#I swear they're going to be at Eden's next time

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 16

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Sweeties is very busy tonight but they get a table relatively quickly. He sees some people looking at their group all dressed in the ‘required’ attire for going out to Eden’s and reminds himself that maybe it’s for the best that people remember him tonight. It MAY help the police find his body in a shallow grave somewhere if they can piece together his last few hours.

Nicky stops by the salad bar and grabs three packs of crackers. He hands one pack to FF who just stares blankly at it before shrugging and figuring his stomach needs something so he opens the pack and just eats the crackers.

Nicky looks at him with an abundance of fondness that he doesn’t understand but shakes his head and hands a laminated menu over to him to order dinner from. “I know you’re not drinking but you still gotta take your meds before we leave.” Nicky reminds and FF nods. He reaches into his pocket to confirm that they’re there and feels something cheap and plastic.

Oh god, he forgot to take his Happy Meal Toy out of his pocket. No one needs to know that.

He shoves his hand into his other jacket pocket and the sandwich baggy with his single dose for his Ulcer is right there.

He starts to look at the menu when he realizes that everyone else already knows what they’re going to order since they apparently come here regularly. He tries his best to never be a regular at any place where they can see him and repeat his order back to him (Hello CVS girl, yes thank you for holding some Pepto for him. No he is very brand loyal and would not like to try Tums thank you.)

FF stands behind the art of the panic pick.

He has cultivated this ability over his many years of panicking. He can look at a menu and pick an item that might not be the thing he most wants on that menu it is something that he can eat or drink. Then while he has that pick queued up and ready to fly if a member of the waitstaff comes over before he’s actually read what’s on offer he has his panic pick.

A place like this has GOT to have a burger.

He finds it under the sandwich section easily enough and now he has his panic pick as he peruses the rest of the menu.

The waitress comes far faster than he had anticipated and slams waters down at each of their spots. “What can I get you?” She asks and before anyone says anything Nicky and Aaron slide over the two packets of crackers that she takes before looking at the empty packet in front of FF, “Just two?” She asks.

WHAT KIND OF CODE IS THIS?

“Just two.” Nicky says grabbing his trash and handing it over to her.

She shrugs, “Anything else on the menu I can get you boys?” She asks.

They all make their orders and Nicky, bravely, steps in to remind him he likes his burgers well done when the waitress asks.

“Sorry, I should have warned you.” Nicky laughs bumping his shoulder against FF’s “This place has this stuff called cracker dust, it gets you high but it’s not addictive.” He says.

Every single 80’s PSA goes off in FF’s head all at once.

NICKY “FLIPS TURTLES BACK ONTO THEIR FEET” HEMMICK DOES NOT LOOK LIKE HOW THE ‘JUST SAY NO’ ADS HAD SAID HE WOULD.

There’s not a trench coat! He wasn’t even wearing a hoodie with the hood up! There’s no sunglasses! Nicky had given him a baggie for his ulcer meds but IT WAS A SANDWICH BAG.

“I see.” He says out loud.

“Do you wanna try some.” Aaron asks. He double checks and yeah Aaron is still in the same club clothes he had left the house with. He has on a hoodie but the hood is down.

He does as any 80’s teen sitcom protagonist does by the end of the episode.

“No thank you.”

He thinks Mr. T would be happy that he said No. That ad had been especially nerve wracking as a kid when Mr. T ‘shakes some sense’ into the camera.

“Alright, no worries. Neil and Andrew don’t do any either.” Nicky says quickly.

The drugs come with the food and Nicky and Aaron pocket them before handing over cash to the waitress who just counts it right there. He focuses on digging into his burger and realizes it has jalapeños on it but Nicky volunteers to eat them with his nachos and lets the conversation weave around him as he polishes off his burger and takes his ulcer meds. “Oh cool, hand me the bag so I can keep our stuff in there.” Nicky makes a grabbing motion with his hands and FF just hands it over.

He zones out as he eats his fries. He wonders if Great Gran is upset watching him or if she’s happy that he said no to drugs. Maybe he should have said yes, then he could at least be blasted out of his mind when Andrew dragged him to the basement.

Well, it’s too late now.

The waitress comes and clears out their plates but picks up her notepad and pen again. “So, what ice cream do you boys want tonight?” She asks and looks straight at FF.

But FF is prepared.

Ice cream places are easy. His panic pick is a given, it’s Vanilla. Every ice cream joint has it so he barely even notices how his heart rate kicks up to 190 BPM and his palms grow instantly sweaty.

“Vanilla.”

“Sorry Hun, we’re fresh out.”

OH GOD. QUICK, SAY SOMETHING ELSE.

“Surprise me.”

NO YOU IDIOT SAY CHOCOLATE.

“Surprise you?”

RETRACT, IT’S NOT TOO LATE.

“Yeah. Surprise me.” He repeats and he can FEEL Nicky vibrating with laughter next to him.

“Alright Hun, I’ll surprise you.” She winks at him and he blinks back at her.

The rest of the table all order (They’re all normal people who order strawberry (neil), the special with chocolate (Nicky), Lemon Sorbet (Aaron), and Brownie Fudge (Andrew).

“Surprise me.” Nicky whispers to him.

“I panicked.” He whispers back.

“Yeah obviously.” Nicky snorts but pats him, “It’s fine. The worst is you might end up with Pistachio or something.” He pats FF on the back.

FF likes Pistachio and the world loves to make FF suffer.

“Here you go hun. We just got this in, it’s Mango.” She says setting down two scoops of a bright orange ice cream down in front of him, “With a little surprise.” She winks again as she sets the other ice cream down.

They all get started.

Why is the Ice Cream kind of spicy?

He eventually puzzles out that the waitress has served him a Mango and some kind of pepper (probably habanero) ice cream. She smiles when he thanks her for the surprise, tries not to let it show how much the spice is KILLING his stomach let alone the acid of the mango.

Andrew has his eyes narrowed on him and he’s sure the man doesn’t want him to make a scene at a place that seems to be a frequent haunt for the family. So he eats every last bite and ignores how his lips tingle.

“Ohhh it must have been good. Maybe we should get you her number.” Nicky says looking at his empty bowl.

“No, I’m good.” She was pretty but considering the acid currently swirling in his stomach she probably thought he was an asshole for asking for her to ‘surprise him’. Even if that wasn’t the case, what if she thought it’d be cute to serve him this spicy ice cream as a cute couple thing? His stomach can’t take that.

“Aw man you’re no fun.” Nicky pouts.

They pay for their meals and the waitress hands him his receipt with a wink. He nods back at her before shoving the receipt into his pocket next to the Megamind toy. “Have a good night.” He says.

“You too Hun.” She says.

They head out for Eden’s and in a way the ice cream is a blessing because his stomach hurts enough that he barely even notices his anxiety about being at the place where Andrew most certainly is going to stab him at least once by the end of the night.

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#fluent freshman au #I swear they're going to be at Eden's next time #The Ice Cream discourse made me laugh enough that I ended up writing about Sweetie's instead lol #The majority of you looked at my boy and saw Vanilla and you are not wrong #The Waitress: Marge those boys brought someone new and he's funny. He told me to surprise him for the ice cream flavor. #Marge (manager): Well what are you going to surprise him with? #The Waitress: Well he got the burger with Jalapenos so he must like spice. We got that new flavor in right? Can I dig into early? #Marge (Manager): sure #Andrew watching Nicky and Neil whisper and bump shoulders: I'll definitely show him the Speak Easy once Nicky and Aaron are fucked up #I would like to thank my buddy Kim for helping me workshop the most damaging ice cream flavor to FF #Originally was googling weird ones but truly few could be worse for his tummy #And he left his tried and true pepto at home. This really isn't his night #AFTG #AFTG AU #AFTG OC #AFTG Fic #AFTG shitpost #my fic #FF - PT. 16

[kiwisbell]

kiwi's fic recs -> volume two!

volume one

hi, lovelies!! i wanted to use this post to shoutout all of the amazing fics i read over the months of november/december - it's been a tough couple months and therefore i wasn't able to read nearly as much as i wanted to, but in any case, these writers deserve all of the admiration and respect for sharing their talents with us. FOR FREE. y'all are fucking incredible

as always, if i list a series i've read recently, i'll be linking the series masterlist for easy access, and most of these fics are 18+ (mdni). please check each fic for individual tags and warnings; not everything is for everyone. so let's go!!

JOEL MILLER

I wanna show you off by @joelscurls -> let me tell you right now: jess is gonna do it every single time -> agora hills babyyyy! -> reader unleashes a monster in joel fr fr

Checkmate by @mandoisapunk -> call more men hunks!!!! i'm a huge advocate for the word hunk!!

Juniper by @softlyspector -> "if you believe it... i will too" and i died!!! sated by @softlyspector -> this is another of my favourite series because it's simply fucking stunning -> as i once said, "every single thing about this fic is like injecting the nectar of the gods straight into my veins"

Fuck Me Like You Mean It by @joelmillers-whore -> the dirty talk in this one made me lose a tooth i swear to fuck -> sleazy!dbf!joel

Meet Me in the Back by @atticrissfinch -> one of my fave fucking series for the pure sleaziness, dirty talk, filth, humour, etc. etc. etc. it's perfection and i love it okay

i found the door by @tinycozycomfort -> copying my comments from my reblog because nothing does this fic justice -> i literally have no jokes left this is genuinely some of the most stirring and beautiful writing i have EVER seen

just a taste by @covetyou -> so cuck!joel nearly destroyed me

honeysuckle by @5oh5 -> tick inspection turned smutty please enjoy from Eden by @5oh5 -> liv is such a stunning, evocative writer and this series has been a remarkable feat; it feels like a warm hug i never want to leave and i haven't even finished it yet

what happens after by @hellishjoel -> such a fun and fresh idea for a story AND done so beautifully!!!

