#cos ya know you'd think no one's gonna be there

[spider999sposts]

...while I kept you like an oath. —Miguel O'Hara

🕸previous writings: part 1

🕸synopsis: miguel is done keeping you his secret

🕸tags: fem!reader × Miguel O'Hara

🕸warning: suggestive dancing, but that's about it.

🕸authors note: wanted to make up for the asshole miguel in part 1!

It's been a full week. 7 days, 9 hours, and 10 minutes ever since what had unfolded at his birthday.

And not a single day passed without Miguel watching you.

He had his eyes glued to the monitors every night. Watching you in your own universe. You stopped being a superhero, and surprisingly that did not break the canon, everyone was allowed to take breaks after all.

Everyday he watched you. He watched you go back to your boring job as a photographer in that horrid journalism job some of your variants' kind share. He watched you grab your coffee in the afternoon, and he watched you interact with your co-workers. It made his blood boil whenever he saw one of them flirting or trying to make a move on you, and yet he could do nothing about it.

Events of the last day he saw you played in his head. The words 'I don't want to be with a man who is so horrified to be with me.' played in his head over and over, like it was some broken record. You just didn't get it, did you? Perhaps he was being too rough too. He might be standoffish and harsh, but he was self aware. Once he got over his pride, guilt washed over his senses. He spent two days of the seven trying to convince himself that nothing would happen to him if you never saw each other again.

And now here he was. At 2 AM. Staring at his monitors with blood red eyes. You'd realised early on that he would be watching you through your gizmo, so you turned it off. When you did, he asked Jess to go and set up a small device to make him be able to see you. Jess told him to just talk to you, but he somehow thought this was the better idea.

He rubbed his eyes. In your universe, the time was the same. It was the weekend tommrow, you were watching that god-awful hispanic soap opera you used to watch with him. You had dozed off on the couch, while the TV was still on.

"Um, boss, this isn't healthy.." LYLA chirped. Miguel rolled his eyes and got up, waving her away. She zipped to his other side to avoid having her hologram glitch. "You should speak for once."

"LYLA."

"I am just saying. You can't keep watching through monitors like a creeper! Do you know what we do with creepers? We gouge out their peepers—"

"Spare me." He moved away from her, getting off his platform. He knew his little assistant was right though. How come a man who is so obsessed with fixing things in the whole wide multiverse, cannot even muster up the courage to love you as loudly and proudly as he could? And to admit that he's wrong?

He needed to do something. And he needed to come up with it, quick.

                                        ----

Hobie visited you queit often after what transpired. You cried on his shoulder for a while, and he did everything he knew to do to comfort you. In his odd little ways.

Today was no different. You were sitting on your couch, eating some ice cream, when Hobie portalled in. It was an odd way to enter but you've gotten used to his antics.

"Hey, Hobie. Come sit, the show is about to start—"

"Oi, listen.." He sits next to you, his colours changing then finally setting on yellow. "Let's get ya out today, huh? I have a little something planned for you."

"I don't want to go to your punk concerts, Hobie, I get too overstimulated by all the—"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Don't worry, it ain't that," He couldn't believe he was doing this. Following orders. But he wouldn't do it if he knew it wouldn't help. "Just a little something. Some people in HQ miss you, ya know? We planned a little get together, thats all." That was half the truth at least.

You were a bit suspicious of him, but you put your ice cream aside. "Are there gonna be drinks?"

"Lots of em."

"The Unnamed?"

" 'M starting to think I got you addicted." He laughed, "Come on, get off your bum."

You 'got off your bum' and walked over to your room, changing the oversized shorts and tee to something a little more presentable. You returned after making sure your hair looked well and your face looked okay, noticing Hobie had already opened the portal.

He moved before you both could enter it, putting a blindfold around your eyes. "What's this for?"

"A kink of mine." He joked.

"I am older than you, y'know?"

"Age is a conceptual idea...unless you're a child, or something, then age is good...—I'm saying that children cannot mingle with adults even if age is—"

You laughed at his stumbling, and you patted...his chest? His shoulder? You couldn't really see. "I've got it, Hobie."

You heard him murmur under his breath, then he led you through the portal. You haven't felt this nauseous before, and it wasn't the universe-jumping.

When Hobie said some people in HQ miss you..he couldn't possibly mean him, right?

Your thoughts were intruppted when you felt the cold summer breeze on your bare skin. Hobie's hand left your shoulder, and you felt him move behind you. "Pretty chilly." And queit. A little too much.

When he removed the cloth from around your eyes, you got ingulfed in a tight embrace. By multiple people.

You could see tufts of blonde hair at your shoulder, and a pregnancy bump pressed against your side. There was also something..crawling.

When everyone loosened their grip, Mayday slid right into your arms. "Ah, that's where the crawling was coming from." You chuckled, giving her a little hug. "God, It's been a week and we already miss you." says Jess. She looked glowing. As she has the whole period of her pregnancy. A hand slung around your shoulder, "Yeah, Mayday and I missed you! Mayday especially. You know how she never eats her vegetable puree except when you feed it to her." You chuckled at Peter's comment. "I've missed you too, guys." You reached over and messed up Gwen's hair. After you caught up with your friends, a few other people came over and talked to you.

It was after a few moments that you realised that you were, once again, on the roof of the Spider Society HQ. It was a casual party it seems, like the ones you had every weekend. You looked over at Hobie and raised your brows. He grinned at you, and even though he was trying to play it cool, he knew you had him figured out. His colour changed from the usual grey to a pinkish hue.

"Hobie Brown, did you lure me here just to bring me back to the HQ?"

"A man never tells his secrets."

You chuckled, but took a long pause after. Your eyes met his for a moment.

"Did he tell you to bring me here?"

Hobie's colours went a deeper shade of pink, but he still had that stoic look on his face.

Before he could answer you, Gwen and Pavitir pushed him into the dance floor. He looked at you, almost remorseful. Just almost.

You did not see Miguel anywhere, so you just retreated to the bar, seeing that Lego Spiderman was bartending. You asked for Hobie's drink but he looked clueless to what you just ordered, so you just told him to grab you a soda. When he asked for what kind, you just set your head on the counter.

You could hear him trotting away.

You didn't want to be here. You didn't want to see him, and you knew Hobie probably has good intentions but you didn't want to return. At least this soon.

You sighed, but as soon as you raised your head, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. Your senses were going off. Someone was watching you, and you had a pretty good idea on who it might be. Yet when you looked behind you, you saw nothing but the dancing crowd.

Unknown to you that Miguel was just a few steps away. Dodging your gaze as much as he could.

"Breath unregulated. Heartbeat rate is getting higher—"

"Give it a rest, LYLA."

"Maybe I will, but you need to go before you experience a stroke."

Bothered, he shooed her away, but she just appeared on his other side.

"Rude." She mumbled, adjusting her crooked glasses. "Come onnnn, the hard part was getting this whole thing planned right? And it's going so smoothly."

For an AI built by one of the multiverse's greatest geniuses, she had no idea how hard it was. For a man as prideful as him, admitting he is wrong is the hard part.

He just cleared his throat, and held his head up high as he made his way towards the counter.

He noticed the soda can you were sipping on, and a hum came out of him.

"No odd drinks today, It seems."

You chuckled. Sarcastically. And you didn't look at him.

'Comienzo brillante.' He thought.

He leaned on the counter, trying to get a look at you. You weren't even paying any attention to him. It bothered him, there was a feeling in his chest, clawing at him. He knows he deserves this, every action has its equal opposite reaction.

"You came back to my little club-house." That came out meaner than he meant it to be, but it was not his intention. It got you to go at him though. His features softened. Your eyes had a red hue around them, from all the crying, he presumed.

"I didn't. Hobie dragged me here."

For once in his life, Hobie listened to him. Maybe only because he realised how truly misrable Miguel was when he walked in on him watching you through the monitors.

"But you still came."

"I did not know where he was taking me." You replied shortly, putting down your soda. Miguel hummed, "I told him to bring you here."

That made you shoot a glare at him. Thank god, any reaction to his words was enough for him. It showed him that you still cared.

"Yeah, I guessed."

He raised his leg on the foot of your bar chair, and he leaned closer. This was odd. He was at a very close proximity to you, infront of everyone.

"We need to speak." He said firmly, tilting his head at you. "Do we only need to speak when you decide? What if I don't want to speak with you?" Oh, you were trying to get back at him. He couldn't lie, it irritated him. He was a patient man once, but that was long ago.

"But you do." His red irsis glanced at your lips. He was so close that you could smell his musky cologne. It took every muscle in your body not to react to him. You were furious with him, but you could not help it. Your body gave in naturally to him. Put both of you in the same room, and no matter how much you feel like you hate him, no matter how much he upset you, your attraction to Miguel was almost animalistic. Resisting him was like resisting the tides when the moon was closest to the earth.

Almost impossible.

"I–I don't." You didn't like faltering infront of him. You didn't want to show him how he has this hold on you.

Miguel reached up to your face, pushing a few strands of stray hair behind your ear. It was a gentle gesture, and a very obvious one. You pulled away, "What are you doing–"

"For God's sake–" He sighed when you pulled away. "–I...I'm trying to. I'm trying to do something."

"Do something? Miguel, it's been a week since you saw me and—and—" You stood up, your head at level with his chest. "You tell Hobie to bring me here just to play these mind games—"

"¡Dìos Mìo!, I am trying to apologise!"

That was a little too loud. He slammed his hand on the counter and the clap sound it made made some people turn their heads towards the both of you. But their stares didn't last long, Gwen had quickly moved to change the song as to distract them.

You were both staring at each other now. You were panting. His chest was heaving, you could feel his hot breath on the top of your head.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit he only did when he was so stressed he couldn't think straight. He took in a deep breath, calming himself down. You could see it. How his face contorted and how the veins in his forehead stopped protruding.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, his fingers brushing against yours. "I'm sorry I called you childish, and made you feel naïve when that is not the case." He looked geniune, as geniune as the night he told you he loved you. "You were pretty reasonable. I was the one who.." He struggled a bit to spit it out, but when he did, a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. "...who was wrong."

You weighed his words for a moment.

"Okay." is all that came out of your mouth. Miguel felt like that was not enough.

"Okay?"

"Yes, okay."

"¿Quieres volverme loco?"

[Do you want to drive me mad?]

You laughed at his question. His harsh features softened at the sound.

"I accept your apology. Is there anything else you wanted to say?" He did not acknowledge your biggest concern. If you were to return to him, you were going to do it on your terms now, not his. And so far, putting aside the face–touching and the finger–brushing, he had not came front with how your relationship was to resume.

Miguel looked across the dance floor, and Hobie gave him a small nod. A song, very familiar to the both of you began playing.

Your eyes widened but you said nothing. Miguel, though, extending his hand to you.

"I owe you a dance,."

"Ah, no, sorry, I can't. You know we can't."

"Aye, Deja de ser terca, hermosa."

[Stop being stubborn, beautiful]

His eyes were practically pleading you. And maybe, just maybe, you couldn't keep up with this tension anymore.

You let him lead you to the dance floor. You felt the eyes of everyone on the both of you. The music got louder.

Miguel's strong arms wrapped around your waist, securing you near him. You both swayed to the beat. His head was lowered enough, you could hear him mumble the lyrics, "Y hemos de darnos un beso...Encerrados en la luna"  He twirled you, then brought you back to his chest. "You're a good dancer." You mumbled to him, and he chuckled. "Thank you."

"And a good singer. Didn't know you liked to sing."

"I don't." His arms tightened around your waist, as his lips brushed against your ear. You gasped, your hand holding onto his bicep. "You can just say, I really like this song."

"Andale, eres secreto de amor..." He twirled you again, his hands seemed to get lower and lower by the minute. First they found the small of your back, then, you felt them around your hips. The beat of the song seemed to have changed completely. It was much more sensual now.

Miguel picked up on that, and he turned you around, hips grinding against yours. The friction made your legs wobble. You set your back against his hard chest, and when you did, he bucked forwards, still very much grinding against you. You could feel everyone's eyes on you, you could see how they were staring. Whispering.

"Miguel, they're watching u—" You felt his lips on your neck. He left a tender kiss under your ear, "I know." He whispered. "I thought—"

"You speak too much." He rasped out, his voice strained. You felt his hands roam around your hips again, and before you could register, he turned you around and set his forehead against yours. "I can't control myself around you. I don't like that." He began, closing his eyes. "I don't like not being in control."

"I know."

"But," His eyes opened, and this time, that look in his eyes that you couldn't decipher from last time was present. But you know what it was now.

Desire. Utter and pure desire.

"I'd rather not lose you over my pride."

That was it for you. You cupped his face, and he instantly knew what to do. With one hand pulling you in by the waist, and the other on your cheek. Your lips collided, and when they did, you forgot about space and time. He kissed you dizzy, like his only mission was to make you forget what he'd done, or at least, to make up for being such an asshole, and by the time he was done, you had already forgiven him.

"Swear on my mother, you need to get a room." came a sound from behind you. You laughed at Hobie's comment, but Miguel did not. However, he flashed you a playful, boyish grin. "For once, he is right."

"Miguel."

"Scientifically, it would make us feel better." His large palms squeezed your hips, and you squealed a little. "And you know, we should do it to make sure there are no negative underlying feelings."

"Ah."

"It would break the multiverse if we don't do it."

"And of course, the.." You imitated his voice, making it sound deeper than it actually is. "..'fate of the multiverse' is more important than everything, no?"

He cupped both your cheeks again, this tenderness was new. You could get used to this. "Not everything." He whispered.

There was a cold metal against your warm skin, you took a glance at his hand and smiled.

"You kept it."

"Ah, yes, my 'fucking' birthday gift." You shared a laugh, continuing to sway. He pulled a similar box to the one you gave him from his pocket, and handed it to you. You furrowed your brows, "What for?"

"Consider it an apology."

When you opened it, there was a ring similar to his. A promise ring just like the one you gave him.

Engraved inside was today's date. There were words engraved inside of it as well.

'Till the multiverse do us part.'

"Hm."

"You don't like it?"

"Very corny for a man like you."

"You're the one who gave me a promise ring first. We are not 17."

"And yet, you still wear it."

He chuckled at your remark.

"And yet, I still wear it."

#across the spiderverse #atsv pavitr #gabriella o’hara #gwen stacy #hobie brown #into the spider verse #lyla spiderverse #marvel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #astv miguel #miguel x reader #miguel x y/n #atsv hobie #i love miguel #hobie x y/n #miles morales #the prowler #spiderman across the verse #spiderman 2099 #spider noir #spider punk #spiderman #peter parker #peter b parker #peni parker #secret relationship #mary jane parker #marvel cinematic universe

[greenerteacups]

Hi! Just wanted to say the latest chapter is lovely & amazing & sweet & had me smiling the whole time! I absolutely love your characterisation of everyone, especially Draco, so it was so so lovely to return to this world & to his thoughts!! with his best friend and crush at malfoy manor no less! All the yearning is already off to a great start hehe I am so excited for the rest of book 5!

Wanted to ask you how has it been for you to write this new book and volume? Has your writing process changed since when you’d first begun taking on a long form project like this?

& also are there any moments or surprises in this book that you’re especially excited about?

sending so much love & gratitude for you and your incredible works 💓

Thank you so much! This is really encouraging, I so appreciate it.

