#man the anticipation of a pet dying is fucking awful

[everyfandomever]

One comment about maybe we should wait to put harley to sleep and i broke

#my mom made that comment!!! #harley is doing okay rn but!!!!! #its going to get worse!!! #hes getting use to not seeing and can find his way around now #and he is eating!!!! but for how long? #how long until he cant bring himself to eat or it hurts him to try to stand #and its just going to get more difficult for everyone if we delay #idk i just feel awful for having to decide to put him to sleep while he still feels like himself or wait #the maybes and what ifs are getting to me now #i dont want to force him to live in discomfort and misery bc of our inability to let him go #man the anticipation of a pet dying is fucking awful #death isnt easy no matter pet or human #idk yall i feel like shit and have finally started ugly sobbing #im trying to be nice and give everyone more time with him but fuck #i just want hold him and not let anyone else come near #also feels unfair to our other dog #and gods how is she going to react??? #shes never been a lone dog before #always had her littermates or harley with her #gods my heart is breaking #i just hope the fields of asphodel are comfortable for him #i love him so much despite all of bullshit and pain #vex spits out random shit

[happy-whumper]

Food Poisoning

Is this..actual content? Damn who would have thought that would happen again 💀🤣

For a bit of context, this is set before Olivia came to Nicolas, actually her last 'owner' before him.

psh psh @darklyria, come simp for the Evil bastard Man~

CW: Poisoning/Drugging, Starvation, Vomiting, begging, creepy/intimate whumper, noncon touching (non sexual), pet whump (if I forgot anything, please let me know and I will add it!)

5 days. It had been 5 days since Olivia had last eaten.

She was laying on her back on the wooden floor, staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore the aching emptiness in her stomach, another wave of nausea washing over her, causing her to tightly close her eyes.

Deep breaths.

Easier said than done, considering the just slightly too tight collar around her neck. Not quite tight enough to fully cut off her airflow but enough to cause her breathing to be labored and shaking lightly. She tried to swallow but her mouth was completely dried out, leaving an almost stale taste behind.

At the door stood two people, a man and a woman.Olivia didn’t need to turn her head to know that they were there. She didn’t know their names or maybe she had known them at some point and just forgotten.

Either way it didn’t matter, they never did anything to help her anyways. Just stood there, watching. Making sure she didn’t try anything stupid.

These times were still the closest she came to having some peace, the closest she came to being alone. But they never lasted long.

As if on command she heard awfully familiar footsteps approaching. Confident, determined and almost..relaxed in a way.

Olivia shivered, both from the dreadful anticipation as well as the almost numbing cold she had been feeling for the past days.

She tried to somehow prepare herself for what was about to come, knowing full well it wouldn’t have any use anyways.

As the door opened and a tall, blond man in a casually expensive looking white shirt walked in, Olivia had just managed to at least half sit up, still mainly leaning on her hand and elbow. Something about the man caused all the attention to immediately shift towards him, something he was clearly very aware of.

He was grinning, there was something smug about it, that made Olivia want to punch him, but since that wasn’t exactly possible she instead resorted to glaring dagger at him, only causing his smile to only get even more amused.

“Aw, well someone doesn’t look happy to see me…”

Clenching her jaw Olivia tried to push herself up a bit more, but failed because of the weakness in her muscles. “Yeah I wonder why.”

Nathan just laughed at that, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “What’s wrong Princess, not in a good mood today?” The ‘nickname’ made her skin crawl and she wasn’t sure if the next wave of nausea came from hunger or pure disgust by the man looking down on her.

She didn’t bother responding, which he didn’t seem to care about too much. He stepped a bit closer, crouching down in front of her and firmly grabbing her chin, causing her to instinctively pull away. “Ah, ah, ah, what did I say about pulling away from me, hm?” His voice was still calm but she didn’t miss the warning undertone in it causing her to immediately freeze.

He chuckled lightly to himself, lightly brushing his thumb over her chin, causing a feeling of discomfort and disgust to send a shiver down her spine. “That’s what I thought,” he made a gesture to the man standing at the door, causing him to move out of Olivia’s view, leaving her a bit uneasy as Nathan started talking again, “Well, I actually have something that might cheer you up a bit Princess~”.

She felt her heart drop, her eyes immediately going wider. That never meant anything good…

A few seconds later the broader man appeared again, handing Nathan something she instantly recognised, only increasing the feeling of unease in her chest and causing the hairs on her arms to stand up.

“No! Get that..fucking thing away from me!” Rapidly shaking her head and almost crawling backwards, she stared at the short, black leash in his hand. The man in front of her just smirked at her reaction, a hint of impatience.

“Hm, I see someone’s decided to be… difficult today, hm pet?”, he leaned back a bit, lightly tapping has chin as if he was considering something, looking towards the man next to him, “I am not sure if such an ungrateful pet deserves to eat after all…”

At his last words Olivia's head immediately snapped up, a sudden feeling of desperation taking over her, still awfully aware of her empty stomach. “No, please I’m sorry I-”, his head turned towards her, lightly raising an eyebrow with an expectant grin on his face. For a moment she stayed silent, her mouth feeling even more dried out than before, swallowing hard and as a result feeling the tight collar press into her throat. She knew exactly what he wanted to hear and even though a part of her wanted anything but to give in to him, the bigger, more present and louder part was desperate, willing to do anything to just get something to eat.

“P-please Sir...I’m sorry I…”, she closed her eyes for a moment, almost forcing the words out, “I’ll be good Sir, I promise, please!” Her cheeks burned from embarrassment and humiliation but as she opened her eyes again and saw the satisfied smile on his face, she knew that it had been convincing enough.

“Hm, I love hearing you beg like this… So desperate, aren’t you princess?” Olivia bit the inside of her lip so hard that the faint taste of blood filled her mouth but she nodded, her eyes glued to the ground. “Y-yes Sir…”

“Good pet.”

About 45 minutes later, Olivia could finally remember what it was like to not feel hungry again, almost allowing her to relax a bit.

She lightly glanced up to Nathan who was sitting in a chair at the head of a conference room-like table, calmly listening to the other Man around the table talking and discussing. Despite the fact that she was kneeling next to him, the humiliation burning through her, she almost felt...grateful.

As if it hadn’t been Nathan who had starved her in the first place.

Suddenly a wave of dizziness came over her, prompting her to close her eyes for a moment, trying to fight the dazed feeling, not thinking too much of it.

The sudden feeling of a hand in her hair made her flinch, her eyes instinctively flying open, from the corner of her eye noticing the light smirk on the Man’s face.

She let out a breath, trying her best to just ignore it and focus on something else.

Only a few minutes later she once again started feeling light-headed, more severe than the first time, causing her to suck in a sharp breath, catching Nathan’s attention again.

“Everything alright dear?” His voice sounded almost concerned, if Olivia’s mind hadn’t been so woozy she would have picked up on the fake sincerity behind it. As it was though, she just nodded slowly, suddenly feeling nauseous, her eyes going wide, shifting on her knees.

Nathan chuckled lightly to himself, tightening the grip in her hair lightly, but she barely even registered it over the sudden stabbing pain in her stomach, letting out a pained gasp.

She quickly shut her eyes again, the nausea and dizziness getting worse by the second. It felt like the whole room was spinning, the floor underneath her shifting and turning, leaving her dazed and disoriented.

What the hell…

What she couldn’t see was the cruel smile spreading across Nathan's face as he leaned back in his chair, watching Olivia. More to himself, not loud enough for Olivia to hear, he chuckled lightly “Well that worked faster than I expected… “. He gestured to one of his ‘assistants’, signaling him to walk over to him.

"Yeah, Boss?" Nathan didn't even so much as turn his head, his eyes fixated on his pet, who's gaze was getting more glossy and distant. "Take my pet back to my room, I'll be there as soon as this here is done. Until then you stay with her and watch her. Wouldn't want to risk any...more permanent damage."

The man Paused for a Moment, getting a mildly confused look on his face, frowning lightly. "Uh… With all due respect Sir, you want me to play Babysitter?".

At that Nathan turned to him, raising an eyebrow "Is there a Problem? James, isn't it?", as the other nodded he continued talking, "Now I understand it that you're new here, so let me explain something to you. If I say something, you do it, you don't question me, you don't give any comments on it, you simply Follow the Order. I pay you enough for you to simply do that, don't you Think?" His voice had gotten colder now, a clear warning to not test his patience any further.

James nodded quickly, clearly a bit more intimidated now. "Oh yes of course Boss. Sorry." He lightly cleared bis throat and Nathan just nodded swiftly, turning his attention back to the men at the Table whose conversation had fallen quiet, the attention turned towards the Man sitting at the head of the Table. "Excuse me Gentlemen, just something small I had to take care of, please continue".

As the conversation slowly started again, the taller Man, James, Walked around the Chair, harshly grabbing Olivia's arm and pulling her up. The sudden motion combined with the nearly overwhelming dizziness caused her to stumble and almost fall, reflexively reaching out to the nearest surface, in that case the armrest of Nathan's chair, grabbing onto it as though her life was dependent on it.

Without turning around, Nathan put a Hand on Olivia's back, something that would have normally made her skin crawl but she was almost grateful for now.

"Careful. I would hate for you to damage my property."

By the time they were back in the bedroom, Olivia was sure that she was dying.

Every part of her body was taken over by an aching, hot pain, making her feel like she was burning from the inside out.

Her stomach felt like it was being cut open from the inside by a thousand tiny knives, leaving her almost breathless. In Addition to that she felt a burning fire build up behind her eyes, Lifting her arms up with a groan and pressing her Hands against her temples, granting a short Relief of the burning heat.

That Relief only lasted until the overwhelming nausea caused her to empty the insides of her stomach into the Toilet in front of her.

She couldn't remember how she even got to the bathroom floor but at that Moment she also didn't have the energy to Think about it, as the bitter taste of bile made her gag again, despite her stomach being completely emptied out.

Hot tears were running down her face, a ragged sob shaking up her whole body. She let herself drop to the cold floor, savouring the short alleviation of the cold, pulling her knees up to her chest, hoping for any sort of relief to the pain. But it never came. If anything, it just got worse the more time passed, making her feel like her insides were twisting and turning in cruel agony.

As a sudden, almost stabbing feeling went through her she wanted to scream, but her body was too worn out to bring up the energy, only managing a broken whimper. Olivia once again screwed her eyes shut, hoping that she might at least pass out so the pain would stop.

While she collapsed on the floor, James was standing in the doorway, his back turned away from her, frowning in annoyance. He hadn’t been paying too much attention to what exactly she was doing, still irritated about the fact that he had to ‘babysit’ now.

He scoffed, shaking his head lightly and crossed his arms in front of his chest, half glaring at the door across the room.

If I had known that this was part of the job I would have thought twice before taking it…

At the sound of a broken sob he turned around, narrowing his eyes but instantly freezing at the sight before him.

The girl, or 'pet' as his Boss referred to her, was lying on the stone tiles curled up in a fetal position, her breathing unsteady and interrupted by muffled sobs, her whole body trembling and shaking.

He felt his stomach drop, a sickening feeling spreading throughout his body. From the others he had heard about how his new Boss treated his ‘pets’, that it was just to be ignored, but this was the first time he had witnessed it first hand.

James didn’t even know her name and yet he felt awful seeing her lying there, her pale face almost matching the colour of the tiles her head was resting on and the pained whimpers escaping her throat.

But he knew that there wasn’t anything he could do to help her, no matter how much he wanted to. The others had warned him about that too, it would easily cost him his job if not worse and at the end of the day, it would only make things worse for her as well.

So all he did was stand there, watching her with an almost overwhelming feeling of helplessness.

About 10 minutes later, the bedroom door opened and the tall blond Man stepped through, a relaxed smile on his face. James had turned around again, not bearing the sight of the girl suffering any longer.

As Nathan walked towards him, his smile only seemed to widen, causing James to feel sick. How could he seem so...happy while another person was clearly in misery? He shivered lightly, keeping his gaze on the wall across from him.

Nathan glanced at him lightly from the side, smirking. “Now, was ‘babysitting’ really so bad?” James didn’t respond but the other Man clearly didn’t really look for an answer anyways, walking past him and crouching down in front of the girl who was still trembling violently.

If he hadn't known better, James would have thought that the way Nathan looked down on her was almost… caring. But that was only until he saw the sadistic amusement in his eyes, as he brushed a strand of hair that was sticking to the sweat drenching her forehead, to the side.

"You can leave now." He didn't turn around as he gave the command and James didn't hesitate to leave the room, not turning back once.

Olivia could feel the light touch, too exhausted even so much as flinch. She heard him chuckle lightly but it felt as though the Sound was muffled through a thick veil.

"Please…", her voice was barely above a whisper, shaking and unsteady, "Please, Sir I-i'm sorry, I-i-i..i'll be good, I promise!".

Another Wave of pain shot through her, forcing out a broken sob. "Please...please just m-make it s-stop...It hurts…"

Nathan just watched her with increasing satisfaction, fully enjoying seeing her broken down like that. "Oh you're so pretty begging and crying for me like this princess…"

Chuckling lightly to himself, he tilted his head to the side a bit. "Let's get you somewhere a bit more comfortable, hm?"

The last thing Olivia became aware of, was the feeling of someone picking her up, instinctively grabbing onto Nathan's shoulder for support to fight the new wave of lightheadedness before closing her eyes again, the darkness finally taking over and letting her escape into the temporary safety of unconsciousness.

Taglist: @starnight-whump, @jordanstrophe, @froggywhumpy, @whumpasaurus101, @as-a-matter-of-whump, @jojothepanwithoutaplan, @myst-in-the-mirror, @whumpsweetwhump, @darklyria

#is this what I actually wanted to work on? #not exactly #am I mad about it though? also not really kasjdhsj #anywho meet the newest Bastard Man: Nathan~ #i'll probably post the picrew sometime later today #whump #pet whump #tw poison #starved whumpee #tw starvation #tw begging #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #tw vomit mention #my writing #my ocs #Olivia #Nathan #defiant whumpee

[seulgiology]

that’s my type | jeon jungkook

pairings: fwb!jungkook x fwb!female oc

words: 3k

genre: SMUT with an “i love you” at the end , uwu

warnings: cursing, praise, dirty talk, thigh fucking, pet names, choking, a widdle exhibition, a lil pussy spank, ass slapping, piercings, tattoos (are those warnings?? idk), oc loves to mess with kookie lol save him

a/n: GIF IS NOT MINE! sad yer. admin 1 is sadly alive. HERE’S A REQUESTED JUNGKOOK SMUT, I TRIED MY BEST PLZ ACCEPT MY OFFERING TO YOU @itboykook . Also, i just randomly put two names together, so if by any chance that it relates to an actual idol IM SORRY. anygays, being a student is hard and online school is a lot :))), sorry for my inactivity.

disclaimer: This is a work of fiction from our imagination. It is not intended that the plot, theme, original characters, idols, etc. portray any real-life events/people. Plagiarism is NOT tolerated on this blog. If you believe we have copied an existing authors’ work, please message us privately. thank you and enjoy :)

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Mid July - 12:03 p.m.

Jungkook fit right in with the rest of you, his quiet, odd, yet lovable personality was enticing and it didn’t fall short from the other 6 guys. 

He was the newest and the youngest out of your friend group, only a junior in college. His adorable teeth whenever he smiled that contrasted with his toned body was so attractive and he knew it too. He nearly rivaled Jimin when it came to visual duality.

You all were on one of the campus’ fields, enjoying a rare afternoon of no classes on your spread blanket. You and Hoseok were trying to play a makeshift game of basketball in the field with a random volley ball lying around and your jacket in a circle as the “hoop.” 

You were both dying of laughter from your failed attempts at playing defense and rolling in the grass like a couple of kids on a sugar rush.

Jungkook was next to Taehyung listening to brief him on everything about you, from your flat feet to your unconventional love for Tom Holland. He was sitting comfortably on the blanket, hands resting behind his back as he watched you and... What was his name? Hobi?  He’ll remember later. 

He couldn’t see you too clearly but he knew you were having fun after hearing your bubbly laughter from the distance. You didn’t seem to be coming over towards the others anytime soon so he thought he’d rest his head on Jimin’s plush lap and rest his eyes for a bit, letting the spring sun beat down on his face.

“Don’t you come over here with all that grass on you, Mae, you don’t know whose child was in there pissing.”

Jungkook’s eyes snapped open, and he hissed out at the suns rays blinding him. He lazily shifted towards the direction of the noise and heard Seokjin— Jin grumble to you two. 

You were in the middle of rubbing the loose grass off your jeans when you could feel someone’s stare on you.

Jungkook shamelessly drank in your figure, loving the way your ripped jeans hugged your thick thighs. He could only dream of burying his face in between them and leaving hickies. You were slightly bent over in front of him trying to wipe the dirt off of you, but he had a great view of your full and round ass trapped inside the denim.

Is this what it feels like to look at an angel? Jungkook didn't know what to believe anymore after being graced with your existence. Did he want to worship your body, make you laugh, hold your hand? Or something more? The blood rushed to his center the longer he kept his gaze on you and letting his thoughts take a sexual turn.

You didn’t catch him practically eye-fucking you, but when you looked up and around, you did see him blushing and hastily putting his bag on his lap.

He must be a shy guy. Yet his whole presence makes you want to shut up and be a good girl for him. He was only laying down with his arm propped up for support, and his short black hair was flowing in the wind, making him look goofy with such a concentrating look on his face.

He pretended to be searching in his bag for something as his heart raced when he saw your shadow coming towards him. He tasted the saliva pooling in his mouth at the sight of you towering over him, your nose and ear piercings glinting in the sunlight. 

“I’m Maerin, the only reasonable one here. You are?” You carefully reached your hand out for him to shake with a charming grin on your face, amazed that your friend group just continues to add more attractive men to your circle.

“Jungkook, the other reasonable one here.” You laughed at his statement and his adorable nose scrunched when he smiled with you. You took the vacant seat next to him, and his sight was glued to your physique on your descent, entranced by the minimalistic ink on your arm.

Could you get anymore perfect? Perfect face. Perfect ass. Perfect thighs. Perfect body. Perfect personality most likely. HIs mind raced with thoughts of only you as soon as he took your much smaller hand in his in a firm shake.