Can't Help Myself by @fettuccin-e -> i've said it before and i'll say it again: queen of corrupted!joel -> joel is down so bad oh my god yes pls

daddy next door by @cavillscurls -> perfection perfection perfection -> mya i'm in love with you (real) -> the depth, the dynamics, the tension, the soft!joel, i'm fucking emo Movement by @cavillscurls -> chapter three of mafia!joel AKA me constantly screaming at mya over how much these two mean to me and why they're perfect for each other and also why meg should be my wife (i can cook meg pls)

autumn air by @swiftispunk -> YSD IS BACK AND WE RIDE AT DAWN -> stellar writing and overall an absolute treat to devour and everything i loved so much about ysd coming back full force good to me by @swiftispunk -> perhaps, dare i say, the hottest smut i've ever seen from hannah's fingertips and maybe the cause for my early death??? snowflakes, a fireplace, and you by @swiftispunk -> perfection in 13k words; i showed up expecting brilliance, got brilliance, and then left crying as an extra lil treat

Evermore by @netherfeildren -> i don't think i'll ever not be blown away by vic's writing but my god, this is incredible -> daddy!joel fucks his way through thanksgiving

Tangled Triumphs by @planet-marz1 -> ridiculously sweet and soft and lovely to read overall, my heart feels whole again

pretty little wife by @beardedjoel -> one of my all-time FAVE joel series -> so sexy and sweet and joel pls let me be your housewife

You like that? by @chloeangelic -> stepcest returns with a vengeance and this time joel gets a dickin

so much wine by @tieronecrush -> sam i'm in your walls for the angst in this fic but jesus you write it so well i can't even be mad and i'm MAD about that -> a beautiful exploration of joel's grief and his living loved ones being forced to cope with the fallout; stunning stunning stunning secret santa by @tieronecrush -> sam i'm in your walls again except this time it's because i need to be locked up for my reactions during this fic -> dbf!joel gets randy during christmas holy fuck

distracted by @psychedelic-ink -> to quote my rb: woodshop teacher mr. miller do you need a dog?? i can bark

baby, it's cold outside by @thetriumphantpanda -> friends to lovers with jackson!joel AND delicious smut that made my eyes melt yup

you're a mean one, mr. miller by @cupofjoel -> this made my heart grow three sizes -> heartwarming, sad, and hopeful all at once, and stunningly written because it's bea, you already know!!

christmas after all by @mrsmando -> mimi gave joel what he deserved and that is happiness and love and healing -> mimi never misses. now repeat it after me!

frosting by @joelsgreys -> vee's daddy dom!joel has bewitched me heart, mind, and pussy -> the dirty talk made me keel over, leaning tower of pisa style

these boots were made for riding by @pedgito -> um boot riding??? the dirty talk?? how can i say no?? holy fuck

FRANKIE MORALES

just married by @ilovepedro -> HUSBAND!FRANKIE -> he stays superior

flying high by @amanitacowboy -> stoner!husband!frankie everybody -> sweet AND filthy AND nefarious devoted husband activities

thinking about.....sub!frankie and bondage (drabble) by @swiftispunk -> jesus fucking take the wheel -> sub!frankie is hannah's motherfucking wheelhouse

object of my affection by @mrsmando -> ding ding!! you hear that?? it's time to sing mimi's praises -> bbf!frankie -> mimi is a master at conveying a narrative in short periods of time and it's always stunning sweet treat: part one & part two by @mrsmando -> these fics altered my brain chemistry, no lie -> frankie being so sweet and so soft and the two of them navigating a relationship together made my heart explode -> also: plus size!reader!! fuck yes!

vis-à-vis by @hier--soir -> yeah it's horny jail for me -> neighbour!frankie doesn't need to keep it in his pants, he needs to keep it in mine

new year's day by @hellishjoel -> frankie's filthy mouth is so special to me

JAVI P

give in to temptation by @joelscurls -> jess's writing is buttery smooth and so enthralling i literally can't help but fall in love -> infidelity but it's hot when it's javi (you're right jess and you should say it)

this mind of mine by @northernbluess -> born from the prompt: "i need to be punished" except it's el punishing me by wielding this prompt like a sword and stabbing me repeatedly

when i'm feeling alone, you remind me of home by @joelsgreys -> vee made me cry with this one i can't lie to y'all -> this was so tender and sweet and soooo fucking perfectly javier, this was an absolute blast to read

EZRA

devour (the entire universe) by @frannyzooey -> you're just going to have to read my reblog for this one because i think my entire brain just lifted out the top of my skull and floated away

MARCUS MORENO

The Dinner by @frannyzooey -> this one was a reread bc kelli never leaves my brain -> daddy kink and marcus yes please and thank you very much -> read this AGES ago on ao3 and was never the same again frankly!

again, i didn't read nearly as much as i wanted to in these past few months, but i really hope there's a fic for you in this list! all of these writers deserve so much love for what they do, so please feel free to check them out.

xoxo kiwi

#kiwisbell's recs #fic recs #joel miller #javier peña #frankie morales #marcus moreno #ezra prospect

[stargazer-sims]

The Art of Redemption

(part 9)

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"You would've made a great parent," Stan says.

Stan and Beth-Anne are sitting at a table by the window in their favourite waterfront café. From their spot, they can see the wide wooden boardwalk and the grey expanse of the mist-veiled harbour beyond it. The pewter coloured sky is promising more snow, but Beth-Anne doesn't mind. Winter is her favourite season. She loves how soft and harmless everything looks when covered by a fresh snowfall. The snow creates a dreamlike image with no deep shadows or sharp edges, and nothing that hints at the harshness of the real world.

At this time of year, the boardwalk is quiet and mostly deserted, and that's how Beth-Anne likes it best. She prefers an uninterrupted view of the sea, and it's much easier to gather her thoughts when there isn't a crowd. Even from behind a window, the sight of the empty boardwalk and the slowly undulating ocean water helps to settle her.

She's not entirely calm, but she reflects that she's certainly felt worse.

She has just finished pouring her heart out to Stan about the metaphorical roller coaster she's been on. She told him all about the confrontation between Brett and Nikolai, her chat with Brett afterwards and her misgivings about the stability of his home life, and her persistent worry that Nikolai isn't showing much progress in recovering from the incident, even after several days.

To add to her troubles, Eden's parents seem to have developed a sudden and deep-seated fear that their child will get seriously hurt at the rink, and informed her this morning that they want to pull him out of both group classes and individual training.

Although they didn't come out and say it directly, Beth-Anne suspects this has to do with Nikolai and his injury. The Seong family doesn't know Nikolai. He and Eden are definitely aware of each other, but they've never met. Still, if Evie and George Seong are even half as tuned-in to the skating world as their son, she doesn't doubt they know all about what happened at the Four Continents.

Predictably, Eden didn't take his parents' expression of their concerns very well. The skating-obsessed little boy had reacted by creating the most dramatic scene possible; refusing to take his skates off, throwing himself to the ice and howling for all he was worth when his mother and father came to pick him up.

Beth-Anne sighs. All she needs now is for something to happen to make Mariah cry, and her students will have completed a streak.

"I'd be a shit parent," she says to Stan. "I can barely cope with the four kids I've got, and they're not even mine. Well, three I guess, since Nikolai is hardly a kid. Two, if I lose little Eden."

"You're not going to lose him," Stan predicts. "Kid with that much talent? Christ, from what I've seen, some day he might even be better than Nikolai. His parents would be out of their minds to make him quit."

"Tell that to them."

"I won't have to. If he can't make it clear to them himself, what's gonna happen if they pull him off the ice will do the job. I've watched him skate, and I swear to God... that child's entire body language shouts pure joy when he's out there. What do you think would happen if they took that away from him?"

"I don't want to think about that," she says. "I can't think about another one of my boys fading away." Her throat hurts, and the half-eaten slice of raspberry cheesecake on the plate in front of her no longer looks appetizing. Her stomach clenches as if she might be sick. "Everything's so fucked up right now, and I don't know what to do."

"Beth, look at me." Stan reaches across the small table and covers her hand with his. "Take a deep breath, and then tell me how much of the shit that's going on right now is actually something you can control."

She tries to meet his gaze, but her eyes start to sting and she lowers her head so he won't have a full view of her if she starts crying. "I... I don't know."

"Yes, you do." Stan's tone is firm, but not unkind. "You have no control over other people's choices. You have no control over how they act or what they feel. The only person you have control over is you, and when shit gets bad, the only feelings and actions you're responsible for are yours."

"Yeah, but—"

"No 'buts'. You know I'm right."

"I guess."

"No 'guess', either."

"Sorry."

"Tell me something," Stan says. "Are you being kind and fair? Are you really listening to your kids and doing your best to understand what they need?"

"Yeah."

"And are you helping them get what they need?"

"Of course," she says. "As best as I'm able to."

"Then, you're doing fine." Stan squeezes her hand lightly. "Those three boys and Mariah, they love you. Anyone can see that, and anyone can see how much you love them. You don't need to be able to fix everything. You just need to be present for them, and it sounds like you are, so how about you stop beating yourself up, yeah?"

"I want them to be happy. I hate it when they're hurting."

"I know." Stan still hasn't let go of her hand. He grips it a little tighter and adds softly. "Just like I hate it when you're hurting. You think I don't wish I could wave a magic wand and take all the pain away from you? If I could do that, I would, but I can't."

She turns her hand so she can finally grasp his fingers in return. "This is enough," she says. "You being here with me. Being my friend and listening to all my problems."

"It's enough for your students too," he tells her. "Most people aren't looking for miracles."

"Is it going to get better?"

"I think you know the answer to that."

"Yeah, but... can you just tell me, please? I need to hear somebody say it."

"It'll get better. It always does." He smiles. "Your boys will be fine. Little Eden will get to keep skating, and Brett will grow out of needing to be constantly reassured, and Nikolai won't grieve forever."

"And what about me?" she asks.

Stan's gaze on her is steady. "There's more on your mind than all the stuff with your boys."

It's not a question. He knows her well enough that he doesn't need confirmation. What he's really doing is offering her an easy entry into talking about it. Stan is good at that, getting people to open up to him.

She closes her eyes and concentrates on the warmth of his hand. Stan isn't a physically affectionate person, but he knows when she needs grounding and he knows how to do it.

He'd sat with her and held her hand for hours when she'd been recovering in the hospital after her accident. He'd read books to her, some in English and some in his native Czech, so that she could hear his voice without having to say anything in reply. He'd dried her tears like no one else in her life had ever done. Stan has never been repulsed by her scars, never been afraid of her past.

Stan Kovac loves her like her parents should have. There's never been any question in her mind about that. He's not her real father, but he's the father she needs.

"It's the nightmares," she practically whispers. "The nightmares are back. Flashbacks too."

"How long?" Stan asks.

"I've been having nightmares since Four Continents. The flashbacks... they started up again a few days ago."

"And the drinking?" he probes gently. "That too?"

She shakes her head. "No. I promised you I wouldn't, and I meant it. I almost slipped up, but I got scared. Of what would happen, I mean. What I might do."

"You should've called me."

"I was scared."

Her voice is barely audible, but Stan still catches her words. "I wouldn't have judged you, little bee. You know that," he says. "Milena and I would've taken care of you. You and your Nikolai both."

"I'm sorry."

"No," he murmurs. "No, miláčku. You have nothing to apologize for. You're doing your best, and I know you've been trying very hard to manage everything. No one should expect more from you than that."

She tries to keep it together, but hearing him use the same term of endearment for her that he uses for Alžběta, his own daughter, causes something inside her to break. She's been holding so much in, fighting so damn hard to be strong for everyone, when all she really wants is to let go. She longs for somebody to take over the fight for her, just for a little while, so she can rest and not have to worry or be afraid. She wants someone to protect her like a parent protects their small child, to shield her from all the monsters waiting in dark closets, hungry to destroy her.

Without warning, an involuntary whimper escapes her. She pulls her hand away from Stan's and presses it over her trembling lips instead. Her eyes are streaming tears, blurring the world around her so that her surroundings no longer have meaning.

Stan doesn't say anything. He stands up, pulls some cash from his pocket and places it on the table between their two unfinished dessert plates. Then, he’s standing next to her chair, taking the hand that's not covering her mouth. He leads her toward the door, and then outside into the chilly February air.

Out on the boardwalk, Stanislav Kovac who rarely hugs anybody, pulls her into his arms and holds her tight. The last vestiges of her self-control disappear. She buries her face in the scratchy, vaguely peppermint-scented warmth of his old wool coat and lets out all her frustration, self-doubt, exhaustion, pain and fear in sobs that threaten to take her breath away.

