#thinking of my sister too I know it'll be even harder for her

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for someone who Hated going home for the holidays, first christmas post mom death is proving uncharacteristically upsetting

#I HATE YOU GRIEF I HATE YOU GRIEF I HATE YOU GRIEF. #its not even xmas yet I was just thinking about it today #usually I'd be finding any excuse to not see my mom for christmas #and if she was still alive I would again #but she's not alive #so it's different #looking at myself in the mirror white knuckling the sink please just let me be angry I just want to be angry please please can I be angry #thinking of my sister too I know it'll be even harder for her #crazy how uhm. crazy how when someone dies you lose parts of your relationship with other people too #like looking across the dinner table at christmas to have a silent conversation with your sister #about something your mom said #and your mom turns around and goes what!!! #and you and your sister both laugh about a joke only the two of you will ever know #hm. anyway. #ghost posts #text

[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

hi can I request a smut or blurb of Jason where the reader is Starfire’s younger sister (Jason’s age ofc) and there is something about her that Jason can’t resist and he can’t stop thinking about her especially during training then he eventually gets frustrated and does something about it

[❤︎] pairing: Jason Todd x starefire!sister!reader [❤︎] warnings: [❤︎] word count:

requests are open🖤 request guidelines✨ 🌻masterlist🌻 smut night masterlist 💦

JASON KNEW YOU WERE OFF LIMITS. Kory had made that very clear from day 1 of you living in the tower. While she could appreciate his skills in the vigilante world, she would never trust him to be with you. Jason knew that, Dick knew that, hell even Rachel sided with Kory. Jason wasn't to be trusted around you.

But there was certainly a fire in you (no pun intended, of course) that kept Jason on his toes. He first noticed in one of the first training sessions you had with Gar, Jason and Rachel. Your skills in martial arts blowing them away immediately. He quietly paid attention to you, taking mental notes on that you liked and didn't like.

At first, he found it cute that you were oblivious to his flirting. Though, you were warned by pretty much everyone, that Jason was a massive flirt. But as more time passed, the more he couldn't stop thinking about you. He wanted, needed even, to be with you. It was odd, he thought, that you are the only one in his house that keeps him level headed. You weren't even together, let alone close enough friends, so how do you manage to do that?

Training got even harder too, the more you pinned him to the wall or the floor, or even did that to the others, the more infatuated he got.

"That's it. I'm gonna ask her out," he tells Gar. The two had been talking about you about the better of a half hour now. Of course Gar noticed Jason's little crush, and he told Jason that it wasn't long before everyone else figured it out too, that is, if they haven't already.

"Dude, you can't. Kory-"

"I couldn't give two shits about Kory right now. I can't keep waiting around for [y/n] to make a move on me, so why-"

"It's a dumb idea."

"I don't care."

"Well, don't tell you I told you so if Kory finds out," Gar throws his hands up in surrender.

"She won't find out," Jason tries to argue, but failing. Even he could see how weak of a point that was. He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, "She consumes my every thought. This obsession, this - I don't even know what this is - it's too much. Of course you'd never understand, I mean-"

"Hey, who said I've never had a crush before?" Gar defended himself with a slight chuckle.

"You know what I mean," Jason rolls his eyes. He flops down on his bed, a heavy sigh running out his mouth. He rubs his face in his hand again before standing up. "Right, well I'm going to blow off some steam."

Jason stops in his tracks when he sees you in the training room, looking as flawless as ever. Your hair's a mess, strands coming out of your bun from every angel, sweat glistening over your forehead and chest, tired hands gripping the sword as you try another trick.

"Hey," you smile at him, noticing his presence. He can barely get a word out, so all he can do is give you a small wave. "Wanna train together? I've been trying this new thing, and I think it'll work better if I actually have someone else here," you laugh charismatically.

"Uh, yeah, sure." You've learned not to take Jason's tone too seriously. There's no point in getting upset over an angsty, brooding guy. Jason was cute though, there's no doubt about that. Rough around the edges, sure, but over the last few months that you've been here, you've gotten to know him better. A lot more than he thinks.

Jason grabs a sword and positions himself to get ready to fight. The two of you start sparring, swords clinking together from contact. As impressively good as he was, he seemed distracted.

With a flick of your wrist, you easily caught him off guard and made his weapon drop from his hand. “Everything okay? You don’t seem yourself?”

“What makes you say that?” Jason rubs the back of his neck, his eyes boring into yours. He needs a plan, and he needs it now. If there’s any time to ask you out, or at least try to, it had to be now.

“Your footings off. Your footing is never off,” you stand closer to him, a hand on his shoulder. It was a simple gesture, really. A sign that meant he could trust you no matter what. But the sensation jason felt all over his body was too much. He pulled away, not wanting too, but his body seemed to do it for him. Almost like your touch caused a knee-jerk reaction. Your brows not together.

“Jason-“

“I like you, okay! I know Kory’s sworn me off as the bad guy, but you-you’re just so-“ he couldn’t even put into words on how to describe you. Your eyes softened, hands cupping his checks as a soft, flattered laugh slips your lips.

“Took you long enough.”

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Supposed to be a one night thing

Steve x reader x Bucky

Mob! Au

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Sleeping with two men after sharing a couple of dances and drinks with them was not your best moment.

Especially since you three started before you even left the club.

The next morning you had snuck out of the hotel room they'd brought you to before either man had a chance to wake up.

You thought that was it. One night, two months ago.

Except now, sitting on your bathroom floor, you realised that hadn't been it.

"God, fucking damn it." You swore, staring at the positive pregnancy test in your hands.

"Y/N, you good in there?" Wanda called from the other side of the doorway.

"No, I'm dead." You called back sarcastically, still staring at the stick.

"Don't take that tone with me, miss missy," Wanda said as she opened the door. "It's positive, isn't it?" She asked, closing the door behind her.

"I thought there was protection." You whispered as Wanda came and sat beside you. "I could've sworn there were condoms, and I'm on the pill! For Christ's sake!" You cried, throwing the stick across the room.

"The pill doesn't always work, and you said you were all really drunk, didn't you?" Wanda questioned you as her arm wound around your shoulders.

"We were." You nodded, curling into Wanda's side.

"Well, there you go. It doesn't take a genius to make a baby." Wanda tried to joke.

"No, it just takes so many shots of vodka." You groaned.

"Is it too soon to ask you what you want to do?" Wanda wondered.

"I don't know what I want to do yet." You said with a sigh. "I don't even know who those men or which is the father." You said, hiding your face in your hands. "God, I'm a slut."

"Oh, please, those two are the first men you've slept with in two years. You're hardly a slut." Wanda told you.

"I'm barely twenty-four, Wands. I don't know if I can be a mom." You said, looking at your friend.

"You have pretty much adopted those four kids that work for you. You're the most mothery person I know, and that's including other mothers." Wanda said.

"If I did keep it, I have nana's bakery, so it's not like I'm strapped for cash." You hummed. "I might have to find somewhere else to live."

"We have the spare room, hon. Granted, it's a little small, but it'll be fine for now for bubs." Wanda said. "Oh, I have to make a nursery Pinterest board now! When do we know if it's a girl or a boy? Or should we go something between like purple?" She questioned you.

"You'd still want to live with me? With a baby that'll spend half its first year screaming?" You rose a brow at the woman.

"It's not like my insomnia lets me sleep anyway." Wanda shrugged. "Hey, look at me. You are my best friend, the sister I wanted but didn't get. Of course, I wasn't going to kick you out when you're pregnant." She promised you.

"Have I ever told you I love you?" You asked the woman. 

"Not lately." She smiled.

"I love you, Wands."

"I love you too, Y/N. We'll figure this out. I promise."

Two Months Later

"I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" Wanda cheered as she exited the doctor's office first.

"It was a fifty-fifty chance, Wanda." You rolled your eyes with a smile.

"But still, I was right!" She grinned, looping her arm around you. "And I think we should get ice cream for my little detkas."

"Not for you or me? Just for what's in my womb?" You rose a brow at the woman.

"I mean, we're going to get some too, but this way, we can pretend we're being healthy," Wanda said as the two of you rounded a corner.

But before the two of you could continue on your way, two black SUVs stopped in front of you.

"Should we run?" You asked, eyes darting to Wanda in fear.

"Too late." She nodded to another SUV behind you both.

"Ladies." A blonde man called as he exited one SUV, three other men right behind him. "We're going to need you to come with us."

"Yeah, we didn't ask for a ride, but thanks anyway." You said, causing a dark-skinned man to laugh.

"That's cute, honey, but the bosses want to see you." He chuckled. 

"You wouldn't want to start something that might hurt the baby in your belly, would you?" A man with long black hair wondered, causing another to smack him in the back of the head.

"Nothing will happen to any of you three if you just get in the car." The blonde man spoke again.

"I don't think we have much of a choice here, Y/N," Wanda whispered to you.

"No, I don't think we do." You sighed before the two of you began walking towards the men.

As the two of you got closer, the blonde man took hold of your forearm and pulled you into one car while another took Wanda and began dragging her towards the other.

"Wait, where are you taking her?" You demanded, watching as Wanda was bundled into the back of the other car. 

"Don't worry about her. She's going to be just fine as long as you cooperate." The man said as you were pushed into the car.

"How did no one react to two people being kidnapped in broad daylight?" You muttered to yourself.

"People see what we tell them to see." The dark-skinned man said as the car began to drive.

Too scared to anger your kidnappers, you kept silent in the back seat, your arms wrapped around your belly.

The windows were tinted so darkly that you couldn't tell where the men had driven you or how long it had been since you got into the car.

But all too soon, the car stopped.

