#@god can i get a day off so i can work on this shit chief

[artiststarme]

Let's Get Out Of Here

Aha, the writer’s block is gone! I’m not sure what this is but I hope you guys like it! Please leave your thoughts in the comments.

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Eddie had wanted to leave since he stepped foot into the god-forsaken town. As soon as he’d passed the town’s border in the backseat of the social worker’s sedan, he knew he didn’t belong there. Hawkins was everything he despised about society; white picket fences for the rich, small town boys who thought they were better than everyone else, and snobby adults that turned their nose up if he so much as looked at them.

So yes, he’d been imagining a way out since he got in. He’d imagined Corroded Coffin making it big and getting to leave Hawkins together, best friends living the best life on stage while sharing their music with the masses. They wouldn’t be the outcasts that people treated like shit beneath their boots anymore, they would be something important. Unfortunately, that dream was squashed by his experiences over Spring Break. His old friends wouldn’t so much as glance at him much less leave town to hit the road with him.

Gone were the friends that would listen to him narrate a campaign for hours on end. Gone were the the friends that would drop everything to practice one of Eddie’s spur of the moment song ideas. After Spring Break of his third senior year, Eddie was alone.

He managed to avoid criminal charges by the skin of his teeth with a bogus alibi fabricated by the surprisingly-still-alive-Chief Hopper. He was finally able to graduate from high school and get a full time job to raise some money. But everything else was ruined. The friends he’d had since sophomore year were gone, the trailer he’d called his home was savaged, and his body was marred with gruesome scars that still wrought pain on the worst days.

On the bad days when the pain kept him in bed, he’d fantasize about leaving Hawkins. New, more achievable dreams centered around moving someplace new with Wayne. They’d pack everything up in the van and truck and just take off. They’d leave the tragic Midwest behind and head somewhere bigger like LA or NYC to take the world at storm, Munsons against the world as it had always been. Unfortunately though, they just didn’t have the funds to do that. Wayne couldn’t leave the plant when he had no savings to his name. And Eddie didn’t have anywhere near enough saved from working at Thatcher Tire to support them both.

He still had nothing going for him in Hawkins though. The harsh glares and pointed insults had only worsened since Chrissy’s death. He had to leave. But, he’d always been a coward at heart and he wasn’t brave enough to leave on his own. He would be trapped in the town that hated him until he died or something happened to force him out.

The one thing he had still was his family. It had lost several members but it had gained even more. The Party had managed to creep passed his defenses to find a place in his broken heart. Steve and Robin in particular grew close to him, assigning themselves best friends of Eddie Munson 1 and 2, respectively. They would hang out around Wayne’s new trailer, bother him at work, and he’d bother them at theirs.

It was on one of these impromptu hang-out sessions that a spark of hope developed in his chest. He’d been mourning his cowardice and inability to leave in silence until Steve started complaining about feeling trapped in his empty home. It was then that Eddie saw an opportunity.

“I don’t know, man. I know it sounds stupid, how can I feel trapped in a big house? But there’s just nothing there! And it’s, it’s suffocating, man. I don’t know how much longer I can stay there.”

Steve murmured his words against the end of a cigarette, his body leaning against the side of the car that Eddie was pretending to work on. But how was he supposed to focus on changing a timing belt when the object of his affections was expressing a will to leave?

“I don’t think it’s stupid,” Eddie nearly fell over as he rushed to reassure him. “Hell, I’ve felt suffocated since I got here.”

Steve hummed softly and took a puff of his cigarette.

Eddie smirked sardonically and chuckled to himself. “Maybe we should leave together. You could stop being a ghost in your parents house and I could stop being the murderer that killed his classmates. We could get a place together and decorate it half jock, half metal. That’d be a sight.”

Steve looked over at him with squinted eyes. “Really? You’d want to leave with me?”

“Why not? You’re one of my best friends, Stevie. I’d love to leave with you.”

The suspicion melted from Steve’s expression and a genuine smile took its place. He dropped the cigarette to the gravel ground, pulled the tool from Eddie’s hand and pulled him into an all-encompassing hug.

“Let’s do it! You and me. And Robin, I don’t think she’d let me move without her. We’re a package deal, if that’s okay.”

Eddie laughed and it’s him, high in the moment despite it all being a joke. “Of course! You can bring your emotional support lesbian and I’ll bring my Sweetheart. Then we’ll take the world by storm.”

Steve held onto him for another few moments before pulling away. “Okay, when do you want to leave?”

The smile fell from Eddie’s face. “Wha- seriously? You actually want to leave with me?”

“Um, yes? I feel like I made that pretty obvious.”

Eddie blinked. “Um, okay. How about the end of the summer. Then we’ll have enough time to find a place and raise some cash.”

Steve grinned. “Sounds good! I’ll tell Robin. See you later, Eds!”

Eddie could only watch him skip to his car in shock. Steve continued to surprise the hell out of him. He’d shocked him in the Upside Down by being a genuinely good guy. Again when he’d fought the entire basketball team two weeks afterward to protect Eddie’s honor. And now with plans to rescue him from the stifling hatred of Hawkins.

When he pulls him into a gentle kiss as soon as they step into the apartment with Robin behind them griping about carrying all the bags, that’s a nice surprise too.

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#They make Robin carry all of the bags so they can pick their rooms first #they end up sharing anyways #they move to a city and live the lives they could never live in Hawkins #and they’re happy #stranger things #steddie #fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley

[cherryrogers]

➳ ROOKIE || leon kennedy x f!reader

warnings: oral sex (m!receiving), reader is the chief’s daughter (not irons!!)

word count: 1.4k

a/n: i’ve had this idea for a while now and i might write more for chief’s daughter!reader if people like it ?? this is more self indulgent smut than anything so writing a lil smth else with this pairing might be fun idk… but yeah. i need him so bad bro

“Fuck, we shouldn’t…” Leon can’t even finish his sentence.

He’s looking down at you, at where you’re rubbing your cheek against his clothed thigh like a cat. Your eyes are large, glistening saucers, and your lips, Christ, your lips…

“I want to,” You breathe, lifting a hand to fiddle with his belt. He’s hard already. He has been from the moment you plopped yourself in his lap while he was working at his desk and told him to just ‘pretend you weren’t there’. It was a trap, of course. How could he ever ignore you playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, the sweet scent of your perfume, the curve of your neck, bare to him and begging for his lips to latch there…

“What about your dad?”

“He’s not here.”

“He’s close by.”

Your hands pull down his trousers, and you press the softest of kisses to the skin just above the waistband of his boxers. “Then you’ll just have to keep quiet,”You pause, looking up at him. God. “Can you do that for me, gorgeous?”

A shaky breath falls from his plump lips as your mouth grazes where he needs you. He couldn’t push you away now. He thinks it might kill him to do so.

Leon nods, his stomach churning with anticipation. “Yeah, okay.”

“Okay.” You smile, gently pulling at his boxers. Sweet Leon — afraid of almost nothing, your father not included. It’s interesting, because he likes the rookie cop. Likes him a lot, actually.

Though maybe finding his daughter sank to her knees in front of him hidden away in the dark room might slightly decline the chief’s fondness of him.

Still, it’s fun like this. Stealing glances at him across the office while your dad tells you about his day. Telling your father you’ll wait for him to finish work in the reception hall and sneaking off to smother your boyfriend in affection. You still remember the first time you saw him. Fresh-faced and beautifully blond. Really, your father should’ve known taking on such a pretty face at the police department would distract you to no end. You simply had to have him.

And you do have him. Wrapped around your finger. Though, Leon could say the same. Maybe before him you wouldn’t even think to take such a risk, engaging in such obscene acts in the most precarious of places. But all Leon has to do is exist and you’re ready to drop to your knees in the blink of an eye.

Your thumb rubs circles on his left hipbone, your other hand dipping into his underwear and unsheathing his length. A lovely sigh escapes his lips as your hand envelopes his shaft.

Beads of pre-cum leak from the head of his cock; you squeeze your legs together at the sight, your tongue running across your bottom lip. Leaning forward, you press a kiss to his tip, painting your lips with the sticky substance.

“This for me?” You ask, meeting his eye as you lick your lips, relishing the salty taste.

His brows are furrowed, eyes heavy and watching your every move. His hips stutter as you rest your lips on his aching head, and he nods, dazed. “Always.”

You hum, satisfied with his answer, before tentatively running your tongue over him. Your hand gently pumps his cock, and Leon’s breathing only gets heavier, more laboured.

The more of him you take in your mouth, the easier it is for him to forget where he is. All he knows in this moment is you, your mouth, your teary eyes and gentle hands making a mess of him.

You push forward so his cock is nearing the back of your throat, hollowing your cheeks and coating him in saliva.

“Shit, you’re so good,” Leon says, pushing your hair away from your face. “You— fuck,” He cuts himself off, whimpering when he scrapes your throat. “You look so pretty.”

You look prettier, you want to say. But you can’t say much with his dick stuffed in your mouth.

Squeezing his hip affectionately, you bob your head back and forth, taking as much of him as you can now. His fingers wind through your hair, and you can’t help but moan around him when he tightens his grip. Perhaps he’s not the only one who likes his hair being pulled.

As you suck generously on his length, Leon’s shaky breaths begin to turn into desperate whines. Sounds you’d like to bottle up and keep forever. That only you get to hear, pleasure only you get to gift him.

Agonisingly slow, you remove your lips from him, a string of saliva still connecting your lips to the head of his cock. Your hand still strokes his length, but you let yourself instead look up and just admire your work for a moment. Leon’s head is resting against the wall, his Adam’s apple visible and just so kissable. His lips are parted and eyes shut, like he isn’t even here. Like he’s dreaming, like this kind of pleasure can’t possibly be real, like he can’t possibly feel as good as he does right now.

Of course, he notices the absence of your mouth on him, and he lifts his head after a few moments, looking down to see you staring right back at him. His head lulls to the side, eyeing your as if you’re his saving grace. You are.

“Need your mouth, pretty,” He says, his thumb running over your temple. “Please.”

If you had more time and less chance of getting caught, you’d maybe let him beg for a bit. Relish in his desperation, his sweet whimpers and flushed cheeks.

But his glistening baby blues crack you easily, and you feel it’d be a crime to deny him of anything right now, especially when he asks so nicely.

“Just wanted to look at you.” You kiss his inner thigh; it tenses under your lips.

Leon’s huffs a laugh, but the sound immediately gets caught in his throat when you give him what he wants. taking him into your warm mouth again. He’ll admit, it’s slightly exhilarating. Knowing anyone who wants to use the dark room could easily walk in on the scene he’s in now: the chief’s daughter on her knees with the rookie’s cock down her throat. It’s obscene and inappropriate and— God, you just feel so good.

These moments are rare, anyhow. Whether you’re busy with college assignments or he’s got a boatload of paperwork to complete, not to mention the issue is that your father — while a good man — is strict and does not tolerate any of his team being even a touch too friendly towards you. Leon’s affections, luckily, just flew under his radar. All in all, it’s difficult to find time to even see one another, nevermind, well… do this.

So he won’t say no when you whisk him away from his desk while no one’s looking, and press your lips to his as soon as you get him alone.

His length twitches on your tongue, and you know he’s close.

And well, he confirms this himself, pushing his hips forward and sighing heavily, “M’close, sweets. So fuckin’ close.”

His hand pulls your head back slightly by your hair, and you avert your eyes upward. They meet his own, stare piercing as your tongue circles his tip, as your swollen lips drag up and down him.

It doesn’t take long, admittedly, for Leon to come undone. Before you know it, a string of breathy expletives are falling from his lips, and warm seed shoots into your mouth. You guide him through his high, slowly moving your head back and forth as you milk him dry.

When he’s done, he pulls himself out of your mouth gently, swallowing thickly as you swallow his cum, wiping the back of your hand against your lips and humming at the taste in satisfaction.

Leon lifts you quickly from your knees, pulling you into a bruising kiss once you’re on your feet. He can taste himself on your tongue, and it drives him completely mad.

“You’re insane,” He says exasperatedly against your lips, haphazardly pulling his trousers back up. “Anyone could’ve walked right in.”

You can’t help but grin, tracing a finger over his jaw. “That didn’t seem to be a dire concern while you were coming down my throat, Kennedy.”

An endearing snort escapes his throat. “I think you’ll be the death of me long before your father is.”

You press an innocent peck to his burning cheek; you think you’ll keep taking your chances sneaking around with the pretty rookie cop for now.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy smut #resident evil

[fhrlclln]

hi. literally JUST found your blog. dude i read both parts of you older man eddie fix and let’s just say i’m fucking LOSING IT. LITERALLG LOSING IT. OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO GOOD KFKSKFKGKGKDKKGGK PLEASE NEVER STOP

AND MAKE A THIRD PART OF OLDER!EDDIE WHERE THEY GO ON A DATE PLS PLS PLS IM DESPRATE

bABES I GOT U. TY SO MUCH y’all r nasty. also, sorry for the wait, i have conflicts with my schedule this week and i am currently vv busy. <3

older!mechanic! eddie x fem! reader pt. 3

a wonderful date and splendid fucking? also i’d like to clarify that reader here is about 22 and eddie is 32. so it’s set in 1998. ;>

—> pt. 1 , pt. 2

nsfw/smut under the cut

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your feet carries you to the other side of the road, heart pounding and thoughts yearning. the streets were dark, only the post-lights illuminating the whole block.

it’s been exactly 5 days since the little horny incident inside of your room. shameful it felt but you didn’t give a shit. and for 5 days without your parents home, you got the whole trailer for yourself— including inviting eddie in to bless your room. the sheets smelled like him, heavy scent of sex and cologne mixed in the sheets alongside the cigar smoke, and maybe a little bit of weed. you warned him not to stain your sheets again when he‘s showing up in his work overalls. he mostly stayed through the night, he had work in the morning through night, so you were sometimes left alone to wake up seeing him leave.

and here you are, heading straight to his mechanic shop just near from the movie rental store, family video. he had informed you a while ago in the morning as he was about to leave, that he’ll take you on the date today he promised after work. you were giddy, feeling like a teenager again. you agreed, shyly kissing him goodbye, as if you’re a couple— you hoped. of course, you craved more than that fantastic sex, everything seemed to click whenever the post-sex conversation comes around. you, cuddling in his arms, talking about everything with him.

your eyes sparkled seeing him now in your view, talking with a customer, chief jim hopper you recognized. eddie looked extra good, cloth thrown over his shoulder. smiling at the older man with his arms crossed, sweat still glistening on his arms, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. he hadn’t shaved, the prominent stubble on his face showing. you grinned, waiting bit until they’re done to surprise him.