He was going to have you one way or another. And that’s a promise he kept. Sort of.

--

Early December - 11:46 a.m.

Those god-awful finals had just ended for you guys and it was time for winter break. It was decided that you all would put in money to go to a ski resort for the break, needing the stress reliever and rest.

And get rid of stress was exactly what you did.

“Fuck, you really don’t know what you do to me,” His hand tightened around your neck in the most pleasurable way, and you were hazy from the dream-like steam the shower was bringing.

He had you pinned against him, his arms held you tightly in place as he thrusted in between your thighs, only sliding his cock against your slick womanhood. You hated not being able to feel him inside you, but he was in heaven when he had you like this. 

Jungkook’s reasonably unreasonable obsession with your ass and thighs played a great part in your friends with benefit arrangement. 

“This is all mine, sweetness,” He grunted in your ear, and all you could do was gasp in response. His wet and wavy locks draped over your shoulder as he sped up his pace, leaving you devoid of any type of release as your thighs tightened around his cock sliding in between them. 

“Jungkook-” You whined to him, upset that he was using you to get himself off. He payed you no mind however, his thrusts speeding up as the unrhythmic slide of his cock in between your folds meant he was going to cum soon. 

"You wanna cum pretty girl? Wanna feel me stuff you so full you won’t remember anything but me?” He moaned in your ear at the thought, torturing himself as much as he was torturing you.

You let out a pathetic but audible yes that you knew had his dimple popping from the grin that adorned his face. You yelped when he manhandled you against the wall and pushed your back down so your ass was to his front. You turned around to see him desperately pumping himself in his hand and his lips slightly parted. The sight had your arousal trailing down your legs along with the water and you licked you lips at his hard cock in his hand.

He pumped his load on your cheeks that were spread for him and he watched it get rinsed away as quickly as it came with the water.

Your body was still on edge when you felt Jungkook rise you up and back hugged you so tenderly, you were ready to fall asleep in his arms at the safety they welcomed. He chuckled in your ear at your languid body and held you tighter. “If you fall asleep you won’t get your reward for being good for me,” his voice was so sweet and you. Why isn’t he your boyfriend again?

“Mmm, really?” You questioned him in a sultry tone, wanting to get him riled up again. You grinded your ass on his hardening manhood and you loved the way he grabbed a handful of it and rolled his hips on you.

“Jungkook, you in there?” You both froze in panic upon hearing Namjoon over the white noise. Jungkook’s finger tips stopped their descent down your stomach and lightly dug in. Shit, fuck, fuck fuck, shit- 

“Yea hyung, I’m in the shower, what’s up?” His voice was unusually shaky to the older man, but he brushed his overanalyzing to the side. “Have you seen Maerin? She said she was looking for you but she disappeared.”

Your heart pounded to the speed the water was hitting you. Namjoon wasn’t stupid, he’d probably figure you guys out, if he didnt already.

Jungkook frowned at you in confusion and you shrugged back at him, your face heating up at the excuse you told the others men to just come see your fuck buddy. 

“She told me to meet the rest of you in the lobby but I wanted to take a shower before leaving. Um... I think she went to get more food before they closed the breakfast buffet.” He lied smoothly, and you sighed in relief and let your grip on hi arm drop.

THUNK!

Namjoon jumped after hearing the load thump and an extremely familiar feminine squeak from the bathroom.

Wait.

Was that Maer—

“Sorry hyung, the soap fell on my foot when I tried reaching for it! I’ll be out soon, don’t wait for me.” He replied in a haste after turning the shower off and giving you a hard look. After hearing the room door close, your body chilled beyond return and your nipples hardened in anticipation.

“You think this is a game, huh?” He tilted your chin up with his cold finger tips and glared at your smirking face.

This was most definitely a game you wanted to play.

—

Late December - 1:30 p.m.

“Who brought the liquor, im trying to get wasted tonight.”

“Jimin, we’re watching Stranger Things.”

“Ok— so where’s the liquor...?”

You smile to yourself at hearing your friends’ conversation, they never fail to amuse you. You were in the kitchen, trying to get popcorn ready for all 8 of you to watch the supernatural show in Jungkook’s apartment.

You leaned on the counter in front of the microwave and listened to its humming as the bag of popcorn started to slowly inflate.

“The guys are here and you have your ass all out like this?” A silent groan left your lips and arousal pooled in between your legs when Jungkook grinded his hips into your ass and grabbed a handful of it.

Your friend group had no idea that you were fucking each other for about 2 months now. It felt wrong to be sexually attracted to each other, especially because you were friends. So you both didn’t want a bad reaction if you told the others.

“Jungkook, someone’s going to walk in—” But you ignored your own words and instead rubbed against him more. You were breathing softly but heavily when you let him cup your cunt through your leggings. He loved it when you wore leggings, it always left little to his imagination when he wanted to guffaw at your legs.

The microwave beeped loudly and it startled the young man behind you into jumping back in fright. Jungkook swallowed hard at hearing your snickering and in a haste, left the kitchen and into the noisy living room instead. He was hard under his sweats, and hated how uncomfortable he was because did it.

They were all seated and prepared to binge watch the latest season of the popular American show when you crept out with two large bowls of kettle corn popcorn.

After they graciously thanked you, you took the obvious seat next to Jungkook on the loveseat. The others expected this, they knew you two were closer than ever. He threw the fuzzy blanket over you both as you cuddled close to the arm chair and put your feet on the other side of his thighs.

Your knees were bent up because you couldn’t fully extend your legs, and it was the perfect position for him to touch you in. He turned to gaze at you under his dark and curly fringe and his earring dangle from the movement.

He discreetly leaned in and whispered, “I dare you to try something while they’re here. Watch what’s going to happen.” The eerie theme song of the show began and you knew for a fact you weren’t going to pay attention. 

You’ve seen the legendary show already. So instead you’d mess with the man directly in front of you.

So for eight long hours you you teased him under the blankets; Rubbing his length with your feet, edging him and never letting succumb to the unusual pleasure. It was exciting to see him sweat while all of your close friends were so close to you yet too engrossed in the T.V. set to notice.

Just as your group was piling out and saying their goodbyes, you suggested that you stay to help the maknae clean. it was late and everybody would be busy the next day but you. 

And Jungkook wasn’t going to let you go that easy.

--

9:54 p.m. [same night]

Your damp forehead was pressed into soft cushion and your hands clutching the closest pillow on the couch as you were hopelessly whimpering for more. 

Jungkook wasted no time in having you ass up, head down with his wet tongue abusing your cunt and giving you a taste of your own medicine.

“You really must think this shit is funny, baby” He said, basking in the taste of your arousal. You whined when he lightly slapped your clit, your hips involuntarily pushing back for more and he arrogantly chuckled at your neediness.

“I asked you a question and I expect you to answer it.” His voice was gruff when his hard and angry cock slapped against your swollen lips, the slickness of it making it an obscene noise.

“Only if you fuck me first.” You breathlessly said to him and wiggled your ass to draw him in even more. His hooded eyes caught the sight and he moistened his thin lips, loving they way your bottom moved.

You both sighed in relief when he finally pushed in, the initial sting always catching you by surprise, no matter how many times he’s done it. 

“Shit, you always take me so well Mae,” He pumps faster, his hips snapping into yours and you cry out from the intensity of it. Your clit throbbed from your fingers circling around it, and your moans were purely sinful. Jungkook loved seeing you like this.

Back arched and your pussy clenching around his length. The way your ass bounced against his hips whenever he thrusted into you. Fuck. His hand came down hard on your already stinging before grabbing them and drilling into you impossibly quicker than before. 

“Please don’t stop!” You cried out, living for the way his dick filled you so fucking full until you you were seeing white. “Look at you pretty girl. You’re such a brat and all I do is fuck you and give you what you want.” He grunted in your ear and kissed right below it, hearing the dangling sounds of your own earrings.

“Ohhh, Jungkook I’m so close,” He huffed before carefully flipped you over and fucked you with vigor, your toes curling and an amazing sensation rushing through you. “Come on sweetness, you’re almost there.” He placed your legs over his shoulder and gripped your delicious thighs so tight, this wouldn’t be the first time you’d see hand prints there tomorrow.

His forehead was pressed against yours as he watched his dick push in and out of your sopping cunt, your cries egging him on to spill inside of you without hesitation.

The feeling in your lower stomach was becoming uncomfortably persistent and with one final rare moan of your name his hips stuttered sloppily and he filled you with his seed to the brim. Your body spasmed around him and your mantra of his name didn’t even let up after you came. 

When you finally came down from your high, your eyes cleared to see the sweaty boy slumped against you, body spent from putting his all into this session.

He peppered kisses along your collarbones and softly massaged your chest as your eyes closed from his blessed hands working on your soft tissue.

He peeked up at you through those unruly locks of his and that boyish charm never failed you whenever he literally did anything. Don’t even get you started on his boxing practices, whew-

“So round two?” He quirked a playful eyebrow at you as his fingers lightly danced over your torso. You giggled when he reached around your waist and applied pressure, the soft skin felt like silk to him. 

“What do you expect an answer?” You giggled up at him, stars in your eyes. You sneakily reached and tickled under his arms, and he let out the most adorable laugh your ears could ever hear. You shushed your laughs with unsuccessful kisses that were even more laughs because of your failed attempts of keeping a straight face.

When he pulled away, his doe-eyes were stuck on your gorgeous face. The way he was looking at you wasn’t unfamiliar, you we’re just too stupid to play it off as the “post-fuck love stare.” But here you were now. Laughing in between his strong arms and pecking each others lips. 

We’ve been friends fucking like this for months and I’m just realizing this now?

“What if I told you that I loved you? How’d you answer to that..?” He trailed off towards the end, his spontaneous confidence wearing off by the millisecond from his impulsive words. 

You could combust with the overwhelming feeling of happiness and your chest felt lighter even with his body of muscle on you. You smiled so wide up at him, you could barely see his own face morph into the dimpled look you’ve grown to love since you first met him. But you still wanted to mess with him for 10 more seconds.

“I would say I love you with all my heart...” 

You think his just dropped to his stomach with the way his face turned ghastly pale and his eyebrows raised in worry. He was not expecting that after your reaction to him confessing his feeling towards you. Was this a joke? But you were smiling... mayb-

“But my ass is bigger.” Your laugh was contagious and he couldn’t even be mad at you cause he couldn’t agree more.

#thighs? thighs? #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jeongguk #bts jungkook #bts #kookie #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook scenarios #jungkook one shot #jungkook imagine #bts smut #bts fluff #bts angst #bts scenarios #bts imagines #kpop #bts masterlist #its bad i know #admin 2 dont read this #im ashamed of myself

[volleychumps]

To Attempt (Kageyama Tobio x Reader)

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“Y-you...”

“Hm?”

“You look...really. um. you-!”

“Was there something you needed, Kageyama-Kun?”

Oh lord he couldn’t do it. Not with your cute-ass head tilt and warm smile. Nope, not today. Finalizing his decision, you watch with a now confused expression as he promptly turns on his heel and speed-walks away as fast as he can. You become even more confused when it looks like the rest of the team all audibly sigh at the same time.

“Aaaaand that’s another meat bun for me.” Nishinoya grins at a irritable Tanaka, who glowers at the so-called “genius-setter” that apparently can’t talk to girls for shit.

“Come on, man! I’m trying to have faith in you here!” Tanaka claps the raven-haired boy on the back as Kageyama’s gloomy expression seems to darken even more. “Come, let your senpai give you advice.”

“Stop making bets on me!” Fuming, he stomps away from the situation only to see you struggling with lifting some boxes of supplies into the storage cabinet. You grin sheepishly at him when you see him staring, glancing down at the boxes you were holding in a silent question.

Feeling his heartbeat pick up, he jogs over to slip two of the three boxes out of your hands as he follows you into the storage room.

Tanaka clenches his fist. “It’s near impossible nothing will happen with just the two of them in there.”

--

Oh god.

“Thank you, Kageyama-Kun!” You beam at said boy as he shoves the boxes onto the top shelf.

“Don’t...mention it.” He scratches his cheek awkwardly when he finishes his task, internally freaking out at the proximity between the two of you. You, however, seemed totally fine as you reached for the door knob, ready to make your way back out to overlook the practice.

Until his arm reaches out, his palm resting on the area of the door next to your head, not exactly trapping you, but not making it easy for you to exit either.

“I wanted to tell you that you look really good today.”

Kageyama had no idea where exactly the over-surge of confidence came from, but it seemed the rational part of him knew a chance like this wouldn’t come again. You blink at the fact that his blue eyes looked so serious, glancing at his outstretched arm before giggling.

“You boys are so sweet.” you reach out to pet his hair, almost as if you were stroking a cat. “I feel so lucky to have such a kind team around me. You guys are the reason I love being on my way to becoming your manager!”

With that, you twist the door knob and let yourself out before glancing in slight confusion at a perplexed-looking Kageyama. “Are you coming?”

“B-Be right there.”

As soon as he knew you were out of ear-shot, Nishinoya and Tanaka both hold their stomachs at the amount of laughter spilling out of them, listening to Kageyama’s shout of frustration within the storage closet.

--

“This weekend.”

“Huh?” You pulled an earbud out of your ear when Kageyama approaches you during lunch time, blinking up at the boy with a sweet smile on your face. He gulps.

“D-Do you want to...hang out?”

“Of course I would! Where did the team want to go?” You respond brightly as Kageyama blanches, Hinata dying of laughter from behind him.

“No, I uh, I mean...”

You tilt your head, allowing him to continue before he suddenly slaps himself on the back of his head, causing you to lift your hand to your mouth in a little gasp.

Which he still thought was adorable, fuck.

“The team would like to go see a movie.” He says flatly with dead-looking eyes as Hinata grabs onto the back of his jacket, laughing so hard and begging him to stop before he pees himself.

“Alright cool, I’ll look at tickets online!”

“Great.”

--

“I doubt (Y/N) knows how much they’re hurting Kageyama...” Suga chuckles with a slight sweat drop as you enthusiastically talk to Hinata, talking about how excited you were to see this movie with a drained, gloomy-looking Kageyama trailing behind.

“Five buns. On today.”

Nishinoya slaps Tanaka’s hand, a glint in both their eyes. “You’re on.”

You end up seated between Tanaka and Kageyama, eyes fixed on the screen before you cheerily turn to Kageyama, thanking him for inviting you and everyone out as the boy immediately turns red.

“Next time, I hope Asahi, Yamaguchi, and Tsukishima-Kun can come too.”

“I was t-thinking...maybe next time it can just be the two of-?”

“It’s starting!!” Hinata bounces in his seat as you hear the whole team audibly sigh again, making you look around in confusion before turning back to Kageyama.

“You were saying...?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” Kageyama says flatly, and you can swear you see his soul leaving his body before you decide to just turn back to the movie, wondering why he was acting so weird.

--

Hold. Her. Hand. You. Idiot.

Kageyama glares at his senpai over your head, as Tanaka glares back. He sweat drops as Suga leans forward a little, flashing him a thumbs up as if to say you got this.

God, he hated his team right now.

Tears were welling up in your eyes at the movie selected, sniffing to yourself as Kageyama slowly stretches out his hand over yours-

His heart couldn’t take it when you grabbed his arm first, still a little teary-eyed as he flung you off him as a reflex, acting on pure-instinct.

“O-oh.” You say, wiping at your eyes. “Sorry Kageyama-Kun, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable...huh? Is everyone crying too?”

In reality, every member on the Karasuno team had placed their forehead in their hands at what an idiot their genius-setter was.

--

“I cannot-” Tanaka slaps his forehead.

“Don’t even get me started-” Nishinoya sighs.

“HAHAHAHA-”

“Don’t laugh Hinata-” Suga sweatdrops.

Kageyama turns red-faced at the taunts from his teammates as he continues to mentally beat himself up at what had just occurred in the movie theatre, waiting for you to come out of the bathroom.

“Listen.” The blue-eyed boy blinks when Daichi puts both hands on his shoulders, looking at him intently. “Don’t beat around the bush. When you walk her home tonight, just tell her. (Y/N) is a lot more dense than I thought she was. But! That doesn’t make it impossible.”

With that, Daichi instructs for everyone besides Kageyama to leave first while you were still in the bathroom, the raven-haired boy feeling the same surge of confidence from when you were in the storage closet with him.

You blink in surprise when you exit the bathroom as Kageyama glances at you sheepishly, a hand on the back of his neck.

“Can I walk you home?”

--

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Aah, I had so much fun today!” You walk next to Kageyama at an even pace, smiling softly as you turn your head to talk to him. “Thank you again, Kageyama.”

He blushes slightly. “Anytime.”

He suddenly comes to a stop as you keep walking, making you stop a few feet in front of him as you look back, slightly confused.

“Kageyama-Kun?”

“I...I didn’t mean to invite everyone out today.” His voice is quiet, but you can just barely make it out as you fall silent in anticipation. “I kind of...wanted to spend today with just you? Is that creepy-sounding? God, I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of gross guy, I just...”

Your eyebrows raise when he spins around quickly so his back is facing you, taking a deep breath before turning around again. “(Y/N), I-”

He’s taken off guard when you’re suddenly there in front of him, taking his hand in yours gently as you beam, looking into his blue eyes.

“Could it be...you like me?”

Kageyama’s fuse busts a little as he blushes intensely, looking off to the side before nodding once.

“I must have been a real handful then.” You say sheepishly, intertwining your fingers with his. “Because, I like you too.”

Yeah, Kageyama can say he died a little in those few moments.

“Y-You do?”

You stand on your tiptoes to plant a sweet kiss on his burning cheek, a hand resting on his shoulder for support before you pull back, blushing as well.

“I like you, Kageyama-kun.”

He gains the courage to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you in to rest his head against your shoulder as he soaks into your warmth, the longing in his heart finally becoming fulfilled. You wrap your arms around him in response, sighing in content until you see certain members of the team peeking from behind the fence that rounded the corner.

You squeak a little, hiding your face into Kageyama’s chest in embarrassment as Tanaka and Nishinoya bolt up to the two of you, clapping Kageyama’s back simutaneously.

“It’s about fucking time!”

“Atta boy!”

“I absolutely take full credit for this.” Daichi walks up patiently, an apologetic Suga following behind him.

