#i had a dope dream and this is what came of it

[marchharesteatable]

everyone is born with a little shimmer over their shoulder. it's their soul. the more in tune with yourself you are, the larger and more solid it becomes. people can spend years meditating and accepting ones self to have a little person sitting on their shoulder whispering in their ear over a shared joke.

a young man is our protagonist. he has short brown curls and bright blue eyes. his friends are all older and like to tease him for his baby face, but it's all in good fun. they are busy skipping school one day, running around and causing mischief to old abandoned farmhouses with twinkles on their shoulders. all farming is automated now and the abandoned and crumbling homes of families long gone are all that's left to mark the humans that once spent their life in service of the dirt. people are now expected to study higher calling since they are are capable of intergalactic travel. the closest one could come to farming now was managing the facilities that mine asteroids. large one-man ships that attach to the asteroids, with hundreds of drones scurrying about to hollow out the precious materials and filter the water.

our young man was a few years off from having to decide what to do with his life but understood that his friends did not have high prospects and felt the need to follow in their footsteps. his father had died in an accident when humanity tried to send a beacon into space. humans only got about 5 min worth of proof there was other life out there before it stopped sending info. the young man felt his father had died for nothing. his mother was the personal assistant to some big wig and made sure he was provided for but never had time to connect with her son. it hurt to spend too much time with her anyways as her soul had taken on more of his father's looks as time went on.

the gang of hulagins after getting bored of helping the houses fall apart hiked to the end of the farmland and caught a bus to the next city over. they met up with the girlfriend of one of the leaders of the pack. she had a tattoo of a rose over her right eye, a stick and poke that was already bleeding together. her soul was certainly person shaped but had yet to come into any defining features. they all wanted to go out and as our protagonist was 16, two years away from legal partying age, they told him he could wait for them at her home or head back to their city.

not wanting to take the trip alone he went back to the girlfriend's home and waited. at least that was the plan. there was a sharp sting on the left side of his neck (it is the highest taboo to touch another soul even as unformed and shimmery as his was) and he felt darkness come for him as someone grabbed him and drug him down an alleyway. he tried to struggle but it was no use.

he woke up in a stasis pod. he was on a ship that much was for sure. thoughts of slave traders entered his head. he thought they were stories of ages past, meant to scare children. he didn't know they were real. the klaxton alarm makes its way through his stasis brain and he realizes why he woke up. they were in danger and he was stuck in this pod. freaking out he tries desperately to find a way to open his pod, there is a lever by his foot he manages to kick and out he tumbles into 0 grav. others are sturing and attempting the same. there is a rush to the escape pods. our protagonist due to his small size (he was assured another growth spurt was on the way at his last physical) is able to get ahead of the crowd and grab one of the few pods remaining. just in time as while he looks into the window and sees himself leaving a freighter a missile from an out-of-sight ship explodes the freighter, and knocks out his propulsion systems.

as he tries to restart the systems he sees the ship move into place. a ship like nothing he's seen before, and it moves to take the few escape pods that we're far enough from the blast to still be able to navigate. our young man assumes this was the crew that kidnapped him. he is left floating and after the new ship leaves he is glad he was deemed as worthy as scrap.

this leaves our young man alone, drifting through space, with only his soul as company. he needn't worry about food or water yet. the escape pods recycled all water waste and sustenance pellets had fed greater a man for months at a time. after several days of tinkering and trying to remember half-taught lessons from his father and school lessons he didn't want to pay attention to, he was able to get the thrusters back online.

only once he was done did he notice his soul had become much more than a shimmer, it was forming into a human shape. you could only just see through it. for he had heard a little whisper in his ear. almost a congrats, I knew you could do it. he felt a warm pride and set coordinate to earth. the warm feeling plummeted as the time to destination appeared, 10 years and 72 days.

with nothing else to do, he sat and contemplated his life. and as he did so his soul grew. it grew when he realized his mother was dealing with her grief by overworking and came to accept she never meant to abandon him but it was an effect of a single parent trying to maintain a two-income household style of living. he would have rather she been around more but he understood her reasoning.

his soul grew when he realized his friends had accepted this little kid into their group and did their best to keep him out of their more questionable activities but still made him feel included.

his soul grew silently till it was a fully formed person. a girl with thick ginger waves, a strong hooked nose, and a laugh that sparkled in his ear.

they talk about memories past and she reminds him of details half-forgotten. this comes in handy when various repairs need happening and he curses himself for not being more interested in his studies. his soul comforts him and reminds him he avoided it because he was still processing his father's death and it was okay because she remembered parts of the lessons. they talk of what he had hoped his future would bring when he was on earth and they talked about what they hoped would await them when they got back. they would get back after all. they made up stories and songs together.

it was only once the pod was getting cramped did he note that she was bigger than the standard shoulder size. he did what he could to move the side consoles to the front of the pod so they could sit side by side. it had been close to a year with only the two of them and she was nearly as big and vibrant as a grown human.

close to 6 months later the coms static to life. he has been detected by a miner. they were going to be rescued! when the docking clamps attached he let out a sob he didn't know he was holding back and his soul patted his back reassuringly. "I knew we could do it. I never stopped believing in you."

wide eyes met his as the two stepped onto the airlock. he stumbled due to the cramped conditions not allowing full use of his legs and she caught him.

"I am so sorry, I didn't realize there were two people on board. our sensors only picked up one life sign. we can see what we can do to accommodate the two of you." says the miner. he is a strong, older man, whose eyes are kind, and his soul is a woman who looked to be taking a nap on his shoulder, using his shirt collar as a pillow. our two protagonists did not correct him.

they are taken to the medical chamber and our young man is treated for malnutrition and muscle atrophy. his soul didn't register on any of the scanners. as they were being treated by a medical bot it only made note of his condition, and kept the information to itself. patient Dr confidentiality of course.

when they are done they find their way to the control room. (it wasn't hard as the habitable part of the mining ship was nothing more than sleeping quarters, a kitchen, the medical bay, and the control room. the rest of the ship was dedicated to storing the drones and minerals.) the captain asks about their story and they tell him they were nabbed and woke up nearly outside the inner Jupiter system and their ship was attacked. they managed to escape just in time. the captain is not a slow man and notes that the young woman always stays to the right of the young man, and lets him take the lead on the story, only adding bits to the tail that were important. he doesn't mention that he's never seen a soul that large but figures it's not his place to mention it. it's impolite to interact with another's soul, but figures under the circumstance it might be better to treat it as a shy easily spooked girl. at least until he was informed otherwise by the unusual pair.

the captain let them know that based on the description of the ship it seemed like he had been the first to experience the alien race that had been the scourge of earth for the last year. it started with the mars colonies. by the time earth was able to send reinforcements the colony had been destroyed and many bodies were missing. the aliens had tried to attack earth but fortunately due to the forcefields meant to vaporize incoming asteroids and meatiors the race was held at bay. all ships were now equipped with the same tech. he apologizes about the hardship they have suffered and lets them know he has been sent out for a years rotation and he is 3 months into it. however, they are welcome to send a message to earth and let family know they are safe.

the captain makes sure to set up a message and locks out the mining controls and gives them privacy to make the message after showing them how to send it. he also lets them know it they are unlikely to get a response due to the war, but they should send the message anyways. they send a video to the young man's mother to let her know they are alright. it doesn't dawn on them till later that their mother won't know who his soul is, but hopes she will understand. upon completion, they leave the command room and find the captain doing his best to make a second bed in the medical room out of storage crates and extra sheets.

the next few days are uneventful. they often their assistance to the captain, but he assures them it's a one-man job, but if they want to be useful they can clean up around the place. The captain has enough on his plate that while the habitation deck isn't dirty, there is a layer of dust and grime in the corners.

a routine is set in place. the protagonists clean and prepare the ready meals. the first night the young man nearly cried at the rehydrated mashed potatoes and meatloaf. the captain who was a man not adept at dealing with others' discomfort had made a joke that sustenance pills will do that to you. it was met with two laughs. one wet and the other like a tinkling of wind chimes. they would clean, and when the habitation deck was close to spotless they spent their days learning about the ship and its mechanics. The young man vowed to never let himself miss out on vital information again.

the first night the two tried to sleep in separate beds. the young man in the med bed and his soul to the right on the makeshift crates. it felt wrong, being apart at his most vulnerable, especially after spending a year and a half nearly in each other's lap. they pushed the beds together and spent each night wrapped in each other's embrace.

nearly 6 months into their journey a ship like the one that started this mess tried to attack the mining vessel. true to the captains word the forcefield stopped the ship from boarding, but not from causing harm to the drones on the surface of the asteroid. the captain was able to modify the drilling torpedoes to hit the enemy's ship, they were successful in destroying their target.

The group donned suits and started on repairs, the captain impressed by the duos' knowledge of the drones and ingenuity at using scrap from the alien ship to finish repairs. the rest of the trip was more or less the same. the captain navigating the last of his assigned asteroids, our protagonist duo repairing and then continuing to modify the drones for higher yields to make up for their lost brethren.

at 9 months since getting picked up, the captain lets them know the last job has been completed and it's time to return home. there are several more scuffles with enemy ships on the return trip, but fortunately, due to the modifications minimal cargo is lost. once landed the captain lets them know this will probably be the last time they see each other as his family is on the other side of the planet and this year rotation has earned him two years off. our protagonists give him a long hug. one side is wet with tears and thankful murmurs, and the other feels as though a summer breeze has wrapped around his side. enough of that the captain chides. you'll be okay from here on out. I have full faith in the both of you.

when the airlock opens there is a figure of a woman on the other side. it's the protagonist's mother. she rushes toward the group and swoops her babies in her arms. petting both their hair, happy they are alive. the soul manages to get a small how do you know out before the mother kindly shushes her. I would know my baby and his bright soul anywhere.

#long post #march writes #my first real scifi story #original story #stories #sci fi #science fiction #science fantasy #soul bond #space travel #space truckin' #space trip #asteroid #mining #i had a dope dream and this is what came of it #there was a lot more magic in my dream #as well as death rebirth and old gods who are actully aliens #but the writing took a different turn #humans in space

[loose-and-goose]

“Mom and Dad are getting divorced.”

Monty’s eyebrows flew up to his hairline. He pulled the blunt away from his lips, pulled the phone in closer to his ear. “No shit?”

“I’m deadass.” Ty replied.

Monty was glad Ty had advised him to take a seat at the start of this call, and glad that he was states away from anyone that might have been pissed off by his budding smile.

“Finally.”

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Ty’s funeral happened over winter break, so Montell didn’t have to take time off from school. Which was good, because he was going into his last semester at university and that would have been a shit time to start flaking out on classes.

The funeral was weird. Almost everyone present was older than the person who was dead. They were gonna make Monty talk. There wasn’t a body, since their parents had had Ty cremated. And, Tyrell was there.

How are you even supposed to mourn somebody that won’t go away? As he read through the obituary, Monty kept glancing up. All the attendees would later talk up his public speaking skills. Really, he couldn’t stop looking at the first pew, eyes jumping between his father, his mother, and his dead brother seated between them. It didn’t matter that Monty had already been home for a few days, had watched his brother drifting between the kitchen and the den. No amount of exposure was going to make this any less weird. Ever.

When the funeral and repast were over, they all piled into the car like always. Dad driving, mom in the passenger seat, Ty in the right back seat, Monty on the left.

They rode in dead silence.

#here;s this idea i had that i am thinking could be a short story but i have no clue how to write #the scenario came to me in a dream. sigh #i just have nooo idea how to write this i know how it is going to end but i need to figure so much out #and i also dont know what needs to happen in the middle #also this is kind of fun because i stole these character names from Porq!!! Ty and Monty my babies!!! #Completely different characters now and Ty's name was originally Tyrese but shhhh #anyway in my mind im like. WRITE SOMETHING YOU CAN MARKET WRITE SOMETHING THAT FITS A GENRE #and in my mind this story is meant to be afrosurrealist. but i have so little experience with afrosurrealism! #ive seen Dope and Sorry to Bother You and of course Get Out and like 2 eps of Atlanta #but that's all I got like UGGHHH now I have to read Toni Morrison and Octavia Butler HEAD IN HANDS #and much less do I know how short stories work. Pacing??? Hello?