"C'mon, little lady." The blonde said, opening your door and trying to take your arm.

Wrenching yourself out of his grasp, you stepped to the side before glaring at him.

"Put your hand on me, and it'll be the last thing it ever touches." You snapped, causing the darker man to laugh loudly as the blonde had the intelligence to look scared.

"Oh, I'm gonna like having you around." The man said, holding his hand out to you. "Sam."

"I'm not taking your hand." You said, wrapping your arms around your stomach.

"Fair enough." He nodded, letting his hand fall to his side. "This way." He gestured for you to follow him, the blonde man behind you.

You were certain you were going to die. 

That you, your babies, and Wanda, too, would all be dead by the end of the hour.

And your fears weren't lessened as Sam led you through what looked like an office building and bundled you into an elevator before pressing the top floor button.

"In you go, sweetheart," Sam said once the doors opened.

If you were going to die, there was no point in delaying the inevitable.

Steeling your shoulders, you walked out of the elevator into what appeared to be a large office.

You felt sorry for whoever was going to have to clean your blood out of these carpets.

"Y/N L/N." A man from behind the desk stated, causing you to freeze.

"I think she's surprised to see us, Buck." The other man chuckled.

"Of course, she is. I bet you never thought you'd see us again, huh, sweet thing?" Bucky questioned you, resting his elbows on the desk in front.

"Well, that is why I left before you two woke up." You sighed, walking closer to the two.

"You didn't think you could hide our baby from us, did you?" Steve cocked his head.

"Well, I didn't know who you were or have a phone number, and there's not exactly a message board for anonymous motel sex, is there?" You snarked, taking the seat opposite them. 

"You don't know who we are?" 

"Besides intimate details, no." You said, causing the two to share a look you couldn't discern. "What I do want to know is why the hell you had me and my friend kidnapped in broad daylight?"

"You're carrying our child, Y/N," Steve said as if that were all the explanation you needed.

"Which I still don't know how you found out about." You raised a brow.

"Our friend's wife works at your doctor's office. He recognised you." Bucky shrugged. 

"Okay, enough with the half-assed answers." You snapped.

"You might want to be careful what you say to us, kitten," Steve said warningly.

"I remember you liked my mouth. Or was it just what went in it and not out?" You narrowed your eyes at the blonde as Bucky laughed loudly.

"She's got fire, Stevie."

"Look, we can all agree that this," You gestured to your rounded stomach. "Is not what any of us planned. So, why don't you two go back to not knowing?" You suggested.

"Not knowing?"

"Yeah, me and my friend, who better still be in one piece, go back home, and you two can stay here and do whatever the hell it is you do." You explained. "You won't hear from any of us again."

"And what would you say if we offered you a million dollars to have this baby, give it to us, and you go on with your life?" Bucky offered.

"You could offer me the moon, and I'd turn it down." You shook your head.

"That's our baby, kitten." Steve reminded you. 

"It wouldn't be your baby if I filed for a restraining order, would it?" You asked, trying to sound threatening, only for the two to laugh.

"There isn't a judge in this city who isn't in our pocket, sweet thing," Bucky mentioned.

"How about we come to the obvious solution?" Steve asked, causing you to cock your head at him. "Co-parenting."

"There'd be rules." You crossed your arms across your chest.

"On both ends." Bucky nodded. 

"And conditions." You added. "Starting with my friend walking out of here without a scratch on her."

"Done." Steve nodded. "One of ours is you, and the baby would have to live with us."

"Excuse me?" You scoffed.

"We have a lot of enemies, sweet thing. It'd be safer for both of you." Bucky mentioned.

"Who the hell are you two?" You snapped, tired of the two's vague words.

"Sweetheart, we're the head of the Avengers mob."

"How the fuck did you not know you were sleeping with two mob bosses?" Wanda demanded as she entered the room Steve and Bucky had given you.

Apparently, the building Sam and the man you'd come to know as Clint had brought you to had many uses.

The lower floors were one of Steve and Bucky's many businesses, this one legal, and the top floors were home to them and theirs.

That now included you.

"I don't pay attention to who people are, Wanda! I don't know who the fucking President is!" You groaned, holding your head in your hands.

"After we fix this, you're not leaving my sight. Next thing I know, you'll be inviting a terrorist to dinner." Wanda sighed, sinking to sit beside you. "Did they hurt you?"

"No." You shook your head. "I don't think they will."

"They kidnapped us." Wanda reminded you.

"They could done a lot worse." You sighed. "Steve and Bucky said they'd call you a car when you're ready to go."

"Like hell, I'm leaving you here." Wanda scoffed. "You can tell them they can either set me up a bedroom next to yours, or we're sharing a bed."

"Wanda, it'd be safer for you back at the apartment." You told her.

"Y/N, after my parents, and Piet, you and these detkas are all the family I have left. I'm not going anywhere." Wanda promised, taking your hand.

"Alright. I'll let them know."

"My friend gets to stay."

"Deal."

"And you keep all your mob dealings away from us."

"We can do that."

"But we need you to stay here for your own safety."

"I have a business to run."

"We have an intern who can take over for you."

"I'd need to meet him."

"We can arrange for that."

"We're also going to need to keep the baby a secret. We've got a lot of enemies."

"I understand." You nodded. "But you should know, it's babies."

Three months pregnant

Steve and Bucky had been quite accommodating in the month you'd been forcibly moved into their home. 

The two had given Wanda a room next to yours, though she ended up staying in your bed most nights.

"Someone's got to watch over you."

They brought in their own doctor, who was on hand 24/7 and even found a prenatal expert they trusted.

And strangely enough, for two one-night stands, the two were very interested in you and the babies in your belly.

"And bon appetite!" Steve grinned, placing a plate in front of you. 

"You know you don't have to cook for us, right? There's a kitchen in my rooms." You reminded him as Bucky took a seat to your left.

"Bruce says you should stay off your feet. He says there's an increased risk of miscarrying with multiples." He said, pinching a piece of bacon off your plate. 

"Hey! Don't touch our bacon!" You gasped, moving your plate out of his reach.

"Buck, you have your own plate." Steve sighed, nodding to the one in front of the brunette. 

"Aw, but Stevie, stolen bacon always tastes better," Bucky whined, causing the blonde to shake his head.

"How you two run a mob, I have no idea." You shook your head. 

"That's easy," Bucky said, shoving bacon into his mouth. "No one gets to see this side of us."

"No one?" You raised a brow. "Not even Sam, who I saw here two days ago walking around in his underwear?" 

"To be fair, he was shot in the leg," Steve smirked. "Makes it harder to wear pants."

"What Steve meant to say is that very few get to see this side of us. Our family basically." Bucky told you.

"Well, I get to see this side of you. And I'm not family." You reminded the man.

"Sweetheart, you are carrying our children. You are more family than you think."

Five months pregnant

"Y/N, are you alright?" Steve asked as you stormed into the living room with Clint on your tail.

"Just fine, no thanks to your little bodyguard." You snapped, moving into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

"What did you do?" You overheard Bucky ask Clint.

"I did what you asked me. I took her into town like she wanted, and kept close."

"And ruined my date." You said, reentering the living room. "You just had to talk to the guy, didn't you?"

"Alright, Clint, why don't you head home for the day?" Steve suggested with a chuckle.

"Oh, go from one overly emotional pregnant woman to another? Thanks, boss." Clint shook his head before leaving the three of you alone.

"So, you were on a date?" Steve rose a brow.

"I don't have to ask your permission to date." You grumbled before chugging half your water bottle. "Besides, it wasn't a real date anyway. We were gonna have coffee and go into the bathroom." You admitted quietly as your cheeks burned red.

"You were looking for someone to sleep with?" Bucky questioned you, choking on his saliva.

"Don't you two judge me. I wasn't going to say anything about this." You gestured between the three of you.

"Why were you trying to get fucked in a coffee house bathroom?"

"Because your kids have made me so fucking horny at all times of the day." You snapped before sinking into a chair with a sigh. "It's a lovely side effect of pregnancy, isn't it?"

"You know, if you wanted a quick lay, you could have just asked."

"Excuse me?" You rose a brow.

"Well, it's not like we haven't done it before. Clearly." Bucky gestured to your protruding stomach. "And this way, you wouldn't be trying to squeeze in a stall with a stranger."

"Don't think we were gonna make it to a stall, but okay." You muttered. "I thought you two were together, and what we did was a result of way too many shots."

"I mean kinda."

"Bucky!" Steve scolded, reaching out and hitting the brunette in the chest.

"Don't hit me, Steve!" Bucky whined, moving away from the man. "That wasn't all I was going to say, geez."

"How you two run a mob." You muttered to yourself.

"Look, what we did wasn't exactly planned. I mean, we were all drunk, and I don't think either of us planned to get you pregnant,"

"I hope not."

"But it happened. And we're all in each other's lives now." Bucky continued. "And it's not as if Steve and I aren't attracted to you."

"This won't make things weird?" You asked, looking between the two.

"Not if we don't make it weird," Steve told you. "Besides, it's not like either of us is going anywhere any time soon."

"What do you say, kitten? You still horny?" Bucky asked with a smirk. 

"Have been for about three weeks." You said, struggling to your feet and moving towards your bedroom. "You coming?"

"Going to be." 

"Not as much as you will be."

Eight Months Pregnant

You had been sleeping with Bucky and Steve for three months now. And honestly, you didn't want it to stop. You weren't sure when it happened or how, but you'd fallen in love with the two.

Wanda hadn't exactly been thrilled when you'd admitted the secret.

"So not only are you carrying the two mobsters' babies, you're now in love with them?" Wanda had demanded. "Oh, honey, you're really in it now, aren't you?"