Inasmuch as I can use this metaphor without having kids myself, I sort of see each of the books as a different child. The first one flew out in basically a few weeks of very intensive writing, and it was a total dream — plot, pacing, symbolism, major beats, all fell into place basically without effort. The character stuff was the hardest, as I've written about before, but even then, the glorious part of writing beginnings is it's the most energy you'll ever have for a project, so the lows were pretty soft lows. Book 2, in contrast, I had to drag kicking and screaming by its ankle from under the bottommost mattress of my brain. It's one of my least favorite books (tone problem; COS has killer plot/setting/ingredients for a YA novel, but it's stuck in the doldrums of Harry Potter's well-documented Early-Installment Weirdness, before Cedric Diggory slams the gas and upshifts the whole series into its correct age bracket). More specifically, once I'd gone through and picked out everything in the book that happened because of Lucius, I didn't have a plot — hey alexa how do you rewrite Chamber of Secrets when We Got No Fucking Chamber Of Secrets — and oh by the way, even if you want to do a moody tone/political setup book, remember that your protagonists are still twelve, so if you go too dark or too intense, you'll risk torpedoing your readers' suspension of disbelief. Good luck, Charlie.

Book 3 felt the most like its own novel, if that makes sense? It's the last truly feel-good book of the series; it's a great stand-alone mystery novel with relatively low stakes. Plus you get a bunch of the big series icons: patronuses, dementors, werewolves, Hogsmeade, the Marauders' Map, and time turners arithmancy. It just felt like a good old-fashioned motherfucking romp of a mystery/adventure story, before any of the complex character work and major stakes of the late books come in.

Book 4 was the most fun I've had writing anything maybe ever. I don't even know what it was. Maybe the tournament arc, honestly? Love me a tournament arc. But in any case, I opened every new chapter feeling a tingle of excitement for what I was gonna get to do. Oh, and the romance started, finally, Jesus God (if it feels like a slow burn reading, just imagine what it felt like writing it, when everything takes ten times as long, and you have to figure out how to word the fucker.)

Book 5, in contrast, has felt much less like that tingle of "here we go!" and more like "oh, man, this is gonna be cool." Because this is the arc of the story that composed the original idea for Lionheart, literally years ago, and to be honest, I didn't think I'd get this far! If you'd asked me "do you know that it's going to take you 500,000 words of backstory before you can start writing that concept you're thinking about, and you're going to do it anyway?" I would have said: "absolutely not, strange mind-reader!" But like... I'm here! Finally! And it's... real now? Like, this isn't just a bunch of clips of scenes in my head anymore! That's rad!

That being said, it's definitely been slower than Book 4, because I kept switching back to my outline document to make sure that certain things were set up properly, and that I hadn't lost any of the plot threads or forgotten a minor beat that was vitally important for the story three chapters later. And I had a minor crisis about three months ago when I ripped out about 8 chapters in the first third of the book — basically everything from September to December — because I'd done a readthrough to check pacing (big mistake! never edit while drafting, that's satan talking) and realized I had a missing storyline. Like, there was a whole layer of the story that was just. Missing. Not there. And the existing text really couldn't fit another thread, so instead of taking weeks to pore through and try to sift out what I could save, I needed to factory reset and start over. And I didn't want to! I vividly remember sitting there with my head in my hands, trying not to weep, because I'd decimated 90,000 words of work in a single edit. But it had to be done. Because the story wasn't going to work. And now (hopefully) it will.

And of course, there's still that sense of excitement and exhilaration from before. Always. But whereas Book 4 felt like a delicious chocolate pudding, Book 5 is a medium-rare steak.

(Book 6, so far, is four shots of espresso and a whiskey chaser. FWIW.)

#greenteacup asks #lionheart #lionheart spoilers #dramione

[glitchadeli]

Alrighty, I've been meaning to upload this to Tumblr for a WHILE but I knew it was gonna be a lot of texting / explaining so I had to brace myself for all of it LMAO! Get ready for a LONG explanation about all these guys!! ^^

~

These are the 'main' next gens for my TAWoG AU, which I dubbed a long time ago the "String of Fate" AU (SoF) - if you saw my 'intro' post to my AU you'd know that my AU started differently - that is true!

When I first started my AU I had a whole story planned, I wanted to write it like a full on fanfiction with chapters 'n storylines!! However I.. am not confident in my writing. Over time I got less and less confident in my ability to write the stories - I found the medium of making a timeline to be MUCH more simple so that's what I started doing! It made it easier to say "hey this event happens here" and it just became my preferred way of telling the 'story'.

So eventually I will have a whole post explaining the entire timeline of my AU but that's still in the works if I'm being honest. I still have some storylines that need to be finished. (They're not big elaborate storylines btw, some of them are just mini arcs that some characters go through. My AU isn't super serious, it has its moments, but for the most part I wanted it to be fun!! Ya know?)

For now I at least wanna introduce everyone since my AU has tons of characters. (Lots of next gens lol) so starting off with the Watterson boy's kiddos. (Anais has her own family too but they'll get their own chart / explanation eventually!) I just think it's easier to stick to Gum and Dar's kids first anyway!! Gumball ends up with Rob and they have 6 kids, 1 of them biologically being Penny's but Rob sees Cas as his own. (and Cas see's Rob as more of a parent than Penny (something to be explored later) so yeah!) Lemme introduce everyone properly ~

-

There's Caspian (Cas), Zipper (Zip), Cosette (Cos/Cozy), Elliot (Eli) and then the twins - Roe and Rem! (Cas and Zip joke that they're twins too because they're 3 days apart in age.)

I explained how Cas came to be in this post - so I won't go over it too much, what I WILL explain is Zip since his existence has confused a few people. "How is he 3 days younger than Cas?" / "How did 2 males have a kid?" / ect.

I won't explain the story aspects juuuust yet so all you need to know is - Rob went all science-y and took some of Gum's DNA. Mixing it with his own to create a kid - which is Zip. Zip was born from an 'artificial womb' / incubator for anyone wondering. I know that's not realistic but this is TAWoG we're talking about.. I could literally say Rob sneezed which caused Zip appeared and it could be canon. It doesn't matter if 'two males can't have kids' - they can in this fictional universe!! So get over it ~

Anyway, Cas was born on November 10th (1992 - yes my AU even has the years figured out LOL) and Zip was born 3 days later on November 13th. Skipping some story stuff; Rob and Gum have their first child together / after marriage, which is Cosette. She's born when Cas/Zip are 7. (Gum is 24 and Rob's 25 for anyone who was wondering.) Then Elliot was born 3 years later and then 2 years after that were the twins! Gum and Rob love their little big family very much <33

-

Then we get to Darwin's family - he's a single dad and his kids are Pearlene (Pearl), Lilith and Kid.

Pearl was just like him - a sentient pet who grew a connection in order to 'grow legs' (except she already had legs.. being a lotl so.. she grew lungs LOL). Her connection is to both Cas AND Zip! (Unlike Darwin being 2 years younger than Gum, Pearl is only 1 year younger than Cas/Zip.)

Then there's Lilith. She… oh man she's a weird creature. I don't even know how to explain her.. so she'll get her own post eventually!! (Cause Echo was the one who created the idea of her species so I'll try to have Echo's help in explaining them - Echo has one in their AU too!! His name is Kevin. I love Kevin. ANYWAY-) Lilith is just a creature™ and we love her :)

Aaaand finally there's Kid - a puppet come to life - situation. His whole story is still being finalized but let's just say.. certain puppets were involved. A certain purple one. A certain blue/green/yellow one. And a certain clown-based one. If you know you know. Darwin loves his babies very very much! <33

"Glitch, why is Darwin not with anyone / Carrie?" - Honestly that's just because… I don't know who I ship him with..?

Darwin was my first ever true comfort character but when I got into the show literally the Halloween episode (1st indication he ever liked Carrie) was still a NEW episode so I wasn't sure how I felt about the ship. And now as an adult… the age gap really throws me off. I'm sure 'ghost years' might be different or the show was just joking about the 300+ thing but… being 327 and dating a 10 year old… it just… makes me feel uncomfortable. So in my AU - Darwin and Carrie break up at some point in their early teen years. (er well.. Darwin's anyway.) They're still good friends and there's no bad blood whatsoever!!

As for why Darwin doesn't end up with anyone - I just don't have anyone in mind. As a joke I did wanna set him up with Hot Dog Guy but that doesn't really work for reasons I'll explain later. and I know some people ship Dar and Julius but the age gap there made it worse for me too. (In my AU Julius is like.. 6 years older than Darwin. I just always felt he was much older so I could see them being friends, but nothing more. Sorry Julwin shippers.) - but yeah, honestly I think Darwin's fine as a single dad - he's great and having Gum 'n Rob's support they're like a team, it all works out!!

-

"Glitch, what did you mean you couldn't have Guy and Darwin together?" … There’s a character limit here so I.. have to make a 2nd post about the partners!! I’ll link it here though!! ^^

Link to the explanation about the partners is here <- !!

#the amazing world of gumball #tawog #tawog gumball #tawog rob #gumball watterson #gumrob #my tawog art #rob tawog #tawog fanart #darwin watterson #glitch's next gen tawog #my next gen #my tawog next gen

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| After The Beep ||

Pairing: Frank Castle x female Reader

Rating: E 18+

Tags/warnings: phone sex / guided masturbation, aw he misses you, uh yeah 🙂

a/n: dedicating this one to @saintmurd0ck and @castlesnchurches and all the thirsty Frank stans.

"Hey princess, it's me."

He always said that despite it being obvious it could be no-one else but him.

"I know it's real late and you're sleepin right now... we got a long drive ahead of us," he clicks his tongue, "we're alright, just stoppin' for some gas and snacks and shit and uh, I know I'm gonna be gone for a while this time so I wanted to leave you a lil somethin'." He clears his throat and you settle down in the bed with your mobile cradled to your ear.

"So you've probably just woken up huh? And you've been sleepin' in my shirt ain't ya? Don't lie sweetheart I know it." He laughs to himself at the thought of you trying to deny it and you laugh too, blushing even though he's not here.

"Alright, I know you look smokin' hot in it but you're taking it off sweet stuff, need you naked for me, okay?"

God, it amazed you how much power he had over you as you put the phone on speaker and obediently unbutton and shrug the shirt off and he isn't even there with you, he would be none the wiser if you'd just ignored him.

"You're so fuckin' gorgeous, can see you lyin' there in bed in my mind... damn, where do I start? Alright. Close your eyes darlin'. Can you feel my lips on your neck 'cos that's where I wanna put them right now, just soft like, kissin' up and down makin' you squirm. Love how it gets ya, love the smell of that shampoo you use, mm, buryin' my nose in your hair baby... breathin' you in, makin' my way down slow."

You can practically feel his words on your heated skin, he's already got you in a chokehold with this.

"Now you're gonna take your hands, run em down from your neck, yeah real slow baby, run em over those pretty tits of yours. Fuck, I'd spend all day givin' them my attention, they fit in my hands so perfect, would run my thumbs over em 'til your nipples are hard princess... they hard now? Yeah, and you know I'd get my mouth on them, jesus you fuckin' love that don't you? Me lickin' an suckin' you like that?"

You're pinching them now, playing along as your breathing is starting to hitch in your throat, rubbing and rolling them in your fingers as you squirm on the bed. He keeps going.

"You feel me makin' my way down your beautiful body hmm? Cos I'm kissin' you all the way down baby. God your skin tastes so good, can't help myself from lickin' down your stomach baby girl. Oh an' I love your curves sweetheart, might not be able to stop myself from bitin' your hip cos y'know I wanna eat you up... mm, but don't rush." God his voice, it's so low he's almost growling, "we're gettin' to that."

bleep. bleep. bleep.

"Ah shit." You hear rustling and the sounds of Frank scrambling about over the phone.

"Hey Red! You got change?"

There's a pause.

"Hurry the fuck up... thanks. Now get the fuck outta here an shut yer bat ears."

You can't help but laugh and then you hear the clink of a whole bunch of coins.

"Sorry sweetheart, where were we... Oh yeah, you run those hands over those hips and the outsides of your thighs, and shit girl you know if I was there I'd flip you over and bite that gorgeous ass too right? Mm, okay, now hitch your knees up for me darlin', that's it. You know I'd kiss all the way up those legs too huh? Think about it baby, you feel my lips on the inside of your ankle? Gonna go real slow, just takin' my time... I know you're ticklish when I get up there but you gotta try stay still f'me. Atta girl."

You're practically shaking as you imagine him there with you, trailing up your inner thigh with that mouth... fuck.

"Spread your legs f'me sweetheart, nice n' wide, good girl."

You do as he says, your core throbbing with need.

"Want you to brush your fingers down over your stomach baby girl, slow, real slow like molasses... yeah, keep goin'."

You shiver as the tips of your fingers travelling downwards raise goosebumps all over your heated skin. Fuck, Frank...

You keep going as he says, finally reaching the soft hairs of your mound, and down further, sliding between the slick lips of your pussy with a shaky exhale.

"I'm bettin' you're wet gorgeous, aw yeah, I know you. I'd put money on that you were drippin' as soon as I told ya to get naked huh?"

He did know you.

"I'll quit teasin', you can touch yourself sweetness, anywhere but your clit, or inside, not yet."

That's not quitting teasing you think, whimpering as you follow his instructions, god, your fingers are gliding easily over your pussy, dancing so close to where you needed them. So close, but not enough.

You stop as you hear Frank sigh. "Damn it's hard bein' away from you for so long,"

No shit Castle.

"Sorry baby, don't wanna leave you hangin'. Alright you can touch now sweetie, I know you won't need much..."

God he's right. You rub your clit in frantic circles, soft moans slip past your lips, your other hand diving lower to thrust two fingers into your dripping cunt. You hear him ramming more coins into the payphone.

"You making noises yet baby? Fuck I reckon you are by now, get nice n loud for me sweetheart, you know how I feel when you're makin' those sounds."

You whine and pant, fucking yourself with your fingers and imagining it was him touching you, him putting this roiling of butterflies in your belly.

"Baby I know you're almost there, c'mon an cum for me." he says and just like that you moan his name into your pillow where you can pick up the last remnants of his scent as the tension breaks. You writhe and cry out loud and long like he wants as you cum so hard, squeezing around your fingers, hips lifting off the mattress, and gasping as you slow down and stop when it becomes too much for you.

"That's a good girl, so good for me. Now I gotta spend four more hours in the van with Red and a hard-on like steel pipe but god damn, it's worth it to make you feel nice baby."

There's a beat of silence and all you can think about is how much you love him.

"Alright, I'll seeya sweetheart. Bye."

The call ends.

Hi! If you enjoy my fics please consider reblogging, it means that others get to enjoy them too! I also love to hear if there's anything in particular you liked, please comment! Thank you so much for reading 💕

#frank castle x reader #the punisher x reader #frank castle x you #the punisher x you #frank castle smut #the punisher smut #frank castle x female reader

[fluffyprettykitty]

resentment

Pairing: biker! Sam Wilson x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1600 words

Outline: Sam always came around looking for one thing but this time he's gonna find out more than he ever thought he could.