“done me a good fix-up again, munson. can’t thank you enough. joyce’s been itching me to get this oil changed.”

“no problem, chief. happy to help.” he smiled, waving off to his last customer seeing the chief leave with the fixed truck, knowing the byers-hoppers family is waiting for him.

now all he needed to do was clean up and close the shop. eager to get back to you so he can finally fucking get you on that date. he rounded to the back of the garage, tired as ever as he wiped the cloth on his greasy hands, tossing back the cloth next to the unorganized set of tools on the shelf. not noticing your light steps as you entered inside, the smell of rubber and gas in the air, making your nose scrunch. eddie was still busy putting things back, certainly annoyed of the clutter he had created throughout.

“gonna need that fucking cleaned, ah shit—“ he sighed to himself, picking up a plier on the floor. suddenly, a tap on his shoulder caught him off-guard as he swiftly turned around, not expecting anyone as he was about to hit the intruder with the pliers he was holding, he stopped.

it was you.

“baby.” he sighed, seeing you smile. “i thought i was gonna get jumped.”

“defending yourself with pliers, mr. munson?” you teased seeing his hand still raised in the air with the mini pliers. he looked intimidating enough you guessed, if he was going to hit an intruder with it.eddie rolled his eyes at you as he sets the tool down to press a chaste kiss on your cheek. you leaned into his touch eagerly.

“could poke their eyes out and shit. that little thing is sharp.” he grinned boyishly as the stubble of his chin tickled you how close he is to your face, he looked into your eyes, raising a brow at your sudden visit.

“thought i said i’d pick you up after my work?”

“s-sorry, i got a little excited. just wanna surprise you.” you bashfully mumbled. his heart thumped hearing that.

“for our date, ey?” he teased, kissing you again, on the lips this time. you whined against his mouth as he chuckled, mumbling against your lips. “you just couldn’t even fucking wait.”

“i missed you.” you whispered, circling your arms around his neck. eddie let out a low chuckle seeing you so desperate for his touch. he did missed you too, all day he’s been thinking what he’ll spoil you tonight for the date. his motor-grease stained hands dropped to his sides, a little cautious now, afraid he’s gonna get you dirty.

“as much as i would love to hold you, sweetheart. ‘m kinda greasy.” he whispers, kissing your cheek again. you huffed, visibly riled up as he stepped back with a smirk.

“i don’t mind a little grease…” you quipped, still a little shy as checked him out, leaning against the car behind you. gaze suggestive. he swore he might’ve pounced on you here and then.

“nu-uh, i’m not gonna fuck you here. it’ll be bad for business.” he chuckled, you blushed, rolling your eyes seeing him so smug as he unbuttons his overalls. familiar white tank top showing underneath as eddie busied himself in cleaning himself up in front of you. your eyes focused on him. mainly on his bulging arms, littered with tattoos over the years, you guessed. his biceps were mainly the killer part of his body you so adored, he’s buff, probably from lifting heavy objects in his profession, maybe working out from time to time.

he just looks like a fucking metal dilf.

well he’s not… yet. but, you could certainly make him one, if you could afford a child. that would be a thought you’d consider as you bit your lip, still checking him out.

“if you’re gonna keep staring like that. i might just make it true, sweets.” he warned, feeling himself harden each second seeing you innocently bat your eyelashes to him. “don’t wanna miss our date.” he added.

“you’re unfair.” you pouted making him laugh as he shrugged off the sleeves of his overalls, tying it to his waist as neared towards you, offering a cheeky smile.

“go wait by the van. i won’t be too long.” he murmured, kissing you again as you hummed and nodded. he kissed the tip of your nose before you complied. your scent leaving behind as he stared at your ass before he quickly changed back to get on with it already. hitting something along the way.

you could hear his clumsiness back in the garage. you giggled, waiting by his van for a couple of minutes. the ache in your legs a bit annoying, but you learned to be patient, knowing it’ll get what you want in the end. eddie was practically jogging towards you, seeing his hair still nestled in the collar of printed tee he wore, probably a band merch and a slutty pair of tight ripped jeans with chains dangling complimenting his whole intimidating persona, plus the scruff facial hair. he looked delectable.

��ready for your world to be rocked?” he opens the passenger side for you.

“as ever.” you nodded, fixing his hair a bit as you eagerly hopped in his van.

the start of the date was spectacular. he took you out to a diner, he was a little insecure knowing a diner wasn’t that of a fancy first date basis. but you didn’t cared, as long as you get to be with him then everywhere with him is fine. you talked, a lot, and he as well. you got to know that he actually has an uncle living in the neighborhood, just that he had move out a couple years ago with him having a stable business. most of his friends are still in hawkins, you also got to know about the incident back in ‘86 before the supposed earthquake happened.

“so you were eddie the freak.” you quoted, shocked and somewhat sad that he had such a bad reputation in this small town back then. “that’s so horrible.”

eddie winced at that. “took them years for that title to get it out of their mouths.” he shrugged, looking somewhat sad now. “but the charges dropped. i’m a free man now since then, sweetheart. people learn to forget.”

“still.” you frowned, knowing how fucked up he must felt for the whole town to blame him for a murder he didn’t do. “that must’ve been hard on you. having the whole hawkins call you that.”

“somewhat.” he nodded bitterly then smiling widely seeing you pout so cute, knowing your empathy.

“don’t go being sad for me, sweets. wanna see you happy.” he grasped your hand, bringing it close to his lips as he kissed it. “it’s all in the past.”

“would’ve defended you back then.” you sighed, giving a small smile.

“and you were 10 back then.” he sipped his milkshake, smirking as your eyes widened.

“don’t r-remind me that!” you huffed and blushed, the age gap between you two wasn’t a big deal for eddie, you were both consenting adults. but he somehow liked to tease you how you got charmed by his old-ass. even though he looked like a intimidating middle-aged man, you got to learn he had a boyish side of him that fitted his personality perfectly. he’s still eddie from ‘86, just a little matured, old and hotter.

and here the two of you are, laying down on his couch this time, watching a movie on the t.v. hocus pocus playing through. your whole body was snuggled up against his, warmth radiating from him. he took a shower, complaining he ought to smell good before you latch on him. he smelled good, his hair was slightly damp, he had a cigarette on his lips as he lazily took a whiff from time to time, focusing on the screen.

dilf. you screamed in the inside, how the fuck were you so lucky right now? your eyes hungrily glanced at him slyly. you weren’t really paying attention to the movie from the start, you just knew ‘i put a spell on you’ was playing, focused on the man snuggled up against you. eddie wasn’t that oblivious as he puffed a smoke away, speaking up.

“you really do have a staring problem, don’t you?”

“h-hm?” you averted your gaze from him to o the screen, thighs clenching, his hand on your thigh squeezed tight as you wiggled at his touch. eddie leaned down to place a kiss on your jaw, the residue smell of the cigar on his mouth a nice seductive touch. you keened at it, giggling as he descended down to your neck, peppering kisses.

“eddie.” you whined, feeling him nip your neck, as winifred sanderson sung the chorus in the background. your neck craned to give him access as eddie chuckled against your soft skin, latching away as he stubbed his cigar on the ashtray.

“you’ve been eye-fucking me all day, sweetheart.” he casually says, pulling you close.

“weren’t you the one who started that first?” you challenged, implying on the eye-fucking, remembering the time he had fixed your dad’s car, you were there, sitting patiently beside your dad while he sent you teasing glances from time to time. he was bold to do that while you were literally beside your father, blushing furiously at it.

“well, yeah.” he rolled his eyes, the smug grin on his lips never fading. “but look at what that did now. i got you.” he cooed, covering your neck with kisses again, making you ticklish when his lips grazed that sweet spot. he peppered more on that.

“you’re i-infuriating.”

“and you’re a fucking vixen.” he growled. “since that day you invited me in, that innocent persona of yours was gone, huh?” he pushed you down the couch as he towered over you, the ache in his jeans too painful. “you just couldn’t even wait now. so impatient, sweetheart. fucking greedy.”

“eddie, please—“ you squealed as he ripped off the bottom of your clothes, getting you in your underwear as he shrugged off your top as quickly as possible. almost ripping the cloths. he threw them away somewhere as he basked in the bareness of your torso and your legs. the marks he left yesterday still prominent on your soft skin. his tongue stuck out of habit as he reached for the back of his shirt to pull it over his head. you whimpered seeing his bare chest, chest hair prominent, his pale skin littered with tattoos and fading scars you’ve noticed yet did not pester to ask him about those. his guitar pick necklace rest beautifully on his pecks.

“be quiet.” he shushed you, gesturing to take your bra off. you complied, arching your back a bit as you unclasped it, your breasts bouncing out of it’s confines.

“jesus.” he muttered seeing your plumps of flesh jiggle before him as you tossed the bra away, setting back down on the couch comfortably. he grinned, descending down as you opened your legs eagerly for him. his hands touched your thighs, mounding the plump flesh as he kissed your knee then downwards. the stubble of his chin tickling you as you giggled at it.

“your beard’s tickling me.” you huffed, mixing with pleasure as eddie ignored you, focused on the wet patch on your cotton panties. wet and waiting for him.

“yeah, you fucking like it.” he quipped, curling his fingers on the hem of it as he roughly pulled it down to your ankles. your eyes widened as your bare cunt hit the cold air, eddie chuckled seeing you wriggle, he sat back down as he kissed your inner thigh, looking straight back at you with eager eyes. you blinked seeing him smirk.

“eddie…”

“be quiet while i eat your pussy out. wouldn’t want our christian neighbors hearing us.” he warned, diving in between your legs with no further warning. you squealed quietly feeling his tongue lap your wet cunt.

he ate you out like a man starved off his last meal. he was messy, so sloppy with his tongue circling your clit, sucking the engorged bead in his mouth, moaning at the same time with your tang taste. the vibrations sent pleasure all over your body as your hands gripped his curly hair. he groaned at the harsh pull, liking the way your thighs were squeezing his head. he could die like this, an honorable man’s death, dying between your legs and breathing in your pussy out like oxygen. god, would it make him more than happy. he lapped, sucked, shoved his fingers in to ready your cunt. eager to shove his whole cock in, remembering seeing your face of pleasure as he slurped your cunt out. he fumbled with jeans now as your quiet whimpers and moans riled him up.

he wasn’t going to hold back now.

“f-fuck!” you mumbled in the cushion of his couch. gripping the weed-scented cushion tight as your knees gave out a while ago. after he fucking ate you out, coaxing at least one powerful orgasm, he manhandled you onto your hands and knees, shoving his cock in, a little rougher but still slow to not hurt you. he fucked you from behind, hands gripping your ass, the sound of skin slapping lewdly filling his trailer.

“eddie, right t-there!” you gasped, the tip of his cock hitting that spongy spot making you see stars as your hand descended down to rub your clit.

eddie grinned. “right there, huh?” he mocked, pounding in harder as he shoved your hand away for his to replace, rubbing your wet bean faster. you sobbed, relishing the way his girth of a cock pound into with no mercy. you mewled, chanting his name like a prayer. your head went mushy, all you could feel and think about was his member, abusing your poor pussy as you babbled your mouth out, managing to keep it hush. eddie craved for your fucked-out brain, so cock-drunk as he is so pussy-drunk now. that title of his spewing out of your mouth now driving him wild.

“mr. munson…”

he shuddered.

“mr. munson, p-please.”

he remembers the first time you uttered that name out. like a aphrodisiac he so wanted to lure him in.

“mr. munson!”

like a fucking siren’s song that’ll drown him here and now.

“eddie—“

that one quiet whimper got him into a frenzy as he fucked himself faster, feeling his balls tighten as well as your cunt around him. he rubbed your clit, his chest pressing against your back, one arm situated at the side of your head for leverage, rutting into ruthlessly as he captured your lips, not caring if his neck would sore. you moaned, titling your head up uncomfortably, hand gripping his bicep, tongue circling with his as one last thrust sent you two over the edge to—

pure fucking euphoria.

eddie rode it out, driving your orgasm high as you milked him tight. your belly snapped, gushing out a bit of your liquid as he pumped you up full of his thick milky cum. you moaned as he grunted, pushing his cock in further, before he removed his hand from your clit, slumping against your body as his mouth panted against yours. you sighed breathlessly, your eyes fluttered staring at his brown ones. just pure affection.

“so g-good, baby. did so good.” he whispered hoarsely, kissing you again, soft and gentle this time. you hummed, reciprocating with ease. your bodies were hot against each other, sweat glistening both your skins. you kissed him so full of passion as you smiled against his lips. your heart thumped, the familiar feelings of butterflies as you pulled away to pressed your forehead to his. relishing the moment of the aftermath. his cock still buried inside you, connecting you two.

“thank you.” you mumbled, pecking his lips, thankful for the date and all. eddie smiled sweetly, his pearls showing briefly as the tip of his nose brushed against yours. something snapped in the moment as his gaze turned serious. the sound of the car in the background earning your attention as you focused on him. he looked like he was about to confess.

he stuttered, heart beating loudly as he admired you, chest full of adoration. “i l—“

“where in the hell is y/n at!?” your eyes both widened at the sound of your father’s voice. you gasped as you looked at eddie with complete shock, cock still buried in your pussy as your parents just fucking arrived back from their anniversary vacation.

“oh fuck.” you groaned as eddie let out a laugh. you glared at him as you squeezed him tight making him groan. putting his whole body weight on you as you yelled at him.

“ohh, fuck indeed, sweetheart.”

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FUCK. literally. they fuck a lot.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #older!eddie #mechanic!eddie #joseph quinn #stranger things #fnhrlcllnwrites #eri’s quick ideas 💡 ｡･:*˚:✧｡

[vide0-nasties]

Going to be rambling insanely about Ghost and probably what his feelings on the monarchy would be, coming from one deeply damaged povo to another.

Anyway, specifically around the time the parasite in chief in her idiot hat (thanks Eccleston lub u) died and passed said idiot hat on, I was seeing a lot of (fun and gentle-ribbing, mind you!) posts about Ghost getting razzed about the queen croaking and maybe him being sad about it or something - I don’t really remember bc I have shit for brains and I just latch onto what bits my adhd will allow.