Of course, you hadn't admitted to either that your feelings had changed. Because if there hadn't, you'd have to spend the rest of your life around them feeling an intense awkwardness.

Well, right now, you wished you had said something.

"Shit," Peter swore, his head falling back against the wall.

"Stop moving, Pete." You rasped from across the room. "You've got at least two broken ribs."

There had been a problem at the bakery that only you could solve so after crawling out of Steve and Bucky's bed and showering the stench of sex off you, Clint had driven you to the bakery.

Peter had been with you while Clint had answered a call from Sam in the front room. That's all it had taken before the back room was gassed.

You had called for Clint, trying to warn him of the attack, as Peter had dragged you into the alley.

But someone had been waiting for you in the alley. You weren't sure who it was or how many had been there because someone had quickly hit you over the head.

And now the two of you were chained to opposites of a room straight out of a torture porn scenario.

"Broken ribs are gonna be the least of my problems when Steve and Bucky find us." Peter groaned, closing his eyes.

"They aren't going to touch you." You promised the younger man as you shifted uncomfortably. 

To anyone else, it looked as though you were uncomfortable due to the terrible conditions of your kidnapping. But what you were afraid to admit out loud was that your discomfort was because of the twins in your womb.

"They're going to kill me." Peter miserably said.

"Peter, this wasn't your fault." You firmly told him. "And if they try anything, I'll kick them both in the ass." You said, causing him to chuckle.

Before Peter could retort, or you could continue to reassure him of his safety, the door to your prison opened. 

And in walked a stunning woman.

"Karla." Peter sat as upright as he could as he glared at the smirking woman.

"Hello, Peter." The woman purred. "So sorry about the rough arrival. Science doesn't like to wait."

"Peter?" You spoke, struggling to sit up. "You want to introduce me to our friend?"

"This is Karla Sofen. She was supposed to be on our side." Peter said, continuing to glare at the woman.

"Steve and Bucky promised me many things, and in the end, they couldn't deliver." Karla tsked.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing like that, sweetie," Karla said, moving towards you. "I'm a scientist. They wanted my help with a few things."

"But we found out she was experimenting on people and their DNA." Peter snapped.

"They said I could continue my personal research." Karla shrugged.

"They didn't know it was fucking with people's genes!"

"My, my, language, Peter. What would your mother think?" Karla asked Peter with a smirk.

"So, you've kidnapped us because you're mad at Steve and Bucky?" You interjected before Karla could continue to taunt Peter.

"A little." Karla shrugged. "But I do get an added bonus by having you, sweet thing." She said, moving closer to you.

"And what would that be?"

"I have a little idea that if successful would truly allow twins, or any set of multiples, to be physically and mentally connected. The problem was, getting a set of multiples. That was until I found out about you." Karla said, kneeling down to your level.

"No." You gasped, unable to stop the tears from filling your eyes and trickling down your cheeks.

Stupid hormones.

"Oh, no, no, no. Don't cry, sweet thing." Karla cooed, reaching out to stroke your cheek. "I'm not going to hurt them. Not while they're safely nestled in your womb."

You tried to pull away from the woman, but you were already pressed against a wall.

"After all, you can't gauge the reactions of a test subject when you can't see them," Karla smirked, rising to her feet. "You'll be seeing me soon."

"Peter?"

"Hm?"

"Do you think they're looking for us yet?"

"I think they're burning the city down looking for you," Peter promised.

"I hope so." You murmured before wincing.

"Y/N?" Peter asked, sitting up straighter.

"I'm fine." You lied, moving to lie down on the cold floor.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N." Peter snapped. "What's wrong with the twins?"

"Nothing. Nothing. They're fine."

"Y/N." Peter started before you let out a gasp. "Y/N?"

"My water broke, Peter." You whispered.

"Oh shit."

"Look, Y/N, I really don't want to tell the pregnant woman what to do, but you have to try and stay quiet." Peter urged you.

"Fuck off, Parker!" You quietly snapped, biting into your fist to quiet your yells. "This kids not waiting, Pete. I think I'm gonna have to push." You cried.

"Then you're gonna have to push." Peter nodded.

"I didn't want it to go this way. I wanted Steve and Bucky to be here. I wanted the twins to be safe." You sobbed.

"Y/N, look at me." Peter pleaded. "Look, if I could come any closer, I'd be right there holding your hand, but I can't. And unfortunately, right now, this is the situation we're working with. I can't promise Steve or Bucky right now, but I promise you, nothing is going to happen to your babies."

You wanted to nod and smile at Peter's encouraging speech. You wanted to sit up and push these babies out in one go with no problems, but none of that was possible.

"Oh shit." You whimpered, hand shooting to your stomach. "I think I have to push."

Before Peter could respond, two things happened. 

One, you were already shimming out of the clothes on your lower half.

And two, the sound of gunshots echoed throughout the room.

"Oh, thank God." Peter breathed, averting his eyes from you. "That's them."

"They better hurry, or both of 'em will be sleeping on the couch." You grunted. 

The sound of gunfire easily covered your increasingly louder cries as the baby was getting closer to tearing its way into the world.

You could almost drown out the deafening sound as you tried to remember what your birthing coach had taught you. In fact, you almost entirely blocked out what was happening around you, until the sound of thundering footsteps got closer to your door.

You saw Peter sit upright at the noise, prepared to do what little he could in this situation when two matching gunshots rang out before something thumped to the ground.

The door slammed open, denting the wall it hit, as Bucky and Steve barreled inside.

"Oh thank God." Steve sighed, rushing to your side. 

"We didn't think we'd make it in time," Bucky said, picking the lock on your chains.

"Nope, right in time." You grunted. "Enough with the locks. Barnes, give me your hand. Steve, get down there and get ready to catch."

"What?" The two froze.

"She's in labour!" Peter exclaimed, causing the two mob bosses to rush into action.

"Oh, I swear, I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you!"

"Oh, I love them." You gushed, staring down at the bundles in your arms.

After delivering both twins, and them being declared healthy as can be, Steve, Bucky and what seemed like an army, delivered you all back to your home.

Wanda had been quick to squeeze the life out of you for scaring her before giving her goddaughters the same treatment. 

Wanda, and, Steve and Bucky's friends had all come and gone, leaving just the five of you together.

"How can anyone not?" Bucky whispered, running a gentle finger along one of the sleeping girl's cheeks.

"It's gonna be really hard to say no to either of them," Steve mentioned, watching the twins with the same sappy smile he'd been wearing for hours.

"You're gonna spoil them, aren't ya?" You smirked at the blonde.

"I plead the fifth." He said, causing you and Bucky to laugh quietly.

"You really scared us today, kitten," Bucky mentioned as the two of you sobered.

"We went a little crazy when we found out you were taken," Steve admitted.

"Peter thought you might burn down the city." You told the two.

"We were thinking about it," Bucky said, and you didn't think he was joking.

"I was scared too." You said, looking down at the babies. "Scared she'd take our babies and hurt them, scared she was gonna kill Peter and me, and honestly, I was scared I wouldn't get to see either of you ever again." 

You felt a finger hook under your chin and found yourself looking into Steve's eyes.

"You were scared you wouldn't see us again?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yes." You nodded, swallowing back the tears at the memories. "I should have said something sooner, but I was scared, but I'm not scared anymore. I love the two of you. I don't want to be co-parents with you, I want the three of us to be together and just be these kids' parents. 

I know it's dangerous, and I know I'm going to be worried about the two of you more often than not, but I think you're worth it. I think the three of us being together is worth it." You said, swallowing harshly once you had finished your impromptu speech.

"I can't believe you beat Steve to the speech." Bucky laughed. "Kitten, when we heard you were taken, we decided that once we got you back we were gonna ask you the same thing."

"Really?"

"Yes. And if you'll have us, we'd love to be in this with you 100%." Steve smiled. "As partners, lovers, the parents to the cutest girls ever born."

"Except for their mother." Bucky cut in.

"Except for their mother." Steve agreed. "What do you say?"

"How did I ever think this was supposed to be a one night thing?" You smiled at the two. "Yes. I want this. I want both of you. I want this family."

"And you'll have it."

"Along with anything else your heart could ever desire."

"It already has everything it could ever want."

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[dogboyjackkennedy]

so. thought a little too hard about my headcanons for Dsaf 3. and now i'm a bit sad. so now y'all get some!

Jack listening to Henry's tapes and getting about...five more reasons to want to tear that man to shreds. at lest three of them involved Dave. the other two involve Dee and himself.

Dee first coming out of her box in The Flipside looking like the Puppet, but then shifting into looking like herself again when she sees Jack. and then shifting into the Puppet again when the fight starts. just. my Dee shapeshifting headcanon <3 (basically, after she died, Dee could shift her ghostly appearance into being either the Puppet or a ghostly version of herself)

Jack looking at Blackjack and just seeing a younger version of himself, frozen in time. this young man in his early twenties, his whole life ahead of him, who had all of that ripped away from him cruelly. his sister. his brother. himself. all by the same man. reduced to a snarling ball of rage, who wants nothing more than to rip Henry to shreds where he stands. the only reason he hasn't done so is because he's been convinced that doing so won't truly set him free. when Fredbear told Jack that, despite the souls desiring vengeance, killing their killer would not set them free, Blackjack took that to mean that it wouldn't set him free either. he's been stewing in his rage and grief for decades, neither feeling ever subsiding in that time. if anything, his rage has only increased. he lost everything because of Henry. why wouldn't he be angry? and so, if everyone else must move on, and leave him there to guard Henry and make sure he doesn't cause any problems, alone, then he will.