“Sorry Kageyama, none of them really wanted to go home just yet...”

“Wow...Bakayama finally has a girlfriend...” Hinata says in awe as Kageyama takes a deep breath, covering both your ears with his hands as he shouts, although muffled to you, a “YOU IDIOTS!” to the grinning team.

God, you loved them.

But it was different for him.

You reach up to kiss his cheek a second time in front of the team as he’s taken off guard, a small smile making its’ way onto his face.

“You’re kind of dense, you know?”

“Oh shut up.”

You were in love with him

#haikyuu tobio #haikyuu!! #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuuanime #Haikyuu kageyama

[rosethornewrites]

Fic: The Rebellion of Adrien Agreste ch. 1-2

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Juleka Couffaine/Rose Lavillant, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Kagami Tsurugi, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Luka Couffaine, Lila Rossi/karma, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth/aneurism, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Kagami Tsurugi, Plagg & Tikki

Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Lila Rossi, Jagged Stone, Plagg, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Luka Couffaine, Penny Rolling, Anarka Couffaine, Rose Lavillant, Juleka Couffaine, Kagami Tsurugi, Alya Césaire, Chloé Bourgeois, Wayhem, Nadja Chamack, Nathalie Sancoeur, Sabine Cheng, Tom Dupain, Tikki, Fang, Principal Damocles, Caline Bustier, Ms. Mendeleiev, original minor character, Alec Cataldi, Lila Rossi's Mother, Sabrina Raincomprix, Roger Raincomprix, Mylène Haprèle, Le Gorille | Adrien Agreste's Bodyguard, Nino Lahiffe, Nooroo

Tags: Lila Rossi salt, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Teenage Rebellion, Swearing, Bad Parent Gabriel Agreste, Crack Treated Seriously, Lila Rossi's Lies Are Exposed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Luka Couffaine Needs a Hug, Paparazzi, Parentification, Marinette Dupain-Cheng Needs a Hug, Gabriel Agreste Needs an Aneurism, Uncle Jagged Stone, we're all queer here, the spirit of punk is sometimes just being allowed to be yourself, Kagami Finds Her Groove, punk rock fashion, Savage Kagami, Marinette protection squad, Good Parent Sabine Cheng, Good Parent Tom Dupain, Protective Kagami Tsurugi, Protective Luka Couffaine, Bisexual Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Pansexual Luka Couffaine, Sharing a Bed, Pet Names, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ Themes, Instagram, Bullying, Social Media, Anxiety, Makeover, Hugs, will cure your acne, Face Punching, Bad Ass Juleka Couffaine, Rumors, Protective Juleka Couffaine, Protective Adrien Agreste, Lawyers, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Holding Hands, accountability, mental health, Jagged Stone's well-paid pet shark, How to Make the Evening News, Sexy eyeliner for days, one fish two fish Lila is a screwed fish, How to have fun and piss Gabriel off, Fuckery, sweet litigious karma, Alya sugar, lawyer shark doo doo doo doo doo doo, Schadenfreude, Bad Ass Alya Césaire, Gaslighting, abuse denormalization, Jagged likes his lawyers like he likes his pets: toothy af, Blood in the Water, Everything you didn’t know you wanted and some things you did, Gabriel Agreste is shark bait, Denial, Consequences, Principal Damocles salt, caline bustier salt, the impotence of Gabriel Agreste, snarky Nooroo, lies and the lying liars who tell them, Lila's brain is a narcissistic hellscape, Lila’s mind is built like an Escher piece, Alec Cataldi salt, Adrien Sugar, wholesome salt, Fu Salt, Kwami Shenanigans, Nooroo is a little shit

Summary: Gabriel decides that Adrien entering a romantic relationship is a good move for the brand. He chooses Lila Rossi as the other half. Adrien nopes tf out.

Notes: I was gonna have it be a slow acceleration, but Adrien was all “Go big or go home.” Also trying to find motivation to write more of this fic.

AO3 link

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“No,” Adrien growled. “Absolutely not!”

Lila made a show of crying, not that anyone in the room believed her tears were real.

Gabriel frowned at him from his desk. “This will be good for the brand—”

“Fuck the brand!”

“Adrien! This is unbecoming. You will be seen to be dating Ms. Rossi. That is final.”

Adrien’s fists were so tight he was sure he had crescents eating into his palms. “Like hell it is! I will not date that—” he gestured at Lila “—lying cow. Not after how she’s hurt my friends.”

Said girl gasped, outraged, and Adrien was glad to see she actually looked truly upset.

His father stood, but kept his voice emotionless, calm, self-assured that he would capitulate. “Cease this ridiculous teenage rebellion.”

He saw red, but oddly it calmed him. “Father, you have not seen teenage rebellion,” he said, his voice almost terrifyingly calm. “But I would be happy to teach you what it looks like if you try to force me to do this.”

Gabriel’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses. Adrien could see him considering that, but then discarding it. “It will be in the papers tomorrow. If you misbehave, you’ll no longer be permitted to go to school.”

Adrien snorted. He knew more ways to escape this house than his father could possibly anticipate—some he’d made himself, even. “Good luck, Gabe. You’re going to need it.”

He spun on his heel before his father could respond and slammed the door behind him. With the enhanced strength he had as the Black Cat Miraculous chosen, the wood cracked audibly.

As he made his way back to his room, he realized the opportunity his father had just placed in his lap. As the face of the brand, Adrien had more power than Gabriel seemed to realize. It was time to stretch those muscles.

He had planning to do.

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His father had spectacularly good timing for pulling this kind of stunt—for Adrien, anyway. He’d heard from a couple of friends of his that a certain rock star was in town. And if anyone was up for promoting teenage rebellion, Adrien had no doubt it would be Jagged Stone.

It was child’s play to sneak out of the house. He didn’t even have to transform to do it. From there it was just making his way to the Grand Paris Hotel. The staff assumed he was there to see Chloé, so getting in was no problem. Jagged Stone always rented the same suite, so that wasn’t an issue, either.

The hard part, he knew, would come after he knocked on the door.

Jagged opened the door, and then peered at him suspiciously.

“Um, M. Stone, I don’t know if you remember me but—”

The rock star suddenly broke into a wide grin. “Oh, you’re Marinette’s model friend, right?”

Adrien blinked. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard. His rock idol knew him?

Sadly, he had no time to fanboy.

“Yes, Adrien. I was wondering if I could trouble you for some help?”

And so that was how Adrien Agreste wound up sitting in Jagged Stone’s suite, petting Fang, and telling him about the woe that was the obsession his father had with Lila Rossi, Liar Extraordinaire.

“She said I had a what?”

“A kitten. And she got Marinette expelled and is just being really awful to her.”

Jagged opened a cell phone. “Penny, I need you. Yes, I know I sent you for macrons, but this is really important. Bring my niece with.”

When he was finished, he turned to Adrien again. “We’ll get that taken care of.”

“That’s not all, M. Stone.”

He pressed forward, telling his idol of the relationship he was being forced into and his promise to show Gabriel Agreste just what he could do if he really rebelled.

When he was done, Jagged’s face was gleeful in an almost terrifying way.

“Oh, please tell me I get to help with this?” At Adrien’s nod the man whooped in excitement. “Brilliant. Once my niece gets here, we’ll plan properly. She’s a planner, that one. Smart as a whip.”

Adrien blinked. “Your niece?”

“Marinette, of course! Honorary niece.”

His jaw dropped. Marinette had always had the upper hand on Lila, could call in Jagged at any moment to destroy her, and had held back. He never should’ve stopped her.

“My father can’t know she helped. He’s got so much power in the fashion industry, and I don’t want to hurt her career.”

Jagged waved away his concerns. “Mate, listen. From what I understand you’re the face of that company. You have the power, not him. Get you in some Marinette originals, and he can’t undo the fame that’ll bring her.”

Adrien hadn’t considered that. “I just don’t want her hurt.”

He heard the door open, and then a soft, “Adrien?”

It meant he had to explain the situation all over again, letting Jagged Stone assure her that he was going to pop the liar’s kitten whopper as soon as possible.

“I can stop by your school with Fang, yeah? They can’t keep me from saying hi to my favorite niece.”

Marinette bit her lip. “That would be helpful, but for Adrien…”

Adrien smiled. “I want you to design me a new look. Something we can do here and now—maybe with the discrete help of some of the hotel staff, since they have that nice spa and such. Hair dye, new clothes. Maybe some fake piercings. Oooh, a fake tattoo?”

Jagged glanced at Penny, who looked uncertain about this. “Don’t be a party pooper, Penny.”

“His father might sue you,” she pointed out.

“Like I care. I have money.” He grinned. “And for what? Giving his kid a makeover?”

“French law—”

“Nope, don’t care. It’s happening. Get his sizes and go to my favorite stores. Adrien, what color scheme?”

Adrien blinked. He hadn’t thought that far. He glanced at Marinette. “Um, do you think Chat Noir would mind if I used his colors? I think of him when I think teenage rebellion.”

That was more because being Chat Noir had up to this point been his way of rebelling, but she didn’t need to know that.

To his surprise, Marinette grinned, the smile wide enough to match Jagged’s. “Oh, I like that idea. Chains and spikes? Fake lip ring and septum?”

“Absolutely!”

Jagged made a shooing motion at Penny, who rolled her eyes and headed toward the door, before joining in. “Now how about this idea: black and neon green hair, done to look like a skunk’s stripes!”

Adrien was surprised to find himself laughing honestly at the idea. He’d been so angry less than an hour ago, but this was truly fun. “This makes me think of those J-Rock bands, how they used to dress up.”

Jagged’s phone let out a guitar riff and he glanced at it. “Oh, right. Penny needs your measurements. Shoe size, too. Definitely some stomping boots, I think.”

He handed over his unlocked phone for Adrien to text.

“I’ll call the salon, yeah?”

Adrien nodded, texting the information, then froze. “Wait, Chloé might tell my father.”

That got a laugh. “Nah. They’re discrete. They bring everything up here for me—I won’t be around people if I’m getting my hair dyed.”

While Jagged made the call, Adrien finished the text. When he looked up, Marinette was watching him. She turned pink when she realized he’d caught her.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asked after a moment.

He sighed, slumping back on the sofa and resting his hand on Fang’s head again. “No, but I don’t have any better ones. That stupid news claiming I’m with Lila’s going to hit tomorrow. And I’m so done with this, with him treating me like I’m property.”

Marinette looked worried, and he tried to muster up a smile. From her expression, he didn’t manage it.

“Maybe…” she started, then trailed off.

“Maybe?”

She didn’t look at him. “Maybe you should look into laws involving child labor and parental responsibility. You… you might be able to get emancipated.”

That startled him—something he hadn’t even thought of before. He hadn’t even been aware it was an option.

When Marinette did look at him, her eyes were stormy. “He’s so… cruel to you. Maybe there’s legal recourse.”

“I’ll think about it,” he murmured. That seemed like such a drastic measure. “I don’t know if I want to go that far.”

She nodded, and he excused himself to go to the bathroom.

Plagg shot out of his pocket the moment the door was closed. “I’m so proud of you kid. This is gonna be great!”

“Thanks, Plagg.”

The kwami grabbed the proffered wedge of camembert.

“And think about what Pigtails said. Your dad’s a real piece of work, and you deserve better.”

“I will.”

Adrien could feel the idea turning over in his mind, as though gathering strength. When he left the bathroom, Jagged met him excitedly.

“I have just the idea! A temporary face tattoo!”

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfiction #adrien agreste #jagged stone #uncle jagged #penny rolling #plagg #marinette dupain cheng #gabriel agreste #gabriel agreste’s a+ parenting #lila rossi #lila salt #lila 'the liar' rossi #ml salt #miraculous salt #my fanfiction #The Rebellion of Adrien Agreste

[sherrybaby14]

Gang Bang

Pairings:  The Avengers x you (Tony, Steve, Bucky, Thor, Sam)

Warnings:  Smut, orgy

Summary:  The title pretty much says it all.

Words:  2600

A/N:  Dedicated to the lovely ladies on the discord.  *kisses*

The night started out fun, just hanging out in the common room with your fellow Avengers.  Thor was in town.  Always a time for celebration.   But the night was starting to dwindle and now only six of you remained:  Tony, Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Thor.  The guest of honor.  

“Let’s play truth or dare?”  Tony was sprawled out on the carpet.  

“How old are we?”  Steve scoffed.  

“Well, you are very old.”  Tony laughed.  “Why not live a little?  I’ll start with you.  Truth or Dare Captain?”  

“Truth.”  Steve folded his arms on the couch.  

“Do you want to fuck the gal?”  Tony nodded toward you.  

“Woah Stark!” Bucky sat up.  “A little out of line.”  

“Well I see the way he’s always flirting with her.  Thought we should get it out in the open.”  Tony raised his eyebrows.  

You looked at Steve.  Interested in the answer.  You’d thought about fucking him, hell you’d thought about fucking all of them.  

“Dare.”  Steve shook his head.  

“Not how the game works.”  Tony was grinning.  “I’d say that’s a yes.”  

“I would like to have sexual intercourse with her as well.”  Thor smiled up at you.  

Woah.  Your night just got a lot more interesting.  Could you handle an Asgardian?  You were about to join the conversation that was happening as if you weren’t in the room when Sam chimed in.  

“You can’t just say those things man.”  He took a sip of his drink.  “That’s not how it’s done around here.  Apologize!”

“Do I need to apologize?”  Thor looked you right in the eye.  “You don’t seem upset.  Humans should be more direct.  Let’s go around the room.  Who wants to sleep with her?”  

Tony raised his hand first.  You bit back the squeal as your eyes flashed.

“Aw, hell.”  Bucky raised his too.  “You’re really hot.”  

Best. Night. Ever.  

“I’ve thought about it too.”  Sam shook his head.  “I mean, look at you.”

Like that, your brain about dropped out of your body.   All eyes went to Steve.

“Yes.  I would like to make love to her.”  He rolled his eyes.  “Happy?  Now you know, we all want you.”  

Everyone’s attention turned to you.  There was no thinking.  You were going on auto-pilot.  Not wasting this opportunity.  

“Truth or Dare?”  You stood up from the chair.  

“Who are you asking?”  Tony popped up.  

“All of you.”  Your eyes scanned the room.  “Truth or Dare?”

The men looked at each other and shrugged.  You nodded your head and waved your arms.  

“Dare.”  Tony took the lead.  

“I dare you all, to strip.”  A smiled crossed your face.  

The tension in the air thickened.  You saw some hesitation on Sam’s face, shock on Bucky’s and confusion on Steve’s.   But then Thor stepped forward.

“Easy.”  He pulled off his shirt, muscles rippling.  

“You’re not the only one hitting the gym.”  Tony followed, and his chest looked just as delicious.  

“I’m no chicken.”  Sam stepped forward and joined the other men.  

“Not about to let Sam show me up.” Beautiful Bucky stripped down with the rest of them.  

You looked at Steve.  He was waffling.  You gave him a pouty look.  

“Alright.”  He darted over, his hands pulling off his shirt first.  

The view in front of you was amazing.  They were all in different stages of undress.  Kicked off socks and shoes, undoing belts.  Sliding down pants and boxers.   You could not believe this was happening.  

Thor was nude first.  And he was standing hard and proud.   Your jaw dropped at the sight of him.  

“Impressive?” He liked your eyes on him.  

“You’re not the only one with a giant cock.”  Sam drew your attention.  

“Holy shit.”  You didn’t mean to say that out loud and covered your mouth.  

“I may be the shortest in height, but I make up for it in other areas.”  Tony exposed himself now.  

It was impossible to tell whose was larger, because they were all so big.  The biggest you’d ever seen.   A tremble went through you when Bucky and Steve caught up.   Five wonderful large cocks.  All for you.  

“It’s our turn now Princess.”  Tony raised his eyebrows.  “Truth or Dare?”  

“Truth.”  You anticipated the question and walked forward.

The naked men formed a small circle around you.   They were all about an arms length away from you and you turned, taking them all in.  

“What do you want us to do?  Now that we’re naked?”  Tony, always in charge.  Well not tonight.  

“I want you to FUCK me.”  

That was it.  All of them came barreling forward.  You went limp as ten hands were on your body, tugging and fighting over who got to remove your clothing.   Your pants were gone, shirt vanished.  Shoes and socks removed at the same speed your bra was unclasped and panties removed.  

“Oh my God, you’re all so fucking hot.”  Hands were groping your body everywhere.  

Your breasts were being kneaded, nipples pinch, a finger rubbing your clit, one sliding inside of your pussy and another prodding at your ass.  Hands were on your hips, shoulders, stomach.  Every part of you was being touched.  

Hands weren’t the only thing in use.  Kisses were running up your back, your wrists were being licked, your neck sucked.   You were already floating with want.  A hand was on your chin and your head was tilted.

Bucky.  He pressed his lips to yours and you let out a groan. He was the only known at the moment, his tongue dancing with yours.  Who was fingering you?  Who was working their finger into your behind?  Did you care?  Did it matter?  They were all so hot.  

You moaned into Bucky’s mouth.  Different parts of your body receiving the same amount of pleasure at the same time.   A tongue flickered against your nipple and you stole a glance, to see the top of Sam’s head as he teased your bud.  Then Steve moved for your other.  Both nipples being teased into hard pebbles at the same time.  You were dying.  

“You’re so fucking hot.”  Tony was at your back.  You imagined it was his finger working it’s way past your resistance into your back passage.  “Let us take care of you.”  

“Such good care.”  Thor’s voice was like a rumble.  

You didn’t know where he was, but then felt a tongue run up your slit.   Your knees gave out, but they were all supporting you.   He started to tease your clit.  You moaned as he sucked.  It felt amazing, but then Steve bit down on your nipple making you squeal.  

“Fuck.”  You broke the kiss with Bucky.  “My body…I can’t keep up.”

So much attention on all your spots as the same time.  Fingers in your pussy and ass, mouths on your chest and pussy.  Kisses being placed on your back, and Bucky now at your neck.  

“Don’t try.”  Tony spoke as he licked your back.  “Just give up.”  

With that you came undone.  It was impossible to tell what set off the orgasm.  Too much was happening to you.  

“Oh she tastes exquisite.”  Thor purred against you.

“First of many tonight Darling.”  Sam kissed his way up to your clavicle.  