SO. I really don’t think Bruv Innit gave two shits about Liz buying the farm, bc he grew up working class in a working class town to a drug addicted, drug peddling dad, and a fairly nondescript mom who likely didn’t have a way to get her and her kids out of that shit situation (per ‘09 MW lore and some presumption). I imagine dude was dragged around a shitload of council estates and his dad’s friends’ shitty crash pads, no stability whatsoever, where food insecurity was a big ass forever-looming deal, mom had no idea if her 20 year old vauxhall was going to make it another trip to her minimum wage part time job, and school was forever on the back burner bc when it came to school supplies/trips vs eating and keeping the lights on. You can guess which one won.

If we’re also going with him being about 35-40ish, he would’ve been 10-12ish or so around Diana’s divorce and then her death. So, here’s this starving, horrendously abused kid, with his starving, horrendously abused mother and little brother, drowning in a system that is pretty much just letting them sink to the bottom, nothing is being done about the evil sperm donor that ruins everything for them, and he’s obliterated constantly by TV coverage and tabloids and radio DJs talking about this goddamned family’s stupid fucking drama. Charles cheated, Diana left, her poor boys in their fancy private schools with their endless wealth and glowing skin and brand new clothes that don’t stink of consignment shops are sad.

Sorrows - sorrows, prayers. 🫶

It’s a story he’s seen countless times, the only difference is money and coverage. And, realistically, the women in the stories he knows aren’t killed in car wrecks, they’re killed by their infuriated husbands who think they’re owed something catching up. Maybe that’s why his mom doesn’t leave the cocksucker that trapped her, she could’ve ended up another council house Diana that no one gave a shit about.

He grows up, becomes a butcher’s apprentice, joins the army. Straightens his brother out, makes sure his mom is set up nice, finally beats the shit out of his dad. And all the while, there looms the most fucking pointless, parasitic family in England: living off taxes taken from the public, god knows how much land and how many castles, even owning all the fucking swans on the island.

Relics, vampires, leeches.

But, you know, twenty years down the road, he’s pushing 40, his services to the country are done in the dark, the family he tried so badly to save were brutally cut down anyway, and when he goes to Tesco, the price of a fifth of piss Smirnoff is insane, and he’s still got Soap swimming in his head mid-rant bc his mam’s fucking knee replacement appeal has been denied for the third time and she can’t even walk anymore, Gaz is moving for the second time in a year bc he just can’t afford to live close to his parents even on his salary, meanwhile there was a stretch where it looked like Philip was surviving solely by being pumped full of virgin blood and straight stem cells.

So, yeah, if anything he probably said cheers when the news broke and cracked a couple extra jokes that day.

“What d’you call one dead Windsor? A good start.”

Edit: This is picking up some traction. @50cal-fullauto-astarion is my CoD blog if you like my Call of Bullshit stuff, this is my main and I don’t really go into CoD here

#simon ghost riley #modern warfare ii #ghost cod #call of duty #mw2 #ghost #I’m mentally ill and I love that he is also mentally ill and probably looks at the monarchy with disgust #if he can vote depending on whether he’s legally dead or not he voted no on brexit #some rando at base is like ‘how can you make a joke like that think about the children they lost their nan’ #and he just goes ‘I’ll hunt those little shits for sport’

[goofyahhcats]

errmmm could you do some headcanons for wesker with a really shy s/o? like, blushing a lot when talking to him and stuff.... and getting so nervous around him from the smallest things like his voice and his height... :3 hes so fine.. what the scallop....

HELLO A BELOVED ANON HERE TO DELIVER MY FIRST REQUEST AAAAH

And YES, god, he's so fine. Like that would literally be me if I saw him.

Giving you a fluff section and a smut section, can't get enough of this mf

Wesker with a shy s/o

Rating: E

word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Afab! Gn! reader, fluff and smut

Re5 Wesker takes it in stride. He chides you for it each time. Flipping between calling you, “Pathetic. All embarrassed and blushing, just for me?” and “Aren’t you adorable? The red suits your face, my dear”

Basically the mf is a wombo combo of praise and degradation

S.T.A.R.S. Era Wesker sees this all the time. 

I mean, he struts his shit through the RPD every day, he’s gonna catch a few eyes. 

He would probably appear unbothered about it on the outside. But internally he's puffing his chest out, smirking, doing a little chuckle, the works.

The closer you get to him, the less he tries to hide his stupid little remarks.

He only voices his praise when you deserve it, staying in the same lane as re5 does.

You take slow steps towards the STARS Office. As a receptionist, filing papers was one of your many grueling jobs. It only became bearable when STARS returned from missions. Mission reports required you to read all of the juicy details as you filled out the necessary paperwork for them.

Normal protocol asked you to simply drop the papers off in the STARS mailbox, right next to the front door of their office. Which you had done dutifully every time. In this particular instance, however, Chief Irons had demanded that you bring the papers directly to the Captain himself. 

“That stoic asshole needs to be more careful!” Irons’ pink face shook, “Does he know how much money he cost me? Of course not! I need him to actually read the mission reports for once!” he slammed his hands down on his desk.

“I’m sorry sir, what can I do to help-?”

“Go! What are you waiting for? Bring it right to his desk! Throw them at him if that's what it takes! Christ!” A large vein popped out of his forehead. You nodded quickly, making your way out of his office as fast as you could

This led you to where you are now. You usually weren’t incredibly shy, but god. Captain Wesker tended to make you go bright red. You could never get a full sentence out without tripping over your words.

You slowly opened the door to the STARS Office. You were met with many friendly faces, many of whom smiled and waved at you. You returned the gestures, glancing to your left at your objective. 

The sign on his door read “CPT A, WESKER”. You swallowed heavily, taking a few steps up towards his door.

Raising your fist, you knocked twice before you heard a low, “Come in,” echo from inside.

You open the door, step in, and shut it behind you. Wesker looked up at you from his desk. His iconic sunglasses were clipped into the front of his shirt. His cold blue eyes scanned your form as you presented yourself.

“Do you need something?” his low voice reached your ears, jolting you out of your daze. You started to shake your head but then remembered why you were there and nodded. You held out the papers in your hand nervously.

“Y-yes sir. I have the mission reports for you… um- Irons’ orders. Sir,” you stammered over your words, cursing yourself internally. 

“Hm. Indeed you do,” Wesker hummed, looking up at you from his chair. He swiveled to the side and rose to his full height, towering over you. He took a few steps forward, reaching his hand out. 

You felt frozen in place, staring up at him. Wesker tilted his head slightly, “Hand me the reports. Or are you going to continue staring at me all day?”

You felt your face heat up. You quickly handed them to him, clumsily brushing your fingers against his as he accepted the papers. You nodded up at him apologetically, cheeks still fire engine red, “Sorry sir, I-”

“No need,” his voice was deep, the slight accent making you melt, “Good work, thank you,” he stated.

His praise vibrated through your whole body. You felt your stomach twist in pleasure at the ghost of a smile you could see on his lips. You stood there for what felt like a century, rooted to the spot. Wesker gestured at the door, “Go on now,” you nodded, stuttering out a, “Yes sir…” before making a beeline for his office door.

“Next time,” Wesker’s voice stopped you mid-step, “Tell Irons I’ll gladly have you deliver me the reports. I expect you to return tomorrow to deliver the mission debriefings. Personally.”

Your cheeks felt like they had caught on fire, “Y-yes sir,” you squeaked, nodding at him.

“Good,” he returned the nod, “You’re dismissed.”

You scrambled out of his office, bumping into the wall as you made your way into the hallway. You had to pause and take a moment to calm your blazing cheeks outside in the courtyard. Sighing to yourself

Back in his office, Wesker smirked, settling back down into his chair.

“Cute,” he chuckled.

Smut-wise, again, praise and degradation 

Re5 Wesker the type of guy to strip you naked, and just admire you, while watching you squirm and blush

You stood, completely naked in front of Wesker. He sat back, fully clothed, just staring. Your entire body felt like it was on fire. 

“My, you truly are a sight to see,” Wesker continues to stare, taking in every fold of skin, every freckle, and every scar you have to offer him.

Nervous and embarrassed, you attempt to cover yourself, placing an arm here and a hand there, but a “Tsk,” from Wesker, makes you freeze.

“W- Wesker…” you stammer, looking up at him.

“Mmm?” he smirked, the tent in his pants obvious.

“Please, I- I need you,” 

Wesker chuckles, “Oh, how adorable you are. Since you asked so nicely, I can’t help but oblige, can I?” he stands, gently guiding you towards him. You slowly pull down the zipper on his pants, looking up at him with red cheeks. 

You pull his cock out, evidently hard and leaking precum onto your palm. You stroke him once, and he grins, “Pathetic, not even going to ask me for permission? You’ve gotten ahead of yourself, my dear.”

You trip over your words, mumbling a half-apology, pleading with him to let you touch him.

“Wesker, please. I promise I- I won’t do it again, I-” You’re cut off as Wesker shoves his cock in your mouth. You moan around him, licking at the underside as you begin to bob your head.

Wesker lets out a satisfied sigh, “I can’t stay mad at you, dear. Not with this stellar performance,” his hand cards through your hair gently.

Wetness gushes out of you at his comment, and you whimper around him. Taking him deeper until you're at the hilt, throat convulsing around him. Wesker lets out a quiet groan and chuckle, tugging your hair back and off of his cock. A strand of saliva connects you to him. He smirks, taking in the view of your blown-out pupils and blushing face. 

“I guess I’ll have to reward you, hmm? Would you like that?”

“Y-Yes, please,” you whisper, swooning up at him. He chuckles.

“So eager you are. Climb up onto the bed,” he purrs. You do as he says, climbing up and lying as he instructed.

You definitely weren’t going to be getting any sleep that night. Not with him.

#resident evil #albert wesker #wesker x reader #smut #albert wesker x reader #mini kitties #litterbox

[rustingcat]

Season

Nature can't be controlled. Kara did try on several occasions, but time and the passing of the seasons can't be stopped. She tried that as well.

The babies' growth was nearly complete, and Kara felt like no time had passed while also feeling like it's been ages. Everything was ready for them, and now with a new room available for them in the house, they even made sure that the new home office doubled as a play room if needed. Of course there was the reason for the addition, the reason being Kara officially moving into Lena's room, their room. 

Their new relationship status sure changed some things, she could wake up next to Lena each morning, kiss her whenever she liked, not feel guilty appreciating her – an act she did not even realise she was doing until she stopped – and just got to be open with her, fully open with her, in ways she couldn't before. But then on many fronts nothing had changed at all, their talks, dates, movie nights, their day to day life felt oddly the same, as if they were part way there and just needed the last little shove, which was probably true if Kara was honest with herself.

There were no major life threatening enemies, no major scandal, no political turmoil – all good things of course, but as the editor-in-chief of a major news company, Kara was bored. She was leaning against the office balcony hoping for something interesting to happen when her special alert went off.

The pods!

Kara was so excited about it that she managed to drop her phone twice while trying to unlock it. Opening the special app they made for the matrix, she saw the notification letting her know that pod number two was ready to be opened.

"Nia! You're gonna be a mum!" Kara may have run slightly faster than humanly possible to get to Nia's desk.

"Um, I know?" She replied in a confused tone.

"No, like right now!" Kara emphasised.

"Oh! Shit let's go!" Nia jumped to her feet, collecting things into her bag in a quick succession.

"Want a lift?"

"Yes, get me there as fast as you can! Oh wait, I need the baby bag."

"Brainy left it in the lab 5 days ago."

"God, I love this man. Okay, take me to my baby Kara!"

"Ahhh! Let's go!" She was practically jumping with pure glee.

Kara really tried to make Nia's flight as comfortable as possible, but she may have gone a bit faster than intended out of sheer excitement. Nia didn't seem to mind. 

The pod was indeed flashing green, both Lena and Brainy were already typing away on the console.

"How…?" 

"Teleporter," Lena answered before Kara could even ask.

"Anything we can do?" Nia asked in a plea.

"Kara, get the baby cart and beds, Nia, blankets." Lena quickly took control of the situation. "Brainy, how are we doing on starts?"

"First Apgar seems to be clean. Blood work is perfect and shots administered and I see no negative reactions. She's perfect."

"Alright, get ready for the drain."

Kara nodded, taking a quick x-ray look at the pipes to see they are properly connected before taking her place. They prepared for that in advance, practicing the events several times just in case. They even made sure the room temperature would be slightly higher than normal so it wouldn't contrast too much from the temperature in the pod. The water got drained slowly, revealing a tiny little light green skinned baby with a shaggy brown patch of hair. Kara collected the infant with the soft towel to drain away the remaining liquid and moved her to the blanket Lena had prepared in advance.

Kara passed the baby to her new mother who was already crying before she even held her. Brainy was not faring better, drying away his own tears on his sleeve as he stood behind his wife and admired his new daughter.

Kara shared a look with Lena. They smiled at each other, both relieved everything went alright, and just very thrilled for their friends. Friends who probably deserved a moment alone.

"I'm gonna make some calls to start your maternity leave," Kara announced as she headed to the door.

"I'll call the national city hospital to register her." Lena lifted her own phone from across the lab door." Just before I go, does she have a name yet?" Lena asked still in a professional tone just as she approached the door.

Nia and Brainy shared a joyful look.

"Nellie. Nellie Nal." Brainy announced. 

Lena exited the room with her just as Kara finished sending the mail to HR. She already had hers prepare in advance as well, along with a temporary replacement she was training.

"I can't believe she's here." Lena dropped her professional in control act the moment she met Kara's gaze.

"I know," Kara nodded, her eyes becoming blurry as she pulled Lena for a hug.

She held her girlfriend tightly, focusing herself on Lena's smell and touch to ground herself. They noticed Nellie's faster development early on, they hypothesised it was due to her Coluan genes, so they knew she would probably be born before the twins, but Kara couldn't help but be a little bit jealous she was here before them.

"Alright," Lena wiped away a small tear as they pulled away from the hug. "I should probably notify the hospital," she gestured to the phone and data pad in her hand.

Kara nodded, and put a small curl behind Lena’s ear.

Lena smiled and kissed her softly before walking away to make the call.

Kara filled out a couple of glasses with water and walked back in the lab, hoping the young couple had enough alone time with their daughter. Nellie was laying on top of her mother as her father prepared a bottle for her. Kara melted a bit at the sight.

Nia noticed her first, smiling as she whispered to her daughter. "Hey Nellie, do you want to meet your aunt Kara?"

And there were the tears again. Nellie was perfect indeed. Eyes closed, the little infant waved her little hand with her even tinier fingers and Kara's heart skipped a bit.

She looked at Nia dead in the eye and announced, "she is the cutest little thing ever."

Nia chuckled and agreed.

