#I am just bitching I know this is what I'm doing shhh

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*flails hands of warning* I am being depressing here!!! Fatalistic even! I'm trying to words why I'm enjoying this less than other murder minecraft! I'm talking about concerns I have! Please don't read if this is going to upset you!!! Or if you wanna fight! I'm just hashing out my thoughts!!! Because I can't go back to watch and enjoy and chill until I've been through with them! Gotta pour salt on the ground before I can fill the bottle up with sugar! This is only me talking shit not me talking about bits I've liked which have absolutely existed and if I was having no fun I'd just turn the ducking streams off and not come back! It's just morning and I hurt anx so I'm grumpy!

tbh my biggest concern with purgatory is the knock on effects after it for ccs who genuinely seem not to be having fun. Like they can just not play more, but IC bridges are still burnt (often with OC friends which is miserable to play long term), and like... I'm not actually sure how long Etoiles even if he drops now could still enjoy stuff if q!phil still has issue with q!etoiles after. And I'm pretty sure at least some of them would back off to let those who did have fun continue trajectories it sent them on, and I would miss them?

And it sucks because I know there is fun to be had here, but it's not to everyone's tastes? And it's the people who aren't or weren't having fun who get the biggest consequences after? Because it's an RP reward for a PvP event?

I guess the biggest part of my problem and why I keep thinking there has to be an around or loophole for the eggs it is because it's an rp reward for a mechanics event? And yes all has some rp and some mechanics, but the eggs are most valued as characters at this point. And the fact it's an rp reward means people not having fun are going to have a much harder time stepping away from it.

I'm also concerned about people (red) logging in as much as they are. Because they do not log in that often normally and it's going to burn some of them out.

Idk I want to have fun and I enjoy bloodbaths, but the stakes feel wonky and it's really hard when the people on at my timezome either aren't having fun, are bitching about it, or have potential massive knock on consequences.

If they lose their eggs to this, Fit and Phil are going to be unwatchable. I already can't manage Tubbo. If Fit is miserable Pac is miserable, if Pac is miserable Mike is miserable. For most of the streams I remember it's just those guys hanging out with their eggs. Which we havent had for a while and honestly I kinda enjoy seeing less of them but for the angst because it opens more options, but imagine how fucking intolerable Fit and Phil are going to be near each other if only one of them's egg/s survive? Because the other one did something? Theyd both understand but theyd both be /awful/. Add in that Etoiles is rifted with Phil and oh look theres everything that regularly happens for the PoV that best matches my schedule gone (I enjoy Tazercraft more, but Phil has my exact schedule, so I tend to follow him because no language barrier and I don't miss bits of development for him)

And I know the stakes are the same for everyone, but they're not? Pomme and Richas are basically safe, which covers other morning hours. And Leo and Dapper are also in massive danger, but I don't watch that late normally, so it's less of a concern for me personally?

It's why I have to tell myself the reward isn't the reward, because if it is, everything gets shifted in directions I am not interested in seeing.

Now I think I wonder if part of the reason Phil is depressing to watch is that he's run the same numbers I have, from the same assumption of you can save 4/7 eggs if you win, and realised he can't save both Chayanne and Tallulah even if he wins. Which yeah he has the overthrow the eye thought he did actually share with someone this session but we keep being told it's pure PvP by like Quackity. Which. Tbh pure PvP leads me towards either there is no cursed team or the cursed team is only defined after the fact because??? The stakes??? In terms of reward one team losing is clearly worse???

I also as an aside think it'd really help if the admins were open with the players about how the mechanics work, and had been open in advance about the exact timescale. No hate to them, they obviously want secrets and surprises, but I'm sure Cellbit would be less annoyed if he'd known 2 weeks not like 4 days so he didnt plan and commit as hard to a specific arc plots for himself, or if its had been suggested to wait until after to start something big, and Etoiles would be happier if he could see how scoring worked and knew how shit was assembled so he could more accurate judge what is fair. Shit like beds not working as respawn points and if armour actually is not giving defence should absolutely have been told in advance, though, and to everyone. Admins are new to PvP running so entirely understandable and theres obviously so much work gone into it and they want this to go well and people to have fun, but its misery.

Also splitting people from their friends was obviously intentional but is absolutely contributing to people feeling miserable. Both the ccs who are and the watchers.

Pulling back to morning hours again where dynamics are a huge part (I assume later streamers too but I know these)... Tazercraft are split (potentially interesting but I really really hope they played this in advance especially given how little Mike can get on atm and that they /stream together/ when time allows), and Phil has nobody who shares his stream times and he regularly spends time with on his team (which when we account for afterwards and knock on effects... ow, because people arent going to long term adjust their schedules over this or at least shouldn't). Fit and Pac are managing to still be cute, but can they sustain it over this divide? Tubbo and Fit were already on shaky grounds and this will make them worse. Mike is barely here because life.

Lose any eggs and have the tension from it split up morning hours and honestly I'd rather Phil just streamed hardcore a while because then at least its solo player isolated not cut yourself from your friends and loved ones over a BS AI making you betray each other for what you thought was the sake of your children.

After the first day where I watched Missa farming stream I've only really watched red and green, but blues spawn fucking sucks and is misery itself.

I am begging for team back up hours sometime, but the more Quackity talks the less I expect it.

But, really, my biggest problem is the streamers I enjoy or at least their characters are fucking miserable, when I try change PoV its still miserable, and as far as I can tell they're going to continue being miserable once the event is over.

#qsmp neg #fandom neg #I am just bitching I know this is what I'm doing shhh #Let me get the salt out so I can enjoy it again later #Also I dont want plot deathed eggs because we've already had 2 months of grief arc from their parents #And I dont want shit to just keep getting worse #There needs to be a win and a break /sometime/ #Genuinely want green to get a win #And for red to throw #Just for today #Like istg guys if the cursed thing is real you need to keep the teams balanced for a bit

[ellebakers]

☆ Too bad | Part two (+18)

Ethan Landry x reader

PREVIOUS

Warning(s) : sex, mention of death, blood.

You were sleeping peacefully when the ringing of your phone woke you up. Eyes half-closed, you groped your bedside table looking for your cell phone, once in hand, you unlocked it and saw three messages from Bradley.

"I'm breaking up with you. The sex was good but that's it, I'm getting tired of you. Bye."

Without even realizing it, you sat against your headboard. You were shocked, a lot of emotions were going through you, sadness, fear, hate, a lot of hate.

"Are you serious ?"

Read. That asshole had the audacity not to answer. You screamed in anger and threw your phone on your bed. Tears rolled down your cheeks, having heard your cry, your roommates, Tara and Sam, rushed into your room.

The eldest of the Carpenters held a knife in her hand, after all, Ghostface was back, but seeing you cry, she dropped her gun and rushed to hug you. Tara picked up your phone and looked over the conversation with Bradley.

"Shhh, breathe and tell me what's going on." Sam stroked your hair as, unable to speak, you clutched her sweater for fear of falling. Tara stroked your thigh and showed Sam your phone.

The two sisters looked at each other with hatred towards your, now ex-boyfriend. But right now their priority was you.

They spent the rest of the night with you, you finally managed to fall asleep in the morning after crying all the tears in your body for an asshole.

If only you knew the truth. The truth is that Ethan had sent this message from Bradley's phone after putting his body in the trunk of his father's car, and after cleaning the apartment from top to bottom to leave no trace of blood.

To say Wayne was upset was an understatement. He was standing against his police car hidden in an alley as Ethan stripped down to the Ghostface costume. "Holy shit Ethan. That wasn't part of the plan."

The brunette put on his denim jacket and rolled his eyes.

"I know, but that guy was an asshole and he was investigating me. Eventually he would have found out that I'm related to Richie."

Wayne crossed his arms and sighed. "Did you do it to save your ass, or did you do it for Y/n ?"

Ethan avoided his father's gaze, which made the old man laugh. "I knew it! Shit. Look, I know what it is, I was young too. So if you want some good advice, fuck her and then. Kill her." The boy clenched his jaw. "I know you like her, but she's responsible for Richie's death just as much as Sam and the others."

Wayne put his hands on his son's shoulders. "I know it's hard, but we can't kill them all but her."

Ethan nodded at his father and the man smiled, satisfied. "I'll fix this little problem, you go take a shower and take care of Y/n."

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You were sitting on your bed, trying to distract yourself by sorting through your emails when Ethan knocked on your bedroom door.

He came in and sat down next to you. "How do you feel ?"

Without looking up from your screen, you sighed. "I'm doing well."

Ethan carefully closed your computer. "Y/n, you can talk to me."

"What do you want me to tell you ? I've been feeling like shit ever since my boyfriend blew me off like an old sock, moreover, via text. Do I feel like I've been taken for a bitch ? Yes. Am I in pain ? Yes. Do I dream of killing him ? Absolutely fucking yes."

Ethan bit his lip to keep himself from smiling when he heard you mention Bradley's murder.

"Do you realize?! Six months of faking orgasms because I loved him. Six less whores waiting for him to go away and make me cum on my own, just because I loved him."

Hearing you say you did it all out of love for Bradley was driving him crazy. How could you love a guy like that when you could have him.

Ethan put a hand on your bare thigh, since you were in shorts, and made little circles with his thumb. Feeling his skin on yours made you look up at your best friend.

"You deserve better." You didn't know why but you were getting closer and closer to his lips as he spoke. "You deserve someone who treats you like the goddess you are."

"Ethan." You whispered as your lips were inches apart. He put his hands in your neck. "Let me be that person." And he crushed his lips on you. The kiss felt like fireworks as he laid you under him. Instinctively you spread your thighs and he took this opportunity to rub his pelvis between your legs which made you moan.

He detached himself from your lips to attack your neck, alternating between biting and sucking lightly.

He slipped one of his hands into your shorts and applied pressure to your clit through your panties. You closed your eyes and threw your head back with your mouth open.

"I barely touched you and you're already wet."

You bit your lip as he inserted one finger inside you, then two. You rippled your pelvis moaning. "You have no idea how many times I imagined us like that." He had you at his mercy, and he loved it. At this point you couldn't take it anymore, you felt the orgasm approaching so quickly that it made you ashamed. As if Ethan felt it too, he pulled his fingers out and ripped off your shorts and panties. He parted your thighs and pulled you to him. He rubbed his erection against you, only to make you wet even more.

"You feel that. It's the state you leave me in all the time."

He put his hand around your throat and squeezed lightly, and that simple gesture could have made you cum. The last six months the sex with Bradley was good, but it had never been bestial with you, and that's what you were looking for. To think that your best friend, the nice, shy Ethan, was making you wet like never before, you would never have believed it if someone had told you. Without wasting time he turned you around, leaving you on all fours. As you were about to ask him what he was waiting for, he spread your legs even more, and without warning, he slipped under you, and with a gesture he drew your pussy to his mouth.

You started to lose your balance but quickly clung to your headboard.

It took you a while before you came to your senses, once you celebrated, you put your hand between your legs to stroke Ethan's hair, who was doing the maneuvers with his tongue. Sucking, licking, up and down, in circles. Your moans grew louder and louder as you rocked your pelvis against his face. Ethan reached under your top and pinched your already rock hard nipples.

"Ethan...shit, I'm going to cum."

Without realizing it, you had Ethan lift you up and put you back on your back. He stood up and scanned the room with his eyes. You growled and pointed a threatening index finger at him. "If you don't make me cum I'll-" You didn't have time to finish your sentence as Ethan grabbed your arm and led you to your office. Suddenly, he knocked over everything that was on it and he laid you on top.

He lowered his pants and his boxers and without even giving you time to touch or even see his member, he penetrated you violently, snatching a pornographic cry from you.

There was nothing romantic about it, he was just fucking you and god did you like it.

He continued to make you come and go in you, more and more strongly. Tears were running down your cheeks, the feeling was so good. "Ethan, fuck me harder."

The boy smiled devilishly at you and withdrew from you. He picked you up, you turned, belly against the desk. He put his jeans belt around your neck and took a handful of your hair in his hand, then, unlike the first time, he penetrated you millimeter by millimeter, making you writhe with pleasure. He approached your ear and licked it.

"You want me to fuck you like I imagined ?"

"It depends, were you fucking me hard ?"

He laughed and put his mouth to your ear. "More than you think." You pressed your ass against him and moaned, motioning him to move.

With a bang he started, then his punches got faster and faster and harder. He tugged on your hair, and on the belt.

There was a reason you put your office here, it was the breathtaking view of New York. And that's what you saw as your best friend brought you closer and closer to orgasm.

"I want all of New York to see me fucking you." And with that, you cum on his cock that you felt since he hadn't put on a condom. It was bigger than Bradley's, much bigger.

You were trying to catch your breath but Ethan hadn't come and he kept moving. You already felt a second orgasm approaching. "Ethan, stop it, I'll-" But you didn't have time to finish, your second orgasm came over you at the same time as Ethan. Your best friend gently lay on top of you, out of breath. He took off the belt which had left a pretty red mark on your neck.

He helped you up, then he accompanied you to the bathroom, but his behavior was strange. As if he were someone else. You paid no attention and took a shower. Once clean, you put on your pajamas and got out of the shower, you took your phone and smiled when you saw a message from Tara.

"I understand you and Ethan are busy. Chad and I will come a little later. Please tell me when you're done."

When you had just sent him your answer, you approached Ethan who had his back turned towards you in the kitchen. "You regret ?"

You asked worried, because you didn't regret it. You saw him shake his head. "I don't regret having slept with you, I just regret what I'm going to have to do." You frown and laugh nervously. "What are you talking about ?"

He turned and you gasped as a hot sensation scorched your stomach. You looked down and saw Ethan's hand holding the knife he had just stuck in your stomach.

He pulled it out, which hurt you even more and you fell to the ground. He ran his hand through his hair, crying. "I'm sorry, but I had to do it. I had to kill Bradley, I didn't think I had to kill you but my father ordered me to."

With what little strength you had left, you rolled onto your stomach and tried to slide to the front door.

Ethan got on top of you and gently turned you onto your back. "I love you Y/n. I didn't think I would fall in love with you, but I did. I'm so sorry, I hope you forgive me."

He put his knife in your hand and whispered to you. "Tell him you killed me, it was self-defense and then leave this town please." Then, he clasped your hand on the handle of the knife with his own and he aimed the blade straight into his throat. He spat blood, and fell on you. Too tired and shocked, you didn't try to push his body. You closed your eyes and prayed it was all just a bad dream.

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“I May Be Drunk But I Don’t Lie”

𖤐Pairing: Fiancé! Alejandro x F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, hints of smut, mentions of a child, language, drinking, drunk talk, praising, slight somnophilia, manhandling, male masterbaition, hand job, blowjob, slight aggressiveness, P in V, edging,

𖤐Summary: Alejandro comes home drunk after going out with his friends

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12:20AM

Alejandro was doing karaoke drunk karaoke, singing Firework by Katy Parry with Soap, it was more of yelling at each other than singing really.