Warnings: hate sex, rough play, swearing, toxicity, spit play, slapping, degradation, use of whore & slut, unprotective penetrative sex, ya know the usual stuff

Author’s Note: This is my entry for Missy's @saiyanprincessswanie 3.5K Challenge! Used the following: biker! au, the prompt, 'do you regret letting us end?' & hate sex. Missy congrats on your growing number of followers, your presence and work in the community are super important and you are such a delightful hard working person! wishing you the best always! Thanks to all you helped brainstorm with him for this fic <3

Main Masterlist ・❥・ Sam Wilson Masterlist

"You really wanna play like that?" Sam asks you, his breath hot on your neck his hands cupping your ass under your shorts in the quietness of the about-to-be-closed car wash.

Well, you would have closed up if your ex-boyfriend hadn't shown up, gold chain on his neck and a white shirt hanging so low all of his chest hair, and arms were exposed. He looked absolutely delicious, any girl would fall at his feet at a moment's notice.

But you weren't rolling like that. There was an argument. Your co-worker tried to defend you but you told her you could handle it and for her to check up on you in ten minutes through whispers and glares. She didn't want to see you in tears, you'd end up in tears anyway. Just not the kind she thought.

But then again not everyone was into what you wanted.

Ten minutes is a lot of time for famous local biker Sam Wilson. One of the most coveted men in California. And here he was pushing your body against the wall and his hand playing with the waistband of your shorts. Oh, how well does his hand fit right there?

"You don't want me here, sugar." He mused finally touching your bare skin that reacts to his touch familiarly. "You wish I'd just drop dead." He whistles playfully licking his tongue all over his bottom lip. You really wish you could remember what the original argument was about, but you know that's not important.

"I'm not that mean, Wilson." You roll your eyes and try to surpass the moan that wants so bad to get out as his large fingers discover your cotton panties. If you'd thought he'd be coming over today on all of the days, you might have worn something else...

"You really out here, entertaining other men."

"Didn't we break up?"

"Is this what you call breaking up?"

"You are only good for one thing, baby, focus on it." You snap back ready to talk the game when you need to.

"Oh is that how it is?"

"Yeah. I know why you're here. "

"So yesterday, late night, you didn't come with your little ugly boy to my club trying to provoke me?"

"Sam you have the only club down the coast."

"Excuses... excuses."

"Sam if I wanted to provoke you I'd fuck a dude right on your hood."

Something snapped inside him and Sam manhandles you in a way that has you now facing the wall, your back to him, a tight grip on your neck.

"Say that again." He whispers. "But mean it this time."

Well, it's not like you're going to hesitate at all.

"I would fuck a dude right under your nose. Maybe even on your bed., maybe I'd even send you pictures."

You know he's gonna see red, you want him to. He needs to stop coming down here where you work and act like this. You haven't been his for a while and it's a decision that was all his.

"I think that I am the only one willing to fuck your little tight ass. Look at it. Can barely hold a dick inside her even if she tried. C'mon who would wanna waste their time?"

To say that his degrading behavior didn't hurt your feelings or made you want to please him, even more, wanting to prove yourself to him, your own salvation, would be an understatement. His grip on your neck pressing your one cheek to the wall possessively has you reaching the most submissive state.

"Who could fuck you like that? Who could have your legs shaking with just three fingers inside the goddamn produce aisle? You fucking love your veggies, don't you, baby girl?"

A smack on your ass and this time you wail.

"Answer daddy. C'mon you remember how a girl can speak or is your stupid brain getting too hazy at the prospect of getting dick. Always such a dumb look on your face, eyes wide and bright begging to get filled like the little pathetic whore that you are. Tell me does your daddy know that the pretty little girl he raised has turned into nothing but a cum storage?"

You have to reply, you are fighting the urge to submit to his command and you master your courage. "F-fuck you, Sam! Anyone can fuck me, your big dick ain't that special."

"Oh. How about you repeat that after I shove it inside you."

"Won't change my mind."

"But you want it inside you."

"You want it more, Sammy, don't fool yourself."

"Only as long as you do, princess."

"Erik fucked me so good last night, cum was dripping down my thigh. I don't need your cock to fuck me good."

You think that would break him, that he'd made him rip your panties and fuck you senseless and your coworker would come inside to find you screaming and shaking. But Sam knows when you lie. Or maybe he stalked you a little.

"Erik sounds like he knows how to fuck a slut. Wanna show me how you fucked him? Wanna show him how you bounced on his cock begging that it was mine?"

"N-no!" You protest and try to look back at him even though it's not an easy task.

"He asked me on a date, something you've never done."

There is silence. Sam expected a lot of things but not this. His grip gets loose and finally, you turn around as his fingers slip from your skin, your mouths breathing air across each other.

Then his lips crush yours and you use your hands trying to push him off of you but you are happy he is finally setting himself loose. His hand finds your panties pushing them to the side, just to use his calloused fingers to touch your skin and amuse himself at your wetness.

But you wanna play. He deserves it.

So you slap him on the face as he lets go of the kiss and he is confused for a split second before he is slapping you back and crushing your lips together again. It excites you, your legs wrap around him as your hands wrap around his neck and he is fumbling with his low-cut jeans.

"You are really bad at holding in your excitement. Look at how wet you are, pathetic. You want me to believe a man fucked you last night? Baby your pussy speaks a different story."

"She just like getting fucked, doesn't matter whose cock is filling it."

And his cock is out, standing firm in attention, getting stroked a few times with his hand and his spit over it, the sheer sight always making you feral, and then it's inside you, breaching your velvet walls. He is pushing your body against the wall, the bright lights from the open sign illuminating your body. He is rough, he is precise, he is truly running out of time.

"If that's how it is. Maybe I don't need to look at your ungrateful face." He chuckles before he is slipping out of you and pushes your body to the floor you are scrambling to get steady on your knees as his body shields yours and he pushes his cock inside again. Fitting right where it should be. His hands are over yours, his hips moving against your body almost hatefully, aggressively, and possessively.

He fucked you like an object, his object, his to break, his to mend.

Smacks on your ass become more stingy as your hands can barely hold up as he almost stands up now, fucking your body so viciously. He wanted to break you, to make you admit, what you felt for him, hatred, passion, love, something, you must have felt something for him and he is gonna take it out of you.

When his fingers play with your clit, you cum instantly screaming his name and when he finishes he does so without stopping, just keep going pushing his cum right back inside you until he twisted you around again. Loose shirt hanging off his shoulders, chain dinging over your face, his face covered in sweat, his jeans rolled around his ankles. No boxers ever. Your shirt not moved at all, your shorts and panties pushed to the side, just enough to give him access to your holes.

"Did Erik fuck you like that?" He might seem confident cause he knows you haven't actually done that but you know exactly how to make him cry.

"He took my hand, dressed me up and showed me off to the world. Unlike you."

Now you weren't lying. He was a gentleman and after the club, he left you at home and asked to come to pick you up on Sunday for a little beach trip. Sam was tied to his city. Sam never went anywhere.

"This is my home."

"It's not mine though, Sam. One day I will move away, and I need someone to come with me. I can't be tied like this."

He finally snaps holds your chin up with his large hand and his dark chocolate eyes meet yours.

"Do you regret letting us end?"

The moment would have been oh so romantic if it wasn't for that stupid cocky smirk appearing on his face. Without hesitation you shake your head negatively.

There is no end to this. There can never be.

"Have we really ended?"

"Guess not."

"Guess not."

Maybe if you picked it right at the start you could meet each other half way but for now you had to deal with the screech coming from your friend's mouth.

There is no ending for people who never truly started is there?

for updates please follow @fluffyprettykittylibrary!

#selenewrites #Missys3500challenge #sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson fic #sam wilson imagine #sam wilson one shot #sam wilson smut #sam wilson fanfiction #sam wilson x y/n #sam wilson x you #sam wilson x fem!reader #captain america #biker au

[starstruckwillows]

james potter x sister!reader (remus lupin x reader)

adopted sister is perfectly fine!! so what if y/n was the polar opposite of james? likes she's in hufflepuff and is super super shy, like she barely talks to anyone other than james and sometimes sirius 'cause he lives with them, ya know? so what if some ball is coming up and she's kinda feeling down about it 'cause she thinks no one is gonna ask her out, but at the same time she doesn't really mind. and in some cute way remus asks her out? and she ends up having a blast! james and sirius are like smiling at them and they're so so happy for her and they're having a proud big brother moment<3

♡ dance with me? - r.l ♡

the way you have to specify adopted is okay cos of that one anon with the inej's sister fic 😭<3

starstruckwillows 🂱

pairing; remus lupin x reader

category; fluff

summary; you've been harbouring a secret crush on one of your brother's best friends for a while - little did you know, it's reciprocated just in time for a ball

warnings/content; brief mention of alcohol, tiniest inappropriate joke at the end

other; potter!reader, fem!reader, hufflepuff!reader

there was a ball coming up.

just like there was every other christmas - but this year was different. it was different, because this year, you could actually go.

the rule was fifth year and above. a summer solstice celebration for the ends of o.w.ls and n.e.w.ts - the sixth years just showed up for the sake of a well deserved rest.

you were twitting excitedly around a dress shop in hogsmeade with some of your roomates.

nothing, even the fact they all had dates and you didn't, was going to sink your joy today. an excuse to dress up without millions of eyes on you, because everyone else would be doing so too, was one you were going to take.

your roomates were probably the closest things you had to friends, and you were more than happy to help them with their dress choices.

"hey, what're you doing here?" james appeared at your shoulder. you scanned the area behind him, looking for his entourage.

you shrugged, "shopping."

he looked confused.

"for the ball." you prompted.

with a dramatic sigh, he leant his elbow on your head like an arm rest, "right, that thing. well, i think it's stupid anyway."

you grimaced, "lily rejected you?"

silence. then,

"yeah."

smirking, you reassured him, "doesn't matter, i don't have a date either. you can still go, it's not required."

your brother looked affronted by what you had thought to be a pretty innocent sentence, "i have a date, thank you very much. sirius is going with me."

you chuckled, "didn't know you swung that way."

"maybe i do, maybe i don't, but this is platonic. brotherly bromance and whatnot. completely by choice."

you raised a brow, and he ammended, "fine, we both struck out. pete's going with one of his other friends, and remus is going to ask someone out tomorrow, but we don't know who."

a sinking feeling set into your stomach, but you smiled, "good for him."

oh yeah, like it matters, were you gonna make a move?

you sighed, cheerily stepping away, "well, gotta help everyone match clothes with their dates, so... see you later."

he frowned, looking between you and the werewolf but not processing, opting to pick up his order and leave.

rounding a corner later that evening, the dress you'd picked out draped over your arm, you were so distracted by counting the cobbles beneath your feet, you didn't notice a frame blocking your way until you crashed into it.

a blush swept across your cheeks, "merlin, sorry, i wasn't-"

you cut yourself off as you raised your gaze to the person you'd slammed headfirst into. remus.

the secret crush you'd been harbouring wasn't helped by him sheepishly holding your dress to stop it hitting the ground.

"that's fine, no worries."

the two of you awkwardly stared for a moment before he cleared his throat, "your dress is, erm- it's really pretty."

you flushed more, dipping your head and trying to eliminate the shake from your voice, "oh, thanks. i wasn't totally sold, but i suppose, yeah."

the smile you gave him shot honey through his heart as he blurted out, "it's beautiful. and you're going to look beautiful in it. your date is er, very lucky."

your heart leapt at the possibility he was trying to figure out if you had a date yet - but you pushed it down, not wanting to get your hopes slashed down.

"i don't have a date." it was a bit blunt, but you weren't really paying attention.

remus brightened then, gryffindor (specifically marauder) confidence returning to him.

"good, because i was planning on asking you to be mine."

once again, your dizzy smile rendered him unfocused, but he saw your head nodding enough to gauge your answer, "i'd like that."

with a jolt of happiness, he said, "i'll walk you back to the castle, then?"

you nodded, a lovesick grin spreading across your face as the two of you left the village. he kept the conversation flowing with ease, carrying your dress for you, and when you reached the hufflepuff common room, he kissed your forehead and waited for you to go inside before leaving.

the night of the ball arrived only a few days later, and after a very hectic environment within your dorm (which you were sure was mirrored around the castle), you were satisfied with your appearance.

if not slightly anxious to leave your room.

remus had said he'd come pick you up, so you could walk over to the hall together. most dates were doing the same.

the first girl to leave your dorm was on her way to the ravenclaw tower to pick up her girlfriend.

the second ducked out when her slytherin date arrived at the door.

the third was going by herself, determined to have a good time with her friends and waltzing out when she was ready, waving you goodbye.

and lastly you, descending the stairs and peeking around the entrance just as remus turned the corner. he stopped abruptly as you fully revealed yourself from behind the wall.

"you look really nice." he managed after a moment of stunned silence, to which the familiar tint coloured your cheeks.

"so do you remus." you returned shyly.

his clothes may not have been polished and first hand like you knew some people's would be, but they were so distinctly his.

somehow, you figured remus could show up wearing anything and pull it off.

the whole event was a giddy blur of twirling and laughing and spinning and chatting and slow dancing and drinking (james seperated the drinks into spiked and not spiked).

when your brother and his "date" (or as you liked to refer to him, the potter family's beloved yet illegal lodger) showed up, seeing you giggling with remus, the gape on their faces suggested remus hadn't told them.

making a huge show of swinging hands, the two approached you, "moony, what is this!? you're romancing my sister?" james demanded, sirius lightly stamping his foot for effect.

before either of you could reply, he'd dramatically collapsed into sirius and you honestly wondered if the two had planned this little choreography.

remus tucked you slightly to the side, because their performance was expanding in radius and he worried you were about to get kicked. you had to stifle your laugh into your sleeve as you watched james straighten himself.

"thank you honey, you're always there to catch me."

"of course my lovebug, always."

remus groaned, "you two could win an oscar, seriously."

the other three of you, purebloods, frowned, muttering, "oscar?", "you mean that hufflepuff guy called oscar?", "oh, he's running a competition?"

remus sighed, brushing it off, "nevermind. dance with me, y/n?"

your focus was entirely on him as you joined the dancing, james and sirius standing at the side.

sirius clapped a hand onto your brother's shoulder, "think of all the guys at hogwarts for a sec - moony's gotta be a better match for your sister, right?"

he nodded, "suppose so, yeah."

"and if, you know, he got her pregnant or something, he's all responsi-"

james shoved him, "shut up!"

taglist:

@anordinarymuse @ellora-brekker

#starstruckwillows #fluff #marauders #marauders era #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x potter!reader #james potter x sister #remus lupin x hufflepuff!reader #remus lupin x hufflepuff #remus lupin

[wiypt-writes]

Rock N Roll People, In A Disco World

Part 17: Disco Dancing With The Lights Down Low Part 3:  Do You Wanna Play A Game?

Kinktober 2022 DAY 5: Sensory Deprivation.

Co-written with @spectre-posts​

Summary: You and Paul take an ‘adults’ only trip to Mexico. Sun, sea…and all the other things beginning with S…

Warnings: Bad Language, NSFW (18+)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction. I do not own any characters contained wihting, bar the reader and any other OCS that may be mentioned. I do not give consent for my work to be reposted/translated to any other site. Reblogs are fine and are my jam, baby!