[rafesaddiction]

The tight end (or: Football Lessons) – Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: You need to study for your exams and Rafe wants to watch the football game with his friends. Studying is boring and you need a little help from the boys. Rafe is not pleased.

Warnings: mdni! – heavy smut, spanking, rough sex, p in v, semi-public sex (they can hear you), fingering (they sure can see that), possessiveness, kinda size kink cause rafe is big, bratty!reader, grumpy!rafe, dom!rafe, mean!rafe, amused!barry, curious!kelce, i-can't-with-this!topper

Word count: 1.5k

Tagging @dream-pink , @dope-trope-105 since this is most definitely Rafe Cameron smut. Enjoy!

a/n This is none of the stuff I said I was working on, just something short to indulge myself. Something light and fun. It kinda takes place in the same “universe” as Hole Practice, but it's not part 2. Comments, reblogs and likes are more than welcome. They keep me from going insane. Go Panthers!

“Gonna get myself another beer,” Rafe groaned as he lifted himself of the la-z-boy.

“Might need something stronger to suffer through this shit show.”

He looked at Barry who had made the comment and was pointing at the tv screen with his beer bottle.

On the screen the Panthers were literally fucked up the ass. And they deserved it as they delivered their worst performance ever. This game really sucked. Rafe hadn't bet any money, but he took it kinda personal when his favorite team performed this shitty. It totally ruined his mood. To be fair, it didn’t take much to ruin Rafe's mood, but this was like in the top 20 of mood-ruining events. And this was supposed to be a nice relaxing evening, watching the game with his friends. Yeah, Barry was now officially one of his friends and none of Rafe's kook friends ever doubted his status – if they had, that would totally have ruined Rafe's mood.

“While you're at it, pretty boy, fetch me another one too,” Barry shook his half-empty bottle and grinned at Rafe, who had stopped on his way to leave the living room.

“Anything else I can do for you?” Rafe said in a sarcastic tone, frowning.

“You have some of these tiny snack bites? Diced cheese with a toothpick?”

Rafe shot Barry a deathly glare, who just chuckled.

“Uhm, I'd like another beer, please,” Topper's voice came from the left and Rafe's head spun around, making the blond shrink into the couch and mumble some sort of apology. Next to him, Kelce snickered.

Frowning, clenching his jaws, Rafe went to the kitchen – without killing one of his friends, yet.

Still frowning, Rafe rummaged through the fridge to get four bottles of beer. There were actually some cheese bits, which he left there, but he took a bag of chips out of the pantry, and returned to the living room.

And stopped in the doorway, almost dropping the beer at the sight of you sitting on the armrest of Barry's la-z-boy. You had your back to Rafe and were obviously engaged in some very intense conversation with Barry. You had drawn up your legs and were kinda kneeling sideways on the armrest. You wore one of Rafe's t-shirts, too big for you, but barely covering your ass. Your legs were naked – apart from the cat paw socks you wore.

“What are you doing here?”

You were not supposed to be here. You were supposed to be upstairs, studying for your upcoming exam. You were definitely not supposed to be cuddling up to Barry.

Rafe was fuming as you craned your head back to him and gazed at him with innocent eyes.

When you saw him, a sweet smile appeared on your face.

“Hi, Rafey.” Rafe flinched at the hideous nickname, but you continued speaking. “I was looking for you. I needed some help with opening a water bottle and Barry was so nice to help me.”

Barry sat up, looking at Rafe, winking at him and showing said water bottle.

“Always a pleasure to help a damsel in distress,” he said, his gold tooth showing as he grinned at Rafe whose face had turned red by now, his features tensed up, his nostrils flaring.

“And now he’s telling me all about the tight end.”

You smiled.

Barry grinned.

Kelce snickered.

Topper choked.

Rafe growled.

“Upstairs. Now.”

“But –” you turned towards Rafe, your feet dangling from the armrest, you looked up at him, pouting.

“Now!” Rafe barked and you flinched.

Having put the bottles and chips on the coffee table, Rafe walked up to you, grabbed you, threw you over his shoulder and carried you with him, despite your squealing protests.

Rafe sat you down on the kitchen island. You looked at him, with big eyes and sulky lips. His hands rested on either side of you.

“The fuck were you doing? I specifically told you not to come downstairs!”

He glared at you through narrowed eyes, tilting his head to the side.

You lowered your gaze, your fingers playing with the hem of the shirt you were wearing.

“I was bored,” you admitted in a soft voice. Then you looked up, just with your eyes, meeting his.

“Please don't be mad at me,” you nibbled on your bottom lip, effectively directing his gaze. Then your lips parted, you breathed out and he saw the corners of your mouth twitch. “Rafey…”

He let out an angry growl, grabbed you, flipped you around and you squealed as your chest was pressed down on the hard surface of the kitchen island. Rafe shoved up your t-shirt and his hand hit your butt, only covered by your pink lace panties.

“Don't. Ever. Call. Me. That. Again!” Rafe growled between gritted teeth and each word was accompanied by a slap on your ass.

You cried out, then tried to muffle your cries and whimpers by covering your mouth with both your hands, as Rafe gave your ass a very thorough spanking. He didn't care that your whining and crying could surely be heard in the living room as he hadn't bothered to close any of the doors.

One hand holding you down as you tried to wriggle your way out, while his other hand mercilessly slapped your ass and thighs, leaving marks in the form of his hand print.

His palm started burning and your skin must have felt as if in flames by now.

He was panting heavily behind you, his eyes on your ass as he pulled down your panties. He noticed the soaking wet stain and his hard cock twitched inside his pants.

You were a whimpering mess, your body trembling and only focused on the burning sensation his hand had caused, or you would have noticed what he was up to and you would surely have complained that you were still too sore from when Rafe had fucked you under the shower this morning.

You cried out as he pushed his hard cock into your tight pussy. He growled as he felt your walls clamping around him. He gave your already sore ass another slap, then started thrusting into you in a relentless rhythm, deep and hard, punishing you by using your body to satisfy his own needs. Your cries turned into whimpering sounds as he gave you what your body so desperately craved for.

Whatever you tried to say came out as a whining noise. His name was the only intelligible word you were able to utter.

“Rafe,” you cried.

“Rafe,” you moaned.

“Rafe,” you begged.

He grabbed the back of your neck, pulled you up, made you turn your head and his lips met yours in a fervent kiss, devouring and bruising. He felt you clench so hard around him and moaning into his mouth as you came around him. Pushing your trembling chest flush against the surface, he fucked you through that orgasm, savoring your heated body's uncontrolled convulsing, your shameless moaning and enjoying knowing that he did this to you, that he was the only one who made you feel this way.

Rafe came with a groan, his cock buried up to the hilt inside your soaking pussy, filling you with his hot cum. He felt how you tensed up at the sensation and your walls clenched, milking him.

When he pulled out, you whimpered.

“Shhh…” He caressed your back as he cleaned you with a kitchen towel and put your panties back on.

Rafe cradled you into his arms and carried you back to the living room.

Barry chuckled, but didn't say a word as Rafe shot him a menacing glance.

Rafe reclined in his chair and you cuddled up to him, burying your face at his heaving chest. You were still trembling, your legs drawn up to your own chest and you were clinging to Rafe, when he caressed your back with one hand, the other hand holding a beer bottle as he focused on the screen again where the Panthers had somehow managed to turn the game around.

Rafe's hand trailed along your thigh and you flinched. You pressed your mouth against his chest and he heard you whimper as his fingers brushed over the sore skin. And not only he could hear your little whining sounds has he grabbed your ass.

Barry looked at you from the corner of his eyes and then grinned at Rafe, slightly shaking his head, lifting his bottle to drink.

Kelce licked his lips as his eyes moved over your body.

Topper stared at the tv screen, clutching his bottle so hard, his knuckles turned white.

Rafe’s hand shoved your shirt up, rubbed over your bruised cheek. His fingertips pushed your panties to the side and slid between your folds, eliciting a sweet mewling sound from your lips.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey #outer banks #obx #smut fic #rafe cameron imagine #rafe fic #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe x you #rafe cameron drabble #obx fic #outerbanks #outer banks smut #barry obx #topper thornton #kelce obx

[thearchercore]

Max had to deal with the insane child that was Charles all throughout karting. And Max loved karting and dreamed of F1 because if the competition in karting was like that, F1 must be even better!

But then he goes to F1 and realizes everyone treats him like a kid and there isn't a deranged monégasque boy trying to send them both into the barriers and he realizes F1 is not the same.

Three years later Charles joins F1 and Max is grateful he has his rival and equal back and now all he wants to do is hang around him all the time because Charles is the only one who understands the kind of competition they once had.

Max is chatting to him all the time like "I missed you, you don't know what it was like before you came along" and Charles is like, "I missed this too, you don't know how slow those F2 guys were."

i meaan, charles and max are the same age group so when max started in f1 as a 17 yo (jesus christ, child labour really), he was the youngest and because most believed his seat was not deserved (he skipped f2 and did not do the classic feeder series lineup like charles did), he did not really get the same treatment as, let's say, ollie who just became the youngest ferrari driver at the age of 18.

so even if charles seemed like a true menace that just made max's life incredibly difficult (caused them to dnf, they had to get together the "fairplay talk", or even the infamous story of max being left at the gas station by his dad includes charles in a way -- max made a mistake in the race and charles ended up winning). so truly, their karting years were more linked together than many assume.

so it's natural that when he was not met with open arms by other drivers, he was just waiting on charles to make the jump to f1 (and as we found out, that man was SURE charles would make it)

meanwhile you have mr. leclerc who had the biggest amount of doping tests because no one could believe he was That good in f2.

so yeah, then max got other drivers his age in f1 and he became more comfortable as he was no longer the singled out "child" of the grid that no one took seriously. but overall, max seems to believe only charles can match up to his level and be an equal rival so at the end of the day, he got over charles' peak evil years as a child lol

#lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen

[muzanswaifu]

Yandere! Rengoku Breeding Kink HCs

18+

Afab! Reader

Holiday gift for one of my patreon members!