"Ah! Maldito idiota, jabon, (you fucking idiot, Soap) that's my line!" Alejandro yells.

"Shut up! There are no designated lines," Soap yells as well.

After a while Alejandro and the guys were now drunk off their asses and being loud, the bartender soon called them an UBER cause ain't NO WAY they are driving and most likely all their wives were asleep, and don't want to come pick up their drunk husbands.

Alejandro, Soap and Ghost were arms linked with each other as they marched to the UBER and Price and Gaz all laughed at their stupidity.

"Where to?" The UBER driver asked.

"Home, driver!" Soap yells.

"Uhh~?"

"Here," Price gave him his phone with all their addresses and the first one was Alejandro.

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1:12AM

Alejandro saw his home and called out in the car that it was his place. He opened his front door and called into his home, kicking his shoes off at the front door and started undressing himself and heading to the master bedroom.

Alejandro bumped into the wall and apologized to it before leaning on the bedroom door frame, his hands on top of the doorway and looked at his sleeping wife.

She was on her side her hand resting on her baby sons plump stomach, he must've just eaten. Alejandro walked in hitting his knee on the bedpost of the bed.

"Ow, bitch," he grumbles under his breath.

He put on some pajama pants, no shirt and looked at his wife, then at his son. Santiago let out a soft yawn and moved his head to the other side.

Alejandro pushed himself closer to his wife. His crotch against her ass, she slightly stirs in her sleep, her other hand almost knowing where his head was.

"Mmm~?" She hums.

"Shhh~" he shushes Y/n, his right hand holding her waist still pressed against her.

"Ale."

"I'm here, mi amor (my love)," he says, kissing her neck then behind her ear. "You look so good."

"You're drunk," she mumbles.

"And what if I am?"

"How'd you get home?"

"An UBER," he says, kissing her neck again. He slightly grinds on her ass, they both let out a soft moan. Y/n looked at her baby son, and quickly picked him up.

"Mami," Alejandro whines.

"I have to put him back," she whispered yells at him.

Alejandro groans and looks up at the ceiling then at the tent in his pants. He pulls his cock out being impatient and started to pump himself.

He closed his eyes and imagined his hand as his wife's. Pumping himself faster and faster, his thumb pad moving against his tip. He then feels his wife's hand, she moves his hand and looked down at her.

"Starting without me?" She asked, leaning down and kissing his tip and then kissing under his dick.

He smirks and lets her do all the work, his left hand behind his head and his right getting a handful of her hair.

Her tongue felt good around him. He tossed his head back and bucked his hips up, his dick the back of her throat.

"God, I forget how good your mouth feels," he groans. "God, keep going, mi amor," he says.

She looks up at him through her messy bed hair. She closed her eyes and started to move faster, he helps every now and then, bucking his hips up and loving the feeling of her humming around him sending vibrations through his body.

Y/n knows when he's close to coming, when he throws his head back and a deep moan comes from his lips.

She pulls her mouth away and now earning a deep groan, he was annoyed that she moved her mouth.

"Hey," he says, looking at her a bit annoyed, but his annoyed expression left when he watched her strip from her pajamas. Removing her silk top seeing her harden nipples, then pulling her shorts down seeing no panties. "Holy fuck," he says.

She crawls on top of him and lines himself at her entrance. Her left hand on his shoulder and her right trying to coax him inside of her, but his patience ran thin and he had Y/n on her back and him above her.

"Ale-"

"SHH!" He lets out a sharp 'shush' and pushed himself inside of her quickly hitting her spot, earning a loud moan from her.

"AH!" She moans.

"Shhh, now, you don't want to wake up, Santi, do we?"

"N-No."

"Good...little cockblocker, remember when he woke up and we were both close to coming?"

"Ale-Alejandro."

"Yes?"

"Shut up, p-please," she moans.

"Yes, ma'am," he says, kissing her lips as his thrusted inside of her.

He stuck his tongue inside her mouth, tongue fighting, he pulls away and saliva hit her chin and some landing on her chest. He attacks her neck, kissing her and leaving some purple bruises on her neck.

Her fingers went through his dark brown hair kissing her cheek and then neck.

"Alejandro, I-I'm close-"

"I know, mi amor, I am too," he moans thrusting a few more times, but they were getting sloppy.

She threw her head back, moaning and feeling a knot in her stomach, she falls on her back, her hands being held down by Alejandro's right hand.

"Fuck, fuck, you're so good, mi amor," he coos, kissing her neck.

He grabs her wrists pulling her up, so she was back on top of him, she bounces on his dick. But she could barely keep herself up. She fell on Alejandro chest and he starts thrusting up.

"A-Ale-"

"I know, I know, come, mi amor, come," he says as she felt herself coming down his dick, he pulls out and cum squirts from his tip, his hands resting on her hips.

As Y/n had fallen on his chest.

"Mi amor?" He hears soft snores from her. "Amor? Are you asleep?"

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7:00AM

Y/n had woken up to the sound of giggling, she knew it was Santiago, but what was he laughing at? Y/n was completely naked under the covers as she heard Santiago.

She grabs a shirt off the floor along with some clean panties from her dresser. She goes down the hall and saw Alejandro, on his side playing with Santiago's stuff animals.

Alejandro brought the stuffed dinosaur to Santiago's nose and made a 'boop' sound.

Santiago then looked past Alejandro and started to make grabby hands towards, Y/n. She walked in and sat next to Alejandro picking up her baby boy.

"Good morning," Alejandro says.

"Good morning," she leans down and kiss his lips. "How's your head?" She asked.

"You should, I give the best don't I?" She didn't get it at first but once she got it, she playfully smacked him. "Alejandro! You know that's not what I meant," she groans as Alejandro laughs.

"Hurts a little, I took some headache medicine, but it wasn't kicked in yet," he says, now placing his head on Y/n's lap. Santiago placed his hands on Alejandro's face and Y/n placed him on Alejandro's chest.

"I'm going to make breakfast," she says and Alejandro lifted his head up.

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Y/n had Santiago in his highchair feeding him his breakfast. Alejandro watched from his spot, his beautiful wife feeding his baby boy. His palm against his face and his other was bring his fork to his mouth and eating.

"Alejandro?"

"Hm?"

"Once you're done eating could you unload the dishwasher, please? I have to change, Santi."

"Sure, mi amor," he says as she picked up Santiago and kissed Alejandro's temple and then lips.

"Thank you," she says as she walked away.

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[bunnakit]

last twilight ep 5 thoughts feelings etc.

eyy actually watched this earlier and rewatching it, so things should be a little less feral and unhinged. actually took notes my first watch through as well (wtf am i doing)

once again i love how stories are our constant companions in this show. i love how they keep playing with the parallels between worlds, it's one of my absolute favorite things in storytelling.

i love the fact that day is now 'invisible' in the world of badminton but he can still experience all of the joy of the game by supporting his friends. badminton was such a big part of his life and he doesn't have to leave it all behind, he just experiences it a little differently now.

film is so fucking pretty even covered in 'sweat.' i do love the show let her be 'sweaty' and disheveled instead of having perfect hair and make up after what was clearly a hard game. GIVE ME SWEATY WOMEN. (god im so gay)

so i said it last week but the only time we've ever seen mhok be violent is when he's been protecting the people close to him. (his garage bro, porjai x 2, etc) and we see him ready to do it again when august confronts day. there is no doubt in my mind that mhok was fully prepared to bury that bitch for even daring to make day the slightest bit afraid.

and god how scary does that have to be? you can't see, you're already nervous to be here, and suddenly someone is shouting at you - and maybe you don't recognize them at first because you haven't heard their voice in over a year but all you know is they're coming closer and they're so angry. i can't imagine anything scarier than that.

ahh, a broken picture frame representing a broken bond, an absolute classic metaphor. an oldie but a goodie.

once again i love that we see day's rage. anger really is such a big part of coming to terms with being disabled. i got some bad news a few weeks ago about my own disease and i've spent the last few weeks so angry and frustrated and then just sad. it's such a complex journey and the show is doing an absolutely brilliant job of showing that.

i do owe day's family a small smidgen of an apology since day is the one that asked it to be kept a secret, HOWEVER, i do think that conversation should have been revisited after a fucking year. how long were they just going to let him live in isolation? like cool for respecting his agency, not cool for letting him waste away in a tomb of his own making.

FINALLY WE GET MHOK OPENING UP.

so here's the thing with mhok. i love him. no - the real thing is i see so much of myself in him. my friends and family constantly get frustrated with me because i will never tell them when something is wrong or when i'm shouldering a lot of emotions about something. when i got the bad news about my disease i hid in my office and cried at my desk and then cleaned myself up and pretended nothing happened. fuck, i feel like i understand mhok on such a deep level.

not to get too into it but my own habits stem from neglect in my formative years, and i have to wonder if mhok's behavior maybe stems from his isolation in prison? oftentimes people with these behavior patterns will self isolate, either deal with or bury their emotions, and then emerge back into their friend group as if nothing happened. (am i talking about myself again? shhh.) mhok didn't really have a choice - sure you can write letters, have visitors, but a large part of his day was probably handling his grief in solitude. he's probably gotten so good at "handling it" and pushing everything down and dealing with everything in silence that he doesn't know how to handle it any other way now.

to make things worse, it happened over a year ago. he probably feels like he should be "over it" and not make it a big deal. maybe i'm projecting just a smidge (just a lot) but i do think it's something interesting to keep in mind. either way, him finally talking about rung to day is fucking MASSIVE, both for their relationship and mhok's emotional wellbeing.

august is fucking king of mixed signals and i don't super like that he looked for mhok's permission to lead day through the court. why the fuck are you looking at mhok when you could just ask day? if you look closely, as mhok is letting go day curls his fingers around the hand that mhok uses to remove his hand from his arm.

i do love we see mhok pushing day a little more out of his comfort zone as he did in earlier episodes.

porjai is so fucking pretty. is there anything more attractive than a woman in shorts and an oversized band tee? no. no there is not.

and again we see how much time and effort mhok has put into being day's caretaker - and his friend. he did research and learned methods that would make dining out easier for day. i love him so much! i don't know how day could still be thinking about august after that adorable little date.

UGH OKAY SO. HERE'S WHERE WE GET INTO MY BIG FEELINGS.

in my opinion, the theme of this episode has been "being late." here's why.

the boys were very nearly, or were, late to gee's badminton game

you could consider mhok 'late' to tell day about rung

day thinks he's too late to confess to august

mhok realizes he's come into day's life too late to receive his affection

and then we have august's literal late arrival (i still dont know what fucking game this jackass is playing)

this also ties in to a little trend i've been noticing in regards to mhok that oftentimes he's too late in life.

he was too late to save rung, and learned of her death late

he was too late to receive the mechanic job as it had 'already been given to someone else'

he was a late arrival to the interview to become day's caretaker

and again, he's entered day's life too late to receive his affection (or so he thinks)

i genuinely don't know if this is intentional, but i think it's something interesting to draw connections to.

anyway, again, i dont know what the fuck august's deal is but i can tell you if i was day i'd be getting over my feelings for him real fucking quick. i don't super like that august shows up, hears about day's feelings, and asks mhok to keep his being there a secret - but i do understand it and i do understand mhok's side of things. i don't think he does it out of his own selfishness, i think rather he realizes august likely doesn't return day's affection and letting him think august didn't show up is possibly the kinder of the two scenarios. (my only hope is we don't see august return and try to woo day or something later with this knowledge)

i do love that mhok stayed. he was concerned and it might seem a little overbearing but day was clearly nervous for this outing and all in all it's good that he stayed. and then he made sure to salvage the evening for day and take him out on a proper date. maybe it's not the date day wanted but it looks like he had a great time (perhaps even a better time) spending a day with someone he could relax and be himself around.

flowers have so many different meanings across cultures and tbh i'm far to tired to dig into the thai meaning of hydrangeas (if there are any) but i do think hydrangeas are neat. this is prob common knowledge but the color of hydrangea petals is determined by the ph balance in the soil they're grown in. (blue hydrangeas grow in soil with a ph balance of 5.2-5.5, far more in the base range than red hydrangeas that grow in a ph balance of 6.0-6.2, and once the soil reaches acidic levels it tends to produce pink flowers) i guess maybe if you wanted you could draw a connection to how malleable mhok is becoming and how his environment is changing him.

scientifically, sunflowers are also an interesting flower because they are often used to heal damaged and irradiated soil. they're so fucking resilient and help heal the world around them. i think there's a lot of connections we can make there with both mhok and day, regardless of flower symbolism and going purely on science.

anyway sorry to be a science nerd.

that's all ive really got for this episode, i say, as if i have not written you all a novel. this show continues to make me feel so much and tickle my brain in such a delightful way. between this and moonlight chicken p'aof has definitely made me a fan for life.

tag loves: @benkaaoi | @callipigio | @lookwhatihave (once again pls always feel free to lmk if you want to be added or removed)

#bunn meta #last twilight #last twilight the series #mhokday #ltts meta

[wildymoon]

if I hadn't slept at 4am last night and played for 8h today I would do more, here is my recap

(act 2-3 spoilers)

I GOT THE FUCKING LEVELS BUT THE ACHIEVEMENT DIDN'T PROC

on the bright side because Siffrin's at max I get to obliterate everything in sight and that makes fighting funnier

OVER 1000 ERASED SADNESSES. I AM GOD /silly

obliterated the King very easily (forgot I had the bomb too but shhh)

and flames and flood that glitch effect. oh by the stars above. oh wow. YES. but also that was spooky despite me having been spoiled for that

the fact that the smell of burnt sugar was so prominent and yet Siffrin hasn't commented at all on the nostalgie (AND THE TEARS???) smelling sweet is driving me up the wall

adhd moment everything gets a speedrun

ghost jumpscare is very fun, I read through the achievements but seeing one still gives me the urge to just go "WHAT THE FUCK."

Bonbon. is going to make me cry. help they're so cute and they just wanna help and not see their found family get hurt and then shrug it off forever, Siffrin-

this image. by the skies. look at them.

I do not normally actually laugh out loud at my computer when not on voice call. "we have one of those at home" in Mirabelle's hangout got a big laugh out of me. Well played, game <3

poor Odile went on a wile-d goose chase (this pun was a stretch but I Had To)

impatience moment from me but it's easier to manage than the sugar thing

Isabeau trans moment??

this and Mirabelle's hangout make me really want to stream this game to a friend of mine. they may end up crying tho.

urge to murderhobo. but scared. ask multiple sources and places whether it's a loopending thing if I go feral. get no answer. chicken out because the anxiety always wins in this scenario because FAMILY ON THE LINE. this is probably in character tbh

otherwise vibe through loop as normal

temptation. to pineapple. cause completionist and "what does the button do". but I don't wanna upset them. and I'm scared. hhhhhhhhhh

WHAT THE FUCK?