She has no idea how long they stand there, but eventually her tears run out. She feels drained, and she doesn't want to move. In the back of her mind, she even wonders if she can. It would be nice to stay in the safety of Stan's embrace forever, as impossible as she knows it is.

"Let's go home, little bee," Stan says.

She tries to reply, but the only sound her aching throat produces is a tiny, pitiful squeak. She wants to tell him she likes hearing him call her 'little bee'. The pet name he gave her years ago is hers alone, and it speaks volumes to her desperate heart.

"We'll stop by your house first," he continues. "You'll need some things if Milena and I are going to keep you for the night."

"Wh-what... what about Nikolai?" she somehow manages to ask.

"We'll bring him as well, if he wants to come," says Stan. "There's plenty of room for both of you. He can have the downstairs guest room, and you can have Alžběta's old room. We've redecorated it. I think you'll like it."

She moves her head against his shoulder in her best version of a nod. "Okay."

"You can have a nice meal and a hot bath and a good long sleep. If you're feeling better in the morning, then we'll talk. Okay? And if you think you need a professional, I'll help you get in touch with somebody."

She sniffles. "No. I had my fill of shrinks a long time ago. I just... I need to tell somebody everything. And I need someone to tell me I'm going to be okay, that I'm not too fucked up to be normal. That I'm not broken."

Stan strokes the back of her head, just once, smoothing down her windblown hair. "We're all broken, Beth. Every one of us in our own way, and that's all right. It's okay to be broken. The important thing is not to let yourself believe you can never be mended."

#writing #the art of redemption #theartofredemption #stan kovac #beth-anne jones #stargazersims

[number2hazbinblue]

Hazbin Hotel Short Thoughts: Ep. 1~4

It's been...a while since I've posted anything on this. Let's just say that a certain Disney cartoon about a pair of twins solving mysteries got my rapt attention.

Now that the Hazbin Hotel finally opened has finally opened its doors, I want to share some thoughts I have about this batch of episodes

{Spoilers for Episodes 01 to 04}

Episode 01 -- Overture

One helluva first episode I must say. Lilith has been missing for 7 years? And it looks like her origin closely follows the Judaism lore. And the angel Adam was indeed the first man from the Garden of Eden. Given his attitude and the things he said, I guess Heaven isn't as strict as we thought it was. Depending on ranks, I guess. Adam is no doubt a high ranking angel while the Cherubs are very much at the bottom of the food chain, like the Imps. And due to a sinner killing an Exterminator, the usually annual Cleansing has now become twice a year, the next coming in six months. That's not a cause for concern. One more thing...who's voicing Katie Killjoy?

Episode 02 -- Radio Killed the Video

The mystery of Alastor thickens. He was also gone for 7 years too? Hmmm.... And 7 is considered a holy number... Sliiiighty disappointed that Vox and Val's voices don't defaultly have an effect, but it does make their rage and power more apparent when it does have an effect. Velvet was a bit of a surprise. And a fashionista? Apparently, Alastor turned down Vox. And Vox is clearly still vexed by that. lol And, wow, on Sir Pentious' part. Of course, his little espionage wasn't gonna last long, but damn he really didn't last a day! I did think that Baxter was gonna be the mole, but Sir Pentious kinda made more sense. Still, Vox might send Baxter next time around, if Baxter even works for Vox.

Episode 03 -- Scrambled Eggs

Sir Pentious is now part of the Hazbin family! So, Camilla was the one who killed the Exterminator. And it was out of self-defense. Honestly, this is a poor reason for the Extermination to be bumped up to twice a year. I wonder how this would be handled. And that one girl that appeared in the pilot (collecting the spears off Franklin with another), she's Camilla's daughter? I swear, I heard her call Camilla 'mother'. Either Camilla basically adopted this young sinner, or sinners are capable of birth now. I'm gonna think it's the former. Found family, and all that. Velvette's opinion of taking on Heaven really is a brash move. Like, sweetie, are you 100% you can take on all of Heaven's army? I will say that my favorite scene is the Egg Bois just annoying Alastor. That eye twitch was just icing on the cake.

Episode 04 -- Masquerade

Hands down, my favorite episode so far. Yes, Charlie does need to start to be a tad bit more assertive. She can still be kind. Kindness and niceness don't always go side by side. One's an action and the other passive (sometimes to the point of doormat levels). She just needs to know when its a good idea to use that assertiveness. And Husk was a freakin Overlord? Consider my doubts dashed. It's not that a surprise that some type of relationship will form between Angel and Husk. They're kinda on the same boat, in a way. Crossing fingers that they might end up together. If not, hey, what they have right now is still something beautiful.

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These are my thoughts for now. I will try to juggle between this and my Gravity Falls blog (that has had me in a chokehold since August last year).

Not to mention getting back to making Youtube videos.

Until next time, my fellow Hazbins, stay tuned.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel angel #hazbin hotel angel dust #charlie morningstar

[a-student-out-of-time]

MOD

I SWEAR

YOU HAVE TO BE CORRECT THAT AREI IS ALIVE

IF YOU ARENT

I WILL COMMIT ATROCITIES

//I've seen continuous doubts about my theory, and for both Timeline Anon and others, this scene felt to them like the final nail in the coffin for that theory

//The fact that you're all immediately writing her off as dead when we're not even at the halfway point and there are so many unanswered questions is astounding.

//Ahem.

//If she's gone, explain to me why there's still so many unanswered plot threads and interesting character details

Why is it that J was the one who brought up that secret? A secret that Arei herself admitted she overheard, which directly lead into that flashback scene with those two?

Why has J been going so ham on Arturo this entire time? Yes, one could easily say it's because she's sick of him and put two and two together, but honestly, it seems like a bit of a leap from "you told me you wished you had a brother like mine instead of a sister" to "your sister killed herself"

//Again, I can totally understand her being vindictive over this, given all the shit Arturo's caused her and Eden. But from how Arturo was acting, honestly, I'm inclined to believe he didn't actually say anything like that

//But you know what makes perfect sense? The details that lead into my next point

3. We have an established time frame thanks to the alibis. We know that the scene with Arei and Eden took place not long after the playground breakdown.

//That means that was a large window of time for the two of them to switch places. But why?

//That's incredibly sweet, and we know she wants more friends. And we know that, at the same time, J has been dealing with Arturo. Arei just saw J pull a scalpel on Eden over his secret, so why wouldn't she want to immediately jump to the other person she likes in her own way?

//The person that's had to deal with him far longer than Eden. Why wouldn't she want to give J a hand after that?

4. Again, we know that Arei knows that there's a murderer in the group, and even if the switch wasn't about that specifically, that probably means that she was likely trying to help with that. This means that, if the blackened of this case isn't the murderer, she had no idea who actually did it. Why reveal herself then? That would make her the most suspicious.

5. Maybe it's just me, but I can't shake the feeling that J has been acting weird these last few episodes. She's an aggressive person, and admitted in her intro that she's judgemental, but there's never been indication that she's been this vindictive. Even regarding her own secret, this feels especially harsh.

6. This moment right here feels interesting to focus on

//Of all things to say?

7. The biggest one for me right now is actually Charles and Whit. Clearly, those two know something's up. There may not be a conspiracy going on in this group like I initially thought, but Whit is another person who Arei clearly was close with last chapter. He was the one who cut off Teruko learning about the note at first, and then there's this bit after Eden's story

//What are you two up to? What are you hiding?

//I'd almost be tempted to say they're suggesting Arei was actually lying, but that feels at odds with the ways they've acted and what they're saying. Not to mention Charles looks more embarrassed than concerned or angry

//Furthermore, there's the fact that there was so much attention drawn to Charles having a secret, including a CG and telling Teruko to reveal it during the trial...and then we got no follow-up on that. He was just like "Oh yeah, guess I didn't need to. It was Eden's."

//I don't buy it. There's clearly more going on here

8. Finally, the fact that they had an emotional scene like this? Not even halfway into the trial? If it was after the intermission or near the climax, if that was the last scene we got with Arei, I might've bought it. But putting it here? Not a chance. This has to be leading somewhere.

//Plus, you know who else was convinced their best friend was dead? Shuichi and Maki. And guess what? Them believing Kaito was dead was all part of the plan

//There's also the many, many unanswered questions throughout this chapter, from what it was Arei's crying reminded her of (again, still not followed up on), to Teruko's prosopagonsia (no, that isn't just here to set up something for a future case, I'm sure of it), to whatever the hell is going on with Nico, Hu, David and Ace, who are part of their own drama right now

//Yeah, sorry, I'm only increasingly convinced that I'm right about this. Admittedly, we keep getting thrown so many curveballs that it's getting harder to make sense of it all regarding the exact motive.

//But the fact that J has said things that it seems like only Arei would say and do, particularly being vindictive toward Arturo? And acted in weird ways, like being super concerned about Arei's well-being early on, saying things like "even if the person you tried to kill is still alive," all of it just odd to me

//I'm not in denial and I'm not saying this as copium, I mean that earnestly. There are so many weird writing moments and character bits, combined with hanging plot threads, that it leads me to believe that this is what they're building up to. It's really the only thing that makes sense to me right now

//Clearly they had a plan with Arei from the beginning, given that we got this huge emotional scene with her and Eden, but that can't be all there is to it. It's a sad and emotionally satisfying moment for her character to end on, but placing it here so early honestly leaves me convinced there's more to come

#mod talks #a student out of time #danganronpa despair time

[x-ceirios-x]

City of Ashes, Chapter 17: East of Eden

please see the masterlist for notes about this series/collection of works

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“I think we should go in,” said Isabelle, her ear pressed to the library door. She looked up at Rowan, who leaned against the wall next to her then beckoned for Alec to come closer. “Can either of you hear anything?”

Alec leaned in beside his sister, careful not to drop the phone he was holding. Magnus said he’d call if he had news or if anything happened. So far, he hadn’t. “No.”

“Exactly. They’ve stopped yelling at each other.” Isabelle’s dark eyes gleamed. “They're waiting for Valentine.”

“I hate being locked out of the library,” Rowan said, pouting and arms crossed over their chest. 

Alec moved away from the door and strode partway down the hall to the nearest window. The sky outside was the color of charcoal half-sunk into ruby ashes. “It’s sunset.”

“Thank you, captain obvious,” Rowan said, a smile pulling at the corner of their mouth. 

Isabelle snickered and reached for the door handle. “Let’s go.”

“Isabelle, wait—“

“I don’t want her to be able to lie to us about what Valentine says,” she said. “Or what happens. Besides, I want to see him. Jace’s father. Don’t you?”

“I’m certainly curious.”

Alec moved back to the library door. “Yes, but this isn’t a good idea because—“

Isabelle pushed down the handle of the library door, Rowan grabbing the other side. The double doors swung open and the three entered. With a half-amused glance over her shoulder, she ducked inside, side-by-side with Rowan; swearing under his breath, Alec followed them. 

His mother and the Inquisitor stood at opposite ends of the huge desk, like boxer facing each other across a ring. Maryse’s cheeks were bright red, her hair straggling around her face. Isabelle shot them both a look, as if to say, Maybe we should have come in here. Mom looks mad. Rowan shook their head in response, reassuring her. 