W/C: 4.1k

A/N: Okay, look… this is just one huge big smut fest and I’m not even sorry. 

Rock N Roll People Masterlist // Main Masterlist // Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Part 2

Hand in hand, you walked to the main beach where the cabana thatches were and as soon as you found an open one, you took a seat and waited for someone to come see to your needs.

The whole time you felt Paul's eyes on you. Something feral about it, something raw and so very real that it gave you the cold chills. Chills that made you feel alive and tingle in all your areas of need. It came to mind the conversation you'd started having earlier about a third child. Neither of you had really mentioned another after Jack, but…could you? Should you?

Your thoughts were interrupted as one of the waiters came over and the pair of you ordered your drinks.

You sat there again still sun bathing, you led on your back against the comfy lounge chair. You head so filled with thoughts that you didn't hear Paul until he touched your arm and you looked at him. "Huh?"

He snorted, "back to Earth, baby. I said I'm looking forward to dinner tonight. I have a surprise for you after."

“Dare I ask?”

He just cheekily smiled, "all good things, all good things, but I think you're gonna love it."

“I’m sure I will,” you grinned. “And I’m looking forward to dinner as well.”

"Yeah? You dressing up, Sugar?"

“I’m thinking about it.” You coyly smiled.

"I'd love to see you dolled up," he smiled genuinely.

“Well, I know you packed that navy suit I like…” you grinned, “I will if you will.”

"I'm game." He smirked.

“Oh I know, you’re game for anything. Why do ya think I married you?”

He snorted then chuckled, reaching for your hand as he sat next to you on the oversized lounge. "I fucking love you so much, baby."

You looked at his fingers as they gently tangled with yours. Then, you raised your head and smiled. “I know. And I love you too, with everything I have.”

Paul kissed the back of your hand and lingered his lips there for a moment. "C'mere..."

You shuffled over towards him, rolling to your side so you were facing him. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. It was soft, gentle and he held you there for a moment. Then it deepened. His tongue licking every crevice in your mouth. For a moment, you completely forgot where you were and simply melted into him, your hand sliding up and over his chest to the nape of his neck.

He groaned as your nails bit into him. Then Paul pulled back. The two of you panting for a moment. "Let's get wet," he smirked.

"I already am," you quipped.

“Fuck, Sugar…” his eyes darkened.

"Let's play a game, huh?" You suggested, slowly sitting up.

“Nah ah, I saw that movie…”

You rolled your eyes and swatted at him. "All foreplay the rest of the day, and through dinner. That's touching, kissing, everything but physical contact between the hips."

“You tryina kill me?“ He whined. “Sadist.”

"C'mon, at least I didn't cuff you to a chair this time."

“Suppose I should be grateful…”

“Hey we got Jack out of it." You scrunched up your nose. "Now, are we going for a dip? Or are you going to be pitching a tent on the beach all day?"

He flicked a brow up and then, with a downright filthy smirk, he leaned forward and his lips softly brushed your collarbone. The whiskers of his short beard brushed against your skin as he kissed up to your jawline. You sighed, your eyes closing and then he suddenly stopped. You whimpered, he chuckled…and then you suddenly realized the game you just started might very well kill you.

You dipped in the waves, playing around and splashing one another. You curled around Disco as you couldn't touch any longer and hoped a shark wouldn't come for lunch. You rode the waves and you kissed in the salty sea. The day was ending but your fun was just beginning.

After a couple of more beers and making out in the ocean again, the two of you headed back to your villa for showers and to ready for dinner. With heavy risk and deep temptation, you suggested the two of you shower together.

Paul sniggered, “no chance, babe, that’s only gonna end one way and I ain’t about to lose…”

"Suit yourself, I'll just be a bit then." You dropped piece by piece of your string bikini you were purposely saving for today on the floor of your room as you padded toward the open bathroom.

You heard Paul groan. “Sugar…this game is stupid with two ‘o’s.”

"Don't lie," you shouted, "you love it."

“I’d love to stick my dick in you,” he grumbled, adjusting his shorts.

"You said you brought your cuffs, right?"

Another groan.

You knew exactly what you were doing, riling him up in a different way. You wanted to make him about as feral as you did that Christmas Eve when Jack was made.

“Fucking bullshit, Y/N!” Came the yell as you turned on the shower.

You smirked to yourself.

The teasing continued through your last evening. Your dinner was, frankly, amazing. Washed down with champagne and a few cocktails. Dessert was delicious local sweets before you walked along the sand back.

You took your time, the laughter and jokes flowing between you and it, once more, reminded you of your early dates. Both of you had been so young, living with parents on rookies wage as you saved for your futures. Futures, which became one thanks to that fateful cut you received on duty one day causing you to accept a lift form the man who was now your husband. Your relationship had been tested, gripped by grief and fear then soothed by love and tenderness, care and hope. Then you became parents and the foundation continued to grow. And you hoped that it would never stop.

"Paul...." You said softly as the two of your neared your villa.

“Hmmm?”

You stopped walking so he would stop. "I meant what I said this morning."

“Remind me.”

"I wanna try for one more." You peered up at him as your toes tickled in the sand. "Just one. And if it doesn't happen, then we have the boys. And I'm okay with that.”

“Okay, technically that was something you said in the afternoon.” He chuckled as his hands fell to your hips.

You sighed with slight annoyance. "Potato... Po-taht-o." You shook your head.

“I’m a detective…” he grinned, “my job to remember the details.”

Now you smirked. "And a damned good one."

“Well, I don’t like to brag…” he grinned, before he sighed. One hand reached up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “One more…”

You nodded.

“I’m okay with that too.”

You couldn't help the grin that spread over your lips. "Kiss me, Stud."

A flick of his brow was followed by that gorgeous smile that could melt you into a puddle. Both his hands gently cupped your face as he pressed his lips to yours in a soft, deep kiss. It made your toes dip into the sand, your stomach flutter and your breath catch through your nose. He deepened his motions and you whimpered. You knew that he knew he had you right then and there and he'd won the day. Having held out this long was a big win.

“So…sun’s gone, Sugar…” his breath was hot on your face as he brushed his nose against yours.

"Sure is." You trembled, your voice soft.

“Bet’s over…”

“It was a game.”

“Potato, potahto…”

"Take me to bed, Disco."

“Oh, I’m gonna…and I’m gonna fuck you so good you ain’t gonna remember your own name.”

“Mighty big claim there, Stud.”

"I come through."

“Usually.”

You smirked and slipped away from his touch, "you're gonna hafta catch me first."

He laughed, “oh, Sugar…it’s on.”

You booked it across the sand, the chiffon fabric of your dress flowing behind you as you ran up the beach toward "home". Your hair billowing behind you. You’d almost reached the steps to the door when a pair of arms circled your waist and you shrieked. He held you from behind as you teetered into the doorway. Quickly, Paul spun you around the second he kicked the door closed behind him.

“You still suck at running.” he teased.

“How do you know I don’t just want you to catch me?”

"I always do."

“Mmmhmmm,” your hand smoothed up his chest, “so whatcha  gonna do with me now?”

"I told you. Fuck you so fucking good you won't remember your name, Sugar."

You blinked up at him, your chest hitching a little at the tone of his voice.

With a bend of his knees he lifted you as if you were his new bride and carried you upstairs.

“Well this takes me back,” you giggled.

"Shhhh," he set you down at the top and what you saw stole your breath.

“How…I mean…we’ve been…”

You walked to the deck where your bed had been rolled out among the night sky and ocean sounds, turned down for the night. Tea lights were lit in surrounding. You felt Paul's presence behind you and his thick fingers pulled the tie and zip behind your neck.

“Paul…this…I can’t…it’s beautiful.” You sighed as his lips kissed the back of your shoulder.

“I told you I had a surprise.” His voice was deep, sending shivers up your spine. His fingers ghosted over your skin as he undid the zip on your dress, guiding it down to the base of your back.

When the fabric pooled at your feet, you felt his lips trail from the base of your neck and down your spine to the small of your back until his knees were to the deck. His hands reached up to your waist as he kissed the dimples at the small of your back before his hands slid slowly down to your hips and his lips pressed into the soft globes of your ass.

Fingers slid over the sides of your panties and he tugged them down ever so slowly, deftly. His lips trailing down your legs as he chased the pull of your panties. He’d done exactly the same thing on your wedding night and a hundred thousand memories flooded your senses as you stepped out of the lace.

As he stood, again his fingers moved but this time upward and around your front side.

"Do you trust me, Sugar?"

“With my life.” You soon felt something cool and silky cover your eyes. Your hands reached up and gripped his wrist. “Just…one thing.”

“Anything... "

“Take your clothes off…wanna feel you.”

"Every inch." He whispered in your ear.

You sighed as his hands squeezed your breasts and you lay your head back on his shoulder. “Yeah…please, baby.”

"I got you, Sugar." His lips grazed the shell of your ear. "It's gonna be so good."

You swallowed as his mouth moved down your neck, his hands softly caressing you. You could do nothing but sigh, soft little purrs of delight slipping from your lips. Gently he walked you forward, your eyes covered leaving you blind, and you giggled a little as your shins hit the edge of the bed

He chuckled in your ear. His hands directed your body and you were pliant to his touch. Now on all fours, you maneuvered yourself so you led on your back. It took him a moment, but you heard him speak lowly to you as he undressed.

“You look so beautiful there, Sugar. Just one thing missing…”

"What?" You spoke a little lighter than a whisper, the sounds of the night beach a nice background.

“Patience, baby…”

You licked your lips and bit your bottom lip. Butterflies of anticipation fluttered in your belly. You stilled a happy-anxious tremble with deep breaths. He was quiet, you sensed he'd gone. Then the edge of the mattress dipped and you felt his naked legs against yours, his lips gliding up your lower belly to your neck. One hand took hold of yours. There was a cool touch of metal around your wrist and a click that you had memorized in your career. He reached down and took your left hand, securing it too in the second cuff above your head. Your breathing was deep, a slight smirk curled on your lips and Paul chuckled as he kissed the corner of your mouth.

“Such a dirty girl underneath it all, ain’t ya?”

You couldn't keep quiet. You moaned at the assumption. "Yes," you answers.

One of his hands gripped your chin and his lips claimed yours in a dominant kiss that had your back arching, leaning into him for more. Paul used a gentle strength that had you entirely submissive to him. "Do I keep my promises, Y/N?" His breath was hot in your ear.

"Yes."

“So you know what I’m gonna do.”

"Yes."

“Tell me.”

"Fuck me so good I don't know my name."

“Damned right I’m gonna.”

"Please...."

His mouth claimed yours again, tongue licking in broad strokes into your mouth. His hands traced lines over your body as his lips followed. From your own kiss, to your jaw, that joint at your ear where he whispered complete filth. Down the column of your neck once, his hot tongue leaving its way back up. Again, lips traced every dot and freckle on your skin, across your collarbone and again a tongue between the valley of your breasts and up your sternum. Strong hands, that had seen many things, massaged your breasts while thumb and forefinger punched pert nipples.

The override of touch sense in your brain had your core nearly pulsing around nothing while you nearly melted into the sheets. You wanted to run your hands over his head, feel that buzz cut against your palm but you couldn’t thanks to the cuffs keeping them pinned to the headboard.

By the time his mouth took over from his hand, you were nothing sort of a quivering wreck. Down he went, his mouth having had its fill for now of your nipples and teeth that bit into the underside of your left breast.

He licked and nipped at your belly, the fact you couldn’t see him left you shaking as you could do nothing but wait and anticipate. And, when he reached his final prize, you were nothing short of a mess.

"Fuck, Sugar. Look at you." he groaned, his hands on your knees, holding you open.

“I can’t…” you panted, “my eyes are covered.”

He nipped the inside of your thigh and chuckled. "It was rhetorical, sweetheart.”

You squirmed a little, “do you interrogate all your suspects like this, Detective Diskant?”

"Officer..."

“Semantics.”

"Tonight," he kissed where your outer lips met your thigh, "tonight it's Officer Diskant.”

“Okay…okay…”

Either satisfied with your answer or merely bored with the small talk, he moved to your core and you felt the tip of his tongue give a flick straight at your clit. It jolted you a little, causing you to moan as he set to you. He kept a feral pace, flicks to your clit and long licks of his tongue dragging over your slit. His fingers stuffed you and he curled them into you as his palm twisted upward. A time or two his tongue slid in between his fingers and all three filled you.

You were done. His teasing alone had almost brought you off and the feel of his fingers and tongue inside you had you crying his name as you clamped around him, your body shaking, legs growing rigid.

It only set him into you further and faster.

You were panting, and normally you’d push his head away as you were so over stimulated but you couldn’t. Instead, you tried clamping your legs together in protest.

But he held you open. A starved man he was no longer.

“Paul…please…it’s too much.”

"Okay... Okay," he said softly, gently kissing the inside of your thigh. "I'm sorry."

You let your legs relax a little as his soft kisses moves across your belly.

"Imma take this off now, baby." He spoke of the blindfold.

No sooner had he removed it, and left you blinking as you regained your sight, his right hand reached up and handled the quick release on the cuffs, your wrists still always able to fit in one of his hands. Gently, he brought both your hands down and rubbed them softly, coursing blood back into the rightful place.

"Such a good girl, Sugar."

You smiled softly as you took the gentle kiss he offered you, feeling his hard cock as it nudged against your stomach. "You want some help with that?"

“You offering?” He grinned.

"You want my mouth, my tits?"

“No, I want you…”

"Get on your back, Stud."

“Yes ma’am.” He grinned and rolled over, nestling into the duvet.

With what little feeling you had in your legs, you settled yourself over him. Your hands skidded upward from his Adonis belt to his chest. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his medallion, to his collarbone and then to his scar. Your bare nipples rubbed along his own and your soaked folds glided up and down the underside of his shaft as you did so. His pre-cum leaking tip kissed your swollen and overly sensitive clit. Two large hands came to rest on your hips, blunt fingernails digging into your skin.

You bumped your nose into his. "Whatchu want, Officer Diskant?"

“Sit on it, baby…”

A different tilt of your hips and you sunk down in him. It was his turn to choke, his neck straining as he rose his pelvis to meet you.

"Oh fuck," you whimpered as your head tilted back, your eyes closing all as if you were about to worship the moon. You steadied your hands at his forearms as you began to roll hips and Paul thrust upward into you.

He grunted as he felt that particular squeeze you'd give him as you hit the bottom of your roll. "Been waiting all day... fuck…to get you like this. Feels so fucking good, Sugar."

"Oh shit, that's...." Your body was responding wildly to his and your senses were on overdrive. "Oh Jesus, fuck Paul...."

"Fuck Y/N, right there…" He ground out. He was already pulsing inside you, that throb dragging along your g-spot.

"Mmm, yeah, right there, oh my fuck."

"Oh, baby girl," he coaxed. "You gonna cum for me, Sugar?"

"No...don’t wanna. Not... Yet."

"C'mon, sweetheart." Paul's body tilted upward and his hands splayed over your back as he settled deeper inside you. His lips covered your sternum and between the valley of your breasts while your hips did the work. He found the crook of your neck as his hands hooked over your shoulders from behind.

"Ohhhh fucccckkk." You were gone again, everything spinning and stars flickered behind your eyes like silver glitter.