CHANGE GOD??????

change god is an uwu I'm going to explode (it's hilarious but I am lowkey dying here)

ring ring ring ring ring, banana fone!!!!

oh

oh god oh fuck

....

you BITCH /lh

the final snacktime of this run nearly killed me I don't usually cry but this nearly made me tear up. found family really do get me

giving the King a flower may not have been the Smartest idea, but for some ungodly reason it's giving me Hollow Knight vibes and that makes it worth the confusion

I know this isn't the end but new dialogue!!!

ISABEAU YOU CHICKEN. PLEASE. I am too soft to call you a useless gay even in jest but COME ON MAN

welp here we go again

poor Siffrin

uh

oh

FUCK

GUYS????????

I stopped after the loop ended but it feels like a cliffhanger.

MAN. MY BRAIN. I wanna keep going but it's been 8h and now that I have the memory of family there is literally nothing keeping me from going for OP 2 Electric Boogaloo when I get back to playing. and I don't wanna stay up until 4am again.

I don't have to chain fam runs in order to get You Are Loved, right? I mean I probably will but I'm tempted to make Odile suspicious of me and that might fudge it a bit.

#wildyspeaks #isat #in stars and time #isat spoilers #isat liveblogging #would go feral in the tags but I've been so drained these past... 20 hours or so #I had 7 hours of sleep just about but I think the alarm at hour 5 messed me up

[hypnoneghoul]

now hear me out: eds ghouls but how it impacts sex

rain fully getting fucked and just dislocating something about halfway through

595 words of exactly what the ask says

"What the FUCK just happened?" Swiss shrieked, hovering over Rain with the most confused and terrified expression the water ghoul ever saw on his face. "Did I break your fucking back?"

"N- no, chill, Swiss," Rain laughed. He was laughing, actually giggling, highly amused by Swiss' reaction, apparently, "it happens sometimes, you know that."

"Yeah but it never happened while I'm quite literally fucking you into the mattress!" the multi ghoul panicked, trying to not move an inch worried about making things worse.

"You didn't break anything, it's fine," Rain tried calming him down, but his reaction was just to funny, he couldn't stop laughing. "And it's not my back, just my hip."

"JUST your hip!? Your fucking hip, just what, popped out and you're laughing?"

"Well... yeah, it's funny," the water ghoul continued chuckling, tears were gathering in the corners of his eyes by now, making Swiss terrified even more.

"W- why are you crying, does it hurt, what am I supposed to do, what-" he started rambling, trying to move off of Rain and pull his cock out of him with as little movement as he could.

"Shhh, I'm not crying, it's from laughing," he placed his hands on Swiss' biceps, squeezing gently to ground and calm him a bit, "I'ts fine, doesn't even hurt, if I'm being honest."

"Are- are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," Rain said, smiling genuinely. Swiss seemed to believe them, but he paled a bit when he looked down to where one of Rain's legs was laying bent at a weird angle, the space over his hip looking like something was poking out from under his skin. Something that wasn't supposed to, that is.

Swiss witnessed Rain dislocating a lot of body parts over the years but he genuinely never saw his body do something like that.

"This doesn't look not-painful," he noted, moving away from that leg.

"I swear, it's fine," Rain chuckled again, poking himself in the hip with his finger, "See, didn't even flinch. It's fine, I'll fix it later."

"Bitch, the fuck you mean later!? Why not now?"

"Because now I'm still laying here extremely hard and leaking, same as you," he noted, how accurately.

"Oh, hell nah, not gonna touch you until you fix it," Swiss lifted both of his hand up in the air, moving even further away from Rain. The water ghoul sighed, running a hand down his face, smile still on it. He knew Swiss meant that, and no matter how down he always was for him, he wouldn't win him over this time.

"Okay, help me sit up then," Rain reached his hand out to Swiss, and he, very carefully, grabbed it and pulled him to a sitting position. It made his hip look even more concerning and the multi ghoul was very close to panicking again.

The water ghoul grabbed his knee with both hands and threw the dislocated leg over the edge of the bed, planting his foot on the floor. Swiss stared with wide eyes as Rain placed one of his hands on the outside of his hip, just over that weird thing poking out, and the other one lower, on the inside, just over his thigh. With a sharp push of the one hand something cracked loudly and Swiss let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding.

"There," Rain sighed, kicking that leg in the air, "can you put your dick back in me now, please?"

Well, Swiss was known to never be able to say no to Rain, especially when he said please.

#the band ghost #hypnone writes #nameless ghouls #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #rulti #ficlet #eds rain #hypnone's disabled ghouls

[bloodynereid]

may i request jordan li taking caring of a very sick gn reader? bonus points if they have to get tests run and are terrified of needles!! (i might be projecting onto reader just a lil bit okay). anyways hope you’re doing okay and have a nice day/night!! - 🧚🏻

I'm With You

pairing: jordan li x gn! reader

tw: mentions of needles, sick people, doctors

description: jordan has never had to deal with sick people until their partner suddenly comes down with something.

a/n: this is from november??? i am literally so sorry. anyways i hope you enjoy this little drabble even though it took me ages to write haha. the reader is a human in this btw! i don't think supes can get sick?? so i just went with the safer bet. i kind of toned down the terrified of needles bit but i still hope this is okay. also i didn't edit this at all so if there's any glaring mistakes pls let me know.

You feel a hand across your forehead, making an effort to open your eyes. You have to blink a few times until Jordan’s face comes into focus. They don’t look happy. She has a distracted look on their face and their eyes are flashing with panic.

“Jord-” You start to say, the individual sounds feeling like granite against your vocal cords.

“Shhh, sweetheart. Don’t talk. It’s okay, you’re going to be okay.” Jordan said the last bit with a hurried tone before the cool hand on your forehead is suddenly pulled away. You whimper slightly as you hear scuffling around the side of your head.

Everything hurt. It was like a weight had settled over your entire body, making you too weak to even lift your head. 

“Yeah? Hello? Marie I don’t know what to do, they’re not moving.” The sound of Jordan’s voice got muffled and a loud ringing echoed in your ears. A few moments later you drifted back off to sleep - unaware of Jordan’s growing panic.

It’s the next morning, or rather midday when you wake up. The feeling of horrible aches everywhere still persists but the world is less blurry.

“Hey. You’re awake.”

“Jordan.” You instantly cringe at the rasp of your voice, as you look up at your partner. They are carrying a mug of something which he puts down on the bedside table.

“Don’t try to talk okay? How do you feel about going to the doctors?” You obviously make a disgusted expression because Jordan’s face falls slightly.

“I just- You scared the hell out of me last night. I think we need to get you checked out. At least that’s what Marie recommended. Supes don’t really get sick so I have no idea what the protocol is like here. I can’t go through last night again.” 

You feel a pang of guilt as you look at Jordan’s distraught face so you nod slightly. It’s probably best you go to the doctor anyway, even if it was going to hurt like a bitch.

You were right but at least Jordan helped you out to the car and gave you quite a few painkillers which dulled the ache in your muscles. The feeling of the car ride lulled you right back to sleep as the low sound of Jordan’s favorite playlist played in the background. Half an hour later you found yourself getting helped out of the car by Jordan, who easily carried most of your weight through the practice doors.

“Hi, we have an appointment. My partner has…” You tuned out of the conversation as you settled into one of the chairs in the waiting room. The sounds of elevator music seemed dull to you, even the clean smell of the room was somehow off.

“Hey we’re going to go in, yeah?” You looked up at Jordan and offered them a strained smile as you pushed yourself up from your seat, before leaning on him once again.

The appointment seemed to last hours as you tried to focus on the woman in front of you and answer her questions but your mind kept drifting out of the room and to the bed you knew was waiting for you at home.

“Okay I’m going to have to take some blood now. This might be more serious than it seems so we just need to make sure.” That sentence quickly focused your attention back, as the doctor pulled out a needle which instantly made you cringe.

Jordan must have sensed your anxiety as they leaned over and grabbed your hand. Carefully stroking the back of it to try and calm you.

“You’ll just feel a little pinch okay?” You nodded slightly and squeezed Jordan’s hand as the doctor found your vein and inserted the needle. You felt a few moments of pain before the doctor pulled away and quickly covered the area with a cotton swab.

“Okay all done. You’ll get the-” With that moment over you drifted off to daydream land again, and you only really came back into yourself when Jordan helped you into your bed.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Not really.” You whispered, making Jordan wince sympathetically before they eased themselves so he was lying next to you.

“It’s going to be okay. I’m right here with you and we’ll get through this together. Yeah?”

You nodded against their shoulder as you cuddled into him. Letting your muscles relax and finally letting your eyelids fall shut. You felt safe next to them and you knew you always would be when you were around Jordan.

#gen v #gen v fanfic #gen v amazon #gen v spoilers #andre anderson #jordan li #marie moreau #luke riordan #golden boy #the boys #the boys fanfic #the boys tv #gen v tv #maria writes #the boys series #the boys amazon #jordan li x reader #jordan x reader #gen v x reader #jordan li x you #jordan li x y/n

[stealthnoodle]

Baldur's Gate 3 is still letting me do things, and with my strategy of playing this game during all of my free time to distract from December, I have done things all the way to the end of it! And immediately am starting a new game, because of course I am.

Let's get this tragedy out of the way first and then go into spoilers:

Presented with the option to give Mother the MacGuffin, Miette naturally refused. Listen. She got Wyll out of his pact. She stopped a big ol' vampiric ascension and turned hundreds of vampire spawn loose in the Underdark. She killed a devil who had been harassing her all game and stole all his stuff. No one tells her she can't do something, especially not Mother.

(Also she didn't drag that fancy magic hammer out of Hell for nothing, and Lae'zel was her cherished fuck-buddy for like four whole days, so no. Mother cannot eat Orpheus.)

Which means I got the Patricia Lockwood heel-turn. Then Orpheus called Miette out for fucking a mindflayer (in front of all her friends, who had magically forgotten about that), which was rude, but she still turned into a mindflayer herself partially so he wouldn't have to but mostly so she could be the tall one.

SIZE MEDIUM, BITCHES. Now Miette is the one who opens the cupboards and the cans! Now Miette is the one who kicks YOUR body like the football! (During that final battle, it was actually Karlach who kicked mindflayers off the edge of the brainship, but close enough, shhh.)

I would like to stress that Miette consumed zero tadpoles prior to this, because Mother told her to and she doesn't obey Mother. "Embrace Your Potential" has languished in the quest log. We just went zero to eldritch horror in a snap. Like damn, I could have had these abilities all along??

The only downside, as far as Miette is concerned, is that she can't wear the jutilated jarapace anymore. :( A tragedy second only to the Karlach situation. (Well, not second to the entire Karlach situation, because her breakdown after killing Gortash made me fucking cry.)

Then I ran into the consequences of making everyone prance around camp in sexy underwear combined with my decision to yoink Halsin's armor without replacing it with anything:

He showed up like this AGAIN in the background of the ending during a very emotional Karlach moment, too:

idk if it's a bug or intentional that the ending skipped ahead without any more character interactions after Miette decided to relocate to Avernus with ex-bf Wyll and never-gf Karlach, but I want to believe everyone just wanted to wrap things up after this.

The reunion epilogue was very sweet and I had to spend three (3) points of inspiration not to freak out and eat Shadowheart's brain, which feels like a very Miette sendoff. Though not as much of a Miette sendoff as me stubbornly trying to change her clothes for five straight minutes because why can't she wear her sexy lingerie anymore.

The moral of the story is that mindflayers deserve fashion rights.

Speaking of fashion rights, I want to find out what this "Dark Urge" origin is, and I made the perfect woman for the job:

For her Guardian, I hit "Randomize" once and got this. The game knows what I'm doing and it is enabling me

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #stealthnoodle plays bg3 #bg3 spoilers #and now: miette's apology tour #sorry i broke up with you and then got your dad killed wyll #sorry i banged you and then ran off to hell without even saying goodbye halsin #sorry i never got your approval above neutral astarion #(it was the clown incident wasn't it) #sorry i killed your sister hope #(she was level 5 and wouldn't stay out of my aoe spells) #sorry to the npcs who died because i didn't realize i needed to complete some quests in a timely fashion #sorry to the real patricia lockwood for dragging her name into this mess #not sorry to the in-game one #mother had it coming #this randomized guardian looks eerily similar to my first da:o warden #who was even more of a force of chaos than miette

[colorfulunknowntree]

Dirty Pick Up Lines (2/2)

Warning ⚠️ :- Subtop, Dombuttom, Softtop, Roughdom

Summary:- Read first part, because I'm not gonna repat it again.

It's already night and you're slowly loosing your patience, you don't remember but if Charles continue you surely are gonna die.

It's dinner time as you sit beside him, he slowly leans near your ear and whispers

"Do you have pet insurance? Because I wanna abuse that pussy of yours" you signed and looked at Raven, who tried her best not to laugh. You glared at her as she nodded, sighing you to start the plan.

You turned around to Charles,

"Babe?" You said in your innocent voice which was enough to make him stop eating, he turned around looking at you, he knew he fucked up pretty bad.

"You know I am an Astronomer, and my next mission is to explore URANUS" You said it pretty loud so that everyone can hear you, Charles had a pink shade on his cheek, while others didn't quite get it, but Raven did because she chocked on her food.

"Y/n what're you saying?" Charles glared at you, "I'm taking revenge baby boy" you whispered in his ears. You then silently eat your food because you knew that Charles is not gonna say anymore pick up lines.

After dinner you grabbed Charles hand taking him to his study.

"You know what let's do practical of the pick up line"

"Y/n do-"

"Oh baby boy, are you scared that I'm gonna hurt you?" Y/n teased she knew Charles is never gonna back away.

Before Charles can say anything you grabbed his waist and put him on the table.

"Wh-"

"Your legs are like oreo cookie, I wanna split them and eat all the good stuffs" You said while grabbing his legs and split them.

Charles blushed, he tried to close his legs but you held them apart tightly and went between them, his legs around your waist.

You pushed him on the table, hovering over him, you grabbed his cheek kissing him.

Charles put his hand on your shoulder pushing you but you just grabbed his hand pinning it above his head, while your other hand started to unbutton his shirt.

You know that Charles liked it rough, because he would have told you to stop, or made you stop if he didn't like it.

Charles let out an gasp as you bit his lower lips, and pushed your tongue inside his mouth. You slowly started to explore every corner of his mouth.

You pulled back after 5 minutes, Charles was trying to catch his breath but let out an moan when you went to his neck sucking and leaving wet kisses.

You opened grabbed his pants and boxers slipping them from his legs at once.

You pulled back looking at your art piece, he was all flushed, his hair messy and he had sweat formed all over his body. He was panting from his red swollen lip, your eyes moved to his pale skin that was covered in hickey and marks.

"Beautiful"

You slowly went to him and whispered in his ears "I am gonna eat you up pretty good tonight baby boy" Charles let out and whimper at your statement.

"Someone is excited" you said licking his lower lips again, and bitting them.