Request: "Can I nsfw request Yandere!Rengoku kyojuro breed/impregnate Reader please? Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! 🎄🎉🪅🥳💕"

NSFW Warnings: Yandere, Smut, Non-con, Drugging, Kidnapping, Roofies, Obsession, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Multiple Creampies, Cockwarming, Breeding Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Impregnation, Unsafe Sex, Baby-trapping

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Rengoku has oh so dreamed of this day, the day he’d have you sprawled out on his bed, drugged out of your mind from the little pill he’d slipped in your drink at a bar earlier

It had been quite difficult to convince your friends that he was your boyfriend, but it’s not like they could refuse him when he was so charming and knew so much about you, things not even they did

You were lucky, you know, lucky that it was only him who had taken advantage of how easy it was to track you, you would’ve been in danger had it been someone else! But don’t worry, he was not some psychopath, his only objective was to care for you, love you, own you

You mewed softly into the sheets, rolling over to squint into the dim, intimate lighting of his bedroom, even if it had been bright enough to see, your vision was blurred, obscured by your own doped brain

He cooed at your struggle of movement, brushing your glazed hair back and leaning over to seal his lips over yours, the kiss was sloppy, more tongue than anything as he drooled into your mouth, he’d wanted for so long to embrace you, pure love radiating off of him despite his cruelly perverted actions, when he’d finally pulled away, a string of saliva stretching between your tongues

Kyojuro had already checked you out for quite some time in the club, but in here, so close to each other, his eyes scavenged across your figure yet again - the slip of your sleeve down your shoulder, your bunched up skirt, the tight cling of your dress - his groin ached at the sight of you so… ripe, so ready to be taken advantage of

Saliva built on his tongue as he peeled the useless clothing from you, savoring the way your breasts and ass spilled from the taut material, your naked bodice twitched with the sudden chill, head shifting side to side in your confusion, you were too dazed to care about anything but what you could physically feel, and he was quick to give you something to focus on as he spread your legs apart

His chest bloomed as his ears were filled with your pathetic whines and moans, gifts exchanged for his service to your innocent heat, his ravenous tongue had already found its way to your center, pressing kiss after kiss to your delicate hole, thanking the gods for this glorious meal

Kyojuro relished the pure taste of you, licking stripes against your entrance and chancing his tongue inside, working you open in the most gentle way he could manage

It was only when you gave a long whimper and crossed your ankles behind his head that he’d realized his ignorant mistake of your neglected bead, pulling back he could see how needy she was, swollen and pulsing for attention, desperate to be spoiled with love

He sucked her gently, groaning at the feeling of your hands fiercely clutching his blond mane, your legs further weaving him closer

It didn't take long for you to come like that, gushing into his mouth and letting out a silent scream of ecstasy

You didn’t have the strength to crawl away as he continued feasting, boneless as he flipped you to your front and pulled your legs off the bed to eat you from behind with the same hunger as before, not even giving you a moment’s rest as he lapped at you like a starved man

He felt high off his mind as he drank from you, as intoxicated as you were perhaps, and this wasn’t even the best part of what he’d had planned

You felt a hint of something strange, embarrassment?, as you came this time, spewing out juices across his maw as he teased the side of your throbbing nub with his tongue, it felt dirty to have lost control of your functions and stained his face, despite the excitement that clearly painted his expression as he licked his lips clean with a manic grin

Kyojuro stepped back, admiring his own work of your dripping and thoroughly eaten pussy, his pants had been loosened long ago, but only then did he start stroking himself, preparing to give you what you so needed and deserved

You were none-the-wiser as he mounted you, pressing the tip of his cock at your fluttering hole, you were already given up, drooling into the sheets and weakly clutching at them in anticipation for whatever came next

He nearly thought this was dream, doubting his own vision of you in the perfectly arched breeding position that he’d always fantasized about, praying for the day he’d get to fill your belly with his litter, marry you somewhere in the mix of it all, he didn’t really care which came first

But you were really here, he mused as he began pushing in, your cosseted cunt gladly taking in the first few inches before pushing back in resistance, he’d already anticipated the struggle, well aware of his own dangerous size

Thankfully, you didn’t make too much of a fuss, only weakly yowling and sputtering as you were stretched past your limit by a man who you had certainly never suspected to be in this position with, nor would you have ever guessed your body could accommodate such a thing, but here you were, filled to the brim and bulging with a cock that pushed at your womb with the same obsessive goal as its owner

You had to be made for each other, your little pussy doing such an amazing job of coddling his cock, already frothing around his shaft with your sweet cream, he licked his lips remembering the delectable taste

Kyojuro hardly had to move to stimulate himself, your walls already pulsing around him and milking him for his potent seed, he could feel your legs shake under him and wrapped an arm under your belly, pressing his hand against the protruding bulge in your belly and making you whine

He took his time molding you to him, gently canting his hips back and forth to get you used to the feeling of being properly filled, as you deserved, but the moment your strained cries turned to moans of pleasure, he could no longer stop himself, rolling his hips deep, flawlessly curling into your sweet spot with every agonizing stroke

His arms held your hips up to meet his as his patience to crouch down to meet you deteriorated, he could no longer wait for you to succumb, determined to show you the vast range of his skill and power, to show you just how amazing he could make you feel, to show how perfectly he could care for your needs, even if you might not remember any of this tomorrow

He groaned deep as he filled you with the first round of seed, surprising even himself as the cum had suddenly escaped from him before he’d even realized he'd peaked, the pleasure of your cunt so heavenly that he’d been at his highest from the beginning

Hot cum pooled into you, not yet spilling as he stilled his hips as deep as possible inside you, he didn't want even a drop to be wasted, intent for it to catch now, if his research was correct this was your fertile week

You mouthed at the blankets, your body trembling with the overstimulation that you had no chance to escape from, feeling a hot thickness fill your belly in waves, you could feel the object twitch inside of you, snapping at your most sensitive spots as if it were easy

He gave a sigh once his load had emptied, gingerly pulling himself from your welcoming heat only to flip you over to see your front, he wanted to see your face when you came with his cock filling you up with another fresh batch of sperm

You began whining again as he filled you, your weak little hands clawing at the beast that crawled on top of you, grabbing at his wrinkled shirt and balling it in your fists, it didn't help that he had started flicking at your clit as well, rubbing slow swirls that had what was left of your brain reeling back into itself

Your body betrayed you without question, furiously clutching at his shaft and spraying him yet again with your release

Kyojuro beamed at your cunts eagerness to take everything he had, his pace quickening as he chased his own climax yet again, desperate to give your womb more of his thick, hot cum

He came for the second time that night with his eyes locked on your tiny hole swallowing every inch of his cock, a creamy ring of semen frothing around his base as he pumped another fresh load into your tummy, spraying it directly into your womb

You let out a practically pornographic moan, your voice wanton and cracked as you sobbed, drool pooling down the sides of your mouth while your head lolled back, the warmth felt so good, swimming inside your belly and sending waves of euphoria all throughout your being, your clit throbbed from the lack of movement so you tried to hump at him, but his strong hands held you firm and still, keeping you in place so his seed wouldn’t spill out, but your attempt at rebellion irked him momentarily

In the future, he'd make sure to train you more thoroughly on how to behave in the bedroom, how to present yourself to him after he got home from work, how to keep your legs spread and pussy exposed for him to eat after a long day, how to stay still and submissive for him to hold you down and breed you until his balls were empty, how to warm his cock all night without letting any of his precious cum spill out

But for now, he’d do all the work and let you enjoy how good being impregnated felt, he took a hand off your hip to massage his balls, just to make sure he gave you every drop, he chuckled as you slurred at him, muttering stupid, sweet nothings as your hips tried yet again to brush against his, he humored your impatience, brushing his thumb lazily over your swollen clit, and another gush of your juices drenched his thighs

Even as he came down from this climax, he knew he still had several more rounds in him, far too pent up to let you rest just yet

He wanted you bursting with his seed when he was done with you, so not a doubt could be had that you were carrying his child, rengoku wanted your thighs painted white, you pretty cunt stuffed with cream, and even your mouth given a taste of his essence, tainting your entire being with his love and devotion

He slammed his lips into yours as he built up his pace for the next round, holding your jaw still with a hand as he cleaned up the drool from your lips with his tongue, laughing when you scrunched your nose and turned your face to get away from his intimate grooming, the man uncaring as he continued his work anyway, licking with wide, wet strokes all over you like an animal

He had you every way imaginable that night, every position, every surface, every innocent inch of your body, leaving you a heaping pile of sweat, spit, and, most of all, cum, caked and drying on your skin and especially between your legs

Rengoku worried he might have killed you after he’d given his last pint of seed, your body falling to a limp and cold state of silence, yet your breaths were evened, proving your resilience

He didn’t bother cleaning you off, far, far too pleased with the outcome of your divine image covered head to toe in his babies, your mouth open and drooling into the pillow with gentle pants, you nearly sounded like you were purring

Kyojuro kept you tight his chest, wrapping your limbs together like pretzel dough and pulling your leg over his hip to keep his soft cock locked inside of you for warmth, but even without it your body burned from his simmering flesh, hot to the touch and practically steaming in the cold air of the room

He wasn’t so delusional as to expect your reaction tomorrow to be happy, in fact, he pretty much expected the opposite, quite positive that you’d freak out or try to escape, but he’d already planned ahead, having prepared a safe room for you to be kept in, heavily equipped with as many furnishings and comforts as there were tracking devices and sound proof barriers, the next room over was already set up as a nursery

He had hope you’d give in quickly with his good care, praying you’d see how perfect your life would be with him treating you as his goddess, after all you’d already had the time of your life tonight and you hadn’t even given him consent!

But he was willing to give you time either way, certain with himself that you were meant for each other, meant to spend the rest of your lives pleasing each other and creating life together

Kyojuro would spend every day to get your requited love, but, at the end of the day, it wouldn’t have stopped him from having you regardless

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#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba smut #kny #kny smut #rengoku #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x female reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer rengoku #kyojuro rengoku #rengoku kyōjurō #kyojurou rengoku #rengoku kny #rengoku kyojurou #kyojuro smut #kyojuro #kny kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #kyojurou #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kimetsu rengoku #yandere rengoku #smut

[somethingswift19]

Alt+Nerd= <3 Pope x (f) reader

| Warnings:

| Summary: The bubbly alt girl falls for Pope, the nerdy and serious guy.

| (a/n): I had a good reaction to the alt reader x obx so I wanted to continue that a little bit :) I'm so tired so if this is awful I apologize but I had fun writing it so that's really what counts right? Not proof read.

Leaning up against the lockers you watched as the whole pouge friend group walked past, sighing to yourself. Since freshman year you had had a thing for the smart one, Pope. He was so cute and serious and when he got all serious it made him even cuter and more adorable in your eyes. He was misunderstood and looked over a lot for John B and JJ. And even when he wasn't being looked over, he rarely noticed when girls hit on him. Green flags tbh.

But this brings you back to today...as you watched them all walk passed you knew you were probably not his type considering he was dating Kiara but a girl can dream. You had your black and blue hair straightened and pulled back into pigtails, neon green glasses, black cropped hoodie, skinny jeans, and orange nike airs on. "Hey! You ready for class?" your best friends voice snapped you out of your trance.

"Oh yeah, sorry," you shook your head and smiled before grabbing your bag and walking to AP biology. Tapping your pen on the desk, you day dreamed as the teacher went over the previous test. This was your favorite class but today you were just distracted. Before you knew it, the bell rang and you realized you hadn't taken a single note. Shit you thought. But that's when you had the idea... "Hey Pope!" you yelled after the boy as you ran to catch up to him.

"Uh...hi?" he looked at you confused. Honestly fair considering you have had probably two conversations with him in total. "What's up?"

"Oh, well...I kinda have a problem," you began. "Is there anyway you can go over the science notes from today with me? I didn't quite get all of it." Correction, I was staring at you like a total stalker for the entire class and wasn't paying any attention.

"Oh uh, yeah sure. Meet me at lunch and I'll give you my notes," Pope said as you nodded.

"Lucky I have the smartest guy in school in my class!" you responded cheerfully.

"Well technically Thomas Jennings is the number 1 in our class so he would be the smartest. I'm probably top five-" he rambled on before you cut him off.

"Pope," you stated. "Take the compliment and go with it. A cute girl is calling you smart."

As lunch rolled around, you met up with him and you copied down his notes from the day. "I like your glasses by the way." This snapped you out of you concentration.

"I'm sorry?" you asked not quite processing.

"Your glasses," he smiled. "They're cool. I like them."

"Oh," blushing hard core, you smiled. "Thank you!"

"Sorry if this is weird," he started, scratching the back of his neck. "You remind me of someone."

"Yeah? And who might that be?" you put your pen down and smiled. You were in the conversation now. Can't take this for granted.

"Abbey from NCIS," this time he came across as shy.

"Wait, no way! Thank you so much! I've always loved her and Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds. I think that's where my style comes from. But Oh my God Thank you!" you knew you were rambling but fuck it. "Wait you watch NCIS?"

"Oh yeah, I love that show," Pope chuckled at your enthusiasm. "I always wanted to be like Duckie. I want to be a coroner."

"That's so dope," you smiled. "I want to go into forensics."

"That's not people's usual reaction to that," he stated.

You could stare into his eyes all day, good God, "Hey, we should meet up at the wreck after school. I mean if you want."