“All about you.”  Steve joined him.

Hands were on your shoulders, pushing you down.  You were incapable of supporting yourself anyway and let them lower you to the floor, the finger still buried in your ass.  

Through the hands, you couldn’t see much, but you felt it.  A cock at your pussy.  You looked down to see Thor through the knees of the others.  He was laying on the floor and you were being placed on him.  

“Fuck.”  You couldn’t think at all as your were impaled.  

“She is tight.”  Thor grunted.  “Push her down harder.”  

Before you could object a squeak left your lips as the others did what they were told.   You stretched around him, struggling to take it all.  

“That’s it.”  Thor’s fingers found your hips and he pulled you down.  

You moaned as he filled you to the hilt, the tip of his cock poking at your cervix with a pinch.  Thor guided you, moving you up and forward.   You let out a mewl and arched your back.  

“I think she needs her mouth occupied.”  A hand was on your chin.  You tilted your head to see Steve’s cock inches from your face.

It looked glorious and you were dying for a taste.  As you parted your lips hands enveloped your breasts again, tugging and tease your stiff peaks.   Before you could moan Steve pushed inside.   Your tongue flicked up his shaft as you tried to gather enough saliva to take him all the way.  

“Make her hum.”  Steve’s voice meant order.  

Your clit started to receive attention, from who? You had no idea.  His velvet flesh felt amazing on your tongue, and Thor in your pussy, the hands on your body?  Perfection.  This was heaven.  

Right when you had that thought a second finger joined the one still buried in your ass.  You tensed.

“Shhhh.”  Tony was at you ear, a hand pet your head and urged you further down Steve.  “Relax.  Don’t worry about a thing.”  

You did as you were told, unclenching the muscles.  There was lubricant twisting inside of you.  

“That’s it.”  Tony kissed your neck. “What a good girl.”  

The praise almost sent you over the edge.  You arched your back, pushing your ass up as Tony started to scissor your rear, readying you for a deeper penetration.  It burned.  It stretched.  It was just what you needed.  

The hand guiding your head started to speed up and you started to gurgle.  Taking Steve deeper and faster, pushing past your gag reflex to really taste all of him.  The hands on your chest pinching even harder, Thor rocking your hips with vigor.  

You felt it coming.  Your body was ready for another.  You started to moan around Steve’s cock.

“Oh that’s it.”  Steve grunted.  “What a hum.”  

Your eyes rolled back into your head as your body shook in total control of itself.  The pleasure was indescribable.  

“Beautiful.  Fucking beautiful.”  Thor let out a moan and lifted his hips, pulling you down harder on him.  

Tears stung your eyes.  Not from the pain, but from the ecstasy in your veins.  That’s when you felt it.  Tony’ straddling Thor’s legs his cock pressed against your asshole.  

The shaking started again, but this was a different variety.  

“Don’t be afraid.”  There was a kiss on your neck.  “It will only hurt for a minute.”

You relaxed.  You could do this.  You could handle all of them.  Tony pushed in.  Tight was an understatement.  You were bursting with cock.

You would have screamed, but Steve was still enjoying your mouth, drool feeling dripping down your chin.  

“That’s it.”  Tony pushed in further, stretching you.  “You’re doing so well.”  

You whimpered and shut your eyes.  You could feel Thor’s cock against Tony’s in the thin skin between your holes.  It was incredible.  

“Almost there.”  Tony kissed your neck.  

It was agony and ecstasy at the same time.  You were doing this.  With them.  You were getting the love and affection and attention you needed.  No, deserved.  It was worth the burn and sting.  

“Perfect.”  Tony’s pelvis butted up to your ass.  “So tight.  So wonderful. So good.”  

The hands on your chest left.  The new position had your clit pressed firmly against Thor and he started to rock you again.  Slow, quick.  The friction sending you overboard.  

A hand grabbed each of your wrists.  You tried to move your head as both of your palms were filled with lotion.  Then your hands were guided to cocks.  

Fuck.  Both Sam and Bucky gripped your wrists.  You jerked them, letting them set the pace.  

“You are a sight.”  Bucky grunted.  “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”  

There you were.  Shoved full of cock in every possible way.  You’d never felt more fulfilled in your life.  

Thor and Tony began thrusting, moving you, sharing you as your hips bucked between them.  One going deeper as the other pulled out.  Your mouth was still filled with Steve and a hand was back to guiding your head.  Sam and Bucky were on either side of you, using you to stroke them.  

It was too much.  Your orgasm was coming again.  This one was different.  It was going to crash hard.  You didn’t know if you were looking forward to it or terrified of it, but you knew one thing.  There was nothing you could do to stop it.  

“You feel amazing Darling.”  Thor dug his fingers deeper into your hips.  

“You were made for this.”  Tony grunted.

“Taking us all this way.”  Sam cooed.  “What a fucking angel.”  

You started to cry.  You were incapable of controlling any part of your body.  The way they were giving you affection while you were doing this was too much for your brain to handle.  It was too hot, being wanted this way.  Pleasured by five men.  

The coil got tighter and tighter.  Your thighs started to shake.  You were getting too wound up.  Overstimulated.  The Orgasm was being damned.  You needed your relief.  It was becoming tortuous.  

“Fall.”  Steve rubbed your head.  “Just fall.”  

You looked up at him through blurry eyes. It was an order.  You let go.  And they went to town.  Tony and Thor slamming into your with tandem, Steve pushing your mouth further down.  Sam and Bucky squeezing your wrists and using your hands faster.  

And then it happened the coil.  It exploded.  You made a guttural, unearthly noise as your body took off.  It was electric.  You didn’t see stars because you didn’t vision.  The only sense at your disposal was pleasure.  And it felt better than anything.  

~~ You’d lost track of who you had taken in what orifice.  They passed you around like a doll.  A good doll.  One deserving of this special treatment.  You were filled to the brim with cum and cock by the end of the night.  

The last finish, left you a mess.  You were laying on the floor.  Unsure if it had stopped.  Weak and crying.  Not sure if it was because you were sad it was over or your body couldn’t handle any more.  You’d been pushed to your limits.

“One last show for you Doll.”  You looked up with hazy eyes.

All five of them were around you, standing.  Looking down at you as they stroked themselves.  Steve was dripping with precum.  You opened your mouth, wishing you had the energy to push yourself up and lick it.  

“It’s coming for you.”  Steve winked.

“We’re all coming for you.”  Sam nodded.  

You realized what was about to happen and let out a moan.  

“First.”  Thor grunted. “Always first.”

His warm cream hit your chest.  Why was this turning you on more?

“It’s not a race.”  Sam aimed and hit you in the cheek.  

You dragged your fingers through it, scooping it into your mouth.  

“Oh fuck that’s hot.”  That was all it took for Bucky.  

His landed across your stomach.  You ran your hand through it, smearing his jizz into your skin.

“Open up.”  Steve was pointed at you.

You parted your lips.  He didn’t miss.  You dragged your tongue across to get the little fly aways as you swallowed him down.

“Best for last!”  Tony’s cum splashed across your chest.  

Your body was vibrating with aftershocks.  But part of you wasn’t certain you hadn’t came again.  The way they were owning you.  Declaring you as yours.  This was perfect.  This was where you belonged.  This was your truth.  

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Take Care of Your Husband

Cas picked his phone up and answered Sam’s call. “Hello Sam. What can I do for you?”

“I know you and Jack have been planning this trip for the two of you for weeks but for the love of all that is holy, I need you to come back to the bunker and take care of your husband,” Sam shouted.

Cas held the phone away from his ear as Sam was shouting extremely loud. “What is wrong with Dean? He was fine when we left a few days ago.”

“He’s come down with a cold and he is being a whiny asshole about it! He argues with me every time I try to help him, and he’s only getting worse. I’m about ready to strangle him or knock him into unconsciousness, I haven’t decided,” Sam said frustratedly.

Cas sighed but couldn’t keep the grin off his face. “Let me talk to Jack and see if I can convince him to leave. He’s enjoying his trip to Disneyland immensely.”

“You don’t sound like you are,” Sam said.

“It’s so loud and crowded. I hate to tear him away, but I’ll be glad to be back home in the quiet of the bunker,” Cas explained as he started pushing through the crowd, looking for his pseudo son.

Sam was silent for a minute before saying, “Why don’t we trade places. I need a break from Dean, and you want away from the theme park.”

“Do you care if I fly you? Even after being together all these years, Dean still complains when I fly him anywhere.” Cas rolled his eyes at the thought of his husband’s bitching.

“I don’t care how you get me there, just please get me out of here. If I have to hear Dean whine like a little girl one more time, I’m gonna claw my ears out. The guy can nearly get his leg chopped off by a vampire and not complain but god forbid he gets a cold,” Sam complained.

Castiel chuckled. “I see Jack. Let me tell him what’s going on and then I will be at the bunker.”

“Alright, see you in a minute. Bye.”

“Bye Sam.” Cas hung up the call and slipped the phone in his trench coat pocket.

Jack turned to look at Cas, his lips stained blue from the cotton candy he was stuffing into his mouth. He waved at Cas as the older angel walked up to him. He held a handful off the sweet confection out in front of him. “Hey Cas, do you want some? It’s delicious.”

Cas shook his head. “Thank you but no. Jack, would you be upset if Sam joined you for the rest of the trip? Dean has come down with a cold and needs somebody to take care of him that isn’t his younger brother.”

Jack shoved the cotton candy in his mouth as he said, “I don’t mind. Sam will probably go on the rides with me. You go take care of Dean.”

“Thank you. I’ll be right back with Sam.” In the blink of an eye, Cas was gone. He returned barely five seconds later with a bewildered Sam.

“Give me a warning next time, Cas,” Sam grumbled as he tried to steady his tall frame.

Cas grabbed Sam’s arm to keep him from falling. “I’m sorry. You said you didn’t mind this form of travel. If you’re ok, I must return to Dean.”

Sam waved him off. “Yeah, yeah, go tend to your sick husband. Jack and I have some rides to go on.”

Jack’s face erupted into a large smile at the mention of riding rides. He grabbed Sam’s arm and pointed to the first one he wanted to go on. Cas watched as the two of them walked off, talking excitedly. With a flap of his wings, Cas was flying away from the park and towards his home. He landed in the bunker’s kitchen.

He was startled when he heard a loud sneeze echo through the hallways. Cas headed towards their room; as he got closer, he could hear Dean’s sneezes, coughs, and curse words. The door to their room was wide open and Cas leaned against the doorway and stared at the man he loved. Dean was laying in their bed with his back turned to Cas and was buried underneath no less than five blankets. His body was wracked with insistent coughing and Cas flinched at how painful it sounded.

“Stupid, fucking cold!! This fucking sucks! How do people handle this shit?? I feel like I’m dying,” Dean shouted into the room. He started to say something else but was for forced to stop as he was overcome by sneezes. “A-choo! A-chooo! A-A-CHOO!!”

Cas walked over and took a seat on the edge of the mattress. Dean immediately turned his head over his shoulder. His eyes widened when he saw Castiel sitting there. “I thought you and Jack were at Disneyland.” Dean’s voice was scratchy and thick with mucus.

Cas reached out and ran his fingers through the sweaty locks. “Sam said you were sick.”

“No shit sherlock,” Dean snapped before breaking into a coughing fit. “It was just a cough a few days ago and now I’m coughing and sneezing, and my nose can’t decide if it wants to let me breathe or suffocate me. I can’t taste a damn thing and I can hardly move a muscle without hurting.” Dean grabbed a tissue and blew his nose into it before looking at the snot. “Ugh, that’s disgusting.”

Cas scrunched his nose. “Why did you look at it?”

Dean shrugged. “Why do I do half the shit I do? I’m just glad you’re here. If I had to shove down another bowl of chicken noodle soup or cup of ginger ale, I was going to throw it at Sam’s face. I haven’t had a burger or a beer in days. Hell, he threatened to hide the keys to Baby if I didn’t lay my ass down.”

“He was just trying to take care of you,” Cas replied as he grinned at his husband’s antics. “Maybe I should let you suffer for a while longer for being such a grouchy patient.”

“No, please, don’t! I’ll apologize to him and thank him for putting up with me, but please don’t make me have to deal with this any longer. I’ve been miserable,” Dean whined.

“You are to be on your best behavior for the next two weeks and you have to apologize to and thank your brother. Otherwise, I’m going to make you sick again and you will have to let it run its course, am I understood?” Cas used his Dom voice to let Dean know he was being completely serious.

Dean shivered as Cas’ voice lowered and he stared at Dean with a cocked eyebrow. “Yes sir, I promise! Please, just make me better.”

Cas chuckled as he placed two fingers on Dean’s forehead and sent a surge of grace into the hunter’s body, eradicating all traces of the illness that plagued Dean’s body. Dean took a huge breath and relaxed against the bed. “Thanks angel. Gah, I don’t know how people without magical angel husbands deal with that. It was awful!” Dean kicked all the blankets off now that he wasn’t freezing cold anymore.

“You’re just lucky your magical angel husband hates your whining as much as your brother. You also need to thank Jack for letting me come to you,” Cas said as he shed his trench coat, suit jacket, tie, and shoes. He then slid into bed and Dean curled up against him.

“I will, I promise. I’m sorry to pull you away from your trip with Jack. I know he has been looking forward to it for weeks,” Dean replied as he let his head rest against Cas’ chest.

Cas started trailing his fingers through Dean’s hair again. “Honestly, I wasn’t enjoying it very much and I was taking the fun out of it for Jack. I think he will have a lot more fun with Sam. When I left, they were rushing off to ride rides, something Jack had been begging me to do.”

Dean reached across Cas’ chest and grabbed his free hand. “Yeah, Sam is like a big kid when it comes to theme parks. I’m not a huge fan of them myself. The food is good but that’s about it. The games are rigged and if I won’t fly on a plane, you think there’s any chance of getting me on a friggin roller coaster?”

“Well, I’m sure Sam will be far better entertainment than I was.” Cas pressed a kiss to the top of Dean’s head. “Whatever shall we do to occupy ourselves while they’re gone?”

Dean grinned at Cas, delight dancing in his eyes. “I’m sure we will think of something!” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to his husband’s.

“Are you going to my good boy until your brother gets back?” Cas asked as he smiled at Dean.

“I really don’t wanna be sick anytime soon, so yes sir, I promise to be good,” Dean replied quickly.

Cas pulled Dean’s head back and nipped at his exposed neck. “For some reason, I don’t believe you but that’s ok. I always enjoy turning your ass a bright red.”

Dean shivered in anticipation. “Who said I had to be in trouble?”

“Oh pet, we are going to have so much fun,” Cas whispered seductively. Dean couldn’t wait.

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i could sit around here for the rest of my life

the coffeeshop/college au nobody asked for. casphardt week day 4: au day. read on ao3 here or below the cut.

“Caramel macchiato for Caspar?”

With a heavy sigh in anticipation of just how hideously Linhardt will have butchered his name on the cup today, Caspar heads to the handoff area and picks up his paper cup. The boxes are ticked and marked in his boyfriend’s easily recognisable scrawl, and just above the siren’s head, Cazpar is scribbled with a crude heart and what might be a butterfly, or might just be a mistake that’s not been crossed through all the way. From the register, Linhardt beams at him, and just for a moment, Caspar feels sixteen again, his heart clenching just a little, the way it always does when he gets to see that smile. It’s part of the reason why he acts so dramatic over the misspellings - because if it makes Linhardt grin and giggle like that, it’s got to be worth it.

“A fucking Z? Really, Lin?” He clutches his chest theatrically, pretends to stumble, and in the process, spills hot coffee all over his hand. “Ow!” “Idiot,” Linhardt scolds fondly, beckoning him over to the counter again and taking his hand. He mops at the coffee with a bit of blue paper towel, but Caspar knows that it’s just an excuse to touch him. Linhardt likes to be touching him. It’s just the way he is, especially now he’s got the Starbucks job at weekends and the football season is in full swing, it’s like they hardly see each other any more.

There’s no line, so Caspar lets Linhardt take him by the collar of his varsity jacket - it’s red and black, the Eagles colours, with his initials stitched on the left side of his chest and his jersey number embroidered on the back, and it might just be his most prized possession after Lin’s heart - and pull him in for a quick kiss. It tastes like coffee, obviously, because Linhardt always has a cup of something on the go, usually a weird secret menu creation or something topped with far too much whipped cream. Today, though, it’s something iced and black, and yet, Linhardt still hides a yawn in his sweater sleeve.

“You are not sleepy right now.” The disbelief is evident in Caspar’s voice. “Oh, but I am so sleepy right now, Cas,” Linhardt almost whines. “How much coffee have you had already?” His coworkers chime in, as if on cue, all bright-eyed as ever. “He’s on his third cup?” Ferdinand guesses. “Fourth, actually. I am surprised his heart is not stopping.” Petra sounds unamused.

Linhardt kisses Caspar again. It’s definitely just to distract him. “How could my heart stop, when you’re here? It beats only for you. And besides, I think I’ve become immune to caffeine,” he adds mournfully, gazing at his cup. Caspar rolls his eyes. “I don’t think that’s a thing. Please drink some water. And call me when you get off.” He leans up for one more kiss, standing on tiptoe, because Linhardt is just that slightest bit too tall, and has taken to wearing a pair of thrifted, thick-soled Doc Martens that Dorothea says are the perfect compliment to his oversized knit sweaters and torn jeans, but Caspar just thinks they were picked out to make his boyfriend an inch too tall to kiss unexpectedly. The only time he can surprise Linhardt with kisses now is when they’re laying in bed, and it’s annoying to need him to bend down every time Caspar wants to show off how fucking cute and how in love they are.

“I promise I’ll drink water. And I promise to at least text you.” Linhardt practically lies across the counter to hug him. “Have fun at practise, okay? Don’t get hurt.” “I never get hurt. I’m fine. I’ll see you tonight.” Caspar reluctantly detaches himself, waves to Petra and Ferdinand, and leaves, the door chime jingling after him.