Your hands slowly went to his dick, slowly touching it's tip making him whine.

"Plss plss Y/n"

"Are you needy baby boy?"

"Yes plss, plss touch me. It feels weird"

"With pleasure honey" You kneeled infront of him taking his dick in your mouth. Charles let out a sudden gasp, you started to suck and give kitten lick all over his dick, teasing him slowly.

"Faster faster plss" You pulled back and looked at him. Charles let out a whine as you let him go, "Wanna cum?"

"Yes plss"

"Beg like a bitch"

"Plss plss Ma'am let me cum"

"Sexy, you're so sexy. That I wanna devour you" You said as you spread his legs, your lips slowly kissing and leaving hickeys all over his inner thighs.

Charles was moaning, he didn't even notice when you grabbed a bottle of lube from your jacket and opened it. You put a pretty good amount of lube in your fingers before circling it on his entrance.

"Wa-wait Y-"

"Shhh" You pushed one finger inside him as he threw his head back, he let out an silent scream. You slowly pushed futher inside him before pushing the second finger.

"H-hurts"

"Don't worry, it will feel good soon" You said kissing his template as you started to scissors him open and search for his soft spot. Tears rolled down his eyes as he arched his back moaning loudly when you pressed his soft spot.

"Ahhh Fuck!!"

"Don't scream or others might hear you"

Charles covered his mouth trying to cover his loud moan. "Plss" Charles whimpered he wanted to cum so bad. "Calm down baby boy, you're getting your punishment"

Charles looked at her with confused face, she smirked "You're gonna cum without being touched" Charles understood what she means. She is not gonna touch his staff, and make him cum bh his ass.

Is that even possible?

"When you're my boyfriend everything is possible" Y/n said as she entered her third finger making Charles bit his lower lips. Y/n is not gonna lie that she didn't enjoyed the view. The Professor whom everyone look forward to is under her mercy. All sweaty, trimbling and bitting his lower lips, which was as red as an strawberry.

But Y/n didn't stopped she pulled Charles near her, making him sit up straight.

He was still trimbling as he placed his hand around her shoulder as Y/n continued her work. Charles bit his lips again, his nails dig on her back as she abused his soft spot.

"Fu-fuck I-I am close" as soon as Charles completed his sentence Y/n's finger went faster, making Charles arch his back as he dig his fingers on Y/n's back deeper.

"Cum for me baby boy" Y/n whispered in his ears, Charles let out an loud moan his eyes rolled back to his skull as he had an intense orgasam. Y/n pulled back, wiping her hand on Charles shirt that he was still wearing. Charles was too tired to notice her as he put his head on her shoulder. Y/n kissed the telepathy template, picking him up and taking him to the couch.

Charles closed his eyes, letting his head fall on the couch as he felt his shirt being pulled out and wet cloth being wiped all over his body making his shiver.

"Charles? Can you sit up straight for me?" Charles just nodded his eyes still closed as he sat up straight. Y/n smiled at him before pulling down a shirt over his head and making him wear a pant.

Y/n looked at the watch, it was 3 in the morning. Time passed rather fast today. Y/n looked Charles, who looked so cute.

"Let's take you to the bedroom" Charles whined not wanting to stand up, he extended his hand making grabby hands at Y/n. Y/n chunked as she picked him in bridal style wrapping her hand around his waist and her other hand around his hip for balance. Charles wrapped his hand around her neck and put his head on his shoulder. Y/n kicked the door open, she went out and closed the door with a kick.

She made her towards their shared bedroom, as Charles was already snoring on her shoulder.

Next Morning~~

Charles was still in his room sleeping peacefully. "I hate you" Hank said as he let out an yawn.

"Love you too" Y/n said with a smirk and got a smack on her head "I said to take revenge on Charles, not to make us hear his moans all night long" Rave said glaring at Y/n, Y/n chunked putting her hand up surrendering.

"Not my fault that your brother was moa-" Y/n winced in pain again as a book was thrown at her. She turned around to see who wants to gets their ass beaten up, but gluped as she Charles standing his hand rested on his hips.

"Hey lu-"

"Don't 'Hey Luv' me Y/n" Charles said angrily as he sat in of the sits.

'You look so hot while getting angry, I wanna fuck y-'

Next thing Y/n knew was Charles is chasing her all around the mansion.

#sub top #charles xavier #dom bottom #softdom #charles xavier x reader #xmen #professor x #Spotify #mature

[taegularities]

Hi Rid! What do you think the boys' kinks are? 😘

HAH that's... okay, ykw, i'll dive into this wordlessly

namjoon: d*ddy kink okay, like, this might not come as a surprise, but i think he has a severe d*ddy/sir kink. like, joon would dirty talk to you nonstop, and i just know he'd slip a "who am i to you, baby? huh?" in between 🤐 (also, probably spanking tbh)

seokjin: blindfolds and handcuffs may i remind y'all. i think he'd be into sensory deprivation in general, giving and receiving. he's the "never let them know your next move" type of person, so i truly think he'd like that surprise aspect of sex. he's sweet, but probably not as vanilla when it comes to focking as we might think :')

yoongi: cockwarming okay listen. mostly because he's a patient guy. i think he'd be able to take it for a lot longer than you which is !! why he'd enjoy it so much !! that gd agust d smirk? yeah, you'd be seeing it constantly, sweating and whimpering while he waits for you to explode on top of him :') i think he'd like breath play, too but shhh

hoseok: degradation SUNSHINE OR WHUTEVA. he looks innocent, but as an anon pointed out just yesterday (?), he has an extremely powerful aura. i don't think he's always sweet and giggly in bed. there must be a side of him that spits "slut, whore, bitch" every other second 🧎‍♀️

jimin: teasing until morning comes he'd love seeing his partner squirm. like it turns him tf on to see you beg and cry and he'd overstimulate you 100%; he'd laugh at your tears, i'm so sure lmao like he'd constantly fuck you up with gentle, innocent sounding "all good, love?" siGH

taehyung: bdsm/oral once again. oral fixation. his tongue doesn't get tired, and neither do his hands, i'm sure. on days he doesn't indulge in soft, romantic sex with you, he'd tie you up, spank you, control your orgasm, bring in new toys and ways to pleasure you... he'd go all out, and he'd do it all night... :')

jungkook: brat-taming and begging okay, yeah we already know he's into brats. he'd love that whiney little voice of yours... he'd find it cute, yet hot with your moans added to the mix. he'd know what you want, but he'd still want you to beg, bc he likes it when you're as vocal as him. ALSO, perhaps choking, don't ask me why or i'll write an essay lololol

what do we think, y'all? 😚

#BRO THIS TOOK SO LONG PLS APPRECIATE IT !!!! #*thirst night #notes for rid 🌹 #anon #long ask

[ivarlover]

UNEXPECTED Part 4, 2ND HALF

(Sequel #3 to UNLEASHED and UNDENIABLE)

Alex Høgh Andersen + Modern Ivar

Mentions of Female Reader + Hvitserk

NSFW 18+ ONLY

Continued from the 1st half of Part 4. Same warnings apply.

Please let me know if you want on or off the tag list!

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After much debate with Aslaug and Y/N, Ivar and his brothers finally left with Ivy. Ivar sat in the back seat with Ivy, trying to ignore her giggles and reaching for him. After a few minutes of her trying to reach him unsuccessfully, Ivy began to cry. Ivar never looked toward her and tried his best to ignore her.

Turning around, Ubbe said to him, "Ivar, surely you can do something to calm her. Look at her. She's reaching for you. Do something."

"What the fuck am I supposed to do? She's not even my child! I don't know what the fuck she wants!" He dropped his head to his hands.

Understanding what was happening with Ivar, Ubbe spoke calmly, "Ivar, I know this is fucking difficult. I am so sorry that bitch did this to you, but the baby isn't to blame. If you can settle her some, please, for fuck's sake, do it."

Against his better judgment, Ivar reached his hand to Ivy as she cried. She grabbed it and held it to her cheek. Looking into her pitiful eyes, full of tears, he gently rubbed her cheek and spoke softly to her, "Shhh. It's ok, baby. Your mommy will be back with you soon. You're going to be ok. We're taking you to see your daddy." To his surprise, the words cut him deeply, but he did his best to show no emotion. This is the very reason he hadn't spent time with her.

Ivy looked at him, "Dada?"

"Stop the car! Stop the fucking car! I'm not doing this! Let me out of the fucking car, NOW! Stop the car, Hvitserk!" Ivar yelled from the backseat.

"What the hell, man!"

"Now, Hvitserk! Now!"

Hvitserk pulled over on the side of the road, and Ivar burst out the door before he'd even come to a complete stop, and Ivy began crying again. Hvitserk looked to Ubbe in complete dismay. "Just sit here with the baby. I'll talk to him," Ubbe said, getting out of the car after Ivar.

Hvitserk turned around to Ivy and placed his hand in hers. She began to calm down again as she looked at him. She then repeated, "Dada." Hvitserk smiled at the realization that it was just a word she could say. He knew why Ivar was so upset about it but he needed to explain it.

He jumped out of the car and ran over to his brothers. Seeing their worried faces, he blurted out, "She wasn't calling you daddy, Ivar! It's just a word she can say! She said it to me, too." Ubbe and Ivar looked at him, surprised.

"You left her in the car alone, Hvitserk?" Ivar ran back to the car. "She's just a baby. You can't do that."

Hvitserk and Ubbe looked at eachother knowingly and smiled as they went back to the car behind him.

"So, you good? Can we can go now?" Hvitserk asked as he caught up with Ivar. "She said it to me, too. She wasn't actually calling you that, man."

Looking at Ivy and then back to Hvitserk, Ivar hesitated, "Yeah," he took a deep breath, "I guess so."

When they arrived at the park, Herald wasn't there yet. They decided to go ahead and take Ivy to the playground. Ivar unbuckled Ivy from the carseat and then turned to Hvitserk who was waiting for him. "What?" Hvitserk shrugged his shoulders.

"You can get her out now. I've unbuckled her," Ivar told him.

"Wait. What? No. It won't kill you to get her, Ivar. You can carry her," Hvitserk smiled at Ivar's apprehension. "She won't bite, man."

"That's not it. It's just, well, umm, I just," Ivar stumbled over his words.

"Yes," Hvitserk answered, "I know, but I promise you, it will be ok. Now, let's go."

Ivar panicked. He really didn't want to do this. However, he also realized that depending on the test results, this may be the only bit of time he had with her. He hated that he'd barely even been with her at all but yet, somehow, she was still growing on him. As much as he wanted to walk away, hesitating, he leaned back into the car and got Ivy out of her carseat. "Ok, little one, let's go have some fun." He held her in his arms and she leaned her head down on his shoulder. "What have I gotten myself into?" He asked Hvitserk and Ubbe as he joined them.

Ubbe patted him on the back and said, laughing, "Looks like you're still a push over, man. It's ok. We won't hold it against you."

"Fuck off!"

Hvitserk teased him, "Ivar, such language! Not in front of the baby!"

They finally got to the playground and Ivar asked, "Is she big enough for the slide?"

Ubbe rolled his eyes, "Ivar, she can't even walk yet. She can go down the slide if you place her on it and hold her hands and guide her down it."

"Where's the fun in that?" Ivar asked, genuinely wondering.

"Just trust me, you shit for brains," Ubbe laughed.

Ivar did as Ubbe instructed. Afterall, he was the only one between the three of them who actually had any children. Ivy giggled and smiled into Ivar's eyes as he guided her down the slide, nervous at first but quickly getting the hang of it. He did it again several times. There was just something absolutely adorable about her little smiles and giggles. Also, that twinkle in her eyes was enough to melt the hardest of men. He noticed this feeling seemed to be true with his brothers as well.

They took turns taking her down the slide and pushing her in the baby swing. The sounds her giggles produced were worth every second of it.

Ivar sat in the swing beside the baby swing and as Hvitserk turned around with Ivy in his arms, he placed her in Ivar's lap. Ivar's eyes widened and as he was about to protest, Ivy leaned her head forward, placing it on his chest. "Mama," she said softly and Ivar took note to find out from the hospital if he could bring her to visit with Katia. He moved the swing slowly back and forth and Ivy placed her hands on his chest beside her head. He wasn't sure if this meant she was sleepy or not so he gently held her as he rocked the swing a little more.

It was then that he noticed Herald walking toward them. He'd almost forgotten that Herald was the reason they were here in the first place. "There's my angel. Let me hold her," Herald said loudly as he approached Ivar and Ivy. "She need not get too comfortable with you. She's my daughter."

Ivy jerked up and away from Ivar's chest upon hearing Herald's voice. Her eyes widened at Ivar. "So she's awake. Let me see her." Herald reached for her and she clung to Ivar's shirt. As Ivar was about to stand with her still in his arms, Herald grabbed her on each side and tugged on her. She began to cry as she placed her head on Ivar's chest, clinging to his shirt in her hands.

Ivar was quickly to his feet. "Hey, step back some," Ivar placed his hand between the now crying Ivy and Herald. "She was almost asleep. Give her a minute."

Herald opened his mouth to speak, but Hvitserk and Ubbe were quickly on either side of Ivar, obviously ready for whatever was about to take place. Herald took a couple of steps backwards.

Ivar looked down to Ivy, still whimpering in his arms. He rocked her and patted her back, "Shhh, little one. It's ok. Shhh. We're not going to let anything happen to you."

"You may just end up being good at this afterall, Ivar. Who would have thought?" Hvitserk grinned at him.

"Not now with your shit, Hvitserk," Ivar answered him, no smile at all on his face. Hvitserk immediately straightened up and looked over to Herald who was snarling at them.

"We were taking turns pushing her in the baby swing. I'll place her in it and you can come give her a push," Ivar told Herald.

As Herald approached, Ivy looked at him and her tiny fists tightened in Ivar's shirt. Ivar swallowed thickly but pulled her away from him and placed her in the swing. She looked up at Ivar and smiled. This made him feel a bit better.

He stepped to the side of the swing and Herald walked up to face Ivy. Herald reached toward her and it seemed as if she tried to dodge his touch. He placed his hand on her head and said, "How's my little angel been? Humm? Did you miss me?" Ivy reached her hand out to Ivar. Ivar just watched the two of them.

"Hey! Daddy's talking to you, Ivy! Look at me!" Herald growled and Hvitserk stepped forward. Ivar signaled for him to hold back. He was curious about their interaction and was close enough to ensure there would be no harm at all done to Ivy.

Ivy flinched at his words and looked to Ivar once again. Herald gently pushed her in the swing but she didn't smile as she had earlier with Ivar and his brothers. Herald tried talking with her again, a bit sweeter this time, but Ivar could tell it was forced. He seemed like a very cold man.

"Fuck this! I want to hold my child!" Herald announced and before Ivar could do anything, he grabbed Ivy from the swing and held her in his arms. She began crying and pushing away from him. She turned toward Ivar and then to Hvitserk and Ubbe, reaching for any of the three of them. She began crying louder and in the middle of her tears, she cried out, "Mama!"