"Oh baby, baby, baby," he purred into your skin as you came around him. With micro thrusts from his hips to ease you through it, Paul started dragging his blunt nails into your back and then again upward. You were on the cusp of the end of your orgasm when his left hand cradled your head at the base of your neck while his right trailed down your back to your left hip, his entire arm wrapping around your lower back to nestle you into him. His kissed the underside of your jaw and pulled you down with him as he led flat against the bed. He kissed you slow and deep, his tongue heavy on yours. All this while you were seated in his lap.

Your body was so pliant to his touch and moves that you easily ended up on your back while Paul caged you in with his wide and built frame. He'd refused to let his desk job wreck his beat job body and it was working for you. His arms were still bulky and he shamed every t-shirt sleeve he wore. His shirts for work were tailored as were his jackets. His chest was broad and thick, his back wide and cut. Abs that weren't as well defined as in his early twenties but still firm. And that cut at his hips, that Adonis belt, oh God did it get you.

But what you loved most, what you felt was your biggest turn on from him, was his eyes. Those gemstone blues that stared at you each and every day like you hung the moon. That would tear up easily in any sense of danger or wrong doing between you. Orbs that carried love and honor, pride and sometimes a sternness that came with his days of parenting or when you didn't exactly see eye to eye.

And a close second was that buzz cut you rallied to get those fingers in each night and that now thick beard he'd began sporting in the spring after your anniversary. Then there was that scar. That hole in his neck that healed far better than anyone imagined. The forever smooth pink skin that reminded you of the days that told of your beginning as husband and wife, the times you held fast and never gave up and now the future where love was plentiful and the opportunities endless.

The pad of your fingers on your right hand traced the lines of his face as you blindly felt around him while his lips and tongue still covered you. And, when he slowly pulled away, your eyes met his and yours flicked to that old wound. Soft and delicate fingers traced the vein in his neck, the hefty sinew of muscle, until the pad of your right middle finger circled the skin of that scar.

He swallowed, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt your fingers on his skin. And, for the first time that night, he became the pliant one, a soft whimper escaping him.

"Gimme all of you, baby." You whispered.

His eyes opened and he looked at you, a soft smile on his face. “You already have all of me, Y/N. You did from the moment we met.”

"I love you, Disco."

“I love you too, baby. So, so much…” his lips brushed yours as his hips slowly started to roll once more into you. And just like that, he had flipped. From his cheeky, slightly domineering self to this loving, almost needy man that was pressed in and against you, as if he needed to feel every single inch of you against him.

"Gonna give you a baby," he whispered, hovering over your lips. "Love on you every day until then."

You moaned at his words, tilting your lips up to kiss him. “Yeah…please…”

"One more, Y/N, one more," he whispered against your kiss.

You weren't sure if he was talking about a baby or the next orgasm you had building but either way, you couldn't disagree. His hips were rocking into you now as opposed to thrusting, his pelvis barely leaving yours as his arms kept you caged in. His face stayed where it was, inches from yours as his eyes were laser focused on your own.

The connection you felt there and then was quite literally breathtaking.

His hips kept their steady pace, your hands hooked up and round his shoulders. Lips kept kissing you; on your lips, your chin, your jaw.

"So beautiful, Sugar."

Your last orgasm built slow. Paul's rocking tempo and the pressure from him grinding over thrusting as he made love to you had your belly burning as your walls slowly gripped him with steady and long holds.

"Paul... S'close."

“Yeah, baby…c’mon…let go…”

He kept whispering encouragement and quickly enough your body responded, flooding your body in heat and pulling him in impossibly close. Your chin tilted back and you clung to his shoulders with your arms still hooked around him. Your thighs squeezed at his narrow hips. Your mouth formed an 'o' with a shuddering cry.

“Thassit…” he crooned, “oh, Sugar, you’re so beautiful when you cum.”

You heard him, heard his praise but you couldn't do more than allow your body to float away in pure euphoria.

By the time you came back to earth, he was still on top of you having emptied himself inside of you.

As Paul controlled his breathing, he kissed whatever skin he could reach on your shoulder and neck. Your hands started to move again, up and down his neck.

"Oh that was amazing," you managed in a rasp.

“Mmmhmmmm,” he mumbled against your skin. “Yeah…”

The two of you fell asleep under the stars, tea lights burnt out and the Gulf as your soundscape.

#rock n roll people in a disco world #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #chris evans kinktober #paul diskant x reader #paul diskant x you #paul diskant #paul diskant fan fiction

[that-writing-kangaroo-fish]

Hey who wants some of that Pokemon AU that @im-feelin-sick made (and i suppose i'm co-creator for)? I've been working on and off on my own contributions to it, and now I've got something finished (also on ao3 if you'd prefer reading there!)

(3/???)

(prev)

“Ya fucked up.”

“I know.”

“Badly.”

“I know.”

Sableye grumbled irritably at Nny’s subdued responses - glad that he was acknowledging what was being said, but also aggravated at this conversation’s existence. 

The pair of them (plus Houndstone, whose head was currently resting on Nny’s legs) wouldn’t be sitting here, Sableye having to stitch his wounds, if Nny hadn’t turned on a goddamn dime out of nowhere in the middle of his date with Devi.

But here they fucking were! And, honestly, it wasn’t just Nny who got hurt during that whole... thing. Sableye itself had stepped in after shoving aside its panic, and Nny’s other Pokemon fought back in kind.

They, however, didn’t have the years of experience Sableye did. Sure, it took a few hits, but nothing near as bad as the beating Nny got.

It was pretty sure a length of 2x4 got involved at one point.

“The fact that she didn’t cave in your skull would be a miracle if it weren’t for how thick the damn thing is,” it muttered, briefly stopping its ministrations to flick a claw against his head. 

Even in this mess, it wasn’t above a lighthearted jab or two. And, frankly, Sableye felt it had the right to be at least a little petty.

“Ow, ow, sore spot,” Nny winced, ducking his head. Sableye would’ve rolled its eyes if that were possible. “Your entire body is a sore spot right now, Johnny, c’mon. And stay still, I’m almost done with these stitches.”

--- HALF AN HOUR LATER ---

They were all situated on the couch; Nny cross-legged on one side, Houndstone curled up on the other, and Sableye perched on the back.

Sableye held up its closed hands. “Good news,” it raised a finger on its left hand, “nobody died.”

“And the--”

“Bad news,” a finger raised on its right hand, “you fucked up a perfectly good date,” another finger raised, “you got your ass kicked the worst it’s ever been,” a third, “and now someone who knows about your murderous tendencies is out and about.”

Nny’s head sunk lower with each addition. 

“And, bonus problem, Marshadow followed Devi on her way out,” Sableye concluded.

As it expected, Nny almost bolted off the couch, only kept in place by Houndstone, who let out a stubborn huff as it sprawled across Nny’s lap.

“Fucking-- Houndstone, move!” Nny shouted, to no success.

Sableye shook its head. “We already talked about this while dragging you back here,” it explained. “You’re in no shape to go anywhere, and, more importantly, I don’t think she’d listen to anything you have to say after the shit you pulled.”

They both knew Sableye had a point - at times, it was the closest thing he had to a proper voice of reason.

“Then what the fuck am I supposed to do? Sit around and live with the fact that that fucking thing is bound to cause problems for her?”

“Considering what happened a couple hours ago, yes. What’re you gonna do, write her a fucking apology note? “Sorry I tried to kill you,” or something, so she’ll listen to you?”

“...”

“Oh my fucking God don’t tell me you were actually considering that.” It looked, and sounded, thoroughly exhausted. Of fucking course he’d get that idea in his head. “I’m nipping that in the bud right now, that’s not gonna work out for you.”

Even with that shutdown, there was still a defiant, plotting look in Nny’s eyes. Some sort of plan was brewing in there, it could tell.

Sableye pinched between its eyes, slowly shaking its head. “I know you’re gonna do something stupid. At least try not to get caught,” it urged. It knew Nny well enough by now; when he got a particular kind of idea stuck in his head, he’d hardly ever budge on the matter.

If it’d known that Nny was planning on stalking, of all things, it would’ve beaten him over the head.

#jthm #johnny c #Pokémon au #my writing

[vannahmontannah]

Tell Me...

READ THE REST ON WATTPAD @ VANNAHMONTANNAH

It's 2:30 pm and I have one more hour left of my shift. I'm almost done stocking the shelves and then I should be good to go. Yesterday, Lyric and I made pizza and lemonade from scratch. Of course, she made the lemonade, I had no idea what I was doing. We sat and watched a couple of movies, and she eventually went home. 

I think Lyric has a crush on me...she hasn't said anything yet. I noticed it a while back when I first started work here. It was about a month into my job that we started to communicate and hang out during breaks. She invited me out to this arcade themed bar downtown and said it'd be here for a couple of her friends. Her friends never came, so it was just me...I don't even think she invited them to be honest. 

~~~~~ 

"Hey, you made it!" She said, giving me a small hug. 

"Yeah. I told you I'd come. What ya got going on?" 

"Oh, uh...it's just us today. My girls were...busy," she said, shrugging her shoulders. 

"Okay. Did you order anything?" 

"Not yet. I was waiting for you. Come on. I had a cheeseburger and a Bloody Mary. I haven't eaten all day today," 

She grabbed my wrist and led me to the bar, and we sat on the barstools. 

"What do you want?" She asked. 

"I'll get the same thing you have," 

"Okay cool," 

It was my first time out with a co-worker before, so I was nervous. First off, she was beautiful, so I didn't wanna embarrass myself. Two, I'm really a homebody, so I don't really go out like that unless needed. Three, it's like a date. 

"Hey, I'm Jada. What can I get for you folks today?" 

"We are going to have the same thing. We'll have two Bloody Mary's and a cheeseburger with some fries, but put cheese on mine, please?" 

"You got it? Anything else?" 

"Anything else, Cory?" She asked. 

"Nah, I'm good, thank you," 

"Alright. It takes about 10 minutes for the food. I'll be back shortly with your drinks, okay?" 

"Okay, thank you," 

"I have never been in here before," I said, looking around the building. There were table games, arcade games, big screen televisions, a big connect four game, and a pool game in the back. There was even a picture booth. 

"So... what you do outside of work?" She asks. 

"I play video games. I'm a gamer on YouTube," 

"Really? I love watching gameplays! What's your channel?" She pulled out her phone and went straight to YouTube. 

"It's Samurai Ken. I have 5k," 

"Okay...is this you?" She gave me her phone and pointed to the channel. 

"Yeah, that's me," 

"Okay. I will make sure to watch your content. Watching gameplays helps me with my stress! And it encourages me to go and get the game," 

"Yeah, same for me. Plus, it's fun entertaining my audience. I've been doing it for a couple of years now and people take a liking towards me," 

"Oh okay! I'll watch you when I get home," 

"Thank you for your support. What do you do outside of work?" 

"I take care of my brother. He's sick right now and we're hoping he gets better. Besides that, I like to write music and do acrobatics. Been doing that since I was a kid," 

"Okay, here are your drinks. Your food should be out soon," the worker said as she placed our drinks down in front of us. 

"Thank you," she said. 

"Thanks," 

"These are really good. I'm supposed to be vegan, but that ain't go so well," 

"I know that's not gonna go well for me either," I said, taking a sip out of my drink. 

"So, uh...you have a girlfriend?" 

"No," 

"A boyfriend? Wife? Husband?" 

"Oh, no! No, I don't!" 

"I'm just asking. Must ask these days," 

"Oh, well, no men for me and I am not married. Are you single?" 

"Yes, I am. It's been a cool ride so far, but I'm hoping to change that soon. I just gotta see what the future holds," 

"Same for me. Hopefully, I'm married by 40," 

"Me too. I'm 32 right now and already going into a midlife crisis," 

"Okay! I have your food. Here is yours with your cheese fries, and here is yours? You folks can feel free to sit at the tables if you'd like," 

"Okay, thank you so much," 

We grabbed our plates and headed to a table close by the window. She had on these baggy pants and an oversized shirt, but it was tied up in the back. Her hair was in a ponytail. She had French tip nails, jewelry on, and some black platform converse shoes. 

"I like your hair..." 

"Me?" 

"Who else?" She giggled. 

"Oh. Thank you. I didn't really do much with it," 

"It looks good," 

Mm, she's just not saying that for no reason. My hair is in my usual afro, but it's not the neatest right now. Hmm. 

"How old are you?" She asks, eating her fries. 

"I'm 29. Thirty this year," 

"What day?" 

"November 7th," 

"No way! Mine is November 8th!" 

"Oh, my goodness! For real?" 

"Yeah! Scorpio twins! Cheers?" 

"Yeah," 

We made a toast to bring "Scorpio Twins' '. The rest of the night went by, and I had a nice time with Lyric. It wasn't awkward or weird...it was fun. Since then, we've been close from the beginning. We'd hang out, disappear on breaks, call each other, send each other Tik Tok and just get a vibe from each other. 

~~~~~~ 

Right now, I'm on my way to a gaming party. My friend, Mark, is hosting it. Des from work is gonna be there too. I haven't been to one of these in a couple months just because I've been busy and stuff. I made sure to feed Samson and take him out to do his business before I left. 

I hopped in the car and jammed out to some of my favorite songs while pulling up. I'm not sure what games we'll play, but imma find out when I get there. I had on a white graphic tee, some black Nike shoes, black jeans, and a black jacket. I had my cross necklace on because God is good, and my earring. I had a couple wrist bands too. 

The party was taking place in this venue on the second floor. I parked my car and prepared myself to mingle and whoop some people in these games. I got a text from Des asking if I'm here yet. I texted back that I'm walking in the building. 

Walking in the building, there was a lobby with couches, a fountain, a front desk, a food place, and a fireplace. I noticed a group of girls sitting at a table talking. One girl stood out to me. She had on this Jean outfit, a heart purse, long black hair, and long pink nails. She's dark skin, plump lips, a pretty face, and a nice curvy body. She glanced at me and waved. I nodded my head and smiled. 

I walked to the elevator and pressed for the second floor. I was a bit nervous though and I don't know why I haven't been to one of these before. Well, I have only ever been to two. I missed it like 3. The elevator doors opened, and the floor was filled with people, music, games, food, drinks. There were about a good 50 people here. Not a lot but still a lot. I headed into the crowd admiring how the place looked. I saw Pac-Man arcade games, I saw people playing Apex, COD, a few new games that were out—I even saw Roblox! The PS4's and PS5's were out tonight! People were playing Nintendo switches and I saw a couple of Xbox 1's. The food was being catered. They had seafood, regular food, stuff like that. 

"Aye, aye, aye! Get that shit man! Goddamnit! I almost had that shit for real!" Mark yelled. 

"Dude calm down," I said, walking up to him. 

"Aye, my nigga Cory in the building!" He shouted, dapping me up. "Haven't seen you in a minute! Where the hell have you been at?" 

"I've been working. I've been busy," 

"Probably trynna avoid this work. I get it," 

"Mark, I will literally crush you in this for real," 

"Talking all this shit! Come on, let me see what you got!" He said, passing me the controller. 

