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livinlikebailey · 7 days

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Marauders as things my friend group has said

“Sometimes I forget how many dead people there are.” - Sirius @ Regulus during a family history lesson.

“ I’m gonna bite your toes while you’re sleeping,,, nibble, nibble, nibble” - a drunk Barty @ Evan who is ignoring him.

James: Drops phone on his face. James: claps friends theme song. James: picks phone back up like nothing happened.

“I’m a bi guy, a simple bi guy and I am 99% Lilly Evans and 1% Regulus Black.” - James Potter

“ Why do all the cute ones gotta be Deatheaters?” - Rita @ Bellatrix

“Iron chickens do not have iron testicals” - a very drunk Sirius @ an unfortunately sober Remus.

“I have decided that i am a snack it just no one is hungry” - Peter

Marlene: Climbs on train track bridge Dorcas: “Oh you are so fucking dumb, I look away for 2 seconds”

“No bite, no smile!” - Remus @ James who is trying to take a picture of him too close to the full moon.

“If i was there i’d slap her i don't care if she's 9” - Mary to lily after hearing about the shit her sister was doing to her. “James, I am a pussy.” - Peter to James about the forbidden forest.

“I would be James’ sugar bab- AHH!” - Lily about James to Mary.

“I have to go through all my saves and delete the videos of him because he turned out to be a pedophile… Hey! I had a chance with him” - Remus probably at some point.

“Was that CORPSE? Woop!” - Drunk Remus at a party.

Remus: “ughhhh” Sirius: “what?” Remus: “I hurt and I'm dying.” Sirius: “don't die, that's for kids”

Barty : sits up really quick "guys I just swallowed the nail, it's in my throat." Barty: proceeds to cough up the nail

Pandora: shows Regulus a picture she drew "this is cute" Regulus: "you're cute. wait that didn't go how I wanted it to.”

Barty: “RACCOON WORLDS DOMINATION”

Sirius: “Do I look like a freaking rat?” Regulus: ….. Sirius: “Don't answer that”

Effie: hears a song playing from james’ room “I used to listen to this song in grade school.” James: “Oh so it's really old then.”

Remus: "sips coffee stressfully"

Barty: "seductively eats toes"

Evan: "for your next random gift I'll get you a screwdriver Barty: "thanks I'm gonna kill myself with it"

Marlene: whining "mom James got me addicted to cocaine" wait I mean Crack cookies" - Marlene @ Effie

Nymphadora: tries to lick cat. Andromeda: "don't lick the kitty." Dora: proceeds to lick cat.

Barty: "school sh**tings" gives thumbs up

Sirius: shows Remus their high heels Remus: "okay whore" smacks hand over mouth "wait i- that wasn't supposed to come out" Sirius: laughs their ass off

James: yells across the store to mom “mom!" Random person at the checkout: looks at James "I am not mom."

“Effie’s a Milf” - Marlene

“I don't have nothing, other than a few std's” -Remus

“You can eat half a mermaid before you're a cannibal” - Pandora to Regulus

“Probably shouldn't be doing it but we’re definitely going to continue anyway” - Remus, Sirius, James and Peter in sync.

very confused Peter: “leprechauns don't play quidditch.”

Marlene: “like weewoo but not weewoo” exasperated and high off her ass

Sirius: “I like aids”

phone falls off bed Marlene in an Australian accent: "crikey my phone"

“I’m hooked up to so many wires i could connect to hbo on my heart monitor” - Lily on pain killers to James

"I don't think I can lick that, can I?" -Sirius playing goat simulator

watching cloudy with a chance of meatballs and it's at the part where the mayor destroys the machine and James says " I hope you see the error of your ways, you glutton!”

(talking about Cameron Monaghan) the murder child from my chemical romance - Sirius

"Fuckin’ Sirius"- Remus while asleep

Sirius "I've got middle fingers and i'm not afraid to use them" Regulus: "do it" Sirius "I’m a little afraid to use them"

Peter while asleep: groans and sits up fast James: "you okay?" Peter "not really." James: "What's wrong?" Peter: "I'm gonna have to use the loo to solve the thing."

Sirius: "So were you born in 2006, 2007?" Narcissa: "i was born in 2004" Regulus: "i don't mean this in a mean way but wow you are old"

Sirius: "I WANNA HOLD YOU" Remus "NO, LET ME MAKE COFFEE THEN YOU CAN"

Barty: "I'm gonna do a line off your dresser"

Barty: "i have a headache" pauses "and i have 2 more lines to do"

Mary: "I don't have to do acid I have the that back massager that messes with my balance receptor"

Barty: suddenly sits up Regulus: “are you okay” Barty: “i don't know, i'm just gonna go to sleep and try to see what's going on”

Barty: "Why not use a shotgun, it's easier, this is america." (was not in america)

"stop licking the oreos" - Reg @ Barty

"Do i really have to tell you not to mate with the cat"- McGonagall @ the marauders

Remus: “I can feel the brain damage,, and i've got another line”

“MY TRAUMA CAN'T HANDLE THIS!”- Sirius

“Ball licky licky titty croissant” - James trying to learn french from Regulus

“Ooo yay i love being kidnapped!”- Barty probably at some point

“The 3 c's cook, clean, cocktails”- Remus “The 3 b's bake broil blowjobs”- Sirius

“LET ME UPLOAD MY PORN DAMNIT” - Marlene probably

"Dorcas you should be my sugar mommy" - Pandora

"An air whore" Remus

"My skyrim character is Schizophrenic" - James

"I wanna blow up pumpkins, and People!!!!" -Bellatrix

"I can taste it in my eyeballs" - James

"you can't take terrorists to the airport"-Peter

"I'm really bad at swallowing" - Sirius

“you can't fuck a duck, you'd have to seduce it” - Evan

"Hey your boobs are crooked"- Marlene

"i’m sorry, i accused you of taking my grandpa" -Sirius

"im a gay virgin"-Regulus

"duck now motherfucker" Sirius @ James

"i wanna become a rug or everyone does a line of my ashes when i die" - Remus

"you can't be funny while I'm smoking" -Remus @ First year after he walked out the door

"I'm leaving, i don't care that much about being drug free" - Barty

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slut4tangerine · 2 years

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hi love!! i really love your works!! i have a little idea for ur dad!drew starkey series. amelia really loves rudy or austin but she never sees them in real life. then drew and reader take her to obx gathering. when she see rudy or austin she will squeal. like this video https://www.instagram.com/reel/CiV1SnjB_4S/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

Flustered

— pairing: bf!Drew x Reader x Amelia | plus OBX cast

— type: fluff

— summary: A reunion between you and the OBX cast leads to some hilarious moments involving Amelia

— a/n: that video is absolutely adorable

— warnings: none

After you and Drew got back together, you decided to let him move in with you and Amelia. Having him home was a huge plus for both you and Amelia.

Not only did you miss him, but you also missed your friends, which happened to be his co-stars. Apparently everyone had gotten some time off since filming had just wrapped, so Drew planned a gathering so you could see everyone again.

Amelia hadn’t seen the cast in a long time since they were all away filming with Drew. You would show her pictures of everyone and she would start giggling whenever she saw Rudy. You didn’t think much of it though.

The night of the get-together was finally here and you dressed Amelia in this.

You grabbed your bag as well as Amelia’s bag in case she needed something while Drew carried her to the car and put her in her car seat.

The drive to the restaurant was surprisingly short. You all got out of the car and walked inside. Everyone else was there waiting.

You said hi to everyone and gave them all hugs. Amelia was confused as to who these people were but she went along with it.

You were all taken to your table and Rudy sat down next to Amelia’s high chair. She wasn’t necessarily paying attention to him, but when she felt a poke to her arm, she turned to look at him.

She quickly realized who it was and squealed as she turned back around. Everyone’s eyes were now on Amelia.

“Does she need something?” Chase asked you before you shook your head. You reached into her bag and brought out her iPad to keep her entertained.

Conversation amongst all the adults at the table ensued while Amelia watched Peppa Pig. The food was brought out and Amelia started munching on her chicken nuggets while everyone ate.

Madelyn finished eating first so she moved over to where Amelia was sitting and started playing with her. She looked around the table as Madelyn spoke her her and her eyes found Rudy eating his spaghetti.

She squealed again as she turned away from him. Drew looked around to see what she was giggling at, but he couldn’t figure it out.

“Mads, what is she laughing at?” Drew asked her.

“I don’t know. She started looking around and then just started laughing for some reason” Madelyn shrugged her shoulders as she resumed playing with the child.

Once everyone finished, they all sat at the empty table just having conversation to catch up on all the time missed together.

Madelyn and JD were now playing with Amelia and she was having so much fun. Rudy joined the group and she immediately looked away from him while giggling and covering her face.

“Oh my god” Madelyn gasped

“It’s Rudy” JD said as Drew was visibly confused.

“She’s got a crush on Rudy” You explained as Drew’s mouth turned to an ‘o’ shape. Drew walked over to Amelia’s chair, picked her up and sat her on his lap.

“Princess, look at Uncle Rudy” She didn’t know everyone’s names but since Drew pointed at whoever he wanted her to look at, she turned her head and started squealing once again at the sight of Rudy.

She hid her head in Drew’s chest and it was absolutely adorable. Rudy kept messing with her and she just kept giggling like a maniac.

She was absolutely flustered because of her uncle Rudy Pankow.

i’m so sorry i didn’t know how to end this one😭

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blueberrypancakesworld · 7 months

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Could we possibly get more Faust (lords of chaos) with a Goth GF, there is no where near enough fics of him let alone any of him with a goth gf.

Faust - Gothic girlfriend Part.2

warning : fluff

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Info : You are totally right dear anon having a goth gf is something that needs to be done more. So here you go and have fun reading everyone else too.

Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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°A few months had passed since Faust had met his gothic girlfriend. Moante in dennen die verbindung de rbeiden only more grew and strengthened.

°For every time he saw her in the moonlight, elegantly pulling on her cigarette in the corner or just giving him a particularly elegant pretty look, he felt his heart beat faster. He reached for a small card and wrote a poem.

°A poem that expressed his admiration and love for her every time. He felt like a little boy when he handed it to her. How her eyes showed knowledge and love, the little smile on her black lips when she kissed the card and pulled him to her.

°,,My sweet bat" she called him most of the time when she put her hand around his arm and they walked around together like an old married couple. He was her guard and protected her from everything. But she needed no protection. Not since he knew that she had a knife in her pencil.

°The blade was wide and extra on Samahein or Hallowween on the thirty-first of October she made a ritual for the band. Sacrificed a chicken that the boys had stolen for her. As she saw in the circle of chalk, the flames of the candles flickered and the chicken disappeared when the candles lit again.

°,,My girlfriend the witch!" the brown-haired man had announced and pulled her into his arms while the rest cheered her on. But their ritual was effective, any danger for the band was averted and the love of the two seemed to grow even more.

°At the latest, they found a small apartment together near Faust's mother, who surprisingly liked his girlfriend. The older woman and the younger one both found pleasure not only in smoking but also in card reading. A friendship that quickly made his witch a member of the family.

°,,Honey, bring your Addams family with you," Faust's mother had once joked, and he saw the smirk on his friend's face. Which told him that she also felt comfortable, which was important to him. He himself knew what it was like to be excluded before he met the black coven.

°But then the day came, the day that put them both to the test. Faust and his friend became parents. Parents of two little black cats. Adam and Eve. Two cats that they had rescued from the shelter. They looked at their parents with their green eyes.

°Of course, this had to be celebrated with a housewarming party in the apartment and the black coven was also there. The interior of the two was dark fist plates hung on the walls and he had brought his room into the apartment.

°His girlfriend had brought her own things. Statues, pentagrams and a considerably large figure of Satan that served as a cat tree.

°It was an apartment that the two of them filled with dark love and made it a dark kingdom. It was perfect for both of them. As well as the cats that got all the attention of their parents. But they also supported their mother and father in painting.

°The witch took up the painting with oil trying to capture her dark world in her mind and Faust took the black charcoal and drew and painted his victims. His fantasies he had and together they spent so many afternoons.