On the other hand, if Maryse looked angry, the Inquisitor looked positively demented. She whirled around as the library door opened, her mouth twisted into an ugly shape. “What are you three doing here?” she shouted. 

“Imogen,” said Maryse.

“Maryse!” The inquisitor’s voice rose. I’ve had about enough of you and your delinquent children—”

“Imogen,” Maryse said again. There was something in her voice—an urgency—that made even the Inquisitor turn and look. 

The air just by the freestanding globe was shimmering like water. A shape began to coalesce out of it, like black paint being stroked over a white canvas, evolving into the figure of a man with broad, planklike shoulders. The image was wavering, too much for Alec to see more than that the man was tall, with a shock of close-cropped salt-white hair. 

“Valentine.” The Inquisitor looked caught off-guard, Alec thought, though surely she must have been expecting him. 

The air by the globe was shimmering more violently now. Isabelle gasped as a man stepped out of the wavering air, as if he were coming up through layers of water. Jace’s father was a formidable man, over six feet tall with a wide chest and strong build. His face was almost triangular, sharpening to a hard, pointed chin. He might have been considered handsome, Alec thought, but he was startingly unlike Jace, lacking anything of his son’s pale-gold looks. The hilt of a sword was visible just over his left shoulder—the Mortal Sword. It wasn’t as if he needed to be armed, since he wasn’t corporeally present, so he must have worn it to annoy the Inquisitor. Not that she needed to be more annoyed than she was. 

“Imogen,” Valentine said, his dark eyes grazing the Inquisitor with a look of satisfied amusement. That’s Jace all over, that look, Alec thought. “And Maryse, my Maryse—it has been a long time.”

Maryse, swallowing hard, said with some difficulty, “I’m not your Maryse, Valentine.”

Rowan made a face at his comment to her, though he noticed they held a sense of pride in her when she told him off. Valentine’s gaze turned to them. “And these must be your children.” He went on as if she hadn’t spoken. A shiver went through Alec as he stared him down, as if something had plucked at his nerves. Jace’s father’s words were perfectly ordinary, even polite, but there was something in his blank and predatory gaze that made Alec want to step in front of the two of them and block them both from his view.

He raised an eyebrow as his gaze landed on Rowan. “You,” he said, suddenly interested. Alec wanted to jump in and rush the two of them out of the library then and there. He was happy Jensen and Max weren’t here, too. “You’re not a Lightwood child. Who are you?”

Alec always admired that Rowan was never one to back down from a fight, but in this moment, he really wished they had some more self-restraint. “Rowan Ashfair,” the said plainly. “What does it matter to you.”

He chuckled as if amused at their name itself. “No doubt the child of that mundane and his brat girlfriend. Mollie, was it?”

Their expression snapped to one of rage—eyes widened, jaw set in a way he’d rarely seen in them before. They rushed forward, dagger in hand. “Keep my mother’s name out of your dirty mouth, bastard—”

Maryse caught them before they had the chance to attack the apparition of Valentine. In one swift motion, she caught their wrist, pulled the dagger from their hand, and turned them away from Valentine. Alec noticed how she kept a protective arm on them, half hugging them—he wasn’t sure if it was to protect them from Valentine or to keep them from rushing at him again. “Leave my children out of this, Valentine,” she said, clearly struggling to keep her voice steady. 

“Well, that hardly seems fair,” Valentine said, “considering you haven’t left my child out of this.” He turned to the Inquisitor. “I got your message. Surely that’s not the best you can do?”

She hadn’t moved; now she blinked slowly, like a lizard. “I hope the terms of my offer were perfectly clear.”

“My son in return for the Mortal Instruments. That was it, correct? Otherwise, you’ll kill him.”

“Kill him?” Isabelle echoed. “MOM!”

“Isabelle,” Maryse said tightly. “Shut up.”

Rowan looked up at her incredulously. “Maryse, you wouldn’t—”

The Inquisitor shot them all a venomous glare between her slitted eyelids. “You have the terms correct, Morgenstern.”

“Then my answer is no.”

“No?” The Inquisitor looked as if she’d taken a step forward on solid ground and it had collapsed under her feet. “You can’t bluff me, Valentine. I will do exactly as I threatened.”

“Oh, I have no doubt in you, Imogen. You have always been a woman of single-minded and ruthless focus. I recognize these qualities in you because I possess them myself.”

“I am nothing like you. I follow the Law—”

“Even when it instructs you to kill a boy still in his teens just to punish his father? This is not about the Law, Imogen. It is that you hate and blame me for the death of your son and this is your manner of recompensing me. It will make no difference. I will not give up the Mortal Instruments, not even for Johnathan.”

The Inquisitor simply stared at him. “But he’s your son,” she said. “Your child.”

“Children make their own choices.,” said Valentine. “That’s something you never understood. I offered Johnathan safety if he stayed with me; he spurned it and returned to you, and you’ll exact your revenge on him as I told him you would. You are nothing, Imogen,” he finished, “if not predictable.”

The Inquisitor didn’t seem to notice the insult. “The Clave will insist on his death, should you not give me the Mortal Instruments,” she said, like someone caught in a bad dream. “I won’t be able to stop them.”

“I’m aware of that,” said Valentine. “But there is nothing I can do. I offered him a chance. He didn’t take it.”

“Bastard!” Isabelle shouted suddenly, and made as if to run forward; Alec grabbed her arm and dragged her backward, holding her there. “He’s a dickhead,” she hissed, then raised her voice, shouting at Valentine. “You’re a—”

“Isabelle!” Alec covered his sister’s mouth with his hand as Valentine spared them both a single, amused glance. He watched his mother’s jaw tighten, as well as her grip on Rowan’s arm. Once one of them started, the other was soon to follow and now wasn’t the time. She muttered something in their ear and they silently nodded. 

“You…offered him…” The Inquisitor was starting to remind Alec of a robot whose circuits were shorting out. “And he turned you down? But he’s your spy—your weapon—”

“Is that what you thought?” he said, with apparently genuine surprise. “I am hardly interested in spying out the secrets of the Clave. I’m only interested in its destruction, and to achieve that end I have far more powerful weapons in my arsenal than a boy.”

“But—”

“Believe what you like,” Valentine said with a shrug. “You are nothing, Imogen Herondale. The figurehead of a regime whose power is soon to be shattered, its ruleended. There is nothing you have to offer me that I could possibly want.”

“Valentine!” The Inquisitor threw herself forward, as if she should stop him, catch at him, but her hands only went through him as if through water. With a look of supreme disgust, he stepped back and vanished. 

Alec released his hold on Isabelle, half expecting her to start screaming the moment he took his hand off her mouth. She didn’t. She stood beside him and stared as the Inquisitor stood, swaying slightly, her face a chalky gray-white.

“Imogen,” Maryse said. There was no feeling in her voice, not even anger. She released Rowan, who also stayed silent. 

The Inquisitor didn’t seem to hear her. Her expression didn’t change as she sank bonelessly into Hodge’s old chair. “My God,” she said, staring down at the desk. “What have I done?”

Maryse glanced over at Isabelle. “Get your father.”

Isabelle, looking as frightened as Alec had ever seen her, nodded and slipped out of the room. 

Maryse crossed the room to the Inquisitor and looked down at her. “What have you done, Imogen?” she said. “You’ve handed victory to Valentine. That’s what you’ve done.”

“No…” the Inquisitor breathed.

“You knew exactly what Valentine was planning when you locked Jace up. You refused to allow the Clave to become involved because it would have interfered with your plan. You wanted to make Valentine suffer as he had made you suffer; to show him you had the power to kill his son the way he killed yours. You wanted to humble him.”

“Yes…”

“But Valentine will not be humbled.” said Maryse. “I could have told you that. You never had a hold over him. He only pretended to consider your offer to make absolutely certain that we would have no time to call for reinforcements from idris. And now it’s too late.”

The Inquisitor looked up widely. Her hair had come loose from its knot and hung in lank strips around her face. It was the most human Alec had seen her look, but he got no pleasure out of it. His mothers words chilled him: too late. “No, Maryse, we can still—”

“Still what?” Maryse’s voice cracked. “Call on the Clave? We don’t have the days, the hours, it would take them to get here. If we’re going to face Valentine—and god knows we have no choice—”

“We’re going to have to do it now,” interrupted a deep voice. Past Rowan and behind Alec, glowering darkly, was Robert Lightwood. 

Alec stared at his father. It had been years since he’d seen him in his hunting gear; his time had been taken up with administrative tasks, with running the Conclave and dealing with Downworlder issues. Something about seeing his father in his heavy, dark armored clothes, his broadsword strapped across his back, reminded Alec of being a child again, when his father had been the biggest, strongest, and most terrifying man he could imagine. And he was still terrifying. He hadn’t seen his father since he’d embarrassed himself at Luke’s. He tried to catch his eye now, but he was looking at Maryse. “The Conclave stands ready.” Robert said. “The boats are waiting at the dock.”

The Inquisitor’s hands fluttered around her face. “It’s no good,” she said. “There aren’t enough of us—we can’t possibly—”

“Are you seriously giving up after all that?” Rowan asked. He could tell it was a moment of thinking out loud rather than meaning to say that to her, but one look from Robert made them stop talking. Not an angry look by any means. Simply one that reassured them that he had this under control. He knew Rowan always had a strange relationship with his father, struggling to accept any kind of fatherly role in their life for ages, but they held him in incredibly high esteem. 

“We should go very soon,” he said, turning back to Maryse. In his tone was the respect that he’d been lacking when he addressed the Inquisitor. 

“But the Clave,” she began. “They should be informed.”

Maryse shoved the phone on the desk towards her, hard. “You tell them. Tell them what you’ve done. It’s your job, after all.”

The Inquisitor said nothing, just stared at the phone, one hand over her mouth. He noticed Rowan biting back a grin. They locked eyes and their smile grew; they mouthed to him, prissy bitch. Isabelle entered not long later, and indicated for the two of them to go get prepared for battle. 

***

Rowan watched as Isabelle reentered the library, armor covering her body and runes covering what little skin was visible. They wondered if Jensen had helped and if he argued, wanting to come along. He was too young, though—he could barely handle three runes at a time, let alone full battle Marks. They didn’t want him caught in the crossfire of all this. Neither him or Max needed to be involved, and if they had to pissed them both off to ensure that, they would. 

They witnessed the moment between Alec and Robert—they understood Alec’s craving for validation from his parents, but specifically his father. There were many things involved in his offer for him to use his sword in this battle they were going for, and they each meant a lot to him. Maybe more than Robert understood. With a final look to Maryse and Imogen, speaking quietly in front of the desk, Rowan all but snuck out of the room, not wanting to make the tense air any worse. 

They passed Robert on their way out, keeping their eyes on the floor as they thought about what was coming next. They wondered if Clary was alright—if Jace kept his promise, if Magnus was helping, if Simon was alive. In the past few weeks, their entire world was thrown upside-down and backwards, but they felt like they understood a lot more about the shadow world than they did a few months ago. Unfortunately, more answers only paved the way for more questions. They still had so many things they needed to figure out, like their life and memories were some giant puzzle waiting to be solved. They didn’t know if they’d have the time. 