When Lena returned they did another set of small tests and sent the happy family home.

Lena pulled her closer that night and promised that they'll meet them soon. Kara couldn't wait.

Read everything in order on AO3

#we're getting to the end #are you ready? #im not #send help #supercorp #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorptober #supercorptober2023 #my art #my fic

[thisfanisgonesorry]

handcuffed - jim hopper

you REALLY dont wanna get arrested right now.

cw/tags: DUBCON. DUBCON FOR DAYS. uhh, very bdsm-y, obvious power dynamics, degradation kink, handcuffs, obviously. timeline debatable, age difference but thats what makes it hot!, he spits in y/ns mouth. cums in her panties if thats a kink? what would i call that? y/n is canonically a bit of a slut but thats okay! mutual pining if u squint.. maybe enough lore for multiple parts. hopper is lowkey a prick whoop whoop.

havent posted in a while but i wrote this (shitty) gem from a few weeks ago.

<3

Surely, this would be a good day. Surely.

Well, that is what I was thinking before I was sprinting down the road, trying my best to avoid the cops. Needless to say, now I’m restrained by an all-too-familiar chief of police and he’s hauling ass to his cop car, which would now be 50 or so feet from where I’m currently standing.

I’m trying to break free so I can sprint in another direction and pray to god it works. Maybe into the woods, break line of sight. We’re by the backroads, so there’s not a lot of people, though maybe losing face in a crowd would be what I need.

I seemed to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time. I was near Billy’s shithole of a house, just when the cops showed up, and of course, they had to assume I was to blame. Now, at a worse place at a worse time, I’m harshly pressed into the hood of Jim’s car, and he’s struggling to keep my arms in place to put them into a pair of handcuffs. His body is tightly holding me into place, but god damn, I am not getting arrested right now.

“Let me go, Hopper!” I shout, trying to pull my arms out of his grip so I can use them to push him off. I try to move any of my limbs in any direction as an attempt to get him off me.

“Stop struggling.” He says, as he meets my face, feeling the stubble of his moustache brush my ear. I freeze for a moment; before continuing anyway.

“I wasn’t even at that stupid Hargrove’s house! You already arrested all of the assholes there, why are you harassing me!”

He lets out a few grunt, and then I hear a click and feel cold metal around my wrists, so I struggle more as he tries to stand us both up, still pressed against him as he tries to not let me escape him.

“Get the fuck off me, Jim.”

“Watch it.” He breathes out, “You’re about to get us both into somethin’ you don’t wanna get into.”

“I don’t wanna get arrested by some pig! Not over some shit I didn’t do!”

He finally brought some distance between us as he turned me around, looking at me face to face, though still trying to keep me in place with a hand firmly on my shoulder. I was trying to analyse the situation, there was one, semi-large, semi-hard, glaring problem.

Maybe all that struggling was not the wisest idea I could’ve had.

“Are you hard right now?” I said, with a bitter taste on my tongue, deciding to get rid of that taste by spitting right in his face.

“I told you to stop struggling.” He said through gritted teeth as he wiped the saliva with the back of his hand. “Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.” He gestured towards the backseat.

“What? This, or you?”

“Get in the fucking car, Y/n.”

“I didn’t do anything. I’m telling the truth this time, promise!” He began to shove me, before I tried to intervene once again, desperation levels rising to a shameful amount. “Hey! Hey! Maybe we can work something out!”

“I’m taking you in and if you don’t stop talking, I’ll find some way to shut you up.” He seemed unphased despite the half-mast tent in his pants. He glared at me, speaking sternly. “And don’t fucking spit at me again.”

“I’m not friends with Billy, I’m sober as a judge here, Hop!” I furrowed my eyebrows, “Plus, it’s not like you can walk into the station with a boner, can you? Or are you willing to bet it’ll go away by then?”

“You’re right. I can’t. I know what you’re implying, I also can’t..” He hesitated for a moment. “..Act on it with someone under my custody.”

He could sense the sardonic attitude behind my voice. “Why not?”

“Don’t play that game with me.” He said, pushing me again towards the backseat, though I crashed into the side-mirror of his car, letting out a moan of pain which made him, and his buddy, a bit more rash.

“Help me, help you?” I said with a fake grin, trying to push his buttons, either as a tease or a genuine way to get into his pants. “C’mon, what d’ya got to lose?”

“My job.”

“I won’t tell no one. C’mon, I’ll help you out and you can think about letting innocent ol’ me go, how’s that?”

Is it bad that through the numerous times Chief Hopper has thrown me in jail, I’ve always thought, ‘might as well go out with a bang, right?’, he’d been on my ass for years, either for underage drinking or hanging around pot, he’d find some way to get me in handcuffs. I was old enough to do both of those now, and for once, I was completely innocent.

“If you’re so innocent, why’d you run?”

“Look, I was just at the wrong place, wrong time. I saw sirens comin’ at me, what d’ya think I’m gonna do?” I could feel the tension; sexual or not, it was thick in the air. He was clearly sexually frustrated, and look at him, of course he would be. Sure, he was hot, but it’s not like the chief of police gets many weekends.

“I’ve heard you use that excuse before.”

“I’m telling the truth here! What have I got to lose? You’re hard and I’d fuck you to get out this time. I’m not sitting in a drunk tank with Billy!”

“Why’d you run?”

“Fine! I got pot on me! But it’s not from Billy!”

“Where?” He said sternly, trying to pull it off me. I didn’t want to admit it was in my bra, so I tried to avoid eye contact. “Where.” He repeated, louder.

“It’s in my bra..” I said, still avoiding eye contact. He looked at the buttons to my white and green shirt, deciding if he should or not. I rolled my eyes at him, almost to urge him to just hurry up and get on with it.

He quickly began unbuttoning the shirt, it was probably not his best choice, but once it was unbuttoned, he tugged it out of my jeans and tried to push it as best he could off my torso. He took in the view for a moment, but only a moment.

“Where?”

“Left side.” He raised his large hands to put his hand on my right; “MY left.”

Granted, I hadn’t exactly prepared for this moment, so my bra was an off-skin tone, and wasn’t exactly ‘sexy’. He put his hand in the cup of my bra, feeling it for a moment, his fingers grazing my nipple, before he pulled his hand away, with a small baggie of mix in his hands.

“Look, I wasn’t actually doing anything wrong, okay?.. I’ll do anything, I just.. Please don’t bust me for this.”

He looked at the bag, and he exhaled sharply, you could see the cogs turning in his brain, like clockwork, deciding. Weighing his options, even.

“Anything?” He spoke almost silently.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?” He said, “I’m serious.”

I hesitated for a moment, before simply nodding, and he let out a shaky sigh before grabbing my face, he was still rightfully so, very angry at me, so he firmly pried my mouth open.

“Swallow it.” He spoke sternly before spitting in my mouth.

I swallowed it immediately, “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

It took me by surprise how quick the tables had turnt, and his breath shook, and he quickly opened the backseat door, pushing me towards it, though I still stood upright. He had full control, so it seems he wasn’t just going to bend me over and fuck me. At least, not right away.

He pressed his mouth on mine, one hand holding me in place by the waist and the other holding onto the roof of the car. Slowly, he moved his hands down, playing with my belt until he could tug down my jeans so they rested around my knees.

“Hop, c’mon.” I breathed, pulling away though his mouth chased mine slightly. He peaked down, eyeing white panties with a small bow on the elastic.

He pulled away fully, then fiddled with the belt of his own pants, before unbuttoning them and leaving it open like that. I tried to open my legs for him though I was restricted, he pressed our clothed crotches together, a sigh escaping him as he did.

“Can you.. unbutton your shirt?” I asked, a little more timid than I would’ve liked. He gave a short nod, before unbuttoning his shirt so I had a decent view. He was fit, though obviously rockin’ a bit of a dad bod. A good amount of hair and honestly, I could be mad about the last screw I might have for a while, yet I’m not.

“You’re pathetic.”

“Please.” I responded softly, leaning towards him though he simply pulled away. He seemed proud of himself, devolving me into almost begging for it, yet also unsatisfied. “Sir? Please?”

“You’re so smart, such a fast learner.” He said, though it somehow sounded like he was degrading me, and yet, it was driving me crazy.

“I.. I want to touch you.”

“I’m not falling for that.”

“C’mon, Hop. Don’t tease me.” I pleaded with him, and it must’ve worked.

Almost like a switch went off; it was quick, but not harsh, he turned me around and bent me over the back seat.

“Beg for it.”

“I’m not begging for it.”

He took a fist of my hair and pushed my face into the seat, speaking sternly. “Don’t act like you’re not a slut. I’ve heard the stories. Beg.”

“Shit, please.” He pushed my face further; “Please, sir, please!”

“For such a fast learner, you’d think you’d know how to keep out of trouble.” He said, alongside rustling of fabric, I assume pulling your pants down with only one hand isn’t easy. “Last time. Were you at Hargroves or not?”

This was probably the most evil form of interrogation.

“No! I swear it, I hate his guts; him, and his shitty weed. What do I gain from lying to you right now!”

“You do whatever you can to get your kicks out of me. I know you get around. The amount of drunk-tank ramblings about the vixen behaviour you get up to, who knows, this is just another way to fuck with me.”

“Tough talk coming from you.”

“Quit acting like a brat.” He snarled, “You want this, you need this.”

“I don’t.” I lied, and he could tell.

“So if I just pulled up my pants and undid those handcuffs, you wouldn’t kneel and beg about how you need me? I see how you look at me.”

Shit. He played into exactly what I meant and he’s still got me caught.

“No, I mean, yes, I dunno!” I cried with urgency.

“Say you don’t want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me, Jim, please.”

“Exactly. Look how wet you are.”

He pulled down my panties, soaked beyond any chance of denial, or even dignity I could possibly have left. He shakily breathed, lining himself up to my entrance to only grind against the slickness, teasing.

“Jim, please, I’ll be good, please. I’ll stop getting into trouble, just—”

Almost like a heaven-sent miracle, he began slowly pushing himself deeper, one hand the chain of the handcuffs, and the other still tightly in my hair.

“Oh, shit.” He groaned, bottoming out in a smooth movement.

He began at a slow pace, just to feel the way he felt as he moved. It wasn’t fast enough to build any pleasure.

“Faster, my god.” The pace was agonisingly slow.

“I bet you like it rough, huh?” His grip on my hair tightened, almost stinging.

“Shut up—”

“The rumours are right, aren’t they?” He grunted.

“No, ‘m a good girl.” I panted, “I’ll be your good girl.”

“Are you? How long have you wanted to fuck me?”

“If I tell you, will you fuck me like you mean it?” I pleaded, “C’mon, fuck me real hard, please — I’m good for it.”

He rolled his eyes and began thrusting, the sound of wet slapping sound quietly echoing through the woods.

“You really are just a slut, look at you.” He laughed, letting go of my hair and reaching around and grabbing my throat, pulling me upright. “Answer my question.”

“So long, Jim, I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long.”

“Yeah? Is that why you’re such a little bitch? Why you’re on my nerves all. the. fucking. time?”

“Yeah, ‘m sorry, please.”

“Stop getting into so much fucking trouble.” He cursed, finally letting go of the loose chokehold and grabbing both hips to fuck into me harder, though completely stopping instead.. “All this so I’ll fuck you? Huh?”

“Yes! I’m better than the other dumb whores you fuck, god, shit.”

“Yeah? You want me all to yourself? Say it.”

“I want you, now fucking move!”

He began thrusting again, I went limp and slumped over, he was groaning and only now beginning to lose his composure. I was drooling over the carseat, my eyes were rolling back into my skull, all over some stupid cop with an amazing dick.

“Y’re so nice aren’t you, you’re so good, you’re gonna let me cum right? ‘m your good girl, please, touch my clit, ‘m so close, please, you’ll let me—”

“Look at you, so needy.” He panted, reaching down to toy with my clit. “God, I’m so close, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Please!” I began chanting as I unwound on him, “Oh, fuck, I’m—”

I clenched around him and felt the rush of the orgasm hit me like a wave, he shuddered and kept fucking into me until my orgasm rode out.

“Feels so good, y’so good..” I mumbled tiredly, feeling him pull his still-hard cock out. “What? What are you doing?”

“I’m not cumming inside you.” He said, stroking his cock to completion.

“Please. Want your cum, please.” I mumbled into the carseat.

“Fine, I’m gonna..” He groaned in annoyance though it could also pass as pleasure.

“Thank you, sir.”

He kept jerking himself off, “Ugh, Y/n, fuck, I’m—” He grunted as he came on the panties still bunched around my knees.

“Can you.. help me.. get dressed?” I mumbled. He sighed, pulling up my panties and jeans before rolling me over to do up the button and zip. “I can feel your cum, s’warm.”

“Yeah. It is.” He sighed, buttoning up the tshirt and scooting me into the car fully.

He got into the driver’s seat and began turning on the car, talking into his walkie talkie about something or other. “Are you goin’ to take me home?”

“No, Y/n. I have to take you to the station for the pot.”

I groaned tiredly. “Oh, fuck off, Hopper.”

#jim hopper #jim hopper smut #jim hopper x you #jim hopper x reader #smut #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things smut #stranger things fic

[prazinos]

This is such a cliché but I'm a slut for clichés

Spencer Reid x Reader

WARNINGS ! ~ Fluff | Little violence |

Everybody was born with a tattoo. You've probably heard about it. A tattoo that your soulmate shares.

You? When you were younger you loved the idea of soulmates. Always wondering what yours would look like, act like, talk like.

And as you entered your teen years and some of your friends started finding their soulmates, you started looking for somebody with the same tattoo as yours as well.

your tattoo? A cup of coffee.

You didn't even like coffee that much and almost everybody that saw your tattoo laughed at it.

It wasn't like it was a bad tattoo, it was kind of cool. But you were basically forced to hate it from the amount of people that pointed and laughed when they saw the tattoo adorning your collar bone.

You started wearing bandages to cover it up, you didn't like that. So you resorted to wearing jumpers and any clothing that would definitely cover it instead.

Nearly your entire life your mother had told you not to be embarrassed about it. But that was easy for her to say, she had a primrose on the back of her hand.

People always described touching your soulmate for the first time, to almost be painful, which was strange. Your friend, Doreen told you that it felt like getting zapped but all over your tattoo.

Yeah, maybe you didn't want to find your soulmate.

But we can stop talking about soulmates for now. It was your first day at the BAU, something you had been working towards for ages.