°Until the day she was born. Her birthday was coming up and the gift he gave her could not have made her happier. ,,So you can try it out," he said, revealing to her the black sag he had built himself.

°It can be said that after all the guests had left, the coffin was tested in more than one way, but that passed in the dark night between Faust and his girlfriend.

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freesia-writes · 9 months

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*dj khaled voice* another one

Okay but 5 with Echo would be so cute because he is rarely depicted as flirty. I personally don’t believe you can grow up with Fives (and be part of the 501st) without developing some kind of … playfulness lol

- Dang 💛🤟

ALRIGHT it's been long enough on these! Thanks so much for the patience, and thanks so much for the multiple asks! ;) I chose this one, because if I write Crosshair again (especially with that line) I'm gonna be lost in another multi-chapter obsession with that damn magnet. ;) So you can read Sharp Edges or my recent four-part fic over on @spicy-clones if you want some Crosshair action. ;) They're both NSFW though. <3 And I can't deal with Eriadu Tech just yet. It still hurts, somehow?! Soooooo I hope this is satisfying! :D

TCW Echo x GN!Reader. At 79s. As usual. ;) 1.7k words - SFW

“Are you ever gonna join me to dance?” you asked, waggling your eyebrows at the ARC trooper that you’d been toying with for weeks.

“Not on your life,” he answered, and the goateed clone next to him rolled his eyes with dramatic exaggeration.

“I’ll dance with you, pretty little thing,” said Fives, poking his head over Echo’s shoulder.

“Been there, done that,” you poked, and he laughed, shaking his head. You had indeed been there, but it was harmless dancing with him and Jesse, along with a handful of your friends. Echo always sat it out though, preferring to exchange verbal jabs and suggestive comments.

It was an odd dynamic you’d fallen into -- what started out as playful flirtation seemed to stall there, with neither of you appearing to want to take it further. Both of you felt fully convinced that it was just a game, a lighthearted way to have fun and try to ruffle the other’s feathers. There had been a few incidents where you pushed the boundaries, trying to feel him out, but he played along, and the constant mood of humor overshadowed the entire thing to the point where you’d feel like a fool to admit you had feelings for him.

But you did.

Damnit.

He was so wildly intelligent, and beneath his sharp sarcasm and witty retorts you’d caught glimpses of not only incredible depth of thought and complexity of interests, but a kindness and integrity that drew you in. Plus, his elite soldier status was pretty darn sexy in and of itself, and you found yourself wondering what else he might be good at.

But apparently you would never find out, as the two of you were stalled in this flirty game of chicken. So you finally decided to let it go, settling for quips and playful touches while the two of you enjoyed your separate lives, crossing frequently as you enjoyed nights at 79s.

“Come on, Echo,” you crooned, gracing his cheek with the backs of your fingers for a moment and relishing the flash of surprise across his face. “Let’s see those fancy ARC moves. Or are you gonna let Fives keep showing you up?”

He turned on his stool to face you, leaning on the bar counter with an elbow. “You can keep playing with Fives because I don’t think you could handle this,” he retorted, and you laughed in delight. Fives smacked the back of his head lightly, muttering some fond insults, and took your hand, dragging you out to the dance floor. The two of you bopped along to the music, and when it changed to something a little more sultry, you allowed him to come up behind you, placing his hands on your waist and moving against you with a little more intention. Your eyes were on Echo, though, who had pointedly engaged in a conversation with Dogma, and they both looked as though they’d rather be doing literally anything else.

“Are you ever going to cut the playful crap and be real with him?” Fives asked against your ear, pulling you closer against his front as he moved. You were slightly distracted, because the way he gyrated his hips and pulled you along was surprisingly sensual, but when his words sank in fully, your mouth dropped in surprise.

“What do you mean?” you asked, turning your head so he could hear you.

“Come on,” he said sarcastically. “It’s obvious you two have the hots for each other.”

“I thought so at first, but it’s just playful fun,” you answered.

“Hm. I don’t think he sees it that way.”

The night continued with uneventful relaxation -- conversations with a variety of troopers, drinks in a booth with your friends, and the occasional wink flashed at Echo, who would make kissy faces in your direction before turning back to his group. It sent a tingle through your chest though, wondering if perhaps there was a real potential there. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about what it would be like to sit in his lap and mess up that neat military haircut…

But it was not to be.

You didn’t see him for almost two weeks, and part of you wondered if you’d scared him off, or if he had gotten tired of your little game. You tried to push it from your mind, but it simmered. One night, you’d almost succeeded in forgetting about it all, when a few battalions were on shore leave and 79s was particularly packed. You’d been having a great time, laughing with your friends and receiving drinks and compliments from more troopers than you’d ever had.

One in particular was lingering close to you, engaging in conversation with the whole group but making a point to touch your arm, your shoulder, your waist as much as possible without being a gropey pervert. You didn’t really mind, either -- he was asking all kinds of questions about your life and your interests, carrying the conversation effortlessly and peppering it with wit and flattery. He wasn’t quite your type, appearance-wise at least… he did have the standard military crew cut but had accessorized it with a horseshoe mustache that lay heavy across his lip and down the sides of his mouth, all the way to his chin. You’d never been much of a facial hair sort of person, but right now his effervescent personality was making up for it.

As the night went on, the crowd grew more raucous, and it became almost impossible to hear anyone well and even less possible to move around freely. You made a joke, but it was drowned out by a sudden cacophony of howls from a squad in the corner, clad in white and gray armor. The Wolf pack, no doubt. It was answered by an obnoxious symphony of cat calls (and a couple fart noises) from another booth, where you caught sight of the boys in blue, feeling your heart skip a beat as you saw Echo wedged in the middle of a very boisterous Jesse and a more subdued Tup.

Of course fate would have it that he would catch you staring at him just then.

You turned quickly back to Boil, who was tracing light circles on your forearm, tilting his head to fix you with an admiring smile. You couldn’t help but smile in response, and when he asked you to dance, you figured what the hell. He took your arm in his in a disproportionately gentlemanly move and pressed through the crowd to the edge of the dance floor. WHY did you have to be so close to Echo, who was determinedly avoiding your gaze now?

You felt wildly self-conscious about your dancing all of a sudden, trying to lose yourself in the music and the feeling of Boil’s strong arms around you, but your eyes were magnetized to the 501st booth and it took all your effort to keep flicking them away. You eventually just ended up closing them, mind swirling with too many thoughts to track, until a loud voice broke through the noise.

“Oy! Cody wants you upstairs!”

Your eyes flew open to see Echo standing in front of you, being jostled in all directions by the dancing crowd around him. Boil gave a lighthearted shrug, coming around your side, and leaned in to whisper in your ear where you could find him, but all your focus was on Echo, whose face contorted briefly as the trooper’s lips brushed your cheek. With a quick salute, Boil disappeared, leaving you standing there in front of Echo, staring with a hopelessly dumbfounded look on your face.

He moved closer, stepping into your personal space, and the determined look in his eyes paired with the sheer force of his presence and attention had waves of tingles coursing through you. When he placed a hand firmly on your waist, bringing you even nearer, and began to rock to the music, you were about ready to faint. He was barely dancing, if it could even be called that, but you had no complaints, laying your arms across his broad, armored shoulders and clasping them behind his neck. His other hand found your hip, and you looked at him with a wide-eyed, questioning gaze. The smolder in his face was unlike anything you’d ever seen before, and when he lifted a hand to your cheek, you stopped moving completely, absolutely lost in his possessive energy.

“Echo, listen…” you began, but he was slowly leaning in, eyes watching you like a hawk to detect any trace of rejection as his lips drew closer to yours.

There was no trace.

With fireworks exploding behind your eyelids, you closed your eyes and met him halfway, pressing your mouth to his in the most fulfilling, satisfying, electrifying kiss you could have imagined. His hand slid around your waist to your back, pulling you flush against him, and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Your knees buckled, quite literally, tearing you from him as you dropped a few inches before he caught you with a strong arm and a smile on his face. You stumbled back, regaining your footing with an embarrassed laugh as you looked at him with delighted surprise.

“What was that?!” you yelled over the music, but he took your hand and headed for the front door, jostling through the crowd. You stepped out into the chill night air, ears echoing in the relative silence compared to the cacophony inside, and he led you around the corner, releasing your hand to lean against the wall with a satisfied grin.

“I was tired of your games,” he said, buoyed by the exhilaration of the undeniable affection radiating from your face.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” you admitted, stepping closer to lean against him again and idly trace your fingers along the handprint on his armor.

“Well now that we’re past all the nonsense…” he murmured, eyes twinkling as he tipped your chin with a gentle finger, “What else have you wanted to do for a long time?”

Your response was cut off by his kiss.

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changenbirthenstein · 8 months

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Pranks

(Content Warning: Transformation, Birth, Egg Laying)

“Stop being such a wimp, it’s a harmless prank!”

My friends stood across from me, smirking. This was something we’d been planning for months, and yet now it seemed… wrong, dangerous in a way I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Oh sure, it has been easy, fun to talk about. All a big joke, but in my head I could still tell myself it was all just a big game. I could reassure myself, think it was just a thought exercise, nothing anyone else really wanted to follow through with.

Now though… we were really in front of her farm. The one people talked about in whispers, the one ran by the old ugly woman that was only seen in town around the fall seasons. She never hired any help, never came to the farmer’s markets, never seemed to socialize. All the old farmer would do is glare at everyone she hobbled past, jabbing them with her walking stick when they got in her way, paying for various supplies with money nobody knew how she got.

Of course such strange, hostile behavior would lead to rumors. It didn’t help that nobody had ever seen her working her fields, and yet always had incredible yields come harvest. With becoming a local myth comes a certain degree of people like us wanting to poke the tiger, to discover the truth, certain we’d be ok, find something nobody else had.

The plan was simple. Sneak onto the property, make our way to her barn. Throw some paint over some of her animals as a “costume” for halloween and then get out. And if we looked around for some clues as to how she was managing the farm all on her own, what was the harm of that? And really, what could she do? The cops wouldn’t do much even if she called them, and its not like she would shoot us.

Terra rolled her eyes and walked toward the low fence marking the boundary of the old woman’s farm. “Seriously, you all are so lame sometimes, I don’t get why I hang out with you.” With that, the blonde girl hopped over the barrier with little effort, turning and holding her arms out to show that she was alright. “See? I didn’t evaporate or explode or something. Now come on, lets get this over with.”

Eve was the next one over, a little less gracefully but still without any injury. “Come on, Becca! We don’t have all night, the longer we take the more likely we’ll get caught!” I couldn’t deny the logic of that. Pushing my glasses up my nose, I exhaled slowly, and then hoisted myself over the fence to join my friends. This was it. I was really doing my first real prank. There was no going back.

We crept as quietly as possible with our bag full of paint, wincing at the occasional dull clunk, until we were just outside of the large barn. Quickly, Eve moved to the door and heaved it open enough for us to slip through. She’d always been the biggest of us, sort of the brawn of our trio to my brains and Terra’s beauty. She grinned excitedly as we all entered, and she pulled the door shut behind us.

The bags landed on the ground with a clunk, and Terra clapped with delight. “I can’t believe we’re really doing this!” she whispered, before grabbing a can and carrying it toward some of the sad-looking livestock. One of the cows forlornly moo’d at her, blinking slowly as she approached. “God, look at them. So bloated and gross. Only good for pushing out babies and making milk. Could you imagine having to live as one of them?”

I forced a chuckle, trying not to seem as nervous as I was as I began to look around. “Personally, I think chickens are worse.” I said, only half paying attention as I saw a stall that didn’t have any animals in it and went to investigate. It was right by the front, it’s odd that she’d just keep it completely empty. Maybe supplies? “All they do is lay eggs. Even if it’s not as painful as, like, birth, I can’t imagine how awful it would be. And their cloacas are so gross.”

I drew closer, pulled the stall door open. There was a desk littered with papers, words and pictures jumbled all over. “Pigs.” Terra smirked, grabbing a can of her own. “Nasty, smelly, stupid little hooves. Not strong, not fast, not good looking. The worst of every world, seriously. The only way Pigs aren’t average are all the ways they suck extra hard.”