Jack finally helping to set him free, looking his younger self in the eyes and saying maybe that means that killing Henry is the one thing that will set him free. and even if it isn't...well, he needs to be dealt with, anyway. what if he gets out and causes problems again? just...Jack looking at Blackjack and feeling both like he's looking at a window into the past, yet also like he's looking at a different person entirely. because he and Blackjack are separate people, technically. but it's also him looking at himself.

Jack holding Dave's hand as they confront Henry, and squeezing it a little bit reassuringly. Dave tightening his grip as he gets more stressed.

Peter's death in the Henry fight being the thing that makes Jack say that their anger pushes them harder, and Dee's death leading to the line "We're gonna fuckin' FLAY you alive, Henry!" from Jack...like. just imagine how enraged he probably sounded, seeing Dee go down again. do you think it reminded him of the day she died? the day he went back to the diner to find her and bring her home, only for him to keep calling out for her and looking for her as the horror dawned on him that he couldn't find her? do you think that's what was running through his mind?

Jack and Dave reaching the end, and jack admitting that he can't go with them. Blackjack interjecting that...there is something they can try. no guarantee that it'll work, but it's worth a shot. Blackjack can try to fuse back together with him; not necessarily the same thing as shoving someone's soul back into their body, which is a big no no, apparently, but maybe a piece of him will break off, and it'll become Jack's soul. maybe them fusing will trick the universe into thinking Jack has a soul. who knows, but hopefully it'll work. and it does. Jack, by some miracle, gets his own soul out of this in a way that'll allow Blackjack to still exist. he also gets Free Afterlife Top Surgery™, because at this point he deserves it. he's been through so much shit.

at the end of the fire, Jack just looks at Dave and Blackjack and says "Come on, guys. Let's go home."

i just. aaaaaaAAAAAAAAA-

also, some Afterlife headcanons for y'all:

Peter: "Jackie, with all due respect, you have the weirdest taste in men." Jack just hanging out with Dave in the corner: "Peter, wtf-"

Steven just immediately laid down on the floor of the Afterlife and slept for a while. he was. So Fucking Tired.

Jack: "Okay, therapy circle time-" Dave: "Absolutely not, we don't have time to unpack all that." Jack: "Dave, we have nothing BUT time to unpack all of that-"

Peter and Caroline reunion <3

#dsaf #jack kennedy #dsaf dave #dee kennedy #peter kennedy #dsaf blackjack #dsaf henry #sorry for my ramblings i just Have to scream about my Dsaf 3 Flipside headcanons. as well as my Good Ending Copium™ #hope y'all enjoy!

[misteria247]

Have you ever thought of Leo giving Mona Lisa the “If you hurt my little brother…” talk after she settled on earth and she and Raph started going out more regularly?

Hmm if I'm gonna be honest not really, given how Leo's like, he'd want Raph to be happy and he knows that if he gave a shovel talk to Mona it'd probably make him upset. Leo does however observe Mona to see what her intentions are and whether she's really serious about his little brother or not.

Much like how he obversed April and Renet whenever they'd interact with Donnie and Mikey, he'd do the same to Mona Lisa. He'd watch her and Raph's interactions, ready to intervene should things go south. However he quickly figures out that she's just as crazy about the red clad turtle as said turtle is about her and he doesn't think too much about their relationship afterwards. He instead let's them be, happy to see Raph looking so happy and light for once, instead of being weighed down by the things that he's gone through. Seeing Raph smile and laugh whenever Mona's around reminds the eldest son of the days before their lives went to hell. Back to the days when Spike hadn't become Slash and how Raph hadn't experienced the emotional hurt that he'd experienced later on in his life. When Raph and Mona are super serious Leo would then try to get to know the salamander, wanting to get to know the woman who might one day become his sister in law.

Years later when Raph and Mona Lisa get engaged, and Leo, Donnie, Mikey, April and Casey have officially bonded and accepted Mona Lisa into their tightly knit circle, Leo will invite the salamander to have some tea with him in the dojo. Mona would join him, a bit hesitant in a way seeing as how the blue clad turtle was a lot harder to read than his family and her fiancee. The two would sit by the large tree quietly, sipping their tea and just soaking in the silence between them. It'll be then that Leo would speak up, drawing Mona's attention towards him and say to her:

"My brother Raphael is the strongest person I know, but even the strongest people need someone to help support them as well. For my whole life I've done my best to help him and support him just as he's done for me. And now that he's grownup and met you he's not needed me as much as he used to. So.......I'm leaving him in your care, sister. Please take good care of Raph."

And Mona she'll listen the entire time, her gaze soft and somewhat touched. She knows that it's hard for her lover's brother to trust others, knows that he's protective of those he calls family, herself included. And while it hadn't been said out loud Leo had given Raph over to Mona's care a long time ago, yet at that moment it was much more official now. Leo was entrusting her with Raph's happiness just as he entrusted Raph to her happiness. Mona would give him a small smile and reply:

"It would be my greatest joy and happiness to do this. And I'll spend the rest of my life doing just that, so don't fear for him. He'll be okay Leonardo."

And they'd fall silent once more, the words needed to be said now spoken and Leo feeling more lighter than he had been knowing that Mona Lisa would have Raph's back just as Raph would have hers.

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[lailawinchesterr]

Part three, Angel douchebag

Summary: Melissa and Mary get the closure they want, at the expense of putting themselves on the Winchester’s hit-list.

Dumah’s faceclaim; andrew garfield.

series masterist

Sam and Dean slowly regain consciousness, looking at their surroundings. They try to get up but quickly find out they're tied to chairs in opposite directions.

"Sam? Sammy, you okay?"

"Doing great." Sam's sarcastic reply makes Dean let out a sigh of relief. If he was well enough to make jokes, he was well enough to try and get out of these ropes.

"You're awake," both men's attention snaps to the door and they see Mary making her way to them.

Sam takes in the place for the first time and almost immediately recognizes what is it. The beige walls with stacks of books everywhere, control panel and demon traps in every pet of the room. This is one of the bunkers that the Men of Letters had built.

"Is this—"

"A Men of Letter's hideout like yours? Yes. I'm glad you noticed, maybe it'll make Dean finally stop praying to Castiel. He can't hear you."

Dean groans and rugs at the ropes, "You bitch—"

"We've established that, yes." Her voice isn't as sweet as Mel's, they notice, it's rougher. Still soft, but it has more edge to it, like she doesn't want to be doing this, not enjoying it.

"Why are we here, Mary?" Sam says softly. He can sense that if one of the girls didn't want to do this, it'd be her. She could get them out of here. "We didn't leave your mother, whoever told you that is a liar. Besides, this happened 4 years ago, why are you coming to us about it now?"

"Here's why I think you're lying to me, Sam," she stepped closer to him, putting a hand on the chair so she can lean on it a little, closer to him, "your grandfather came and had a little chat with me and Mel last night, quite the charmer, and more than ready to sell you two out."

"What? Samuel is dead."

"Yeah, you all have a knack for dodging reapers. Anyways, he came and talked to us, told all us all about your adventures together a couple of years back. You even left your own brother for dead, you let him turn into a vampire, which really is harder to believe than my parent's story because I thought you two loved each other." She shrugs, moving away from the chair, "but if that's what you're into, I guess."

"What are you talking about?"

Dean intervenes, "Damn it, woman, he didn't have a soul."

"He what?" Her expression did a full one-eighty as she walked over to Dean's side to hear his story. She knows if Mel could see her right now she's yell at her for listening to them, but she's not like her sister. She needs to know the truth from all sides.

"Sam he... I don't know why we're telling you this, you and your sister—"

"Have you in a hideout where we could leave you for dead. Tell me."

"Son of a bitch," he mutters under his breath and she lets him regain his words for a moment before he sighs and keeps going, "Sam stopped the apocalypse by throwing himself into this dungeon thing that Lucifer was trapped in with Lucifer in him. Cass got him out but couldn't bring his soul with him so Sam was walking around for the better half of two years soulless. He did some pretty awful things and he's trying to make up for it, but you can't hold that against him."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Where were you?" She asks, her voice vastly softer than it was before and it gives both of the boys hope.

"I don't even remember what you're talking about, I wasn't there. I didn't see Sam except a year after he was out."

She nods once then takes a deep breath before landing a punch to Dean's face. Which really is a shame because she's learned to like it so much, not that that matters to her. She keeps going, blow after blow. Sam starts yelling at her to stop while he tugs in his ropes.

She only comes back when someone holds her back, both hands on her waist. "Why are you doing that?"

She almost punches Dumah too, but she's not stupid, it wouldn't do anything and she did need to eventually get off Dean.

"You know," Dean says after he spits the blood that's pooled in his mouth, "Bobby's gonna find us, and he ain't gonna be happy about this little set up you have."

"Yeah? You son of a bitch," Mary's crying now, actual full tears, "let him come find you, all he'll find are your bodies anyways."

Dumah walks her out of the dungeon, leaving the two boys in the dark room once more. Sam tried to control his breathing as he looks for anything around him he can use to cut these ropes.

Lucky for them, Dean's plan worked out perfectly. "Dean?" Sam calls when he feels his brother pulling at the ropes holding their hands tightly together, "what are you doing?"

"Snatched her necklace while she was too busy hitting me. It's glass."

"Well don't break it, you asshole."

"I didn't, it's pretty damn sharp." Sam sighs and leans his head back so he's staring at the ceiling.

"Why didn't you tell her?" Sam asks, but he almost regrets it the moment he does. They could be listening in right now, it's more than likely, but he needs to know why he's lying to the girls.

"About?"

"You know, man. Why didn't you tell her you killed them?" Dean shakes his head but he remembers Sam can't see him and opts for freeing his hand quicker instead. He doesn't want to have this conversation while the girls are outside.