You had gotten lucky to have had David Rossi lecturing your criminology classes as he had taken a liking to you and when you were fresh out of college, you had an email from him telling you that he had spoken to his superiors at the BAU and wanted you on the team !

You couldn't believe it, this couldn't be real. 24 years old and you were going to be working somewhere so prestige

Oh but it was, as you walked into the elevator you were met with Rossi already waiting for you.

'Well if it isn't Y/N L/N'

'Hi Mr Rossi, thank you so much for this opportunity'

'No need for the Mr now kid, Rossi is just fine, we're colleagues now'

You smiled to yourself, fidgeting with the collar of your turtle neck.

As the elevator was rising, your nervousness was rising as well. What if the team didn't like you? Rossi had told you about them already, giving a brief description

A kid, around your age but with many more academic achievements than you

A badass dark haired woman who didn't take shit from anybody

A handsome guy who flirted with a computer nerd?

A computer nerd who's career started by getting on the FBI's most dangerous hackers list

A blonde woman who caught everybody's eye

And a tall serious man as the unit chief.

Yeah, you were nervous.

The elevator dinged and you took your hand off your turtle neck, the doors opened and you were greeted with a blonde woman who looked too happy for 8:30am

'Oh my god you're the newbie! I'm Penelope, oh my goodness you're so pretty!'

'Oh-um thank you! I love your dress'

'Calm down Garcia, don't want to scare her away on her first day' said a tall dark haired man. He shook your hand introducing himself as Hotch.

As you walked into the office you saw a dark haired woman, another blonde, and another man.

'baby girl!' he called out, Penelope speed walked over and the man wrapped an arm around her waist. You noticed the matching brain tattoos on their forearm.

Oh

You introduced yourself learning the names of them all, Emily, JJ, and Derek. They all seemed nice enough but they would not stop talking about the other guy that works here that you'll 'absolutely love'

'We have a case' Hotch said from the briefing room.

We all walked into the room and the photos Garcia pulled up were less than pleasant.

You twirled the pen you had around your fingers, thinking about the case,

All blonde women, early to mid thirties, all had the same body type and all had their genitals mutilated.

'I think we're looking for a man, heartbroken, possibly divorced based on age, the wife may have left him?' you spoke not looking up from the case file.

You heard murmurs of agreement at your statement.

When you did look up from your case file you watched as a tall lanky shaggy haired man walked (ran) in.

He was unbelievably attractive. he had dark circles under his eyes that you could not take your eyes off. His face looked like it was sculpted by greek gods.

He looked around the table for a free seat, looking at you, his eyes widening. You looked away, not wanting to make it look like you were staring at him (although you were).

He sat across from you waving a little. You smiled slightly waving back before turning at the sound of Hotch's voice

'Wheels up in 30'

As you walked onto the jet you double checked you had everything you needed for the flight.

headphones

phone

blanket

book (specifically From Lukov with Love)

Sitting down in one of the comfortable chairs, you put in your headphones and pressed play on your favourite playlist. Opening your book.

After about an hour you set the book down to get a cup of coffee. ironic.

'I didn't get to introduce myself, I'm-uh I'm Spencer. Reid.' You turned your head to look at the handsome man you waved at earlier.

'Y/N L/N' you smiled putting out your hand,

'Sorry I have a thing about germs' he said looking down at your hand. You felt a bit awkward putting your hand back on the freshly poured coffee.

'I uh-saw you reading a book. What's it about?' he asked you, walking you back to your seat.

'oh its-uh it's about these two rival ice skaters and they have to compete in a skating tournament together'

'That's...vacuous'

he said scrunching his nose

'Vacuous? really? You couldn't have just said stupid?' you said taking a sip of your coffee looking at him, now in the seat across from you.

'It's formal'

'does it need to be formal?'

'I believe so'

'okay...so you're like a genius right?'

'yes'

'okay...how genius?'

He narrows his eyes at you. Not good.

'quite...genius' he says scrunching his nose again. you chuckled a bit at his hesitance.

mustn't get out much

The plane landed finally, getting onto the tarmac after an annoying two hours, and you still had a long day.

When you got to the chicago police department, you greeted whoever you had to greet because at this point you didn't care. You just wanted to spend more time with spencer.

You stared at the board showing all the evidence compiled. You banged your head against it sighing.

out of the corner of your eye you notice Spencer putting down a cup of coffee, one already in his hand. You turn around and he gestures towards the coffee on the table. you take it eyeing him skeptically.

this case was doing your head in. it had been a week.

you couldn't figure out who was committing these god awful murders and being around Spencer was not helping you focus.

'I figured it out' JJ said, you all turned your head towards her before she called Garcia.

The mans name was Jared Peters and he was 37, and his ex wife left him for another man.

You arrived at his home, guns drawn, Emily and yourself walking down the corridor of his home,

'shit'

'what is it L/N?'

'SHIT!'

You ran out of the house and around the back to where JJ was, and as she was turning the corner you could see Jared about to reach for JJ, she matched the victimology. (but younger)

You ran up behind him, alerting him and making him turn around, raising his knife towards you, you didn't react in time as he stabbed you in the side of your arm.

You cursed out loudly as JJ fought with Jared. You kicked under his feet, knife still in your arm, making you wince but successfully got him on the ground. You turned around to see Rossi, Spencer, and Emily.

you pulled the knife out of your arm, dropping it on the ground. Walking to the ambulance that was outside the house.

Sitting in the ambulance you smiled to yourself, what an eventful first case.

'Y/N, thank you seriously, I could've died if you didn't come to where I was' JJ said walking over to where you were seated.

'It's okay seriously, I'm just glad you weren't hurt' you said

After another two hour flight back to DC, your brain was fried. You had a bandage around your arm that was a bit too tight for comfort as you didn't get a wink of sleep on the plane.

As you were all walking on the tarmac you heard your name being called,

you turned around to see the handsome doctor you were acquainted with.

Turns out while in Chicago he had bought the book you were reading and read it on the flight back. You both argued about the book, about what should and shouldn't have been done and or said.

Walking back into the office, Penelope greeted all of you and gave you a tight hug

'Alright everyone, we have quite a bit of paperwork tomorrow so get some sleep' Hotch said yawning slightly.

The entire team groaned at even the thought of homework.

Then, something weird happened.

Spencer Reid, known germaphobe stuck his hand out to you.

You looked up at him, as did the team, he has never warmed up to somebody so fast.

you grinned and reached down to shake it

almost as soon as your hand touched his, you both retracted your hands reaching for your collarbones, both feeling the sharp zap.

You heard Penelope gasp and squeal

You looked back up at the doctor, pulling down the high cut shirt you were wearing to reveal the tattoo, Spencer unbuttoned his shirt slightly, revealing a matching tattoo.

both your eyes wide but smiling practically ear to ear, you giggled as Penelope yelled

'Celebratory drinks!' she yelled.

You and the team walked to the elevator, forget what you said about not wanting to meet your soulmate.

OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO BAD

I would like to apologise for this atrocity, I would like to open up requests again because I could seriously only think of this shitshow for Spencer Reid and he does not deserve it

#spencer reid #spencer reid x fem!readr #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid criminal minds

[call-me-maggie13]

What’s it like working in a male-dominated environment where everyone is between the ages of 17 & 24? I’m so glad you asked.

“Hey, how do I professionally tell [district manager] this ain’t it, Chief?” - my 19yr old site manager

“Bug race. Bug race. Bug race. Bug race.” - this chant went on for 40 minutes while they scoured for bugs to race in a maze they’d built

“Is my [literally anything] supposed to do this? {proceeds to show themselves doing something that they definitely should not be able to do} It kinda hurts when I do.”

[random screaming]

“What would happen if I ate this?”

{new guy tries to be chivalrous and hold the door for me} “dude, why’d you do that?”

“Because gentlemen hold the doors for ladies?”

“Man, she ain’t a lady. She’s Maggie. Doesn’t count.”

“Pulp fiction isn’t even a good movie.” - this got me kicked out of the group chat for three weeks

In the group chat: [monkey meme] [monkey gif] [monkey stock photo] [monkey trivia fact] [monkey video] [link to monkey video on YouTube] “munky munky”

“Maggie, my girl is mad at me and I can’t figure out why.”

“are you asking her bc she’s a girl?”

“No dude, I’m asking her bc she’s smarter than us.”

“I don’t think I’m straight. Have you seen Ryan Reynolds? Yeah… I don’t know anymore.”

“Did you know the new soap dyes your hands Barbie pink?” [holds up bright pink hands] cause I just found out!”

[more on the previous one] “bro that’s not Barbie pink, that’s fuschia!”

“No it’s not!” {argues back and forth before new guy joins in}

“I think it’s more of a periwinkle.”

“Bro, periwinkle is a purple. Have you never looked at a color before in your life?”

[random projectile flies past my head] “shit! Incoming!”

[random push-up contest]

“Do you think my dog knows I would die for her?”

“You guys know when [vague hand movement] just kinda [even vaguer hand movement] and you just [weird and vague hand movement]?”

“Bro, yes.”

“What were you listening to in your car when I pulled up?” [proudly] “the cheetah girls, bro!”

“Do you think I could take a badger in a fight?”

[random period of absolute silence that either lasts forever or is ended by a random scream]

[someone finds a stick] “you shall not pass”

“You are what you eat, right?”

“Bro what? We’re talking about baseball.”

After the entire staff had heard about me making friendship bracelets for the Taylor Swift concert, I had 4 (out of 6) of them ask me to make them one.

“Do you ever just [like two minutes of complete silence], ya know?”

“I don’t think meeting God could even compete, dude.” - I have no context for this statement

“Sometimes, I just [heavy sigh] and sometimes it’s enough.”

“I need new songs to scream in my car.” [shows them Cruel Summer and DBATC by Taylor Swift] “Dude, make me a playlist. I need more songs like these!”

[loud clattering] “Oh shit. Don’t tell, [manager].”

Manager : “what’d you break?”

“Who decided our company mascot should be a pigeon?”

Manager gives vague answer about corporate and how we’re a car wash so it makes sense.

“Well, they’re dumb. I think our mascot should be a racecar.”

“Do you think I would get workers comp if I had a mental breakdown?”

“No.”

“Damn. Imma reschedule it for my day off then. Hey, [manager], can I have two days off back to back next week?”

“Do I get commission for the customers I scare away?”

“That’s the opposite of how commission works.”

“Well, I’m up to three today.”

[random old guy makes a comment about how women shouldn’t try to do a man’s job] “dude, acting like a dick doesn’t make yours any bigger.”

“Does anyone wanna watch Barbie’s Princess and the Pauper with me on Tuesday?” [everyone said yes] - we’re going to see the new Barbie movie together for “team bonding”

“Did you know that if you do this [proceeds to do some weird flippy thing that makes him fall], you can bruise all your ribs at the same time?”

After seeing a video of Taylor Swift diving into the stage at the Eras Tour : “dude, it’s a really good thing she’s a singer and not a swimmer because that was a bellyflop.”

“Wait. Is Hozier a lesbian?” - I have no context for this question

“If I was a worm, you guys would still play COD with me right?”

“No. We’d lose.”

“We could team up against him and beat his worm-ass!”

“Shit yeah! Then yes.”

[random dancing]

“I wanna jump in that puddle…”

“then jump in it?”

“Ok bet” [spends the last five minutes of his shift splashing in a mud puddle]

“Dude, my [12 year old] sister just got dumped by her boyfriend, what do I do?”

“Take her on a date, dude. I take my sisters out all the time because they should know how a dude should treat them.”

[random trauma dumping] “but yeah, lmao, right?”

Me: [chillin] [randomly gets picked up and carried] - this is an action I have approved, it is both hilarious and fun

“Don’t be weird about it, bro.”

“I’m not gunna be weird about it, bro.” [proceeds to be absolutely weird about it]

“What’s your favorite candy?” [tells them] [receives a two pound bag of my favorite candy the next day] “I’m sorry I yelled at you last week.”

[after he was invited to a party with drugs & alcohol] “My therapist said I shouldn’t do that anymore. It’s shit for my mental health.”

“Okay, bro. We can just play COD instead.”

[randomly tackling each other in the grass]

“Dude, I love you so much, bro. You’re an awesome guy to be friends with.” [proceeds to smack each other back and forth for like three minutes straight]

[complaining about how his seven-month-old is going through a sleep regression and he hasn’t slept more than two hours in a week] “dude, that sucks. I can ask my mom for tips, if you want?”

[random video clip sent in group chat] “wait, Maggie don’t watch that” [watches it anyways] “bro, that’s a video of you and your cat playing peek-a-boo, why couldn’t I watch that?” - I never got a response

[quiet giggling] manager: “what are you doing?”

“Nothing!” - they were hiding his clipboard

“Bro, Taylor Swift probably wrote a song about it.”

“That was literally so homophobic, it’s homoerotic.”

[in the group chat] “Y’all, I have news.” [all but one person responds asking about it] “I wanna wait until everyone responds” [four hours later, the last person responds asking about it] [ten minutes of silence] “oh, yeah. I’m gay.” - this man has been out for over a decade. Everyone already knew. This was not news.

[random tiktok link] [random tiktok link] [random tiktok link]

“Does anyone know how to use epilepsy?”

“Epilepsy? The seizure thing?”

“No the three dots.”

“Bro, that’s ellipsis.”

“I thought that was the exercise machine.”

“No, that’s an elliptical.” - I know this is a tiktok trend now, but this entire conversation was dead serious

“Do I need to go to the hospital if I got bit by a squirrel?” [everyone yells at him to go to the ER] [someone asks how he got bit by a squirrel] “I wanted to know if they were as fluffy as they look.” - he has confirmed that they are, indeed, as fluffy as they look but you most certainly should never attempt to pet a squirrel

“Bro look at this” [picture of something brutal and gory] “isn’t that cool?”

“I think I could be a professional driver.”

“Didn’t you break your axel by hitting a curb?”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t drive.”

#boys will be boys #boys will be bugs #I love them #they’re so stupid #there’s never a dull moment with them #i never know what to expect when they start talking #every day they get weirder #I love my job #my boss is literally only older than the 17 year old #everyone is older than him except our high schooler

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

Amelia Shepherd - God complex

originally posted on my wattpad @MayaBishop_is_myWife

Pairing: Amelia Shepherd x fem!reader

Fluff

Word count: 1.3k 

!!not proofread!! 

also don't question the timeline of this it's all over the place w the characters in the actual series

(reader is head of cardio at grey sloan)

Summary: Teddy returns to the hospital and get an update from Bailey and Meredith about how things work and finds out reader and Amelia are dating.