(Let's just pretend it's a made-up game lol) 

Me and Mark were neck and neck in this game, and it kept being a tie. But this was the last official round. We were both at 28 kills, we needed to get 30 and we won. For the last round, I was focused. No distractions! The round started...I began to get headshots on any opponent I saw. I was at 28...Mark was at 29. 

"Mark, you got this! Come on baby!" His friend shouted. 

"Cory, come on! Let's go!" Des shouted. 

I was now 29, tied with Mark. It was time for us to try and find each other and kill whoever was found first. 

"Cory, you might as well give up. I'm on yo ass," Mark said. 

"Nah. We don't give up over here," 

"Dude, it's only a matter of time before I find you," 

"Oh really?" 

"Yes! Yes, nigga!" 

"I wouldn't say that if I were you. I'm there," 

"I gotcho ass now!" Mark yelled. 

He shot at me, but I ducked, the crowd went crazy. I did my lil roll over and aimed for the head, and boom! Mark was dead! The crowd went wild! 

"WHAT?" Mark yelled. 

"Who's the loser now?" 

"Aw nah we gotta run that back!" 

"Nah, I won fair and square," 

"What's all this noise about?" A girl's voice said. 

I turned around and it was the girl from the lobby. 

"Cory just whooped my ass. I'll give him that," 

"Cuz I'm the goat," 

"We got to ass next game though," Jasper said. 

"Aw whatever," 

"What you doing up here anyway?" Mark asked. 

"I came up here for them sweet honey chicken wings. Is it anymore?" 

"Probably. Aye, this is my dude, Cory. Cory, this is my cousin, Tahjay," 

"Hey, nice to meet you. I saw you come in," 

"I know," 

"Yeah, I don't really bring it here anywhere for real. She wanna be with her girls and shit. And the one time I do bring her along, she wanna bring her girls and be downstairs," Mark said, rolling his eyes. 

"Relax, nigga, I said imma be up here. I'm up here now," 

"Well since you up here, how about you and Cory playing this game. You need 30 kills to win," Mark said, giving her a controller. 

"She plays video games?" I asked. 

"Yes, I do. Now let's go," she said, walking to the couch. 

"Boy, you betta get yo ass on that couch and give her the same energy I did," Mark demanded. 

"This easy work," 

I grabbed a controller and sat by Tahjay. First, how is she going to play with them long nails? 

"How you gone play with them long nails?" 

"The same way I be beating Mark in his games," 

"Lies!" Mark yelled. 

"Alright, come on! Cory you ready?" Jasper asked. 

"Yeah," 

"Jay, you ready?" 

"Always," 

The game started and it was going pretty smoothly. I had 10 kills and she had 7. Her girls were cheering her on and my boys had my back. But...she got ahead of me. 

"Cory! She about to win!" Des shouted. 

Tahjay had 27 kills and I had 16. Freak! I was nowhere near her. We were in the last round this time. I was 20 and she was 28. I was getting nervous...am I getting beat by a girl? She was trynna find me and get me, but I was trynna hide low key. 

"Where you at, nigga?" She spoke. 

"Don't worry about it," 

"Imma just find you on the radar," 

"And you'll be the one to go first. I was now at 24 and she still hasn't gotten too thirsty yet," 

"I see you getting up there," 

"I am," 

"Come on Jay! Kill him!" Her homegirl cheered. 

She found me and I was done for. She put like 16 bullets in my body. 

"Goddamn!" Mark said. 

"She wasn't playin’..." Des said. 

"Not new to this, but true to this," she said, placing the controller on the couch. 

"Yes! That's my girl!" Her homegirls cheered. 

I sat there in pure distraught. I was taken aback from what just happened. She really defeated me. 

"Cory, you good?" Des asked. 

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good," 

"Oh, he'll be okay. Come get a drink with me," Tahjay said. 

"Me?" Des asked. 

"No, Cory," 

I looked back and gave her a confused look. 

"Come on and get a drink with me," she said, pointing to the kitchen. 

"Okay..." 

I got up and followed her and her girls to the kitchen. The boys took over and played other games. She got her chicken and got this pineapple drink. I just grabbed a juice. Don't judge. We sat at the barstools, and she flipped her hair back. 

"I haven't seen you around," she said. 

"Oh. I haven't been here in a while. I've been busy," 

"What do you do?" 

"I do YouTube and I work at a Kroger's," 

"You play games on there?" 

"Yeah. I have 10k subscribers so far. Trynna get more to tune in," 

"I can help you with that," she said, taking a bite of her chicken. 

"Really?" 

"Yeah. I got 1 million. We can play games together and shit. That is if you're okay with that," 

"Yeah. I'm totally fine with it," 

"Cool. What's your Instagram?" 

We exchanged social media and continued to chit chat for a bit. She's been playing games for 7 years and has built a passionate fan base. I've only been playing for 4 years. She enjoys playing Sims and she has the gameplays on her channel. She adds mods to her games, she plays the basic game, she does free builds and all of that. She'll play other games here and there, but her audience is through Sims. 

"So, you gotta girlfriend?" 

"No, I'm single. You?" 

"Single. I just left that nigga. You ain't bout to cheat on me in my mother fucking house especially when you have yo own!" 

"That's some foul stuff," 

"It was. That was very disrespectful," 

"A couple years ago, my girlfriend left me. Something about me playing games was childish to her," 

"She's a lame ass hoe then," 

"I guess," I chuckled. 

"You cool. I like you. What's yo number?" 

"313-415-6862" 

"Okay. I just sent you a text. That's me. My name is Tahjay, but you can call me Jay," 

"Cool...I like that name," 

"Thank you," 

"I didn't know you and Mark were cousins," 

"It's cool. A lot of people didn't. But me and Mark are super close. He's just...loud," 

"Oh yes he is," 

"Nigga! What the fuck is you doing? Man, move! Move over!" Mark yelled. 

"See what I mean?" 

"Yes," 

"Jay, we are about to go to Summer house. You coming?" Her friend asked. 

"Yeah. What we doing over there?" 

"We just chilling', having a couple drinks, doing what girls do," 

"Okay, I'll meet ya downstairs," 

"Okay," 

"Well, I'm about to go. Feel free to talk to me and shit. And are you free tomorrow on Saturday?" 

"No, I have planned that morning and me and my friend are headed back here later that night," 

"Okay. Well, how about Sunday?" 

"Yeah," 

"Okay, cool. Imma text you later, okay?" 

"Yeah," 

"Okay. See you later, Cory," 

"See you later," An attractive girl that plays games and wants to link up and network? Could my night get any better?

#18+ content #romance #love #jt #sza #coryxkenshin

[teodoraioana221]

(Posting this one here, ‘cause it has a few short OC trivia moments, if you're curious)

I was tagged by @eve-to-adam, so here we go! It might get long, so buckle up for the ride. 😂

1. How many works do you have?

I couldn't tell you a number, because I've had multiple stories over the years. Some were short comics for semester projects I had to do back in uni, others were WIPs I started and abandoned, others are ongoing personal storytelling projects I'm working on at the moment.

2. What fandoms do you write for?

I don’t really write for any fandom right now, I prefer to focus on my own, original stories and OCs. But I wouldn’t put that idea past me entirely, with the way my hyperfixations work, you just never know. 😂

3. What are your top 5 stories by kudos?

I don't really want to make a top, but some of my favorites include a few short stories I wrote for Project Paranormal, which is a shared universe I'm co-creating with Andreea (@eve-to-adam) and about which I'll be talking about at Question 9.

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely I do! I even went to war with the “promote it on ->” bots on Instagram at one point, by replying with passive-aggressive comments, so. 🤣 Jokes aside, people who take their time to interact with my work and express their support mean the world to me, and I’m incredibly grateful to have them around. And those who even come back regularly? You deserve the world and I love ya 🥹✨

5. What’s the story you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm… Depends what you'd consider “angsty”. I guess one that could count would be a short, horror graphic novel I've done for uni. One of the main characters dies, while the other ends up in a mental institution, unsure whether the previous events truly happened or not, but haunted by some… otherworldly things that tend to suggest everything has, in fact, happened. I wouldn't necessarily see it as angsty per se, because that was never the aim when I wrote that ending, but it’s the only one I could think of.

6. What’s the story you wrote with the happiest ending?

Do on-going storylines whose development I know, count? Whatever, I’ll pretend they count. 🤣

I would say one of the happiest ones would be Hubert and Dolly's relationship (two of my OCs from Project Paranormal). Even though they didn't start on the best of terms, they ended up progressively discovering they actually... enjoyed each other's company, once they started chatting like, you know, normal people who weren't looking for a silly argument just for the sake of it. Because that's what they were doing in the beginning; their personalities clashed in a way that turned all their encounters into a match of "who annoys who first". To the point where they couldn't even remember what was the precise starting point of that whole thing. 😂 But then, little by little, once they started opening up, they both fell for each other pretty damn hard. Their relationship was obviously not gonna be without any hardship, because they both had their own flaws and things to work through (especially Hubert), but they found a tremendous amount of love and support in each other. They realized they simply… get each other, you know, on a level they couldn’t have anticipated, but which was there to last for a lifetime! So yeah, they’re definitely getting their happy ending. :D

7. Do you get hate on stories?

Not that I’m aware of. And even if I did, I wouldn’t… really care that much? ‘Cause I’m not writing for them haters, lemme tell you. 😂

8. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I like to depict sex and intimacy in my stories, so yeah, my writing kinda covers that stuff too. I usually prefer to go with the flow in those instances and see where the scene is taking me, in terms of description. Whether it’s gonna get more explicit or it’s gonna be a “fade to black” thing, depends entirely on the moment itself. I also like to be as character-centered as possible in my approach (which applies to every aspect of my storytelling, for that matter). I wanna take into consideration each character’s relationship with sex and intimacy, when I’m describing them; slight nuances to convey the moment in the same way each character is experiencing it, you know. What things they like, how they like them, how they communicate with partners etc. Like, take Delicia for example (my OC from Project Paranormal): she’s an experienced gal who likes to be creative in the bedroom (and outside) and is slightly more into the rough side of physical love, so depictions might get more blunt and slightly more explicit in her case. But at the same time, it wasn’t always like that, was it? Because she, like everyone else, had her own starting point, her own journey with intimacy and self discovery. And I want to capture that feeling as I’m writing her character. I want to capture that feeling with all of my OCs; I’m always trying my best to write as naturally as I can, to make the story really feel as if it’s a close look into one’s life and experiences. The spicy scenes are no exception to that! :D Now, whether I’m successful in this approach or not, is a completely different topic, but that’s beside the point. 😂

9. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not necessarily, but I do have one ongoing storytelling project that could technically count. It's a shared universe I'm co-creating with my friend, Andreea (@eve-to-adam). For the sake of this post I code named it “Project Paranormal” because it pops up for some other questions.

It's basically a story that revolves around two main families (Marlowe, written and created by me, and Elkins, written and created by Andreea) and their lives, as well as extra folks like friends, lovers, their pets etc. It's a romance meets supernatural (there are ghosts, ghouls n’ curses) meets historical fiction (it spans over the entire 20th century and goes until present day) meets drama type of story, with slice of life sprinkled all over. The slice of life aspect is kinda my favourite, because I generally enjoy writing the everyday experiences of my characters, those that don't necessarily tie into a specific plot point; like some sort of a “fly on the wall” approach. The story has a main plot, of course, and a main timeline of events, but under that we're essentially having fun with all sorts of storylines and moments. Right now I would say it's an open format story/universe, meaning we're drawing/writing different out-of-order parts and tidbits, but ultimately they all tie into that main timeline and plot we've set. So, at the end of the day, the story can always be put together chronologically, into a graphic novel type of format.

Ah shit, I almost forgot. The “crazy” bit about it (Andreea mentioned it in her own post as well) is that it all kinda started from a bunch of sims we created in Sims 4 one day. We were simply chatting and having a laugh about it and then we went “🤨…🤔” and bam! here we are today, with a bunch of Marlowe and Elkins generations and their storylines. 😂 ❤️

10. Have you ever had a story stolen?

Either I haven't OR the thief is hiding exceptionally well, I can’t tell. 😂

11. Have you ever had a story translated?

Does self translation count? 😂 If so, then yeah. I usually write in my native language, but I translate into English once I decide to post some of it online. The funny thing is, the English translation actually improves the writing in some cases (specifically the dialogues!), because I have some English, Irish and Scottish peeps amongst my OCs, and in their case I can play with things like slang, accents, cussing etc, which gives a more natural vibe to their conversations (and is kinda fun to work on).

12. Have you ever co-written a story before?

I’m currently doing that with Project Paranormal (see Question 9)! :D

13. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

— Aragorn&Arwen from The Lord of The Rings, always! They're probably one of my oldest ships, too, and they will always hold that special place in my heart. Aaand they’re definitely the reason why, to this day, I have a big thing for elf+human couples in fiction. XD

— Bill&Frank from The Last Of Us (show version), because people finding their lil’ corner of love and happiness in a dying world?? Hell yes, all the yes! 🥺

14. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Hmm… There is this one fantasy story I've been trying to put together for the past 2 years or so, but at the moment I kind of lost my passion for it. I tried to rethink and revive it in 2023 and it worked for a while, but ultimately I put it back on the shelf again, at least for now. In a way I wish I will regain that passion to continue, because I have some characters there whose stories I'd still like to tell, but right now I don't see it happening. Besides, I have other story ideas I want to test (and possibly pursue) right now. But who knows? Maybe one day?

15. What are your writing strengths?

Okay I totally suck at identifying my own strengths, lmao. 😂 But let's give it a try. I would like to think I'm good at allowing my characters to shape the language I'm writing with, instead of me shaping the language for them. I always love when, in literature, dialogues sound like things people would say in real life, or when the writing imitates the manner of speech people use on a daily basis (one of the reasons why I like Stephen King’s writing style, for example). I strike to achieve the same in my stories, so I give my OCs the freedom of talking in their own, individual ways.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I tend to write too slowly for my own liking. I'm also a bit of a scatterbrained type of writer; let's say I write a certain scene, when suddenly I wanna jump to a totally different one. Nothing wrong with that, of course! But in my case, at the end of the day, I either end up in a writer’s void and I can't write for either scene anymore, OR I constantly switch back and forth between them and I can't concentrate on either one. Sucks to be me sometimes. 😅 But I'm trying to improve this in myself, so let's hope for the best!

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a story?