A minute later, they're both free and rubbing their wrists. "Why didn't you tell her?"

"Tell her what? 'Sorry I stabbed your parents, they were a couple of demons'? Besides, what kind of hunters don't have anti-possession tattoos? It's all kinds of wrong, man, and i don't wanna piss these two off more than we already have." Sam nods as they both try to open the door quietly.

"You know our excuse was stupid though, our stories don't match up at all."

"Yeah, we tried."

"Also Samuel's alive, how is that possible?"

"Maybe Crowley's doing?" Sam nods again in agreement as dean finally gets the door opened fully. They both step out trying to make as little noise as possible and they start looking around the bunker for the exits.

The bunker was made to be like a panic room, so the exits are all obvious. Both boys make it there quickly, and easily.

Almost too easily.

"Hey, Dean." The older Winchester nods, trying to be quiet.

"Don't you think it was a little too easy? I mean, this place has an angel and two very skilled hunters who trapped us, how did we find the exits and leave in five minutes?"

"I don't know, Sam, luck? Whatever it is, we don't question it till we get the hell out of here and back to Bobby's." But it isn't enough for Sam, especially not when he's figured it out.

"Remember Gabriel?"

Dean groans, fed up either way his brother's unnecessary conversations, "Shut up, Sammy, will you?"

"Remember him?"

"The angel? Yes, of course."

"He was a trickster too, could make you think you were anywhere you wanted." Dean nods again, too busy picking at the lock of the exit.

"Yeah, yeah, interesting stuff, give me a hand?"

"Dumah! Give it up!" Sam yells to the sky, looking nowhere in particular. Dean's eyes widen as he looks at his brother like he's crazy.

"What are you—"

"Shut up. Come on, i figured it out, let us go so we can all talk." And just as easily as they found that door, they're right back to the dungeon where they started.

"Goddamn it! Another trickster? Do you angels never stop being douche bags."

"Sorry, boys. We needed to know the truth." Mary's once sweet voice is now much more like it was the first time they all saw each other.

"So none of it was real? We never talked? You never hit Dean?"

"I would never hurt that pretty face, now would I?" She taunts, letting her finger trace Dean's jawline while he glared at her.

"And Samuel?"

"No idea who that even is. I was gonna make it your uncle but I didn't know if John had brothers."

"You—"

"If you say bitch, I'm going to punch you for real this time. Get a new nickname, man, we get it." She moves to whisper something in Dumah's ear and he leaves so she's alone with both of the boys.

"Sam, Dean, I don't want to keep you here, I really don't, but you lied to us." She walks over to Sam's side much like she did in the fantasy Dumah made up for the boys, "and I don't like liars, especially ones that admit to killing my parents. You do know exorcisms exist, right? You don't kill people because they have demons inside of them."

"Actually," Dean mocked, "that's exactly what you do."

Mary's eyes darken as she lets out a noise that's something between a scoff and growl, but it's Melissa's broken voice that speaks from the door's entryway, "You have no respect for them, do you? They were hunters! They helped kill demons by your side and you killed them. Now their daughters are trying to understand what happened and you lie to us? You disrespect them over and over again? What's wrong with you?"

"Melissa." Sam whispers exactly what the girls need to hear, "we're sorry. We're so sorry."

They had said it once, back at Bobby's house, but it was out of fear. Sam says it for a completely different reason that time.

For closure.

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[queer-advice-hotline]

Hi Synn! I already thought your name was cool just looking at it, but then I actually pronounced it and I was like 😮 so awesome. Anyway, not the point. I need help :(

Okay, so I'm queer and transmasc 17-year-old Ohioian living with conservative parents. While Ohio may have many problems, the process of starting hrt as an adult and changing your name and legal sex seem relatively painless. I intend to see planned parenthood on my 18th birthday about starting t. I'm also going to start my legal transition within that week.

HOWEVER. Small (huge) problem. I'm not out yet, as queer or trans. My birthday is in mid May, and I want my parents to have at least a little time to process my gender stuff before I start transitioning, so I want to come out around a month beforehand (I'm too scared to do it earlier than that). I also want to come out as queer before that. They'll have a much easier time with the queer thing than the trans thing, and coming out as them separately with time in between would certainly be easiest. When my sister came out as a bisexual, it took about six months for it to just be normal. We are WAY past that point. I know it'll take less time with me since they've been through it before, but still. The clock is really ticking and the longer I wait, the harder coming out as trans will be.

Two problems. One, I'm not ready. I've been trying to convince myself to come out as queer for about 6 months now, and I'm just so scared. More pressingly, however, is that now is a VERY bad time to come out. My dad, the much more accepting of my parents, is away almost constantly taking care of his sick mom. The only reason he'll stop is to get and recover from a surgery he has to get in the next couple months. Between him not being here to help my mom through this and the high stress situation of his surgery makes me feel like throwing the queer bombshell right now might not be the best idea. But we don't even know when the surgery will be yet.

I'm really nervous about the whole thing. I want to make this as easy as possible for them, but I let my fear push me past my window of opportunity and now I have to wait a long and unknown amount of time to tell them I'm queer. If push comes to shove, I AT LEAST have to be out as trans by May 3rd and out as queer by mid April. But I don't know if even that will be long enough removed from the surgery stuff. I know there isn't really anything you can do, or I can do really, but I'm scared :( help?

Trying to force yourself to come out doesn’t seem to be helping you, so step one would be to take a step back and stop making it seem like this hard deadline you have to meet. I get that it can seem stressful, since you want to transition as quickly as possible, but I don’t think you’re going to get anywhere by trying to rush.

You said your sister has already come out, so reaching out to her for support may be helpful to you. She may be able to provide some tips, or even be there with you when you do it to support you.

As for fearing a bad reaction, I know his may be hard to hear, but waiting to come out until you’re financially independent may be more helpful, in case things go badly. Coming out as queer may be alright, and if you want to do that, go for it. But seeing as your parents haven’t had any experience with a child of theirs being trans, you don’t have a guarantee on how they’ll react. You can always start by talking about a “trans friend” you have. You can also mention a trans celebrity or anything like that to see what their reaction will be.

If you are absolutely dead set on beginning your transition when you turn 18, it will be possible to hide it from them for a while, to give yourself time to adjust to the change, but then you run the risk of them finding out before you want them to.

Since you said your father isn’t home much, maybe telling them over text will be easier for you, and you can have your sister or any queer friends you may have help you word it or be there with you when you send it. If you decide to have a face to face conversation, having someone else could still be helpful.

#1-800-queer #queer advice hotline #advice calls #gender calls #long distance calls #queer #trans

[the-fiction-witch]

The highway Girl

Media Bright Star

Character Samuel Brawne

Couple Samuel X Reader

Rating Smutty

Concept Highway Robbery

Smut Riding / humping / Sexy / Fondling/ semi non consentual

I was fearful sitting in the small black coach on the plush red seats, my bags all close to me.  I should be happy after such a good season of performance and my wages in hand enough to last me until our performances spark up once again once summer is over. Even though we were far into spring it was still dark, stormy and grey causing the sky to loom low often letting loose small showers. And of course that caused what little roads we had to fudge up with thick cakey mud from the periods of spring heat and spring storms constantly wetting and drying the dirt and clay. There were times between here and home that had cobbles or stone and that was, believe me, a welcome change even if it made the bumps much harder to sit through. It wouldn't be long till I was home to see my mother and my sister's as well as the house. Especially after the long season in hotels and small apartment rentals it'll be nice to be at home in my own bed. 

However being so close to home meant what little sunlight we had was gone, the roads nothing more than muddy paths lined on either side by thick unforgiving forest. 

And that's what caused my fear. I knew of those who linger in the dark to cause chaos by the time you saw them it was already too late. So I kept my valuables close and my eyes peeled. Just as it began to rain again, suddenly we stopped and I assumed we were once again stuck in mud but the door to the coach opened to a figure all in black pointing a pistol at me immediately I put my hands up to surrender they forced me out to stand beside my driver in the thick mud and I got a better look.

They had tall black boots, black tights, their body hidden below a black cloak and hat but a long braid of y/h/c hair came far down their back. A black horse stood blocking our path.

they pulled back their cloak and I was in utter disbelief it was - a woman! And she was pretty damn beautiful. In a tight black dress short enough that it didn't even hit her knees, with a leather corset around her waist, A silk violet mask across her eyes concealing her identity with a dark purple lipstick to match. "Your money or your life empty your pockets" she demanded holding out her hat upside down offering us to fill it my driver did as she asked handing over some coins he had "both of you" she demanded turning her attention to me I sighed and emptied my pocket of change "all of them" she ordered I really didn't want to simply emptying another pocket of my pencil and odd little trinkets but she was smart, smart enough to know I was holding out on her. "You must think your coach needs a new set of paint, I'll be happy to send your blood all over that nice red interior. Now I'll ask you again empty your pockets and I'll let you live" she says 

I sighed and emptied my pockets of my watch, my coins and anything else I had rattled around. Which seemed to please her and I was happy she didn't want to look any further given I had a year's wages in my bag.

She counted it all up from her hat and smiled returning the hat to her head "thank you very much gentlemen, I'm sure you understand I can't lingerie all day" she smiled coming closer giving my cheek a kiss leaving a kiss of her violet lipstick there before she climbed on her horse and scampered away into the woods. 

"Well congrats Mr Brawne, you just got robbed. By the violet highway girl too" my driver chuckled

I was beyond fearful, to be honest I was kinda shitting myself. But also kinda excited. It's a weird emotion. Like I had vampire bats in my stomach. I had to go to the nearby town to do some postage and such but there was only one way in and one way out meaning I had to take my horse alone down that same road I was robbed on mere weeks ago. And just in time a storm had come over creating a dark misty day. I was scared of being robbed, especially alone but part of me was kinda excited to see her again. 

