the slumber party's over

Can we imagine the high lords on a slumber party
  • Rhys: *Drunk af on margaritas while he hits on feyre over and over
  • Kallias: *broods in one corner while possesively staring at his wife*
  • Hellion: *Starts a pillow fight and hits on EVERY HIGH LORD*
  • Tamlin: *is like the kid that throws tantrums*
  • Thesan: *is chill and the life of the party*
  • Tarquin: *creates a mini beach in the palace while dancing to the makarena*
  • Beron: *isn't invited*

Padme Amidala wasn’t Natalie Portman when she was crowned queen of Naboo, she was a fourteen year old child. She didn’t have Natalie Portman’s glare or sharp jawline or figure, she had baby fat and had barely hit puberty. Give my girl the prepubescent credit she deserves

Coming Home to Me

On the day they met, Dean Winchester is four years old.  Emblazoned on the front of his light blue teddy T-shirt are the words I Wuv Hugz, and everyone who’s ever met Dean can verify the accuracy of this statement.

Everyone who’s ever met his new neighbor, Castiel Novak, knows the opposite is true.  It’s 1983, and though terms like Asperger’s Syndrome and touch aversion have yet to seep into public consciousness, Cas had been sure to convey his displeasure to anyone who’s ever tried to hug him without his explicit consent.

As such, both the boys’ parents watch with considerable apprehension as Dean toddles up to the newcomer, ready to bestow upon him the signature Winchester greeting. 

He throws his pudgy arms around Castiel’s slight shoulders, squeezing him as tightly as his little body will allow. 

Castiel’s haggard single mother, Naomi, squeezes her eyes shut and braces herself for the ear-splitting wail that is sure to follow.  To her surprise, there is none.  

Instead, when she dares to look again, Cas is, for the first time in his short life, expressing physical affection, his thin arms wrapped delicately around Dean’s shoulders.  

In a voice so soft no one but Dean can hear it, Castiel murmurs, “Hello, Dean.” 

It’s now 1988.

Dean Winchester is nine years old, down a parent, and up a…well, he’s hesitant to refer to Cas as like a brother, though adults in his life have described it as such.  It just feels wrong to him, for reasons he has yet to put his finger on. 

Regardless, Cas has become remarkably close, mostly because his mother – a single parent, struggling to make ends meet – is almost never home.  As his closest neighbors and closest friends, Cas ends up spending more time at the Winchesters’ house than he does at his own.  

Dean still wuvs hugz, though he’s now less willing to admit to such, and Cas, miracle of all miracles, still never fails to return them.  Indeed, Dean is one of the few people Cas will willingly touch.

At present, the boys are cuddled up on Dean’s lower bunk while young Sammy snoozes above them, a rerun of the Three Stooges buzzing on Dean’s fuzzy, black-and-white TV set.  

99% of the time, Cas doesn’t understand the humor, fails to see the amusement in watching three people brutalize one another.  But he enjoys hearing Dean laugh, the feel of his warm breath against the back of his neck.  It makes him feel comforted.  

It makes him feel home. 

Contentedly, Cas closes his eyes.  He’s just drifting off when he hears Dean say, “Oh.  Hi, Daddy.” 

For some reason, he sounds nervous.  

When Cas blinks open his eyes, he sees why:  John is standing in the doorway, glowering at them, a strange sort of contempt darkening his glassy eyes.  He’s yards away from them, leaning in the doorless entryway to the boys’ room, but Cas can smell the pungent stench of alcohol wafting off of him.

“You boys’re too old to be doin’ that,” is all he mutters, before staggering away and leaving the confused duo with the vague but pervasive sense that they’ve done something wrong.  

Cas glances over at Dean, who’s now worrying his lower lip and won’t meet his eyes.  

Cas pats his hand.  “My mommy smells that way when she gets sad,” he offers. 

For some reason, it seems to help.

It’s now 1996, and in that very same room, the boys are having a slumber party.  Of course, they’re not allowed to call it a slumber party, because they’re boys over the age of twelve, and rules of social conduct dictate that it be called hanging out.

But, essentially, it was a slumber party.

Cas skipped a grade, while Dean was held back one, and as such, they haven’t seen as much of one another as either party would have liked.  

Still, Dean is popular, and surprisingly, so is Cas:  yes, he’s undeniably nerdy and not a little weird, but there’s an inherent niceness to him that makes him a pleasant person to be around.

Dean has had the pleasure of witnessing this all evening, as Cas interacts with Charlie, with Gabe, with Kevin and Garth and Benny, and even the little gray mixed breed that recently followed Sam home.  Regardless of what is being said, Cas listens to each of them with his undivided attention, head nodding, blue eyes wide with interest. 

Dean is content, for once, to quietly observe, witnessing his friend for the first time through the others’ eyes.

Later that night, however, when they line the floor like sleeping caterpillars in their multicolored sleeping bags, Dean once again has Cas all to himself, facing one another in the bunk they’d shared all those years ago.  

There’s a flutter in their chests that wasn’t there before, a not-entirely-unpleasant sensation that neither one can place. 

Years later, Dean won’t remember what it was Cas was saying.  He’ll only remember the soft, gravelly rasp of his voice, his crystalline blue eyes as they stared so intently into his own.  

He’ll remember how soft his chapped, full lips felt as he found himself kissing them, the tickle of his faint stubble.

He’ll remember the instant he pulled away, and the long moment in which they just silently stared, a million wordless protests racing through their minds:  it’s the mid-nineties, and the heat of the AIDs epidemic is still fresh in the public’s memory.  It’s by no means a good time to be gay, or anything close it.

More than anything, he’ll remember the exact moment he decided he didn’t care, that nothing in the world mattered more than having Castiel’s lips against his own.

He’ll remember the instant Cas silently agreed with him when he kissed back. 

It’s 2002. 

Cas is going to medical school.  Sam is going to college. 

Dean is going overseas.  

In the end, he really doesn’t have a choice in the matter:  he never had gotten his high school diploma, weighed down by the burden of being his family’s full-time emotional (and ultimately, financial) provider. 

He’d tried so hard to juggle the two, coming home straight after school everyday to clean up and make dinner, to fill the role his mother had vacated when she’d died of cancer years before, and helping Sammy with his homework every evening before he even got started on his own.

He eventually had to give up and drop out of school entirely when John left them, and he had to get a full time job at his Uncle Bobby’s garage just to make ends meet.

But never once had Dean given up on the hope of making his life meaningful, of helping others and saving lives. 

When he was younger, he’d wanted to go to nursing or medical school, perhaps become a paramedic, but as a high school flunky with five bucks to his name, this option is out for the time being. 

So really, his only option is overseas.

Cas knew this, and he knows he should have prepared himself better.  Yet this does little to stop the tears from falling as he holds his fiance’s hands, freshly gifted engagement rings glinting in the evening sun.

Dean smiles that goofy, crooked smile, puts on a brave face as he wipes the tears away.  

“Hey, now,” he says, chuckling painfully.  “Ain’t we talked about this, angel?  You know I don’t do chick-flick moments.”