It’s a pretty cool thing and I like seeing it in stories. It's a concept I'd like to play with, too. For example, some of my characters from Project Paranormal have Portuguese ancestry and speak the language: Delicia was taught by her mum, Dolly, and by grandpa Thomas (Dolly's father). I'd like to think Dolly and her lil’ lass would frequently switch to chatting in Portuguese, during Delicia's formative years, which helped her learn the language and become fluent (and later on in life, Delicia will do the same with her own daughter). So, naturally, I'd love to have at least a glimpse of those conversations in the story as well! :D However, I will have to rely on the mighty internet to help me with that, because I don't know any Portuguese. XD

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Ooooh, you’re digging up very old memories with that one. I think the first fandom I ever attempted to write for was InuYasha, an anime I watched and enjoyed back in the day, when I was a bit more into the anime scene. But you can imagine how that went, considering I was like 12 years old or something like that. 😂

19. Favourite story you’ve ever written?

The most recent one I did. It's called “By The Alley” and it's a short story from Project Paranormal that features two of my OCs: Hubert and Paddy. I like the story flow I managed to capture there and I feel like I'm finally finding my writer voice, so to speak. I also had a lot of fun writing their dialogues! Both Hubert and Paddy were born and raised in Leeds, West Yorkshire (although Paddy has Irish heritage) and they are “raised by the streets” kinda guys. The way they speak reflects that pretty well, so I had fun trying to put some of those nuances in their speech. And the cussing, I loved writing the cussing. I discovered this to be a very odd pleasure of mine, writing people who curse. 😂 And Hubert's definitely the right person for that, because the man has no filter whatsoever (with Delicia being a close second – like father, like daughter, am I right?). 😂

—

That's it! If you actually made it this far, have a cookie and a beer: 🍪🍺

…along with my undying gratitude, of course! 😂🫶🏻

I will tag: @theeuropeanidiotverse and whoever else wants to join! No pressure whatsoever, though! <3

#writing thoughts #tag game #writer ramblings

[bepp-ers]

3/3 MC: " He can annihilate you if he wishes to do so. He might be benevolent but I am not next time you talk shit about him you wont get away with just a broken nose" Demon runs away Lucifer*inwardly proud* " MC you should not do things like that ignore them like I do" MC :"You might ignore them but I wont let anybody disrespect anybody dear to me!!! I will throw hands if necessary."

okay look. bro. I LOVE YOU THIS IS SUCH A FUNNY CONCEPT I WATCHED THESE ROLL IN AND I DROPPED EVERYTHING FOR THIS!!!!! tysm my lovely, im really glad someone likes my theme too!! love ya <3

mc throws hands cos someone insulted their man - brothers reactions (pure crack/fluff)

🦚 lucifer 🦚

luci knew that you weren't a doormat. you had spirit, as he'd seen for himself firsthand.

but this? it was hot as fuck, and funny as fuck to the prideful demon.

the two of you were arranging something for an upcoming event, walking along in the R.A.D courtyard, when it happened.

"hah. look at him, diavolo's simpering little lapdog. doesn't he look pathetic?"

one moment, you were calm and collected, pleasantly suggesting ideas.

the next, your head whipped around, glaring at the two demons.

"okay, which one of you just said that?" lucifer was a little taken aback, but he wouldn't stop you- not yet, anyway.

"what's it to you, human?" oh, so that's who said it.

"okay you miserable waste of space, clean out your filthy ears and listen-" you marched over, eyes fixed on the perpetrator before you.

"-you insult him again, and i'll slice your balls off and feed 'em to Cerberus! lucifer is a capable and formidable demon, not a lapdog, and if i hear one more thing from you i swear man. count your goddamn days."

you glared up at the demon, who steeled his gaze. a second passed, then two, then he chuckled.

"huh. human's got bite." he mumbled, and walked away.

"MC."

oh shit. 'guess i should count my days, huh.'

"uhh- sorry, it just irked me the way he--" "thank you. now, what were we on about?"

the man is impressed. you might think he'd be mad, and if others were present he might pretend to be, but honestly? he's never seen the human do something so assertive, and he's down bad for it.

just try not to make a habit of it, cos between you and me, he doesn't want to set a bad impression of diavolo.

💰 mammon 💰

"hey look- it's the mutt, and his owner!"

you were in town with mammon, enjoying the day when your favourite demon was heckled right before your eyes.

he rolled his eyes and mumbled something, turning away.

"hey, aren't you gonna say something back?"

"nah, 's not worth my time." you shrugged. "okay, i'll do it then."

"okay then, wait - nonononono MC! what are you doing?!" he couldn't stop you though, as you were already heading over to the heckler.

"oi. wanna repeat what you just said, buddy?" you asked, a strange surge of confidence washing over you.

"oh? here to defend your pet?" "okay moron- that right there? that's the mammon. not a pet. he'd turn every bone in your body into gold and eat it for lunch if he wanted to! keep his name out of your filthy mouth, asshat."

"MC!! what are you doing??" mammon had ran over at this point, placing two hands on your shoulders to steer you away.

"u-uh... sorry bout the comment..." the demon mumbled, backing away slowly as you glared.

he glanced between you, a human with more fire than all 9 layers of hell inside you, and mammon, who looked more annoyed than anything, and then ran.

"jeez, what a loser. wanna go try that smoothie place now?" you turned back to mammon, your tone back to nonchalance as before.

"mc... that was really cool 'n all, but i don't want you to get hurt. please don't do that again- i mean, 's not like i care all that much but- but you know what i mean!"

he fumbled with his words as you walked, and you chuckled.

"aw, the great mammon cares about me. no promises, sorry."

🎧 leviathan 🎧

the one time you'd convinced him to leave the house, of course something had to happen.

"mc, i really don't think this was a good idea..." "nonsense! you're fine! i'm right here, don't worry."

you happily kept your arms linked, ensuring that you were calm enough for the two of you as you traipsed the anime convention.

"sheesh, that guy looks like such a loser, clinging on to the human like that. who does he think he is?"

oh. oh. oh they did NOT just insult your bestie, love of your life, yee to your haw--

you glanced up at levi, who was desperately trying not to focus on what he'd just heard.

'yeah. no. not on my watch.'

"hang on sweetie, stay here 'kay?"

"mc w-w-wait-! oh no! of course they'd leave a yucky otaku like me..."

you sidled over to the demon who had caused the offense, and tapped them on the shoulder.

"excuse me, i think you dropped something?" "huh?" "yeah, your goddamm standard of living? you fucking profiterole- do you have any clue who you're insulting??"

the demon, clueless and pissed, looked at you with a dumbfounded expression.

"that's the grand admiral of hell's navy. say one more thing and i won't hesitate to deck you." "what the fuck is wrong with you humans?? dear god..."

the demon glared and shoved past you, sauntering away.

"heyy, i'm back." "gah!! mc, you scared me- and that guy, what were you doing with him??"

you shrugged. "just letting him know what the 'human you cling to' thought of his comments. wanna find another stall now, or take a break?"

oh dear. you've 100% gone and broken the poor guy.

mc?? stand up for a loser like him??? impossible, a paper dream, never in a million years!! he had to be dreaming, right?

"hello? mr grand admiral, levi, you still with us?"

"u-uh-! yeah, sorry! you're so cool, mc..." "heh, glad to hear it."

📗 satan 📗

okay, it's probably going to be both of you trying to kill the poor demon who dared slander the 5th born.

on the off chance that satan isn't trying to throw hands, he'd probably just get seriously annoyed and try to drop it.

not you, though.

"...just like lucifer..."

the sharp intake of breath was like a gunshot next to you, and you gripped satan's arm tightly to calm him.

"heyyy. hey. focus on me, alright?"

he rolled his eyes, but made no effort to break away from your grip. good. that's what you wanted.

"let me handle this one. you find another book to read, i'll be right back."

you stood from your chair, leaving satan both curious and confused.

you knew for a fact that he'd follow you, which furthered your confidence even more.

"hey, you there- yeah, i'm talking to you." "ohh, you're that human right? the hell do you want? lost your little demon pet?"

now, normally you'd have tried to keep calm, smooth things over with words, or maybe plaster a smile and simply ignore him, but this time was different.

the demon paled as you grabbed him by the collar, keeping your voice low and malicious.

"try anything like that again and i'll... i'll invert your ribs and wear them as a crown. got it?"

the demon nodded, shivering, and you could feel your confidence begin to fade.

"good. don't you dare forget it, either."

with that, you decided to skedaddle, not wanting to tempt fate any further.

"i must say, mc, i'm pretty impressed. someone's been paying particular attention recently i see."

you settled back into your seat next to satan, leaning on his shoulder to read whatever he was reading.

"mm, it was nothing. the guy was being a jerk, 's all." "whatever you say, mc, whatever you say."

💖 asmodeus 💖

it's no secret that with fame comes fans, and also haters.

one of which you'd somehow managed to run into whilst shopping with asmo, it seemed.

coming back from searching for a particular jacket, your eyes widened as you saw asmo and an incubus toe-to-toe, deep in a wicked argument.

'uh oh... i've got a bad feeling about this.'

"-oh, here they are now! tell him, mc! tell him i'm not fake, tell him!!"

tears were threatening to spill down his perfect face, and you knew you had to act.

"what the hell did you say to him, you jackass?!"

"tsk, i only suggested the realistic possibility that he's only dating you to further his own fame."

"i- excuse me?"

"c'mon babe!! we've all seen the devilgram posts, it's black and white, everyone can see it."

"okay. alright. that's how it is, huh? what are you, jealous? he's not using me, he's a genuinely nice demon, that fucking cares about other people! what are you, jealous? can't find your own happy ending so you try to ruin others? get the fuck out of our sight before things get messy- now!!"

the incubus glowered at you before skulking away, mumbling something unintelligible.

"asmo, honey, it's okay. he's gone now." asmo sniffed and threw his arms around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

"you really mean everything you said??"

you laughed, gladly returning the hug.

"of course you loveable idiot. pay no mind, the guy was a prick." "oh mc, what did i do to deserve you?"

you shrugged. "could say the same about you, cupcake. how about we finish our shopping, hm?"

🍔 beelzebub 🍔

beel didn't even realise the other demon had insulted him until you ran off, questioning and berating him.

poor guy was far too hungry, but once everything was explained, he was grateful.

"he said you were gonna eat me alive, beel."

"oh. mc... do you think i'd eat you? i mean you do look tasty, but i wouldn't eat you." you giggled.

"no beel, i don't think you'd eat me. i swear though, if i ever see that demon again i'll eat him!"

he appreciated the incentive, truly. at first he was worried that you might actually start to believe that he'd eat you.

"so mr 'im gonna eat the human', your stomach is getting too loud. wanna grab a gigadeath burger?"

"i'd like that."

💤 belphegor 💤

look he's probably asleep when it happens. just- it's what he does, okay?

"jeez. why the hell are you babying a demon?"

it was another member of your class, a demon you didn't recognise.

"excuse me?"

you were letting belphie nap on the desk using your blazer as a pillow, when the offender came along.

"you heard me. why do you coddle him so much? you're only human. it doesn't make sense."

you stood up, unusually irate.

"okay. aight. firstly, it's none of your goddamn business what i do with my friends, and secondly, i'm not coddling him, i'm showing basic decency!"

at this point, the commotion had stirred belphie, who was looking between the two of you, disoriented and confused.

you glared at the demon, and he muttered something before glancing between the two of you.

"what was that about?"

you returned to your seat, calm once more and smiled. "nothing. go back to sleep if you wanna."

he shrugged and nestled back down, head buried in the fabric.

you ran a hand through his hair, not seeing the little hidden smile, as he had seen the whole event but chose not to make a fuss.

he'd just haunt that demon's nightmares later. and thank you properly when no-one else could bother you.

#obey me #<3 #bepp-ers #obey me! shall we date? #omswd #om!swd? #omswd x reader #om! shall we date? #om!swd? x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me crack #obey me brothers #obey me shitpost #obey me brothers x reader #obey me lucifer #obey mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #ggahausnsisjsks this took so long im sorry chief

[idiots-at-sonobeno-high]

Do you two have any friends outside of school? Sorry my question isn't that interesting, im just curious ^^

"I'm just curious…" Joe trailed off, finishing the message that he had been softly mumbling underneath his breath, the teenager's voice much quieter than it typically was. Although it was odd, something that was absolutely undeniable, there was something about the gentle words that were almost comforting— if one could allow themself to think in such a way.

Reading things aloud sometimes was a habit Joe couldn't seem to break, since he had gotten used to it for so long. It was pretty weird, actually. Kids were taught to read by scanning pages and uttering each presented syllable out loud in order to form a story, but it was like when you got older, adults wanted you to stop. They taught you something you'd just quit, and although everyone seemed to find it normal, was it really right to think differently or was there truly nothing wrong with that way of teaching?

Apparently there wasn't. 

Joe had made his mistakes before, had started speaking aloud without even realizing it, and although it led to small issues every now and again— with others getting a bit annoyed and all that— it just meant that when he was alone, he could do it more often. He could form the words himself, could actually understand what was being said to him, and no matter how dumb it may have sounded, it was actually really, really helpful. The brunette had gotten better in public, moving his lips at times instead of flatout talking, but it seemed that this was another exception of his. There were no adults around, after all.

Joe gazed upwards once he finished reading, flashing another one of his bright smiles.

"Hey, pal, c'mon! I think that's a pretty interesting question myself and so does Sara! Don't sell yourself short, 'kay? I could bet ya one whole pencil that you've got some pretty awesome ideas brewing up in that brain of yours." As if proving his point, Joe raised one of his freckled hands up, his index finger tapping on his temple twice before he paused. "For my sake let's make that bet hypothetical, though. I kinda need pencils." With that, the dog lover laughed shortly as he dropped his hand, only to start humming in concentration for a moment.

"Okay!" he suddenly chirped, upholding as much enthusiasm as an energetic dog, which was actually a bit funny considering the keychain in his front pocket. "So, of course there's the gang and all that, which ya should already know a bit about. If ya don't know who I'm referring to, maybe you haven't checked Sara's social media." Dramatically, the high-schooler forced his expression to change, shifting it to one of suspicion. He held it for several seconds before it fell, his smile becoming present again.

"I'm gonna assume ya want something new, something fresh, something cool. With that, I offer you this not-so-secret secret! Sara's been telling me about this one kid, Gin! For his own safety, I won't be saying the little guy's last name, but hopefully ya know him! He's this super cool fellow with the sickest cape you could ever see. I'd describe it, but there's no way I could do the thing some justice, y'know? Anyways, Sara's been babysitting him as a part time job, so I'd say they're pretty good friends— and although it isn't really related, I think them being able to watch over kids so well is just… epic, honestly." The brunette let out a breath, sounding happy.

"Speaking of a job, I guess you could say that I meet some friends through work? I have regular customers and everything, so that pretty much counts! There's also co-workers, so yeah, I've got some friends outside of school! They're older than me, but friendship has no age limit. I- uh- think that's the quote."

#joe tazuna #joe answers! #sonobeno asks! #vee writes.