About ten feet down the hallway, they heard their name, and turned around. Robert stood just outside the library doors, beckoning them to come back. They did so, wondering what was important enough to call them back. 

He pulled a small, rolled-up bunch of material out from his jacket pocket. It was a soft, blue case with blue ties around it, holding it together.  “I know you don’t celebrate your birthday,” he said as they unraveled the case, “but I felt at sixteen you deserve something nice.”

They splayed the thing in their hands, looking at the set of small throwing daggers. They were polished silver, runes marking both blades and handles of each one. They ran their finger over one of them, studying the swirling patterns along the handle. “It’s—wow. They’re beautiful,” they said, looking up at him. “You didn’t have to—“

“I wanted to. Things have been…busy. I apologize for not giving these to you on your actual birthday. I didn’t forget.”

They smiled slightly—their birthday was certainly a strange topic, but they could appreciate the sentimentality and effort put into something like this, just to make them happy. “Thank you,” they said softly, rolling it back up and tucking it in the pocket of their sweatshirt. They didn’t want to risk losing these, but they also acknowledged that weapons were meant to be used, not decoration. They thought about bringing these along with them to confront Valentine’s forces. 

They gave him a polite nod and turned to return to their room, changing into their gear they kept there. Each knife from the set found itself in a sheath on their arms or legs. This was going to be the biggest fight they’ve ever been involved in—the fact that neither Maryse or Robert expressed concern about themselves or Isabelle being too young for it made that clear. The fate of the shadow world rested on each of their shoulders, but more importantly to them—so did Jace, Clary, and Simon’s fates. 

#xx.rowan #xx.jensen #magnus bane #shadowhunters #the mortal instruments #shadowhunters oc #shadowhunters ocs #the mortal instruments oc #the mortal instruments ocs #alec lightwood #clary fray #simon lewis #isabelle lightwood #jace herondale #jace wayland #clary fairchild #cassandra clare #city of heavenly fire #city of ashes #city of bones #city of glass #city of fallen angels #city of lost souls

[stiles-o-dylan24]

not my reading ycmc with only the basic knowledge of tvdu and having to have the fandom wiki tab open the whole time 😅

but oooooh is it exciting!!!!!!! honestly vampires are the best supernatural creature - vamp romances just hit so different especially when you write it, ellie!!!! the sass, the dark romance it's just so akjdshgshjgchagjdskxhhgxzgsa the soulmates not given enough time???? the whole i'd-destroy-the-world-for-you-if-you-wanted vibe???? IMMACULATE.

girlie is better than me though, if that were me i'd have run out of there with him and left the rest of them for dead not me exposing my dodgy morals but oh well

ugh!!!! can't WAIT to see what you have in store for the rest considering i have virtually no idea what's gonna happen next (i know there is some child at some point, maybe klaus'?? idk, my tvd knowledge is iffy at best)

and as always i come with playlist recommendations (i seriously have a problem -- i have 3000+ songs downloaded on my phone 😭😭): i'd deffo say that de selby (part 2), nfwmb, from eden and talk by loml hozier fit those two really well. and dare i say i can see you by the queen taylor herself?

sorry if this a bit ramble-y, i may or may not be a bit tipsy rn

anywhooo gonna go and binge some komh and robably send another rant because i love you and your writingg!!!!!!!!

Not you making my entire fucking WEEK with this message babes😭 like shut up what do you mean you’re reading something you had to properly follow with the fandom wiki page open? NINA!! You are way too good to me I swear! I hope it was easy enough to follow since I did random episodes and tried to include a lot of the plot from those seasons. only one more season of tvd that will be written like this and then when I get to where the originals picks up those chapters will be like how I usually write the episodes out

I could gush to you for hours about how much pure serotonin joy your words always bring me when you tell me everything you liked about my stories😭 LIKE I CANNOT HANDLE IT BABES in the best way possible. The way you say everything makes me so giddy I literally kick my feet. I'm so ecstatic that you have enjoyed these first parts and I caNOT wait for you to read the rest of the series! especially since you're so in the dark about the plot? like I'm honored that it's caught your interest you have no idea! lol we can high five in our dodgy morals solidarity bc I'd have done the same thing as you😌

THOSE ARE ALL SUCH PERFECT SONGS I've added all of them. I also thought I can see you was addlan coded so I added it to their playlist the day the album dropped🤭 also literally never apologise for sending playlist recommendations bc the way you can pick the most PERFECT songs for our couples is a fucking gift I'm so jealous of. I also still have all the songs you originally recommended to me for my writing inspiration playlist when I'm having writer's block.

tbh if you don't send me another bit tipsy of a ramble-y rant about your thoughts on komh... like obviously nothing will happen and I'll still love you but I'm gonna be needy and say I need it? because your messages are never ramble-y or ranty they're PERFECTION!

#Nina tag #a literal angel #I love you babes #you calm my chaos #ycmc #prequel part 1 #prequel part 2 #prequel part 3

[inkyquince]

Just finkin' bout LIs + Riding their thighs ❤️

i like you anon. same wavelength.

content warning. thigh riding, yknow. two pump chumps, exhibitionism, party slut avery pops up, oblivious pure sydney, underwear schnatching and licking.

Robin

Okay imma be real. low confidence? after stammering their lil heart out, Robin is gonna let their crotch throb as you ride their thigh. Gonna cum in like... 1 minute flat. Can feel the damp spot on their thigh, just lies there and takes it. you'd be worried that they didnt want this... if their face wasnt so flushed, their eyes fixed on where you grinded on their thigh. Also the huge fucking wet patch on their own crotch when they accidentally cum their heart out. Scurries around to clean the two of you up afterwards. High confidence? Grips your hips. If its public, Robin gently scolds you and lifts you off, but in private? Holds your waist and lets you grind, as they pant softly. Does take one of your hands to press against their own crotch. Still cums in their undies but holds you close directly afterwards, giggling against your ear, about you being so naughty.

Kylar

Hold onto ya ass cheeks, cuz High Jealousy Kylar makes you ride their thigh. You might just take a nifty lil seat on their lap but they can feel how warm your crotch is so they'll grab your hips and frantically rub you against their thigh. They're sweating and gasping and so fucking panicky when they do it, as if if they make you cum on their thigh that you'll only have eyes for them. Low jealousy Kylar is just buzzing, they're happy to be there as you cum, as they always are. Would be wearing one of those huge finger foam bitches sayin #1 Fan if they could and you wouldn't be so turned off so quickly that you would simply suck at the precum back up to dehydrate. Well, that was a nasty image but you get the picture, they're so fucking happy. If you started this in public, they're embarrassed but super into it. They love being used by you. (do check the vibrator ask, i swear kylar just... thinks about being an object for you to pleasure yourself with)

Whitney

Let's be super real for a second. Unless Whitney is annoyed, their thigh is forever a favourite get off spot for you. What are they gonna do? COMPLAIN?? Whether or not they grabbed your arm and yanked you down onto their thigh and started moving it so stimulate you on purpose, or you took the initiative, Whitney is happy. Their slut is fucking humping them, did you think this was going to be an issue?

Their hand will always be on your hip, gripping it to make sure you're humping as hard as you can. Loves hanging out with their friends and having you go to pieces on their leg. If their dominance is higher than their love, offers their friends a go to see if they can make you cum too. With high love, Whitney is gonna prefer you humping their thigh and their thigh alone. In private, Whitney definitely has two hands on your waist and properly moving you, grinning all the while. Will flatly tell you to hump something else next time.

Eden

No point. If the two of your aren't inside each other, then what the fuck are you two doing. Once again, Eden likes when your pleasure is in their hands and their hands alone. IT'S EDEN WHAT DID YOU EXPECT. Wants to get off. Not beat around the bush. When you grind yourself against their thigh, they start to unbutton their trousers and get ready to give you the fuck of a life time (or the fuck of the hour, Eden really knows how to give it to you). You would have to whine and beg for Eden to let you finish on their thigh. Lets you once or twice, but doesn't get it. Fucks you anyway.

Avery

Alright, in public keep it on the downlow UNLESS they're at one of those parties. So yes, real quick, in sfw spaces in public, try to be discreet, or Avery will ruin your holes later. Likes you being clingy and whiny and cute, but not an outright whore. Makes them look bad.

Anyway, I recently went down the rabbit hole that might have been dug by @necroticguts young au and thought way too long about Avery being a slut party bitch in their youth. So I started thinking about those more exclusive parties that's strictly for the rich and well known. At least, that what Quinn insists. It's for the rich and perverted mainly, with a certain zest for life. Avery is one of those social drug users, won't touch the stuff by themselves but does a line when with their acquaintances. All this to say, this is the only time in a public setting, will Avery encourage you to ride their thigh. They're not too far gone, and they love the envious looks the others shoot them before going back to ogling the scantily clad dancers. Let's you get off on their thigh, and in return, you have to give them head while they talk to Quinn.

Avery likes thigh riding in private a lot more. They have to be the ones controlling it thought. You're their stupid lil arm candy and they want you whining at them to let you cum as they smirk at you.

Alex

With Alex, I do admit its a 50/50. Depends on their dominance. Will be on the phone to their suppliers and will be greatly enjoying the way you hump their leg, all needy as they talk about... Milk yield? Who knows.

Alex is one of those I don't see enjoying it a whole bunch unless you're in the flirting stage and do it to rile them up. They will pounce on you very quickly when you do ride their thigh, impatient and horny to fuck and back.

Sydney

Babey, pure! Sydney will be thinking you're just cuddling up to them on their lap and trying to get comfortable. They will think its the cutest thing until you get up to go to your lesson, and there's a wet patch on their thigh. Heat brews between their legs as they inspect it. It smells like you but heady... And strong... And they have a strange urge to lick it. Sydney will destroy their trousers/skirt and rent a new pair and try not to think about it until they're sitting in your lap and give an experimental hip shift. They realise what you were doing and feverishly prays to themselves while feeling all hot under that chastity belt.

Corrupt!Sydney? Babe, at this point you're taking turns to ride thighs. Loves it. Has a fantasy of you and them at mass, in the back, and you're slowly riding their thigh as the congress is led in a prayer for purity. Sydney loves thigh riding so much, they will initiate it when you're at theirs, supposed to watching movie, at the library, even if they have a spare moment when working at the shop. Will simply ask you for your underwear after... Just to have. And clean. Finally giving in to that urge to press their tongue to that lovely damp spot.

Kofi

AO3

Masterlist

#ask #nsft #dol #degrees of lewdity #sadly no teachers this time #its 1am in germany and i have my second jab tomorrow at 8am #but god i wanted to add the teachers to this #whitney the bully #quincewrites #robin the orphan #kylar the loner #avery the businessperson #sydney the fallen #sydney the faithful #alex the farmer #eden the hunter #this was done so quickly and its very bad i do apologise

[necros-writing-stuff]

Writing love and praise all over edens body while they sleep❤❤❤

Eden is a heavy sleeper. Which is a miracle considering how sensitive their ears are. When they're awake they can hear a fly buzzing around outside in the rain, but asleep? They're completely at your mercy.