Cas smiles faintly, nearly argues that Dean loves chick-flicks and they both know it, but he finds he doesn’t have it in him for their usual, lighthearted banter.  

“Promise me you’ll come home,”  he says instead.  

For a moment, Dean’s facade falters, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.  Still, his smile remains fixedly – painfully – in place.  

“I promise, angel,” he whispers.

Eighteen months later, Dean comes home.  Or rather, most of him does.  

They’ll both realize, with time, that Dean lost a part of himself overseas, and it wasn’t just the tip of his now-stubby left pinky finger that he’ll forever use to give Sam wet willies for maximum gross-out factor.  It wasn’t just the majority of the flesh of his left arm and ribcage, that took the brunt of the damage when the bomb went off, the drum-tight, pinkish scar tissue there to remind him whenever he examines himself shirtless in the bathroom mirror.

It’s something intangible, that will make itself evident the first time he ushers Cas away from their bedroom window, mind already anticipating the crackle of bullets and the shattering of class.  The first time he wakes up, heart pounding, to the crashing of a garbage truck or early summer fireworks, every instinct screaming for him to find shelter.  

Dean knows he lost something overseas, a part of himself he’ll never fully be able to recover.

But he’ll be okay.  They both will.  

In time, he’ll finally get his GED.  He’ll go to community college, and then, to nursing school, finally able to fulfill his dream of saving lives, helping others in his own way.  

He and Cas will get married in the fall, and though it will take years of convincing on Cas’s end, convincing that Dean will not become a replica of his father, they’ll have kids:  Claire and Ben, adopted two years apart.  Dean will be startled by how completely they feel like his own.  

They’ll be okay.  In spite of it all, they’ll be okay.  Life will go on, and it will be a good one.

But for now, all that matters is here at the airport, searching the crowd for that messy head of raven hair he knows is waiting for him.  

His heart skips a beat when he finally spots it.  

The years have been good to Castiel.  His shoulders visibly broader beneath his usual beige trench, a veritable sea of stubble framing the familiar, chapped lips.  Eyes, somehow bluer than Dean remembered them, widened when they met his own.  

Dean swallowed.  Make no mistake, Cas had always been gorgeous, but now…damn.

For a moment, the two just stare at each other, neither sure what to say.  

Finally, Dean chuckles wetly.  “Angel,” he huffs, with his best attempt at a cocky smile.  “You’re…you’re all grown up.”

Castiel says nothing.  Wordlessly, he moves forward, strong arms enveloping Dean’s shoulders.  Dean rests his head in the crook of his neck, breathing in a shaky, relieved breath as he feels the familiar prickle of stubble, taking in the clean, soapy scent he hadn’t known how much he’d missed.  It makes him feel comforted.  

It feels like home. 

A soft, gravelly voice rasps gently in his ear,  “Hello, Dean.”                  

I really love these question things so here are some I thought up! Feel free to send me some *wink wink nudge nudge*

1. What thing made you the maddest in 2015?
2. Any relationship regrets?
3. Do you wear makeup? If so, what’s your favorite brand?
4. How many concerts have you been to? What bands were they?
5. What are some quirky habits that you have?
6. Describe your perfect date.
7. How many states have you been to? Which ones?
8. Who’s your favorite British celebrity?
9. Who’s your favorite American celebrity?
10. Favorite song (of all time)?
11. Favorite song (at the moment)?
12. Baths or showers?
13. Current tv show obsession?
14. What are your top five fandoms?
15. What are your top five favorite movies?
16. What is/was your favorite subject in school?
17. Who are your top five favorite youtubers?
18. Do you write? If so, what do you write?
19. First fictional character crush?
20. Least favorite social media?
21. Democrat or republican?
22. Favorite birthday memory?
23. What are names that have a negative connotation to you?
24. If you could change your own name, what would you change it to?
25. Dream job?
26. Would you rather live in a big city or a small town?
27. Were you born in the same city that you are living in now?
28. Do you have any siblings? Or anyone that you think of as a sibling?
29. How long have you and your best friend known each other?
30. Do you have any other blogs?
31. What are five things you like about your body?
32. Recent unfortunate relationship stories?
33. Is your username different from when you first started your blog? If so, what was your first username?
34. Favorite blogs?
35. Hot weather or cold weather?
36. Hot coffee or iced coffee?
37. Guilty pleasures?
38. Do you like anyone right now?
39. What is/was your standard grade in English class?
40. Do you know any foreign languages? If so, which ones?
41. Who was the last person you talked to face to face?
42. Do you have a type?
43. Favorite time period?
44. What’s your second favorite color?
45. What is/was your worst subject in school?
46. Favorite time of day?
47. Night owl or early bird?
48. Favorite quote?
49. Do you brush your teeth before or after you eat breakfast?
50. What’s your sexuality?

Let’s talk about RNG-based event triggering in RF4

Okay, this is a really unpopular opinion so get ready to be affronted…

*Edit* Little late (sorry sorry!) but there is an implied spoiler in this. Be warned! */Edit*

I LOVE that the developers of RF4 made event triggering RNG based. 

I know everyone always gripes about it constantly and yes, getting ‘memories’ to happen was a pain in the ass, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a good decision to program the system that way in general. 

Think about the previous games. You triggered events by accepting bulletin board requests. Not a bad narrative justification. I liked it. BUT it eroded the sense of world permanence. One of the best things about RF4 in the context of the RF series, in my opinion, is the sense of world permanence, meaning: As the player, you get a strong sense that the characters and world around you goes on whether you are witnessing it or not. 

Here are some of the things that contribute to the sense of world permanence:
>TONs of dialogue. I didn’t see a repeat line until year two in game. That is so impressive for this type of game.
>NPCs wander about with procedurally generated agendas. Remember in previous games when they used to just trudge around on the same scheduled route every single day? Isn’t this better?
>Objects stay on the ground where you put them. God i don’t miss  accidentally discarding valuable items into the void forever.
>And YES… RNG triggered events. 

I didn’t google a single thing about the insides of RF4 until the ‘postgame’ chapters and I was always delighted when an event triggered. It made the town feel alive. It made the characters feel more real. They weren’t standing around NOT living or developing their characters until I checked a box; their stuff went down whenever it went down and I was curious and intrigued and sometimes freaked out right along with them. Different players have slightly different experiences depending on when which events trigger. I think that’s fabulous. Yes, your favorite bachelor or bachelorette won’t propose to you EXACTLY WHEN YOU WANT, but that is more like life! That makes them feel more real to me. Maybe they’re nervous or waiting for the right moment. Thank goodness it no longer feels like they’re just robotically initiating proposal sequence because you filled enough cells in a hidden spreadsheet about gifts you’ve given them. In the end, that is still what they’re doing but by introducing a little randomness to it, the developers have masked that game-y-ness from our eyes a bit. And that’s what it’s all about, people. 

My experience was: I googled memories event and how to make it happen and THEN for the first time I was frustrated with the rng because of an expectation that was handed to me outside the player experience. You can’t fairly expect the developers to cater to a player that googles every spoiler or is min-maxing from the start, especially to the detriment of the organic experience of a fresh player. That is who the game is made for, at least on the first level of depth. 