It was as if it was all happening in slow motion and Ivar could not get to them fast enough. Herald began to grumble and complain at how could she want them when they were strangers and not want to be with him who had been in her life since she was born. He seemed genuinely hurt but Ivar realized quickly that it was his loud voice and his tone that Ivy didn't like. He seemed to not understand how to speak to a baby.

Ivy began to cry louder and was practically about to jump out of Herald's arms as he tried his best to hold onto her.

Ivar was finally in front of him. Reaching for Ivy, he said, "Look man, she's been through a lot the last day or so and she seems to be stressing with you for whatever reason. She's been asking for her mom and I bet she's just scared. Let me try to calm her down so you can actually spend some time with her."

He took Ivy from Herald's arms without waiting for his response. He knew Ivy could really be Herald's daughter but right now that was irrelevant because she was too little to be in this much stress. If being with her father made her this upset, maybe Katia needed to be present whenever they were together.

He rocked her and rubbed her back as he spoke quietly and calmly to her. She began to calm down and her breathing began to slow as she laid her head on his chest and grabbed onto his shirt again.

Herald watched in amazement. He was going to tell Ivar exactly what he could do with his opinion, but as he saw how quickly Ivy calmed down with him, he was caught completely off guard. "How? Umm, what? How did you do that? I have lived with her for the last year and I've never been able to do anything like that with her. She always cries with me. Katia would tell me to just keep trying, but she has always cried."

Ivar felt pride swell up in his chest but also a bit of sadness knowing, very well, this may all end soon. As he began to answer Herald, his phone rang. "I'm sorry, I need to take this." He handed Ivy to Hvitserk rather than Herald and gave him the look that let him know she was not to go back into Herald's arms.

"Ivar, are you ok?" Alex was on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, I am. There's way too much to discuss right this minute, but are you out of class? Do you need me to come pick you up from school?"

"No, I saw your text that there was more to the story and that the results were going to take longer so when I was finished with my last class, I got on the bus and came straight to the hospital," Alex answered, sounding genuinely worried.

"Alex, I could have came to..."

Alex cut him off, "Ivar, the Lab Tech just told me that they have the results. They have them but they can only share them with you and with some guy name Herald? Who the hell is Herald?"

"Long story, Love," Ivar answered. "I'll tell you all about it once we get back in the car and are on our way. Call you back in five?"

"Definitely!"

Ivar shared Alex's message with everyone and they began to prepare to leave for the hospital. "Can she ride in my car with me?" Herald asked Ivar. "Maybe she will warm up to me again once she's separated from you guys."

Ivar glared at him in a snarl, answering him through his gritted teeth, "Absolutely not." He added nothing more and walked away from Herald, carrying Ivy to the car.

As soon as they were all in the car, the three brothers began talking about how strange Herald's interaction was with Ivy. "I'm not so sure I will be ok with her leaving with him if he does end up being her father," Ubbe stated matter of factly, "Because that sure as hell did not look like a dad who has been missing his baby girl."

"I'm sorry. I can't even entertain the possibilities. I need to just hear what they tell us at the hospital," Ivar said in a defeated voice, and Ubbe understood.

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Alex met Ivar and his brothers at the car. After the phone call he'd had with Ivar on their way to the hospital, Alex thought it best to be near him when they arrived. There was no reason for all of his anger with Katia about this ridiculous situation to be taken out on Herald.

Alex opened the back door, expecting to get Ivy from the carseat, but to his surprise, Ivar was already getting out with her in his arms. Alex stood there, completely stunned, as Ivar walked around to him. "Damn, am I happy to see you," Ivar told him, giving him a sweet kiss on lips. Alex hugged him and they stood like that for a moment, hugging, with Ivy in their arms, just the three of them. Ubbe smiled at them as he looked on.

From behind him, Ivar heard what sounded like arguing. As he turned around, he saw Hvitserk standing in front of Herald and attempting to hold him back. Ivar gave Ivy over to Alex as Hvitserk was abruptly pushed aside by Herald.

"You're a fucking faggot?! Get away from my daughter, you disgusting pervert!" He then looked at Alex, "Hand over my daughter and get your filthy hands off of her, you little bitch! Fucking faggots!"

As Herald took his next step, Ivar was already up in his face, immediately, with his pocket knife in his hand and at Herald's throat. "Who the fuck do you think you are to speak to either one of us that way, but especially to Alex? Humm? What gives you the right? Our lives have absolutely nothing to do with you and it's not like our choices are going to infect Ivy." Ivar had now gotten behind Herald with his arm around his neck, his knife still at his throat, and Herald's head tilted with his hand holding onto him firmly by a handful of hair. "Now, you have two seconds to fucking apologize to Alex or I promise you, I will end you right here and now. This will be the last breath you ever take!" Ivar growled into the side of Herald's face.

Hvitserk and Ubbe were trying to calm Ivar down but to no avail. He didn't even hear a word they were saying. Ubbe stepped closer and grabbed Ivar's arm that had the knife, "Come on, man. Let him go. This isn't the time or place."

Ivar glared at him and Ubbe stepped away. "Just don't kill him," Ivar heard Hvitserk say from somewhere nearby but he was hyper focused on Herald.

Everything was happening so fast, Alex could only stand there in shock and watch.

"Now, would you like to see the light of another day or are you refusing to apologize to Alex?" Ivar's jaw clinched together, showing his sharp jawline, as he dug the tip of his knife a little into Herald's neck.

Herald was surprised. He'd heard stories of Ivar and his temper before but he'd always thought Katia had been exaggerating. He especially wasn't expecting this type of reaction from someone he'd just seen kissing another man.

"Ok," Ivar dug the knife a bit deeper, slightly breaking the skin and causing a small amount of blood to form, "Five, four," Ivar was serious.

"Ivar! Stop! What are you doing?" Alex yelled to him.

Herald swallowed thickly as Ivar continued his countdown and Hvitserk began to laugh, "Three, I'm not playing, you closed minded bastard. Two..."

"Ok, ok! Let me go! I'll apologize to your.." Herald began.

"I suggest you choose your next words wisely, my friend, or they could very well be your last ever spoken." Ivar yanked his head back futher exposing more of his neck.

Nervously, Herald began again. "Ok, I'm umm, I'm sorry to him," he coughed.

"Not to me. Apologize to Alex," Ivar demanded. Herald started to speak and Ivar interrupted him, "And loud enough so he can hear you."

"I'm sorry for insulting you, Alex," Herald's voice was shaky, "I'm sorry. And umm, I'm sorry to you as well, Ivar."

Ivar let him go and Herald's hand went immediately to his neck. He wiped the blood and looked at it, "You made me bleed!"

Ivar turned back to him, "Oh, do you want me to come back?"

"Umm, no. Sorry. No. It's umm, it's ok." Herald mumbled.

Hvitserk laughed out loud, and proudly stated, "That's my little brother!"

Stepping between Ivar and Herald, Ubbe finally said, "Let's go get to the bottom of this and find out who has the rights to demand anything." He walked toward the steps in front of the hospital.

Hvitserk followed him and patted Herald on his back as he passed. "Glad to you see you're still with us, man," he laughed again. As furious as Herald was, he knew he needed to just keep his mouth shut.

When Ivar joined Alex again, he took Ivy from his arms. "Let's go get those results," he told Alex in the calmest voice ever. Alex looked at him, completely stunned, "What?" Ivar asked innocently.

Alex began walking beside Ivar. He then said to him softly, "Well, honestly, that umm, that was kind of hot." Ivar looked at him and grinned. "Don't say it. Whatever it is that you're thinking, Ivar, don't say it." They both laughed. Ivar seriously needed that quick release.

Once entering the hospital, Ubbe offed to stay in the waiting room with Ivy. Ivar handed Ivy to him, "You do not let anyone take her until I come back to you, ok? Not even one of the doctors here. Herald says he's here alone but we can't know that for sure. She doesn't leave with anyone unless you've heard directly from me."

"Got it. Don't worry. I've got her," Ubbe reassured him.

Ivar, Alex, and Hvitserk entered the lab room with Herald shortly behind them. "Which of you are the ones we tested?" Ivar and Herald stepped forward. "Which if you would like to go first?"

Alex grabbed Ivar's hand as he stepped closer to him. Ivar looked to the Lab Tech, "Can you just give the results randomly? Just open whichever one you want?"

The tech looked to Herald and Herald nodded, agreeing with Ivar.

As the tech opened the first envelope, Ivar sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, squeezing Alex's hand, still in his other one. Hvitserk stepped to the other side of him, "Whatever happens, we're right here with you. We'll be ok no matter what," Hvitserk said, in a voice so low that only Ivar could hear. He placed his hand on Ivar's shoulder and looked over to Herald.

Herald sat calmly, waiting for the tech to begin. He didn't appear to be anxious, worried, or concerned at all. How drastically different he was from Ivar, who had only known Ivy even existed at all just since yesterday! Something didn't add up to him, considering Herald had supposedly been in her life since she was born. What was he missing?

Pulling the paper from the envelope, the Lab Tech asked, "Which umm, which of you is umm, Herald Finehair?" Herald raised his hand. "Ok, it umm, it says here umm, sir," he stumbled over his words and Ivar looked to Hvitserk with the same questioning look that Hvitserk already had across his face as well, "It says that 99.9 percent, yo-you are not, not the father of Baby Ivy." Herald glared at him in a threatening way and Hvitserk did not miss it. What was that about?

"What the fuck do you mean, I'm not the father? Ivy is mine!" Herald stood to his feet and the tech stepped backwards. "You know she's mine, you little shit! Look at the paper again!" Herald demanded.

The tech turned the paper around and showed him and Herald snatched it from his hands. "This can't be! You know what this means!"

The tech answered in a shaky voice, "That I'm-I umm, I need to read the other results."

Herald took a step toward the guy, and Hvitserk stepped between them. "You don't want to do that," Hvitserk bared his teeth as he gave him a menacing grin. "Now, have a seat and let the man do his job." Herald instantly sat back down, giving Hvitserk an eat shit stare. Hvitserk was really intrigued now. He felt that something was definitely up that they were unaware of. He decided then that he was going to pull Herald aside after all this and get to the bottom of it.

Ivar let out a deep breath that he hadn't realized he'd been holding and ran his hand down his face. He was glad Hvitserk took care of Herald and that he didn't have to. He just didn't have the energy right now. He looked to Alex and squeezed his hand again, even harder, and Alex said to him, "It's going to be ok. Just breathe."

To his surprise, Alex was relieved that Ivy wasn't Herald's and now kind of excited that Ivar was about to learn she's his. He knew how badly Ivar wanted this even though he'd desperately tried to deny it. He knew this would take some time for the two of them to navigate but he also knew they'd be able to do it. He smiled and leaned into Ivar's side, waiting for the Lab Tech to get the other envelope.

The tech grabbed the second envelope. His hands shaking, he began to open it, looking over to Herald again. Hvitserk watched him. Herald's eyes never left the tech. When the tech glanced over to him, Herald snarled at him. "Why are you still here, Herald? This is no longer your business. You can go."

"I want to see if that bitch lied to me this whole time. I need to know if Ivy is his," Herald growled.

Hvitserk stepped toward him again, but Ivar shook his head and motioned for him to come back. "Not worth it, brother," Ivar said to him. "Can you please continue, sir?" Ivar asked, looking back at the poor tech who now had sweat rolling down his temples.

He nodded as he pulled out the results. "Umm, Mr. Lothbrok," the tech began, and Herald cleared his throat, causing the tech to glance his direction again. He continued, "The paper I'm holding says that, umm, yo-you are," Ivar took a deep breath, "You're 99.9 percent umm, no-not the father of baby Ivy," he gulped.

Ivar gasped and his hands immediately went to cover his face and his gaping mouth. Alex was completely stunned and instinctively put his arm around Ivar, knowing he needed physical support right now. He grabbed his hand once more when he dropped it to his side. "Wh-what?" Ivar managed to ask between gut wrenching gasps for air.

Looking at Herald and then back to Ivar, the Lab Tech answered, "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Lothbrok. You're also not the father," he dropped his head.

Alex started, "Ivar," but Ivar cut him off.

"Don't." He pulled away from Alex and dropped his hand. He abruptly turned and walked out the door, letting it slam behind him.

Alex looked to Hvitserk and Hvitserk told him, "Go! Get him. Make sure he's OK and don't let him do anything stupid. I'll be right behind you." Alex tore out the door after Ivar.

Hvitserk turned to Herald and walked to him, "What the fuck are you up to? What's going on?"

Herald denied everything Hvitserk mentioned about how he looked like he was intimidating the tech. Hvitserk pulled him up from sitting by his collar and brought him face to face with himself. "If I find out you're lying to me, I promise you that you'll be fucking sorry." He dropped him back to the seat and Herald didn't say a word.

He turned to the tech, "Are you ok, man? You seem a bit nervous and worried. Did he do something to you?"

The tech shook his head, "Nnn-no. I'm sorry. It's ju-just my first week on the job and I know how seriously people take these results. I, umm, I was just worried about Mr. Lothbrok's response, that's all." He looked away from Hvitserk.

"That's funny because it seemed to me more like you were worried about Herald's." The tech said nothing more and looked away.

He looked at Herald on his way out the door. "I'll find the truth, you know, if you are lying," he smiled.

When Alex got outside he found Ivar leaning over the top of his car. As he walked up to his side, Ivar said, "Can we go?"

"Of course."

The ride was quiet. Ivar looked out the window as the town passed them by. "Your place or mine?" Alex asked him.

"Can we go to your's? I, I just can't.."

"Of course. Don't worry," Alex answered before Ivar had to say what Alex knew he was thinking. If they were going to have Ivy there, he couldn't be there right now. Alex's heart broke for him. He didn't know what else to say so he said nothing.

When they pulled up to Alex's place, Ivar got out and walked to the door and silently waited on Alex. Once the door was opened, he went in and fell to the sofa.

Alex poured two glasses of liquor and brought them and the bottle to the table, sitting it down on front of Ivar. Ivar looked at him and back to the table. He grabbed the bottle and turned it up. Alex couldn't help but smile. Ivar nearly drained the bottle in just one drink. "Slow now. Don't want you to make yourself sick." He sat it back down and leaned back on the sofa.

"Ivar?"

"No. Don't. I, just not now." Ivar's voice was cold and harsh but Alex understood why.

Ivar dropped his head forward into his hands and sighed. Alex placed his hand lovenly on his back and Ivar jumped.

"Shh, it's just me, Ivar." Alex was beginning to get worried.

Suddenly Ivar leaned forward and punched the floor repeatedly as he screamed out, "FUCK!"

Alex leaned over and quickly grabbed his arm and pulled it back so he couldn't reach the floor anymore. "You're going to break your hand. Ivar, I know it sucks now, but it's going to be ok. Just.."