"Yeah! My friends and I were already planning on meeting up there later," he started. "You can come with us."

"Ok! I would love that!," this time it was your turn to chuckle. "Maybe after we can have some alone time? Just the two of us?"

"Wait...what?" the quizzical look he had on his face was adorable.

"Here," you said grabbing his arm and writing your number down. "I've been flirting with you for the past half hour for the record." You winked at him and started grabbing your things.

"I-I'll text you," he called after you and JJ looked over at him giving him a thumbs up. You knew he was watching you leave as you walked out of the cafeteria.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip After Shool~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As soon as you got home, you got ready to meet up with the pouges and considering this was the first time, and you were hanging out with pope, you had to look decent. Deciding on ripped black skinny jeans and a blue halter top with David Bowie vans high tops, you threw your hair into a half up half down bun and put on some lashes. Your green glasses still adorning your face. Dabbing on some lip gloss, you took one final look at yourself in the mirror before heading out.

Pope's friends were really nice and very chill honestly! Kiara was standoffish at first but quickly warmed up. And you learned Sarah Cameron was nothing like you expected! "So Ms. (Y/n)," JJ exclaimed throwing his arm over your shoulder. "Pope has told us a lot about you." Pope was signaling for him to shut the fuck up but that's not what JJ does.

"Has he now?" you giggled looking over at him.

"I wouldn't say a alot..." Pope was trying to hide his face now.

"Really?" JJ began. "So she isn't the cool, colored hair girl who is the only person who is better in science than you?"

"And she isn't the sweet and talkative girl who reminds you of...what's that show again?" Kiara chimed in laughing and using hand motions.

"Ok, ok, leave him alone," John B very kindly said. "And the show is NCIS."

"That's right!" everyone exclaimed at once embarrassing him and making you laugh and look at him sweetly.

"So exactly how smart are you to be better at Pope in something?" Sarah asked putting a french fry in her mouth.

"Oh, um," you were blushing now from the attention. "I'm just freakishly good at science. He's still smarter than I am." He smiled and shook his head at you. After a couple hours the two of you snuck off, but not without whistles from the others. Walking down to the shoreline, having your feet touch the water as you looked at the shells and things washing up. "Thank you for inviting me to hang out with you and your friends."

"Oh, it's no problem," he stated. "Thanks for writing your number on my arm. JJ was proud." This caused you to chuckle a little bit.

"Earlier you said I wasn't what you expected," you said softly. "You aren't what I expected either."

This time his facial expression was nervous as he snapped his head to look at you, "In a good way or a bad way?"

Smiling widely up at him, "In the best way."

"(Y/n)?"

"Pope?"

"Do I have permission to kiss you?" he asked slightly awkwardly.

"Always," you responded sweetly. As your lips met, it was everything you had dreamed of. His hand came to rest on your face gently as he pulled you in closer causing you to throw your arms around his neck. The nerdy guy kissing the goth girl in the moonlight? How many cliches can you guys check off at once? But none the less, this was the perfect night.

#obx #john b routledge #jj maybank #rafe cameron #outer banks #obx fanfiction #kiara carrera #pope heyward #pope x reader #pope heyward x reader #pope obx x reader #pope obx fanfiction #obx imagine #obx fanfic #obx fic #pope x y/n

[softspiderling]

get like me | j.h.s.

summary: “What’s a pretty boy like him going to do for you hm?” You clenched your teeth at his words. The way he talked about Jake like he wasn’t there just didn’t sit right with you. Jake wrapped his arm around your waist, calming you down slightly. or, the one where you defend Jake's honor

pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x reader

warnings: cursing, mentions of violence and a bloody nose

word count: 2,8k

author’s note: this idea came to me in a dream also inspired by that one tik tok trend "talk to me, I talk back", hope you like it and feel free to leave so many comments, or reblog with a simple AHHH! I also wanted to add, that I think it's so funny, that I called it a chaotic hangman fic and everyone and their mother decided it's hangman who's chaotic in this, but instead it's the reader and hangman is just, a very very good boyfriend lmao. BUT I don't want to spoil you in anyway, so happy reading!!

The sun has set quite a while ago and your housewarming party has dwindled to an end. Most of your guests had already left at an appropriate time, and the only people left were the usual ragtag group, seated around the coffee table. Everyone was having their own conversation, but you paused when you heard Callie speak.

“What did you just say?”

“I was talking about my birthday party in two weeks. I’ll probably just do like, a small get together,” Callie said with a shrug and you protested, shaking your head so vehemently that the others grew concerned for you. 

“No. Nope, no way. I am not letting you celebrate your 30th birthday party with a “small get together”,” you argued, quoting the air. “We are going out!”

“Sweets, maybe you should let Halo decide for herself what she wants to do, it is her birthday after all,” Jake interjected and you only clamp his mouth shut with your hand. 

“Callie, Callie, hey Callie, listen to me,” you called her, snapping your fingers at her. 

You realized that you were being a tad obnoxious, but they were used to it. You tended to act like a five year old on a sugar high when you got excited. Jake merely watched in exasperation, with a smile on his face.

“I am listening,” Callie snorted, pushing your hand down gently. 

“What if I told you I could get us in FLUXX?”

Callie’s eyes widened and even some of the guys suddenly seemed interested. You knew this was going to be a cake walk.

“My birthday is in two weeks. If we get on the list, and that’s a big if, their tables have been booked out for at least a month,” Callie pointed out, but you only shrugged with your shoulders. 

“But I am tight with the owner.”

That set of a stream of shouts by everyone.

“Are you serious?”

“I am going to get so drunk.”

“Their DJ always plays dope music, I’ve been wanting to go there for ages!”

“Isn’t that where DiCaprio always goes?”

“I heard that they play their music so loud you can feel it in your chest.”

“Okay, okay, so I guess it’s settled? We’re going to FLUXX for Callie’s birthday?” you asked, before everyone got carried away and the answer was a resounding yes. 

“I do have one condition though,” Callie interjected, and everyone looked at her. “I want to set the dress-code. No jeans,” she said, pointing at Natasha, who only rolled her eyes. “No Hawaiian shirts,” Callie looked pointedly at Rooster, “And no tooth-picks.”

“Aw, come on!” Jake complained, leaning his arms on your shoulders gently. “Tooth-picks are what make my outfits.”

“Birthday girl said no tooth-picks babe, you’ll survive one night,” you needled him, patting his hand consolingly.

“It’s not even her birthday yet,” Jake grumbled under his breath.

///

Two weeks later, you were standing in front of the doors of FLUXX, and when the bouncer undid the velvet rope to let you inside, it felt like stepping into another universe: the music was loud, the lights were bouncing everywhere and there were so many people on the dance floor, it looked like it was just one big mass. The hostess led you to your table and everyone fell into the booth. 

“Alright, let’s go dance,” you said, clapping into your hands but Jake whined, looking up at you. 

“We just sat down,” he pouted, leaning back on the leather couch. “How about we order some drinks first?”

“Oooh, yes, I want one of those sparkly vodka buckets,” Javy said, his eyes glowing as he eyed the table across from you. 

“We literally just pregamed at Rooster’s place,” Natasha pointed out, bouncing on her heels and you linked your arm with hers.

“Fine, you boys can order more drinks, we’re going to dance,” you said, grabbing Callie as well. 

“Be careful!” Jake called after you and you merely threw a love you over your shoulder, dragging Natasha and Callie to the dancefloor. 

It took you a while to weasel your way into the middle of the dance floor, but when you finally managed to find a good spot, you pulled Natasha and Callie close, jumping up and down. It was packed and really really hot, but the smile you all were wearing made it worth it. You knew how exhausting their jobs were and a good night filled with dancing and music was really all they needed to let loose a bit. They all deserved it, especially Callie.

The three of you spent the next half hour or so just dancing around with no exhibitions, trying to get the DJ to play your favorite songs and just acting like complete fools. 

“I think it’s time to do some more shots!” you yelled as the DJ started playing another remix of Despacito.

“I am not doing anymore shots,” Callie said vehemently, but you only shook your head, grabbing her by the shoulders, shaking her.

“You are so doing more shots,” you yelled at her. “It’s your birthday, you can’t be anything less than happy drunk.”

“Yeah, I can definitely remember you promising me to do a tequila shot!” Natasha added and Callie groaned, tipping her head back. 

“Then I definitely need to pee before.”

“I’ll come with.”

“I’ll get the shots!”

Callie and Natasha disappeared into the crowd, while you made your way to the bar, which proved to be way harder than it seemed, but you weren’t surprised. 

“Hey, can I get 12 tequila shots?” 

The bartender gave you a wide eyed look and you waved her off. “Just get me a bottle of tequila with some salt and lime, I am at table 14.”

She gave you a thumbs up and disappeared around back to prepare your order. You stood by the bar, bouncing your head to the music, your fingertips tapping against the counter. When someone came up on the bar next to you, dangerously close, you assumed it was to get the bartender’s attention, however when they suddenly leaned their face into your personal space, you started to get uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry, can I help you?”

“An entire bottle of Tequila, hm? What’s the occasion?” A man asked you and you gave him a tight smile, taking a few steps back. 

“My friend is celebrating her birthday.”

He pursed lips in a smile. “Birthday, huh? Sounds fun. I’m Ethan. Any way I could join you?”

“Sorry,” you said, smiling gratefully at the bartender who returned, accepting the Tequila bottle with the bucket of lime slices with the salt shaker and some shot glasses. “It’s friends only.”

With that, you turned your back to him and headed back to your table, shuddering at the encounter. As you arrived at the table, the others cheered at the sight of you, Jake however immediately caught the pinch in your brow. 

“You okay?” he asked, wrapping his arms around you as you dropped in his lap, pushing the Tequila bottle on the table, lining up the shot glasses. 

“Yeah, there was just a creep at the bar. I’m fine, though.”

“Alright, Tequila shots!” Natasha cheered when she returned from the bathroom with Callie in tow, who only looked at the bottle of Tequila with a look of regret. As everyone prepared their salt lines and lime slices, Bradley raised his glass. 

“To Halo. And Y/N for planning this insane birthday party.”

“To Callie!” you whooped and licked the salt, before downing the tequila shot, sucking on the lime afterwards. 

“Still not a fan of tequila shots,” Callie choked, setting the glass down on the table, the birthday crown crooked on her head. “Let’s get back to the dance floor! We didn’t come here to shmooze. And I want everyone shaking their butts!”

With that, the ones who went willingly, dragged the unwilling ones to the dance floor. Even though Jake was digging his heels into the floor, you knew that he was hiding all of his sweet dance moves, not wanting to make a fool out of himself in front of his teammates. At first, Callie walked around in circles, trying to get everyone to dance, but eventually everyone started dancing, even Neil and Brigham.

You didn’t see the team letting loose nearly enough, and watching Jake with his friends dancing like there was no tomorrow, really proved how FLUXX was the best idea for Callie’s birthday. Soon, everyone was cheering Callie on while she completely went insane in your dance circle. 

“That tequila shot really gave her the last push over the edge!” you yelled over to Natasha and she doubled down in laughter before joining Callie in the circle. 

“Hey, you wanna get some air?” Jake whispered in your ear and you nodded, tapping Javy on the shoulder to let him know you’d be outside, before the two of you headed to the outdoor area of FLUXX. 

While it was still warm outside, the air was much clearer and fresh, and you hadn’t even realized how stuffy it was inside. Inhaling deeply, you leaned against the wall, Jake’s hands finding your waist. You looked up at him, grinning. 

“I know you don’t really like to go out clubbing, but it looks like you’ve been enjoying yourself so far.”

“I am. We don’t really go out clubbing as a squadron, it’s nice. It also helps that you’re not the most chaotic one in there.” 

“Oh shut up,” you laughed, swatting his chestly lightly and he only smirked at you, before he leaned down to give you a kiss. He usually didn’t like kissing in public, with him working in the Navy and all and wanting to keep his private life as private as possible, but with all the drinks he’s had, it seemed like he didn’t care. You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck, his arms splayed across your lower back. After a while, you pulled away, knowing if you continued, you’d do a lot more than kiss. 