Now, given that ‘memories’ is a post-game event, I would have liked it better if you could have triggered it by wistfully clicking on Venti’s old spot in the dragon hall. I think that would have had its own narrative justification. Plus by post-game, you’ve already exhausted most of the events and are just pooping all over Meg’s slumber party dreams every damn day. So yeah, this particular event didn’t need to be RNG. BUT, that doesn’t mean we should throw the baby out with the bathwater. For a fresh player with no preconceptions about how the game should be built, this is a really charming way of going about it and I for one am really glad they went that route. 

Feel free to disagree but you won’t change my experience and I won’t change yours. From here on out it’s just friendly discussion, agreed?
Being “Polite” Often Gets Women Killed

In late January, Kristen, a member of the My Favorite Murder podcast Facebook page, wrote a post about a woman who “probably saved my life.” She had driven to a restaurant to get some food and iced tea for dinner late at night, alone since her boyfriend was sick. After getting her order, Kristen went back outside toward her car, but a woman stopped her. “It’s so good to see you!” she said. “How have you been?” Kristen assured her that she had the wrong person; they’d never met before. The woman whispered to her to pretend that they were friends. “There’s a man hiding behind your car,” she said.

They walked over to Kristen’s car together while the woman explained that she had a bad feeling about the man who was lurking and decided there would be power in numbers. “Sure enough,” she wrote, “we get to my car and a man in a hoodie stands up from behind my passenger rear side and nonchalantly walks into the dumpster alley.”

As Kristen said goodbye, the woman smiled and said, “Stay sexy and don’t get murdered.”

For the uninitiated, this is hardly a normal way to say “you’re welcome,” but it’s a calling card of sorts for fellow “Murderinos,” which is what fans of My Favorite Murder, a hugely popular true crime podcast based out of Los Angeles, call themselves.

MFM, the weekly show hosted and researched by Karen Kilgariff, a comedian, musician, and writer, and Georgia Hardstark, a TV host for the Cooking Channel and co-host of the Slumber Party podcast, has been up and running for just over a year now. Their Facebook page is currently creeping past 100,000, and though the duo started it, fans now run it. Their live shows across the country routinely sell out and they have an extensive merchandise line with tees, mugs, and beanies bearing their own quotes. (“Stay out of the forest.”) As of writing, their iTunes rating is four and a half out of five and they’re ranked 6th under Top Comedy Podcasts, and 49th overall. (One of the very few one-star reviews suggests that the show is, “for chicks only. They may as well be talking make up [sic] and pumpkin spice.”) Intentionally or not, the show speaks to women.

artistsapprentice  asked:

If you're taking requests, can you please do a myth about one of the primordial Greek gods, like Nyx?

I absolutely can, although maybe not Nyx, as she’s not often the central character in the surviving myths we have, which honestly does not do justice to her role as namesake of my favourite makeup brand. Instead, I have written about the births of Kronos and Zeus, because Nyx makes a fleeting appearance and also most of the gods are primordial (primordial douchebags, am I right? I’m totally right.)

If you don’t fancy reading about nubile oiled men, the importance of good table manners, and the origins of Wolverine from X-Men, feel free to skip by pressing J on your keyboard. Extra context and literary stuff under the cut, as always!

And the Father of the Year Award Goes to Absolutely No-one

Before the world came to be, there was something. We’ll call it Chaos, because that’s what it was called, but it wasn’t like, chaos chaos, like when you’re running late for work and the toaster starts ballsing up and then suddenly the cat’s puking into your shoes and your mother’s phoning to tell you that your father is actually your uncle. It was more of a chasm, like a kind of tangible nothingness, made up of the elements of everything which would later become actual stuff, like the sea and the sky and sprouts, which actually sounds kind of rad, except there was no-one there to appreciate just how poetic it all was.

Except one day, something just kind of happens, and suddenly there’s someone there, and her name is Gaea, and she is the Earth. Like, literally. She is what we would now recognise as a planet. Which is fine. Real women have curves, etc.

Now, at this point, Gaea is just kind of hanging around by herself, when along comes Tartarus, who is the primordial divine personification of a realm of eternal torture and pain and is probably really shit at parties, and Gaea decides that Tartarus isn’t really the ideal best friend. She really can’t imagine having slumber parties with Tartarus and braiding each other’s hair over all the haunting wails of the dead. She’s kind of happy to have company, but being stuck with Tartarus is sort of like when you turn up late to a party and have to hang around by yourself for a while until some white guy with dreads shows up and starts talking about capitalism; it’s slightly better than loneliness, but not much, and also it makes you want to drink more.

So, one day she’s like “it’s kind of lonely here in the middle of nowhere with only a torturous realm for company, this is like living in Wales and frankly I won’t stand for it,” and then bam, she’s not alone anymore, because the void has spat out a new companion and this exceptionally hot dude is standing there, and he’s butt-naked and all toned and curved and probably oiled, because this myth is from Ancient Greece, and Gaea is like “holy buttocks, who in Chaos are you?” and the beautiful man just sighs wearily and says “I’m Eros, and I’m literally here for the sole purpose of making people want to do unspeakable things to one another.” Gaea pseudo-frowns and she’s like “what kind of unspeakable things, because if you mean relentless murder and ceaseless slaughter, then honestly, I think that’s just in my blood, I’m an Ancient Greek deity,” and Eros is like “have you ever wanted to just lie someone down and cover them in chocolate sauce?” and Gaea metaphorically wrinkles her proverbial nose and she’s like “no, that sounds unsanitary and also I’m a planet,” and then Eros clicks his fingers and says “how about now?” and Gaea does this weird little shiver thing, probably dislodging mountains and causing tectonic plates to collide like bodies on a dancefloor, and she’s like “do that again,” and Eros takes a few steps back and he’s all “no offence, but I’m the only other guy here, and I’m really more of a peanut butter guy myself.”

Then Gaea is like “as fantastic as those few moments of delight were, what’s the actual point? Like, why is it so important that people get the urge to do unspeakable things to each other up against barnyard doors? I mean, we were both just sort of born out of the ether with no need for body parts rubbing and touching in any pleasing way whatsoever, so why can’t things just carry on like that? What’s the need for the horizontal tango?” and Eros just shrugs and waves his sculpted arms a bit and says “plot holes, no pun intended.”

After a while, other things start to appear, like night (Nyx) and day (Hemera) and the realm of eternal, unflinching darkness, known as Erebos, and eventually Gaea just gets tired of having all these things floating around her like One Direction fans outside an arena, and so she does the only thing she can do, seeing as privacy screens haven’t been invented yet, and she gives birth to the sky and uses it as a makeshift veil. The sky’s name is Uranus, and, as it turns out, he’s virile as hell, because pretty soon he’s impregnated Gaea, and she gives birth to Oceanus, who is the divine personification of the sea, which means he’s totally wet and basically hates conflict, and then she gives birth to Kronos. Like his brother Oceanus, he’s a Titan, which means that he is part of the race of elder gods, along with their older siblings, including Thea, Rhea, Hyperion and Iapetos, among others, because condoms haven’t been invented yet, and let’s be honest, Uranus is totally the kind of guy who’d pretend that he couldn’t use them for reasons of girth.