This was weird. Most of this stuff wasn’t in english, in fact it seemed to be a lot of runes and such. This didn’t make any sense. There was a splash and a distressed bellow from a cow, followed by another gush of liquid and upset squealing from the porcine victims. The paint can for me was left unused as I continued to try to understand what I was looking at. Circles and pentagrams, ingredient lists, strange steps to lengthy rituals. Things labeled “Grant Fertility” and “Animate Plant”. Hand signs, chants…

I stepped back, eyes darting around, my spine tingling with sudden fear. “Uh… girls? I think… something is wrong here.” I turned, walked out of the stall, turning toward my friends. “This isn’t normal. All this stuff… it’s like she’s some kind of sorceress, or enchantress, or…”

“Witch, actually, is what I prefer. Thank you very much.”

I spun around as my friends jumped. There, in front of the door, it hadn’t even moved. She was hunched over, elderly, grinning wide. She made a hand sign, whispered a phrase in a language I didn’t understand, and then… darkness.

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Everything felt wrong.

My skin was tingling as my eyes slowly opened. I whimpered at the discomfort as I rolled over, finding myself in a large bare patch of the field, nothing but dirt under me. Well… dirt and symbols, coating the ground in a strange dark substance around me. They ended at a wide circle, surrounding me but giving me room to be laid on the ground without touching the edges. To either side of me, making their own pained moans of waking, were Terra and Eve, contained in their own strange circles.

I opened my mouth to answer, but all that came out was a moan as I held my middle. Something was happening, a pressure building inside me. I whimpered, panting, my body feeling overheated as, under my palm, I felt my pubic mound growing firm. Starting to round ever so subtly, barely pressing out before it went away.

Judging from the confused sounds and whimpers of discomfort from nearby, my friends had just gone through similar growth spurts of their own. This didn’t make any sense… my mind was putting pieces together but I refused them, wouldn’t let myself accept what I’d just felt.

“Ah, you’ve woken up. Good, good. I always enjoy it when they’re awake for the good bits.” The tone was filled with malicious mirth, the voice creaky and cold. Looking up, I saw her. The… the witch. God, this was real, wasn’t it? She really was a witch. Could she have done something to us?

“I noticed you seem to have been curious about my livestock. My spells were all shuffled around, thought I wouldn’t notice, did you? I won’t bother asking who you are or who sent you. I’m sure you’ll deny it, lying and insisting you don’t know what I’m talking about. ‘We’re just from the town, we were just exploring, please let us go home!’ Oh yes, I’ve heard it all before. And that suits me just fine, if I’m being honest. You see, I can show you everything you could want to know!”

I opened my mouth to protest, to tell her she had it all wrong. Instead, I grunted, gasping as sweat beaded on my forehead. Once more, the skin of my palm pulled away from the center, and I whimpered as my middle started to push forward, slowly, subtly, once more. “What’s happening to me?!” Terra begged, voice watery with panic.

The witch cackled, eyes gleaming in delight. “Oh darling, you’re to be congratulated! You see, you’re expecting, all three of you! Buns in the oven, such a magical experience!” Eve grunted, gritting her teeth, before saying “I can’t be pregnant. Never had sex. Oh god!” Her rebuttal was stopped by another growth spurt from inside, my own burden seeming to react. My skirt was too tight, digging into my expanding midriff, the pressure of unwanted life developing rapidly within only getting worse.

“We can’t be pregnant… I can’t have a baby!” Terra sobbed, panic taking hold. It was impossible, yet… my chest was aching. My hips were sore. I definitely FELT pregnant. I could only assume, as I looked down at the belly slowly peeking out from under my shirt, and seeing how far along my friends were, that I looked pretty pregnant too. “You really can, dear.” the crone smirked, delighting in our distress. “Just a bit of magic to help your body along, and these little ones took root just fine. You’ll be in labor within the hour, if even that. Can you believe it, girls? You’re going to give birth soon. Oh, I wonder how you’ll scream and cry, especially considering the little surprise that’s going to come with it…”

Heat coursed through me. The growth came in surges. All I could do was try to endure, painting and whimpering in discomfort as I rapidly gestated a child I was nowhere mentally prepared for. I was going to have a baby… Did this make me a mom? Did this count as rape? Nothing made sense. This couldn’t be real, it couldn’t.

My friends endured their own conditions much less quietly than me. Terra was melting down, trying to burst out of her circle, only to find an invisible barrier there. She slammed her fists against it, begging to be let out, even as she hunched forward, groaning as another spurt took her, the moans seeming to slowly get lower, deeper. Eve, meanwhile, kept grunting, the sudden surges of gestation apparently painful for her as they got more guttural and rippling. She just knelt, watching her belly swell in helpless horror. She’d told me years ago that she had been terrified at the idea that someone could just… make her pregnant, if they wanted to, if she was unlucky. Now that nightmare was coming true.

I, meanwhile, watched my little bump continue to grow into a fertile swell. Strechmarks began to form near the back, my navel was nudged into an outie. The others whimpered and gasped, talking about sudden kicks from inside, but I didn’t feel anything. Just ever more pressure. Maybe it was because my belly seemed to be growing slower than the other two? Poor Terra seemed huge, barely able to move as her feccund orb just wouldn’t stop growing, and Eve was noticeably larger than me as well.

“Wonderful. It’s almost time. You are quite the lovely group of mother-to-be’s. You should be proud of yourselves, you’re about to have your very first babies. Isn’t that wonderful?” The witch couldn’t hide the cruel glee in her voice, seeing how her words only upset us further. It’s not like we could do anything about it. We were trapped, as much by our own unwanted fertility as her magic. This was happening, and there was nothing we could do to stop it.

Another surge took me, different than the others. My eyes went wide as my womb squeezed, contracting. The pressure spiked horribly, and then released. To my shame, fluid ran out of me, soaking my panties. My first contraction… my waters… I knew what that meant. It was time. I was going to give birth for this horrid woman, no matter how much I hated it.

“Oh God no, no no, I can’t, I can’t do this!” Terra cried, the crotch of her jeans dark and a damp patch of dirt under her. “Please no… I don’t want a baby, please don’t make me have a baby!” Eve in turn whispered, the terror of her impotence, the delivery inevitable washing over her. I wanted to comfort her. To tell her it was going to be ok.

The contraction took me as I opened my mouth to speak, and all that came out was a cry of agony, the need to push slamming through my mind, washing almost everything else away. Just the need to bear down, and… the feeling of wrongness on my skin. No… not on it. In it. And as I parted my legs, leaning back on my hands, feet curled under me as I bore down… I felt something else coming out. Something that was even worse than this burden I’d been forced to carry.

I could feel that this labor, my giving in and pushing, was giving it power. Making it even worse. But I couldn’t resist, couldn’t stop. Whatever this twisted essence was doing to me, it was just as inevitable now as me giving birth for the witch. “Hmmm, here it comes… oh, I wonder who will realize first…” The cruel magician smirked, delighting in our pain and violation.

Something slipped down. Moving inside me. Firm, smaller than I feared, but larger than I could believe. I gave in, pushing with the pain. I was in labor, and every fiber of my being just needed whatever life I had been growing inside me to get out, as fast as possible. Yet, as I pushed… Something else came. My fingers hurt, throbbing, burning, along with my toes. I fell forward, onto my hands and knees.

Tears blurred my vision, but I still saw it. As I pushed, my fingers twitched of their own accord. Pushing together. Pressing into one another unnaturally hard the more I felt whatever was inside me inching down, toward my damp opening. Then, before my eyes… on my right hand. My middle and index fingers. They just… melded. It hurt so much. The flesh searing, feeling like my hand was melting. The skin glistened with sweat, and yet it was impossible to unsee. There were four fingers on my right hand now.

Another contraction came. I screamed with effort, shaking my head in denial, panic rising in my throat as those four fingers painfully became three. MY feet burned, throbbed inside their shoes and socks, and I could feel the bubbling, popping agony of my left foot losing a toe to whatever was happening to me.

“My nails! God it hurts!” Terra moaned from next to me. Looking over, I saw something similar, but different was happening to her. Her fingernails had turned a deep black, and seemed to have thickened. Even as I watched, another contraction came, and as she pushed it seemed that the dark mass almost seemed to be… expanding. Pushing back into her fingers, further than normal.

Eve let out a squeal of horror. “My back! It’s so bad! Make it stop!” I turned, and saw the poor girl’s jeans starting to bulge. Something else was coming, the strain was too high to be her vagina, the magically created baby starting to crown against her will. No, this was somehow more distressing, something impossible. “It’s pushing! This can’t be happening!”

I felt the need to give birth crash over me once more, resisting it for even a second impossible. I pushed, giving my all to getting this thing out of me, and to my horror my right hand screamed in pain as the rest of my fingers melded, nails clacking to the ground, a formless lump of flesh on the end of my arm. My left foot throbbed, my ankle screaming as it felt like the bone had somehow broken, pressing at the skin from inside, threatening to tear out.

There were mere moments to catch my breath, and then I lost myself to the pain and urgency once more. I watched my mutated hand widen, flatten… my elbow starting to ache… the skin itching, burning, until… Something sprouted. Tiny little wisps pushed out of the skin, growing and unfurling into…

“Feathers!” the witch crowed in delight. “Oh my, can you put together the pieces now? You seem like the smartest of the bunch!” I shook my head, not because I couldn’t figure it out. It was all too obvious. No, I shook my head in denial of the horrifying reality. Not wanting to believe this. Not wanting this to be my inescapable fate. I felt a scream bubbling up my throat. It was so big, so much… I couldn’t hold it back, even though I felt like I had to.

The next squeezing cramp it. I threw my head back, pushed with all my might as I felt my vagina bulge, pressing into my soaking wet panties, my firstborn just behind my lips. I had to let it out. I had to let it happen. I opened my mouth to scream.

“Buh-GAWK!”

A shudder ran through my body. That sound… I had just broken some kind of seal. Given into something I had needed to fight. I had just made this inescapable, I could feel it. There was nothing I could do now, and deep down I knew it was my fault.

By leting that bestial sound free, I knew I had made it so I would live the rest of my life as a chicken.

There would be no cure now. No fixing it. No going back. Ever. It was coming out of me, taking over my body, my life, and I would be trapped forever. I let out a choked sob, feeling what I now knew, beyond any doubt, to be an egg, a chicken egg, pressing into my underwear. The first of many.

My vagina burned as I began to crown. Feathers ran down my transformed arm, pushing painfully out of the skin, my bones cracking painfully as they hollowed, began to bend and twist into new shapes. Becoming a wing. A chicken’s wing.

Terra screamed. She held her hands in front of her face, horrified. Her nails. They had grown more, overcoming her fingertips, eating back into her hands. Her fingers had seemingly begun fusing together, and I could hear the crunches and pops of her bones beaking, being crushed and absorbed by this mass.

“No…” the blonde girl panted, placing her hands on the ground. “Noooo…” she groaned, seemingly bearing down with her next contractions. “N-n-noooooo, please…” she managed, as her feet bust out of her shoes, a mangled dark mass of her former toes being warped into their new, permanent shape. “M… M… MOOOOOO!!!”

I saw the soon-to-be cow’s eyes go wide. She knew now, just as I did. That she was about to give birth to an ugly calf. That her body was about to agonizingly mutate into a cow. That she would never escape this life. The one she had mocked before, said sounded like the worst possible thing.

Likewise, grunting and squealing came from Eve. Her curly tail ripped through her pants. Her hands crunched and snapped as they turned into delicate trotters. Her voice began to change as, slowly, her nose began to curl up, nostrils widening, skull starting to elongate.

My own shoes began to bulge, and on the next contraction, they split. A blood-covered toe extended from my mangled ankle, while only three remained on the front. I couldn’t stop pushing, but to my relief, the first egg slipped out of me, bulging into my panties. I felt it slide down, over my sensitive vagina, nudging my clit as I shuddered. I’d just laid an egg. This was my baby. I felt so wrong, so violated, even as my other hand began to meld together.