Ivar turned toward him and interrupted him, "Why? Fuck! Why does she hate me so much that she'd do something so fucking cruel? What the hell did I ever do to deserve this? Why?" He leaned his forehead onto Alex's and Alex wrapped his arms around him and held him tightly.

Ivar dropped his head onto Alex's shoulder and Alex felt his neck and shoulder become wet. Alex leaned back on the sofa with Ivar still in his arms. He'd never really cared for Katia but the anger and resentment he felt toward her now was immeasurable. He wished he could just take the pain away from Ivar and make him all ok. He couldn't even think about how Ivar was feeling.

He sat like that, with Ivar in his arms, for what seemed like hours. He ran his hand through Ivar's hair, attempting to calm him. He thought he may be sleeping now, but he didn't move. He just continued to sit with him.

Suddenly, Ivar's phone rang. Ivar didn't move to answer it so Alex ignored it. Then, it rang again. Alex looked around to try to find where Ivar had left it. "No," Ivar said to him.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Don't try to answer my phone. I don't want to talk to anyone. It's probably mom or one of my brothers checking on me. And the answer is no, no I'm not ok. Just please, let it ring."

Alex squeezed him a little tighter. He could tell in Ivar's voice that he hadn't been sleeping at all. His poor Ivar.

Then, Alex's phone began ringing. He looked at it, sitting on the end table beside him, "It's Hvitserk, Ivar. I should probably answer him."

"Please don't."

Alex thought for a moment and then let it ring. A few minutes passed and shortly after that, it began ringing again. "Ivar, it's Hvitserk again. Something might be wrong."

"Fine. But I don't give a fuck what he says, I do not want to talk to him."

Alex answered and was surprised to hear what Hvitserk told him. "Ivar," he sat up and pushed Ivar up and off of him, "Ivar, we need to go to Ubbe's. Now."

Ivar's face was red and his eyes were puffy. "No fucking way."

Alex stood up. "Yes, Ivar. We have to go. Now. He said he has Herald in Ubbe's basement! We have to go. Oh fuck, what if he's going to do something stupid? Move your ass! Let's go!"

Ivar was lost, "Did, did I just hear you right? We can't fly all the way out to Ubbe's. You have class tomorrow."

"Yes, you heard me right, but he means to Ubbe's rental home! He's there with Torvi and the kids. Let's go."

"What the.. what is he doing? Why? This doesn't change anything! It's not Herald's fault Katia lied to me. Again. He didn't make me not be the father. Shit, this is probably why she left me in the first place. She must have cheated on me, too!" Ivar dropped his head, "I can't do this, Alex. You can go without me."

Alex bent down and removed Ivar's hands from his face. "Ivar, Hvitserk knows he can't change things and yet, he still said he needs you there immediately. Something has happened and whatever it is, he needs to tell you. Don't do this to yourself, thinking she cheated on you and how hopeless everything is. I know this is so hard on you, Babe, but we have to go there and see what's up. You have to go with me. Staying here is not an option."

He practically dragged Ivar out the door and to his car.

Ubbe met them at the front door. Alex immediately asked, "And what about Torvi and the kids?"

"They're at Ivar's with mom."

Ubbe put his arm around Ivar's shoulders. "Cheer up, man. You're going to love this."

"You can't possibly think Hvitserk has made a good choice by having Herald in your basement?" Alex looked at him like he was from another planet.

"Just hush and follow me," Ubbe answered.

When they opened the door to the basement, there sat Herald, tied up to the chair he was sitting in, with a swollen eye, bloody lip, and what looked like a broken nose.

Alex gasped in shock, "Wh-what are you doing?"

Ivar looked back at Ubbe for an explanation and Ubbe motioned toward Hvitserk and Herald.

"Sorry to bring you in on everything at this point, but I had to be sure, man," Hvitserk began.

"I-I'm leaving. What the fuck, Hvitserk! I can't."

"I'm leaving with him," Alex said immediately after and they both turned toward the door.

Hvitserk ran up behind them and grabbed them both on the shoulder. "Wait. Just hear me out. Give me just five minutes."

Ivar turned back to him, "Fine. Five minutes. Go."

"Look, I was watching Herald the whole time we were in the lab. Something was very off with him. And the Lab Tech seemed terrified, not just nervous because he was new. When everything was said and done and we left the lab, I went back to get the copy of the results. I wanted to have proof she wasn't yours just incase Katia started her shit, saying you owe her child support."

Ivar's face contorted, scowling at the words of Ivy not being his. "Your five minutes is almost up, Hvitserk."

"Well, when I got back to the lab, I heard a scuffle from inside and yanked the door open. Herald had the tech by the collar of his shirt and was slapping him like a bitch," he looked back at Herald in disgust, "And I heard him say, 'You were supposed to say she's mine, you little bastard.' He told him that his sister was going to pay for it as soon as he called his brother. So I instantly made Herald let go of that guy and tell me what the hell was going on. The lab tech confirmed his story."

Alex just continued to listen, in complete shock. He asked Hvitserk, "What story?"

"Well, I found out that Herald's brother had the tech's sister and he'd threatened the tech and used her so he'd lie to you. Herald wouldn't tell me what else he made the poor guy lie about until we brought him here and 'persuaded' him," Hvitserk motioned toward Herald's face.

"Get to the fucking point, Hvitserk. My patience has grown thin, I'm exhausted, and I'm ready to go. I don't give a fuck if he wanted it to look like Ivy," he dropped his head, "Is his. Makes no difference to me." He looked to Alex, "Let's go."

Alex realized that there was more and Ivar was just too emotional at the moment to catch on. He walked closer to him and grabbed his hand and Ivar sighed. "Let Hvitserk tell you the rest and then we'll go. Out with it already, Hvitserk," Alex pressed.

Reluctantly, Ivar waited for Hvitserk to begin again. "Don't you get it? The Lab Tech lied, Ivar. Ubbe got the tech's sister to safety because he let the guy know we have Herald. And this ol' asshole, here," he patted Herald on the back, giving him a wicked smile, "He finally told us the rest." He grinned at Herald devilishly, "After, like I said, I persuaded him."

Annoyed that he was still entertaining his brother, Ivar rolled his eyes.

Hvitserk looked at Herald, sitting slumped over, "Herald, tell him!"

Herald looked up at Ivar, wondering what he'd do to him after he told him the truth. Hvitserk smacked him on the back of the head, "Come on. Tell him."

"Well, it started out as Katia's idea, I promise. Ivy isn't mine. I already knew this," he whinced as Ivar's cold stare grew darker, "Sh, umm, she said she could get money out of you for the both of us if she came back here and pretended like Ivy was yours and I later showed up claiming she's mine. Sh-she said, umm, she said," he began to fumble over his words as Ivar took another step closer to him, "That umm, she'd be able to convince you to pay me off to leave the two of you alone. And umm,"Herald gulped in fear as Ivar showed his clinched teeth, "And, umm, th-the plan, umm."

Ivar cut him off, "I have no more patience. Spit it out already!" Ivar growled, stepping closer and quickly placing his pocket knife, that he seemingly pulled out of nowhere, up to Herald's throat again, letting the edge dig in just enough to cause more blood. "Now! I know you know that I'm not afraid to use this knife on you."

"Umm, I promise. I promise I didn't know. It was all her," Herald panicked, holding his hands up in an attempt to show his innocence.

"You didn't know what?" Ivar demanded, pressing the knife a little harder.

"I, umm, I didn't know that she really was your daughter. Katia never told me that. I thought she didn't know who the father was. I-I'm so sorry. If I had known, I never would have went along with it. But once she got here, she told me she had changed her mind and didn't want to do that to you anymore because she wanted to get back together with you." Ivar turned back to look at Alex, who involuntarily rolled his eyes. Herald continued, "I thought I was doing you a favor by making you get a blood test. I thought it would prevent you from being trapped, taking care of a child that isn't yours. Umm, like I've been doing for the last year. I promise I didn't know."

Ivar looked to Hvitserk, "What is he even talking about? She's not mine."

Hvitserk stepped to Ivar, handing paperwork to him, "Here. The Lab Tech gave this to me."

Ivar took the knife away from Herald's throat and grabbed the papers. As he began reading, he dropped the knife and placed his hand over his mouth. He grew weak in the knees. As Ivar stumbled back, Hvitserk caught him and helped him sit in a nearby chair. Alex rushed to his side, placing a concerned hand on his shoulder.

Looking up at Hvitserk, Ivar asked between gasps, "Is, is this real?"

"Yes, brother, it's real," Hvitserk smiled.

Ivar looked up at Ubbe quizzically and Ubbe nodded and smiled. "Where, umm where is she? Where did you take her?"

"She's with mom. At your place."

He looked up to Alex and before he could say or ask anything, Alex told him, "Yes, I'll drive you. Let's go."

Ivar stood up and hugged Hvitserk and Ubbe. "Thank you. Thank you for having my back. Thank you so much!"

As Ivar took a step toward the door with Alex, he looked to him and said, "Wait here for a minute." He turned and walked back to Herald.

Looking at Ivar's hardened face, Herald instantly waved his hands up, "I didn't know. I promise, I didn't know. I'm sorry. I prom.."

Ivar stopped in front of him, "You unimaginable bastard. If I ever see you again, I promise you, I'll kill you." Before Herald could react, Ivar balled his fist up and swung with all his power behind it. He punched Herald straight in the face so hard that Herald fell backwards onto the floor.

Ivar jumped on top of him and as he was about to begin punching him again, Hvitserk caught his arm and Alex came up behind him, placing his hands on his shoulders. "You knocked him out, baby brother. You don't need to hit him again. Took two hits. You hit him and he hit the floor," Hvitserk laughed.

Ivar was stunned. "I, umm, I don't know," he stopped talking and placed his hand in Alex's as Alex helped him up. He hugged Alex, burying his face in the nape of his neck.

"You ready to go to her?" Alex asked softly.

"Yes."

Hvitserk walked them out. "Thanks again," Ivar told him as he got in the car.

As they drove, Ivar stared at the papers he still had in his hands. He was in shock. This was the first time he let himself admit that he'd wanted to be Ivy's father. He wasn't sure why he wanted it. He knew for sure he didn't want to have anything to do with Katia at all but now, this meant she'd be in his life, one way or another, from now on. But he was certain, he wanted to be Ivy's father. He felt warmth in his heart and then he looked to Alex. What if he didn't want this?

"Al, umm, Alex?" he began, "Are you ok with all of this? Are, umm, are we ok?" He suddenly felt worried.

Alex glanced at him and placed his hand in the seat between them, offering it to Ivar. Ivar grabbed his hand and intertwined his fingers as Alex gently squeezed. "Yes, we are ok. I just want you to be happy and I'm so happy for you. Of course, this means we have some new things to navigate, but I think we'll be ok. As long as, umm, well," Alex hesitated.

"What?"

"Well, as long as this is all about Ivy and not about Katia." Alex's heart practically stopped even thinking of her squirming her way between them.

Ivar turned in the seat a little to face Alex as Alex continued to drive. "You know how I feel about things with her. Especially now, with this new information. I mean, just when you think she couldn't possibly stoop any lower. If not for her being the mother of my child, oh my God, MY CHILD," Ivar's face lit up with a smile, "I'd have nothing to do with her at all. I have no use for her. No need to worry. My heart is yours, Love. This doesn't change that." He pulled Alex's hand to his mouth and kissed it.

Alex glanced over to him again and smiled, "Then, we're good." He knew this would all take some time, but he also knew it was worth it. He'd be lying if he didn't admit he was nervous about everything, but right now, he was just happy for Ivar.

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Ivar was out of the car before Alex had even turned the engine off. As he got to the door, he turned to wait for Alex. "Alex, what if," he suddenly dropped his head, "What if she doesn't like me? What if I'm not good enough for her?"

Alex placed his hands on either side of Ivar's cheeks and held his head up to face him. "Are you kidding me, Ivar? She already loves you. You are already so good with her. You are certainly good enough for her. Just don't worry. I'll be right here with you." Alex pulled him closer and kissed him.

At that very moment, Aslaug opened the front door, "Well, are you two planning to come in or are you just going to," it was at this moment that she looked up and saw them kissing. She blushed as she cleared her throat to get their attention. Alex immediately pulled away from Ivar, embarrassed. "We've really got to stop meeting this way, Alex," she laughed and stepped aside to let them in as he turned even darker red. She patted Alex on the back. As Ivar walked on in, she asked Alex, "How is he?"

Alex smiled nervously and answered, "Oh, he's about to tell you."

Closing the door behind them, Aslaug turned to Ivar and was about to express her sympathy when he asked, "Where is she?"

"Y/N? She's tending to the baby, dear. Shall I go get her for you?"

"No. I mean where is Ivy, mom."

Aslaug looked confused and glanced to Alex, who was smiling , and then back to Ivar. "Are you sure you want to see her? What are you planning here, dear?" she asked, skeptical of his intentions. "Dear, I'm so sorry that Katia has deceived you again, but you can't just," Ivar interrupted her.

He walked to her and pulled the rolled up papers from his back pocket and placed them in her hands, "Where is she?"

Aslaug looked down and immediately saw the results. Gasping and covering her mouth as a tear streamed down her face, she asked, "What? How?" as she pointed to one of Ivar's guest rooms.

"Go get her. I'll explain everything to your mom," Alex told him.

Ivar nervously told him, "Umm, Alex, can you come with me? We can explain everything to mom in a few minutes."

Alex looked back to Aslaug who motioned for him to go with Ivar.

As they opened the door and stepped into the room, they saw Ivy sitting in Y/N's lap. They were watching and listening to a children's book being read online by Ludacris, "Llama, Llama, red pajama reads a story with who? With his mama."

Ivy was giggling and bouncing in Y/N's lap. "Llama," Ivy softly said and Ivar's eyes teared up. She looked at Y/N and said, "Mama?"

"Soon, baby girl. You'll get to see Mama soon," Y/N reassured her.

It was then that Ivy saw Ivar standing behind them and pointed to him causing Y/N to turn around. "What are you guys listening to?" Ivar asked Y/N, smiling widely.

"Well, of all these wonderful books you have on your wall," you motioned toward the wall to wall bookshelf, "It seems you don't have one single child friendly book," you smiled, standing up and walking toward Ivar with Ivy in your arms. "I spoke to Hvitserk on the phone. Congratulations! It's a girl!" you said, hugging him.

Ivy reached for him and Ivar looked down at her. His heart practically stopped. "I, I can't believe this, umm, this is real."

Ivy reached out for him again, "Dada." Ivar's heart stopped.

"Did, did she just..?" His eyes widened at Y/N.

"I believe she did, Ivar," you smiled warmly at him.

Ivar leaned in and took her from Y/N into his arms. "I'll give you guys some time," you said, walking toward the door and stopping by Alex. You turned to him and hugged him, "You ok?" you asked in his ear.

"Yes, of course," Alex said back sincerely.