I made sure to step carefully through the trees watching all around me in hope to keep myself alert while also watching to make sure nothing spooked the horse. I jumped suddenly as I headed a pistol shot echo across the sky the horse got scared but luckily I managed to keep him settled 

"Whoa whoa whoa" I told him "it's okay, probably just a farmer" 

"Guess again" her voice smirked as I felt the cold business end of a pistol against my temple. It was still warm against my skin meaning she was the one who just fired. She wore the same as last I saw her "Hummm I believe we've done this merry dance before. Your money or your life if you'd be so kind"

"No. You just fired. So you don't have a shot in there" 

"Don't I?" She smirked moving her pistol away and firing up into the air she did in fact have a shot and that scared my horse so much it threw me off into the dirt and bolted back towards town she climbed down from her own horse which a sly smirk she got a knife from a holster on her thigh and pressed it to my neck "your money or your life, please" 

"I don't have any money." I told her 

"Don't you? Let's just see about that" she smirked forcing me up and my face into the tree she took a tie from her dress and bound my hands behind my back so I had no hope of escape or of resistance. She kept me there as she searched my pockets. I had to admit as demoralizing as it was to be restrained and forcefully searched. It was… kinda fun. Feeling her hands slipping in my pockets and digging around for anything she could find often rubbing on the cotton fabric that concealed our skin from connecting, especially when she did the front pockets of my trousers given at points her hands were pretty dangerously close to … intimate areas. And she found my new watch.

"What's this then?" She smirked

"Fine but that's all I have on me" I told her 

"I'm not sure I should believe you. You'd be surprised where people hide things" she Cooes pinching my butt 

"Madam!" I yelped in shock 

"Your adorable Samuel" she giggled

"S- how do you know my name?"

"I know more than you think" she Cooes "where is all your money then?"

"On the horse that just bolted" I sighed 

"I see. And we both know one little watch isn't enough for my trouble" she warns turning me to face her

"Please. Please. Please don't hurt me"

"you have very nice clothes Samuel" she Cooes "remove them" she demanded 

"W-What?" 

"Remove them If you'd be so kind" she smiled holding the knife to my neck and untiring my hands I knew I didn't have a choice unbuttoning them and stepping out she happily took them and folded them over her arm "your jacket too" she demanded I sighed but did as she asked slipping my jacket off and handing it over immediately I tried to use my shirt to cover everything of me given I had my shirt and my long John's and that's it I was already getting very cold "very nice thank you" she Cooes 

"Their hardly worth anything it won't be worth selling" I told her 

"Hummm… your right" she smirked "well then it seems we so have a lot of options"

Why did I say anything I could have just shut the fuck up and this could have been over by now, she forced my arms behind me again and forced me to walk into the woods away from the road tugging her horse behind her I was convinced she was walking me deeper to the woods to shoot me and leave me for dead and soon enough we reached and clearing and I felt her pistol on my shoulder "sit" she demanded I did my best not to panic doing as she asked sitting in the grass 

"Against the tree" she says 

So I moved back to lean against the tree, I'm going die. She's gonna shoot me. Or hang me. Of knife me. I don't wanna die I had some much stuff I wanted to -

She came over pistol in hand but she kicked of her tights then sat on my lap her legs either side of me her pistol still in hand as she moved closer and pressed her lips to my own at first I was in utter shock as she pulled back 

"Uuuuuuuhhh" 

"Stay quiet or I'll blow your brains out" she warns 

"Uuuuuuuhhh okay" I nodded 

She smirked and began to push herself Against me hard grinding on me intensely so much so my eyes rolled back and my jaw dropped feeling her moving so harshly on me as soon as I got hard she used it to her advantage riding on me with the fabric between us until she smirked and gave my cheek a kiss “Pleasure, we’ll have to do it again sometime” she smirked before she got up took my stuff got on her horse and headed off into the woods 

“Uhhhh….fuck” I sighed 

#thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #tbs smut #thomas sangster imagine #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas brodie sangster #thomas brodie sangster imagine #tbs #samuel imagine #sam smut #sam imagine #samuel #sammy #bright star

[krikeymate]

Part 2 of the Jason and Greg AU please and thank you!!! :D

Someone else has saved me from trying to figure out how this all goes down, love you, folks. Part 1 here.

Jason leaves Sam to stew overnight. Her fear and desperation will only enhance the movie, make the kill more delicious. Greg pops by in the early hours of the morning to savour the scene himself.

Tara Carpenter, alone and helpless, taped to a bolted-down chair. There's no escape for her. The perfect victim, damned for being loved. Her story will be a tragedy, and people will eat it up. Greg brushes her hair back from her face. Their perfect little victim, the little sister. Jason runs the knife lightly across her cheek, it's so sharp that even the slightest pressure splits her open. He savours the blood that begins to leak. He wants more, to see how much blood her body holds, to see how much she can take... but Greg is side-eying him, pulling the knife away. "We need her alive," he says. "Do we?" Jason replies.

They take more pictures, this time on their burner phones. The picture quality isn't as good, it doesn't quite capture the beauty of the display, but needs must. They don't want to be caught, they don't want to be tracked. They have to finish the movie.

~

Quinn's father was less than useless. What good is the police if they can't even track one phone?! Her sister is all alone out there, at the mercy of some psychopaths. They could have done anything to her, they could be doing anything to her... she could be... no. No. Tara's alive, she's fine, she has to be. They won't- This is about Sam. They won't kill her, they want Sam. Oh god, Tara doesn't even have her inhaler, and she's missed two doses now. Sam's worst nightmares are unfolding before her very eyes.

This is her fault. She should have- she should have tried harder to convince Tara to stay in, she should have supported her better, maybe then Tara wouldn't constantly be hiding from her, trying to escape from her. Maybe if she had just been better this wouldn't have happened.

Sam can't stop looking at the picture.

She's spent the entire night roaming the streets, interrogating drunk partygoers, screaming at Chad and Mindy for letting Tara out of their sight after they promised they would look out for her, yelling at the police to do something. Sam's exhausted, and the sight of her father in the mirror is only the cherry on the cake. He doesn't even say anything, just stands there and stares. There's something in his eyes that says it'll be ok. Sam hates how it reassures her. Her phone rings.

"Hello, Samantha. I hear your sister is missing, I hope she's ok."

"Fuck you."

"Well, now, that's not very nice, is it? And here I was, calling to offer my help."

"Now listen here yo-"

"Nuhuhuh. You listen to me. We're going to play a game, Samantha. If you win, you get your sister back. If you lose, well, I guess she'll need to lose something too."

~

Jason and Greg think they're so clever, those stupid little boys. Bailey knows all about their secret little phones, their plans, the little games they're playing with Sam and her friends. He wants to get it over with, take his revenge on Sam and be done with it, but Ethan and Quinn convinced him to wait. They say it's better this way, that they can swoop in at the last minute and get our revenge while those two do all the dirty work and take the fall.

It's perfect.

~

Sam stumbles into the shrine still splattered in Chad's blood. She played their fucking games, she sacrificed three fucking people for a picture, a clue, a trail to her sister. But she's here now. She has to be here.

There's a figure up on the stage, slumped in a chair, and Sam doesn't think twice before running to it. There's a voice in her ear saying it's a trap. She doesn't care.

It's Tara, oh god, it's Tara.

Sam rips the tape off her mouth and taps at her face, begging her to wake up. There's a number of shallow cuts across her face and shoulders, down her arms and legs, rips in her shirt that hide more underneath. There's so much blood, it's everywhere, but she's breathing, her heart is beating. She's ok, she's ok, right?

Tara gazes up at her with half-lidded eyes. She mumbles something that Sam thinks is her name, and Sam throws herself forward to wrap her arms around her, choking back the sob that threatens to escape. This has been the worst 24 hours of her life.

She pulls back, fingers grazing against her sister's cheeks, searching her eyes. She finds pain, confusion, and relief.

Sam leans back and begins to cut at the tape around Tara's wrists. One is free when a scraping noise draws her attention.

A figure in a Ghostface costume and mask walks slowly from the side entrance, dragging their knife across the wall. Another walks through the display room, up to the stage.

"We've been waiting for you, Samantha," the Ghostface in the display room speaks.

"Well, here I am. Would have been here sooner if you didn't want to play stupid games," Sam replies, covertly dropping the knife into Tara's lap.

"Oh they weren't our games, but they certainly were stupid. Still, I have to give them credit, they were creative. I've always admired creativity."

"They?"

"Jason and Greg, of course. The ones who took your sister, who lured you here. That was all them. But don't worry about it, they're going to be punished for it. Well, Jason will. Greg's in a few too many pieces to take accountability for his actions."

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #Scream 6 #scream canon divergence #my writing tag #hmm. did i go a little weird with this? it feels a little weird. i'm too enthusiastic about how i write ghostfaces. #don't ask me what the games are. it's usually very deliberate when i miss out a part of the story lmao #chad's not actually dead (she doesn't know that). but ethan and anika are. rip. bailey butchers greg for killing ethan. #anyway sorry for sidelining you in this concept tara lmao.

[dyrewrites]

OC Writer's Block

@desastreus tagged me for this thing!

I tag @ruinmegently @pb-dot @rmgrey-author @scifimagpie

Rules: Answer how would your OC would motivate/cheer you up when you have writer's block.

Pale Blood OCs, because Weald and Wen ones would just make it worse.