It's a risky move. Every stroke of the permanent marker that you draw across their skin is an added possibility of the hunter getting mad - but you're sick of them putting themself down. It had gotten bad recently, with Eden avoiding the mirror when getting ready and keeping their clothes on when you're intimate. It's sad, how they don't see how gorgeous they really are.

So you're going to help them. By writing all over their body little praises so they can read them over and over till they get it through their thick skull that they aren't ugly. Pulling away from Eden's bicep, you hum in satisfaction. You didn't just write praise, but confessions of love from yourself, too, so that the hunter couldn't forget how much you cared.

"You're beautiful," is on one shoulder.

"I love how you can pick me up so effortlessly," across their chest.

"I feel safe in your arms," on their forearm.

"Your scars show how tough you are," arching on their stomach.

And right on their heart? "I love you."

You snuggle into the furs of the bed, watching Eden sleep for a little while. You'd think the sound of snoring would bother you, but hearing Eden sleep is oddly comforting to you, especially at night. Let's you know they're still there. They usually wake up around 7am; it's close to that time now. Just a little longer before you find out if they'll like your suprise or not.

When the hunter finally stretches, yawning out and taking a deep breath, you kiss their chest before wiggling out of bed. They always want breakfast first thing, so you'll start preparing it while they slide to the edge of the mattress, ready to zombie-shuffle to the kitchen table.

"Morning," you cheerfully say as you go, muscle memory allowing you to grab all of the things you need while you keep an eye on your spouse. They don't notice anything as they rub their eyes, nor when they stand. They just mumble out an incoherent response and wait patiently for breakfast.

Humming an upbeat tune as you cook, you make sure to check over your shoulder for the moment Eden notices. And hold your breath in anticipation when they do. The hunter's entire body freezes, only their eyes flicking from one arm to the other, then their head tilting down so they can see what's on their torso. Your stomach drops when there's no visible reaction, just silence as Eden inspects themself. But Edem showed their anger, usually. Got visibly upset, never silently seething, so there is hope!

They're still stock-still when you bring the plate over, gently placing it in front of them and cautiously sliding into your chair right next to theirs. When Eden continues to ignore the meal, you clear your throat and lean in, finally snapping them out of their trance.

They blink a few times, and when they look up you swear you can see that their eyes have watered a little - but they grab their fork and get to eating, avoiding eye contact. Oh no, they are upset, aren't they? Had you hurt them by trying to help? Anxiety rises in your chest as the hunter shovels down food, too scared to ask if they were okay.

When they'd usually tell you to have the left-overs, they instead wordlessly push the plate in your direction before leaving the old oak table to get ready. Your shoulders deflate as you watch them dress and use a cloth to hurridly do their usual morning wash. Eden does pause over the writing (hesitation, maybe?) before scrubbing at them, too. It will take more than that to get rid of the words, though. You'd used a sharpie. Maybe you should have used a regular marker.

You can't even eat, disappointed in yourself for making the situation worse. Eden isn't even talking to you, and sure they're quiet, but never this much. Hanging your head low as you push food around the plate with the fork, you listen to your spouse approach the front door. Theyre going to ingore you all day, aren't they? But instead they pause before they leave, door half open, quietly calling your name.

Head snapping up, you make eye contact with Eden for the first time that morning. And they look soft. They don't look mad, they look gentle.

"... thank you, Love," is all they say before they head outside. You're already vibrating in happiness, fist bumping the air as all of the tension leaves the cabin.

Eden liked it! Hopefully you can make a habit out of telling them how much you love them from now on. You'll have to start thinking of some creative compliments.

#degrees of lewdity #eden the hunter

[angrelysimpping]

A bit of fluff please ? A bit of fluff with the love interest for the soul ? Just them interacting with a s/o who love them very very much and nobody is in pain please ?

Some chicken noodle fluff for the soul

(Not sure if there's actually anything to warn for in this one)

Avery

Cuddles in their sleep. They don't know they do this. Sometimes they'll cuddle you right after sex, fall asleep, and wake up still holding you. That's fine, that they understand. The thing is, if they're not already spooning you before going to sleep, they're dragging you across the bed the moment they're unconscious. They usually wake up first and just assume that you cuddle up next to them. Big spoon, all the time.

Not one to hold hands, more likely to link arms.

There aren't a lot of opportunities to show your affection for Avery outside of the public eye. In private, Avery is more open to spontaneous affection. They’ll run a hand through your hair while they make phone calls; pull you into their lap as they answer business emails; hold your hand, rubbing the back of your hand with their thumb, while they look over pre-meeting memos.

Won’t admit it but they like when you lean on them and doze during the car rides home from parties. You just look so sweet and trusting. And when they wake you up, disoriented, panic in your eyes at being in an unfamiliar place, only to relax when you see Avery? They swear their heart skips a beat.

Eden

I like to think that Eden’s body temperature runs hot, making cuddling a bit difficult because both of you are probably going to get overheated at some point. Eden is too stubborn to stop though. Big spoon, only little spoon when sick. They will be your personal furnace during the winter.

When they wake up before you in the mornings, they’re likely to just watch you sleep for a while. It’s just so nice, being away from that god-forsaken town, being in a warm bed, having you curled up next to them. They’ll just bask in that knowledge for a while before getting up.

If you make something for Eden, they’re keeping it forever. They might not explicitly tell you how much they treasure you making something for them, but it’s not hard to figure out. If it's something wearable, like a scarf, Eden is wearing it at every opportunity.

Likes to keep up a 'strong, independent, doesn't need anyone' appearance but they're weak when you go out of your way to do things for them. Throw a blanket on them because you saw them shiver? Make Eden's favorite meal because you know they've had a bad day? Give them flowers you foraged from the forest for no reason at all? Eden is thanking every deity they can think of for having you in their life.

Kylar

If someone could be addicted to physical affection, it would be Kylar. They want to touch you, all the time. Especially in public, where other people will see the two of you together.

Cuddling might be their favorite form of affection. Kylar could cuddle for hours on end. If you guys end up falling asleep while cuddling, even better in Kylar’s books! Tends to be the little spoon.

Constantly touched starved.

If you were having trouble falling asleep, Kylar would keep you company. They also have trouble sleeping so they understand how frustrating it can be when you're tired but your brain just won't stop.

Do you want Kylar to talk with you until your eyes get heavy? Do you want them to read to you, have the sound of their voice lull you into a doze? To hum you to sleep? To just cuddle until your body relaxes? Your word is their command.

Adores being taken care of. They’re used to having to do everything for themselves and they get overwhelmed the first time you go out of your way to do something for them.

Will get incredibly flustered if you put flowers in their hair while at the park. Those flowers are getting preserved. It doesn’t matter how many flowers you give them or what kind, Kylar is keeping them until they turn to dust.

Robin

A+ cuddler. Body temperature is just right so you guys never get overheated while cuddling. They like to cuddle while playing video games, specifically having you sit or lay in their lap while they play.

When holding hands, Robin will lace your fingers together and swing your arms.

Because they have taken on the Older Sibling role at the orphanage, they're really good at taking care of kids. Can give advice on just about anything. Can make up bedtime stories on the fly.

Not used to having someone looking out for them. They're used to keeping an eye on the other orphans and taking care of them. Will try to return the favor at every opportunity.

Really good with animals. I can see Robin being a little nervous around larger dogs. They won't show it but, if they're not already holding your hand, they are now!

The more confidence Robin has, the more likely they are to initiate PDA.

Said it in a previous Robin hc post but, Robin will pepper you with little kisses throughout the day. You are one of the purely good things in their life and they want to show you that all the time.

Whitney

Has their moments. Point out to Whitney that they're being nice and they'll immediately revert to being a bum, though.

Usually happens after sex. They’ll be just a little softer in their handling of you, stroking your hair instead of pulling on it or keeping an arm looped around you while they pull out a smoke.

Whitney will not admit that they also enjoy softer moments with you.

Your best shot at getting soft moments with Whitney is when they're tired and don't have the energy to be an asshole. Will let you do things they normally wouldn't, like hold their hand or give them kisses on the cheek. Will get grumpy and leave if you do it too much, though.

I'd like to think there are some days, when Whitney is feeling particularly lenient or lazy, take your pick, and they'll let you fuss over them a little. Maybe let you paint their nails or fix their hair. You're still serving them, in a way, so why not let you feel like you're taking care of them?

The worst at cuddling. They’ll press you against them so hard that you’ll have trouble breathing. Whitney refuses to admit that they like cuddling. Big spoon. An extra sleepy Whitney can be the little spoon, but they're flipping positions if they wake up first.

#degrees of lewdity eden #degrees of lewdity whitney #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity avery #degrees of lewdity kylar #degrees of lewdity robin #my writing #Avery the Businessperson #Whitney the Bully #Robin the Orphan #Kylar the Loner #Eden the Hunter

[katedrakeohd]

Sweating it out. 🤤💦

This is a naughty wacky drabble incorporating @emceesynonymroll prompts #40 and #41.

40Don't you ever do that again and 41Can you move? will appear bolded in the story.

The previous two parts in this series can be found here if you want to catch up.

Choices Book : The Royal Heir

Rated: Mature 18+ for sexual content and swearing.

Warnings: swearing, pregnancy sex, oral sex.

Characters: Drake and Kate Walker, Hana Lee. (No this is not a threesome)

Word count: 2653 (all fun, no filler 😉)

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Tagging:

Wacky Drabblers: @dcbbw @texaskitten30 @bebepac @pedudley @bbrandy2002 @axwalker @sirbeepsalot @debramcg1106 @burnsoslow @bobasheebaby @ravenpuff02 @romanticatheart-posts @jessiembruno @flutistbyday2020 @soheila-1996 @kingliam-rys

Drake Walker tag list:

@texaskitten30 @janezillow

@hopefulmoonobject @dcbbw @pedudley @marshmallowsaremyfavorite

@indiacater @kingliam2019

@jovialyouthmusic @walkerswhiskeygirl @speedyoperarascalparty @mfackenthal

(Sorry for any duplicate tags)

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Author's note: this proceeds into smut right away, so consider yourself warned.

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In the sunroom at Valtorian Manor the conversation has diminished from lighthearted chatting over lunch, to lounging on the floor in a lazy comfortable silence. The warmth of the room has lulled everyone into a sort of drunken, sleepy stupor. When the quiet is broken by the soft drone of Drake snoring, it makes Hana giggle, waking him up with a snort.

Hana stretches sleepily and gets up, deciding it's time to give the two lovers some privacy.

“Well this was a pleasant lunch date, but I have somewhere else to be. I'll gather up our lunch tray and dishes and return them to the kitchen on my way by.”

When Kate tries to sit up, Drake tugs her back into his arms, making her giggle. “Oh Hana, you're too kind. Don't worry about all that stuff.”

The two corgis follow Hana out of the room as she takes things with her. She responds cheerfully on the way out, “Really Kate, I don't mind. I'll see you two later for dinner.”

Kate sighs happily as she settles into Drake's chest, tucking her fingers between the buttons of his shirt and caressing his skin, “I love Hana, she's so wonderful.”

Drake responds with a hum of agreement, tucking his own hand into the denim shirt that Kate's wearing to rub her belly. “And I love both of you.”

Drake starts unbuttoning the shirt for better access, his hand sliding up to cup her breast, and tugging at her bikini top with his fingers. “I also love how full and beautiful these are, and it's a shame to keep them covered.”