If he has to run to make practice in time, and his coffee is cold enough to chug by the time he gets there, it doesn’t matter so much when he’s seen Lin.

~~~

“Gingerbread latte for C-Caspar?”

The first snow has fallen on campus, and Caspar has finally given in to Dorothea insisting that he needs to wear more than a hoodie so he doesn’t freeze. He thinks, though, that it isn’t him anyone needs to worry about.

It’s Linhardt, shivering in his Christmas sweater and red apron even among the heat of the coffee machines, his hair coming down from its usually neat half-bun as he flits between bars, grinding beans and steaming milk and pouring hearts and roses in the foam. Petra’s working the register, so Caspar’s name is spelled right for once, and as he goes to take the cup, Ferdinand comes out of nowhere behind Linhardt and pats his shoulder. “Take your half-hour, while you can.”

Caspar beams, and practically drags Linhardt around the handoff, coffee forgotten as he wraps his arms around him. “A whole half-hour? We’re getting spoilt, Linny.” He’s already gently untying the apron strings so Linhardt can take the stupid thing off, so they can commandeer a low table in the corner of the room and Caspar can actually hug Linhardt for the first time in a few days. They’ve been so busy with studying and working that they haven’t had the chance for one of their impromptu sleepovers, both squeezed into a dorm room bed, or even to catch up at lunch. Caspar has been wholly deprived of boyfriend time, and judging by the way Linhardt pulls him down onto an overstuffed couch and buries his nose in the crook of his neck. His face is hot, but his hands are freezing, stained with tiny splatters of mocha and espresso and soon firmly curled in the folds of Caspar’s parka.

“Feeling okay?” Caspar asks softly, nosing into his hair and then deciding to fix it for him. Gentle as ever, he twists the mess into an uneven braid, so at least it won’t get even more tangled as he works. The smell of coffee always clings to Linhardt’s hair, like his personal brand of perfume. In reply, Linhardt sneezes into Caspar’s shoulder. “I fucking hate winter.” A pause. “It’s cold. I want to nap. And I’d happily never see another eggnog latte for as long as I live.” “Aw. C’mon, it’s not that bad, right?” Caspar asks hopefully. “You’re just being a drama queen because you have a cold?” “My blood is ninety percent honey citrus mint tea and cough syrup. And it’s not just a cold. I’m dying.” “Sure you are, babe. Sure you are.” Caspar kisses his head fondly. “You have half an hour and my undying attention. That makes things better. Right?”

When he doesn’t get a reply beyond the softest of snores, his heart melts and breaks and swells all at once. It’s the mark of someone being comfortable, when it only takes a moment for them to fall asleep in your arms or your lap. And it hurts to wake him, when their precious half-hour is up and he has to get back to work, red-eyed and disoriented. Petra takes pity on him, and sends him to do dishes.

If he takes the next day off, and spends it in bed watching Hallmark movies, with Caspar petting his hair and bringing him tea and toast and NyQuil, who is anyone to judge?

~~~

“A pink drink, Caspar? Really? I expected better from you.”

Nobody does disappointment quite like Ferdinand, nose wrinkled in disgust as he holds the cup at arm’s length. “I thought you were an adult.”

Caspar pouts and takes the cup for Caspie. He is going to kill Dorothea for that one, especially as he spots Linhardt’s smug smile. He’s been saving that one up ever since he overheard a tipsy conversation between them at Edelgard’s New Year’s party, one that involved Caspar “waxing positively lyrical”, apparently, about just how much he adores Linhardt. A drunk mind may speak sober thoughts, but drunk Caspar is a sap, and drunk Dorothea is a giggler who likes pet names.

He realises he hasn’t answered Ferdinand. “I am an adult. An adult who likes strawberries, and coconut, and uh, acai. Whatever that is.” “I like the pink drink!” Petra chirps, waving her own almost-empty cup. “And I like a man who is so sure of his masculinity that he isn’t afraid to drink something baby pink,” Linhardt adds between sips of what looks like an iced latte. Caspar narrows his eyes at him. “I thought you made a resolution to drink less caffeine this year. All it does is make you anxious, it doesn’t even keep you awake. You’re broken.” He sidles over to kiss Linhardt anyway. “It’s decaf!” his boyfriend protests. “No it’s not. Decaf lattes are lighter in colour.” “Fuck you, Ferdinand von Aegir.”

Caspar tugs at a lock of Linhardt’s hair where it’s come tumbling over his shoulder. “I’m just trying to look out for you, Lin. For your health. And perhaps a little for my own sanity because your caffeine crashes are fucking awful .” “I don’t have caffeine crashes. This stuff doesn’t even touch me,” Linhardt scoffs, then yelps and lunges for the cup that Caspar has snatched from under his nose. “Give it back!” “If it doesn’t affect you, why do you need it?” “I don’t need it, I…” Linhardt pouts. “I want it. My coffee. Please, Cas.” Ugh. Caspar is absolutely powerless when it comes to Linhardt’s pout and his kicked-puppy eyes and his whining. “Ugh. Fine. You’re hopeless.” “I’ll quit tomorrow?” Linhardt blinks at him, feigning innocence. “I really will?” “No, you won’t.” Caspar rolls his eyes. “I will! From tomorrow, no more caffeine.” “I dare you.”

To his credit, Linhardt lasts until just after lunchtime, head aching with the withdrawal. It takes falling asleep on a cafeteria bench before Caspar relents and drags him back to Starbucks on his day off. He orders a quad-shot espresso and drinks it without a pause, gazing intently at Caspar all the while.