“How about we end this party a bit earlier and catch a ride home?” Jake asked lowly and you snorted, shaking your head at him. 

“I am not ditching Callie’s birthday party so we can have sex,” you said with a roll of your eyes, amused. 

“It was worth a try,” Jake sighed, winking at you before lacing his hand with yours. “Come on, let’s head back inside.”

The two of you walked back inside, snaking your way through the crowd, when you caught sight of Javy and Logan at the bar, trying to wave down the bartender unsuccessfully. Seeing you and Jake, Javy flailed his hands, trying to get Jake to come over.

“I’ll-,”Jake said, and you nodded. “Do you need anything?”

“A water would be nice at this point.”

“Smart girl.”

With a peck on your lips, he made his way over to the bar while you returned to your table, where Natasha and Callie were already pouring a new line of Tequila shots,  Bob, Billy and Neil only watching in horror.

“Oh hey, you’re back! We’re doing another round of Tequila shots, you in?”

Bob shook his head at you behind Natasha’s back, but you only sighed, shrugging with your shoulders. 

“Fine, count me in.”

Natasha poured another shot of Tequila, and you handed the lime slices around, when someone walked up to the table and you grimaced. 

“I see you’re doing Tequila shots, any chance I can do a body shot off of you?”

God, men really didn’t know how to take a hint, did they? The guy from the bar, Ethan, stood at your table with two other guys behind him. Everyone exchanged glances and Natasha only pulled a face at the guy, as he obliviously leered at you. 

“No way in hell.”

“Aw, come on baby,” Ethan laughed, stepping closer and you only frowned at him. 

“Back off man, she has a boyfriend.”

“Oh do you?” he said, completely ignoring Natasha. “Well then, I guess I wouldn’t mind some girl on girl action.

What the hell?

You gave Natasha and Callie a look, who looked seconds away from punching the jerk in the face, as the guys only watched, not knowing if or when they should cut in. The tension ebbed slightly when Jake returned with Javy and Logan in tow, looking around with furrowed brows.

“Everything okay?” Jake asked, handing you the water bottle. 

“Yeah, these guys were just leaving,” you said with a smile, leaning into him.

“That your boyfriend?” Ethan asked, looking Jake up and down, Jake merely raised a brow at him. 

“You got a problem with that?”

“What’s a pretty boy like him going to do for you hm?”

You clenched your teeth at his words. The way Ethan talked about Jake like he wasn’t there just didn’t sit right with you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, calming you down slightly.

“I think you should leave, buddy,” Javy said, stepping in as well but Ethan only raised his hands, laughing slightly. 

“I think the lady should maybe spend some time with me, she’ll see that’d give her a much better time than blondie over there.”

It was obvious that the guy was itching for a fight, trying goad Jake into punching him, but Jake never was that kind of man who’d get physical, he’d rather taunt people with words. You, on the other hand, liked to punch people, especially assholes. 

So that was what you did.

Jake was just a second too late to hold you back, and your fist connected with Ethan’s nose, it crunched satisfyingly and he stumbled back into his friends, not having expected the punch. Callie’s jaw dropped and Natasha only snorted, while Jake grabbed you by the waist before you could swing out another time, holding you in place.

“Holy shit!” Reuben exclaimed, and you hadn’t even seen him come back to the table with the others.

“Bitch!” Ethan cursed, holding onto his bloody nose. He lunged forward, but his friends pulled him back, knowing that they couldn’t win a fight against so many people. They muttered between themselves, throwing dirty glances in your direction, before dragging Ethan away, while you only yelled after them. 

“Come back for another taste if you dare!”

Everyone was stunned and Jake bit back a laugh, his grip still tight on you as if he expected you to go after them.

“I think it’s time to go.”

///

It was around noon when you woke up, someone repeatedly slapping your face. Groaning, your eyes fluttered open. Callie was pressed into your side, her hand on your cheek while Natasha was snoring on the other side. You couldn’t quite remember how you got into… Bradley’s bedroom? But you did remember punching that dick in the face, rubbing your sore hand with a grin. 

“Hey guys, wake up. We should make sure that the others are still alive,” you muttered, shoving the other women, only getting whines in response. Dragging them both out of bed, you headed to the living room where the guys had camped out last night, barely awake. 

“Thanks for giving us the bed, Bradley,” you mumbled, squeezing in between him and Jake on the pull-out couch, while Natasha and Callie rolled onto the air mattress, squishing Neil and Brigham.

“As long as you guys didn’t desecrate it with vomit, no problem,” he muttered, burying his face into the pillow. Jake wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss on your head. 

“You sleep okay?”

Nodding, you closed your eyes, laying your head on his chest. “Thanks for tucking me in.”

“Did I imagine things or did Y/N really deck a guy at FLUXX last night?” Billy asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. As everyone started recalling last night's memory, you only rolled your eyes.

"I completely forgot."

“That was awesome.”

“He deserved it,” you muttered and Callie grunted in response. 

“He did. God, what a vile pig.”

Jake rolled his eyes, rubbing your back. “I really can’t take you anywhere, can I?”

“Well, someone had to defend your honor. It wasn’t like you were going to do anything. And I know for a fact that Javy was seconds away from punching him, too.”

“She’s right.”

“You shouldn’t have held her back, Hangman,” Bradley piped in, his face still in the cushions, before turning to look at you. “I wasn’t even there from the beginning, but you definitely should’ve gotten more punches in.”

“Stop enabling her!”

“Please stop yelling,” Logan groaned, pulling the blanket over his head. That seemed to be waking Bradley up, as he pushed his own blankets off, throwing his legs off the couch. 

“Alright, let’s get up, time for breakfast!”

That started a round of scuffle, trying to get everyone to get up while Jake pulled you close once more, kissing your cheek. 

“I’m sorry. I know you don’t like violence, but that guy really pissed me off,” you said quietly and Jake only hummed, combing through your hair with his fingers.

“It’s okay. I like that you’re able to stand up for yourself. And for me, for that matter.”

“It was nice, to be honest. He was so out of line, I hate it when people talk badly about me or you, it just makes me so angry,” you muttered.

“Well, thank you for defending my honor,” Jake chuckled. “You’re my knight in shining armor.”

author's note: 10 points to everyone who can guess who says what when everyone starts talking at once when reader reveals she knows the owner of FLUXX

🏷️list: @luckyladycreator2 // @littlebadariell

people who I think might like this: @obiwankenobiskenobis-lap // @novagreen04

#reader is like #tf are gender norms #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin fanfiction #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin fanfic #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin imagine

[guardian5tiger3]

PICK A GIF

Tarot & intuitive messages from spirit.

What did /do your dream(s) mean? .

Options

1.

2. 3.

Option 1

So your dreams come off pretty fantasy like , not as based in this reality and it's probably just cause that's what you're soul is craving right now. That's super dope. I thought of dragon tales that old kids show for some reason but I can see how for someone that energy matches. So you really look at dreaming time as an opportunity to be free. But I think whatever goes on in your dreams it is real dimensions you're in. I see you seriously visiting aliens and people you want to see in your waking hours. You might fight some people sometimes. All of this just seems like you're doing things that you desire to do when you're awake so you're kind of just being more free and adventurous when you are in the sleeping state. If any of you are having nightmares it is symbolic of something you're trying to resist. But I'm not even sure if you guys remember your dreams or the ones I just read about lol. Super dope though. Like really .aliens. Damn.

Option 2

Okay the energy I'm getting so far is kind of off...you guys if the dreams are bad or good are doing a lot of healing work in your dreams ,mostly for yourself. You guys really seem like you're having nightmares or just offputting dreams like weird or creepy almost. But a lot of this is sort of like a blessing in disguise cause somehow you're using it to your advantage to heal , like I said. I think your subconscious mind uses your dreams to confront fears so it's easier on you whatever you may be scared of in your waking reality.

It seems like you guys are healers and or super deep individuals and I think the dreams you're having are making you feel significantly better and come off that way to others because of the healing you're doing in your sleep. ⭐awesome you guys. Proud of y'all.💗

Option 3

At the end of this guess what song came on the radio‼️dream on by Aerosmith. Please go listen to it.

Seems like you're dreaming of things that are helping you cope with your reality when you're awake. You might be dreaming of someone you know in this reality. It kind of seems like a crush of yours for some of you I'm sure it is or it is a desirable version of someone that was or is in your life. I'm being guided to suggest that you guys look into other readings you guys also feel free to request one from me you can message me if you want or you can also make an ask anonymous . I think spirit wants to tell you a lot bout other subjects. Spirit loves you guys so much it seems like some of you are really fighting and the song that just came on I'm just getting that they really want you to go within your heart and soul because that's where your paradise lies and I can't even explain this energy almost but it reminds me of my younger self. Not that much younger like me my whole life and I just had a breakthrough onto better things about a year ago. You are a sweet beautiful warrior soul and you don't have any clue how loved you are. I'm getting teary eyed. You guys seriously message me and I will give you a reading any one you want or general.

This isn't gonna resonate with everybody , but the next song that came on the radio is called heart and soul by t'pau.

One love 💛

#free tarot readings #pac reading #pick a card reading #pac #pac tarot #pick a card #pick a picture #pick a pile #tarot pac #tarot reading #tarot free reading #free tarot #spirit message #intuitive messages #psychic messages #channeled message #message for the collective

[charmedreincarnation]

My experience with my waiting room 🌌🌌

What is a waiting room

Firstly, A waiting room is simpily just another reality within realities where individuals can transition between two different states of being. There are many variations of waiting rooms, but they all serve the same purpose – to bridge the gap between different realities. Personally for me as a permeant shifter, I will eventually make my current waiting room my new point of origin. That just basically means instead of going to heaven or coming back here after “death” or whatever I just go to my waiting room when I’m done with lives. But you can use it however you want, that’s just how I use mine. Or at least I will in the future. A lot of people use it to rest, learn, take mental breaks from various realities and etc :)! You can cater it to you however you like just as you would any other reality because that’s literally what it is.

My first shift to my waiting room

My first ever shift which I had no intentions of going to, was a waiting room of sort. I remember it was winter and I was balls deep into my seasonal depression and I was having a horrible time at work. I literally just wanted to die and I remember using a meditation to calm my crying down, and after a while I forgot about my emotions. I just asked the universe to show me anything atp to prove to me I’m not wasting my time with shifting and it does get better. After a while instead of hearing SpongeBob in the background I heard waves instead. I don’t know where the hell I was but it wasn’t my house anymore. I woke up at a beach, and I immediately knew it wasn’t a dream because I felt the warm sand on my body and when I got into the water, I felt the splash of my feet and saw my reflection clearly. Honestly I was experiencing vivid tranquility so I didn’t really care where I was. I just wasn’t sad or tired anymore. I ended up falling asleep on the beach for what felt like I couple of hours but before I did I just hoped I didn’t have to go to work the next day. Anyways I woke up back in this reality and well work got cancelled because of the weather even though it was not in the forecast. I don’t know if it was a random waiting room reality, or a wish void state of sort, but that was my first real out of body experience.

Anyways that’s not my real waiting room…

I became friends (online)with a sound engineer who got into shifting and wanted to use me as a test subject for a fool proof shifting subliminal using science and experiments. Well it obviously worked and I shifted to a real waiting room with intention! It was my first actual shift that I intended, and I was super happy. I spent a whole day there basically just exploring all my options. Switching the aesthetics of my waiting room like a phone case or something lol. I added various amenities, experimented spawning in people and various animals etc etc. after I came back I still had no idea what I wanted my waiting room to look like but I made this a problem for later tbh. It was a very enriching experience regardless :)

Here are the links to the subs btw sub 1, sub 2. you can also explore all the other subliminals he created, as he has a bunch !

after sometime I ended up meeting some super dope people who are all probably my twin flames and we have a group waiting room now. This makes more sense because it wasn’t the waiting room was that was the problem, I just don’t want to be alone and I love people! Plus I will spend a while in my wr and use it for essentially eternity so I’m glad I figured out my problem and filled it with awesome fulfilling people :)!