Another animalistic bellow from Terra drew my attention, and with a smirk the witch twitched a finger, the poor girl’s shirt tearing away. Her breasts were exposed, and it was easy to see they were sinking lower as another pair began to bulge into existence just above her waistband. “That’s right… You’re growing an udder… and a tail… You’re going to be an ugly cow. I do so love ruining the pretty ones…” the vile farmer grinned, loving the misery she’d caused.

The new breasts fused with the old ones as they reached her groin, engorging into a grotesque pink sack, bulging with milk. “Good girls… mmm,none of you need these silly things, do you?” With a wave of her hand, the witch banished our clothing, leaving our warped, twisting bodies utterly vulnerable. “Just let the changes take you… push out your babies so you can join the others in the barn, I’m sure they’ll be happy to see you…”

I wanted to curse her. I wanted to tell her to go to hell. Instead, another shrill “BAWWWK!” escaped as I threw my head back once more, feeling, to my horror, as my girlhood began to move. It pulled back, further and further, directly between my legs, then further still. It burned, throbbed, as I felt it beginning to merge with my rear. The muscle and skin searing as the two openings became one humiliating, disgusting hole.

I could barely pay attention to the others, as my next egg slid out of me and plopped softly onto the ground, my legs starting to turn scaly and crunch their way up into my abdomen. I saw Terra’s increasingly thick, leathery vagina bulging, little hooves starting to peek out from inside her. I saw Eve’s face extend into the snout of a pig, her ears growing floppy even as mine vanished into my skull.

My eyes became small and beady as Terra’s became large and sad. My teeth itched, and I screamed in horror as they fused, a beak bulging out from the inside of my mouth as my nose fused into the rest of my face, glasses falling into the first alongside the eggs that had been sliding out of my foul, sore opening. One piglet slid from inside my porcine friend, tears running down her face as it nuzzled up to her and latched even as its unwanted sibling began to crown.

With a desperate bellow, the now fully cow felt her first calf slide unceremoniously out of her and onto the ground, head hanging low in shame as it came and suckled at her humiliating udder. The others were done as I shrank, my fleshy comb bubbling up from the feathers… I couldn’t stop, the eggs just kept coming. I couldn’t stop pushing, delivering, each one hurting just as much as the first.

This was going to be my life now. All our lives.

#transformation #tf #egg laying #girl to cow #girl to chicken #girl to pig

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earthbound-girl · 8 months

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Romp in The Barn (Stardew Valley Fic)

(NO MINORS!) Cute Fluff and a look into Domestic life with Sam plus a tame smut scene.

“What?” Sam asked looking quizzically at Sebastian.

“Yeah, did you not realize they did that?” He said as he laughed at his friend's expression.

Sam couldn’t believe that he never realized it. When you and him had kids, he left the naming up to you, It was the least he could do since you took his last name when you got married and He leaves the care of Starry Farms up to you. He giggled to himself. He just couldn’t believe that the person he married was this cute and nerdy.

“Well thank you for the info, Seb. But now I need to get back to my kids.” And also ask my cute spouse about their names. He thought.

“Alright then. See ya. Thanks for the laugh!” Seb said over his shoulder as walked back to his house.

Sam started his way down the path to yall’s. He couldn’t wait to get back to his kids and you.

A Few Hours Later

You get back to your home, after a few long hours of feeding your animals and taking care of crops. The worst part of farm life was the long list of never-ending chores. But it was better than working at a soul-crushing office job. You sit down on your couch and sigh in relief. You couldn’t stay for long, you still had to go to town and see if the townspeople needed any help, along with picking up more seeds from Pierre’s and then going to Willy’s shop to replace your fishing rod. At least you had your horse, Milly now, which made traveling so far easier and faster.

“Ama!” You snap out of your thoughts and look towards your firstborn child. They looked so much like you but had the personality of their daddy. You smiled at them.

“Yes, Sweetie?” you asked.

They came running to you and scrambled into your lap.

“Look at what I made!” they exclaimed as they showed you their latest crayon drawing.

In the drawing was a family, your family. Sam with his spikey hair drawn in yellow, you with your signature hat holding your newly added baby, and then them in the middle with a huge heart surrounding all of you.

“Oh, it’s so beautiful sweetie!”

“Tank you ama I made a new one, so baby Nicolas could be in it”

“Aww, I’m glad you wanted to include your sibling, baby” You kiss the top of their head. “Have you shown your daddy yet?”

“No, not yet, dadda is busy with baby.” They say as they keep gazing at the drawing.”

You set them down and get up off the couch. The break was over, now it's parent duty.

“Well let us go find him and show him.” They look up at you and smile super big before taking your hand and heading to their shared bedroom with their little sibling. You head inside to see Sam cradling your baby in his arms. He has taken to his father role so well. He is such a doting dad and loves his children so much. He sees you come in and he sets the child back into their crib so they can nap.

“Hi dear.” He walks to you and pecks your lips quickly.

“Did you get everything done on the farm today? If you didn’t, I won't be mad!” he teases you.

You roll your eyes at your husband and smile up at him.

“No not yet, I just came in for a break. Then Rosie wanted me to show what they drew.” You give him the drawing and his eyes light up as he looks at it.

“This is so good! Great Job Rosie! This is going on the fridge!” Your child smiles at their dad and starts jumping up and down yelling “YAY!”

“Oh Oh, sweetie, shh, your little brother is trying to sleep okay.” You put your fingers to your lips.

“Oops, sorry momma. Yay.” The say in a tiny whisper before running downstairs to put their drawing on the fridge.

You and Sam giggle softly as you watch them run out the room. You hug Sam and put your head on his chest. He kisses your head.

“Long Morning?”

“You have no idea. The cows had another baby, and I ran out of hay for the chickens, so they were not too happy with me. So, no eggs today. Then I forgot to set out a scarecrow and the birds came and ate up some of the seeds I just planted.” You vented.

“I’m sorry dear. If I knew more about farm work, I’d help you out more.”

“I know Love. But you take care of the housework and our kids. Plus I didn’t marry you cause you know about farming.”

“I know, you married me cause of my rugged good looks and rockstar status!” He jokes at you. He loves when you smile and laugh at him.

“Damn right, Love.” You laugh at him.

He leans down and kisses your smiling lips. His kisses always made you feel better. They made the day's woes melt away. You were so lucky that he said yes when you asked him to marry you, though if you asked Sam, he would say he was the lucky one.

Your lips part and he puts his head against yours. “Do you feel a little better?”

“I do. Thank you, Sam.”

“Anything for you dear.” He smiles at you.

“Oh by the way, I went for a walk before the kids got up and I saw Seb… and he said something I need to ask you about.”

“Oh what’s that?” you asked.

“Seb told me that you named our kids after your favorite fictional characters. Is that true?’

You part from Sam and look down before you start to giggle and that turns into a quiet laugh, so you didn’t wake your sleeping baby.

“You didn’t realize that Sam?” You laugh out.

“Well, I knew that they were unique names. I just thought that it was a distant family member's name.”

You grab Sam’s hand and head down the back stairs to ya’ll’s bedroom. As soon as you are out of the baby’s room and have the door close so you can’t wake them up. You lose it and let out a very loud laugh. You laugh until you have tears in your eyes and looking at Sam’s puzzled expression made it worse. You turn your back to him and calm down, as much as you can before turning back.

“Sam. I love you so much.”

This made his expression even more confused and you almost start laughing again. “I love you too?”

“I mean it Sam; I love you so much. I love that you can make me laugh this much… and also that you just don’t question my weird ways.” You hug him and hold him tight. Even though he was still confused, he couldn’t help but hug you back and hold you just as tight.

“Though Sam, I can’t believe that you didn’t realize that I named them after certain characters. I even told you I was.”

He holds you out a bit. “When? I don’t remember this.”

“I think a few weeks before I had our First and a few days before our Second. Though I will admit that we were busy with something else.” You blushed.

“Oh, no wonder I don’t remember. You were distracting me with your wild ways.” He says as he wiggles his eyebrows.

You rolls your eyes. “Well now that you realize, are you upset?”

“Of course not, I trust you. I love how nerdy and cute you are, and this just made me love you even more if that’s possible. I could never be mad at you for being you. Though, I should ask are you mad at me for not remembering.”

“No, never. I can never be mad at you Sam. But. I think you need to be punished for not seeing my true nerdiness.”

“Oh no. Not punished and what pray tell would my spouse propose as a punishment?”

“Well for one, You have to watch my favorite (Y/F Show/Movie)” You state

“Dear, that is not a punishment, especially when we watch almost the same things.”

“I wasn’t finished. We watch my favorite (Y/F Show/Movie) while I..” You pull him close and whisper in his ear. “cockwarm you.”

You hear him giggle darkly and he pulls his face back to look at you.

“And… that’s it? Dear. I can handle a little cockwarming but I know that you won’t. You can’t sit still long enough. Are you sure this isn’t a punishment for you then for me?”

“I can too. I’ve been practicing. And this is a perfect opportunity to see if that practice paid off.”

“And when have you been practicing?” He asked you. You look at him and see his eyes are dark. You love seeing him get like this. Sam is usually a gently lover and wants to make you feel good. But sometimes, like moments like these, his eyes will get dark and he will get a bit dominant.

“Whenever you and the kids go visit your mom.” You admit finally. His gaze holds you and you can feel your underwear getting wet.

“Mhmm. So sneaky. And when was I going to know about this?” He mused.

“The next time the kids spent the night at your mom’s.” you whispered. Your skin felt hot, and you started to breathe a bit heavy. You wanted to whine. You wanted your husband right here and now. But you reeled yourself back, remembering that you had one child in the living room and one asleep upstairs. Sometimes being a parent sucked.

“You know mom has been wanting to see the kids. Why don’t I drop them off tonight and we can see if your secret practice helped?”

Fuck. Fuck. So hot. Need him now. Want him now. Wasn’t this supposed to be his punishment? Why am I the one over here getting so needy!?

“O-Okay.” That’s you can say.

“Seem’s like I’m not the one being punished now. “ He lowers his face down and gives your neck hot quick kisses. You can feel yourself getting lost in Sam’s touch, you wanted Sam. He feels the same. You want nothing more then to stay in this hot love haze.

But this gets interrupted by your child, who starts to yell for you and your husband.

“Ama! Dadda! I’m hungry. Can I have cereal?”

You both freeze and stay still. He pulls back and sighs. “Looks like we are being called.”

“Yeah. But at least we will have tonight.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Me either”

You both part and you look in the mirror to make sure you don’t have hickies and Sam has to readjust himself before he goes out to take care of your child.

You hear your husband and child laughing and the sound of cereal being poured. You try to distract yourself, trying to stop your heart beating so fast, your skin to stop feeling so hot. Once you get like this, its hard to stop. You either have to take care of it yourself or… or… You start to come up with a plan.

A couple of minutes later, you exit your bedroom and see your child sitting in the living room with a bowl of cereal watching tv. Normally you would just gaze and smile at you how cute this scene is, but right now you need Sam.

“Hey Sam. I forgot I need some help in the barn. Can you come and help really quick?’

He puts his cup down and says “Sure.” Then he looks at your child. “Sweetie, are you okay? Cause I need to go help mommy in the barn.”

They barely look away from the screen before saying “Okay dadda.”

You and Sam head outside to the barn. Your heart is pounding and you need him. You need Sam to help you.

“Dear, What is it that you needed help with?” He asked after going inside the barn.

You shut the barn’s roll up door. Before walking back to Sam and reaching up to bring his face to yours and kiss him hungrily. You have to stop so you can take a breather. Sam is breathing just as hard and looks at you with those blue eyes you love so much.

“I need you Sammy. I couldn’t wait till tonight. So please. Please fuck me.”

“In here?”

“It was either here or the Coop and here there is a lot of soft hay and less eggs.”

Sam giggles.

“You are just too cute and when you are this needy, so fucking hot.” His backs you up against a wall and starts to kiss you hard. You moan in his mouth and his tongue plays with yours. He leaves you breathless and he pulls back.