Meredith POV:

"Okay so, you need updating in anything else, because that's all the new staff and equipment we have since you were last here?" Bailey, me and Teddy were all sitting round meeting table going over all the things Teddy needs to know before going back into the hospital since it had been quite a few years.

"Okay so Derek has a sister, who's also your sister and then you found out you had another sister from your mom and the chief is her dad..?" 

"Yes, basically. Was that the only thing you actually remembered?"

"No, of course not I got the whole thing but that part just really stuck out to me." 

"It stuck out to all of us." Bailey said which caused us all to laugh a bit. 

"Okay but seriously, this place always, always, has drama so cmon ladies give me the tea!" I was about to respond when all of our pagers went off.

"We'll duty calls, but catch me after and I'll fill you in." We both had shit eating grins on our faces as we all ran down to the ER and Bailey just rolled her eyes calling us children. 

Time skip to the ER

Teddy POV:

"We got a multi-vehicle collision coming in I need all hands on deck here people!" I yelled as I walked into the ambulance bay and waited for them to come in. All the attendants and interns were out there waiting as well so I took some time to take in all the new faces. 

As I was looking round a certain pair caught me eye, two attendings slightly secluded from everyone else, whispering to each other and in their own little world, smiling the biggest smiles I've seen in a while. I recognised them both as Dr Shepherd and Dr Y/l/n. Head of neurosurgery and head of Cardiothoracic surgery. I assumed they were friends and moved my attention from them as the ambulance was pulling in. 

"56 year old male, major head injury, penetrating chest wound, possible cardiac tamponade, crush injuries to the torso and both legs broken!" Yelled out the paramedic. 

"Okay, Shepherd, Y/l/n and Torres I need you guys with me on this one!" I called out and heard the doctors running behind me. We made it into trauma one and started saving this man. 

Time skip to once they're in surgery, reader is fixing heart, Amelia is fixing the brain injury, Callie is doing the legs and Teddy is fixing the crush injuries

"Quite a crowded OR for your first day back Teddy huh?" Callie said to me.

"Yeah, it is. But you know, I think I prefer it like this in the first day back because now I can get all the updates on the hospital drama." All three women laughed and then Amelia piped up "Alex and Jo got married." 

"Oh my god, no way!" 

"You should see them they're so adorable together, Alex really grew up and became a good man." Callie said.

"Yeah I can tell, aw that's so sweet I'm happy for them both."

"Oh, did you hear about Amelia absolutely crushing Derek in her presentation on why she should be head of neuro and not him?" Callie added.

"No, I did not hear, please do tell."

Amelia POV:

Callie is talking about how my speech was so good and blah blah but I just can't stop looking at my gorgeous girlfriend. She's so cute in her scrub hat, it's blue and had little yellow ducks on it, and she's got her concentrated face in which makes it even more adorable. 

"Amelia..? Amelia.., Dr Shepherd!?" Callie said pulling me out my thoughts. "Huh, wha- oh yeah, uhm thank you, really thanks means a lot." I stammered, embarrassed I had been caught staring. I knew I had been see. because before I looked at Callie she winked at me and I could just tell under that mask she a shit eating grin plastered in her face.

"Mmhhmmm." Callie said very over-dramatically.

"Shut up." I mumbled, Callie just laughed and carried on her little gossip session with Teddy. By this point I had finished my part of the surgery so I was scrubbing out but before I left I went over to y/n which caused Callie and Teddy to slow and quiet down their chat just a little bit so they could see what was going to happen. 

I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist and put my head in her shoulder no one said anything A: because they were all scared of us and B: because she was almost finished anyway, just suturing the guy back together. "Hey once you're done closing wanna go get some coffee?" I asked her casually. "I'd love to." she leaned back into me slightly as she had just finished the last stitch to close the man up. "Hey, how your knee?" I asked her. Y/n injured her knee while on a run so it's a little painful for her to stand for too long. "No I'm fine, don't worry." At this point she had taken off her gown and gloves and we walked out to the scrubbing area and started washing our hands. Once we were done we walked out to the coffee cart and got some.

On the way back we saw Callie, Meredith, Maggie, Bailey, Teddy, Alex, Jo and Arizona in the attending's lounge and decided to go and

join them. When we're about to go in we heard Meredith say something about us being together and then Teddy said "Yeah I kinda guessed that one but are they not like, insufferable? Not because of PDA but because let's be honest out all the surgeons here cardio and neuro, especially if they're head of the department which both of them are, they're both the most likely to have a major god complex surely?" We were broth a bit taken aback when we heard this so decided to ease drop a little longer. "No actually you'd be surprised, they balance each other out perfectly and they're adorable so it's like a win win, they keep each other from screaming at interns and thinking their better than everyone and that they can do anything and we get a cute couple." Everyone in the room laughed at that and we were both happy that Meredith jumped to our defence immediately. She is Amelia's sister but she is like my sister as well. After that we decided to go in.

"Hey guys." and "Hello" were said from every angle as we walked in. After that we kinda just carried on with updating Teddy and general conversation amongst all of us. 

As it got later in the evening (the surgery took up most of the shift) y/n started to get a little tired so instinctively she wrapped her arms around me and put her head in the crook of my neck. "You okay there?" I ask her and just get a tired hum in response. At this point hushed conversation is still going on but most attention is on us as people started teasing us for being "so sweet". 

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." I said in response to all the teasing. "Can we go home now? Shifts over." I hear my girlfriend say, her voice slightly muffled because of her head being nestles into my neck. "Yeah cmon let's go home." We bid everyone a good night and headed home to a night full of cuddles and movies.

#amelia shepherd #wlw #wlw fanfic #sapphic #greys anatomy #greys anatomy fanfiction #lesbian pride #lesbian #wlw pride #amelia shepard #amelia shepard x reader

[carsonian]

Steve/Tony fic recs | theme: "SOFT"

I've read a decent number of SteveTony fics and I wanted to give an indecent amount of love back to the writers who put out such gawrjus pieces. The theme for this list is "SOFT" in capital letters because it's not your average erectile-dysfunction soft but some real silk-scarf soft shit. You know, the classics: the diabetic stuff, the ooey-gooey stuff, the puddle of feelings stuff...

Now I don't want NOBODY saying, girl, I've read that, are you being for real? Because guess what? I am always being for real and these fics are real, and you can always re-read them. So spread the love. Respect!

"There's an App for That" by Annie D (scaramouche) (@no-gorms) - I know you're looking at me and saying, aight look Carsonian, whatchu takin me for? You think I'm some greenhorn mark to put down a flag for SteveTony witout cracking Annie D's stash three times whole? Well, to that I raise: my glass. Cuz samesies. But truuuuust me, this fic is worth the re-read. It is a stroke of genuine AU brilliance that doesn't get the hype it deserves (a billion kudos of hype pls!). Super solid set-up, refreshingly quick lines, the kind of easygoing falling together that is just jazzy to relish. This fic is like a date with an almond huddled inside. Sweet and mushy but with a surprisingly solid bite at its core. Summary goes:

Thanks to the modern gig economy, Steve is the successful owner of a break-up service, i.e. people pay him to break up with their partners for them. One day, he gets the first break-up request for Tony Stark.

😏 Uh-huh. Oh okay. Meet-awkwuuurd time. J.A.R.V.I.S., cue up "Start of Something New" by HSM. 😏

"The First Time I Went Dancing Sober" by schemingreader - This fic is like good wine; it ages like a beauty. This month will make it ten (10!!!) years since it was published but by God does it hold up. It holds me up. Like a firm but comfortable back brace. Summary goes:

Steve Rogers is a great physical therapist who works with sick kids. Tony Stark is a damaged biotech engineering genius who really wants to be one of the good guys.

You.... you know the vibes, don't you? You--uh, you catch the flow? Yeah, you do. C'mon, read this fic and give me a hug, brother. I'll clasp you close and whisper homoerotic sweet-nothings into your ear while we hug, partner. It'll be silly romantic, bro.

"we pick ourselves undone" by laramara (@commandersteverogers) - Another old-but-gold fic. Hang on, read the summary first:

It might appear that award-winning surgeon Tony Stark, the head of neurosurgery at Shield Hospital, well and truly has his life together. Now if he could only figure out how to tell people that his father, world class neurosurgeon Howard Stark, is locked away in a nursing home with Alzheimer’s, devise a way to get Chief Fury off his back for good, and work out what the hell he’s going to do about the weird on-again-off-again thing he has going with the head of cardio, he’d finally have everything sorted.

Now that's what I'm motherfucking talking about. This fic is also ten years old et voilà: a certified historical moment. When I first read this, I thought about quitting fic writing; it's that good. And then I re-read it and life was okay again. Tee El Dee Arr: I want to give this fic a smooch on the mouth and a sincere insurance plan.

"for better or for worse" by earliebirb (@earliebirb) - This is the fic you re-read when you want to remember why you're into Steve/Tony. It's iddy, it's tender, it's achey but beyond all a that, it's SOFT. Soft like whipped cream. Soft like a vanilla ice cream milkshake. Soft like Tony's tush and Steve's tits. R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Summary goes:

Sitting quietly like this, Tony can almost pretend that nothing has happened, that this is just another normal day of Steve waking up in bed next to him. Married and in love with no threat of divorce looming on the horizon. Of course, that is before he catches sight of Steve’s bereft ring finger. He wonders how long it has been since Steve’s ring finger is empty. He wonders if he should start taking off his own, too. He wonders if Steve wants him to take it off.

I know, I know, you're going: Carsonian, wyot the hell, this sounds like angsty stuff. Shhh. Shhhhh. Shhh. I'll get my hand off your mouth just as soon as you start listening. Sport, this is the ooey-gooey stuff. All of the angst is the hot chocolate fudge. It's what makes the milkshake so bloody damn good. Now get da fuck outta here and read this fic!!! Or re-read this fic!!! It's worth it! (Just like Steve & Tony's relationship in the fic, shhh no spoilers.)

Warmest and Brightest by ishipallthings (@ishipallthings) - Naww shuddup I don't want to hear any accusations of favouritism. Yeah I think Jen is aces, but I'm not speaking from a place of bias when I say her fics are aces too. It has been scientifically proven. By Tony. And me. Here's the source. Also, I read this WAYYYY back when, and put it down in my list as "sitcom/hallmark set up with stevetony charm". So if you're into that, you know what to do. And if you're not into that, get da fuck outta here!!! You can not NOT be into that. Okay but if you're seriously not into that, no judgement. Okay, a little judgement. With 100% love. Summary goes:

It’s Christmas Eve, and Tony’s supposed to be getting decorations ready for his and Rhodey’s Christmas bash in their new apartment. Instead, he’s stuck in an elevator with the hot guy from 12A Steve, who doesn’t seem to be in much of a festive mood. It turns out to be a bit of a holiday miracle.

Y'know what else is a miracle? How I got through this fic without kicking my feet up like a gleeful teen in a 2000s romcom. Y'know what else? I totally didn't get through this fic without doing that. Maybe the miracle is in the friends we made along the way 🧑‍🤝‍🧑(that's me n u, babey, holding hands as we watch Steve and Tony debate superior rom-coms into a relationship).

"One Last Christmas" by Captain_Panda - Speakin' of Xmas miracles, here's another fic that is super soft and set during the Christmas holiday period. And YEAH I'll admit it FINE FINE. I'm deffo playing favourites here....but as we all know, I am a Captain_Panda fan first 😤❗, a SteveTony fic enthusiast second. Respect!!! Summary goes:

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch. The year is 2012. Cuddly-as-a-cactus Tony Stark is throwing a Christmas party for his fellow Avengers. It's all going really well--except for Tony, who is quietly succumbing to his own demons.

You see how the summary says "cuddly-as-a-cactus"? Well, it don't matter because the fic will cuddle you anyway. Tony gets cuddles, we get cuddles, the world gets a cuddle. It's all cuddles in here and you best believe I'm weeping at the slumber party. In this fic, the world is soft and rough-edged and love is worth losing for. It's beautiful. Gawly I'm weeping again. Last time I read this fic, I wrote this in my comment and it still holds true.

And that's all she w"rec"ked!

Go forth: SteveTony lovers, fuckers, ambassadors, champions, perverts, freaks, losers, dreamers, legends! Read, re-read, kudo, comment, spread legs and spread love.

#fic recs #stevetony #if any of the fic writers want me to untag them give me a shout #anyway i know a lot of these are *known* fics but HEY this is a fic REC post #not a hidden gems post #that's a different draft altogether....

[punkflower11]

Choose Your Own Adventure: Miles Morales - Part 4

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"So, Hobie," Jefferson addresses the teen. "How are your parents?"

Miles whisked the fingers of his fork round his bowl, half-hardheartedly scooping grains of rice from the side of the dish. Currently wedged between his parents and fake Boyfriend, Miles sat present at the doom's day dinner. So far, the two parties seemed to be cooperating, but Miles knew better than to mix water with electricity and hope for the best.

"Great Chief, cemetery’s real comfy this time 'round year."

Sensitive topic right off the bat and Hobie was already pulling no punches. As a suffocating silence followed, Miles felt himself shift uncomfortably in his seat.

"Oh." Jefferson blinks. Then, "Sorry to hear that." Help.

Wasn't this was painfully awkward. Miles fixed his gaze on his table knife and began to silently contemplate the cons of ending it all.

"'S'fine mate." and it was, until Jefferson decided that Miles still hadn't suffered enough.

"Where do you live then?" What was this, twenty questions?

"Around." Hey, it could have been worse. Thankfully Hobie didn't seem too irritated by the inquiry. He could have instead gone What are you, a cop? in which, Jefferson would have to regretfully inform Hobie that he was in fact, a cop.

Oh god. Miles hadn't even thought of that. If Hobie knew that he was having dinner with a cop he would definitely flip his shit. No amount of damage control could save Miles from the ticking time bomb.

Yeah, he's screwed.

"Around where?"

Okay, was this guy for real?

"Dad, don’t."

"Why not? It's an important question." Rio cuts in.

"It's just, how is this even relevant?"

"Nah, s'alright." Hobie shrugs. "I live in and out of my brother's flat." Well Halle-fucking-lujah. Somebody give this man a medal. Savior of the stupid and very very unfortunate (See: Miles).

"And he's okay with all..." Jefferson gestures vaguely at Hobie's attire. "This?"

"'Course mate. Why wouldn't 'e be?"

"No reason, just-"

"Just what?"

"So Hobie," Rio swoops in, saving her husband. "Where did you meet Miles?"