Anyways I know this wasn’t very long, vivid, or specific but I don’t spend much time in wrs as of now ..and very much use this reality as my break between realities. But if you have any more specific questions my asks are ofc open 💗

#law of assumption #manifesation #void state #manifesting #law of attraction #reality shifting #shifting #shiftblr

[morallyinept]

Shoot: Flaunt Magazine, Nov 2016, Article

Photographer: Dani Brubaker

Interviewer: Jon-Barrett Ingels

Grooming: KC Fee

Full interview, behind the scenes, outtakes & shoot photographs below. 👇🏻

Jett's Pedro's Shoots Masterlist

• Original images used in the magazine, including outtakes

• Full interview

Pedro and I drank coffee (he had tea) at a posh coffee shop in West Hollywood. I was slightly intimidated before we met because Pedro was in everything at the time. He was warm and charming and we had an Orange County connection.

Having played Oberyn Martell on Game of Thrones and Javier Peña on Narcos, I figured the Chilean-born Pedro Pascal must be dripping with swagger. But sitting in an ultra-hip WeHo coffee shop watching actors and models sip boxed water, I start to question my assumptions when an unassuming, doped up (recovering from a root canal), apologetic (he had a cold and urged me to wash my hands), and injured (possible herniated disk) Pedro Pascal walks in.

It makes sense that he is out of sorts - life has been nonstop for the last few years. 

“I had 36 hours in Los Angeles before I went from Colombia to Beijing for nearly five months (shooting The Great Wall with Matt Damon), and then I went to do the second season (of Narcos]) and then there was overlap between the second season and Kingsman 2 (Kingsman: The Golden Circle with Colin Firth), which was in London.”

He told me the back injury probably originated on Game of Thrones. 

“If you aren’t completely physically lame, they want you to do your own stunts. Whether it ends up on film or not, you’re gonna at least try. And they’re gonna film it. And you’re gonna fly off the wall. And they’re gonna put you in the harness. And you’re gonna do the flips. And of course these are all new big jobs for me so I am saying ‘yes’ to everything and it is fun at first and then it’s like, ‘Oh, I’m going to break.’

Pascal came to the States at a young age when his parents sought political asylum - a drastic transition from Pinochet’s dictatorship in Chile to the Californian suburban landscape of the late ‘70s. 

“It’s really strange to me when I think about it in retrospect because, as a kid, that’s what was normal to me: completely unsupervised childhood with socialist political refugees. My dad was a doctor and he loved movies. He would take us to movies and we would watch loads of TV together as a family. That became my primary socialization, and the cliché of my wanting to be in movies from childhood.”

Pascal started his studies as a self-proclaimed “drama nerd” at Orange County School of the Arts where he was classmates with Dante Basco (Rufio, for everyone over 30). 

“When I moved to Orange County, I didn’t fit into the Newport Beach crowd and I didn’t have friends for a while so my consumption of movies became more sophisticated and more gracious. I started renting classics and I started reading plays so when I started at OCSA, I already had a head start because I had read so much.”

Having moved to New York to continue his studies, Pascal began auditioning after college, waiting tables in-between small parts in plays, TV shows, and independent films. His paradigm shift happened when he was cast as Oberyn Martell on Game of Thrones, quickly becoming a fan favorite on one of the most popular shows on television.

“I knew early on that Thrones was a game changer. My primary concern was just to service it and not fuck it up. Only because I watch it - I’m such a viewer. It initially really pissed me off because it was a part that I didn’t think that I would get. It was absolutely clear to me that those parts are rare. I remember when getting a guest spot on Law & Order felt like it changed my life at the time. The idea of being employed changes your life in this kind of work. It may never happen, but it can happen any time.”

Looking into the vast future of his career, Pascal mused on what opportunities he dreams of. 

“I don’t know what a dream job is, honestly. I know what a dream experience is. Maybe, coming to certain kinds of work a little later in life makes you care a little more about the experience than the actual job. The idea of getting to work with friends or doing something that I have a really good time doing, that’s the dream job. I’m not trying to be noble in my answer at all. I mean it. I really do.”

With that, Pedro Pascal flashes a smile, shakes my hand, and says goodbye, before first reminding me to wash my hands­ - the man is, after all, sick. 

Jett's Pedro's Shoots Masterlist

#pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #pedro pascal shoots #pedro pascal interview #pedro pascal photoshoot #pedro pascal flaunt magazine

[trashlama]

Braaahhhzzzz guess what. Thanks to @yanteetle and their reblogging they've introduced me to a fabulous tumbler page @somerandomdudelmao . Their stuff is so fuckin' beautiful.

Legit initially I was just looking at the Sea verse! Rottmnt AU fanart @yanteetle had reblogged thinking how it would be dope to mix the concept with Bioshock or a Deiselpunk, Steampunk, Cyberpunk style to it. Make it a little yandere fic or somethin' anyways—

I got curious what their other stuff looked like and braahhzzzz— their shit was radical.

I really dig their art. The blog gave me waaayy too many ideas for some possible future turtle fics! Phenomenal stuff! Like with Yanteetle, I just love how unique but, still rottmnt styled their art is. The comics from Cass(@somerandomdudelmao ) are great too! The dialogue is spot on with their comics 👌 and although some may be a bit messy, I don't care. I think as Tony the Tiger says "They're great!".

I know the likelihood of it happening is slim buuuuttt— I'd die happily if I could see a collab between @yanteetle and Cass(@somerandomdudelmao ). I just have a great feeling if we got a collab between these two shit would be ✨magical✨.

Probably won't happen but, a girl 'otta have dreams.

Anyways— I know I've been repeating myself but, you guys seriously need to check this blog out. It's worth seeing it yourself.

Sorry about all the blabbering, I hope you guys have a great day!

Here's some memes I came across while at work.

Sorry this is long↓

I don't own these memes. I've never claimed to do so. I just come across them on Pinterest when I'm on break at work and think they're funny so I like to share them. If I mistakenly put one on here that I shouldn't have please let me know! I like to respect people's wishes. And if you could add the creator names too that would be great so the same mistake isn't made twice. Sorry for the inconvenience that my sharing may cause. I hope you have a good day.

#im a simp #yandere #male yandere #yandere tmnt #yandere rottmnt #rottmnt #yandere x reader #male yandere x reader #fanart #blog recommendations #teets blockables #i love these two #i love these designs #rise of the tmnt #tmnt fandom #rise of the teeange mutant ninja turtles #yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #just roll with it #idk what else to tag #lol i suck #trash's recs #yandere tmnt x reader #tmnt fanart #not my stuff #just recommending it #yeahyeahyeah #I make all the reagular show references #no one can take me alive

[cinamun]

The Dream

Now that the evening reblogs are out of the way, I promised @citylighten a little bit of a deep dive into Hope's Dream, why I triggered it, why I was apprehensive about it (sprinkled with a little writer's insecurity) and what I was hoping to accomplish;

Shall we?

TLDR; the dream symbolized Elliot's hopes for the future and Hope's way of saving Elliot.

I posted the reminder to filter your tags last night because I would be depicted a deceased body which of course is a trigger (fun fact: the reason there was never any blood is because it was already emotionally charged and sometimes that's worse than blood and gore, plus blood nauseates me). We are literally still in the first day home after a two week hospital stay and Hope is coming back into a very harsh reality. What I am attempting to do is unroll that reality as realistically as I think I can.

Don't mean to get mushy on main, but I was apprehensive about that post. Insecure about it even. My reasoning is, its not an easy subject to tackle and when you're writing something visual it has even more of an impact. Honestly, sometimes I think I take things too far. But the way my brain works, it *had* to be a nightmare and it *had* to be vivid. So the apprehension was like "Damn Cin, maybe that was *too* much". But I posted anyway because I believed in it. Believe it or not, that post came together over the course of the night last night with a ton of ice water, some turkey jerkey and a dope ass playlist... I digress

I figured that the wedding attire and location may throw people off and it did. The preset I used was super white with a dark sky (silent hill preset). It had to look like a dream. White symbolizes innocence and purity in western society. Hope's subconscious mind was showing her what Elliot wanted. Them to be married. It should have been him. They have the history. In the dream he's squeezing her hand, he's afraid. He's quite literally dead. He asks what happened as if he doesn't understand. So she's stuck with telling him, in all white, walking down the aisle. And then the next thing we know he's limp on the ground. Another angle is Hope's subconscious mind showing her what would have saved him; them staying together and marrying.

So this is super long already but I wanted to at least give some background as to where I was going there. I understand that some have had to back away from the story for awhile and I support that wholeheartedly (folks unfollowed and blocked me when Darren was abusive toward Indya, even more did after she married him because to some, abusers can't change). Up until last week it was a beautiful story of a beautiful romance, a beautiful wedding and a beautiful honeymoon and then the whiplash upon return was a lot to handle.

I get it.

FUCK its getting longer! It will be dark until it gets light and I don't have a timeline on that at the moment. Thanks for reading this far.

#story stuff #extremely long post #sorry #into the mind of a mad woman

[rafesaddiction]

It's really not cheating when he's your enemy and gives you his sweater – Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader (Part 2.5)

See here for part 1 and part 2

Summary: You're at a kegger by the beach. Rafe is there too. You want to avoid him – as if that ever worked.

Concept: enemies, “I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater“

Warnings: mdni! – this has no actual smut, but mentions of sex, some sexual tension, but it's basically fluff, (sorta) cheating (reader cheats on boyfriend), nice!rafe, but also mean!rafe, he's quite insufferable, but in a hot way.

Word count: 1.2k

a/n: Just something short and very light I wanted to get out today, for obvious reasons. I still need to write that real part 3, but I'm tagging those who asked for it here. I hope you're not disappointed. The real part 3 will come, eventually. @dope-trope-105 @fabienne6656 @missd3vil @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @ghostlycrystobalove @alyisdead @luvagirlsworld @carlasiilz @noodle81937 @baby19sthings @daydreamerblues @rafesthroatbaby @marauderssmut @samosas0900 @niyahwhoreworld @neyetams @lassie-bird @bea-drew-starkey @dream-pink @daivny @eventualoptimism (some of you I'm not able to tag, sorry)

Great. He was here too. Rafe Cameron was standing over by the bonfire with his entourage, red cup in his hand. Looking at you. And you glared back at him. He lifted the cup to his mouth, so you couldn't see whether he was grinning. But you were sure he was grinning. That smug bastard.

You grumbled, turned on your heels and walked off in another direction, away from the fire, away from him.

You felt goosebumps crawling down your neck, down your spine. He was probably watching you. You did not turn around. You shivered and you crossed your arms in front of your chest, rubbing your naked arms with your hands. It was kinda chilly and you were only wearing a light top. You had meant to stand by the bonfire to warm up, but that was out of the question now.

Because of him.

This night was supposed to be fun. Hanging out with your friends at the party. You needed a fun night, you deserved a fun night after such a shitty week. You'd been working double shifts and your boss was a creep. On top of that, things with your boyfriend weren't exactly fine at the moment. You had wanted to spend some time with him tonight. His best friend suggested going to the kegger. And here you were. Only your boyfriend and his best friend hadn't shown up. They were probably getting into trouble somewhere. As usual. You could still have fun. You didn't need them and you could just ignore Rafe Cameron. He would stay with the kooks while you could go to your friends. You'd seen some familiar faces. Yeah, you would enjoy yourself. But first, you needed something to drink.

You walked over to the keg and waited for the people in front of you to fill their cups. They took ages, because one of the guys was obviously trying to impress some girl with whatever stupid trick he meant to do. You rolled your eyes and were about to say something when you suddenly felt something touching your shoulders.