Then, because this family isn’t fucked up enough already, Gaea gives birth to three giant monsters, the Hecatoncheires, who all have a hundred hands and fifty heads and can also control storms, which makes me wonder why they cast Halle Berry in X-Men and not just a hideous CGI conglomerate, and then she (Gaea, not Halle Berry) gives birth to three more monsters, each with one eye, called the Cyclopes. When Uranus sees his six new beautiful children, he’s all “wow, those came out of you? They must take after your side of the family,” and Gaea says “technically, you ARE my side of the family, sonsband,” and Uranus is like “shit, yeah, this is probably why incest is frowned upon, isn’t it? Anyway, I think you should just put them all back, to be honest,” and Gaea is like “what do you mean ‘put them all back’?” and Uranus is like “well, you know, back up the ol’ pipe,” and Gaea is like “say ‘pipe’ one more time and I’ll shove something up yours,” nobly resisting the urge to make a pun on his name, but Uranus is like “sorry, can’t hear you, I’m too busy shoving these gigantic monster children back into your womb,” and he’s not even lying.

Obviously, this causes Gaea some Problems, and so she decides that maybe it’s time to get rid of Uranus. When he’s asleep, probably dreaming about changing his name by deed poll, she gathers together all of her children – the ones who aren’t currently rolling around in her uterus, anyway – and she’s all “look, I’m going to level with you here. Your father is a dick. I could do so much better. I deserve Ryan Gosling, not some dude who thinks it’s OK to use my birth canal as a storage locker. I need your help, kids,” and then she takes out this absolutely massive sickle, and she says “this sickle is made of adamant, which is a radical new element that I made for this specific purpose. It’s stronger than Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson after a meal of spinach, and without meaning to blow my own trumpet, it really is the goddamn poodle’s privates. Like, if I were to create my own super powered mutant soldier, I’d probably coat his bones with this shit and maybe make him some awesome claws of the same stuff, because this? This stuff is nearly unbreakable. It’s totally fit for purpose,” and then her kids are like “by ‘purpose’, do you mean that you want us to use that sickle on our father?” and Gaea nods sagely and she’s like “I want you to use it all over him,” and her kids confer with one another, drawing some diagrams and making detailed notes, and then they turn back to her and say in unison “nope.”

Except they don’t say it completely in unison, because Kronos, the youngest of her Titan children, pipes up like “I know what needs to be done, grandma-mother,” and Gaea says “do you?” and Kronos nods and says “I do. I know exactly what you want me to do, 100%. I understand your plan completely. I volunteer,” and Gaea places her hand firmly on Kronos’ shoulder and grins and she’s like “grandson-son, let us put our shared plan into action,” and Kronos takes the sickle and he’s like “you can count on me, grandma-mother, I won’t let you down,” and Gaea probably just groans a bit because she’s still full of monster children.

Later that night, Uranus comes over to Gaea for a night of nocturnal naughtiness, and he’s about to cock his leg in a jaunty and arousing manner and be like “let us kiss with tongues, mother-wife,” when he hears this battle cry from behind him, and before he can turn around to see what the fuck is going on, Kronos has leapt on him with this massive sickle, and then Kronos raises the sickle above his big Titan head and brings it down in a swooping arc, right on Uranus’ dick. Like, that’s it. He just cuts it clean off, severing it right at the base, then throws it over his shoulder like salt in the Devil’s face, and Uranus just starts sobbing and says “for a Titan, that really wasn’t tight at all. I knew that having kids would be difficult, but this just absolutely takes the proverbial biscuit,” and he leaves, because there’s not a lot else he can do, really.

When he’s gone, Gaea turns to Kronos and she’s just like “you cut his dick off?” and Kronos nods proudly and says “our plan has come to fruition, mother,” and Gaea rolls her eyes and she’s like “I was thinking more along the lines of ruthless patricide, but I guess your idea also worked,” and Kronos wrinkles his nose and he’s all “what kind of monster would kill their own father? Balls or no balls, I still need the old guy to teach me how to throw a ball, y’know,” and Gaea just rolls her eyes and she’s about to make some remark about how a good father probably wouldn’t shove his kids back inside their mother, when Uranus’ testicles, which have landed in the sea, start to foam, and from the dick foam this beautiful woman emerges, and she’s like “I need two things. Firstly, I need a bath, because honestly, natural childbirth has absolutely nothing on what just happened to me, and secondly, I need a dry martini and a nubile young man,” and Gaea is all “literally who the fuck are you?” and the woman is like “I’m Aphrodite, and I really want to just reiterate that I’m covered in dick foam, so can we keep this conversation as brief as possible, like three seconds max” and Kronos is like “go to Cyprus, there are baths there beyond your wildest dreams,” and Aphrodite goes to Cyprus and presumably bathes in bleach for about three years.

Meanwhile, Uranus, hiding away in shame and anger, mutters under his breath something very sinister, something along the lines of “I hereby prophesy that the end of the Titans shall fall very soon, as they are overthrown by their own treacherous children and punished for their sins, signed Uranus xoxo.”

A whole bunch of time passes, and honestly, what happens next is incredibly complicated and involves more birth scenes than a director’s cut of Alien, but in a nutshell, a whole bunch of gods book a hotel room with each other, producing generations of gods, nymphs and other creatures. Kronos himself marries Rhea, his sister, and the two of them have a whole bunch of children, including Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Poseidon and Hades. Now, you’d think that Kronos, having seen the effect that bad parenting can have on a marriage and indeed a penis, might be a better father to his own kids than Uranus had been to him. You would be wrong. In fact, Kronos takes fatherhood to new lows. Having heard Uranus’ prophecy that he is fated to be overthrown by his own son, Kronos takes a leaf out of his father’s book and decides that the best place for his children is inside their parent. However, unlike Uranus, Kronos doesn’t put them back inside their mother; presumably remembering how THAT had turned out, he puts them inside himself instead, and swallows them whole, barely even tasting them. Honestly, I’m not sure why he didn’t chew them first, but whatever. He doesn’t.

After her brother-husband has eaten five of her children, Rhea begins to get a bit fed up (and honestly, why it took five attempts for her to get sick of this shit, I also have no idea; clearly, neither of them are Parent of the Year). So, when she becomes pregnant for the sixth time, she finds her mother-mother-in-law, Gaea, and she’s like “look, I know that Kronos was always your favourite son because of the time he helped you chop off dad’s dick, but now Kronos is BEING a dick, and I need your help,” and Gaea is like “Kronos stopped being my favourite child the moment he copied his dad and internalised his children. If only he could have taken after his mother more, and been awesome and totally opposed to infanticide. Well, I’ll tell you what; that son you’re carrying is going to save you from a life of matrimonial fatigue, but you have to do a couple of things first,” and Rhea says “just tell me what to do,” and Gaea is like “you have to run away, give birth in a magic cave, and pretend that your son is a rock,” and Rhea just sighs and she’s like “honestly, my kids are probably better inside Kronos’ digestive tract and away from this family unit,” but she does what Gaea asks.