"Ok, well, congratulations to you, too, popi," you said, smacking him on the ass and walking out.

He smiled and just stood there and looked on as Ivar and Ivy stared at eachother. Ivar brushed her hair back from her face, "Hey there, sweetheart. Seems you're stuck with me afterall." He kissed her on top of her head and she leaned her head on his chest and squeezed her little arms across his broad chest as if she understood exactly what he was saying. Ivar stood like this with her for a few moments before finally pulling her up to his face. He kissed her on her cheeks, a tear slowly rolling down his face. "I didn't know how much you already mean to me. I promise you, I'll always be here for you. Nobody will ever hurt you without answering to me. There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do for you." Ivy looked up at him and placed her tiny hand on his cheek and she then laid her head back on his chest. She looked truly at peace. He rubbed her on her back and then turned to look at Alex.

Alex was leaning against the beam that was in the middle of the room, wiping his eyes. This may have been one of the most precious things he'd ever witnessed.

Ivar was overflowing with joy. The only other time he could remember feeling like this in his life was when he and Alex had finally admitted their love for eachother. Things had seriously chnaged from that moment until now. He was now ready to start their little family together, hoping this wouldn't put a strain on their relationship.

He waved Alex over. "You two are my world." He hugged Alex as he joined them. "I love you. I, umm, I love you both."

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Alex left Ivar with Ivy for them to have a few minutes of alone time. He went out to talk to Aslaug and the others. Aslaug was blown away by all of the information, but extremely proud of Hvitserk. "Who would have thought that it would be Hvitserk to catch on to something being off? Oh, my boys!"

Torvi and her little ones came from one of the other guest rooms. Asa ran to Alex, "Uncle Alex! Hey!" He bent down and scooped her up for hugs and tickles.

"Hey, little one! Did you miss me?" Alex asked her, sitting her back down.

"Umm, I want to see da baby."

He smiled at her, "Oh, I see. I'm chopped liver when it's comes to Ivy, humm?"

She giggled and ran back to Torvi. "Looks like you'll do fine in the role of daddy, Uncle Alex," Torvi teased him, coming for a hug. "How is he?"

"Honestly," he looked around to Aslaug and Y/N, "He's beside himself with joy. I don't think I've ever seen him so happy." Alex smiled.

"I have," you patted him on the back, "With you."

Alex blushed. Torvi added, "Well, there's nothing like true love."

Alex looked to Aslaug, expecting her to have a look of disgust across her face, but he saw something else in her eyes that he couldn't quite place. She stepped to him and, surprisingly, gave him a hug. She didn't say a word but just hugged him tight and then stepped away from him, wiping her eyes.

Torvi and the kids prepared to leave once they received word from Ubbe that Hvitserk had finally taken Herald back to his brother. They discussed if they'd all leave to give Ivar and Alex some time alone but after Alex had stepped in to check on Ivar, he told them all he was already sleeping and he didn't see a reason for Aslaug, Y/N, and Hvitserk to all leave and crowd Ubbe and Torvi's place when there was plenty of room at Ivar's. "I know he won't mind. He's in his own little world right now anyway. I don't think anything would upset him in his current state," Alex smiled.

As they all prepared for bed, Alex went to Hvitserk to shake his hand. Hvitserk pulled him in for a hug, "We brothers hug, man. You know that."

Alex smiled, "Thank you, Hvits. For everything. Thank you."

"Don't mention it. I'm just happy I got there when I did. This could have been so much worse."

Everyone went to their rooms and Alex cut the lights out in the living room. What a day! He went back to the guest room to tell Ivar Torvi had left Baby Ragnar's playpen for Ivy to sleep in and they could now go to bed.

When he opened the door, there he found Ivar knocked out on the sofa with Ivy laying on his chest sound asleep. It was absolutely precious. His arm was around her with his hand resting on her back and his other hand on her head. He debated on waking him so he could lay more comfortably in his bed but there was no way he could disturb his peace.

He stood there looking on as Ivy's body raised and went back down along with Ivar's breathing, admiring the man Ivar was, the father he knew he was going to be, the love he had to offer. He was in awe knowing this man had chosen to be with him and to be a part of his life. He felt truly fortunate.

He walked down the hall and got a blanket from the closet. He took it back and gently placed it over Ivar and Ivy. Ivar opened his eyes, stirring awake a little. "Shhh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you," Alex whispered. Ivar patted the spot beside him. "No, it's ok. I was headed to your room. You stay here with her."

"Nonsense," Ivar whispered back to him. "Pull that lever," he pointed toward the side of the sofa, "And the sofa let's out into a small sofa bed. There's room here for you, too." Ivar hesitated, "That's umm, if you, umm, if you want to sleep here, too."

Alex walked around to the other side of the sofa, "Of course I do. I just thought there wasn't enough space and that I'd give you time with her." He bent down and pulled the lever and smiled when it let out into the bed. "You sure you don't want some more time alone with her?" Alex whispered as he sat down on the edge.

"Shut up and come here to me," Ivar smiled. Alex laid back and curled up into Ivar's side with Ivar's arm under his head and resting on his back. He laid his head on Ivar's shoulder, and Ivar kissed the top of it. "This is the life. Now, everything's right with the world." He squeezed Alex tightly and smiled to himself. He couldn't believe how things had changed so quickly, but he was definitely thankful.

Alex raised up and kissed him on his neck. "Goodnight, Ivar."

Yes, there are still more chapters to come! Stay tuned...

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#ivar the boneless smut #ivar the boneless fic #ivar smut #alex hoegh andersen #alex høgh andersen #alex + ivar smut #alex hogh andersen smut #love is love #friends to lovers

[prismatica-the-strange]

Bite Me | That Bitch Can Eat Her Heart Out

Warnings: 18+, Public (Semi-discrete) sex, toxic possessiveness, p in v, unprotected sex

Cori is already a somewhat jealous person, so when she sees Blaine flirting with Peyton at Human/Zombie Night she makes sure both of them know who he belongs to.

Word Count: 1.2k

Song: Love Bites (So Do I) by Halestorm

Human/Zombie night has been their busiest night since it was started. So Cori is surprised Blaine has time to stand around talking while she runs around, helping Don E behind the bar.

That's when she notices who he's talking to, acting mayor, little Miss Perfect. AKA Peyton Charles.

She knows that smile he's giving her, and she can see her blushing at it. Cori's blood boils at the sight of them casually flirting and her eyes go red.

"Uh oh," Don E snickers, "I know that look. Someone's gonna die."

Blaine looks back at what he was doing when she goes to join her friends, a pleased smirk on his lips and she seriously considers ripping his throat out.

She doesn't say a word, just sets the glass she was cleaning on the bar and walks toward him.

"I'll just tend the bar myself then?" Don E asks, but she ignores him.

She takes Blaine by the hand once he's in reach and he looks up at her.

"Hey, beautiful," He smiles, looking confused when she tugs his arm, "Something wrong?"

"Just come with me."

He does, weaving through the crowd to the other side of the club, just two booths away from where Liv, Peyton, and Ravi are.

She pushes him onto the leather cushion, into the corner, and moves to straddle his thighs.

"What're you doing, sweetheart?" He asks, lips stretching into a wide grin. His hands find her hips and he tilts his head back when she kisses him.

Her hands slide beneath the collar of his shirt, squeezing and scratching his chest and shoulders.

"Mmm, Cori," He hums against her lips, "Not that I'm not loving the attention, but what brought this-"

The words stick in his throat when she rolls her hips against his.

"Fu-fuck," He murmurs, feeling himself getting harder with every roll of her body against his, "Cori, baby."

He tries to stand, to lift her so he can bring her back to the office to fuck her, but she grips the back of the booth, keeping them there.

His eyebrows furrow when she pulls away and reaches between them.

"Cori!" His eyes go wide at the sound of his zipper being undone.

"Shhh," She leans down and starts kissing down his neck, "Lemme make you feel good, no one'll know."

He lets out a breathy laugh, hands catching her shirt when he runs them up her back.

"W-what's gotten into you?" He hisses when she palms him through his boxers, "Baby... hah- Cori. Hey, hey."

He pulls her hands away and leans back so he can look at her.

"What's going on?" He looks concerned.

She cups his face and kisses him again, "You're mine."

"Of course I am, sweetheart," He assures her, "Is that what this is about?"

"Need you to say it," She pouts against his lips.

"Cor, there's people around."

She notices the way he shifts beneath her, pressing his bulge against her leg.

"Need to hear you say it," She insists, "Blaine, please."

The needy whine in her voice is turning him on like crazy. He wants to make her cry his name in that voice and beg him for more.

"Oh honey," He coos, fingers running through her hair, "Lemme take you back to the office and we can- Shit! Cori!"

He throws his head back when she grinds down hard on him, breath catching when she drags her tongue up his exposed neck.

"You know, you're making it real h-hard to be a gentleman here."

"I don't remember asking you to be a gentleman," She says, "I only want one thing, and it isn't that."

She tugs his boxers down just enough to grip his hard cock, his eyes screwing shut at the slow pump of her fist.

"Say it and you can have me however you want me," She growls.

"H-huh?" He's already forgotten what they were talking about, lost in the feel of her.

"Blaine?"

He yanks her hips forward, fingers delving beneath her skirt. He lets out a pleased groan when he feels how soaked her panties are before pulling them aside.

He tries to hide the moan forcing its way from him against her neck as he slides into her.

"Fuck, baby," He kisses her skin and sighs, "You're gonna get us in trouble, sweetheart."

His head falls back when she starts to move, slowly rolling her hips, pussy fluttering around him.

She looks up at the group a few tables down, but Peyton is too involved in her conversation to notice her glare.

"Feel so good, Cor," Blaine brings her full attention back to him, the way his Adam's apple bounces when he says her name. She picks up the pace slightly and he keens, "Fuck baby, jus like that."

She tangles her fingers in his hair and pulls him up to look at her. His eyes are unfocused and she almost laughs when she realizes.

"Poor thing," She teases, "I've barely even started and he's already pussy drunk."

Something about her taking control turns him to mush, it always has, even before he was a zombie.

It's like when he's looking up at her like this, his adoration comes out in an unstoppable wave of words and touches.

His hands slide under her shirt, feeling her skin against his.

"Love you," He sighs as he presses his lips to her throat, "Need you."

"Tell me you're mine," She whimpers. She grips his shoulders, riding him harder, both of them moaning at the feeling, "Please, Blaine."

"I'm yours, Cori! I'm yours! I-I'm yours!" He whines. He presses his forehead to the base of her throat, mouth falling open with a groan as he cums, "'M yours. 'm all yours. Jesus fuck, Coriander, I'm yours!"

"That's right, baby. All- ah!" She grips his hair tight, and he gasps for air when she clenches around him, her orgasm washing over her. She looks up to meet Peyton's shocked stare, a proud and blissed-out grin spreading across her face, "All mine."

He leans his head back when she lets go, chest heaving as he cranes his neck to see what she was looking at.

"Oh, come on!" He laughs through heavy breaths, "Is that it?"

Cori looks down at him, anger and insecurity flooding her veins.

"Honey," He holds her cheeks and pulls her into a warm kiss, "Sweetheart... Angel."

He smiles up at her, lovesick and amused.

"Are you jealous?" His teasing tone makes her want to cry, "Don't be. She's not the one with my dick in her, is she?"

He kisses her again, just as lovingly as before.

"And you shouldn't have to worry about her going after me again, not after that little show of marking your territory."

When he puts it like that it fills her with embarrassment and she curls in on herself to hide in his arms.

"Aw, no," He laughs, holding her close, "Don't be embarrassed! You're hot when you're possessive."

"Shut up!"

"Maybe I should flirt with more girls if that's what it takes to get you to take charge."

She sits back and hits his shoulder, "Don't you dare!"

He cups her cheek and runs his thumb against her skin.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I won't," He murmurs, kissing her softly, "I'm all yours."

#prisma self ships #prisma writes #blaine debeers #blaine mcdonough #izombie #bite me #blaine debeers smut

[bisexual-horror-fan]

In honor of you meeting Skeet Ulrich and Matthew Lillard congratulations by the way! (I’m new here but saw you met them so like WOW! That’s the dream) I was wondering I I could ask you what you personal favorite line from each Ghostface in the Scream movies is?

I’m shy so is it okay that I stay anonymous? I’ll just use the emoji 🔪 for any future asks I love your work btw and absolutely love scream :)

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Well, fuck me, I think I can do that! Let's run down the list.

Billy Loomis: "Sure it is, Sid. It's all a movie. It's all one great big movie. Only you can't pick your genre." Something about this, just fucking hits, right in the chest, the way he says it, the look on his face, I do not know, I love it.

Stu Macher: ''You take a knife and you slit 'em from groin to sternum.'' Seriously another one that I just adore, it is so telling to his character, I think about it often.

And a specfic one as Ghostface from the first Scream that hits is, "Scary night isn't it? With the murders and all. It's like right out of a horror movie or something." A little more unconventional but it is during the first call Sidney ever gets from Ghostface, so it only feels right to pick it man.

Mickey Altieri: "You should really deal with your trust issues Sid: I mean, poor Derek. He's completely innocent and such a nice boy too. He's bright and funny and handsome. Decent singing voice. And he was going to be a doctor. This is just the kinda boy you'd like to take home to mom. If you had a mom." So fucked up but the delivery of it man just gets me and gets me hard, also life imitating art, imitating life is up there.

Nancy Loomis/Debbie Salt: "Not wise to patronize me with a gun, Sidney. Randy spoke poorly of Billy, and I got a little knife happy." Again while I don't like Nancy a lot, the delivery was a serve.

Scream 2 Ghostface: "Have you ever felt a knife cut through human flesh... and scrape the bone beneath?" Noooo I have not but fuck me, do I want to!

Roman Bridger: "Variety called me a "pariah". I don't even know what a "pariah" is." Honestly very fucking funny line and delivery, I can give it up for that, second place is, "I'm about to turn 30, and it looks like I might be the next target". I, too, am about to turn 30 and would like to be the next victim, please.

Scream 3 Ghostface: "She's got a nice little... voice." The way it is said is like, okay! I see you!

Charlie Walker: "Shhh... It doesn't happen as fast as it does in the movies, I know." Yeah this was the moment I was like okay, okay, I get it. He's got something about him.

Jill Roberts: "You just won't die, will you? Who are you, Michael fucking Myers?" If I have to pick one from her, it's this one.

Scream 4 Ghostface: "I'm gonna slit your eyelids in half so you don't blink when I stab you in the face." Like it would be any other one man, come the fuck on.

Amber Freeman: "Welcome to act three." Again, the delivery, the cunt in it, yes. Also, "Yeah, and he died like a pussy!"

Richie Kirsch: "Oh, thank god, you're still alive. Because I really wanted to be the one to kill you". Again, low tier Ghostface but a good line with solid delivery.

Scream 5 Ghostface: "It's an honour." Like it'd be anything else COME ON.