Yes Miles, who is smiling sweetly at Hobie. Called it.

"Alchemax, uh we-" Miles begins to cough violently.

"…during a field trip."

"You and Miles are in the same class?" Miles' sees his Mom's eyebrows jump. Hobie scoffs.

"What, never seen a tall person before?" For that he kicks Hobie underneath the table. Hard.

"No. I was, ah, interning." Jefferson nods his head in pleasant surprise.

"That’s nice," He says. "Good to see you're focused on the future." He looks to Miles, who is trying his hardest not to roll his eyes.

"Are you in a gang?" Rio asks abruptly.

"What? No he’s not! Woman who do you think he is?"

"To be fair love, if I was I then probably wouldn’t tell you." Hobie points out.

"Not helping Hobie." Surrendering, the other picks up his spoon.

"What about a band? You look like you're in a band."

"Sometimes." Hobie replies thoughtfully through a mouth full of food.

"Oh? What do you play?"

"Men."

"What?"

Midway through a drumstick, Miles chokes.

"…but usually guitar." Smooth recovery.

"Edgy. I played trombone in high school."

Satisfied, Rio then turns to Jefferson.

"How was work today?"

"Slow. There was a chase on 49th, but it ended pretty quick."

And just because the universe was a fucking jerk:

"Hold on," Oh no.

"You're a cop?" Shit.

"Yeah, didn't Miles tell you?" Double Shit.

Any hope that the two would get along had quickly been eradicated. The only thing that Hobie hated more than a corrupt government were the people running the corrupt government. No way in hell was he was letting this go.

Astonished, Hobie looked at the man in disbelief. Before he could start on the other, Miles took action.

Okay, time to diffuse this conversation.

#across the spiderverse #punkflower #choose your own adventure #updates daily! #polls

[storiesforallfandoms]

small ~ jim hopper;stranger things

word count: 1958

request?: yes!

“Oh my fucking god, I’m not the person who asked for Hopper but holy fucking shit balls. Maybe like you and Hopper go out one night just to get drunk and you do the like hand comparison thing and he just absolutely wants you then and there. But like his pov with a side of inner turmoil because he’s nervous about what would happen afterwards? I don’t really know, so basically anything, there’s not enough Hop on here.”

description: when they go out for a couple of drinks after work, neither of them expected it to end the way it did

pairing: jim hopper x female!reader

warnings: swearing, drinking, hinted smut but nothing detailed, slight age gap (hopper is mid 40s, reader is late 20s) and slight power imbalance (hopper is police chief, reader is newly appointed officer)

masterlist (one, two)

My usual drink was waiting for me in my usual spot as I entered the bar. I knew that should’ve concerned me, but it was yet another long day and I needed something to take the edge off. So I sat up on the stool that became my “regular spot” and took a sip from the beer that had become my “regular drink”.

I usually drank alone on nights like this, but this particular night a familiar voice asked, “Mind if I join you, chief?”

I looked over my shoulder to see our new rookie, (Y/F/N). She was still in her uniform, likely also just off from her shift. I hadn’t had a lot of interaction with her since her promotion, but I remembered her being an incredible trainee in her early days.

Not to mention she’s cute.

“Of course,” I said, gesturing to the empty stool next to me. “It’s a free country.”

She sat up next to me and ordered a pint of beer for herself. I glanced over at her as I raised my drink to my lips. There are certain ways to tell when a cop is new to the force and that is by how young they appear. (Y/N) still had that beautiful, youthful look to her. She had yet to face anything to cause the lines to form on her face or for streaks of grey to appear in her hair.

“Hard day, chief?” she asked.

“You can call me Jim, (Y/N). We’re not on the clock,” I told her. Not that many people ever actually called me by my first name, on or off the clock. I just wanted to hear how it sounded coming form her mouth. “And every day is a hard day on the force.”

She didn’t respond. I didn’t blame her. How are you supposed to respond to the off duty police chief having yet another existential crisis?

“It’s not that bad,” I admitted. “When you’ve been a cop as long as I have, you just see things you can never unsee. But you’re also protecting people and saving lives. That’s worth something.”

“I know. My dad was an officer, actually. He’s told me all the stories.”

“Really? Would I know him?”

she shook her head as she took another sip of her pint. “I’m not from Hawkins. I moved here after I finished police school. It was...well, it was the only place looking for new recruits.”

She could’ve been a big, hot shot cop in a big city, but instead had to settle for our small town. That’s how dreams die.

“But I like it here,” she added. “I do. Hawkins is a nice little town and the people here are...”

“Nice?” I offered.

She chuckled. “Yeah, I guess so.”

When I noticed her drink was almost empty, I ordered her another one on my tab.

We were there for a few hours, drinking the night away. (Y/N) could handle her alcohol a lot better than I thought she could. She was easily keeping up with me and only started to show any signs of inebriation when I started to feel my own beer hit me.

“One more for me, bartender,” she said, raising a hand to get the bartender’s attention. Her words were slightly slurred as she spoke.

“I think you’ve had enough,” I said, reaching out to lower her hand. “You need some water before you go anywhere.”

She looked at my hand on hers. I could feel her skin warm against mine. I should’ve let go. I didn’t need to be holding her hand for this long. But her hand was so warm and so soft. I didn’t want to let go of her.

A small smile spread across her face as she slipped her hand from mine just long enough to hold up her open palm. She took the hand that was just holding her own and placed it, open, against hers. A drunken giggled escaped from her lips as she looked at the juxtaposition between the size. 

“Your hand is so much bigger than mine,” she said. “You could fit, like, both of my hands in one of yours.”

Her hand was much smaller than mine. Her fingertips just barely reached the second joints of my fingers. Actually, she was a lot smaller than me in general; her entire stature was much smaller than I was. I could likely hold both her hands effortlessly in one of mine.

Which made me picture both of her wrists locked in one of my hands. My larger body towering over her smaller one. My name coming from her lips in between a string of moans and whimpers. That warm, soft skin pressed against my - 

I quickly pulled my hand away from hers and turned to the bartender to order a water for (Y/N).

I couldn’t have those thoughts about her. There was so much wrong with that scenario, namely the fact that I was her superior and over a decade older than her. It was wrong, those thoughts were wrong. But now that I had gotten them in my head they wouldn’t go away. I couldn’t even look at her without those images flashing before my eyes.

“Did you drive here?” I asked her. She nodded as she started gulping down her water. “Listen, I don’t feel comfortable with you driving home in this state, even if you sober up a little, and I don’t want to leave you drunk at a bar on your own. I’m gonna drive you home, and you can come back to get your car in the morning.”

“But you’ve been drinking, too,” she pointed out.

“I’m much more sober than you are, honey,” I assured her. She didn’t make a comment on the pet name, and I hoped she’d be too drunk to even remember it later on.

I paid for our drinks despite her protests and guided her out to my car. She didn’t seem too drunk while walking, which made me wonder if I should’ve just let her drive home on her own. I didn’t lie when I said I didn’t want her to drive home after drinking, but I also wanted these last few moments together before I had to force things back to normal the next day.

“I appreciate this, Jim,” she said after giving me her address.

“What kind of police chief would I be if I let our rookie drive home drunk?” I asked, a light tone in my voice.

“The kind who drives after he’s already been drinking?” she offered.

I chuckled. “Okay, touché.”

She rested her head against the window. Her face lit up as we drove under the street lights. As we would approach another light, I couldn’t help but glance over to get a glimpse at her beautiful face.

God, I’m helpless here. How do I stop myself from doing something I’ll regret?

“Are you from close to Hawkins?” I asked, trying to make small talk. “Originally, I mean.”

“About a five hour drive away,” she responded.

“So not close at all really. Do you  get to see your family a lot at least?”

She nodded. “My parents drive in every other weekend. We talk on the phone all the time, too. They miss me and they wish I had gotten a job at our local department so I was closer to home, but they’re proud of me.”

“As they should be. Becoming a cop isn’t easy, as your dad probably knows.”

“School was tough, and I’m kind of worried about the first day I see something traumatizing, but it’s like you said: we do good, too. I just hope the good outweighs the bad.”

“It does. Eventually, it goes.”

“Do you have any kids, Jim?”

I felt myself tense at the question. My blood ran cold and my grip on the steering wheel tightened until my knuckles were white.

“I used to,” I said, my voice icier than I meant it to be.

She looked at me with wide eyes. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I knew that. I should’ve have said...I should’ve remembered...shit, Jim, I’m so sorry.”

I shook my head, focusing my attention on the road. “No, don’t be sorry. It was years ago and...and you’re drunk. You weren’t thinking straight.”

“It’s still not easy to lose a kid, though.”

We were silent the rest of the way to her place. I felt a sense of dread as I pulled into her driveway. I really did not want this time to end, but I had no other reason to keep things going. Once she got out of my car and went inside, she’d fall asleep and wake up sober. When I saw her at the station the next day, she’d be referring to me as Chief Hopper again, and I’d just be stuck with the memory of tonight being a far away fantasy I could never have again.

“Are you still with your wife, Jim?” she asked.

The question took me by surprise. “Uh...no. We...we divorced a long time ago.”

She was slowly unbuckling her seatbelt, her gaze slowly drifting to me as if she were contemplating what I had said. Suddenly, she was out of her own seat and on my lap. Her lips were roughly pressed against mine, her hands around the back of my head, holding me to her. Instinctively, arms went around her waist and I began to kiss her back. It was the one thing I had wanted to do all night and now that it was finally happening, I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or not. If this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up.

Her hips moved down so her crotch brushed against mine. I groaned in pleasure at the contact and she used this to her advantage by slipping her tongue into my mouth. The taste of alcohol on her tongue was enough to snap me out of my trance and to realize what was happening. I pulled away from her. She tried to move with me, but I put a hand against her shoulder to move her away from me.

“Shit,” she said, her face flushed with embarrassment. “Shit, I’m sorry. That was way out of line, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You’re drunk. It’s fine,” I assured her.

She shook her head. “No, no I’m not drunk. I haven’t been at all. I was a bit tipsy back at the bar, but I haven’t gotten further than a light buzz.”

I was shocked at her revelation. “But...you were okay with me driving you home. I thought you were too drunk to drive.”

“I wanted to be alone with you.”

I almost laughed I was so shocked. This entire time I was having these thoughts and telling myself I wouldn’t be able to act on them, and it turns out she was having the exact same thoughts, too.

“Did I make a total fool of myself?” she asked. “I can just go, we can just forget this ever happened.”

In response, I put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her towards me to kiss her again. I could feel her body relaxing against mine.

I couldn’t let the kiss be long lived, though, as I reluctantly pulled away again. “Go inside and get yourself sober. If you still feel like this in the morning when all the alcohol is out of your system, we can try it again.”

She smiled brightly at me. “Don’t be surprised if I kiss you the minute I see you tomorrow, then.”

I smiled back at her. “I’ll be waiting.”

#jim hopper #jim hopper imagine #jim hopper x reader #david harbour #david harbour x reader #david harbour imagine #stranger things #stranger things imagine #one shot #request #imagine #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[y-rhywbeth2]

So here's the updated story about the Dark Three's mortal adventuring days and eventual promotion to the Dead Three - including Jergal being a sneaky bitch who owes Charname and the Dark Urge free painkillers, Bane and Bhaal being "friends", the idiots unleashing horrors upon the world long before they became gods, and we also get Bhaal's other backstory.

In this version Bhaal's full name is Arabhal (no surname), he was born in the Netherese flying city of Rdiuz and became the spymaster and chief assassin for the local government

Said government is led by people who think they're the equals of the gods. Obviously a key step to that "challenging the gods" thing was graverobbing and stealing god corpses in the Astral Plane and they eventually planned to start invading the realms of living gods.

This led to an invasion by people from another world and the pissed off guardian god of the divine graveyard.

Said people also damaged an ancient binding that was keeping an ancient god of horror and his army of monsters and slaves from being unleashed upon the world again. "The Bane of the Ancients" was part of that slave army, which means they also unleashed Bane, which is even worse. Rdiuz' response to this was to try and recruit the army of horror, which says a lot about them.

The Crown-Sorcerers created magic daggers that could kill gods out of the corpse of a god that they stole. (Then Jergal stole all seven and turned the people who made them into ghouls, driven feral by unquenchable hunger) They still didn't stop trying to find ways to best the gods and actually ended up in a fight with the Netherese pantheon and the army already invading.

Anyway, Bhaal and Bane both ended up working together as scouts/killers against the invading army. Apparently they got along - insofar as these two can get along with anybody - because they respected each other's skill at murder and both recognised the other as a ruthless bloodthirsty bastard. They were so efficient that Jergal noticed them and decided that they'd make brilliant servants if he ever needed them. He noticed Bane first, which I'm sure did wonders for Mr Lord of Darkness' ego.

Jergal started plaguing the two with horrible nightmare visions, torturing them until they bent to his will and followed the directions to collect those god-killing knives mentioned earlier. He also revealed to them the locations of three Primordials (ancient gods from the dawn of time that the modern gods went to war with). He had a whole thing going on where he was trying to make six mortal pawns into human gods who would be extensions of him, so he needed some Primordials dead and planned to use these two.

While they were invading a lich's tower they also met a crown-prince who decided that his kingdom wasn't powerful enough and ran away to find better opportunities for power. (Hello, Myrkul, you asshole). The three of them beat the shit out of the lich, ransack his place and raze the tower to the ground.

There's a whole load of quests involving horrific nightmare visions, murders, god-slayings, and building up such a reputation that people start calling them the Dark Three.

When they went after Bane's old master, Maram, they gathered an army to do it. This included Gnolls, so I guess Durge gets that particular affinity from Dad. The battle that ensued was horrific and left all survivors with severe trauma.

The three did not succeed in killing Maram, but they did manage to absorb some of his power, promoting them to quasi-deity status, and Myrkul banished him to the Elemental Plane of Earth while Bane fixed the seal.

All primordials dealt with, Jergal assumed he didn't need them anymore, discarded them and stoped torturing them.

This leaves them to their own devices, which goes fantastically for everyone!

Current plan: undo the seal they just fixed and release more Primordials so that they can subjugate/kill them and steal their divinity while hunting down lore to help them harness it.

And they succeed! After unleashing an horrific six years of darkness, chaos and war upon the world, of course. They managed to ruin the entire Eastern coast of the Moonsea. The lore they uncover leads them to portals, and after a decade of study they work out how to use it. And in this context, "they" means Myrkul, who is the brains of this party.