So, when Rhea has given birth to her son – whom she names Zeus, which is a name you may be familiar with – she finds a huge rock and swaddles it, dressing it in a fetching babygro with the motif ‘DADDY’S LITTLE FLESH CHILD, MUMMY’S LITTLE NOT-A-GEODE’ and hands it to Kronos. Kronos takes one look at the rock and says “this baby has my eyes, darling,” and then promptly swallows it whole, completely falling for the trick, believing that he’s swallowed his fifth child. Rhea, presumably wondering if Kronos and the rock have more in common than she first thought, goes off to raise her baby in secret.

After a while, yet more time passes and Zeus grows up into an absolutely strapping young god, all bearded and muscled and, most importantly, not swilling around inside Kronos’ bowels, and Gaea is like “OK, grandson. The prophecy says that you will overthrow your father, so the first thing to do is to make him throw up,” and Zeus is like “why would I do that? When dad overthrew HIS dad, he got to use a phenomenal sickle, and I just get to use a bit of bad ham?” and Gaea says “firstly, you’re right, that sickle was fucking sick, and secondly, your father never chewed his food, and you have a few siblings who are probably very grateful for that, although honestly they’d be a tad less grateful if they’d ever had to sit opposite him at dinner, rather than inside him,” and so Zeus goes off to find Kronos.

When he finds him, he slips him an emetic herb, and Kronos immediately throws up his children, all covered in stomach slime but still alive and fully grown. Zeus is like “hey siblings, I’m Zeus, and honestly, I will never fully comprehend what you have been through, but I hope we can bond over this experience anyway,” and Hades is like “I think there’s a bit of partially digested carrot in my hair,” and Hera says “no, that’s just stomach lining, but you do have something unspeakable on your shoulder,” and Demeter says “thanks for saving us, Zeus, but dad looks super pissed that you just made him throw up his children,” and Kronos mutters “and that great bit of roast ham that I had for lunch.”

Zeus just shrugs and he’s like “well, there’s this prophecy which says that dad’s going to look defeat right in the face very soon and I’m going to be the one who puts it there, so honestly, I’m going to just let him have this one. I’d probably be angry too, if someone gave me a prophecy which told me that my child would overthrow me and I subsequently internalised that child for my own protection and suzerainty, only to have the child break free from my body somehow. Boy, that would really blow.“

Glaring at his family, just about managing to speak through his anger, Kronos snarls “you know what this means, son?” and Zeus sets his jaw into a rigid line, pushes his shoulders back so that his biceps look particularly rugged in his favourite white tank top, and then he digs into the pocket of his skinny black jeans and pops a tooth-pick into his mouth, chewing it with a pensive look on his face, and after a few tense seconds have passed, during which Kronos is just clenching his fists and trembling with unspent fury, Zeus says “yes, dad. This means war.”

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“You haunt me.” - EthanxReader smut

A/N: Sorry if the build up to the good stuff is a little long… I was trying to build up the tension as high as possible in order to create an intense scene. Hope it worked. XP

P.S. This is my first imagine post. Be kind. My tender little heart is fragile. XD

Warnings: Strong language, Aggressive behaviour, Graphic imagery, Sexual scenes

You giggled at the episode of Rick and Morty you were currently watching with Grayson and Ethan. You were staying overnight and this was one of the first times Ethan had stuck around while you were there. The air around him was foreboding. For reason unknown to yourself or Grayson, Ethan was not accepting of your presence. You had made friends with Grayson through social media and had only just moved to LA about a month beforehand. Everyone within Grayson’s social circle, liked you. Except Ethan, the most important person in Grayson’s life.

You were finding it impossible to relax. Everything you did seemed to earn coldness from Ethan. The kid was sat so far away from you and Gray. He’d made a point to go get a chair from the office because the opposite end of the couch just wasn’t far enough away from you. He played it off like he was trying to get a better TV viewing angle but it was clearly bullshit.

“Hey I’m gonna go get into my pj’s. I’ll be right back.” You said to Grayson, removing yourself from the crook of his arm and heading for his bedroom, where you’d dumped your overnight bag. You grabbed your pyjamas from your bag and your toothbrush before heading to the bathroom. After changing and brushing your teeth you headed back to the sitting room and were stopped in your tracks by the sound of Ethan’s disapproving voice.

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Unexpected Surprise Part 2

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared, Gen, Tom, and Shep.

Pairings: Jensen x reader and Jared x Gen

Word Count: 2100 ish

Warnings: Angst, Possible miscarriage, some fluff.

Thank you to @ellen-reincarnated1967 and @melissaj616 for all your help! 

Feedback is 100% welcome and appreciated!

It was the last week in June and you were getting so excited for Jensen to be coming back home. You were getting ready to head into the grocery store to pick up stuff to make Jensen his favorite dinner. As you were walking into the store you heard someone holler at you. You turn around and you see Gen and the boys coming your way. Tom and Shep’s faces light up when they look up and see you. Waiting until Gen stops the cart before jumping out and running over to you.

“Be careful boys, remember what we talked about. You don’t want to hurt the baby in Aunt Y/N’s tummy.”

“Oh yeah,” Tom says as he loosens the hold he has on you. He puts his hand on your growing belly asks, “So you have a baby growing in your tummy, Aunt Y/N?”

“Yup. I just came back from the doctor’s office and they told me that the baby should be here within a few weeks.” You told him enjoying how excited he was. He wasn’t very old when Gen was pregnant with Shep so he doesn’t really remember much about it.

“Are you going to be having a boy like me and Shep?”

“I don’t know yet. Uncle Jensen and I wanted to wait and find out together. So, when him and your daddy come back home in couple days then we’ll know if it’s a boy or a girl.”

“I can’t believe you’ve been able to make it this long without wanting to find out. When I was pregnant with the boys I wanted to find out as soon as possible. I don’t even think Jared was with me when we found out we were having Shep.” Gen told you pulling her cart to the side of the aisle so she would be out of the way.

“Well it hasn’t been easy that’s for sure. Every time I go past baby clothes I’m always tempted to call the doctor and have them tell me, but I know it means a lot to Jensen. And I really do want to find out together. It’s just not easy when you see your belly growing and not knowing whether you’re talking to a little baby boy or a little girl.” You tell her while rubbing your belly.

“Mommy can Aunt Y/N come over for a slumber party tonight?” Shep asked Gen while pulling on the hem of her shirt.

“Well you’ll have to ask her buddy. She might be busy.” Gen told him while looking up to you after she finished.

“Aunt Y/N do you wanna come over and have a slumber party with us?” Shep asked you while having the most pathetic look on his little face.

“I’d love to come over. I just need to finish grocery shopping and then go home and pack some clothes then I’ll come over to your house. Is that alright?” You asked him seeing a grin on him and Tom’s face when you accepted the invitation.

“Ok!” Shep and Tom said in unison running up and giving you a hug.