“Be gentle now, they're sensitive.” Kate scolds playfully as she works on unbuttoning his shirt.

Once his chest is partially bared, she starts to kiss down the salty column of his neck, cupping his furry tit in her hand, and caressing his nipple with her thumb. Drake sucks in a breath and shifts his ass on the cushions, spreading his leg out a bit to give himself more room. His jeans were beginning to get uncomfortably tight.

When Kate's hand slides down over his belly and stops where his shirt is tucked into his waistband, Drake lets out a quiet groan, his breath hitching, “Kate, where are you going?”

Kate bites her lip, trying hard not to grin too wide, “Well it wouldn't be right not to finish what I've started now would it?”

Drake sits up on his elbows and looks around nervously at all the glass walls. “You sure about this? What if somebody sees us?”

Kate shrugs running her hand over the tight bulge in his jeans. “Well this is our house. And with the reduced staff right now, we're not likely to be disturbed.”

Drake leans over to give her a kiss, cupping her cheek, “And what did you have in mind?”

“Well, can you move over a little and get out of those jeans then I'll show you?”

Drake rolls over and gets up to strip down out of his jeans, and tosses his shirt aside as well, “Does this answer your question?”

After taking off her borrowed denim shirt, she beckons him over. “C'mere sexy.”

Drake strides over, the prominent erection in his underwear leading the way.

“And what does the Duchess want me to do with this ?” he grins, putting his hands on his hips and rocking them side to side.

Sitting up on her knees on the cushions, Kate reaches back to untie her bikini top. “Bring it here.”

Drake can't help but lick his lips as he watches her breasts swing freely. With the heat of the room they were both sweating, and he felt incredibly thirsty all of a sudden. He wanted to lick the beads of moisture that he could see running down her naked skin, to bury his face in her breasts and hear her whisper his name.

Kate notices him staring and laughs, cupping her swollen breasts in her hands, “You like these huh?”

Drake nods, adjusting himself as he strained the fabric of his underwear. “Very much so.”

Giving him a sly grin, Kate massages each breast gently and rubs her thumbs over her nipples. “It's too bad these are for baby, and not for Daddy.”

Drake shakes his head and reluctantly looks away, “You're such a tease.”

“I know, but you love it. Now come closer and give the Duchess what she wants.”

Standing in front of her as he was, there's no confusing the hungry look in her eyes.

“And what does the Duchess want?” , he asks again his voice low.

Kate slides her hands up the backs of his thighs, leaning in to take his cock in her teeth and giving him a squeeze. Drake gasps in pain and surprise, “Jesus Kate, don't you ever do that again!”

Tilting her head back to look up at him, she can see that his chest is heaving and his hands are clenched in his hair. “I don't know. By your reaction I'd say you kinda liked it.”

Drake's heart was racing and when the pain had subsided he admitted to feeling a little more excited by the throbbing sensation her grip had left behind. “Ok maybe, but not so hard next time?”

Kate snaps the waistband of his underwear at his ass, “Time to get these off.”

Drake chuckles, “Ow.. okay.”

When he reaches down to take them off, Kate stops his hands. “No, let me. Better yet, keep your hands totally to yourself until I give you the magic words.”

Drake holds his hands out to the side, “And the magic words are?”

“You'll know when you hear them.”

Drake throws his head back and laughs, then covers his mouth when he realizes how loud his voice echoes through the large room.

Kate grins as she slowly lowers his underwear, “Let's see how quiet you can be too.”

Drake's hand clamps on his mouth when he feels her lips touch the end of his cock, but he can't stop the muffled groan of pleasure when she opens wider and welcomes him into her mouth.

Looking down, he watches Kate swallow him inch by inch, her lips gripping firmly each time she draws back. He wanted to sink his hands into her hair, to feel her cheeks and jaw as she worked on him. He clenched his fists at his sides, and enjoyed the sucking and licking of her mouth as she devoured him like she was dying of hunger. He's not sure what has brought on this sort of attention, but he wasn't complaining. For the last few weeks of the pregnancy there had been very little sexual interaction between them. Kate was usually too tired or not in the mood whenever he was, plus they couldn't exactly engage in their usual rigorous sort of fun.

Kate sits back, letting him go with a wet slurping pop. He's breathing heavily as she looks up. Seeing the lust in his eyes get hidden by his hair blowing into his face again makes her giggle, “Let me know when you're ready for that haircut.”

Drake shakes his head with a grin, brushing his hair back from his face and holding his hands behind his head. “Not yet.”

Kate lets out a sigh, lifting up her breasts to pillow them around his slick cock, “Good, because I'm not done either.”

Drake bites his lip at the smooth warm sensation of her tender skin swallowing him up. When her mouth closes around his tip again he closes his eyes, resisting the urge to thrust himself into her throat. “Jesus Kate, that feels so…..” he whispers hoarsely.

“Hmm..” Kate moans, sucking him deeper into her mouth. Flattening out her tongue and tickling back and forth along his length, she's encouraged by his soft groans and sighs of pleasure. “Oh God..j- ..just like that…ff-fuck yes..”

Stroking her hands slowly up and down the back of his thighs and ass, Kate can feel his legs start to shake and the muscles in his ass clench as he tries to maintain control. His rapid breathing as she picks up her pace, swallowing as much as she can with each stroke lets her know how close he is to totally losing it.

The sweat runs down over his abs as the muscles tense and relax with each gasp and groan.

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“You..are running me ragged.” He whispers

Kate sits back on her heels, wiping her mouth with a smile. “Sorry.”

Drake shakes his head, breathing a sigh and chuckling softly “No..no, in the best possible way.”

With the sun shining down on his glistening body, his engorged cock purple and throbbing Drake feels like some wild sex God standing in the Garden of Eden. His heavily pregnant wife kneeling in worship at his feet. Damn she looked beautiful as her eyes travelled over him lustfully.

“Come here,” he whispers, reaching out to her.

She places her hand in his and he helps her up from her knees. “Oh look you figured out the magic words.” She purrs seductively as he glides his hands down her back to cup her ass.

Her lips are swollen and soft as he tips his face down to give her a kiss. Kate brushes his damp hair back out of his face as the kiss deepens and he tastes himself on the inside of her mouth. Kate sucks on his tongue and Drake draws back with a deep groan rumbling up out of his throat. “Fuck me Kate.”

Drake moves his mouth to lick and nibble at her neck, sucking at her earlobe, his hands pushing down her shorts.

“Yesss,” Kate whispers, reaching around to rake her nails across his back.

Kate shimmies her hips to make her shorts drop around her ankles, and then kicks them aside. Drake grabs her bare ass again, lifting her up on her tip toes. With his cock tucked under her full belly, he couldn't quite reach for penetration. Burying his face into her shoulder, he sucks and kisses his way up to her mouth again. Whispering against her lips he traces them with his tongue, “How are we going to do this?”

Kate reaches between them to give his cock a firm squeeze. “Get down on the floor with me, and let me get on top.”

Drake nods, kneeling down on the cushions and helping her get down with him. Digging his hands into her hair, Drake grabs a handful in his fist and pulls Kate in for a kiss. Wrapping her arms up around his neck, she presses her breasts up into his chest, grabbing a fistful of his hair too. When she pulls sharply on his hair and bites his bottom lip, Drake grunts and breaks off the kiss. Staring into eachother's eyes, they dare the other to make the next move, both breathing hard. Drake growls and buries his face into her breasts, sliding his hands down and gently tickling her sides. Kate giggles as he licks and kisses up and down the smooshed crevice between her breasts.

“Have I ever told you..*kiss*…that ..*lick*..you have..*kiss*..”

Drake grips her by the hips and pulls her onto his lap.

“The most beautiful..*long lick*..and..*kiss* ..”

He slides his hand under her belly and tucks a finger between her moist lips. “tightest little pussy I have ever seen?”

Kate moans, rocking herself against his hand, pulling his head up out of her chest to whisper in his ear. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

Drake laughs, introducing a second finger, “When I said it to Hana, she didn't believe me either.”

Kate bites the shell of his ear, “Ow! I'm kidding, I'm kidding!”

Licking it better, she whispers, “I know, I just wanted a reason to bite you.”

Spreading out his fingers, Drake kisses down her neck and across her shoulder, continuing his anatomy lesson. “Did you know that there's more to the clit than the precious little pearl you polish with your fingers?”

Kate moans hugging him around the shoulders and licking and kissing up the side of his neck, “Somebody's been reading my book on female anatomy, hasn't he?”

Drake shrugs, tucking his two fingers up inside her and continuing to stroke in and out. “Hey sometimes at night I can't sleep and need something to read. It's been very…educational.”

Kate bites her lip, loving the feeling of his rough fingers slick with her own fluids as they moved in and out. “I'll say..” she whispers hoarsely. “And what is your other hand doing while you're looking at vulva and vaginal pictures late at night while I'm fast asleep?”

“That's between me and little Drake to know, and none of your business. Speaking of which, I think my handiwork has made enough room for Daddy, if you’re ready to perform our final act?”

Kate pushes him by the shoulders and forces him back onto the cushions, “Gladly..”

Drake reaches out sideways to hold onto the cushions beneath him, watching Kate wrap her delicate hand around his cock and give him a few firm strokes before moving him into position and tucking him inside. Rocking her hips they both moan with pleasure, tipping their faces up to the sky as each rock brings them closer together.

“Yeaaaah,” Drake sighs, a grin spreading across his face..“Still the tightest.”

“Mmhm,” Kate gasps, her hands on her thighs as she moves. “But the next time we do this is gonna feel different for both of us.”

Drake looks up at Kate, watching the concentration etched on her face, “What do you mean different?”

“I'm due anytime now, and after the….birth, it'll be six weeks at least before we can …do this again. Aaaand, things aren't going to be so tight anymore.”

Drake chokes on the groan that bubbles up out of his throat, “Six weeks?!..”

“Yeppers…” Kate moves a little faster, and by Drake's body language she can tell he's trying hard not to let things end too soon. But she was getting tired and with the oppressive heat in the room she was craving a shower and a glass of something cold to drink.

Drake clutches the cushions in his sweaty grip, feeling an overwhelming tightness in his cock and balls that was begging for release. Squinting against the bright sunshine, Kate's body seems to glow as she rocks and bounces against him. Turning his head to the side he takes one more look around the tropical flora and glass walls of the sunroom and knows for a fact that he'll never be able to imagine this room innocently again. Turning back to look up at Kate, listening to her gasp and moan as she slows down her movements, wiping the sweat from her neck and down over her breasts, he loses it and bucks upward flooding her cavity with his seed. Closing his eyes, he rides out each painful spasm, and lets out a long groan of relief as his blood sings through his veins flooding him in a wave of bliss.

Both breathless and panting, Kate drops her head back and lets her shoulders sag with exhaustion. Drake sits up on his elbow, reaching up to wrap his hand around her shoulder and pull her down gently beside him. Kate sighs, stretching out her limbs as he brushes the sweaty hair out of her face and peppers her salty skin with gentle kisses.

“That was..” she whispers, reaching up to cup his cheek.

“Amazing?...” he finishes for her.

Kate nods, stopping his wandering mouth with a firm kiss.