“Never, ever take my coffee again.”

~~~

“Cas?”

Linhardt slips into the changing rooms long after all the other players have gone. He hates it in here, it smells like Axe and sweat and dirt, but Caspar didn’t show up in the stands with the others, so it falls to Linhardt to come and find his boyfriend. The game was close, but not close enough - getting knocked out of the running so close to the final was pretty brutal.

One of the showers is still running, and Linhardt stops in front of it, hand on his hip. “Caspar. I know you’re not still showering. Come out for me.” And then, softer, “Please?”

Caspar always takes the team’s losses as a personal loss. He relies too heavily on himself for the outcome of the games, the actions of his teammates. He may be a captain, but he likes to forget that he’s a human, too. “No. Go away.” “You aren’t made of sugar, as sweet as you are. You won’t dissolve under the hot water. And besides, it can’t still be hot.” “It’s f-fine…” The chatter of his teeth betrays him, and he turns off the water, the cold air of the locker room immediately assaulting his skin. His hair drips down his neck. Maybe this was a stupid thing to do. “Come out, Cas. Come on. It’s only me.”

The curtain twitches aside, and Caspar more or less tumbles right out, into the towel that Linhardt has already grabbed from his bag and proceeds to wrap tight around him. “That’s it. Well done.” Linhardt ignores how wet he is, and kisses his forehead. “You played beautifully. You always do.” “Not good enough,” Caspar sighs. “We suck. We got so close.” A bruise is blossoming across his cheekbone, and when he walks to where he left his clothes, the ankle that got twisted beneath a bad tackle leaves a slight limp in his step. He can feel Linhardt’s eyes on him, concerned, pitying, pained. “You don’t suck. You’ve worked so hard this season. You’ll get to the finals next year,” Linhardt tells him, far too much confidence in his voice, or so Caspar thinks. “Whatever.”

Caspar dresses quietly, and doesn’t complain when Linhardt pulls out his scarf, and gently winds it around his boyfriend’s neck, finishing the gesture with a kiss to his nose, then his lips. “You don’t have to comfort me,” he protests, but it’s weak. For once, he wants the comfort Linhardt always so willingly provides, so he lets his boyfriend zip up his jacket, and towel dry his damp hair even though, outside, he can hear that it’s beginning to rain. “I’m going to anyway,” Linhardt murmurs. “I always will.”

As soon as the fussing stops, Caspar buries himself in Linhardt’s chest, in his layers of wool and his vintage pea-coat, in his embrace. Linhardt holds him there, steadying him, until he’s ready to face the world.

“I brought you hot chocolate,” Linhardt remembers, when Caspar breaks the hug. “Although, it’s probably more like cold chocolate now.” A small smile flutters across Caspar’s face. “We can make more at your place?”

Some things in life are constant. Highs come with lows, wins come with losses. Linhardt comes with sweet hot drinks and the scent of freshly ground coffee in his curls. With icy hands, and holes in his sweater sleeves for his thumbs to poke through. With paper cups and heart-wrenching smiles, and most importantly? Linhardt comes with Caspar. Always.

#fe3h #casphardt #lincas #caspar von bergliez #linhardt von hevring

[welcometoyournewhell]

Return of the Tickle Wolf

A/N: I notice most animals pick up certain parts of words rather than truly knowing a word. Like if I call Ellie, both her and Gremmy look up because of the "E" in the pronunciation. For those of you who don't have pets or your animals don't do this, that's why Kosmo picks up on "ick" in the word "tickle".

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Adam blinked a few times as he looked at the source to the blinding light that had just enclosed his room only moments ago. Rubbing his working eye he looked back to where he thought he'd saw something, only to see nothing. He shook his head figuring it was from the lack of true light and fresh air causing him mind to malfunction slightly.

That was until he felt a puff of air on his arm. He jumped slightly before looking to the right of his hospital bed. Big puppy eyes we're looking up at him as the large wolf he'd met earlier bowed so that his head was on the mattress. "Geez, you scared me," he sighed with a soft chuckle. Still slightly weary of his grandson (mainly for what Coran said about being taken to another reality), he wanted to take all precautions.

But Kosmo ignored the sniff as he knew who Adam was and muzzled into the warm food giving mechanism. His tail wagged happily as the professor picked up on the lovins giving. "Aw, your so soft," the human cooed. Eyes widened as he reached the mane. "And so fluffy!"

It was a rare moment where the boring, serious, down to earth Adam left to let the slightly childish one out. But who could blame him? This wolf was so sweet, soft, fluffy, and cuddly! Something he was finding out now as Kosmo climbed on his bed, awkwardly curling up for snuggles.

The knew weight made the frame of the bed creek but it was metal, real metal. It should be okay. The only other pain like sound was from Adam as the big boy laid on him. His wounds were mostly healed but still sore. But the pain slowly morphed into a more saddle burning like sensation as the babe settled down and curled into him.

The healed hand went back to work as fingers parted through the long, thick fur. "So, where's your daddy and grand parents, huh?" Yellow eyes peered up at him as if to say "Don't care, keep petting". But in reality Keith was busy with Shiro and a soilder that would be joining them on the Atlas.

They were checking our the ship, Keith still trying to coax his brother to bring Adam along. As for Krolia and Kolivan.... he had no clue. But Kosmo wanted to see this new person more! He'd slept with him a few times already. Granted his daddy pushed the empty bed not far from Adam's next to Adam's so that they could all fit.

But it was still sleeping with him just.... pinning Keith against the man. But the chin scratches Kosmo was receiving made him think he should have sprawled out on them. "Such a good boy," the professor cooed as he really dove into the world of chin scratching.

It had been a while since he'd pet an animal. While Shiro was in space their cat had passed. She was a senior cat they adopted so the Adam understood but.... it still hurt. Her name was Abby, he had her ashes and a clay mold of her paw print back in his room. Shiro was crushed to hear about it, Adam could tell he was still upset even a week later.

He couldn't talk as he balled his eyes out for over a month, even now the thought of her made him cry. Which could be why a soft tongue was licking his face. "Sorry boy, just my mind went somewhere." He continued to pet the kissing wolf, until the kissing turned to sniffing. Something smelt.... different?

The cool, wet nose moved to the side somewhat, sniffing the unharmed ear. Eyes widened once more as a scarred hand slapped over Adam's mouth. "K-Kosmo," he whispered slightly as he moved the alendage away from soft lips.

His grandson ignored him as he continued to sniff, unaware of what the other was feeling. "Hehehy! That tickles!" The healed hand tried to gently move the babes head, only to gain his attention. Laughter, smile, squinting eyes, ick? He had heard the sound before. Last time he heard ick he got his daddy to be happy! Oh, maybe he could make his grandpa happy too?!

He gave Adam a kiss before s offing around his ear again, warning muffled laughs and a head shake. Pulling his hand back again, Adam laid back more. "K-Kosmo plehhease! Thahat really tickles!" His ears were one of his worst spots if not the worst. He continued to giggle and gently push at the head as sniffs continued.

Starting to sniff behind the ear, whiskers began to dance about. Arms wrapped around the babe as the professor shrieked and let his head fall back, adorable face following. Kosmo strained and squirmed with big eyes to get back to what he was doing.

"Oh crhahap! Kosmo, nhahaho, bahahaby, stop," the grandfather pleaded as the anticipation set in. Well that and it was so funny and cute so see the excited wolf try to tickle him again. He didn't believe when Keith said he'd been attacked by this little (big) tickle monster, but now he knew what he meant.

"Raow! Rrmmmrow!" The hell kind of noises was that? Adam looked over to see the babe pouring and flailing his legs about. He was having fun! He was having a tantrum and the other's eye watered from the cuteness as he giggled himself. "Your so cute," he cooed. Being pulled into a hug and receiving kisses the baby's tantrum was passified.... for now.

He let out a whine of teenagerness before falling limo into the other's arms. If he had to take the loving, he would. "Kosmo, there you are!" The two looked over to see Keith in the door way. The wolf snuffed at him before curling back into Adam, faking a grudge from lack of attention given for the day.

Unfortunately, his tail wag clearly gave away his excitement to see his daddy. Adam chuckled as he pulled his legs up more.... or as much as he could. It didn't hurt or tickle but his feet were getting whipped by the massive limb. "Well, at least he was keeping you company." That voice. Adam's smile dropped as his eyes narrowed.

"Surprised you came back here." Keith sighed before elbowing his brother. Everything was just happy! The older rolled his eyes before sitting at the foot of the bed, back facing Adam. "Well I still love you. Just because we had another fight doesn't mean anything." But he had the spiteful tone that most men got when they fought, that most humans got actually.

Keith felt tears coming up as he crossed his arm and walked over. "Come on Kosmo, they need to talk." But Kosmo wasn't budging. He melmed at his daddy before wagging his tail again, whipping both Adam and Shiro. The cute charm was lost as the only thing the professor could focus on was the anger in his heart that had resurfaced from another fight.

"You won't face me though," he stated softly. "So either I was granted, or your upset. But I'm guessing your upset that I was granted permission to go." Keith kissed his boy's head before leaving. He didn't want to hear this. Kosmo however, didn't seem to care in the least. He snuggled into Adam more, receiving pets for it.

"I'm.... just scared about loosing you again. Space is a fucking nightmare Adam, I don't.... a lot has happened. I don't want you to get kidnapped, to face the same fears of death even within the main ship. You nearly died once already, I lost you twice now." There was a silence as Shiro let his hands catch his face.

Kosmo nosed at Adam for a reaction, but the man didn't budge. Shiro had told him of the horrors in space their first night together, as had Keith. He knew the danger, the horror, but this was his family. Shiro yelled as a toe started to poke at him. "No shit, dumbass! So what's let you take Keith back up there and risk never seeing you two again?! If we're dying, we're dying as a family!" There was a soft whimper that had both their attention. "Not you sweetie, your okay, " the man quickly soothed as he pulled Kosmo closer to hug him. "Your daddy's okay, sshhhh, shhhh." He bit his lip as to not laugh from the nose nuzzling into his neck.

Shiro had turned to face Adam, surprised by the unprofessional way of speaking. But seeing him crumble at the touch of Kosmo was rather calming. Looking over, he smirked. "Khahaosmo," the damn burst. "Baby, come on. Yhahaour ticklingg mehhee." A sudden yell escaped the male's mouth as fingers brushed up his soles. That bastard wasn't.

Oh but a smirk looking back at him said other wise. "Don't you dAH!" Too late. Once more, brown locks spread across the white, paper like pillow case as the professor laughed his heart out. Squirming and screaming, he held onto the wolf who decided that the professor's neck smelt so good!

"Sthahahop it! Sthahaop! T-Thahhakashi!" The former fiancee poked at his husband again as he tried to free his feet. The other squeaked as he felt his own tickle mood coming on. This closeness was something he wanted more than anything to have again with the other. "Gehehet ahahaway fhrom mahay toes! AH! Shahahit, nhohot thahat one!"

This was fun, a fun both missed over the years of tension and absence. The hiccups snorts escaping were so charming to the new captain that he moved to the socked pinky toes. That's when Adam started to go berserk, well that and Kosmo was starting to move up to his ear again.

"Chahan't, nahahaho! Khahashi!" The small giggle, whimper that escaped qued the other in to stop. Adam was at an overload. Looking back, he could see why. Kosmo kept going from the hypersensitive ear to under the chin. It was a killing combination. "Hey buddy, no more. He needs to breathe, alright?"

Shiro had moved up more to get the wolf babe's attention. Eyes looked back at Adam's painting form before looking up at Shiro and back again. "Yes, he needs a break. You wanna cuddle that's fine, but no more tickles." And the babe flopped with his tongue out again. Man he was so cute. Shiro chuckled before rubbing his tummy a little and earn it some leg kicks.

"Well, " the breathless male sighed as he mostly calmed down. "If your not here to fight, grab that bed. I know your not resting enough." Shiro was a bit stunned but honestly couldn't bring himself to protest. Sleeping beside Adam again, the memories of how pushy the other got for all the right reasons.

He did as told before securing the posts together. Undressing a bit, he climbed into the other bed, moving on the crease between beds to steal a kiss. A kiss that quickly turned into a contest for air as memory, years of lacking touch, and love took over. If Kosmo want present and Adam wasn't still sore, the captain might try his luck to take it up a notch, but he wouldn't.

He needed to wait for that, to fall in love again. But the idea Adam stated of a familiar and old feeling wasn't that. Shiro knew this was love, fresh love. The kiss broke as he giggled softly, pulling back to cover his mouth. Adam landed, a smirk plastered on his face. He'd clawed at the other's ribs slightly and his hand was still formed. "Missed you too," the younger chuckled before squealing as the close found his thigh.

"Oh, I so missed this, " Adam teased before negotiating his release with his grandson. Kosmo agreed before flopping on the abandoned, warm mattress. Adam covered him before "wrestling" with his former love for an upper hand.

As night fell over the military compound, Keith began to look for his son as he grew worried. What he found was actually rather receiving. Like a child, the breakup affected him like a divorce would. No kid was ever okay when their parents split. But seeing Adam curled up in top of Shiro as the other holds him protectively.... he knew things were going to be okay.

Tucking Kosmo in with one of his hippo toys, he gave the babe a kiss before heading back to his own room. Maybe going back wouldn't be so bad after all.

#kosmo #vld #keith #adam #shiro #tickle #tickling #ticklish #tickle fight #kosmo is a tickle monster #voltron #adashi #shuram #shirogane family #broganes

[macdentrash]

(as I already said; i Love your writtings so much and i'm so thankful for this, bless you)Prompt: The gang go camping, and obviously Mac and Den have to share the same tent

I love this prompt so I got a little carried away, thanks for submitting…

Read on ao3 here

“Camping is so fun man, I hope I can catch a squirrel!” Charlie says excitedly as he hops into the back of the Range Rover.

“Charlie, squirrels are way too fast for you to catch and what would you even do with it if you caught one?” Dee asks, climbing in next to Charlie in the back seat.

“I would totally keep it as a pet! We could keep it in the bar and he could be our… whats the word… our… mascot dude!” Charlie replies, lost in excitement.

“What the fuck are you guys talking about?” Dennis asks as he gets into the drivers seat. Mac just looks at them strangely as he slides into the passengers side.

“Charlie wants to catch a squirrel during the camping trip and bring it back to Paddys… it’s a whole thing, please don’t get him started again” Dee sighs, feigning annoyance.

“It would be really cool though!” Charlie says, he bounces his knees in anticipation because he’s nervous to be leaving Philly.

“Yeah, great Charlie. Mac pop in my Steve Winwood mix would you?” Dennis asks, he gives Mac a warm smile.

“Sure Den, but can we listen to my Creed mix later? I worked really hard on it” Mac asks, giving Dennis his puppy dog eyes.

Dennis hesitates like he’s about to say something negative but he looks into Mac’s eyes and decides differently.

“Yeah Mac, sure why not?” Dennis squeezes Mac’s arm lightly before pushing the car into drive, pulling away from Paddys.

Mac grins at Dennis and hurriedly plays Dennis’ favorite Steve Winwood mix.

******

Dennis pulls up to the campsite and throws the car into park.

“Oh my good God Deandra, we all know that you have to pee please shut up about it!” Dennis hisses at Dee.

“I’m sorry that I have a small bladder Dennis! I can’t help it, now please excuse me if I could so generously get your permission!” Dee screams back, practically hurling herself out of the Range Rover on the way to pee in the woods.

Charlie hops out after Dee, running towards the lake excitedly, stripping off his shirt as he goes.

“Charlie where are you going?” Mac calls after Charlie as he rushes towards the water at full speed.

“I’m going to see if there’s any water squirrels man, don’t wait up!” Charlie yells back, waving behind him as he continues to barrel towards the body of water.

“What’s he talking about, water squirrels?” Mac asks Dennis, confused.

“Who the hell knows? You know Charlie” Dennis says, chuckling a bit under his breath.

“Well anyways, forget him man, I brought something just for us and this seems as good a time as any” Mac grins at Dennis as he pulls out a fat blunt he had rolled that morning before he woke Dennis up.

“Nice! Where do you wanna smoke it? I’m kind of dying to get out of this car man” Dennis asks as he swings a long leg out of the Range Rover.

Mac opens his door and hops out excitedly. “Wherever you want I guess! I know there’s some trails around, we could go walk around in nature for once in our lives” Mac says, he walks up to Dennis and their arms brush as they start walking towards the line of trees that are slightly ahead.

Dennis throws an arm around Mac’s shoulder casually as they walk.

“Thanks for bringing that, I really need to chill after being in the car with squirrel boy and the bird for so long” Dennis gives Mac a smile. He had decided earlier to be unusually nice to Mac on this trip, he wanted them to enjoy themselves because they so rarely got to escape Philly and the bar, and plus on their last road trip they’d been separated almost the entire time.

“No problem, I figured you’d be stressed from them being annoying. It’s all in the forethought dude!” Mac says, he grins up at Dennis as they enter into the forest.

“God the air is different around here, not so smoggy. I feel like it’s actually pure?” Mac says, glancing around at the unadulterated natural landscape around them. It’s strange to see trees instead of the concrete and buildings that usually surround them.

“Yeah yeah totally man, it’s kind of weird how you don’t notice the toxic air until you’re out somewhere like this” Dennis says, he walks over to a large log that’s a little further into the woods and settles down onto it. It’s as good a place to smoke a blunt as any.

“Totally…” Mac trails off as he sits down on the log next to Dennis. Mac scoots until their thighs touch as he pulls the blunt out from behind his ear and lights it.

Dennis looks over at Mac as Mac closes his eyes and takes a deep hit on the blunt. Dennis doesn’t think that Mac realizes how good he always looks, Dennis spends countless hours trying to maintain a youthful beauty that’s impossible to hold onto forever but Mac just rolls out of bed looking like that. Dennis didn’t get how that was fair.

Mac flicks his eyes over at Dennis as he passes the blunt over. He looks like he may about to say something but doesn’t, he seems… hesitant.

“I’m really glad we came out here” Dennis says, filling the silence, “I think it’ll be good for us to get some fresh air and just be away from all the stressful shit. Too bad Frank got stuck in that coil again, it’d be good for his old mushy brain to get out of the city” Dennis laughs, imagining Frank stuck in that coil back in Philly.

Mac laughs and Dennis feels his chest warm, he loves making Mac laugh when they’re all alone. It’s a sound just for him to enjoy.

“Yeah, I mean look at Charlie. The kid thinks that there are water squirrels? He needs to gain a few brain cells back after drinking paint and huffing chemicals in the basement all the time” Mac says, chuckling.

The blunt dwindles down to nothing as they sit close together, laughing and staring at each other just a little bit too long.

Dennis lets his hand settle on his thigh in a way that a couple of his fingers touch Mac’s leg.

Mac glances down but doesn’t say anything, after a few beats he lets his hand drop too. Now both their legs and hands are touching and Mac knows that’s not something you do with your totally platonic bro, but he’s also known for a long time that how he feels for Dennis isn’t totally based on friendship alone because they’re way too wrapped up in each other for it to be a normal friendship. He lets their hands brush anyway and just looks at Dennis, Dennis is probably the prettiest person alive, Mac thinks to himself.

Dennis stands up hastily and nods his head back towards the way they came.

“We should probably go make sure Charlie didn’t drown himself. Does that guy even know how to swim?” Dennis asks Mac, smiling at him and reaching a hand down to help him up.

“Yeah he totally does, we learned together in elementary school. He totally sucked at first but he got it eventually” Mac says, laughing at the memory.

Dennis laughs but he feels a little sad at the comment. Something in his chest always deflates a little when he’s reminded that Mac and Charlie were best friends first, they’d helped each other through some truly shitty childhoods and had memories together that Dennis could never be apart of. He wishes they’d been around to help him as a kid, he’d always been picked on for being small and it’d have been nice to have Mac and Charlie around.

Just as these thoughts start to bring his mood down, he feels Mac’s warm arm brush against his and their hands touch every now and then as they walk. Dennis glances over at Mac and Mac stares back with what Dennis swears is adoration.

Dennis smiles a little to himself. Maybe Mac and Charlie were best friends first but they’d all found each other eventually, Mac had found him and Dennis got to share an apartment with him. Dennis looks at Mac in a way that could be called love sick as they step out of the trees and into the sunlight. Mac’s hair, free of gel thank God, bounces as he walks and Dennis’ heart swells. Dennis realizes that he is totally fucked and he lets his hand brush Mac’s again, he allows it to linger there and Mac doesn’t pull away.

“Hey boners! Oh shit did you smoke weed without us? I can totally smell it” Dee says, mad that she was left out.

“You snooze you lose Dee and lets be honest, you always lose” Dennis throws back snidely.

Mac laughs. “Like we would have shared with you even if you were around. I rolled that for me and Dennis, not you, bird” Mac says, Dennis laughs and points at Dee.“You are a bird” Dennis laughs. This comment is especially funny to him after that large blunt they’d just sucked down and he keeps giggling long after is appropriate.

“Aw, did you roll it for just you and Dennis? That is SO gay” Dee laughs.

Dennis freezes. He so doesn’t need Mac to go on an anti gay rampage right now, things were so good between them and it would totally kill his buzz if Mac started to rage about the Bible.

Mac just rolls his eyes at Dee and grabs Dennis by the hand, pulling him away.

“Oh whatever Dee, you’re just jealous” Mac laughs and him and Dennis walk down towards the lake hand in hand.

Mac drops Dennis’ hand when they get close enough to see Charlie on the beach. Mac races up to Charlie and Dennis follows behind at a slower pace, still missing Mac’s hand in his a little bit.

“Look what I found, I think it’s the remnants of some kind of eight legged water squirrel! We have to bring this discovery back with us to Philly, I think it could be important” Charlie says, filled to the brim with excitement.

“I hate to burst your bubble man but that is a dead crab” Mac says poking at the remnants of the skeleton.

“I don’t know man, I think it’s most definitely a water squirrel” Charlie says in a dubious tone.

“That is a skeleton! A skeleton that clearly has pincers, that my man, is a crab” Dennis says leaning down to eye level with the other two men.

Dee comes up and peers down at them. “What are you guys looking at?” She asks, squinting her eyes in the light.

“Water squirrel” Charlie says at the same time Mac and Dennis say “dead crab”.

“Oookay, I’m not gonna ask. Can we set up the camping shit before it gets dark? We’re going to be way too lazy to do it later” Dee says.

“That sounds practical Dee” Dennis says, standing up to his full height.

They all discard the crab, though Charlie does give the decaying creature a longing look as they walk back up towards the Range Rover.

Dennis pops the back open and starts unloading everything.

“Is anyone gonna help me?” Dennis asks and Mac steps up beside him to start pitching in. Charlie and Dee soon start helping as well, though maybe not as enthusiastically.

******

The sun sets over the lake and the gang give a joint sigh as they lean back in the chairs they brought and sip their beers.

Charlie gets up and starts gathering dry leaves and kindling to start a fire in the pit that they had set the chairs up around.