“Mommy did you hear that? Aunt Y/N is going to have a slumber party with us!” Shep told Gen still holding onto my leg.

“That’s great! Now we need to go home so we can get all the blankets and pillows into the living room. Maybe we can talk Aunt Y/N into making a fort with us later.” She said trying her best to get the boys out the door. They finally let go of you and followed Gen toward the door talking her ear off about everything they wanted to do this evening. She turned her head and said “See you later!” and you smiled and waved as her boys pulled her attention back to them.

You had finished your grocery shopping rather quickly and had begun to put everything up when you heard your phone ring. Looking down at the caller ID you saw that it was Jensen calling and you couldn’t answer fast enough.

“Hey beautiful.” He said after you had answered the phone. This man could make you blush even when he was hundreds of miles away.

“Hey Jay,” You said, trying – and failing-to hide how excited you are to talk to him.

“How’d the doctor’s appointment go? That was, today right?”

“Yeah it was today and it went really well. He said the baby was perfectly healthy and we should get to meet him/her within the next few weeks.”

“Oh baby that’s awesome! I’m so excited to come home so we can finally find out if it’s a boy or girl. It’s been killing me not knowing!”

“I know the feeling. Trust me.” You told him while rubbing your belly.

“Well my flight leaves tomorrow night at I think 10. So, we should be home at the latest 8 in the morning.”

“That’s fine. I’m staying the night at Gen’s. The boys want to have a slumber party so I guess we’re going to build a fort and watch movies in their living room. You could probably just come on over there in the morning.”

“Sounds like fun. Just promise me that you won’t overdo it. I know the doctor said that everything is ok but… Just be careful. If anything happened to you or the baby I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.” You could hear the worry in his voice and you could just picture him rubbing the back of his neck and running a hand down his face.

“I promise I’ll be careful.” You told him hoping it would comfort him.

“Well I gotta go baby. They’re calling me back.”

“I love you Jensen.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

And with that he hung up the phone and went back to work. You knew how hard this must be on him. He had been away for the first 3 months of your pregnancy and he felt like he was missing out on so much. He never said anything about it but you could tell by the looks on his face when you would video chat that he felt completely left out of everything. You tried to keep him up to date on everything by sending him pictures of the sonograms to telling him every little thing the doctor would tell you. You even video chatted with him one time right before going into the doctor’s office. But you knew it wasn’t the same, for him and for you.

It was close to 7 o'clock when you got to Gen’s and as you approached the door you could hear little bursts of laughter making you smile. Opening the door, you were greeted by Tom and Shep tugging on your clothes pulling you into the living room. When you walked in you saw all the necessities for a slumber party. There were cookies, pretzels, chips, bottles of water and juice, and of course a pepperoni pizza.

“Well it looks like we have everything we need to have an excellent slumber party!” You told Tom and Shep who had already grabbed a small bottle of juice from the coffee table.

“Boys is Aunt Y/N here yet? I thought I heard a car door shut.” Gen said while making her way into the living room carrying a small tray of assorted veggies.

“You are here,” She said laughing a little sitting the tray down on the coffee table.

“Have you talked to Jensen? Jared called earlier and said that their flight doesn’t leave until 10. I couldn’t believe that they had a flight going out that late.” She said crossing her legs as she sat on the couch.

“Yeah he called as I was putting away the groceries. I told him that I would be here when he got home and that he should just come on over instead of going to the house. I think he said they would be getting home around 8.” You told her grabbing a bottle of water and a few pieces of broccoli.

“Yeah it wouldn’t make much sense going home to an empty house when everyone will be somewhere else. And this is pretty much a home away from home for you guys anyway.”

“Mommy can we watch a movie now?” Tom ask Gen while taking a sip of his juice.

“Sure. What do you two want to watch?”

“Lion King!” Both boys answered. It was very rare for both boys to agree on a movie so when it happened it was always a shock.

After starting the movie, it wasn’t long before the boys had crashed. Tom had fallen asleep lying in the middle of the floor with a piece of pizza still in his hand. While Shep on the other hand had passed out all cuddled up next to Gen who was dozing in and out of sleep at the end of the couch. You had decided not to try and sleep on the floor. Getting down wouldn’t be a problem but trying to get back up in the morning would probably be very difficult. So, you headed upstairs to the guest room you and Jensen usually slept in while you were here. Pulling one of his t-shirts out of your bag you threw it on and breathed in the smell of your amazing husband, silently wishing he was here with you. After climbing into bed, it wasn’t long before you had fallen asleep.

When the alarm went off at 7 you wanted nothing more than to fall back to sleep but your body would not allow it. You tossed your legs over the side of the bed and made your way into the attached bathroom. The bathroom was beautifully decorated in a soft peachy color and white. Stepping into the shower you bathed rather quickly hoping that Gen and the boys hadn’t woken up yet. Hopping out of the shower, you dried off and tossed on a blue maxi dress with some white sandals and headed downstairs.

Thankfully Gen and the boys were still asleep in the living room. Quietly you walked into the kitchen, started the coffee, and began making breakfast. Knowing that Jared and Jensen would be here soon, you made sure you fixed enough pancakes and bacon for everyone and even a little extra. This was Jared and Jensen we were talking about and boy can they eat.

It was 7:45 when you heard Gen and the boys talking in the living room. Letting them have some time for themselves you set the table with 7 cups, plates and silverware, and a pitcher of orange juice. Just as you finished you heard two little feet smacking the hardwood floor coming into the kitchen.

“Good morning Aunt Y/N.” Tom said rubbing his eyes as he climbed up into his favorite chair at the table.

“Good morning Tom. Do you want some orange juice?” You asked him hoping he was awake enough to respond.

His eyes opened wide and a smile grew on his face. “Oh yes please! Orange juice is my favorite, but Shep doesn’t like it. He usually has milk instead.”

“That just means you can have his share of orange juice.”  You told him seeing a smile of excitement spread across his face.

Just as you sat his cup down you heard the front door close and your stomach filled with butterflies.

“Tom I think your daddy and Uncle Jensen are home.” You told him, surprised he hadn’t heard the front door close.

Shep, on the other hand, had definitely heard the door. “Daddy!” you heard him scream.

“Unca Jensen!” Tom said running straight for Jensen.

“Hey little buddy!” Jensen said as he pulled Tom into a bear hug.

“Did you know that Aunt Y/N is going to have a baby?! It’s growing in her belly. But mommy says we have to be really easy when we hug her so we don’t hurt the baby.”

“Your mommy is right about that. We don’t want to hurt the baby.” Jensen told him, putting Tom down and walking toward you.

“And we definitely don’t want to hurt Aunt Y/N.” He said pushing your hair back and pulling you into kiss.

“Hey beautiful.” Jensen said against your lips. “I missed you so much.”

Just then you felt something wet running down your leg. Stepping away from Jensen you looked down and you saw blood on your feet. You instantly started crying and grabbing your stomach, willing everything to be ok.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Jensen said, worry laced in his words. “Y/N!” He said again, putting his hands on both sides of your face forcing you to look at him. “What’s wrong?!”