[naomana]

i'm back with another one: just learnt that in just for relaxation vincenzo tells tommy about norman, "our guys on the force say there's a new detective come in - name of norman. untouchable, they think - not taking green from anyone. but everyone's got their price, even if it's the price of a bullet." now i love this because i'm pretty sure vinnie's use of the word green there, refers to the slang of calling someone 'inexperienced' so norman was as uptight as ever and i love him for it.

but also this reminded me of a thought i've been having for a wee while now, where, honestly norman must be a pretty good detective. IGNORING the fact it took him three years to figure out who killed morello (and even that was by pure chance, only because norman was such a suck up, word got round about him). but like really, have i got it all wrong, can you give any ole detective in your ranks the task of figuring out who killed a mob boss? i personally feel like you couldn't, that's a job you'd hand down to one of your most experienced and trusted detectives. like norman's really prideful, morello's case must've driven him a little bit insane because he wants to keep his good name. i feel like he would be really proud of himself for making it this far, being given a job like this. but also referring back to how i said norman must be a pretty good detective - norman is also really stupid too, like seriously, some stupid, low life mobster or something like that called him inexperienced and now look norman all the mobsters know about you dumbass. honestly how did he not die as soon as they saw how bitchy he was? or did everyone just think he wouldn't be a threat because of how bitchy he was? and because they thought he was inexperienced. backtrack, how did they know norman was a detective? did he do an awful job keeping himself inconspicuous? was he being spied on? did salieri ever know about him if vinnie and co knew about him? and if salieri did know about him either before or after the ratting did he put a hit on him in 1951 as well?

im sorry i hope you like novels im going insane

I think in this case, the way he said it, he meant Norman is someone you can't bribe

Green=money, even "Everyone has a price, even if it's a price of bullet".. basically everyone can be bribed, with either money or death.. becasue..ya know..dead people don't tend to go against you lol

But yeah, Norman is 100% inexperienced and uptight ass when he comes to LH..like..he has experience in police force ofc, but has no idea how things work at LH

You're right in Norman being good at what he does, I mean within a reason. You'd give such an important job to someone who's not gonna completely blow it or get bribed in middle of it

And when it comes to Vinnie knowing about him, Norman is such a prideful prick I can imagine him getting one of Salieri's (and Morello's) guys arrested just so he could "Send message through them to their bosses" that there's new cop in town and he means business

Or second option, both are super realistic btw, Salieri and Morello had their people in police force ( well we know Morello did have some cops under his thumb) and the information of new cop that couldn't be bought was what the two of them wamted to know, so they could take different approach

#sorry I keep jumping from one to another I tried to keep it so it makes sense #but it turns out making NO sense lol #mafia definitive edition #detective norman

[loveislandthegamefan79]

Day 3: "Loose Lips" Part 17

Finn: I think we need chat Suresh...

Dana rushes over to you...

Dana: What do you think Finn's going to say to Suresh?

You hear raised voice coming from the villa...

Finn: Oi! Don't walk away from me, Suresh!

You all rush over to see the commotion...You and the other Islanders rush into the garden to find Finn and Suresh arguing...

Ariellea: Oi! Pack it in both of you...

They don't seem to hear you...

Finn: You're a player, Suresh! A game player and a manipulator!

Suresh: I was being genuine!

Finn: You used the challenge to get into Ariellea's head about your past...I'm not buying this sudden sensitive act!

Suresh: It's not an act! Now get out my face...

Both boy's tempers are about to boil over...

Ariellea: Come you two...you don't want to do something you'll both regret and get kicked of the show...

Suresh: Why don't you tell ya boy to back off?

Finn: Why don't you back off, Suresh! You're a joke...Don't you think Ariellea has been through a enough with you already?!

Ariella: ENOUGH BOTH OF YOU! Finn I appreciate you for sticking up for me...But please, Babe...For me just walk away so can calm down...

Alfie and Eddie hurry over and pull Finn and Suresh away from each other...Kat rushes over too, thirsty for the goss...

Ariellea: It's ok guys I got to calm down a little...Alfie can you please go with Finn? And Eddie can you please go with Suresh?

Eddie and Alfie give you a nod say ok...You walk up to fun and look him in the eyes to let know it's going to be ok you put your hand to his face and caress it then you give him a reassuring kiss and hug...

Dana: Sorry, I know this timing sucks, but I didn't get to ask you earlier and I don't want to leave it any longer.,.Did you mind me kissing Suresh?

Ariellea: What do you think? Dana!...Yes I did mind...especially after our talk we had earlier...Your friends are right about you....You don't think before you do...And Suresh as hell don't listen...

Dana: I get that....I'm sorry...

Ariellea: I'm about sick of your sorry's too...'Cos they don't mean shit...

You hear Finn and Suresh kick off again...You and Dana rush over to see Finn and Suresh glaring at each other....

Kat: This is ridiculous...

Suresh: He's ridiculous! Hasn't got a clue but keeps sticking his nose in!

Finn: I haven't got a clue about what? I know plenty about yours and Ari's situation...She has talked to about you're past you know?!

Suresh: So what, You just need to move on...

Finn: You're the one who needs move on, Big fella...

Suresh: Just shut up, Finn...

Kat: Suresh, babe, he might be right?

Suresh: What?

Kat: All this agro with you and Ariellea? You seriously need to cool it now?

Kat isn't messing around and Suresh calms slightly...

Kat: You two need to hear this and no one else is gonna say it right now...You're exes for a reason...And if you think it would ever work like it used to after all your drama, soz babes, but you're dreaming... Going back to an ex might feel right, but it ain't...Trust me , I've done it enough...

Everyone waits awkwardly for someone to speak, Suresh takes this in...

Kat: Seriously, Suresh, don't you think you'd be happier if you forgot about Ariellea?

Everyone stares at Suresh...

Suresh: I never thought I'd say this but... May I would be...

You think to yourself " Is he really serious this time? Well he be happier without us? Well we be happier without him?...The Are shocked..Your shocked even Suresh seems to o be surprised by what he's just said...Suresh walks away...Meanwhile, Alfie takes Finn for a cool-down chat...Eddie returns to you, Kat and Dana...

Eddie: I think Suresh is actually for real...This is like, a new leaf for him...

Dana: Seriously? After his emotional trip down memory lane in the challenge?

Kat: Well there's only one way to find out...

Ariellea: What do you mean find by find out?

Kat: Somebody needs to put him to the test...And I think it should be Dana...Since they where cracking on right in front of you and behind your back..

Dana: And how exactly to you suppose I test him?

Kat: Well, Dana come with me and I'll tell you, Sorry Ariellea? I don't think you hear what I've got planned..

Ariella: Your right I don't...

You wonder if Suresh has really given up on you finally, and will he be crackin' on with Dana?

#litg #litg fanfic #litg suresh #litg ex in the villa #litg s5

[sunny6677]

THE AUDIO LOGS OF ANDREW HUDSON.

SUMMARY: The following are real audio tapes of tapes left by an animator at the forgotten studio Joey Drew Studios. Please ensure that you are ready to listen with these with caution, dear listener. What you may hear may cause you to never want to hear again. What you may picture may make you never want to see again. Please be aware of the consequences you may have if you do not have permission to listen to these tapes. If not permitted, then [REDACTED]. You have been warned.

(This is fiction btw, so no worries-- I know some people with anxiety issues might think this is real so this is just a clarification.)

TW FOR CHAPTER/TAPE: NONE.

TW FOR SERIES: MANIPULATION, TRANSFORMATION, UNHEALTHY MINDSET, OBSESSIONS, CULTS, CULT MENTIONS, MURDER.

--------------------------

TAPE #4.

THE VOICE OF WALLY FRANKS AND ANDREW HUDSON.

2 HOURS AFTER THE THIRD TAPE.

--------------------------

W: "Okay, get this— so I'm walkin' around and doin' my rounds like I always do, right? When outta the blue, Sammy comes outta nowhere and starts hollerin' me as if I ain't already 2 feet away from 'em! I says, "Jeez, pal! What's got you in a twist?" He says, "These damn ink—..." What was that?"

[SILENCE FOR 2 SECONDS.]

W: "Hey, hello?"

[ANDREWS VOICE IN THIS PART OF THE RECORDING SOUNDS FAINT.]

W: "Oh, ay, pal— what'aya doin over there?"

A: "Eh, I'm on break, what el—"

W: "What— what's all the garbage doin' in those hands o'yours? Ain't that my job?"

A: "Yeah, yeah, but I ain't gonna let ya clean something as crazy as this shit. You'd think these guys are raccoons with how messy they are, I'm tellin' ya!" [ANDREWS VOICE BECOMES SLIGHTLY LOUDER.]

W: "Bu— buddy, ya ain't have to do all that! I can take care o' the garbage myself! Here, come— come over here, pal."

A: "Oh—pal, I picked these up myself— I'm not makin' ya do all the shit just 'cuz your the janitor 'round here. I feel okay with helpin' a pal out every once and a while, ya don't have to worry too much."

W: "Well, yeah, I know! But'cha ain't gotta do my job for me. Sure, your kinda makin' my job a lil' easier, but ya ain't gotta do it all for me. I'm sure it ain't exactly easy for ya either, bud."

A: "I'd assume it ain't easy for you either, though— so even so, I'd say it's worth it."

W: "Wha— okay, pal, that ain't how it wor—"

A: "Oh, yeah, speakin' o' which, I wanna get to know ya more! So I'm invitin' ya down to that local diner down town, my treat!"

W: "Wha— this soon! Bu— buddy, hey, we haven't even—"

A: "Oh, nonsense, you'll love it! It's never too late to get to know someone, especially when they're cool as hell like you, man!"

W: "Co— cool as—"

A: "Yeah, pal! Your pretty fuckin' awesome— especially considerin' ya deal with this shit everyday! I mean, if I were in charge o' cleanin' duty, I'd practically fuck everythin' up no matter how much I was tol—"

[FAINT THUDS OF OBJECTS FALLING ARE THEN HEARD.]

W: "Heh, I can tell.. n— not to sound rude or an—"

A: "Oh, I know, don't worry! I suck at cleanin', it's pretty obvious! Can't rely on me to clean shit, I'd probably be the worst butler or janitor to ever live if I ever became one! Which is why—"

[THE SOUNDS OF THINGS BEING PICKED UP ARE HEARD.]

A: "I became an animator! Cuz I sure as hell can do that as better than I can clean."

W: "Huh, well— I'd like to see your animations sometime, buddy. But ya gotta believe me, pal, I might not be able to—"

A: "Anyway, I'm gonna be goin' now, probably gotta get back,to my animatin' before Joey hollers after me like I ain't already 2 feet away from 'em. Uhh— I'll make sure this shit ends up in the garbage where it needs to be, I'll let ya know if there's any more later."

W: "Wh— bu—"

A: "Toodles!"

[RAPID FOOTSTEPS ARE HEARD APPROACHING AWAY FROM THE AUDIO LOG, AUDIBLE HUMMING FROM ANDREW IS HEARD; BUT IT DOES NOT APPEAR THAT WE CAN CONCLUDE WHAT TUNE HE WAS HUMMING.]

W: "I, uh.. [sigh].. ya know, if peoples 'round here don't stop interruptin' me, I'm outta here."

---------------------------

NOTES: THE FOUNDATION CAN CONCLUDE FROM THIS TAPE THAT WALLY DID NOT EXACTLY FEEL POSITIVELY ABOUT ANDREW FROM THIS TAPE. THOUGH THE INFORMATION IS IRRELEVANT TO WHAT HAPPENED TO ANDREW, WE CAN ALSO CONCLUDE THAT WALLY DID NOT CONSIDER HIM A FRIEND AT FIRST.

#batim #batim x oc #andrew hudson #wally franks #wally franks batim #wally #read the tws

[dotdothoneypot]

Tokyo Revengers Characters: Type Of Baby Daddies *with feelings*

Minors/AGELESS DNI! Shouldn't even be thinking about having kids, kid.

Bored writing, babes. Any 'jabs' at baby mamas are not to be taken seriously. We don't look down on single parents over here.

TWs: Uh mentions of un protected sex, trapping, possession, toxic relationships, kids being born ig, plastic surgery. Didn't proof

Still in love types:

The two of you probably broke up during your pregnancy. Not sure why, more than likely you did the dumping and haven't looked back out of pride and/or post partum kicking your ass too much for you to care. Either way he is patiently waiting for you to come to your senses and take him back. After all, the entire reason you're pregnant is because you begged him to give you a baby in the heat of the moment. How could he ever tell you no? Anything you need during and after the pregnancy he is there no questions asked. Kept his ringer extra loud at work and at night just in case you went into labor and he could rush to you. Once the baby is born he is on daddy mode 1000%. Dotes on you and the baby. Is the proudest papa ever and still refers to you as his gf to others despite the break up. If you ever wanted to put him on child support he would say "of course, my love. whatever you need."

-Chifuyu, Takemitchi, Souya, Inui, Hakkai

*Seemingly* Indifferent Types:

Not even sure how you got pregnant by this guy. The two of you were always careful so how you slipped up, who knows? You don't even find out until the two of you already broke up. You'd never gotten pregnant before and thought your period was just irregular or something until far too many symptoms come up. The future baby daddy in question seems to not care much but offers money when you ask and offers rides to doctors appointments and all that. If it wasn't for the occasional "How are you" text you'd think he skipped town.

Underneath the surface he is ecstatic about being a dad. Part of him wants to get back together to give your child an opportunity to a normal upbringing(also to protect you from the 'shame' of being an unwed mother).

Once the baby is born he is the perfect co parent. Can't keep the baby out of his arms. Has shown the baby off to every single person who will humor him. If you would allow it he would be the primary parent. It may not be the nuclear family structure he dreamed but it is still his own piece of heaven.

-Draken, Mitsuya, Wakasa, Ran

Child Support Baby Daddy

Ya...your relationship was more than always about an uh...even exchange. You were either a sugar baby or a trophy gf. Either way your relationship wasn't ever much of one outside of sexual and other shallow reasons. For sure you thought he would tell you to get rid of it. Instead he got you a bigger apartment closer to his residence for you and the baby. This man was dropping stacks like he had no limits. Love or endearment are hardly the words that could be used to describe this man's feelings about the whole ordeal. Pride perhaps?

Already the protective parent, he told very few about the future little one and made sure you did the same.

You got the best doctors and midwives, he actually showed up once the baby was born.

Mans got you a nanny, tummy tuck, bbl, new titties 🥺 whatever you wanted post baby. The baby's future spot at some boarding school was already secured.

-KoKo, Mikey, Sanzu, Rindou, Kisaki

TOXIC , probably have multiple babies with MF'n Baby Daddy 🙄

Got you pregnant on purpose because he thought you were gonna dump him 😧 You were and you did so now you're stuck with him. That he asked "you gonna have my baby" prenut and in the heat of the moment you said "yes, daddy. please😫" Now the two of you are broken up for the 6th time this week, and he's in your bed rubbing on your round belly.

He is often always way too childish for your tastes but you still mess with him so who is really childish? Both of you. Still stays at your house, drinking your other kids capri suns and eating their snacks if you let him successfully knock you up again.

Don't even bother humoring the idea of getting your kids a step daddy if you value his(potential new bf) safety.

When he isn't being a menace he can actually be kinda sweet. He brings you food and rubs your achy feet. Even if he did just pick on you and say they look like cans of busted up biscuits 😔

The kid(s) like him more. 😤 He is the fun parent 🙄

Child support? No. He sees you and the kids every day. Why does the government need to be in your business? He took you out to eat and shopping two weeks ago.

Truth be told, he has you wrapped around his finger. Will be in a situationship for 7 years, with 5 kids, then he will probably make you marry him so buckle up.

-Hanma, Smiley, Kazutora, Taiju(would prolly make u marry him after the second kid though and pray for forgiveness)

#tokyo revengers × reader #chifuyu x reader #takemitchi x reader #hakkai x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #chifuyu matsuno #nahoya kawata #takemitchi #draken #mikey tokyo revengers #koko tokyo revengers #ran haitani #rindou haitani #inui x reader #souya kawata #smiley tokyo revengers #angry tokyo revengers #kazutora x reader #shuji hanma #hanma x reader #kisaki headcanons #kisaki x y/n #wakasa #sanzu hcs #sanzu headcanons #Sanzu #smiley smut #hanma smut #tokyo revengers smut