“Well I don’t know about you guys but I’m dying to have a s’more!” Mac says excitedly hopping up from his seat between Dennis and Dee and walking over to the cardboard box they were keeping the food in.

Dennis rolls his eyes as Mac leaves his side.

“Of course you are dude, you have such a sweet tooth” Dennis tells him fondly.

“Whatever dude, irrelevant” Mac says and gives him a slightly pouty look, Dennis just glances down at his lip as it juts down and he doesn’t even think about what it would feel like to bite down on it or kiss the lips that were always going a mile a minute. He totally doesn’t think about that, not even once.

Dennis gets up and makes his way over next to Mac, almost like he’s pulled there by some unknowable force.

“I’ll have a s’more too. The only time I can stand them is on camping trips so I might as well indulge it” Dennis says and bumps his shoulder against Mac’s softly.

“Make me one too losers, I’m getting a little bit too buzzed to get up” Dee says, laying her head back to stare up at the wide open sky.

“I’ll make you one Dee” Charlie says as he trudges back over to them with his arms laden with sticks he’d obviously just gathered from the woods.

“Thanks Charlie” Dee says and gives him a sweet smile that makes her nickname fit for once.

Dennis glances at Mac, wordlessly asking “what’s that about?” but he decides not to say anything, they really are all enjoying each other’s company for once.

Charlie makes a fire and Mac, Dennis and he quickly start making s’mores. Mac and Dennis settle back into their seats and laugh while they eat. Charlie makes two s’mores and gives Dee a warm smile when he hands her one.

They all chew their food and stare around themselves. After they’re done eating they crack open some more beers and sit around shooting the shit for a couple of hours.

After Mac had to run after Charlie to stop him from trying to chase after a creature in the dark, they all decide its time for bed. They’re all thankful that they had the foresight to set up their tents and sleeping bags earlier, they were all way too buzzed and sleepy to do it now.

Dennis had made sure that him and Mac shared the same tent, mumbling something about how they were roommates so they were more used to sleeping by each other.

Dee crawls into her and Charlie’s tent and Charlie follows soon after.

Mac turns to Dennis, his hair messy and eyes sleepy.

Mac yawns “It’s late, you wanna go to bed Den?” he asks.

Dennis’ chest warms at the nickname coming out in Mac’s tired voice and also at the fact that Mac was asking him, like he would stay up with Dennis all night if that’s what he wanted.

“Sure baby boy, let’s go to bed” Dennis says and grabs Mac’s hand to help him up from his chair.

Mac smiles wildly and allows Dennis to haul him up.

Dennis takes his hand from Mac’s when Mac stands and moves it to his lower back, guiding him with a light hand towards their tent.

Mac climbs in first and immediately snuggles up in his sleeping bag, the night has grown chilly fairly quickly and all he has on is a sleeveless t-shirt.

Dennis settles into his sleeping bag. He notices that him and Mac are in very close proximity. Mac had set up the sleeping bags, Dennis wonders if their closeness is intentional.

Dennis lays there for awhile, trying to sleep but something (or someone) is keeping him from falling asleep completely.

Dennis opens his eyes and glances over at Mac. Mac has his eyelids slid shut and he looks completely at peace. Dennis let’s himself drink in Mac’s features and thinks to himself how ridiculous he is, for Christ’s sake he sees Mac everyday and lives with him but somehow Mac’s face still surprises him. Mac’s hair falls over his eyes and his lips are puckered out, soft.

Dennis slides up in his sleeping bag a bit and he tentatively reaches his hand out to gently remove Mac’s hair from his forehead.

Mac’s nose crinkles up and his eyes flutter open, Dennis slowly retracts his hand.

“Den, what are you still doing up?” Mac asks sleepily.

Dennis is too tired and caught up in the scene set out before him to lie.“Lookin at you” Dennis replies and give Mac a lukewarm smile.

Mac smiles so brightly that the Sun should be ashamed of itself.

“That’s really sweet Dennis. But you see me everyday, you should know what I look like by now” Mac says, his eyes are fully open now and he rolls his body towards Dennis’ almost imperceptibly.

“Yeah yeah, I know that. I just can’t help it. And I’ve been thinking about something, I’m really sorry Mac” Dennis says. He reaches his hand back over to Mac again but this time he grabs the other mans hand and gently rolls his thumb in circles against the skin there.

Mac lets his hand be held and stares at Dennis with big eyes.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about” Mac says softly and he rubs his own thumb against Dennis’.

“Yeah, I do… do you remember all the times you’ve told me that you love me? Well I’m really really sorry for never saying it back. I was just scared I guess? But I want you to know that I do love you and I honestly couldn’t do any of this shit without you” Dennis says in one long stream, not pausing to breathe in his nervousness. Dennis averts his eyes, a little bit scared of Mac’s reaction.

Mac doesn’t say anything, he just sits for a moment with wide eyes staring at Dennis’ profile.

Dennis still doesn’t look at Mac, slightly embarrassed at letting down his normal “emotionless shell” and his own earnestness. Mac takes his hand from Dennis’ and Dennis shrinks down even further but Mac just takes his hand and places a finger under Dennis’ chin until Dennis chances a glance back over at him.

“Den, I always knew you did, I didn’t doubt it. You tell me everyday by the way you look at me when you think I can’t see you, you tell me by staying. But that doesn’t make it less nice to hear” Mac says softly. He lets his fingers graze Dennis’ jawline and he moves his body so their sides touch and their faces get closer together.

Dennis eyes haven’t left Mac’s face since he started speaking. Mac is looking down at him with joy pooled in his dark brown eyes and Dennis, never one for impulse control, can’t help himself. Dennis allows his hand to brush a stray hair out of Mac’s face, he then winds his graceful fingers into Mac’s hair. Mac leans in on bated breath and Dennis uses his hand to pull Mac’s face to his, he kisses him tentatively.

The seemingly innocent kiss turns into their mouths deepening against each other and hands roaming. Dennis cradles Mac’s face in his hands and holds him there, trying to tell him with physicality all of the things he’s always been too scared to say.

After a long time of them holding each other, kissing, touching and whispering sweet little things to each other, Mac pulls away lightly and kisses Dennis’ forehead.

Mac looks at Dennis hazily and gives him a big, lazy smile when Dennis wraps an arm over Mac’s sleeping bag to pull him closer.

“Mm cold Den, why didn’t I bring a sweater?” Mac says lazily, running a light finger over the dip of Dennis’ Cupid’s bow and giving him a soft kiss.

“I didn’t either, we didn’t know it’d get this cold, but I might have an idea” Dennis says softly and he unzips his sleeping bag while quirking an eyebrow at Mac.

Mac smiles and hastily crawls out of his sleeping bag and into Dennis’ arms. Dennis closes the sleeping bag, it was roomier than he had previously calculated and wraps both arms around Mac’s torso, pulling him close.

Dennis looks at Mac staring up at him and leans down to run his tongue over Mac’s bottom lip, he soon bites it lightly just as he had (not) thought about earlier around the campfire. Mac responds eagerly and lets Dennis kiss him deeply.

Soon they both grow sleepy and Mac falls asleep with his head on Dennis’ chest and Dennis soon follows after bringing Mac’s hand to his mouth (fingers still intertwined even though Mac has conked out) and running small kisses where their fingers meet. They sleep comfortably into the mid morning, enveloped in each others warmth.

******

Dee wakes up first in the morning, banging around and trying her best to make instant coffee over the fire that she restarts.

Dennis wakes up to her ruckus. He looks down at Mac, still sleeping on his chest, and he smiles. Dennis nudges Mac with his nose until he wakes up, giving Dennis a warm smile as he’s brought back to consciousness.

“Morning Den!” Mac says softly and he gives him the smallest kiss they had shared yet, just a very light brushing of lips.

Dennis ruffles Mac’s hair and kisses his forehead.

“The bird woke me up” Dennis laughs and Mac giggles afterwards.

“Well we should probably get up, lots to do before we can start driving home” Mac says and smiles at Dennis as he gets up and starts heading out of the tent.

“Yeah, we still have to pack up all that shit huh? Please make sure Charlie doesn’t bring back any crab skeletons or any skeletons for that matter” Dennis laughs.

“Oh and Dennis?” Mac turns around before he leaves the tent completely.

“Yeah Mac?” Dennis asks.

“I love you too” he says softly and they both grin.******Mac and Dennis stay even closer to each other than usual (which is ridiculous as they are usually touching in some capacity anyways) the whole day as the gang walks around the woods and goes swimming in the lake.

Around mid afternoon they all pack everything back into the Range Rover and point the car back towards Philly, Dennis lets Mac choose the music all the way home.

#prompts #macdennis #long post #iasip

[leaky-ink-ghost]

Button Eyes: Chapter One

The Coraline AU belongs to @boodles-art, who is graciously letting me write for it. This is cross posted on Ao3

Max tugs the fabric to close his tent tightly behind him. He adjusts his pull over quaintly and taps the tips of his swampers into place lightly before dragging his feet down the path into the surrounding woods of the camp ground.

When his parents had told him they were sending him away to this god awful summer camp, he’d be lying if he had said that this was what he had expected. The grounds themselves seemed to breath uncomfortably with deep wheezes of tragedy and mystery. Fog swirled around the trunks of the trees that seemed dead against the gray haze of sky and the ground. Even Lake Lilac was still and reflective as a mirror to the haze and deafening silence of it all.

He had heard that some kid had died out here a couple of decades ago. He had fallen down into some canyon or something and died right next to an equally unspecified little pond, and Max had wanted to find said canyon. Whether it was to prove that the kid didn’t really exist, or if he did and Max wanted to be the next to throw himself off the edge, he hadn’t decided yet.

What he did know, was that a set of dowsing rods would do the trick to find water that wasn’t the creepily still lake. There was a dying bush next to the path he was about to take and figured that wood was just as good as any other. Max stuck his hands in and roughly ripped out two sticks, holding one in each hand. The alleged magic of elemental chakras was lost on him, and in his mind held the same position to religion in its fictitious depiction of something to beat man’s fears. He had no real belief that this would work, and also really had no idea what he was doing, but two sticks was better than blindly wandering in the woods for some hint of a stream.

He walked around the activities field, each of the sectioned booths in utter disarray. Despite the rain, an impenetrable layer of dust seems to have settled over the sad excuses for activities.That half pipe was gonna kill someone one of these days and that stage quite literally looked about thirty seconds from collapsing in on itself. Not to mention the other kind of magic camp’s castle looking like it was made out of cardboard. He didn’t care either way. His camp was as mysterious and allusive as happiness in life seemed to be. At least Stupid David with his stupid eyepatch was too concerned with the arrival of the other campers to worry about him.

As he continued to walk deeper into the forest, the rot of the dead trees around him put him further on edge than he would have originally anticipated. It was the forest for fuck’s sake- shouldn’t there at least be some birds or some wind or something? But, no, Max felt like he was walking through a painting as opposed to real place, like the silence was just as orchestrated as the winding in the worn path in the mud he was taking. Oh look! The sticks were crossed again.

The further he walked, the more overwhelming it all became. The trees ripped through the air like spindly hands as opposed to real things that either once were living or still are, and are simply awaiting their next chance to bloom. Regardless of their position, they creeped him out as he passed the edge of a slope. It wasn’t like he was necessarily scared- moreso he was on edge. He was waiting for something to jump out at him. As if on cue, a rock skipped down the path and hit his shoe from somewhere up the edge of the hill. He payed it nothing more than a passing glance before picking the offending object up and throwing it back into the ridge of boulders he assumed it came from. A trilling growl cut through the silence and Max looked just as unimpressed as he was when the rock fell. If what ever was in the rocks didn’t want to get hit with a rock, it shouldn’t have dropped on near Max.

He went on, being lead by his sticks that were doing absolutely nothing. Maybe he was holding them wrong? No, it wasn’t that. He’s seen people do it on TV all the time. It was probably because none of this mattered or was real regardless of whether he was actually doing it the textbook correct method anyway.

A rustling the the dead grass draws his attention forward. There’s a tree stump in front of him where the path seems to end, and nothing but impenetrable tries all around, but that rustling is circling him and coming to a stop right on the other side of said stump. A cat, that was an odd sea foam green color jumped out of the grass with a vigor to rival David’s. She meowed at him loudly.

“What the hell is a cat doing all the way out here?” Max asked it, reaching his hand out to scratch her chin.

The cat swiped at him with a shrill hiss, but the playful glint in her eye gave away her intentions. Max deemed her no harm and turned his attention back to the sticks in his hand and his quest for dying. He walked back in front of the trail, his back facing the cat and her pedestal, and rose the sticks back in the air.

“Stupid sticks, stupid sticks,” he sighed talking to both no one and the cat who seemed willing to listen, “Show me the stream!”

An ear shattering honk rang out in the silence. Max’s head shot up in the direction of a kid who was quite nearly a whole head taller than him slide down the hill with what looked like an air horn in his hand. The cat forgotten behind Max, seized the opportunity to swipe at Max’s hand again and knocked his sticks to the ground. The kid with the horn, who ever he is, picked them up gingerly with gloved hands and inspected them, jumping onto the stump where the cat once was.

He tilted his head to the side. “Let me guess. You’re from Texas or Utah- some place dried out and barren right? I’ve heard of water witching before, but all that magic stuff is just a load of bullshit, you know? It’s just ideomotor movements. It’s the same thing as ouija boards.”

“I know that, asshole,” Max barked stepping forward and punching the kid in the shin, which causes him to drop Max’s sticks. “And I don’t like being stalked. Not by annoying assholes- or their fucked up, green cats!” He adds once she jumps up to him.

The brown haired boy gives max a quizzical look and glances down at his side. “Oh, Nikki isn’t my cat. She lives out here in the forest,” he explains, and bends down to pet her tenderly. “Of course I do feed her after meals, and sometimes she’ll come to my tent and leave me little dead things.

“Like hell you need to know where I’m from.”

The kid gives his attention back to Max, confused at the outburst.

“And if I’m a water witch, then where’s the cliff that kid fell off of?”

He jumps and lunges off of the stump, Nikki stalks toward Max.

“If you stomp to hard, you’ll fall off of it. It’s not really a cliff more like a hole that was made by a stream that used to run downhill into the lake, but it’s all dried up now. The hole itself is supposed to be so deep that if you fell to the bottom and looked up, you’d see a sky full of stars in the middle of the day.”

Nikki digs at the ground where max was standing and revealed what looked like a wooden platform underneath his feet. He picks up his sticks again.

“How the hell are those two things connected?” Max asks, rolling his eyes.

“I don’t know man, I’m just telling you what I heard.” He turns his back on Max, and stares down at the camp ground below. “I’m surprised they let you come up here. David normally has a tight lock on people going this deep into the forest.”

“What do you mean?”

“He had a friend, or something back when ‘he was a bright young camper, much like ourselves’” he says, impersonating David on the last bit. “I think he died or whatever. Anyway, I’m Neil.”

This kid had a voice to rival nails on a chalkboard. He was naisily and shrill and talked way to much for Max’s taste. And what the fuck is he just carrying an air horn around for?

“What did you get saddled with?”

“I wasn’t saddled with anything,” he groans, “It’s Max.”

“Max?” He asks tossing the name around in his mind. “It’s not very scientific, but I’ve heard that having an ordinary name, like Max, would lead someone to have ordinary expectations about a person.”

Max prepares to go off on this kid for his assumptions when David’s voice calls their names from somewhere down the hill.

Max groans audibly and Neil starts to walk back down the path.

“Well it was great to meet a real ‘water witch,’” he mocks, much to Max’ chagrin. “But I’d wear gloves next time.

“Why?” Max growls

“Because those sticks you’re holding,” he gestures to Max’s hands where he’s tapping the wood between his hands. “They’re Toxicodendron diversilobum.”

“What?”

“Poison oak,” Neil states flatly.

Max drops them immediately and glares at Neil’s back as he takes off back towards the camp.

#camp camp #cc max #cc neil #cc nikki #cc david #cc gwen #cc daniel #cc jen #all the kids #fanfiction #reblogs welcome #coraline #coraline au #my writing #camp campbell #i dont know what else to tag #cc #camp camp fanfiction #dadvid

[zyandahl]

Everything Lately...

Dahl can’t make the mechanical pigeon fly. He can’t do it. It’s made of metal and he can’t use magic, and there’s no size to weight ratio he can manage with a metal mechanical pigeon to make it fly without magic. On the list of reasons he’d miss having magic, ‘flightless pigeon construct, highly disappointing to self and others’ was not one he’d anticipated. And he can say that with conviction, because he has an actual written list of reasons it’s awful to be without his magic. He’s going to add this one to the list, albeit grudgingly.

He sits at the table for hours, trying to figure out how to make it work, and he just can’t, and he feels like a student again.

Or maybe that’s because everything lately has been reminding him of school, of being a student– of how stupid he–

Of Langdon.

It all comes back to that, to him.

Dahl sits at the table leaning over the spread carcass of a pigeon construct he has yet to roll together into an activated mechanical creature. Is it a carcass if it’s in the process of being created? It certainly looks like an unravelled dead thing.

He feels a memory overtake him, of being seated like this over something nearly finished but not, head in his hands, and of a warm body standing behind him. He feels abruptly younger, both more and less insecure, feels the memories of hands on his hips, that solid body pressed flush against his back, hot breath against his sensitive ear as the man asks what he’s having trouble with.

“My little genius,” he remembers, alongside the thrill of being touched by the only person whose touch he’d wanted more of– remembers never getting more than this, but wanting it. The slow tease, flirting, seduction, the touching, all of which had felt like barely restrained desire at the time.

Or at least he’d hoped that’s what it was.

His mind, disjointed and tired, superimposes the memories of Langdon’s hands and warmth and breath over the reality of working on a metal construct at a table. The memory warms him, makes him feel teased and young all over again, which in turn makes him hate himself.

He wonders if there will ever be a time when he isn’t pathetic, wonders what he’d do if Langdon showed up now.

Would he hate the man who ruined his life? Would he be able to hate him in person the way he can from afar? Because he does. He hates Langdon. It’s a cold crystallizing hatred, ice cold fury that makes certain words and thoughts and actions freeze as they leave him. “Teacher,” he only ever spits before it freezes on his tongue. He can’t go to school, can’t take classes, take mentors, for fear of freezing solid on the spot.

He’d finally managed to return to Dalaran a few times after years of avoiding it, and he’d died there. Nothing to do with Langdon, he knows, but it feels related anyway. A lesson that he’s right to be wary, to avoid the things that hurt. Overcoming your fears gets you killed, his mind tells him, in the same breath it tells him that overcoming fears is the only way he’s gotten to where he is, to being happy, to feeling anything like free.

Being killed wasn’t so bad, he reminds himself, and dying is always an option. It’s always an option.

He shakes his head to clear that sticky clinging impulse from the forefront. Nothing he can do to rid it completely. It’s like a misbehaving pet inside his mind. “Dying would be easier than whatever it is you’re doing,” it says, every day, as he corrals it back into the mostly soundproof room he’s built at the back of his mind. “It sure would,” he says, every day, as he locks it away and returns to the difficult tasks that make up his life. Most of them, these days, are worth doing. Even if they’re hard.

A thought flits through his mind, not for the first time, that perhaps that little suicidal monster in his mind was weaker before Langdon. He knows it existed, but he wonders how much Langdon fed it, how much it grew, and if the time between then and now has fully reverted it to the level of power it had over him before, or if some part of its growth was permanent.

A thought: how much of that damage is permanent?

He’s been working through some things, finally, talking to Dyrihm and Nae and realizing the ways Langdon affected him. Realizing that Langdon’s faked seduction, his manipulation and secret hatred, has wrecked Dahl in ways he never wanted to consider. Realizing that he wasted years he could have been with Dyr thinking that no matter what it seemed like, no one was ever going to see him the way he wanted, and least of all a man Dahl was already interested in. Least of all a man who laughed with him, and worked with him, and touched him gently in simple but implying ways– a hand against his hip, a body pressed flush to his back as he showed Dahl how to fight, breath in his ear–

He feels like he shouldn’t enjoy those things anymore, like they should have been ruined by a man who warped them to use him, all to take his creations and sell them behind his back. Somehow they aren’t ruined, and Dahl feels strange about that, too, like maybe it all wasn’t so bad if it didn’t thoroughly traumatize him. Or like maybe he’s just that stupid, that even though Langdon pretended to want him, faked desire, touched him constantly and hated the whole of it, all for rights to mechanical designs– all for money– that even despite it all Dahl would still lean into the touch if it returned.

And when he’d caught Langdon doing it, the man had made an excuse– said he was going to tell Dahl– said it was meant to be a surprise, so, Surprise! He was able to sell them because his name was known. Dahl wouldn’t have had such luck selling his own creations. Doesn’t Dahl see? It was all for him.

And Dahl, well.

Dahl’s stupid.

He’d believed it.

That wasn’t the falling out. That wasn’t the end.

Langdon had put his hands on Dahl’s hips– not his shoulders like a normal person, but his hips– and bent down to look into Dahl’s eyes, and lied easily directly to his face. His eyes had crinkled with what Dahl thought was affection, what he now knew to be a different kind of joy. A delight not at Dahl’s presence but at how easy he was to convince, to manipulate.

And everything lately is reminding him.

The obvious reminders– Nae ran off to try to kill Langdon, failed, came home injured; Langdon’s name came up again, and again; the nightmare from Rey of Langdon’s face; one of Dahl’s constructs at the party, sold by Langdon, and the receipt they’d found that proved it; Dyrihm wanting to know more; Frost should know about it too; Thadric asking how Dahl wants Langdon to die, and offering to help. The less obvious ones too, like Thor’del constantly reminding him of teachers from that school; having to go to Thor’del to ask for help with something he desperately wants to be able to fix for himself but can’t; and Picklet– just… just Picklet. Picklet, whose mannerisms, or attitude, or maybe just his face reminds Dahl of Langdon, which isn’t fair to anyone, least of all Picklet.

Even the way he can’t seem to get this fucking pigeon right reminds him of school.

It’s hard to do metal work without a workshop. He’s adjusted his prosthetics so that his left elbow works like a bolt cutter, and his fingertips double as screwdrivers, and he can use his fingers as pliers or a makeshift socket wrench as needed. He owns a small goblin-made blow torch and hand drill, and a set of magical metal-cutting scissors that he knows he could design a better version of if he still had magic. But he doesn’t own a bandsaw, or a sander, or a drill press, or a hundred other things, and the lack of these tools makes the work harder.