Odea would invite me to her place, set KB on me-Kiki cannot be told who to snuggle-make coffee, order takeout and hand me a vidscreen. Then we'd watch some cheesy horror streams together until I'm motivated or too busy laughing to care.

Delmas would suggest a night out, specifically a walk around. There's a place in the slums, where the air isn't so bad and the lights of Upper Dolor shine down through the smog in just the right way, that he visits when he needs to clear his head. If that doesn't help, he knows where to drown my despair in booze and music.

Ron is partial to reading to unwind, and would welcome me to his library, so long as I don't leave any marks on his books. They're real paper, he can't afford to replace them. He wouldn't stick around but would check in, to remind me that he lives alone.

Den would share his darkest secret, something he does to unwind and think that no one knows about-not even his nosy sister. It involves coarse fur woven into yarn and two tall needles. And he is delighted to have someone to teach it to. (It's knitting, the fur is rat, there's a lot of big rats in the tunnels)

As a bonus;

Bosch would make me some tea, sit me down and then tell me to stop dawdling and just write. And when I inevitably tell him where he can stick that advice, he'd add, "didn't say it had to be good, just do it. Even if you don't wanna, do it anyway, or it'll be harder when you do."

#writeblr #oc writers block #tag game

[izzy-b-hands]

I know everyone on here only knew her via my occasional posts about work (back when I worked at the clinic in ND), but I wanted to post a small something about Pam, in honour of her passing today.

Pam had been at the clinic longer than any of us. And she was truly one of those employees that helped keep things running. She knew each doctor (but the MDs in particular, always the pickier and more needy than the ODs) like the back of her hand, in both scheduling requirements and overall likes and hates and needs. At first, she scared the ever-loving fuck out of me. She could be gruff, and occasionally outright mean, though I will always be grateful to her for the kindness she showed me compared to other trainees. Some of that may have come at first because she knew/worked alongside my mum for a few years prior to my being hired, but in time I found out that she simply did like me. Appreciated that I wanted to work hard and be better at everything in my life. Understood that life hadn't necessarily been kind or fair to me or my family and understood that well, because it hadn't been to her either.

Occasionally she'd be gone from work due to her Crohn's, and other chronic issues, and that was only what she'd tell you about. The implication was that, while she overall was quite happy with how things had ended up, there had been a lot of rough shit in between that had toughened Pam up a lot. It made her seem impossible to get to know to some, but I can say it was worth the work. Underneath the shell she'd had to grow to get through, there was a very kind, understanding woman who genuinely wanted the best for those she saw as doing their best in a world that's not easy for anyone to live in, even in the best of times and circumstances.

I admit, we did all encourage less than ideal parts of each other. She smoke too much and drank too much (and during the time in my life when I drank, we overdid it on her favourite long island iced teas more than once during happy hour after work.) But it helped to deal with things as work at the clinic got harder and things changed, unfortunately for the worse both for staff and patients (but I digress on that. The place is still running with Pam and I and many others gone, like any other privately owned rural clinic. When they're one of the few places open for care, they always straggle on no matter what they do to anyone else.) None of the above mentioned changed how fucking hard she worked though, and how she'd put her own job on the line to help out coworkers and patients alike whenever the chance arose.

That said, we helped get each other through the rougher days, and she gave me fantastic life advice in the times in between. Advice that finally helped get me out of ND, in fact, when it became clear that living there was no longer safe. Some of her best bits that I've engraved into my head are: 'there's always another job out there, another place to live, another person to meet that might be a friend to you. Don't let despair override your chance at something better, kinder, or easier. Take the treats that you can in life, whether that's a good drink or a favourite food or outing (she enjoyed the casino herself.) Don't worry too much about overindulging, because the time here is too fucking short anyway for it to matter in the way you think it will. Live your life, and feel it all in full, because it'll go by you faster than you expect.'

So tonight, with Housemate, I'm going to try and take her advice. I'm going to let myself be sad and miss her. I'll let myself be sad that it happened the way it did (barely a few days in hospice, from a cancer that it seems she didn't know about until very near the end. I only hope they had good meds to help her not hurt so much and that they let her have a few drinks and cigarettes if she wanted them.) We'll eat a good dinner, with food and drink that we like, and we'll look to see what we can send for flowers to her funeral (her sisters and nephews, I'm told, are doing their best to set it all up, but aside from that and past coworkers, I don't know if there's much of anyone else left to go to it or send anything. The least I can do to thank her for treating me with kindness and care when others didn't is to send flowers, I think.)

And I'll have a little, non-alcoholic, toast to her life and memory. May her memory be a blessing, and may whatever there is after this life be kind to Pam. She deserves that and more.

#text post #long post #she'd take the everloving piss out of me for this write up funny enough #too emotional and sad and focused on her #because she'd always drift focus away from her if she could #but damn it pam you deserve an emotional write up because even on the days we butted heads I was still grateful to have you around #and it doesn't feel real that you should be gone in a matter of days with all of us barely getting a chance to find out what was happening #but that's the way I imagine she wanted it and that was her right in the end of her life to have it exactly as she wanted #just like how she'd insist on them adding extra shots to her long island iced teas lol

[oliviaamendola]

[ 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 ] - 𝓉𝑜𝓂 & 𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒶

tom: do we come to the reality that friendships as adults is just another area in out adult lives that we have to figure out? i do miss the days when you could just say you liked someone's shirt on a playground and they become your best friend. i try to be but you're kind and i can't overlook that. it takes a lot to be kind these days. it was lovely to see you in berlin, love. did you have a good time getting to be a part of the culture? it fascinating to be at a proper oktoberfest. when i tell you that mia loved getting to meet you, i truly mean that. she absolutely loved your little family and that makes me realize we need to get together more often. care to make this a monthly thing? now that would be hilarious to see! went the opposite direction on the skills but how lovely your house would be when he's older and can play music for you all. christmas carols on the piano? i may have to crash your holidays. i have a feeling that scarlett and mia will be running over these boys before they even know it. i can only send pictures if you promise to send me them in return because this smile? why are they always so precious when they don't have teeth? pure gums. she's got a beauty to her then and i have no doubt that she gets it from you. would you say that weston looks more like danny then? i can see the similarities in their features. oh, i would never. besides, we all get overly emotional about our kids. they're our greatest treasures, least that's how i see it so you're fully warranted to go off about how much you adore them. they're yours and the best parts of you, yeah? has it been nice having kids close together? i tend to think about having more kids, now more than i ever have because mia is getting closer to being one but... it's mental thinking about her growing up and being a big sister eventually. i know that i'm ready but i just need the greenlight from nat since she's the one that calls that shots. she had a relatively easy pregnancy with mia but i want her to be ready more than anything. one of five? ah, one more and i am so i do get it. are you the youngest? oldest, like me? how has the season been going for danny?

Liv: it's just harder. when you're a kid, you see your friends every day at school or in the neighborhood. when you're an adult, your friends could be all over the world so it takes actual effort to keep the friendship. which i don't hate at all, because the people who want to be in your life make that effort. it doesn't mean you talk every day, but effort is effort in my eyes. what's the sense in being mean? feels like a wasted effort in my opinion. germany was really fun! i'd never been before so it was amazing to be there during such an iconic time. big fan of the dirndl. have you been before? aww, what a sweetheart! mia is stunning and you might have a little model on your hands. can we? i could kiss her cute little cheeks all day long and scarlett loved having someone a little more alert than her brother to play with. if you ever want to come to vegas to catch a game, let me know. though i wouldn't be offended if vegas is the last place you want to visit 😂 my entire family is musical – we all sing and play at least one instrument. danny has a nice voice and plays the guitar, so it's really not an option that these kids will be musical in some way. you're more than welcome to crash any time, especially if we're in rhode island because christmas there is nothing short of pure magic. of course! you don't have to ask me twice considering my camera roll is mostly of them. and you better be sending mia pics in exchange! aww, thank you. obviously i think she's gorgeous but it's nice hearing it from an unbiased source too! a little bit! his eyes are darker, but he reminds me a lot of scarlett so it'll be interesting to see if he grows more into his amendola side. ideal for me, because a mini danny would be the cutest thing! hopefully they're the best parts of us. it's all any parent wants for their kids, right? i've enjoyed their close age range. it's hard right now because they're both so dependent on us but i think that they'll be close when they're older. and it helps that we're still on diaper duty with scarlett so we didn't get spoiled with having to go back to them. i've heard that's the worst, haha! one is still little, but there's no right or wrong way to go. you have to do what's best for you and your family, and sometimes it just happens and it's a nice surprise when it does. whether mia is one or eleven, she's going to be an amazing big sister! smart man to realize it's your wife who calls the shots! every pregnancy is different too. scarlett was a fairly quick birth and weston came twice as fast, which was slightly terrifying but not at the same time since we had already been through it once before. you're the oldest? how old is your youngest sibling? no, i'm right in the middle – the neglected middle child, which speaks so much to my personality haha! @tcmhcll

#text: tom h. #ooc: moving this here if you don't mind!

[batboyblog]

thank you so much. your words are so sweet and thoughtful, you are a very lovely person for taking your time to talk to a stranger online when you had no obligation to. you're incredibly kind.

it's incredibly funny that you mention challah specifically, because one of the things i did after learning about grandma's story was researching a lot more about jewish customs in eastern europe. in doing so, i learned about babka. it's a bread with chocolate rolled into the dough, something i grew up eating - mostly my mom's version, but when we visited my grandparent's house grandma would make it for us with crushed walnuts. i loved it so much as a kid one of my first worries when my teeth started changing was 'how am i gonna eat grandma's chocolate bread now'. We called it chocolate bread, because up until the point of my research I had no idea it was called babka, or that it was a jewish desert from eastern europe. i keep catching these little things our family does that i thought nothing of until now, and that i keep learning are jewish customs. i have no idea how grandma managed to keep the recipe for it, she was so young when she migrated. maybe it was her sister, she was 4 years or so older. and to think that it survived to me and my cousin is striking. grandma is very old now, so i dont want to talk to her about this and risk upsetting her or making her sad, and i wish id had their brother to talk to - from what our aunt says, he was a lot more open about being jewish, albeit not about having fled Poland. So this has been a unique conversation for me. Thank you for letting me open up.