You froze. But you didn't really flinch when something soft touched your bare skin. With that touch came a scent. A dark scent. Something warm and familiar, you involuntarily closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, letting that scent fill your lungs.

You opened your eyes, tried to shake off that strange sensation and the hands – the strong hands – that were holding your shoulders.

You turned around and looked up at him. Rafe stood so close, you had to lift your chin up, otherwise you'd be just staring at his broad chest.

“What the hell?” You finally managed to speak. It wasn't much but your tone sure conveyed your anger.

He was unimpressed and a very fine smirk appeared on his lips.

“You looked like you were cold. You were shivering.”

“What?” You frowned and Rafe pointed at the jacket he had wrapped around your shoulders. His North Face jacket that felt warm and soft and smelled so strongly of him.

You felt heat rushing to your face.

He leaned closer, his eyelids half-closed as he looked at your chest, which rose and fell with your heavy breaths. Breathing was suddenly so hard, as if you were exhausted. You felt dizzy like something was numbing your senses, making your reflexes slow.

His hand touched your wrist, untangled your arms and helped you into the sleeves. And you just stood there, gazing at him. You were surely in some state of shock caused by his proximity – his scent, his touch.

He tugged the jacket close in front of you. You gasped as you felt that pull forward. Just in time you braced yourself with your hands against his chest. Your palms pressing against his shirt, you could feel his hard muscles beneath. Feel his body's heat.

You looked up from your hands and noticed his eyes move along your neck.

Your breathing hitched as you felt the lightest touch of his thumb brushing your collarbone.

A shiver made you tremble.

“See? You're freezing,” he said, in a low voice, leaning closer, so his face was next to yours, his lips grazing your ear.

“You know, it's only polite to say 'thank you' when someone gives you something…”

You frowned and pushed against his chest.

He didn't move.

But that low chuckle so close to your ear vibrated through your whole body. Made your knees weak, made your lips part, but made you unable to speak.

“You don't have to say it now.”

His fingertips touched the collar of the jacket, so close to your neck. You felt that tingling on your skin, even though he wasn't touching it.

“You can thank me later,” he continued in his low voice. “When you're wearing my jacket while you're riding my cock. Bouncing up and down. Screaming my name.”

The arrogance in his voice fueled your anger. And this time, when you pushed at his chest, you pushed so hard that he actually stumbled backwards.

Rafe stepped back, laughing in amusement while you glared at him furiously.

“Get the fuck away from me! Asshole!” Your hands balled into fists, your body tensing up. You were ready to fight him – that was what you told yourself, when you felt this intense sensation, this rush, this heat – this goddamn throbbing between your legs.

And he just winked and walked away. He actually walked away. And left you standing there. Wearing his jacket. Your hands clenched into fists, covered by the too long sleeves of his North Face jacket. Your heart was beating so fiercely. And your lips remained parted as you just stood there – when you suddenly became very aware of the fact that you weren't alone, that there were people around you who had witnessed whatever just happened.

But like seriously what the fuck had just happened?

Your hand was shaking, but not from the cold, when you took a cup to fill it with some beer. You were suddenly so damn thirsty.

“Ohmygod. Did Rafe Cameron just give her his sweater?”

You frowned as you turned to the group of girls standing close to you.

“I don't understand,” said another girl. They were kooks you could tell not just from the expensive clothes but also from the bitchy expressions they were wearing.

“Don’t you know what that means? He gave her his sweater and today's the third of December!”

You frowned. Then you remembered that stupid tiktok trend.

“It doesn't mean that!” They were taken aback when you spoke to them. You felt the need to clarify this – though you weren't even sure what it meant.

They kept on whispering and shooting you dismissive glances as they walked away.

“It's not even a sweater! It’s a jacket!”

A very cozy and warm jacket that smelled like him.

“Goddammit.”

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #obx #rafe x y/n #drew starkey #rafe cameron fluff #fluff fic #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron drabble #rafe x you #rafe obx

[tohjwcc]

Omg I had ANOTHER chaos theory dream!!!! Just last night! This time I was both IN it and I WATCHED it.

I dreamt that the real trailer came out, and I had lots of notifications from Tumblr that I didn't wanna open, cuz I had just seen that the trailer was released. So I went into Netflix, and searched "chaos theory", and I saw the trailer was right there. I got so excited, and clicked on it. I kind of saw a 'trailer' FOR the trailer, so I turned that off immediately, because I saw Kenji standing by a table talking to someone, and I saw what I think was Yaz and Sammy on a sitting thing behind him. I never saw their faces, cuz man I hate spoilers. But I did get so excited when I saw them (Kenji didn't look bad at all, y'all. He looked dope), but I went right into the full trailer.

I don't remember much what happened there. I think I saw Kenji again, and possibly Yaz and Sammy, all though they didn't rly look like themselves, but I did see it was them somehow. They were being their adorable selfs, though, so I ain't complaining nor wondering whether that was them or not, because I saw it was them. Just, how they were acting and how cute they are towards each other, it's impossible to miss it's them. Btw, here I was kind of in the dream. I was there, amongst them. That was cool lmao.

Then that dream was traded for another dream when I was walking in the desert with people I know irl, and we were doing tasks and stuff idk what that was tbh. But that is another story lol.

Man, I can't believe I've had TWO chaos theory dreams now! I ain't complaining, because I love them. Omg, another thing! I remember in the dream I kind of knew I was dreaming. So I freaking restarted the trailer like 5 times, because I knew I was dreaming it/imagining it. And then I woke up irl and wow 😭. I hope the real trailer releases soon, because I WANT IT.

#chaos theory #jurassic world chaos theory #jwct #ct #Rather this dream then some random dream i have no use for #I do love dreaming tho shdhshskak #but this is like a bonus #a bonus dream #I guess I've been good so they felt like they could reward me with a chaos theory dream #any dream with the camp fam is a rewarded dream

[princess-of-the-corner]

I'm writing a Wonderland arc in Kingdom Hearts - Destiny Vault, and I had an idea to include in the White Rabbit's house scene that I am presently on.

So, for setup, some worlds are closely tied to a River of Dreams, and the party is currently following the river's path to locate and access the Dream Pools on those worlds in order to unlock the Power of Waking. Some of these worlds, notably Neverland and Wonderland, are so closely tied to the River of Dreams (also called the Duat), that Dreamers may physically manifest in these worlds as they sleep, which Alice did for years after her first (waking) visit to Wonderland and before she moved there permanently.

So, my idea: In the book and 1951 movie, the White Rabbit mistook Alice for his maid Mary Ann, who never actually appeared (also no reference in the Tim Burton film). When that came to mind, I wondered if I ought to have her appear or ignore her, but then I thought of this: There is no maid, and "Mary Ann" is just what the White Rabbit calls Dreamers (girls, at least; maybe another name for the boy Dreamers) who stop by his house, and he gets them to help out around the house while they are there. The "Mary Ann" that appears in the scene I think the main characters could recognize from having manifested in Neverland and traveled with the Lost Boys the other day in the Neverland arc.

Oh dope!

[smalls-words]

Fulfil Your Oath pt. 4

Summary: Diana and you clash, but there's something underneath that Chief can see.

Pairings: Diana x Handmaiden!Reader, Steve x Diana, Reader x Wonder Men (yes, they are actually called that, it's dope).

Warnings: Nudity (Diana ;)), morning after (DxS), fighting (verbal and physical), hurtful words (Diana -> R), Ludendorff being pervy. Pls lmk if there's more!

A/N: This one hurt a bit to write.

Series Masterlist

*not my gif*

The morning sunrise was a stark contrast to the horrific nightmare you had.

Your mind was plagued with the man and woman again, this time with them in an underground bunker with a group of vague figures. They were cackling with laughter whilst your dream form shifted through the wooden door they’d locked, orange gas consuming the room with choking sounds coming from the shadows.

When you greeted the sunrise with nobody but Chief, you smiled as he began to pack his things up once more. “I have a question I need to ask you, Chief.” You said as you picked up his hatchet.

“Fire away.” He spoke after taking the hatchet and sat beside you on the edge of the fountain.

You looked at the small spurts of water as they bounced off of the ceramic surfaces, making their way down to the pool beneath. “You said I was connected to the earth. I have no clue of what you mean.”

He took your hand and quietly led you to the edge of the village, where the river met the sandbank. You sat down at his request and he pressed your hand against the earth. “Close your eyes and tell me what you feel.”

You gave him a frown of confusion before doing as asked. You tried, you really did, but you felt nothing, telling him so. He frowned this time, leading you to a barn where horse and cattle roamed.

“What do you feel?” He asked as he placed your hand against the horse’s hide.

You felt nothing.

“Chief, what are you expecting?” You took your hand back from him ever so gently.

“I thought… never mind it.” He shook his head.

You watched him walk back before you went back to your room to gather your sack, knocking on another door once finished. “Diana, we are leaving soon.” You spoke through the door.

A grumble came as your response, making you open the door easily and sigh. “My Princess, I know we are not on Themyscira but your sleep schedule needs to improve-”

You stopped talking as you spotted Diana and Steve in bed together. A gasp came from him and he quickly shuffled to cover himself, whilst Diana’s head lolled upwards as her squinted eyes looked at you.

Only to widen. “Y/N.”

You looked down as your heart crept back into its cage, a practised expression masking its desire. “I did not know you were accompanied. My apologies, my Princess.”

“Leave us.” She looked at Steve, who hastily put his clothes back on and packed up his sack, moving outside to have breakfast with the others.

Diana shuffled on the bed, the sheets covering her body as she made her way to its end. Her legs fell out from the sheets, bending with the crease of the mattress, before she took your wrist in her hand.

You wrenched it out of her grip.

“Get dressed. Have breakfast. Then we leave.” You stated monotonously.

You were about to open the door but Diana spun you around and pushed you against it, her hands against your hips. “No.” She growled.

You pushed her naked form off of you by her shoulders, causing her to tumble onto the bed. “No?” You chuckled sarcastically.

“Indeed. You are my handmaiden and you are to help me get dressed.” She smirked, holding out her hands as she looked towards her armour pieces on the floor.

“I think you forget, Diana - we’re not on Themyscira anymore.” You glared, storming out of the room.

You made your way back to the men downstairs, just as Steve finished his breakfast and another dish came out that was supposedly for Diana. However, you asked for them to make some more since you had forgotten your own, to which they happily obliged and began another plate.

You sat down, coat over your shoulders and armour against your skin as your thoughts raced within your mind. You were joined soon, however, by none other than the princess herself.

“I see you started before me.” She murmured.

You paid her no mind… initially.

“Just because we are not on Themyscira anymore, it does not mean you are no longer my handmaiden.” She grumbled, biting into the toast.

You shrugged. “Why not? I am no longer attached to you by law - I have no need to be in your presence. And I evidently have no place in your mind.” You mumbled through a mouthful.

The two of you locked eyes for a moment, neither of you registering Chief as he asked the bar for water. He looked at Diana first, wondering why she was not eating.

But when he looked at you, the thoughts in his mind clicked.

“What was that, handmaiden?” She questioned, placing her boots on top of yours.

You quickly pulled them out from underneath. “Nothing, princess.”

She scoffed at your behaviour as you took your plate to the kitchen staff, of whom you thanked for the delicious meal. You walked back past Diana and grabbed your weapons, attaching them to your armour.

“I’ll be outside when you’re done.” You murmured, leaving without even looking at her.

You painted a smile on your face as you were led by the bar owner to a horse, a base white coat with black spots surrounding her spine and hide. You gasped at her beautiful raven mane and dark eyes, letting her sniff your hand before leaning into it.

Your hand smoothed over the reins and the name Pepper stamped into the leather. “Pepper, huh? You certainly look like it.” You chuckled.

“Do you enjoy the company of horses?” Sameer’s voice made you turn to see him.