You tried to answer him, but nothing would come out. After you caught your breath a little you were finally about to think a little clearer.

“Jensen I’m bleeding.” You told him through teary eyes. In that moment, you could see his world fall apart.

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jinseyetwitch  asked:

Idk if this Is the right place to ask for a fic probably is 😂 but I've been dying since the fly concert in chicago so may I pleasee have a smut with Jackson and mark ambw thanks boo love ya 😚😚😚

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“Hnng~ fuck yes just like that.” Eyes closed lips parted as you sprawled out on your bed sheets on your stomach. Your fingers buried inside of your panties, hips moving up and down against your fingers as you scissored out yourself hitting your spot dead on. Your teeth clamped onto your bottom lip as you thought about none other that Jackson and Mark in the most sinful ways. They were two of your best friends that you kept close with you always but lately you felt yourself looking at them a bit too much. Wanting them to do more than just give you hugs and little cuddles between the three of you. You wanted to be bouncing on dick’s and sucking off the other one while you were at it. Part of you felt bad for thinking of your best friends in that way but the other part didn’t think so bad of it.  

That’s why you were here trying to quickly finger yourself before they came over because getting a release before and after the seemed to be your ways for copping now. 

“Here we come -” You heard Mark’s cheerful voice before the door was pushed open rather harshly. Screaming you flailed to take your hand outside of your shorts rolling over onto your back watching them. Jackson chuckled softly as they came in to shut the door. Mark lifting an eyebrow grinning and you just wanted to slap those looks off their faces. 

“Told you she was rubbing it.” Mark said to Jackson winking at you.

“I told YOU!” Jackson shouted back at him giving him a playful shove. 

“Excuse the both of you because I’m right here and no the hell I wasn’t.” You lied a bit laying on your back trying to stop from taking the quick panting breaths as your legs lay sprawled out open for them to see you and what a sight you bet it was. 

“Sooooo, what were you doing then?” Mark asked approaching you as he tiled his head. 

“She was posing for playboy look how those panties hug those chocolate thighs. I mean look at those breast barely covered by that tank top or purple bra.” Jackson called out nodding towards you. He always made you flustered talking shit like that. And if they were any better! Jackson had on a tank top showing off his muscles and baggy skinny jeans. Mark had on a shirt that was cut down the sides revealing his body, and he just had on shorts that were showing a lot. 

“I. was just chilling on my stomach about to sleep until you fools came.” You nodded your head shutting your eyes looking off from their gazes because everyone told you that they could tell you were lying when you held their gaze. 

“Bull shit!” Mark yelled out grabbing your left wrist with his hand as Jackson grabbed the hem of your panties. Pushing them to the side, despite your flailing flustered state, Jackson leaned down between your legs letting his mouth press against your pussy. You didn’t even fight it moaning out a yes your free hand gripped his blonde locks as Mark sucked on two of your fingers giving a hum. Pulling back he tsked down at you gripping your hair roughly he made you look at him. Jackson was burying his face between your legs, his tongue thrusting in and out of your dripping cunt eating you like you were food. 

“Why did you lie to us -? All we ever do is want to help and treat you nice. Now instead of getting you off we have to waste time punishing you first.” Mark said with a fake pout on his plump lips. 

“Please- please punish me.” You cried out eagerly looking up at him with tears forming in your eyes from the mouth eating you out. Your hips trembling as you watched your best friend eat your body up. Leaning a hand down he pushed Jackson’s face harder against your pussy eliciting a groan as the man lapped at your folds. 

“That’s right Jackson eat that shit up.” Mark encouraged him crashing his lips against yours. It was a heated kiss full of teeth and tongue until he was sucking on your bottom lip shoving his tongue into your mouth. Jackson slapped at your thighs looking up at both of you make out he smirked against your folds happy that you finally stopped acting and gave in. But he had heard what Mark said and with a sigh he pulled back licking his lips clean and using his shirt to wipe off his chin chuckling at the cry from your lips of protest. 

“Bad girls don’t get cummies baby.” Jackson replied smoothly waiting until Mark was backing away from your lips to pull your body down the bed some. His hands worked at ripping open your white tank top discarding it on the floor. He un-clipped your bra from the front both him and Mark taking it off of you. 

“This body is amazing. I am glad we get to fucking punish you also for fucking waiting this long. You knew what you were doing! All this time with those short ass shorts or tight shirts showing off your breast. Having us over for your little ‘slumber parties’ just so you could touch yourself and moan a bit too loud. You knew we heard you!” Jackson growled rolling his hips against yours causing another groan to leave your lips. He wasn’t all the way wrong which is why you didn’t deny it just use your voice to mutter out soft fake “I’m sorry’s” here and there batting your eyelashes. 

“We will see.” Mark promised you before he slapped the inside of your thigh. “On your knees, ass up. Jackson go first.” Mark said softly as he moved to take off his shirt. 

It didn’t take Jackson long to completely rid himself of his clothing, his hardened shaft slapping his lower stomach as he moved to sit against your headboard with his legs spread wide. His large hand gripped his member stroking it slowly he watched you on all fours. He was thicker than you expected, your mouth watering at how it would be to taste him inside of your cavern. 

“Be good, take these spankings. And don’t cum until I tell you too. Then I will fuck you deal?” Mark asked as he stood on the side looking at you. Your eyes tore away from Jackson and his sinful state so that you could nod your head up at Mark. 

He grinned leaning down to kiss on your left ass cheek. It had you flustered but it didn’t stop the moans from escaping your lips as he ran his tongue along the outlines of your ass dipping under the bottom crevices to lick the skin there as well, and suddenly you felt yourself growing shy in front of them both because you couldn’t hold it in. Mark pulled back going to your dresser he grabbed the baby oil pouring it on your ass and setting the bottle down he rubbed it in with his hands before he started to slap your ass giving you licks. Each one seemed to sting a little more, your body jumping as he spanked you with his left hand targeting your cheeks. 

“Pay attention to meet too baby.” Jackson tapped your cheek with his hand. You looked at him before down at his dick crawling up a bit you licked around the slit of his head, earning a hissing sound from the male. You leaned down to wrap your lips around his tip, slowly sucking on him you looked up at him and he was meeting your gaze. His lips open in the form of a ‘o’ he didn’t move his hips just let you work. Mark was still behind you slapping your cheeks until the flesh was hot in his hand. 

Your lips pushed down farther onto Jackson’s dick as you took more of his thick dick into your mouth. Sucking on him, slurping every now and then you started a pace of bobbing your head up and down slowly. He fist the sheets beside him watching you. Your upper body was down more, your ass in the air as you took your slaps like a good girl. Though your eyes were tearing up you loved the pain. Mark added two fingers in one go inside of your pussy. Pushing them in deeply he held them there, not moving them as he put more oil on your ass letting some drip down your crack. His thumb rubbed up and down the puckered entrance of your ass hole before he started to move his fingers slowly in and out of you continuing to spank you. 