“Fuck angel, you are just so sexy.” You goes straight for your neck and starts to leave a trail of hickies. After he examines his work, he pulls off your shirt and starts to kiss and suck your nips. Leaving them swollen and sensitive. He kiss down your body and stops at your bottoms. He slides it off you and sees how wet you you are for him.

“So wet. You are such my needy spouse.” He licks and kisses the wet spot, eliciting a moan and a whine from you,

“S-sam p-please. No teasing!” you stutter a plea.

“I can’t help it dear. Seeing you like this, makes me just want to devour you slowly.” He kisses the wet spot one more time before sliding off your underwear. Even though he has seen you so many times like this. He is still amazed by you. He loves you so much and he is going to show you what you do to him. He hurriedly loses his pants and underwear. He turns you around and pumps himself a few times before lining himself up to your hole. He uses your wetness as lube and smears his cock before slowly entering you.

“Ahh, Fuck! Sam! Sam!” You hold onto the wall as best as you can. Its so good. So good. Everything is hazy and all you can feel is Sam. All you need is Sam.

“Hah, Fuck. Angel You always feel so good. Feel so amazing.” He bottoms out inside you. He holds for a few seconds, before he backs out and thrust it back deep inside you.

“HA! SAM!” That thrust made your knees buckle and almost drop.

He does it again and again. Holding you tight so you won’t fall. Until he finds his rhythm and is thrusting in and out hard.

"Baby! Baby! God you feel so good!” You hear him moan out. The sound of his thrusts echoes around the empty barn. You are so glad that you live deep in the woods.

You both are reaching your climaxes. A couple of more thrusts. Your hole pulsing with every thrust.

“Cum! Gonna Cum!” You moan out.

“Fuck yes! Cum! Cum for me angel! Cum for your husband! Not! Far! Behind!” He thrusts to punctate his sentences.

You feel it. You can feel it building. It starts in your stomach and goes straight to your head. “AHH, SAM!!”

You tip over the edge and your hole tightens around Sam’s cock, taking him with you.

Angel!” He releases deep inside you. All his love is now inside you.

Sam collapses against you. Holding you as you both ride out your orgasms. All that can be heard is the sound of your heavy breathing. Sam’s head rests on your shoulder and he roll your head to him and lay your head on his.

“I love you Sam.” You whisper in his ear.

“I love you too, Sweetie. So much.” He kisses your shoulder. He slowly pulls out.

You always feel so empty when he pulls out. Especially after such hard loving sex like this. Sam turns you around and kisses your forehead, your temples, and finally your lips. He hugs you tight.

“You are the love of my life. I’m so happy we are married. I’m so happy I have you. Then you made me even more happy when you gave us our kids. I seriously love you.”

You tear up and hold him tight. He kisses you one last time and gets dressed quickly before your child comes out to see you in such a state. Sam steps out and you hear. “Oh hey Seb.”

You freeze in place before quickly throwing on your clothes and check to see if Sam was just joking. God you hope Sam is joking. He is not. Standing on the other side of the barn is a stunned blushing Sebastian and in his hands is a hoe. Your hoe specifically. One that you were going to go pick up from Robin today.

Well, shit.

#stardew valley #stardew valley smut #stardew bachelors #stardew valley sam #sam sdv #sam stardew valley #sdv farmer #sam x reader #sam x farmer #earthboundwriter

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drades-lair · 2 months

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Gallow Walker

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Charlie/Vaggie, HuskerDust

Drade’s presence in the hotel was quickly becoming like the waves lapping at the shore before the arrival of a storm. Sticking her nose in every bit of business she could find while simultaneously remaining mostly disinterested in the goings on in said hotel, today was no different with the group seemingly running around like chickens with their heads cut off meanwhile Drade just tended to her own affairs in her room until a familiar voice caught her attention from downstairs. Moving to the top of the staircase where sure enough she caught sight of Lucifer chatting with Charlie in the main lobby.

“Lucifer?” Drade spoke up instantly drawing everyone’s attention in her direction, but most of all Lucifer turned to regard the smooth velvety tone that had said his name.

“Drade? Is that really you? Fuck, how long’s it been?” Lucifer questioned moving in Drade’s direction to meet her at the bottom of the staircase.

“Too long, my old friend,” Drade retorted, embracing Lucifer despite having to lean down due to their height difference.

“Agreed, glad to see you’re the same as ever,” Lucifer chuckled pulling from the hug.

“Yep, business as always…I heard about you and Lilith, condolences,” Drade explained offering a sympathetic smile.

“Oh, right, thank you.” Lucifer retorted.

“Anyway pleasure to see you again, I’ve got business to attend too and I’m sure Charlie can’t wait to show you around the hotel, but we really must catch up sometime real soon,” Drade declared heading back up the stairs towards her room.

The red heads mind raced as she attempted to focus, closing her bedroom door as she strode to a large ornate vanity that sat opposite her four poster bed. A frown settled upon Drade’s features, a wave of her hand revealing a contract upon silver parchment with the words ‘Gallow walker’ written near the top and a blank signature space below. Brow furrowed she looked upon the parchment, releasing a heavy indecisive sigh after a few moments indicating there was an internal debate taking place. The parchment drifted to the vanity’s surface where Drade ran a hand over it before turning to go sit in one of the high back chairs near the window, pulling out her phone to continue with the business she’d started that morning.

Sometime later, a ruckus erupted outside causing Drade to stand up and glance out her window just in time to witness Alastor in his demon form feeding on some foolish loan sharks. Chuckling to herself, Drade enjoyed the short show only to hear her phone go off just as Alastor finished his little tirade. Glancing over to the small table beside her high back chair where said phone sat with a message on the screen stating a deposit of money had been made to her leading to the pensive look returning to her features. Casually folding her arms over one another Drade watched the sun dip low into twilight when a knock at her door drew the red heads attention.

“Enter,” Drade permitted not moving from the window.

“Hey, figured I’d drop in for a final farewell,” Lucifer stated entering the room.

“I appreciate that,” Drade stated.

“Still haven’t accepted that contract, huh?” Lucifer asked gesturing to the silver parchment sitting upon Drade’s vanity.

“You know I’ve never had a reason to do so,” Drade responded, following the gesture with her eyes.

“Yeah, I remember. Still you pulled that out must mean you’re giving it some serious consideration,” Lucifer retorted.

“Charlie is renewing my conviction, perhaps if hell is willing to listen even if their the only ones…it might make it worth it,” Drade admitted.

“Is that why you haven’t high tailed it out of here?” Lucifer inquired with a cheeky smirk.

“What do you mean?” Drade asked in turn, turning around to face Lucifer.

“Please, you don’t think I don’t know what’s going on in my own kingdom? You came here looking for a soul related to your latest…endeavors,” Lucifer explained, twirling his staff.

“Humph, fair enough. Yes, I completed my task a couple days ago and today I got my payment for his demise,” Drade confirmed with a soft chuckle.

“Yet you’re still here and…looking at your contract,” Lucifer persisted, tapping his staff on the floor to lean on it with both hands.

“Are you really encouraging me to be responsible?” Drade inquired with a quarrying eyebrow raise and a smirk.

“Touche,” Lucifer chuckled.

“Perhaps it is time…either way it was nice to see you again,” Drade finished shooting a sincere smile towards Lucifer.

“That it was, farewell…till next time,” Lucifer bowed with a wink then vanished.

A couple hours of contemplation led Drade to leave her room, moving to the lobby downstairs where she found Charlie sitting on the couch staring into the fireplace. Drade moved to sit in the armchair across from the couch with Charlie wearily watching her.

“You look tired,” Drade commented upon sitting in the chair, crossing one leg over the other.

“I am…but I can’t sleep,” Charlie answered, resting her chin on her hand while returning her gaze to the fireplace.

“Hmm, what troubles you young one?” Drade inquired, tone gentle as she leaned back.

“Dad said he’d get me a meeting with heaven tomorrow…which I want! But…I’m scared…” Charlie confessed.

“I see…you still wish to try to get heaven to listen,” Drade commented.

“I know it sounds insane…despite what everyone thinks though I’m not naïve, I understand there are some souls that cannot be saved and that’s fine, but…there are so many souls who’ve made one small mistake or one little misstep, we all make mistakes…they don’t deserve damnation for that,” Charlie explained, head lowering as she gestured with her hands absently.

“Humph, do you know how I met your parents?” Drade inquired with a small smile.

“N-No, Dad mentioned on occasion he knew you from his days in heaven, but nothing specific,” Charlie answered.

“I did know them in heaven, I would visit on occasion for various reasons and during those days’ things were…nicer…better…however as time went on the other angels grew selfish, discouraging Lucifer’s dreams as it wasn’t ‘their’ ideal,” Drade began.

“Were you part of that?” Charlie asked curiously.

“I defended Lucifer, trying time and time again to get the angels to listen only to have them turn def ears on us. I grew weary of trying to get them to listen eventually turning my sights on hell as at the time it wasn’t a terrible place however it too refused to listen,” Drade continued seemingly growing more solemn the longer she told her story.

“So, what happened?” Charlie asked, eager to hear the story in full.

“As you said, everyone makes mistakes and Lucifer and Lilith made theirs resulting in them being cast into hell. Until that moment I had been considering a very important and powerful decision however with that I denied it, after all why would I bother sticking my neck out for anyone unwilling to listen and with that I situated myself on earth,” Drade finished explaining her story.

“Wow, what was the decision?” Charlie quarried.

“To become the new Gallow Walker,” Drade simply answered.

“Wait…aren’t Gallow Walkers one of the most powerful beings in all the universe?” Charlie asked, eyes growing wide as the information sunk in.

“So, they say,” Drade confirmed casually.

“You’re…are you…?” Charlie stammered uncertain how to ask the millions of questions running through her mind.

“I have the Gallow Walker contract, but I’ve never signed it because I never saw reason too however YOU, Charlie have given me the first glimmer of reason to do so,” Drade explained.

“Me?” Charlie questioned gesturing to herself.

“Yes, now let me ask you this, are you really willing to fight for this dream of yours?” Drade asked, bringing her hands up to form a pyramid in front of herself.

“Yes! I want this more then anything! Everyone makes mistakes and those who do should have that chance to redeem themselves,” Charlie declared, tone resolute in a manner Drade hadn’t seen since Lilith.

“Very well. Guess it’s time for the Gallow Walker to rise once more,” Drade declared.

“Does this mean you’ll help me convince heaven? Will you be a Gallow Walker by the time tomorrow comes?” Charlie wondered.

“Yes, I’ll accept the contract tonight and everything will happen in turn,” Drade briefly explained, pushing up from the chair she was sitting in.

“Thank you,” Charlie quietly stated as Drade brushed past her heading for the staircase.

A small nod was the last thing Drade offered before heading up the stairs back to her bedroom. Moonlight shown through Drade’s window promptly illuminating the entire room, a flick of her wrist revealed the silver parchment contract floating in mid air and with a resolute breath Drade pricked her finger with one of her own nails. The blood smeared across the blank signature space of the contract reshaped into a crimson signature right before the contract faded into a silver aura that wrapped around Drade. Pain racked the red head’s form causing her to double over, arms crossing over her chest as her hands grasped at her upper arms with a cry of agony. The sickening sound of taring flesh resounded through the room from two large bat like wings emerging from Drade’s back, the cry she released fading into a dragon’s scream while the silver aura formed new clothing. A long flowing coat like shirt with short sleeves and shoulder guards did up in the center while a pair of dark colored jeans wrapped around her legs coupled with a pair of gold leather bracers on her forearms and her boots remained. Pain faded, the aura seeped into Drade’s form, and she was able to stand up while all the knowledge of the past Gallow Walkers resonated in her mind.

“Show me the scales,” Drade whispered into the darkness, raising a hand with her palm facing upwards. A pair of scales appeared, one was heaven, another was hell, and the final was earth. Drade gasped, she knew the scales would be out of balance from the absence of a Gallow Walker for so long, but she didn’t anticipate just how out of balance they were. Heaven’s scale was tipping dangerously to one side promptly throwing the delicate balance of all three scales out of sorts.