Jason Carvey: "Alright, fine. It was even better than we could have imagined. And when the knife, went in her, it's like… she wasn't a human anymore. Just an animal. And everytime when I went in, she was less… Less human… And then? She was… just meat." Hot, so, so hot.

Ethan Landry: "I've always wanted to stick something in you, Tara!" Obviously it has to be this one, fuck.

Quinn Bailey: "I got Stu Macher's mask. He was my favorite." Bitch same!

Wayne Bailey: "All the best lies are based from the hard truth." Dude fucking sucks and ACAB always but I mean this hits.

Scream 6 Ghostface: "Who gives a fuck about movies?" I mean I do, way too much, but good shit man!

Okay and these are my picks, hope it is detailed enough man.

#BHF opinion #BHF asks #Scream talk

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Hello and sorry for the delay, in regards to the ask I sent in a little while back. What I meant to say was timewise; can you do a drabble where they're (Comicverse A and B) in-between after the Joust incident but before their reconciliation? It would be in the middle of those years where they had a kinda undefined relationship (Not canon but as canon compliant as possible). Could you have it where A maybe takes care of B for an unrelated injury or consoles him thru something mentally? Just something that A does to help B without wanting to gain something from him. Which then that unintentionally builds a little bit of trust back. I hope that helps, sorry if I came across jumbled or made it worse (Lol and my crimes against punctuation). Anyway thank you so much for your time and wanting to clarify w me! I appreciate you so much :)

Hiii!! Thank you so much for clarifying your request, this was a very cute idea and I really enjoyed writing it!! It's a bit on the longer side for a drabble but I hope you like it!!

“God damnit!” Ballister spat, limping towards his hideout. This latest attempt to infiltrate the castle had proven far less successful than he'd hoped. The Institution put in a bunch more booby traps than the plans he'd intercepted showed. His leg was ensnared in barbed wire, as he'd abandoned his armor to fit through the narrow drainage gate. He ended up bloodied before his nemesis even got a chance to show up. He really hoped he wouldn't find him and rub his face in this now.

“Need a hand?” Said a voice from the woods. Ballister narrowed his eyes. “Come to gloat, Goldenloin?”

There was silence and then a rustling of leaves as the shiny, bronze-clad knight stepped out of the shadows. “Come on, don't be like that. I didn't set those traps, I didn't even know they were there! Nobody expected you or anyone else to try and bust in that way.” He looked at Ballister's leg. “You're hurt.”

“Oh gee, I wonder how that happened?” He replied sarcastically. Ambrosius rolled his eyes. “My horse is tied a bit further back on the path. He's good for double-riding, we’ll get you home.”

“I am not escorting you back to my house, have you lost your mind?”

Ambrosius crossed his arms. “Well I can't well let you stumble back there on your own in this state! But fine, I anticipated you might be stubborn about it, so I brought a first aid kit.” He rifled through his pack. “There's a clearing just up the road here.”

Ballister swallowed. Damn, he really didn't want to take help from Ambrosius, the bastard probably had some scheme planned. If he wasn't gonna arrest him, it'd be something else. But what choice did he have? He couldn't get back home in this state, not without getting patched up first. “Fine.”

Ambrosius smirked triumphantly, which was infuriating, and tucked an arm up under Ballister's shoulder on his bad side. Surprisingly gentle, he supported his weight while they limped to a nearby clearing off the road, where they wouldn't be seen.

Ballister hissed looking at his leg when he sat down. It would heal, but it was definitely sprained and torn up.

Ambrosius lit a lantern and took out his medical supplies. So far, Ballister didn't see signs of funny business. He insisted upon inspecting the iodine before allowing Ambrosius to use it, but there appeared to be nothing amiss.

Ambrosius donned a pair of gloves and wire-cutters and began carefully snipping and pulling away the barbed wire. Ballister fought to remain composed, but damn, it hurt like a bitch. For once, Ambrosius was quiet, not mocking. “I know,” he said softly. “I know it hurts. I'm almost done.” He dampened a gauze rag with iodine and dabbed the area.

Ballister’s eyes snapped wide and he bit hard on his tongue to stop from screaming. That shit always burns something awful. He briefly thought maybe Ambrosius was doing this to get pleasure from hurting him, but the way his brow furrowed said something different. “Shhh, take deep breaths. I’m sorry, I'm sorry, almost done.” He examined the leg. “It doesn't look like you need any stitches, so I'll bandage this up, okay?”

Ballister nodded stiffly, and he watched as those hands, bare from the scaled armor that usually concealed them, wrapped clean gauze bandaging around his calf with all the care and precision in the world. His eyes were focused, not manic as usual. He almost looked like the young man Ballister once loved, when he would ice his sprains and stroke his hair. Almost.

Ambrosius tied off the bandage and patted the leg. “That ought to feel better.”

Ballister pulled his leg away and tucked it under himself. “Why are you doing this?”

Ambrosius looked at him, almost puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“Oh please. You know it's weird! Why patch me up? What's your angle?”

Ambrosius shrugged. “You know my angle already.” He looked away, and the cocky veneer glossed over his face again, accompanied by a toothy grin. “You're my nemesis. If anything bad happens to you, I'll be out of a job!”

“Ugh!” Ballister rolled to his feet and began limping back to the path.

“Ballis– Lord Blackheart, wait!”

He swiveled. “What do you want, Goldenloin? What do you actually want?”

“Oh! Um–” he played with his hands. “You should take my horse. It will be hard to walk. Just send him back tomorrow.”

“Oh, you got a tracker on him or something?”

Ambrosius rolled his eyes. “I already know where your fortress is! Why would I even– just take him, okay? Just send him back, he'll get sad without his friends at the stable. He can find his own way home, he's done it before.”

Ballister took a deep breath, but he relented. He looked over the beast once Ambrosius retrieved it and as he claimed, there was nothing nefarious that stood out. Looking at that face, the face he once loved so deeply, saying goodbye, it felt somehow different.

Maybe the Ambrosius he loved wasn't all gone, maybe parts of him remained. There was an understanding between them. Maybe not quite trust, but there was something, like it or not, and there always would be

#nimona #drabble requests #nimona fanfic #nimona graphic novel #blackloin #goldenheart #ballister x ambrosius #ballister blackheart #ambrosius goldenloin

[im-a-matt-girl]

I need one where the reader is like a sister to them (like Maddie), and they're watching a movie, all together and maybe she sleeps cuddling with Nick

I'm a Matt girl too btw

Thank you<3

#MattGirls4Life 🤘

"Movie"

It's movie night at your house tonight. The four of us are sitting on your couch, with Chris closest to the windows, then you, then me, then Matt on the other side of me, closest to the kitchen.

"Whose turn is it to pick?" you ask, holding the remote out.

"Yours, Dummy," Chris says, not looking up from his phone.

"Wrong," Matt interjects, taking the remote from you. "It's my turn."

"iT's mY tUrN," Chris says in a mocking tone.

I can't help giggling. I'm obsessed with the way you all lovingly tease each other.

"Chris, shut up," Matt mutters, swatting the air in front of his face with the remote in a jokingly threatening manner.

You roll your eyes. "Both of you, stop," you say. "Just pick something."

"I'm kinda feeling something scary," Matt says with a devilish grin.

You turn to look at me. "You okay with that?" you ask me.

"Yeah, I guess," I shrug. I'm not a huge fan of scary movies, and you know that, but I don't want to cause too much of an upset. I'll be okay.

As the movie starts, Chris finally puts his phone away. Matt looks excited. I lean against you to feel a little more safe.

Every time a scary part comes up, I hold onto your arm a little more tightly, and lean against you a little closer.

"You okay?" you whisper to me.

I nod slowly, unable to tear my eyes away from the screen. It's like a train wreck; I hate looking, but I can't look away. I also don't want to seem like a little bitch in front of your brothers, so again I say nothing.

You comfortingly wrap your arm around me and hold my hand. "Just close your eyes if you get too scared," you whisper into my ear.

"Shhh, Nick," Matt shushes you. "This is the best part."

"She's scared," you say quietly, pointing at me.

I close my eyes, and I suddenly feel a lot sleepier than I thought I was. I drift in and out of consciousness as the movie drags on for what feels like forever.

Finally, the movie ends. I am awoken by the abruptness of Chris' voice breaking the silence. "Alright, I'm fuckin' tired," he announces. "I'm going to bed."

"Good-night," I hear your voice vibrate against my ear.

I look up at you with blurry vision. "Sorry," I murmur. "I think I fell asleep."

"It's okay," you smile at me. "Do you wanna sleep out here? I can make up the couch for you."

I look around the living room. "Wait, where's Matt?" I ask.

"He just left," you answer me. "Didn't even say 'good-night.' Rude."

I scrunch up my nose and laugh. "It's fine. I just don't think I can sleep alone after that scary movie, to be honest… Is it okay if I sleep with you?"

"Oh! Uh, sure!" you tell me. "Come on."

You lead me to your room, and you show me which side of the bed is yours. "This is my side. You sleep on that side."

"Okay," I yawn. "Thank you."

"Of course," you say. "Sleep tight."

I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. Again, my consciousness ebbs and flows as I hear you go through your nightly routine. When you get into bed with me, I feel your warmth, and it makes me want to get closer to you. I scoot over and put my hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah?" you say, looking over at me.

"Is it… okay if… we cuddle?" I ask you. "Strictly platonically, of course," I add.

"Sure," you smile, putting your arm around me. "Good-night."

"Good-night," I whisper, already starting to dream.

#sturniolo triplets & reader #fic #op #ask #lovers-rockkk #pov: yours #criticism from requester accepted ♡

[foreverinlovewithyousworld]

Hello!

I'm starting House M.D and I love him and Wilson together, so I made a little fic (or shot if you will) about them. It goes around season 2 of the show. Hope you like it!

Wilson woke up from a very vivid dream. It took him a minute to gather where he was. It was House’s couch. The headache hit him like a ton of bricks, the light from the outside hurt his eyes. 

“Finally, the sleeping beauty has woken up, I was worried that I might had to kiss you because you’ve been sleeping for 12 hours”

Wilson, freak out checked his arm watch. It was 2 p.m. He put aside a blanket that he didn’t remembered grabbing; just to see that he didn’t have any pants on.

“House…where are my...”

“Just so you know, you did arrive with them on, you only took them off after I put on that little Richie record on and danced to Long Tall Sally” House blurted while giving him a cup of coffee. 

Wilson begun to have some memories from last night event. After leaving House with Stacy at the hospital, guilt had swarm him over and decided to go for a drink. But a drink turned into tree, and then four, and so on. A feeling of sorrow drive him to get blacked out drunk, he felt guilty because he couldn’t come clean to House about his true feelings. About their own relationship, his jealousy he felt towards Stacy. He didn’t comprehend why House wanted to get back with her, after all the damage, all the sleepless nights he spend with House, to try make him feel better. He felt a little betrayed by House for choosing her over him.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what happened with Stacy?”

“What happened with Stacy?” Wilson said with a monotonous tone

“She is going to move out, with him”

Wilson’s heart sunk. Even if it wasn’t House choice, they wouldn’t be back together again, Wilson smirked a little. 

“House”

“Yep?”

“I need to tell you something”

“Are you going to say that you love me and that I was making a terrible mistake by wanting to be with Stacy? I already know it, don’t’ worry”

Wilson spit out his coffee and, while he was coughing, House grab him a napkin.

“Before you arrived, you left me a message in my machine, you want to hear it?”

“Oh god please no”

“Let’s hear it anyways” House grabbed his cane, and with it he presses the play bottom. 

“Houseeeeeee, house, house, houseeeeeeeeyyyy, listen to me ok? Are you listening?  You are making a bad choice House, am telling you, and am the one who’s been married three times, could you give me another?” Wilson burped 

The background noise told him that he was still in the bar when he called House.

“Please, House, stop it”

“Shhhh, shhh this is my favorite part” House answered while the message continued

“Oh… where was I? yeah you and Stacy could never work, you are an arrogant, selfish son of a bitch and she left you for it. You know what was the longest relationship you ever had? With me. I put up with all your crap because of a simple reason. I love you. Ok? I loooooooove you, I said it. And you are also the longest relationship I ever had. Why don’t we make it official and go to Las Vegas to get married? We can have Chase as a flower girl…boy…whatever. And have Cuddy as a witness, Cuddy is amazing you know? Well, this is all I wanted to tell you...also it’s 3 am and maybe you are sleep, so I’m going to go and tell you this in person, wait for me. Hey, could you give me the check?” The message had finished.

Wilson felt all the blood going to his head. He couldn’t believe that he told, who could be the love of his life, all his feelings while being blacked out drunk. He thought that he was better than that. 

“When you arrived, you forgot the real reason why you came here for, you told me that you gave my address instead of yours to your taxicab, because you forgot where you live and I believed you, because of your drunkenness.  I only listened to this message after 10 am” House gave a sip to his coffee.

“I... I don’t know what to say” said Wilson, while being visibly flustered 

“You said everything in the message. I do have a cellphone; you know? It could have been more romantic. You, waking me up in the middle of the night just to pour your heart out to me, almost modern age Shakespearian…Do you really mean all of that?”

“Yes” Wilson, almost for the first time in his life was left speechless- “Well, maybe not the getting married in Las Vegas, but apart from that, I did mean it”

“Too bad. I was already picking out a very nice tuxedo, also a very nice touch having Chase as a flower boy, but I always thought of him as a very cute golden retriever, the hair gives it away, maybe we could have him go to the altar in all four legs, its Las Vegas, they have seen weirder stuff”

“Do you?” Wilson asked 

“Maybe…” House replied “Someday I mean…Wilson, we haven’t even kiss yet”

“You did try to remember? In that news’s year’s eve party at Cuddy’s, you said It was very unlucky to start the year without a kiss”

“And you refused it, and now you are divorced for the third time, and I had an affair with a married woman that left me, I was right” 

The room was left in silence. House grabbed the Tv remote to put some background noise and break it.

“I mean, it could work out. As you said, you put with my crap, I put out with yours. No one is better for me than you” House said while surfing for a channel 

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” Wilson said finally 

“I thought that you never ask...oh look the O.C. is on” answered while putting the remote next to him

House hand was next to Wilson’s. He made the first move and grabbed his pinky. Even though that Wilson still had a massive headache, the comfort of House’s hand gave him happiness. After all these years, all it took him was alcohol and an answering machine to be able to express his repressed feelings over House. The anxiety, and the burden of this secret was finally lift of his shoulders. 

“Do we tell Cuddy?” Wilson added

“Let her figure out” House exclaimed “Maybe we could make out in the halls, make her see us, and when she asks us about it we could deny everything, it’s going to be so fun watching go nuts over us” House exclaimed

In all his three marriages, Wilson had never felt so at home than with House. No matter where they were. It had never occurred to him that House might felt the same way as him. He was his, and no one could ever take away from him. 

#hilson #gregory house #james wilson #doctor house #house and wilson #house m.d.