Jackson growled in the back of his throat when you took almost all of him in, your plump pink lips taking him in was almost too much for the male. The way your brown body reacted to everything that was happening to it, how beautiful you were when your eyes were dripping wet from your near tears, breast so perky and brown nipples hard rubbing against the sheets. He took it all in. His hands gripped at your hair tightly so that he could push your mouth down onto his dick making you deep throat him as he rolled his hips up thrusting into your mouth. Jackson would hold your head down on the base of his dick making you take it all before he pulled back letting you breathe every now and then. He kept it up repeating it until you were crying because your throat was being fucked into roughly and the slapping of your ass didn’t help it. Mark was making it hard for you not to come pressing his fingers against your spot rolling them and fucking with the entrance to your asshole. 

Your body was on fire and you tried to concentrate on something other then the spit dripping down your chin onto Jackson’s thighs and balls. The wet sound of your liquids rushing out of your pussy as Mark fingered you. Your stomach tightened up and you wanted to cum you wanted to so much and you think Mark knew it as well. Pulling back from you Mark watched as your body reacted to the orgasm denial squirming and almost falling onto the bed as Jackson kept a steady pace of thrusting in and out of your mouth. You were whining around Jackson’s large shaft causing him to groan out more and curse.

“Bad girls don’t get cummies. Are you sorry?” Mark asked bending down over the bed to look you in the face as he eyed your tears falling onto your brown puffed cheeks. You nodded your head as Jackson pulled back to let you talk but no words came out you just gave nods. “I don’t think she is.” Mark commented. 

“Me neither.” Jackson agreed before he pushed your head back down onto his dick. Mark reached a hand down to pinch your nose shut cutting of your air both ways and you cocked and gagged on Jackson’s shaft. Your eyes getting wide as you let more tears stream down your face. As soon as you were looking light headed Jackson pulled you back up by your hair as Mark let your nose go. Swallowing air you breathed harshly your chest heaving. 

“Are you sorry?” Mark asked again.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry Mark please forgive me it won’t happen again please!” You shouted feeling your arms tremble as you looked up at him. He thought for a quick second and honestly you thought he would tease you more but he didn’t. Grinning he nodded his head looking up at Jackson. 

“Switch?” He asked and Jackson let your hair grow, your scalp screaming in protest but the sexually frustrated side took over wanting more. Jackson got up to move behind you getting your legs spread open more so that he could rub his thumb against your dripping puffy folds slapping your ass to let the sound resonate through the room and jiggle in front of him. Mark stripped off his clothes before he was getting on his knees in front of you tapping his dick against your lips. “Open up for me?” He asked you sweetly. 

Jackson was the first to push inside of you, his dick was wet from your spit and from the juices you dripped against him as he waited for you to get ready. He gripped at your hips starting a slow pace thrusting in and out of you. Rolling his hips from time to time he focused on filling you up. Grazing his dick against your walls and angling different way so that he could find your spot quickly. Mark on the other hand was thrusting in and out of your mouth. His hand gripping the back of your head to keep you in pace so that he could face fuck you. Enjoying how your tongue mapped out his veins and the slit of his head he encouraged more from you the wrapping of your tongue around his shaft and the shaky hands playing with his balls. He felt his stomach tighten up but he held out looking at Jackson slam into your body to make you shake was just too much for him. 

Mark groaned rolling his head back shutting his eyes so that he could breathe through his nose playing in your hair. Jackson was slapping your ass kneading the flesh and leaning down he bit into one of your ass cheeks reaching a hand around to rub at your wet clit. It was almost an instant reaction. More moans leaving your lips to give Mark more pleasure as your hips fought back against Jackson’s your stomach tightening up quickly because of the orgasm you had lost previously. In a few more thrusts Jackson had you cumming on his dick, his hand not stopping on your clit roughly pulling you out of your orgasm he kissed up your back and whispered sweet words against your ear getting you turned on again as he spilled his cum inside of you. Pulling out of you after a while Jackson leaned down to clean up his mess as Mark held himself still in your mouth waiting for the male to get done eating you out. 

“Lay on your side.” Mark breathed out softly before he pulled his hardened dick out of your mouth. He moved behind you as you laid on your side. Mark lifted up your right leg gently a great contrast compared to how hard and rough Jackson fucked you not that you minded at all. 

Jackson lay against the headboard watching as Mark slide inside you from behind holding your leg with his arm under your knee causing your leg to bend. Mark used his free hand to wrap around your head and turning your head towards his, he kissed you again one hand gripping on your breast as you made out. He pushed in and out of you at a gentle slow pace. Slowly fucking you and building up your orgasm. For some reason this made you even more turned on despite what you had just went through. Mark’s tongue slipping in your mouth to suck on your tongue as his hand cupped your pussy he made sure he was always entering inside of you and pulling out. He groaned softly breaking the kiss sometime later to ask if you liked it and how it felt. He was making your body melt against the sheets, your hand tangling into them so that you could hold onto something.

Jackson enjoying the show but not wanting to be left out moved to crawl towards you taking you into one of his own kisses that were passionate and made you dizzy. Your hands gripped at his hair as you kissed him back for the longest time. Your chest rising and falling fast while they both treated you like a goddess. Mark sped up his hips a bit still trying to take it slow he angled his hips to make his dick press against your spot time and time again. The soft wet noises of hips slapping against each other could be heard through the room. 

Jackson broke the kiss leaning down to suck on your hardened breast taking his time with each one, circling his pink tongue around your dark brown perky nipples. He played with them sucking on them until you were throwing your head back from that stimulation and the stimulation on your clit by Mark’s fingers begging him to cum again. He pushed you into your second orgasm of the day, cumming with you because it was hard to hold it inside of him after waiting so long to release. 

Mark didn’t pull out of you, he just laid behind you holding onto you caressing your sides gently. Jackson laid down in front of you kissing you sweetly until you fell asleep from exhaustion between the both of them.


Honestly I’m so sorry I couldn’t write this sooner BUT DAMN GIRL I TRIED TO MAKE UP FOR IT<3 

It Doesn’t Matter - Part 3

Paring: Bucky x Reader x Steve

Warnings: Slight Swearing, Angst.

Words: 2,813

A/n: ASDFGHJKL I’M SO BAD AT WRITING SUMMARIES I’M SO SORRY. P.s. I’m going to be having exams and a new semester to worry about so I might not be as active (but I’ll still be writing this damn story because I’m in love with it.)

Summary: Steve always knew his soulmate was Bucky. The only problem with this was the fact that Bucky’s soulmate was someone else.

Chapter Summary: When suspicions are confirmed, hearts are broken.

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Random (and some nsfw) Junkrat headcanons that are somehow extremely common and agreed on but not widely shared:

- Junkrat love slumber parties and loves gossiping over nail painting or gair braiding

- Junkrat paints ppl on his bombs and even gives them as actual gifts

- He’s either got problems listening or has bad hearing

- He’s got a damn great booty

- fucking clueless about everything but still really smart

- has tiny balls or one missing (or none, lol whatever u think is in his pants, man. If not, smol tiddies)

- fucking ace at blowies

- will die for roadhog and just wants him to be happy