“I’ve waited too long…I must fix this,” Drade declared, pinching her fingers together causing the scales to vanish.

#Humor #Angst #Drama #Action #Hazbin Hotel #Husk #Angel Dust #Alastor #Charlie Morningstar #Lucifer Morningstar #Original Female Character

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Messages From the Formally Deceased

This was Beta read by my lovely platonic spouses @half-dead-ham and @bewitched-forest!!! This was suppose to be for Ship week but it got way out of hand! So enjoy some soulmates with multiverse shenanigans!

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Summary: The Fenton children have always been different, even before the increased ecto-contamination and ghost hunting. Not that most would notice the ink on their skin that they couldn’t have drawn on themselves. They're kids, they get messy. By the time they got older all other factors in their lives overshadowed the messages exchanged in ink on their skin. After all who would notice a discussion on literature scribbled in two sets of script on Jasmine's arm, or the compliments tucked under drawings of constellations crawling across lanky limbs.

Chapter 1: How did we both become vigilantes‽‽

Danny has always loved the writing on his sister's skin. He would trace the curly letters next to his sister's chicken scratch handwriting when he was upset and his parents were too busy to comfort him. He didn't think he would get his own writing, or that's how Jazz explained it to him. She said that she had a soulmate and because no one else had one, she was a special case and it would be very rare that it would happen again.

Turns out Danny was special as well. On his 7th birthday his parents gave him markers but no coloring books to use them on. So like any kid who has older siblings would do, he copied Jazz and drew on his arm. He drew Saturn as he found the rings around the planet to be cool. He was outlining it in a dark blue when he noticed the shaky lettering. 'That's pretty' is now sprawled under his drawing. Danny couldn't barely contain himself as he grabbed the marker tighter and wrote 'Thank you' underneath the other's message. He spent the rest of the afternoon drawing on himself, covering his body in planets, stars and unsteady letters. By the time Jazz got home from her friend's house, his arms were covered completely and his legs were no better. He didn't give her time to scold him before showing her the writing on his skin.

"Jazz, look!! I'm special just like you!!" Danny shoved his arm into Jazz's hands. Her eyes widening as she takes in the drawings and childish handwriting. Slowly, a smile spreads across her face.

"It seems like you are! How about next time you borrow my markers? I'll even give you some of my old ones. It'll be easier to wash off." She leads Danny by the hand up the stairs.

"Okay! Can I get my own markers like yours, too?" Danny's excitement was infectious as he all but hopped behind Jazz into her room.

"I'll ask mom about it later, but I don't see why not," Jazz said while grabbing her spare set of markers and handing them to Danny. "Here they are. Please don't lose them, okay?"

"I'll be careful, promise!!" Danny takes them carefully, like they are the most precious thing in the world, and for him they are. He is finally special like Jazz! He has someone he can always talk to!

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Danny was never without a marker or pen after that day. He often has several of both on his person and even more in his bag. There isn't a day that goes by that he doesn't fill his skin with stars for his soulmate. Over the years he's learned more about them, him.

They talk about everything and nothing, all around Danny's drawings. His soulmate's name is Tim and he loves taking pictures and solving puzzles. He can't draw to save his life but he's good at math. His city has real heroes and villains that fight each other. Danny thinks that's cool but still wishes that Tim would stop following around the vigilantes. He knows Tim can keep himself safe but he still worries. It's not like Tim would ever try to become a vigilante.

Danny really should have known Tim would prove him wrong. Danny was working on an essay in his room when, after not hearing from the other boy for 4 months, Tim's blocky handwriting slowly crawled across his arm. Each line being placed with increasing speed. This happens sometimes; the long gaps of replies followed with a reply written too fast, or a message that takes days to slowly show on his skin. Tim has a theory that time changes based on their universes shifting closer or farther from each other. Danny doesn't have time to think about theories or even a reply before his inner forearm is covered in Tim's handwriting.

'Danny you got to promise me not to be upset when time decides to work. You know how I was looking for Nightwing so he could come back and be Robin for Batman again. Well I found him and he said no, but I did convince him to help Batman again. Unfortunately that meant that he still needed a Robin. So, I may or may not have become a Robin…'

'Tim wtf, why are you like this,' If Danny could rip a hole into Tim's universe and shake some common sense into him, Danny would be doing that now.

'Because someone has to. I've gotten tons of training from Batman and he's not letting me out of sight when on patrol. I'll be fine,' Tim's reply was written at his normal speed. Time seems to be on their side for a little while.

'Okay, but if anything happens, write as soon as you can. I want to know that you're okay.'

'Of course! Even if I couldn't write to you myself I would make sure someone did!' Danny shook his head. Not like there was anything he could do about Tim. Maybe he should tell Jazz, but no. Jazz looked sad whenever he talked about the writing on his skin recently. He remembers her mumbling about goodbyes when he asked. He just doesn't know and really doesn't want to make her any more upset.

Danny does what he always does when Tim is considered, he draws galaxies on to his skin. He decides that his thigh would be the best canvas for the drawing of the Andromeda galaxy he has been planning. Essay completely forgotten for the stars he wants to show the other boy.

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Danny was going to fight his arm. It wouldn’t stay tangible long enough for him to write a message to Tim. This sucks, he just wants to tell the other boy about him maybe also being a hero now, but his dumb powers will not work with him. He takes a deep breath and holds it. Letting it out slowly, using what Jazz taught him to calm down. Getting frustrated won’t help him.

Gods, he was tired. The fight with the lunch lady ghost was just the beginning of the hoard of spirits that would come through the portal. He started to skip classes and hasn’t gotten more than four hours of sleep since. Tonight was one of the rare nights that nothing came through. It would be perfect to write to Tim, If only his body got the memo.

The green marker dropped to his desk as intangibly flickers through both arms. Danny almost topples forward, but regains his arms in time to catch himself. Holding his position he waits for his powers to activate and… nothing happens. Relief washes over him, he can finally write to Tim! He’ll have to clean the marks left on his desk from this incident later, but that isn’t important.

‘I have good news and bad news. What do you want first?” Danny decided that it was best to start with this. It will be better than the info dump Tim did to him.

‘Let’s go with the good news first.’ Seeing Tim respond was calming for Danny. The other boy was there for him. He’d understand.

‘I can no longer make fun of you for being a teen hero.’

‘Danny!”

Tim definitely figured out that he was a hero from that. Well, time to rip off the Band-Aid. Danny takes a deep breath as he grips the marker more firmly. Writing as fast but neatly as he could. ‘Bad news, I may have died and come back to life leading to me becoming half ghost and my town’s hero.’

‘Danny what the FUCK‽‽ Are you okay now?’

‘Kinda… I spent the last hour fighting my arms trying to make them stay tangible enough to write to ya’ ‘Dude, that doesn't sound okay. What exactly are you dealing with? I want to help.’ Danny can't help but melt a little at the words the other boy had written to him. Tim was so caring in his own way that the other boy rarely recognized. Gods, Danny might be a goner for the other boy if it wasn’t for the fact that he would never get to see him. He spent the rest of the night explaining to Tim about what happened to him and the powers he got because of it. Falling even more for the boy with a sharp mind and caring heart through it all, no matter how he denies it.

#dcxdp #tim drake #danny fenton #tim drake x danny fenton #Messages From the Formally Deceased #soulmates #chapter fic #Writing on the walls

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ja3gerb0mbb · 4 months

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bloodsucker epilogue: somewhere in germany

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word count: 2.2k

content warnings: sexual content, brief descriptions of blood

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three years later:

warm air circled through the barn; it was finally spring in germany. quiet sounds of life filled my ears. birds chirping, the movement of the barn animals. “good boy,” i murmured to the goat at my hands, feeding him another piece of straw as i patted his head.

“i hate it when you call other guys that,” eren teased. turning to him, he was sitting on the railing to the pen, an exaggerated frown on his face. it couldn’t cover the constant comfort his features wore. a few months after we had gotten here, reality set in, and both of us adjusted to the absence of overwhelming doom that had followed us for too long. it was hard not to be constantly happy with how things turned out.

“it’s a goat, sociopath,” i reached into the ground below me, chucking a bit of dirt at him. he launched himself off the fence, walking over to me to pick me up from my kneeling position. “doesn’t matter,” he muttered, lining my head with quick kisses. “so i was stalking reiner a few days ago,” eren drew me out of my bliss.

i pushed him away so he could see the disturbed look on my face, “the fuck? why?” i shook my head in disbelief at him, but i couldn’t hold back the laugh. “he is your ex,” he lifted his brows, trying to show his reasoning.

i rolled my eyes, “are you seriously still pulling that? i’m your goddamn fiance!” i lifted my hand in the air, showing him the ring. he laughed, and i pulled my hand down to admire it again. the one he picked was perfect; i wasn’t surprised. neither of us could have kids with the vampirism; it would be just us for the rest of our lives. i couldn’t be sad at that thought; instead it made perfect sense.

“yes i am,” he protested, “anyway, he has a new girlfriend.” my jaw dropped open. i scoffed lightly, “yikes. i almost feel bad for bertholdt.” i really did. it was hard to imagine everything he did to me being useless because he never confessed his feelings to the person it mattered to. and he likely never would.

eren scoffed even harder, “i don’t,” he shrugged his shoulders. “i can’t believe he still hasn’t mentioned anything,” i shook my head in disbelief. “you really don’t need to feel so bad for him,” he approached me, rubbing my shoulder in comfort.

shrugging my shoulders, i let out a breath of air, “i know.” he scanned my face quickly, trying to gauge my emotions before changing the conversation. “jean texted. he’ll be here tomorrow,” his voice was lined with false disappointment. i couldn’t hold back the laugh in the back of my throat. “oh don’t sound so disappointed, i know you’re excited to see him.”

in the months leading up to our move, eren and jean had fixed their bond. sort of. i doubted it would ever be how it was when marco was still with them; but i was happy to see them have a semblance of a friendship again. “whatever,” eren muttered, still insecure about being excited.

“why’s he coming so early though?” none of our friends were supposed to be flying in for another week and a half. “he wants to spend some time with us before the wedding. i guess pieck is gonna fly up separately.” i nodded my head, finishing up the goat’s feed.

eren took my que, grabbing the bucket of chicken feed, and throwing the rest around their coup. the sun started to set on the horizon. our plot of land always had the best sunsets. it was hard to feel any disdain here; other than the mention of one thing. “and i heard from someone else.”

i already knew what was coming, but i couldn’t hold back the disappointed sigh that left my mouth. news from zeke. i should be thankful to him, and i was, but his name usually came with unnerving news. but i think zeke was thankful to us, too. apparently, after we left, grisha was so caught up in finding eren, it allowed him to have more freedom in his own life. grisha was less suffocating to him.

eren laughed nervously, trying to gain composure before continuing, “he’s issued an official order for my execution.” the words hung in the air. we knew it would be coming at some point, but it would make tensions higher when we returned for visits.

my steps halted on our way back to the cottage. eren turned around to face me, approaching me. i interlocked our hands, fiddling with his fingers. he continued, “the dumb oaf still doesn’t realize i ran off with you, though,” his laugh rang out around us. absolving the tension that had built around his previous statement.

“guess i played my part well at his house,” i winked at him, trying to set my emotions back into place. eren was still having difficulty, “there’s something else,” his features tensed again. i pulled on his hands, urging him to continue.

his sigh was loud, and he broke our gaze to look out at the sunset, “with his sights off of me, he’s gone back to focusing on the cult. zeke said there’s been a lot of deaths.” i pulled one of my hands out, moving it to his cheek. his head tiled in the direction of it, leaning into my palm. i stroked his cold skin with my thumb, “we won’t have to worry about that in our lifetime. it’s not our responsibility.” eren had already seen too much of that life; it wasn’t right that he still felt burdened by it.

his head shook lightly, “we could do something,” he offered weakly. “really, we couldn’t. if it’s as big as zeke says it is, we wouldn’t even have a shot at getting close to grisha. it’d be futile.”

eren thought about it for a few seconds, getting lost in my eyes. he sucked in a breath, “you’re right, i know that, it’s just hard to accept sometimes.” with my other hand, i squeezed his, “i know,” i whispered it. the wind whistled softly around us, bringing with it the sound of barn animals. the serenity of it helped to calm both of us down.