“I do. I left my own to come here, a beautiful mare at that.” You replied, kissing the cheek of the animal.

“What was her name?”

“Calliope.”

Sameer hummed. “If she is anything like the beauty of you, I have no doubt she is graceful.”

You chuckled at his antics before Steve walked towards you both, with Charlie and Chief whilst Diana stood at his side.

“I know I said this job was two days, and a deal’s a deal.” He stated gravely.

The men shared a silent glance before Chief spoke up. “You’d get lost without us.”

“Yeah. We all know Diana and Y/N are capable of taking care of themselves - I worry that it is you that won’t make it.” Sameer added.

“But there’s no more money.” Steve reminded them.

“We’ve been paid enough.” The linguist shrugged.

Charlie sighed. “Maybe you’re better off without me, yeah?” He looked away, not wanting to reveal the pricking tears.

“No, Charlie. Who will sing for us?” Diana cooed.

“Y/N would! She has the voice of an angel, one that you could never ignore.” He excused, but you chuckled whilst shaking your head.

“Charlie, my voice has no such power. Your spirit in your songs is what drives us all.” You smiled at him.

He nervously looked at you. “Would you let me? As an apology for…?” He made a gesture of a slap and you nodded with a bright smile.

“It is in the past, my friend. I recall no such thing.” You smirked, making the men laugh.

You climbed onto Pepper’s saddle and waited patiently for the men to lead, but Diana called her and she followed with a jerking pace. You huffed as Pepper strode half a length behind Diana so that she could feed her small apple pieces, all whilst Charlie sang at the back with the men.

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The misty forest matched the vague aura of the mission. The men happily chatted as the horses crunched over brush, crumbling brown or lively green did not matter, but Diana and you had made enough distance between the group to have your own conversation.

“Why are you frustrated with me?” She asked you, the reins in her hands loose.

“I never said I was.” You rebutted, observing the forest with incredible interest.

“Respice ad me. ...Sodes. (Look at me. ...Please.)”

You turned back to her, scanning her face. Her skin was crinkled nowhere, giving simple perfection in the smoothness. Her eyes were trained on you, their chocolate irises so focused they were unmoving.

“Why did you lay with Steve?” You asked, turning your head away from her again.

She sighed, looking forward. “I wanted to ask him what it felt like to dance with another. What it is supposed to feel like.”

“And what did he reply with? Some fable of heterosexual love?” You scoffed.

“No.”

You turned back to her, confused. “Then what?”

“We made love.” She shrugged.

You threw your head back in forced laughter. “You cannot seriously believe that, Diana!”

“I can because it happened!” She barked back.

You shook your head whilst chuckling sarcastically. “Clio would reprimand you, you know.”

“No she wouldn’t.”

“Really? The writer of the 12 volumes that we’ve both read, would not reprimand you for lying with a man outside of procreation?”

Diana rolled her eyes at you. “She would probably reprimand you, of all people.”

“I highly doubt it.” You chuckled.

“She would, because how have you not laid with a woman yet? Or even a man, because this world seems to be filled with them.” She threw her hands in the air.

“Honestly, it’s unnatural for you to be this age and have no experience.”

You stopped dead in your tracks with a gentle pull on Pepper’s reins. Since Diana carried on, she sighed in annoyance and turned back around. “Why did you… stop?” She trailed off as she saw tears pricking your eyes.

“I can’t believe you.” You murmured.

“What?”

“I said I can’t believe you!” You yelled, not caring that she jumped slightly at your volume.

“Oh come on, Y/N. Just hurry up so we can complete our mission.” She walked back to you and gently tugged on Pepper’s reins, but you kicked her hand away.

“Ow!” She cupped it with her other one.

“Do you really want to know why I haven’t lain with anyone?” You hissed.

“Please, enlighten me-”

“Because I am too busy with my stupid duties of looking after you! Every day since I was fourteen, I have been picking up after you. I bring you to and from training, I put you to sleep, I cook, I clean up even after your sexual escapades, I wait on you hand and foot and I am sick of it! You are the most selfish person I could have ever had the disgusting pleasure of meeting, and this putrid world has finally lifted the blind veil of desire from my eyes! I resign as your handmaiden!”

Your heaving chest held all of your anger in it, dispeling it with every puffing breath whilst Diana’s expression became neutral. “Fine. Go back to Veld, live the life of the poor and the weak. You wouldn’t last a day without me.”

You shook your head in dismay. “Arrogance will lead you nowhere, Diana.”

With the sound of a motor vehicle horn, the men trotted up to them. “What’s the hold-up?” Steve asked, confused as he looked between you two.

“Y/N has decided to not join us after all.” Diana huffed.

The men looked at you carefully, with Chief coming to your side. “What do you feel?”

You sniffled, rubbing your eyes. You looked down at your armour, armour made to match Diana. Everything you did was for her, to match with her, to say to the world that you were her property.

“I feel disgusting.” You seethed, looking at the turned princess.

“I feel used. I feel like a toy that’s been cast aside, never to be played with again. I feel like a cow that’s too grown for value but too old for meat. I feel… empty.”

Diana silently urged her horse into a gallop, your eyes following her form until the mist took her. Steve, Charlie and Sameer galloped after her, but Chief stayed with you.

He gently took your horse’s reins and led you forward. “If you feel you have no purpose with her, then why do you stay?”

“I have lived the entirety of my life by her side. My heart has become hers, my body too if she’d ever decided she wanted it. But she hasn’t. And yet, I stay. What is this stupid feeling?” You opened your hand into a claw and placed it over your chest.

“Sometimes I don’t want my heart. It yearns too greatly, loves too hard. It is a bad heart.”

“It seems like it works to me.” Chief shrugged, looking ahead before he sighed.

“If you do not find value in being Diana’s companion anymore, find value in other things. Help us save lives in this war, help the lives of those in need. Protect those who cannot protect themselves.”

You took a deep breath in and calmed yourself. “Okay. I can do that.”

Chief hopped off of his horse and tied the two of them to a log, watching you climb off of Pepper. You both snuck into the field full of cars before he found one and turned it to start, urging you to come quickly from a storage car.

You snatched a dress from the cart in the back and raced into the backseat, speedily dressing it beneath your coat before you sat down and let Steve sit next to you in his General uniform.

“Now, be quiet and follow my lead.” He murmured, nodding to the others.

You sat patiently next to Steve and hid your chuckles at Sameer’s successful attempt at getting you in, but the sight of chairs being placed on the lawn didn’t go unnoticed by you. You came to the front where Sameer dropped you off and you took Steve’s hand in your own, the two of you closer than you’d ever willingly want to be.

“I will find Maru, you will find Ludendorff.” He whispered in your ear as he pretended to kiss your cheek.

You found the man very easily, his General patch hard to miss. He gave you a domineering look and made his way over to you, but the look in his eyes was… odd.

“You look ravishing, my dear. Do you have a name that fits your beauty?” He smirked, offering his hand as the band in the corner swelled into their next song.

“Well what do you think it is?” You asked, a German accent melding into your speech.

“Hmm… It must be along the lines of beauty. Adona? Callista? Venus, perhaps?”

You smirked. “First try. My, you are good.”

He grinned. “It is a part of my General enlistment.”

You danced with him for a moment before a dress of royal blue wrapped around a Themysciran princess caught your eye. You instantly looked down at yourself, chuckling to avoid awkwardness. “May I fetch you a drink, General?”

He smiled. “I think that would be best, considering I need something to toast with soon.”

You left him for a moment before a hand fell to your waist, which you immediately slapped away. You glared at Diana and her perfect updo, her gracious cheekbones enough to have no need for makeup.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” She asked, a raised eyebrow.

“I am distracting Ludendorff so Steve can talk to Maru.” You mumbled, downing a glass of champagne.

Her eyes widened. “You danced with Ares?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “No?”

She sighed, shaking her head before her eyes locked with yours, glistening slightly.

*Ludendorff is Ares!* She yelled in your mind, making you wince.

*Not so loud, Diana!*

“Sorry, sorry.” She apologised, tucking your hair back behind your ears before her thumb came to rest on your cheek.

“What are you wearing?” She remarked as she saw the powder on her thumb.

“I stole it from a purse - apparently it makes women beautiful.” You shrugged, but Diana didn’t let you go.

Instead, she grabbed a napkin and dunked it into Ludendorff’s glass of champagne you poured, wiping it across your face until it was gone. The shade was completely not your skin tone and you had done too much blush, making you look beet red.

“You don’t need that stuff, ancilla (handmaiden).” She scoffed, making sure it was all gone with another napkin.

You slapped her thumb away when she went for your lips, not needing any more embarrassment. “I didn’t put any stuff on my lips!”

“Oh. They’re very red then.” She murmured. “And plump.”

You blushed softly and she went in for your cheeks. “Put down the freaking napkin, Diana.” You hissed, ripping it out of her grip before dunking it in Ludendorff’s drink.

“Ugh, this is turning out to be a failed plan.” You huffed, standing as you waited for another glass to be poured.

“How so?” She asked, standing with you.

“What do you mean, ‘how so’? First, Ludendorff thinks I’m beautiful with all of this stupid makeup that he’s infatuated, then the chairs out the front and the men at the top of the tower, and now you are here, obsessing over my appearance!” You grumbled.

She chuckled softly. “You are so funny when you’re mad.”

You mimicked her rudely but she just laughed, which made your lips break out into a smile. However, the eyes of a General fell onto you - you could feel his gaze like oil covering water - and looked over at him.

“I will go and dance with him. You, my handmaiden…” She gripped your chin and tilted your head ever so slightly to look up at her.

“Will stand here and look beautiful for me. I need something wonderful to counteract the ugly.”

You rolled your eyes whilst you handed her the drinks, watching her walk over to the General. Your eyes widened as you recognised the handle of Godkiller woven into the back of her dress, aligned with her spine as if it were a marking.

But your eyes were taken off of her as a pain spiked your head, making you wince. It didn’t stop, and the flashing images of orange gas and choking people didn’t help either.

*It’s too late…* A voice muttered, soft and feminine but with a certainty behind the words.

*What?* You asked it.

It didn’t respond.

You watched as people filed outdoors towards the chairs, some even already seated before a test fire shot off into the sky. You watched the small projectile fire high up before exploding, diminishing the orange gas above the forest.

You bolted out of the ballroom, not seeing Diana and Steve argue. You ripped off the dress and pressed your crown to your forehead, checking your whip and bow before you sped after the next projectile.

Your face drained of colour at the realisation of its target.

You ran straight into the centre of the village, many surprised by your reappearance before your begging words alerted them. They began rounding themselves up, their families and children all gathering supplies, but it was no use.

You were knocked back by the explosive’s concussive power, releasing the gas. You heard the children beg for their mamas, the loved ones unable to help their burning eyes and choking throats.

*It’s too late.* The voice’s words echoed in your mind.

*I was too late.*

You fell to your knees as the villagers died around you, their pleading words turning into a cacophony of torture as screams were cut short and blood seeped out of their skin, pooling beneath their corpses.

You felt a hand come to your shoulder.

It was no larger than your palm.

“Vous auriez pu nous sauver. (You could have saved us.)” The child foamed at the mouth before he collapsed into your arms, the light fading from his eyes.

You scuffled away from his corpse, tears painting your cheeks with salt before thick arms wrapped under yours and pulled you towards the edge of the village.

“I could have saved them, I could have saved them!” You babbled endlessly before Diana’s palms fell to your cheeks.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N… I need you to breathe for me.” She murmured, pressing her forehead against yours.

“Breathe the cleaner air, feel the earth beneath you, listen to my voice. Calm yourself, like we were trained to do.”

You desperately grabbed her waist and pulled her into a tight embrace, your head tucked against her neck as you sobbed.

She sighed, moving her fingers through your hair as you rocked back and forth. “Habeo te. (I’ve got you.)” She whispered in your ear, comforting you effortlessly.

“Habeo te, Y/N.”

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