What you say about learning touches me. I want to learn more, to keep learning about this and to do so before Grandma passes on. She and her siblings were so brave, it's an honor to even think of having that story with me.

i hope you know deep in your heart that your words have given me a warmth like none other. thank you.

I love babka! and it is amazing they kept the recipe (and wonderful)

if you like cooking/baking I'd recommend picking up King Solomon's Table, Honey Cake & Latkes: Recipes from the Old World by the Auschwitz-Birkenau Survivors, The Book of Jewish Food, Modern Jewish Baker by Shannon Sarna, Jew-ish by Jake Cohen

any ways on your grandmother, in the last few years my 3 living grandparents passed away in their 90s and I miss them very much. I found each of them much more interested in telling their stories, talking about people who died before my parents were born. This was particularly true after my grandfather's older brother passed and my grandmother's sister. I think we as people have a need to share and an obligation to speak of the dead. I don't know her, but I hope you get to talk about this or at least some part of it, ask whose babka recipe it is, did her mother teach them both? or just her older sister who showed her? or was it their big brother? were they bakers in the old country? I know it gave my grandmother a great deal of comfort when she got Alzheimer's to share photos of her parents with us and tell their story before it was too late, I think focusing on the end of the story is maybe a mistake, she had a life before that and I hope maybe she can remember it for what it was, good.

We're all running out of time with them, every year they do The March of the Living, a march between Auschwitz and Birkenau, in 2019 the march was lead by 70 survivors, in 2022 the first post-Covid march, just 8 and people are saying it might be the last that has any... time is running out. When they're gone, it won't be gone, but our ability to... touch it, to see past horror to find the people the real people, it'll be so much harder

oh I'd also recommend Born to Kvetch, Just say Nu, and Rhapsody in Schmaltz by Michael Wex since at a guess Yiddish was your grandma's first language.

any ways good luck with all this, I do think you should talk with your grandma, just be sensitive in how you do it

shalom and good luck.

#Jewish #Jumblr #holocoust

[pixyys]

I trust you'll be able to handle it, but please know that I'll be here to help if you need it.

And 'punny pickup lines' you say? Well, colour me curious. Lippmann says that nobody can beat his pickup lines, however I do look forward to you saying your pickup lines to him. He's been practising his nonstop and it is kind of getting annoying now.

Rest assured, I will never think of doing that sacrilegious deed. And of course I will always consider Silver's feelings. What type of leader would I be if I upset her? I don't think you too would be happy if I didn't consider her feelings, so please don't worry too much my dear sister.

I followed your advice and took Silver on her offer. The piano is much harder than it seems; each note is different, and all the keys seem the same. However, Silver said that my fingers were quite long and slender, and it was good for piano. She even compared her hand size to mine and seemed sad in a dramatic way, but afterwards she played Chopin's Fantaisie Impromptu with such grace and speed... it was as if her hand size barely mattered. I wonder if I can be like her someday; now I'm more determined to master the piano.

I have to go now, Albatross is calling me. Tell me when you're free, because Lippmann is offering to take us all to see his movie.

-🎹

p.s. I have learned quite a few pickup lines already. I wonder how Silver will like them? Afterall, her pickup lines make me feel... quite abnormal recently. I'm sure it'll pass though

dear brother,

thank you for your kind words! they really helped me pull through and i managed to wrap up almost everything in the expense of my sleep hours. i think i'm starting to see things, but that's nothing a nice cup of coffee can't fix, so there's nothing to worry lmaoo/hj

but nevermind me! lippmann said nobody can beat his pick up lines? in that case, tell him i'm very looking forward to hear his lines. i never back down from challenges, haha. speaking of, i should probably practice mine too. i wonder if i can ask silver to help me..

also, glad to hear i can trust you. as expected of my brother. and what's this? the pianoman finally learns the piano? lmao i'm happy you take interest in playing it, as long you are happy. and yes! ive never heard silver play the piano before, but i can tell how wonderful her performance was through your words alone. though are you sure it was her performance that you're mesmerized by? not the pianist herself?👀 nevertheless, i'm sure with her guidance, you'll be as good as her in no time.

good luck! and tell albatross i said hi! i'll ring you up as soon as i'm free. please extend my thanks to lippmann, i'm excited to see his newest movie with all of you.

p.s. but will it truly pass though?👀 jokes aside, go for it, bro. maybe try inviting her to our movie night. you can try your pick up lines by then. leave it to me to distract everyone👍

#im having way too much fun with this😭 #i really hope you can make that rp acc #[mail] #[rp with silver]

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

Do you have any friends or family members that could keep you from being lonely? Even just a really nice relationship is enough to not make you lonely. I know for me if I didn't have my gf and I just had my best friend that I love so much I wouldn't be so lonely cause we have such a good friendship~ I do recommend looking for friends online as it's a really fun way to male friends or even start writing letters to people around the world, it'll make you feel less alone as there will be someone across the world thinking of you:) relationships aren't everything in this world, just going slow and starting new friendships could be a way to start not feeling so lonely. I just want you to be more happy, I really do hope you feel more happier and feel like you truly belong in a relationship with a perfect woman ♡ a lesbian to another lesbian who felt so so lonely too, I know you can find somehow to not feel all these negative feelings. I believe in you 🤲💕

Hello anon!

Awww that’s so lovely ! I’m so happy for you that you have such a great support system and such lovely people around you 😊💕 I wish you all the best with your friend and your GF!

Honestly the people I probably speak to the most are my sister, her boyfriend and my support workers lol. I have two friends that I’ve known for a while, but one lives far away so I probably only see her about twice a year, and she also moved away when I was like 13 so she’s got a new group of friends and stuff around her. (Which absolutely isn’t a bad thing!!) so she’s also changed and grown in ways that are different. We definitely still keep in touch and love her and want her in my life we just don’t talk as much or see each other and awful lot.

I have another friend who lives near be but again I don’t talk to her an awful lot. And she’s really nice but she holds some homophobic views that can be pretty triggering to me at times so that can make things hard. I don’t want to just cut her off but I don’t speak to her an awful lot either.

I’ve tried to maybe make some friendships with some people I met at the hospital but that’s a bit stagnant at the moment. Honestly I think I’m just really bad at socialising. I think I also don’t have a lot of “adult” things going for me that can make it harder for other adults to want to hang out with me. I still live at home, I don’t drive, I don’t work, I’m not in a relationship - all these things add up. They are all things people use to bond with one another and I just don’t have any of them lol. So I understand why people wouldn’t want to hang out with me. I’m just a hermit who lives in her room. That’s not very appealing for a lot of people lol.

I’m very grateful for my sister and her bf though. But again you know they’ve moved out and are living there own life. So I see them a lot less now. Maybe about one day a week on average.

And while I love my support workers they are paid to be with me so it’s not the same ahahaha.

I want to try harder to maybe join some groups irl or something just so I can meet people. If nothing else to just expand my window of tolerance or develop my social skills a bit more.

But thank you so much for being so kind and taking the time to send this to me. I really appreciate it!! I hope you have a wonderful day 💕💕

#asks #anon #answered

[prince-of-brats]

Asshole..

Cw: wedgies, rape, painal

"Big dumb stupid meanie!" I whined as my big sister hooked the leg holes of my undies to a hook and let me dangle from it. I kicked and squirmed but these were a very strong pair, looks like I wasn't getting down til big sis said I could.

"Let me down~! My butt hurts!" I groaned and crossed my arms when she shook her head. "Nope, bratty little bros get hung up by their underwear." I mumbled and pouted. "Wasn't even being a brat...." Big sis held up her arm, scratches and bite marks littered her skin. "I don't think good kittys bite and scratch when I rub their tummies. Especially if they asked me to." I huffed but didn't say anything, knowing she was completely right. Eventually she let me down though, about an hour later because I wouldn't shut up. "Finally! Asshole... making my poor butt sore......" She lifted me by my undies, making me squeal, and took me to her room where she threw me on the bed. "Since I'm such an asshole, why don't I fuck yours!" She slid my underwear off and I heard her zipper. "W-Wait big sis! I sorry! Please, please! I'll be good!" She manhandled me into doggy, rubbing her tip against my tight little asshole. "Nononono I can't take it please! Too big!" She pressed her tip inside and I whimpered loudly, the pain bringing tears to my eyes quickly. Suddenly, she thrust hard, getting most of her cock inside. I cried out and tears starting rolling down my face quickly, she loved how easy it was to make me cry. She thrust again, bottoming out inside me this time. She then pushed my face into the pillow, being the pillow prince I am, I don't protest at all. I cried and screamed as she began pounding my asshole. I keep getting close but I just can't seem to cum from anal.. "Please, fuck my cunt! It'll lube you up! It'll make me cum! Please, need to do cummies so bad.." After a while it seems to get easier for her to ruin me, the blood acting as lube and she fucked me harder. After a while she came inside and I squirmed, overly sensitive. I went limp and just whined and sniffled as she filled me up. "N-No more?" I weakly asked, fucked out and weak. "For now...." She then put my undies back on me and quickly hung me back on the hook....

#late night writinf #sorry if bad i sleepy #thinking about someonr rn....