“i love you,” he whispered, leaning down to connect our lips. he moved slowly at first, pausing after each movement. his hands moved down to my waist, pressing my hips up against him. i bit at his bottom lip, trying to get him to kiss me harder.

i could feel his lips turn into a smirk before he gave in, moving his lips fervently. his hands wandered over my torso, and mine did the same, pulling at his skin with my nails as i went. a few kisses later, eren ripped the shirt i was wearing from my body. unlocking our lips, i gasped, “that was my favorite shirt, eren!” he threw it to the ground with a chuckle, “i’ll get you a new one.”

he lifted my body up, and i wrapped my legs around his torso as he carried me the rest of the way inside, leaving kisses around his neck. i could feel him getting hard beneath me. my butt hit the kitchen counter as eren let me down, fixing his grip around my waist again.

the next thing he pulled off were my pants; i lifted my hips higher on his stomach for them to pull off cleanly. “this reminds me of something,” i giggled, tugging at his shirt. he furrowed his brows, “and what would that be?” he feigned innocence.

he took a step back to slide his pants off as i undid the buckle of his belt, “just something that happened on a kitchen counter a few years ago,” i giggled again as i admired his toned body that flexed with the movements. he hummed, “i don’t remember. guess you’ll have to show me?” his hand gripped behind my neck, pulling me forward in a kiss. i bit his lip as a response.

his movements were hasty, quickly pulling back again. his two middle fingers hung on my bottom lip, silently asking for permission. i opened my mouth, sucking them in. my tongue swirled around them as his other hand slid under my body, pulling my hips out further.

his fingers slid out of my mouth, and the next second, i felt him shoving them into my pussy. “fuck!” i yelled out at the abrupt action, arching my back into him. i shot him a dirty look as i heard him laugh, his other hand circling my nipple. i brought my lips to his neck, biting into his flesh. i licked up the small amount of blood that trickled out, hearing a moan escape him at the action.

with another pump of his fingers, he drew his fingers out and slipped off his boxers. i bent down from my place on the counter, letting spit drip down onto his tip. he groaned, and i wrapped my hand around the shaft, spreading the slick with my thumb over his piercing.

his hands gripped each side on my waist, pulling me off the counter before shoving my body around and pushing my torso against the cold surface. “so pretty,” he muttered, pulling my legs further apart with his leg. he stood in between, placing his feet on either side of mine; an attempt to keep my legs separated.

i felt his tip tease my folds before he slammed his entire length in me. i let out a loud moan, “god, eren,” i grunted. he placed one hand on my waist to steady, and brought the other to my shoulder. he didn’t move as he learned down to whisper in my ear, “say my name again,” i could head the smirk in his voice, even with my face shoved into the counter.

my body lightly jostled with the grip he had on me, slamming his body into mine, “eren!” i yelled it louder, arching my back so he could penetrate deeper. “louder, slut,” he teased, moving his grip on my shoulder closer to my neck. at the nape of it, he applied pressure, keeping me pinned to the counter as he moved at a faster pace.

“eren! eren,” i started babbling as his hand around my waist reached further down, looping around my hips to rub my clit. with the added stimulation, i felt a knot tie tighter in my core. i let out more panty moans with eren’s hits on my g-spot becoming sloppier.

his body pressed further against mine, and i could hear pants of his own closer in my ear, a few drops of blood dripping down onto my upper back. his hands tied in my hair, and he pulled back on it, sending me into an orgasm. eren removed his dick, continuing to work me through my high with my clit.

i could feel a warm substance hit my back as eren lt out a final low moan. he wrapped his body around mine, moving my hair to plant a kiss on my forehead, “wait here.” i barely noticed his absence, still trying to catch my breath. i felt my knees buckle without his support, as i waited for a few minutes. my body started to heal itself quickly, and i was already ready to fuck him again.

he was back quickly, the sound of running water filtered to my ears. “c’mere, pretty,” he cooed, picking me up bridal style. he carried me to the bathroom, the room lit by candles. a floral aroma filled my nose. looking into the tug, eren had added dried flowers, “aw such a sweetheart,” i teased him. this was something he did often, but it never failed to give me butterflies.

“ugh, shut it,” he scoffed, annoyed with my constant mocking. his arms lowered me into the tub, and i moved my body forward, allowing him to get in beside me. his hands reached down to my waist, pulling me back onto him. he dunked my head in the water, running his hands through my hair, “i found the perfect destination for our honeymoon.”

i closed my eyes, content against him, “let me guess, you’re not gonna tell me?” i sighed. it was his nature to still keep me in the dark with everything he could. his chest bubbled with a laugh, jolting my body with it. “nope,” he popped the end, placing kisses on my temple, working his way down my face.

i sucked in a deep breath. i was aware of the absence of the void in my stomach. anxiety was no longer clawing at the back of my mind. with grisha finally setting his sights off of eren, i felt like i could fully settle into my fiance, certain that we could live in this calm for the rest of our lives.

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a/n: had to reference phoebe bridgers in the title

thank you to everyone who has spent time reading this; i appreciate you! and thank you for all the comments, notes, and interactions; they really made my days, and gave me the confidence to finish this story! hope you guys like this ending, i’m not sure how i feel about it, but it’s the only one i could come up with. love yall!

#eren jaeger #eren jaeger fanfiction #eren jeager x reader #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager #eren yaeger smut #eren yaeger x reader #attack on titan #jean kirstein #mikasa ackerman

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ejzah · 2 months

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Loved your fic We Swear it’s Not Real. Would you consider making it a multi-chapter? Would love to see an expansion from the beginning of their fake dating.

Hi anon! Sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for so long. As always, time escapes me very easily. I’m not sure if I can commit to an entire multi-chapter fic since I already have so many other long fics in progress. However, I’ll try write a few ficlets highlighting key moments. As with the original story, this is set in season 7 when Kat’s wedding was originally mentioned.

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A Not So Indecent Proposal

Kensi rubbed her hands over her thighs. She could do this, it would be easy. All she had to do was ask Deeks to be her fake boyfriend. No big deal.

She took a hesitant step towards the bullpen, her eyes zeroing in on Deeks’ bent head. She studied his blonde mass of curls, her stomach squeezing sickeningly with nerves, and she nearly turned back around, stopping herself at the last second.

This exact process had gone on the past three days. Each morning, Kensi came in early, waited for Deeks to arrive, and then engineered a few moments when she could talk to him in private. And each day she’d chickened out before ever saying a word.

Squaring her shoulder, Kensi reminded herself that this was Deeks. She trusted him more than just about anyone, he owed her a favor, and more importantly, she was quickly running out of time.

“Morning Deeks,” she greeted him, making a show like she’d just come in.

“Morning Kensalina.” He stopped working long enough to flash her a short, yet genuine smile, then resumed writing what Kensi recognized as an LAPD form, even from a distance.

“You got a minute?”

“For my partner? Anytime,” Deeks replied, tucking his pen behind his ear, and turning to give Kensi his full attention as she took Sam’s chair.

Folding her hands together over her crossed knees, Kensi drew in a long, calming breath.

“Ok. So, you know my friend Kat is getting married—”

“You mean Kat of the much talked about show ponies and teal decor?”

“Yes. Anyway, um, so there’s been a couple questions about my plus one, or lack of one,” Kensi continued, chuckling nervously. “So, I was wondering if you would, um, consider taking on that role for me.”

Deeks’ face had slowly morphed from intrigued to confused as she spoke. Screwing up one side of his face, he slowly asked,

“Let me get this straight. You want me to be your date to a close friend’s wedding?”

“Shhh!” Waving her hands in a hushing motion, Kensi looked over her shoulder, anticipating one of the team standing within in hearing distance. No one was there, but she lowered her voice all the same.

“No, I’m asking you to pretend to be my plus one,” she corrected.

“Oh, my mistake, big difference,” Deeks teased. Crossing his arms, he leaned back in his chair, mouth spreading in a delighted grin. “So, what exactly made you pick me? My dazzling social skills, my expertise on the dance floor?” He snapped his fingers. “Ooh, I’ve got it. You know how amazing I look in a tux.”

“You know what, if you’re just going to make fun of this, forget it.” Kensi raised her hands, and pushed away from the desk. Before she could get up, Deeks tugged her back down.

“Woah, woah, woah, I’m just messing with you, Kens. I’m sorry.”

Considering him a for a moment, Kensi decided that he seemed genuinely contrite, and rolled her chair back in place.

“I guess I’m a little on edge,” she admitted. “All this wedding planning is more stressful than I anticipated. And as much as I love her, Kat is a total bridezilla.” Deeks chuckled sympathetically as Kensi groaned, pressing her fingertips to her temples. “The woman seems to think that her wedding is the event of the century and needs to outdo Katherine and William’s.”

“Good thing she comes from money and her fiancé is rich,” Deeks commented. He tapped her knee with the back of his hand. “What exactly would my duties be as your prospective plus-one?”

“Accompanying me to any major wedding events,” Kensi told him. “Kat’s calling it her wedding season, so there’s sure to be more than your typical number of events.” She tilted her head slyly. “And of course, you’d expertly play the part of the doting boyfriend so I don’t have to deal with annoying questions, pitying looks, or, most importantly, getting set up with any of Kat’s numerous cousins or single friends.”

“That sounds pretty easy.” Rubbing his bottom lip, Deeks considered her, any teasing absent from his expression. It made Kensi feel more uncomfortable than asking him to be her plus one. “Just one more question. Why me?”

Kensi dipped her head; that was a question she’d dreaded. Not because she thought Deeks would hold the information over her, but rather because it felt like it would be giving too much away. He deserved to know though, so she answered honestly.

“I trust you.” She focused on slightly uneven spot on her jeans. “I trust you to pull me out of laser filled room, have my back when my a bunch of goons with guns are firing at us, and,” she paused. “I trust you with this.”

What she left unsaid was that she trusted Deeks to guard her dignity and play his part without crossing any lines.

“Ok. I’ll do it,” Deeks agreed.

“What—you will?” Kensi blurted out in surprise.

“Yeah. Anything for my partner.”

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Thanks for the prompt!

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #fake dating #au #a not so indecent proposal #fluff #anonymous prompt #ejzah fanfiction

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hathorneheiress · 6 months

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A little bit about myself.

Things I like to do.

Writing. Reading. Listening to music. Shopping. Swinging. Having alone time. Doing puzzles. Gardening. Chatting with all of you!!

I also want to let people know that I am not a minor. I'm not telling my exact age, but it is between 18-21. If anyone is uncomfortable with that, I am very sorry.

P.S. I'm not a creep and won't be stalking minors, but I thought I should let people know, in case you are not comfortable with that.

Favorite songs

"So am I." Ava max "Unstoppable." Sia "The greatest." Sia. "Broken and Beautiful." Kelly Clarkson. "Weapons." Ava Max. "Every time I cry." Ava Max. "People like us." Kelly Clarkson. "Legendary." Welshly Arms. "Summer rain." Victoria Nadine. ""Shake it off." Taylor Swift. "Style" Taylor Swift. "I knew you were trouble." Taylor Swift.

And there is so much more I could post, but these are some of my top favorites!

Favorite Movies/shows

NCIS. The Librarians. Leverage/Leverage Redemption. Downton Abby. Sherlock Holmes. Jeremy Brett. Murder she wrote. The hunger Games. The good doctor.

Favorite Books

Sherlock Holmes. The Inheritance Games series. The Hunger Games series. Nancy Drew. The Hardy Boys. Once upon a broken heart. Charles Dickens books. Dictionaries. Encyclopedias The Naturals

Just some random stuff about me.

My favorite color is BLACK! I love to wear it! But I also love sunset blue as well.

My aesthetics would tend toward Modern Victorian. Dark academia. Heels, lipstick and Pearl's. And all sorts of stuff!!!