There are things Langdon didn’t lie about.

He was fortunate to have access to the school’s workshop, and without Langdon’s approval he wouldn’t have been allowed to use it at his own discretion, on his own time table, for his own projects. The fact that Langdon’s approval was only given because Langdon benefitted from the arrangement at least as much as Dahl did… well.

The worst part–

That’s not true. It’s not the worst part. But it still stings, still feels raw to know that Langdon wasn’t even a very good liar. He certainly isn’t the best liar Dahl has ever met, nor even the best liar he’s fallen for.

Dyr is objectively a better liar than Langdon ever was.

In hindsight Dahl can see Langdon’s lies. His eyes crinkling could have been genuine affection– and Dahl tells himself no one would be able to tell the difference in the same breath he tells himself he’s the only one who was fooled by it– but in hindsight it was smug delight.

In stark contrast Dahl remembers the first time he truly witnessed Dyr lie, an easy story to a stranger to elicit a desired reaction. The story was perfectly fragmented, with laughter, facial expressions, body language all right and timed without feeling scripted or forced in any way, woven so there was no hint of untruth. No reason to doubt. Eyes crinkling at memories that weren’t real– not at the reaction he elicited, but by the memories fabricated on the spot. Dahl was as taken in by it as anyone, as the stranger, as Nae. Everyone believed it, and later Dahl asked Dyr for more information, to know more. Dyr blinked, laughed, shook his head. “Oh, no, that was bullshit,” he’d said, and Dahl had to sit down to process that.

And because Dahl is stupid, it changed nothing. He trusts Dyr still, though to his knowledge Dyr has never made him regret loving a better liar.

Once you’ve had certain types of people in your life, you’re supposed to know how to deal with them. You’re supposed to know not to trust them. But Dahl’s trust is everywhere and nowhere. Don’t trust the people you want to, only the people who’ve been vouched for. Only trust the people Dyrihm trusts. A better judge of character. A better, more complete person, with a better sense of who to trust. He wonders if liars can sense other liars, and know better than anyone to steer clear of them. He wonders if everyone is a liar, and if that word even means anything at this point.

Dyr’s not A Liar, he tells himself. Dyr’s just a person who knows how to lie better than anyone else he’s ever met. But he doesn’t lie for fun, for cruelty, for the things Langdon lied for. He lies easy, but careful.

“I don’t lie to you,” Dyr would surely say, and Dahl knows that. He knows that. Or he believes that– but that’s the thing. He always believes that. He’s always ready to believe that he’s the exception to the rule, despite knowing that that’s not how rules work.

He truly believes that Dyr is honest with him, which is unchanged by the knowledge that he truly believed the exact same thing of Langdon. And maybe he’s right this time– he certainly thinks he’s right this time– but how is anyone ever able to prove that subjective truth isn’t a lie? Especially when people lie to themselves as well. Dahl does it all the time– who’s to say Dyr doesn’t do it too?

At what point is it actually smarter to just admit you’re stupid and move on?

And is that the lesson he should take from this? Accept that Langdon was right, and he’s stupid, but take it one further and accept that it’s better to be stupid than to be like Langdon? Is that the lesson? Is there a lesson? Or is it all just bullshit. Is it all just cruelty, and he should be working to rid himself of the poison Langdon left in his mind, rather than simply accepting it as fact and slowly letting it kill him.

Langdon wanted Dahl’s ‘genius’– a term Dahl’s never been able to feel comfortable with or fully relate to himself, despite others using it to describe him. They don’t anymore, but they used to. Gifted, a prodigy, a genius, the smartest one in his class. His teachers hated him, apparently, because he was smarter than most of them.

Langdon wanted Dahl’s inventions, wanted to use his genius for his own gain, and everything about Dahl made it easy for him. When the other teachers were mostly stuffy high class elves, who resented his intellect and looked down their noses at his background, who treated him poorly and tried to make him “push his boundaries” in all the least helpful ways– it was easy for Langdon to be the nice one. It was easy to be the friendliest face.

Dahl wonders even now why he took it so far. He could have just been a mentor, a friend. He didn’t need to pretend to–

He didn’t need to.

Dahl was eager enough to please without the touching, without what he still can only call flirting. It was flirting, whether Langdon secretly hated doing it or not.

And he supposes maybe Langdon didn’t hate doing it; only hated the idea of going further with it. Only hated Dahl for enjoying it, for hoping it was real. Maybe manipulating him with touches and words and smiles had been as fun for him as it had been exciting for Dahl. Maybe that’s part of why he did it.

He can’t think on that for long before he starts to wonder if Langdon is somewhere in Dalaran right now, thinking of him, missing him even in some twisted, vile way.

He can’t think on that.

When he’d caught Langdon– not caught him selling Dahl’s work, but really truly caught him, months later. Caught him one evening speaking Thalassian with the other teachers, telling them how pathetic Dahl was, how strange, how stupid. That he was gullible and eager to please and desperate. “If I asked him to kneel for me, he’d open his mouth. Or maybe just skip it and spread his legs,” and “I just have to smile at the stupid fuck and he’ll do anything I want for a month.” And they were laughing. All of them, with the door wide open.

If they’d been speaking common, Dahl would never had known. He wonders now how many conversations about him he walked in on before that, and had no idea.

Dahl had confronted him then, only then, and to this day he has to think of it as their ‘falling out’, because it wasn’t a breakup, and it wasn’t an argument, and it wasn’t getting fired, or expelled. It was all of those, and none.

He’d confronted him, and Langdon hadn’t shown a shred of guilt, no remorse. Dahl grew up with Nae; he knows what that looks like on a person. Langdon didn’t think he’d done anything wrong, continued laughing right at Dahl’s face even when the other teachers had the grace to look embarrassed, nervous, upset.

Langdon showed none of those, instead turned nastier and meaner by the second, telling Dahl in detail how disgusting he’d found Dahl’s interest. It flowed out of him like he’d been holding it in, resisting for years the urge to lash out and strike Dahl to the core. It seemed a relief to finally say it all.

“–How can you be so smart and still so fucking stupid–”

Dahl had taken his things and left. Left the room, the school, Dalaran, Langdon. He hadn’t seen him since, nor heard from him.  

And the worst part–

Maybe it really is the worst part, that Dahl still doesn’t know what he’d do if Langdon showed up. Rey created a nightmare vision of Dahl’s own fears and anxieties for him to practice escaping from, and front and center was Langdon, disappointed in him. After all this time, that’s still so high on the list? Next to being in that house when it felt so empty after Dyr–? Next to his sister, bloody and dead or dying on the floor? Dahl hadn’t been able to move, to leave, to scream or rage against him.

He’d wanted to; wanted to hurt him, wanted to demand answers. But mostly he’d wanted to beg forgiveness, to cling and cry and apologize for leaving even if he’d been right to, even if Langdon was objectively in the wrong, and it’s been years, and it wasn’t even real.

The worst part is knowing that’s probably how he’d react, if Langdon showed up for real. Knowing he’d want to invite him in, want to ask if Langdon had missed him, hold himself at arm’s reach for fear of making the man uncomfortable as though such consideration had ever crossed Langdon’s mind. Knowing that while he wants Langdon to be dead, if he were present for the death, he might try to stop it.

Thadric asked him if he had fantasies of how Langdon would die, and Dahl had told the truth. “I imagine a world without him in it.” What a cheap way of not admitting that imagining Langdon’s last breath still makes his chest tighten.

Part of him wants to be the one to do it.

Part of him doesn’t want it to happen at all.

#My writing #zyandahl #dahl #langdon #I've been trying to write down some of his issues about Langdon since that might actually... #become a thing other people will be interacting with #so I wanted people who don't get a chance to IC interact with him about it #to be able to understand OOC what's up #discorpse

[mst3kproject]

Spider Baby, or the Maddest Story Ever Told

You will find this movie under many titles, including Cannibal Orgy and The Liver Eaters, but Spider Baby is probably the most appropriate for both the content and the tone.  You'll also find it dated to both 1964, when it was shot, and 1967, when it was released (after being auctioned off when the producer went backrupt shortly after the film was finished).  For our purposes, what matters is that it stars Lon Chaney Jr from The Indestructible Man and Sid Haig from Wizards of the Lost Kingdom II, and the cinematographer was Alfred Taylor, who did the same job on The Atomic Brain. The latter explains a lot.

The Merrye family suffers from an incurable genetic disease that causes progressive degeneration of the brain starting at around the age of ten or twelve.  Sufferers regress into a childlike state before finally being reduced to drooling, mindless cannibals! Despite this, the family seems to have been living quite happily in isolation, looked after by Bruno the chauffeur, until one day some cousins turn up looking for the family fortune.  Realizing they could be taken away and separated, the family tries to convince them to leave, then to scare them away – and finally decide they're just going to have to kill them.

Spider Baby has a reputation for being a cult classic, which puts it in the odd position of appearing on several lists of The Worst Movies Ever Made while also having a one hundred percent rating on Rotten Tomatoes!  I have to say, the movie is pretty bad, but at the same time, it's also mesmerizing. There are bits that I think you're supposed to laugh at, bits you're not supposed to laugh at but do anyway, bits that fail spectacular to be scary, and bits that are creepy as shit.

At a glance, Spider Baby comes across as an embryonic form of the 'crazy family in an isolated house' movie, a precursor to The Hills Have Eyes or The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. It probably is, but there's one important difference: while movies like that see the fucked-up world of the family through the eyes of an outsider, in Spider Baby the Merryes themselves are our point-of-view characters!  We meet them when a delivery man arrives at the house, only to be stabbed to death by a young woman who tells him that he's a bug caught in her spiderweb!  With the 'straight man' out of the way, we have to meet the family on their own terms.

The youngest is Elizabeth, a spiteful but mostly normal girl of indeterminate age (it's really hard to tell how old the 'children' are supposed to be, partly because they're supposed to be mentally regressed but also partly because we're all used to actors in their twenties and thirties playing teenagers – actress Beverly Washburn was twenty-four).  Middle child Virginia dotes on her two pet tarantulas, Barney and Winnifred, when she's not murdering the guests or kissing skeletons goodnight (Jill Banner was twenty-one).  The Eldest, Ralph, is a non-verbal sexual predator who enjoys raw meat (Sid Haig was twenty-eight).  Three more, who have degenerated into sub-human monsters, are kept locked up in the basement.

This menagerie of weirdos is cared for by Bruno, the family chauffeur, who swore an oath to their dying father that he would look after them for as long as is necessary.  Lon Chaney Jr. actually gives a really good performance in this role.  We can feel that he loves the children and really believes it's better to keep the family together at any cost, and is very much afraid of what might happen when Emily and Peter meet them.  When he and the family clean up and try to look a little more normal for their visitors, our sympathies are with them. We are right with them in resenting the intrusion, and anticipate the fates of Emily and the lawyer with thoroughly nasty glee.

Besides Lon Chaney Jr., the movie has one other really effective actor, Sid Haig.  If his performance doesn't make your skin crawl, especially when he's creeping down the wall to look through Emily's window, then you should probably see a dermatologist.  The movie amps up the creep factor in other ways, too – the music is pretty good, referencing The Itsy Bitsy Spider in a way that's both chilling and funny.  The unbelievably awkward dinner scene has no music at all, which makes for a sense of claustrophobia.  The house is decorated with taxidermied birds, which I found pretty creepy in themselves, although this may just be my personal dislike of taxidermy. Naturally, one of them turns out to be a real bird and scares the bejeezus out of the lawyer.  Too bad it's so obvious, which ruins the jump scare when the animal moves.

The movie's theme is fairly well-developed, too – it's about humanity's fear of our own inner monsters.  For as long as we have recognized that we are qualitatively unlike the rest of the animal kindom, we have worried about what might happen if whatever causes that difference were to cease to function.  Might we really all be just one head injury away from savagery?  The family members of different ages represent stages in the disintegration of an individual's humanity: first, like Elizabeth, they become mean. Then, like Virginia, they become murderers.  Third, like Ralph, they are torturers and rapists.  Finally, like the creatures in the cellar, they are cannibals.  One by one, all taboos are broken, and the thin verneer of humanity is stripped away to reveal the monster underneath.

The final taboo is incest, which we are told has occurred in the Merrye family and has made the syndrome worse.  It is notable, however, that there is no hint of it among the characters we actually meet – Ralph never tries to molest his sisters, and they show no fear of him doing so.  For all her love of knives, Virginia never tries to hurt Elizabeth or Ralph, either, and none of them ever tries to harm their surrogate father, Bruno.  Demented as they are, this little family is a loving one, and they save their violence for outsiders. This is a big part of why the three children remain endearing characters even as they commit unspeakable crimes.  Their familial love is the one nugget of humanity they have not yet lost.

Another fear that Spider Baby takes advantage of is the fear of what's in our genes.  This, too, is very old.  Long before we understood the basis of it, we knew that some diseases and conditions ran in families.  Hemophilia is a good example, as are things like ectrodactyly ('lobster syndrome'), and like Merrye Syndrome they become more pronounced in small gene pools – witness the prevelance of polydactyly (six fingers) among the Amish.  Until very recently it was impossible to tell if a baby had inherited the flawed genes until it was born, and pregnancy in such families was a roller-coaster of hope and terror.  Spider Baby takes it one step further, positing a syndrome that does not manifest until late childhood.  How much more stressful this must have been for the late Titus Merrye, having to wait until his children were ten or twelve before learning whether they'd inherited the condition that he was lucky enough to escape? No wonder he died young.

Worse still, such conditions can hide in a bloodline for multiple generations without ever manifesting, until somebody finally loses the genetic lottery.  This is addressed at the end of the movie, when we get Cousin Peter's happily-ever-after ending with his wife Anne and daughter Jessica – who is fascinated by spiders.  Is she showing early symptoms of Merrye Syndrome?  The movie certainly wants us to think she is, in which case Peter should not have taken it for granted that he wasn't a carrier.  None of us can.

What about the sufferers themselves?  With conditions like ectrodactyly, it is with a person from birth and he or she will learn to live with it, never knowing anything else.  Among the Merryes, however, a child would grow up seeing aunts and uncles who must be locked away, and perhaps watching older siblings decline, all while knowing that a similar fate may or may not be awaiting them – there's no way to tell until they reach the age of onset.

While Spider Baby gives us a lot to think about, it never really gels. Except for Lon Chaney Jr. and Sid Haig the actors are nothing to write home about, and there's plenty of cheese to go with the ham. The sets always look like sets, the prop knives look like prop knives, and for every honestly uncomfortable thing (like Peter enjoying his dinner of toadstools and roast cat) there's something that falls flat (the ear in the box is no more than an anticlimax). It's still a hell of a lot of fun to watch, though, mostly because of the perfect balance struck by never making the awful characters so awful that we don't like them in spite of it all.  It's full of scenes and lines I would have loved to see the Brains run with, and a great movie to show your friends and munch popcorn while you watch their reactions.

If you're interested, there is a real-world medical condition that is strongly reminiscent of the fictional Merrye Syndrome.  This is Fatal Familial Insomnia, a genetic disease in which a toxic protein, called a prion, slowly accumulates in the brain over the course of decades. Symptoms don't start to show until adulthood, but as the prions build up the sufferer experiences hallucinations, memory loss, convulsions, dementia, and a complete inability to sleep.  It runs in families, but you can also acquire it by random genetic mutation – and once it sets in, you have no more than two years to live.

Sweet dreams!

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[gorocult]

Victuuri Week Day 2: Travelling

Victuuri Week 2017: Day 2- Victor: Competition / Yuuri: Long distance, Reunion / AU: Historical, Time Travel

Title: Someone Teach Those Old Men Snapchat

Author(s): Ayainu

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings:some more senseless fluff, a bit of strong language, yurio being a tiger. to clear it up the relationship with Yuri Plisetsky is that of a son alright?

Summary: Victor won’t stop whining, Yuri is done with his shit and can’t wait for Yuuri to come back so that old man would just shut up.

It hasn’t really been that much of a long time- barely a month- but Victor was dying a little inside with every passing day.

Yuri, the angry sixteen year old tiger living with him, always wrote it off as one of his dramatics, and in all honesty a lot of it was, but he really did miss Yuuri.

“For fuck’s sake old man, the first friend I’ve ever made is also living away and he’s not coming back to live with me for life unlike you gross lovers. Do you see me complaining?” Yuri rolled his eyes at him.

“But Yurio…! I miss him. Plus you never agreed to teach me that snap chat thing you and Otabek are always on, I bet I wouldn’t miss Yuuri so much if he sent me selfies every day. Have you seen his Instagram, it’s all only pork cutlet bowls!” Victor whined like the man child he was.

“Ok first of all, if you call me that one more time I’m going to shove my knife shoes up your ass. Two, I’m not required to teach old men how to use technology. Nor am I obligated to listen to your whining.” Yuri went back to his room, but not before flipping him off and slamming the door behind him.

“Teenagers,” Victor grumbled. He heard a ringtone comforting enough to make him momentarily forget Yuri’s scary threats.

An incoming skype call and he swore to god if it was Chris again he was going consider using one of Yuri’s threats. It wasn’t though, Yuuri’s sweet face filled his computer screen and he sighed in both relief and anticipation.

“Yuuri!” He greeted as he picked up, a grainy picture of his face showing in the top corner of Yuuri’s bigger one.

“Hey Victor, how was your day?” The quality of the picture was awful, he really needed Yuri to teach him about that snapchat thing.

“I just got threatened by a sixteen year old with ‘knife shoes’..” Victor said, his tone kind of still awe filled and oddly appreciative.

“Did you call him Yurio again? Or did he find your Instagram fan account for his and Otabek’s relationship.” The grainy picture of Victor shushing at the screen didn’t seem to do it because he heard the door to Yuri’s room getting yanked open behind him and he jumped. He saw Yuuri on the screen put both his hands over his mouth.

“Victor…” Yuri growled like the tiger he was.

“Look, I can explain..” Victor started but Yuuri cut him off, trying to fix his mistake.

“Hi Yuri! It’s been a while.”

“I just talked to you yesterday, why are old men so dramatic!” He groaned.

“Well I missed you,” Yuuri pouted and Yuri rolled his eyes.

“Whatever katsudon,” Yuri dismissed Yuuri’s heartfelt confession but Victor, with a huge amount of amusement watched as Yuri’s eyes softened and a blush settled on his cheeks.

Ah, their little tiger was so cute.

“Hey Yuuri, when do you arrive so I can pick you up?” Victor asked, changing the subject albeit a bit reluctantly.

“Hm wait let me check.” Victor heard some keyboard clicking and the light of the screen reflecting on Yuuri’s glasses dimmed and brightened. “I should be there around seven in the morning your time. The luggage and passport check probably won’t take long.”

“Hey Katsudon, please hurry up. I don’t want to hear this old man whine any more.” Yuri sighed and Yuuri blushed.

“So you do miss me!”

“No, this is dumb, bye.” Yuri went back to his room before anyone can say anything. Victor just burst out laughing and Yurio joined him after a few moments.

They talk for a while until Yuuri had to go to finish up packing and stay with his family for a bit before he leaves.

Victor settled into a restless excited sleep that night, setting three different alarms before he put his head on the pillow. He wasn’t going to take any chances.

He woke up with the sun anyways, rendering all three alarms useless. He felt like a child on his birthday. After getting ready and making breakfast, he went to wake up Yuri. The grumpy kitten, normally scratching and hissing at him when he tried to wake him up, was pretty obedient and woke up instantly this time. He wasn’t the only one excited, he realized and smiled fondly.

They sat together and ate breakfast, both barely chewing. After they were done Yuuri put some piroshkis in a paper bag. When Victor stared at him and wiggled his eyebrows Yuri just growled and blushed muttering about how awful plane food was.

The car ride to the airport was relatively short. They didn’t live too close to the city center since their jobs required a lot of traveling. They had a bit of time to spare when they arrived at the appropriate terminal so Victor started bullying Yuri about Otabek as he helped braid his hair. Yuri had barely even brushed it and fancy hair Victor would not allow that.

“Flight number N25648 arriving from Fukuoka, Japan gates open at terminal A. Please proceed to the baggage claim.” Came the professional voice of the announcer. It was repeated once more in English.

Victor got to his feet faster than Yuri could say old man. Yuri trailed behind him, a slight distance away. He knew how embarrassing those two were and he was probably thinking of all the ways he can appear not to know them.

People flooded through the gate and it took quite a while before Victor spotted a familiar black head and blue frames. Yuuri jostled through the crowd when his eyes met Victor’s and Victor made effort to meet him halfway as well.

It was as if all sound had been muted save for his own beating heart and Yuuri’s soft breaths. They were still worlds apart and he wanted Yuuri in his arms, pressing against his body and leaving no space for even air. That’s why he didn’t halt, even when they came close enough to crash against each other. He lunged forward, gaze achingly desperate. His arms when around Yuuri and his fingers tangled in his soft, longer he noted, black hair as their bodies were crushed together.

“Yuuri..” he murmured over and over against Yuuri’s neck, inhaling deeply to take in the sweet scent he’d survived too long without.

Yuuri’s hands went to pet Victor’s head and he chuckled. “You didn’t knock me over this time around.”

“You’ll have to reward me for holding back,” Victor replied, just as equally cheeky.

“Of course,” Yuuri’s soft tinkling laughter reverberated against his hair and chest.

Victor pulled back long enough to stare at Yuuri’s face. “I like it,” he said as he moved to kiss the top of Yuuri’s head. “Keep it long.”

“Really?” Yuuri said, blushing self consciously as he played with a strand. “I thought I’d try out something new.”

“Well I might be biased but you look beautiful.” Victor leaned closer and their lips almost touched. “So beautiful I’m afraid that if I kiss you I won’t be able to stop.”

“Let’s hurry up home then,” Yuuri whispered, a coy smile tugging at his lips.

“Alright alright you two. Quickly, bags and let’s go home I’m tired.” Yuri complained with no heat in his voice.

Yuuri surged forward and enveloped Yuri in a warm embrace. “Ah, Yuri! I’ve missed you.”

“Idiot,” Yuri muttered blushing slightly then pushed him away. “Here.” He handed him the bag of piroshkis.

On the way back Yuri had two people to talk his ears off about his (still) nonexistent love life.

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