“Yes.”

A cool breeze wafts over their hot, sweaty and spent bodies, causing Kate to shiver.

“Shower time?” she asks.

Drake kisses her back and smiles, “Yes, a shower and a haircut.”

#long post #drake x kate #trh drake #wacky drabbles #kate walker #drake walker #that was hot

[inkyquince]

ayup! so lately i have been thinking ab giving the LIs the remote to a vibe inside the PC so I am here to beg for crumbs plz \(u.u)/

my guy you gotta know that's a bad idea. look at your line up. This isn't gonna be a hot steamy piece like you're gonna get for like, the AOT guys or sumn.

content warning. Kylar being a creep, exhibitionism kinda, voyeurism, rough sex, implied dubcon/noncon.

You're gonna get a couple of hot bitches and the rest deserve the death penalty.

For example, Robin? Low confidence means they're gonna be sitting there, sweating their little sweat and SHAKING. Fully won't do it. Maybe turns it on once and quickly turns it off. It's like when the nerd couldn't even sip the tiddy milk. High confidence is more fun, but nothing will happen at school. You ever tried to masturbate next to high confidence Robin? AT LEAST KYLAR AND WHITNEY APPRECIATE THE SHOW, let me touch me peepee >:(((( (Doesn't help that im tryna seduce Winter while im doing it and Robin WON'T LET ME FUCKING-) Best you're gonna get is that you're going to absolutely suck ass when you two play on his console and they turn it way up when you're just about to beat them. Or during the movies. Maybe on a slow day at the stand.

Look, we all know Whitney is hot. Mean asshole, weird obsession with parasites, prime step-parent you hate material, the world's worst ex and partner. Yes I have a soft spot for @angrelysimpping's House Husband Whitney, yes, I love the thought of ex husband Whitney who is the worst, we exist... Where was I going with this?

Anyway, why would you do this. Whitney has one mode and they're also just gonna use one mode with the vibrator. Full speed, fastest mode, it's gonna be jumping around inside of you, its so likely that it'll run out of batteries before the day is out. Worst is when they get a lightbulb over their head on a friday morning and will have it on low during the first half of the lesson and then on fullspeed during the exam.

"What's that fucking buzzing noise?"

Whitney wants the attention on ya, they're gonna be the reverse version of that one asshole kid who reminds the teacher they had homework, except they're gonna be bugging River that they swear they can hear something. River gonna fucking think its your phone and demand you hand it over. When you explain you can't fucking afford a goddamn phone, you have rent due, you better hope that River just thinks Whitney is disrupting the exam instead of even thinking of a vibrator up you. Why? Because they will faint again and they're gonna come down and bust they head. Good work. You killed your FUCKING teacher.

Look, Eden's hot. Eden is also proud. More like your annoyed grandpa with technology. Will put on some half spectacles and squint at your phone when you're showing them a funny video. No, Eden, I don't know this person in the video, just watch the tiktok! Huge technophobe, which is neat cuz if you ever make them in the Sims 3, you can finally use that fucking trait.

Anyway, what are you tryna achieve? Yes, they like looking at you when half naked. No, they hate you getting pleasure from something other than them. Ever tried to masturbate in the spring? They're on that real quick. Smacking your hands away and all. Unless they're the one gripping the dildo that's obliterating your hole, or stuffing ya with anal beads, they're not gonna have fun with this. Unless you've been bad. Cuz then it's a punishment.

Oh, its before the stockholm syndrome era? Every time you fight that hunter, you gotta make a gamble that they haven't heard of sex toys yet. Gonna stuff you with the vibrator and leave you on the leash while doing their shit. Gonna have it on so hard that you're gonna go numb at some point.

After you think they're just lonely <3 it's... Better? You stayed away too long? Well, they're more in love and they just missed ya really. Also their property should stay on their fucking land. Go away too long and they're gonna stuff a vibrator in ya and spank ya and then go hunting with you still on the floor, buzzin away.

Also no, they won't take you with hunting with that inside of you. The deers will hear the buzzing and run away and you'll both be hungry.

Kylar is Kylar. Greasy little rat who asks for feet pics at 3 am, but you're asleep so they break in to take feet pics themselves. Won't even leave money in exchange. Also, sidenote, would pay for your onlyfans.

Anyway, they would almost drop the fucking remote when you give it to them. Dumbass. Probably says some whack shit like "I want to be the vibrator inside of you <3" and now you're thinking he either likes micro/macro or they're gonna break in and paint your vibrator to look like them and you're gonna get acrylic paint poisoning and you're going to explain that this all came from a terrible idea to your goddamn doctor. You want to be bending over for Harper while they stare at a rash that developed from chemical burns? No, didn't think so.

Worst of all, they're going to be a jealous little cunt and turn it way up when you sit with others. It's a reminder of them inside of you so you could be hanging out with Robin or Sydney and then the vibrator sparks to life and makes this the worst lunchtime in the world. It's their way of reminding you that you gave them the remote, that they're watching you.

And it's kinda cute. Until it buzzes to life while you're entertaining someone else in your room. They're watching you after all.

Avery? Babe, Avery has got you covered.

Like, they're not gonna use the vibrator when angry, so while its buzzing away, you know ya safe. When Avery's angry, they're punishing you and it's not a fun, teehee, punishment. They're gonna march you up to your goddamn science teacher and buy whips and flogs and take you back to the hotel and fuck ya up for making them so angry.

Anyway, the vibrator is gonna be switching between all modes at dinner, in the hot tub, on bed sheets, in the car, but not at the party. They're tryna win the goddamn dancing competition and loosing because you stumble over your feet with the vibrator buzz-buzz-buzzing away inside of you would be kinda funny but Avery likes their image too much.

Avery does love the vibrator. Really proves that you're theirs mind and body to play with and you giving the remote to them so readily puts them in a fabulous mood. They own you and they get to prove it with the vibrator.

Alex is busy, so ngl, they might forget about it. You'll be all teehee, they're playing the long game, and the farmer is legit wrestling a pig to stop it from eating their damn shorts.

But it's great payback when you usher him out of the shower when they walk in on you and you give a lil show but won't let them wash you. Also excellent when you give them head while they're on the phone.

Alex mainly gonna abuse that toy when making/eating breakfast with you, when you make them a cup of tea and when watching TV and snuggling. While also suddenly remember it when you're lounging under the tree and just !!! and turn it way up. What an asshole. Does make sure it's off when Remy is around. What a sweetheart.

Sydney, my beloved.

Pure Sydney aint touching that fucking thing. What did you expect. You'd give them the remote and they'd scream and throw it and faint and give it to Jordan to destroy in the fire. Sirris will tell them off, I have to give them a refund for their toy now! But Sydney will have no qualms and snuggle into bed with a clear conscious.

Corrupt Sydney? Fuck yeah. When you're giving them head under the desk in the library, when Leighton spanks you when you share the stolen book punishment with them, praying at the temple, its going to be buzzing away inside of you. Sydney will also be genuinely happy that you did this that they will randomly drop a kissy onto your lips. Asshole will also working their shift at the sex shop and brag to customers that "Yes, this model is very good, it's been inside my beloved the entire day and has yet to run out of batteries!". What a salesperson.

#im sorry for this #all i had today was apple juice and gummy bears #also im sorry this but this was never gonna be hot in my hands #because iM A PROPHET A PROPHET #I PROPHESISE #and you're gonna get some hot shit and then some not to so hot #anyways #quinceyeasyspeaky #nsft #quincewrites #dol #degrees of lewdity #robin the orphan #whitney the bully #kylar the loner #avery the businessperson #alex the farmer #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen

[angrelysimpping]

It’s so rare I see someone who likes Darryl! I really loved the scenes where you get to save them. Do you have any headcanons about them or Landry? I think my favourite might be Jordan, their shower scenes are too cute 🥰

Anon you have unlocked some part of my brain that can think of something other than Whitney and Kylar and I don’t know how to thank you

Headcanons under the cut because I went a little overboard =P. TW for past abuse because, well, Darryl’s past

Darryl:

Their glasses are for reading only. They don't need them for everyday use. This is why Darryl will set them on top of their head when not using them

It would be better if they kept their glasses on a chain around their neck. Wouldn't forget where their glasses are (as often) if on a chain. Doesn't like the look of it though, thinks it makes them look too serious

Would be interested in a romantic relationship but not necessarily a sexual one. Not necessarily with the PC, but just in general

Sex is a big deal for them bc of their past. Any sexual relationship would start as a friendship then turn into romance then, maybe, into sex. Would take a long time to evolve from one to the other

Knows Briar and is not on good terms with them

Avoids going near the school at all costs. Does everything in their power to avoid Leighton. Might have actually banned Leighton from the club

Feel like Darryl would be a huge nerd. Like, could go off on a target about some minor historical fact for over an hour

Doesn't drink often. Only does when their head gets stuck in the past

Doesn't swear a lot. Even though they run a strip club that has some explicit VIP services, Darryl is saying 'dang' and 'Frick'

Will swear when their emotions run high! Knows every bad word under the sun and will use them!

Can't really do physical altercations because their fight/flight/freeze/fawn instinct is stuck on 'freeze.' Same for verbal altercations. Only enters into verbal fights on other people's behalf

Not one for physical contact unless they really trust you

Has three pet cats who are spoiled to hell

Afraid of dogs

I don't know why but I can't shake the idea that Darryl and Eden could be good friends?

Landry:

What do you mean you don't know what wi-fi is???? What do you mean you've been running a criminal operation without using the internet at all???? How?????

Doesn't know what 'a Google' is

Could be taught a few tech things but not much

You're a criminal Landry, do NOT give that random stranger your personal information

That Nigerian prince isn't real, do not give them your bank info. You have pulled almost the exact same scam on people in person 

If your password is 'password123' I’m taking your phone away until you learn how to secure it properly

7 wpm typing speed on a good day

Worked their way up to where they are. Started out stealing from houses and pickpocketing

Doesn't steal as much now, more into trading favors and selling to the black market

Knows a few very powerful people

On neutral terms with Bailey and Briar 

Micky is their child now

Very plain. Could easily be mistaken for someone else. Uses it to their advantage

When you agreed to go to this party with Avery, you did not expect to spot Landry among the guests. You almost didn’t recognize Landry at first. They're wearing nicer clothes than normal, if still on the lower end of the spectrum for a gathering like this. You make eye contact with Landry from across the room. They give you a slight nod and keep moving. Leaving Avery is not an option, not unless you're willing to face their rage later. You push Landry out of your mind and try to focus on the people Avery is talking to. It’s boring but these conversations usually don’t last too long. Avery tries to talk to as many people as possible at these parties; making connections, rubbing elbows, that whole shtick. As luck would have it, the next person Avery singles out to schmooze with is Landry. When Avery introduces Landry as 'Jesse,' you don’t bat an eye. You give Landry a shy smile that you know will earn you points with Avery, if at the expense of teasing at the pub. Maybe Landry will cut you some slack? After all, you don't say anything about how after shaking Landry's hand, Avery is wearing one less ring

#degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity landry #degrees of lewdity darryl #ask #my writing #Darryl the Club Owner #Landry the Criminal #darryl the club owner #landry the criminal