And here is a mood board of my aesthetics.

One if the biggest Ava Max, Sherlock Holmes, Librarians, and Grayson Hawthorne fan you will ever meet.

My favorite subject in school was Science.

I am a Librarian in training.

I have OCD and am on the autism spectrum.

My favorite animal is chickens.

I dream is to be a writer some day.

My zodiac sign is Pisces.

My favorite season is fall.

My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving.

I play the cello and piano.

Here is link to my story on Wattpad.

Behind those icy blue eyes - A-very-risky-gamble - Wattpad

I've met many amazing people one here, but here is a few honorable mentions.

@riddles-n-games. My best friend. Ever. I don't know how she puts up with me. She is so amazing. Her works are publish worthy and you should definitely check them out.

@reminiscentreader. Loveliest girl on the planet. Will talk to you about anything. One of my best friends on here and her blog is pretty awesome. Please go check her out if you haven't already. She is so amazing.

@blocked-zombieartist. Has a gift for writing I would die to have. She is a remarkable person and you would not be disappointed in having her as your mutual. She is that awesome.

@myster3y. Funny. Caring. Has a wonderful personality. She is so sweet. I adore talking with her and I know you would to. So go check her out!!!

I mean it when I say I love chatting with you all!! I have had very few friends in life, so it is nice to chat with other people about the things I love.

AND DON'T BE AFRAID TO ASK OR TALK TO ME!! I WOULD LOVE TO CHAT ABOUT THINGS! EVEN IF THEY ARE WHAT YOU LOVE, I WOULD STILL ENJOY TALKING TO YOU!!😊❤️AND IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS FOR STOIRES CONCERNING TIG OR SHERLOCK HOLMES, AND WANT SOMEONE TO WRITE THEM, THEN GIVE ME A MESSAGE AND I WILL SEE WHAT I CAN DO!!

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dropthedemiurge · 4 months

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2023 Year Results

I have lost my ranking of favorite Thai BL/QLs that I made during half of the year, so I'm just going to write it anew^^

My Top BLs by the end of 2023:

1. Be My Favorite

2. Moonlight Chicken

3. Not Me

4. The Eclipse

5. Semantic Error (or if we talk only Thai series, then Bad Buddy!)

Honorable mentions: Only Friends, SOTUS, Laws of Attraction, Kieta Hatsukoi, My Ride...

I keep changing the places and Moonlight Chicken held such a strong place in my heart but now I'm also taking into account whether I liked all pairings and characters, so BMF finally took over. But I still can't decide whether The Eclipse is higher than Not Me, I might rewatch it endlessly but Not Me was a cultural reset :D As well as Semantic Error who's done so good and finally broke through the typical Korean BL setting and public's favor.

Bad Buddy has done amazingly as well but there are only 5 places in Top 5 ranking 🥲 I guess, the Our Skyy just dimmed my good memories about it a little bit x)

I love how this year we got shows that have expanded beyond the borders of usual BLs, they added mystery and mystic, action, time travelling, sitcom etc, mixed gentes, kept speaking out about many important things - from marriage legalisation to equal rights - that definitely had its own impact on real life, actors went on many fanmeetings overseas, from West to East, and overall... This was a good year, story and fandom wise.

My Fanfic Statistics

I stopped writing metas and somewhat distanced myself from the fandom when I felt that my views often didn't align with majority (and also got shadowbanned by tumblr?), but I wrote ~ 80k words on AO3 and drew >10-15 arts that I really enjoyed. I still have many wips so look forward to them!

I wrote way too many Only Friends fics whole I watched the show xD This was definitely a show that gave out ideas (and sometimes outrage) and lots of angst.

But Not Me fics are still my number one (though mostly because of all the crossovers with other series I keep writing about)

Also somehow Bad Buddy OT4 fic is now the longest fanfic I've ever written (both in Neglish and my native language). And it's still not finished but tbh even I don't know exactly how it will end, that's how self-indulgent this is but I'm so happy rhat many people were excited about this idea with me!

My Fandom

I also had a blast having various discussions in my own small community and people who wanted to share opinions and watch series together. You guys keep inspiring and supporting me in exploring many ideas, drawing art and writing many fics, I truly admire and adore you all, especially my fam @springkitten @xagan and also @thepancakelady @wereflamingo (I'm surprised how often we agreed with each other on somethjng but that's what makes discussions interesting xD).

Also I want to hug bad buddy server was a joyful discover this year too that inspired me to start learning Thai, our not me server that keeps being my safe comfort space and many hugs to some tumblr folks who I talk in replies and reblogs (I am truly bad at remembering usernames but if I ever chatted with you here, I am definitely thinking about you and your profile picture <3)

Here's to 2024 and more projects

I also started my FirstKhao AU visual novel, and though I thought I would be able to make it in a month or two and then got struck by Health Doing Bad for a long time, I'm definitely determined to finish it next year.

And we keep talking about making Poetry Zines with @springkitten inspired by lakorns/bls we watched and I'd like to try and make it happen 👀

I also want to return to commissions in a better way, because of political situation I haven't been able to continue drawing for my foreign friends but thanks to my other friends who are generous to help me with handling finances for me, I might be able to start drawing requests again! I also spent like 5 months fixing my health that kept me from creating I want to finish old ones and I'm really itching to return to drawings and other projects :D

And I have in my mind mastering pixel and 3d art as a part of my Changing Profession and Career Path in 2024 so let's hope I can lighten up everyone's mood with cooler art and animations 👀

Happy New Year and Happy holidays, everyone!

#thai bl #bl series #new year #thai drama #gmmtv series #gmmtv #me #dropthedemiurge #my works

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italiansteebie · 11 months

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Love On Screen

Episode Four, also on ao3 , Episode Three, Episode Two, Episode One

“Honey I’m home!” Eddie sang as he walked into Steve’s apartment, Steve had given him a key under the strict instruction to only use it wisely, a rule in which Eddie immediately broke. He scanned the apartment looking for Steve only to catch a glimpse of him traipsing around the kitchen. “In here!” He heard him call, venturing to the kitchen he came across what could only be described as a scary sight. It was Steve. Surrounded by Walmart bags, with his camera set up.

“Oh, god. What are we doing?” Eddie laughed, only a little scared of the answer. “Walmart Makeover!” Steve said, fake eyelashes glued on haphazardly. Eddie could only guess the camera was already recording, and he was right because as soon as he stepped in front of the camera Steve smiled and cooed, “smile, Eds.” Eddie sighed and dropped the grocery bags he’d been carrying on the counter and plopped himself on a seat next to Steve.

Steve giggled before pulling out a cheap looking yellow wig. He showed it off to the camera, “Okay, so we’re gonna put this on.” He said, reaching over towards Eddie with it who jumped back, “the fuck dawg?” Steve rolled his eyes, “Eddie,” he drew out, “We already agreed to this!” Eddie laughed and sat back down, letting Steve put the wig on him. Eddie looked into the camera and winked, “I look so hot right now. Don’t I?” Steve laughed, “Super sexy, babe.”

“You’re saying that as a friend right, Steve?”

Steve snorts, “Yeah. As a best friend.”

Steve dug around in the plastic bag before pulling out some blue eyeshadow. “Okay, okay. Close your eyes.” And he did, so Steve could start the eyeshadow. “Ow! Ahhh! What the fuck?” Steve stopped what he was doing? “What?”

“That hurt,” Eddie whined, opening his eyes, “No! Keep your eyes shut, it has to dry!” Steve said, slapping his face. “Dry? I don’t know that much about makeup but I'm pretty sure eyeshadow doesn't dry.” Eddie said emphatically, to which Steve just cackled at. He heard Steve rummaging around and jerked away when something soft touched his face. “What was that,” Steve didn’t respond, only continuing to do whatever it is that he’s doing. “Steve?” And he only got a giggle in response.

Eddie opened his eyes only to see the bright pink blush Steve had put all over his face. “Oh my god.” Steve laughed again, looking into the camera, “Isn’t he beautiful?” Eddie snorted, “Beautiful? I’m a down right goddess, Steve.”

They finished up the video not long after that, Steve had made him do a fashion show, in which he wore a sparkly pink bikini top and several bows in his hair. He also put Piggy around his neck like one of those rich person animal shawl things. It was pretty awesome if he said so himself.

Once Steve turned off the camera he sighed, “Did you have fun?” he asked, Eddie nodding, “So much.” Steve smiled, “Hey baby,” He said, greeting him for the first time. “Hey,” Eddie smiled, pressing a kiss to Steve’s lips. (They had gotten together about two weeks after their initial date, they were going properly steady now). “Are we still going live today?” Steve asked, to which Eddie nodded. “I’m gonna make us some grilled cheese sandwiches.” Steve arched an eyebrow, “On live?” Eddie nodded excitedly. “I’ve done it a couple of times, the subscribers love it. They call it the corroded kitchen. Cute, huh?” Steve laughed, yeah it was cute. Fitting too because as soon as Eddie started his live, he was on.

“Hey shitheads! You all know my best friend, Steve. I’m making us lunch today!”

Steve shook his head at his boyfriend's antics, watching him run around the kitchen like a chicken with his head cut off. “What’s chat saying, Stevie?” Steve looked at the chat, watching the comments filter in. “Uhh. Dustybun04 asked if we’re a couple?” Eddie grinned, “Dustybun, you ask that almost every live. You looking for someone to date?” Steve just laughed, “A couple of besties,” he said from behind the camera. They weren’t hiding their relationship on purpose, it was honestly just fun to tease their viewers, it was also fun to see the theories they could come up with. Some of them were pretty creative to be honest. It was really entertaining.

“What else,” Eddie asked, starting to butter the bread he had grabbed out of Steve’s pantry. Steve scanned the chat again, “Oh, hahahaha! Wheeliemike says he hates me! I hate you too, random citizen,” Steve laughed. He knew he wasn’t everyones cup of tea but wheeliemike seemed to really hate his guts. “Oh, wheeliemike. My nemisis. I do have to thank you though. It was your 12 hour stream dare that allowed me to find Steve, who of course, is my best friend now, so. Thank you!” He sang, laughing.

“Okay, so once you butter- wait. Okay, so once you’ve buttered your bread, you’re just gonna get your shredded cheese and like. Okay. Steve, bring the camera here, wanna get a close up on this.” Steve got up, zooming in on the bread on the pan, “Salt bae action. Only… With cheese.” Eddie said, sprinkling the cheese over the pan, getting it almost everywhere except for the bread. “Oops,” He laughed, dumping the bag over watching as a clump of it falls onto the bread.

“That ones yours, Steve,” Eddie said, pointing to the mangled sandwich. “What makes you think I want that?!” Steve screeches, laughter breaking up his sentence. “What?! Dude, I’ll have you know that is the best grilled cheese you’ll ever eat!” Eddie retorted. He picked it up and planted a big sloppy kiss on it, “Here, now it’s even better. Extra flavor.” Steve grimaced as Eddie shoved the sandwich in his face. “Oh, ew. Dude.” But he bit it anyway, choking on the non melted cheese clump that fell apart in his mouth. He huffed out a laugh, shredded cheese flying out of his mouth as he did so, and broke completely when Eddie picked up the clump of cheese that had fallen out of Steve’s mouth and popped it into his own.

“Eddie! Ew!”

And Eddie was cackling like he had been for the past five minutes watching Steve try to eat the gross ass sandwich he’d made. “What’s chat saying?” He asked through his laughter, wiping away the tears that had formed on the corners of his eyes. Steve scanned the screen, “Oh uh. Nancy called us gross, which I have literally heard you and Robin have sexual relations so don’t! Call us gross.” Eddie barked out another laugh, joining Steve in watching the chat. “Oh, wheeliemike. You’re gonna have to get over this hatred of Steve. Unfortunately I don’t think he’s going anywhere.” Eddie said, feigning sympathy. Steve giggled, “Awh. Let him hate me Eddie, it’s okay.”

And well. Most of their viewers enjoyed their antics. Y’know. Except for wheeliemike.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson #streamer au #streamer eddie munson #streamer steve harrington #steve x eddie #stranger things

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