Eventually they used the network to reach Jergal, fighting off entire, endless legions of the dead by themselves to reach his throne, where Jergal appears to be slumped in his chair, too depressed to care. Before anyone could attack, Jergal got off and asked which one of the three would like it?

And obviously the three started fighting about it, which Jergal watched until he got bored of it and suggested a game that involved bowling with human skulls.

That game got derailed when Malar, god of the hunt, dropped by and ruined it. They let him run off and chase the skulls and then Jergal just split his porfolio in three and had them draw straws for them while Malar wasn't paying attention.

"Bane won the game and chose to rule the living as a tyrant, beginning with the seven primordials [which may include his old master, Maram]. "Myrkul came in second and chose to command both Jergal and the dead, with the exception of the lich Urgund Mezeketh [the guy they beat the shit out of and whose tower they burned down earlier in the story], who was bound to serve Bane as his seneschal and first banelich. "And Bhaal, while coming in third of the Dark Three, balanced the other two on a knife's edge, claiming the instance of death and the transition between their two domains. "And so it was that Jergal, Lord of the End of Everything, surrendered much of his divinity to the Dark Three. But this simply marked the start of his new plan, set to unfold over the next 3,600 years."

#They are the product of their societies #Except Myrkul #Myrkul is just a sadistic power hungry bastard #That terrible part of my brain that enjoys fucked up crack ships based on a single line of writing now wants to ship Bhaal/Bane... #Myrkul is the brains of the operation in this adventuring party and I am not surprised #lore stuff

[sjhhemmings]

#14. being torn between wanting to get rid of their feelings for the other and wanting to nurture the feelings in a hopeless, masochistic way

FROM : FORBIDDEN LOVE ~ PROMPTS about showing love without confessing

FOR Brian Zvonecek x fem pls 💜💜💜

Forbidden Love #14

brian zvonecek x fem!reader

a/n: so it took me too long to try and figure out how i wanted to write this so i hope it turned out okay! i’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted anon, i tried haha. much love 🩷🩷

warnings: swearing, angst, aggressive fluff, anything i missed

Y/N’s POV:

Once again, you woke up in bedsheets that weren’t yours, massive hangover, and those same melancholy feelings creeping up on you that you get every time you leave.

You look over to the digital clock on what should be labeled as your side of the bed that read 4:32 A.M.

Trying to slightly sit up without waking up the man next to you, you try to track down where your scattered clothes ended up landing throughout the room.

It’s the same routine every single time. You always wake up before him, and when you do wake up it’s still very early morning. So when you end up tracking your things down and leaving without a trace you were even there, you’re able to make your escape before the sun has even risen.

Once you’ve gotten dressed and prepared your walk of shame, the regret that usually hits you in a few hours comes immediately. You don’t want to leave. You don’t want to leave before the sun has risen. You don’t want to be lying in your own bed at 8 A.M. the morning after really good fucking sex.

Fuck it. You begin to contemplate completely ditching your routine and just laying back down, just spending the morning together like normal people. Enjoying your time together.

But you can’t. So you leave his room shutting his door as quiet as possible and walk out.

Once you’ve made it out of his apartment building at 5:04 A.M. you start crying as you walk down the street. You must look like a hooker right now. Smudged makeup, messy hair, large sweatshirt, and obviously no self respect since you might as well be the face of the definition for ‘The Walk of Shame’.

Once you’re laying in your own bed, you grab the pillow next to you and let out the most guttural sobs you have ever cried. You can’t do this anymore. You can’t continue loving him only in the night and completely ignoring each other in the day. You want him all the time. You want him for all 24 hours of the day, all seven days a week, and every single day in every month of every year. You want to call him yours and be that possessive girlfriend that’s able to leave hickeys on his neck so other girls will know he’s off limits.

But you can’t, and if you can’t then you’re done with the one night stands. You’re done with the praises, and the ‘good girl’s, and the ‘god I love you’s. You’re just done. You just have to be done.

The next week at work was a shit show. Working with the only person you could ever want to spend the rest of your life with and not being able to do anything about it sucks. The stolen glances, and avoiding, and only being able to sulk the whole time sucks. You don’t honestly know how much longer you can live like this. So you don’t. You talked to Chief Boden and you have some family in Utah so you’ll just take furlough and visit them for the next 2 months. That should be the perfect amount of time to get over this silly little crush.

Brian’s POV:

The part of the night I dread every single time has finally arrived. The routine. Where she thinks I’m asleep when she wakes up, sighs, then gathers her stuff and leaves without a word before the sun has even risen. It breaks my heart each and every time.

Without checking, I can assume it’s probably 4:30 since that’s about the time this whole thing starts.

I try to lay as still as possible. I try to go against every want- every need in bones to stop her from leaving. To stop her from not spending the morning together. But I can’t. I can’t stop her, this is the way it has to be and we both know that. We can create something magical in the night, then pretend it never even happened during the day. The thing about that magic though, is I crave it more and more every time. She’s becoming a drug I don’t think I can continue to live without. I don’t think I can continue giving her up the seconds the sun rises. I want her all the time. There’s never not a moment of the day where she’s not on my mind and working with her only amplifies that.

This morning though, at the time the door should be attempted to be shut as silent as possible, doesn’t happen. Shes still in the room, but she hasn’t left. I can sense her hesitation and the only thing I could ever ask for, for the rest of my life, is that she stays. That she comes back to bed I can hold her until the end of time. But before I know it she does leave. The door is shut, and the room gets cold. It feels empty. My shell of a body is left alone still feeling the warmth of where she once was on her side of the bed.

Her side of the bed. No one else has ever lied there since before our situation has started. Her side of the bed.

This next week at work i’ve been hopeful. I’ve made a plan. On our next night together which should be tomorrow, I’m going to ask her to stay. I’m going to ask her to break the rules and stay with me.

After work I get ready for my shift at Molly’s and I wait. I wait for her to walk in, and I wait for her shyly come to the bar and ask for a drink. I wait for our flirting to begin, and I wait for the night to end so I can take her home. I wait so I can reach the high I can only get with her, and I wait to ask her to stay. To stay until the sun rises, to stay and have breakfast and to let me hold her in my arms. Tonight is the night.

Or at least I thought it was. An hour later than the time she usually comes in has arrived and i’m anxious.

“Hey Brett, have you seen Y/N?” I ask trying to be as normal as possible to draw the least amount of attention to myself.

“Uh, no?” She says giggling obviously already tipsy.

“Oh well usually she’s here by now and I haven’t talked to her so I just wanted to know if she was running late or what.” I say drying off a glass trying to seem as nonchalant as possible.

All she does is laugh in my face.

“What?” I ask confused.

“Did you not hear?” She asks getting semi-serious.

“Hear what?” I ask growing irritated.

“Let’s just say I don’t think she’s going to make it tonight.” She says laughing while finishing off her 3rd drink of the night.

“What do you mean?” I ask while making her a new drink, giving her an incentive to talk to me.

“Oh, you really didn’t hear. Um Y/N is going to Utah to visit some family for like the next two months.” She says taking this more seriously.

“What!?” I basically shout out drawing a lot of attention to myself.

“When did she leave?” I ask not having a clue about whatever this little adventure she was going on.

“Her flight was pretty late, like 11 P.M. she left for the airport like two or three hours ago to beat traffic.” Sylvie says with a little more sympathy.

I check the time that read 10:34 P.M. Calculating that the airport is a 15 minute drive from here, I can make it.

“What was her gate number?” I ask a little more rushed.

“Uhh,” Sylvie checks her phone for the exact number, “25”

“Tell Herrmann I have to leave, i’ll make it up to him another time. Um, Thank you.” I tell Sylvie as I gather my coat and keys walking out from behind the bar.

“Goodluck.” Is all she says as I get to the door. And I leave without saying anything back.

“Your light is green, just go!” I yell at the car in front of me. Let’s just say when I’m stressed traffic is not my most favorite thing in the world. Aka why this 15 minute drive turned into a 20 minute drive.

The second I park I run into the airport sprinting to find her. Gate 25, Gate 25, Gate 25, is all I repeat to myself as I’m running around like a maniac.

Y/N’s POV:

I fidget with my nails as I sit looking out the large airport windows. I’m supposed to board in like 10 minutes. I don’t know why I thought this would be like the movies where Otis would come to the airport and try and stop me from leaving, but I guess that just proves how much we don’t belong together.

“Flight 756 to Salt Lake City, Utah from Chicago, Illinois you are now boarding.”

I get up at the announcement and make sure I have everything I need. Taking a deep breath I get in line.

Brian’s POV:

“Flight 756 to Salt Lake City, Utah from Chicago, Illinois you are now boarding.”

I hear the announcement as I’m at gate 7, i’m not going to make it. I continue running through the airport just so I can get there in time. I don’t care if I have to yell that I love her in front of hundreds of strangers or off the top of a rooftop, she will know.

Only If I can make it in time.

Gate 21

Gate 22

Gate 23

Almost there. I continue running with everything I have in me, I need to see her. Oh shit I think I do see her. I see her hair, and her clothes, and how perfect she is even when she’s about to leave me. But before I’m able to fully reach her flight is when another flight has landed releasing at least 75 people in my way.

I look down to check my watch. 10:57, and the line is getting shorter. Fuck. Shoving my way through tens of people at a time I finally reach her gate.

And when I do, the flight attendant is closing the door. No one is here. I drop to my knees giving into the overwhelming feeling to cry. I sob actually. I’ve never felt so broken. 2 months without the love of my life. She’s probably going to come back engaged to a guy from Utah to invite us to her wedding then leave again.

She’s probably going to forget about me. I don’t even know why I bothered, there’s no way she would love someone like me.

After maybe 20 minutes I wipe my eyes not knowing what to do next. Do I buy my own ticket and follow her or do I wait for her to come back? Fuck.

“Brian?”

I hear my name coming from the most beautiful voice that has ever spoken. I immediately look up and there she is. Right in front of me.

Y/N’s POV:

Our flight ended up being delayed due to weather and we got let off the plane. Coming back to the spot I was at before we were basically tricked, I see Brian. Brian on his knees crying. Sobbing actually. The sight makes my knees weak and my lip wobble. I don’t want to make him cry. I didn’t even know he knew I was leaving. He really just didn’t get here in time.

I walk up to him and say his name but my voice cracks because I’m on the verge of tears now also. He looks up immediately. His face lights up as he sees me like it’s too good to be true.

Getting up he pulls me into one of the biggest hugs we’ve ever shared. It’s amazing. Feeling him wrapped around me is something I never want to end.

He pulls back and cups my face with both hands. He’s looking at me like it’s the first time he’s really seen me. Now this does make me cry.

“It’s really you?” He asks sniffling a little bit causing me to chuckle.

“Yes.” I say almost silently.

Taking a deep breath he kisses me on my forehead and lets go of my completely.

The wet kiss is something I still feel even with the empty space between us. The space that neither of us want between us.

“Y/N, I don’t want you to leave.” Is all he says. I give him a little time to add on and when he doesn’t I scoff.

“You came all this way to tell me you don’t want me to leave and that’s all you have to say?” I ask in disbelief.

He stands there in shock because we’ve never had a fight. We’ve never really argued for that matter. Our strong suit is really just in flirting if that makes sense.

I roll my eyes and turn around for a second before I walk back up to him.

“I love you, you know?” I’m so fucking in love you with you it hurts! Leaving you before the sun rises hurts! I can’t do this anymore Brian! I can’t just have you at night then act like I don’t know you exist during the day! We won’t work. This doesn’t work.” I say and his expression changes maybe 10 different times.

I take a deep breath before I say what pains me the most to admit. “I love you but I can’t do this, just go home.”

Fully expecting him to leave without saying a word I turn around and walk off. I’m done.

“Y/N wait!” He finally says running back up to me.

I wait for him to continue talking and when he doesn’t I turn back around. Finally him spinning me and keeping my in place by holding my shoulders he starts talking again.

“Listen to me please. 5 minutes.”

I wait a few seconds before agreeing.

“No. No I won’t go home. I came here knowing exactly what I was going to say, but seeing you leave once broke me. I sat on the floor and sobbed. I’m not going through that again, seeing you come back is truly just a second chance that I won’t pass up. I love you Y/N. I love the nights we have, and I hate the mornings we don’t. I crave you every single day feeling lost without you on my mind. Your smile is my saving grace and your humor is my kryptonite. I want to love you for the rest of my life, I know I will love you for the rest of my life. Please, I’m begging right now. Please stay Y/N. Stay for me. Stay for the future we could have together, stay for-“

I finally cut him off with a kiss. A deep and hopefully never ending kiss. Our lips move in sync, and our bodies feel like magnets that’s shouldn’t be without one another. He’s mine and I’m his. I break the kiss coming back up for air and I admire the way he looks at me. God I love him.

“You’re mine you know that right?” I ask and he nods chuckling.

“I’m in this for the long haul, so no stupid fights where we leave one another after not talking it out, and no not communicating how we feel ever. This is forever.” I say making dead eye contact with him and he nods rapidly.

“So will you stay?” He finally asks.

“I would never leave you.” I say resting my forehead on his.

After I did that, an eruption of applause fills up the room and we look at each other. We were too busy confessing our love for us to realize we just shouted all of that in front of a whole airport. But I wouldn’t want it any other way.

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[atths--twice]

Malodourous

What happened at the end of War of the Coprophages?

Fictober day 12

Prompt: Honestly, why would I care?

Hope you enjoy!

This one is for Sue. 💓

“You know, I never thought I’d say this to you, Scully… but you smell bad,” Mulder said, smirking slightly as he walked past her, bringing the umbrella with him.

“Hey,” she called after him and he turned around, a small smile on his face.

“Yes?” he asked, waiting for her to catch up to him before they began walking again. 

“It’s not as if you smell like a bed of roses. In case you’d forgotten, we’re both covered in…” 

“Shit,” he said, grimacing as he shook his head. “Do you think that could’ve been something I forgot?” 

“Just stating the obvious considering your statement. People in glass houses…” she said, raising her eyebrows. 

“Need to invest in curtains,” he replied and for a second she stared at him in confusion. Then she laughed and shook her head. “You know, because they can be seen by everyone? Especially if they’re naked?” 

“Yeah, I got it,” she said, laughing again and he nodded with a smile. “Where are we going?” 

“Well, considering that our cars are trapped by fire trucks and police vehicles, and I would very much like to not smell like I rolled in a pile of horse shit, I was going to see if we could hitch a ride back to my motel.” 

“Oh. Good plan.” She stopped walking and turned back to look toward her car. “Let me grab my bag.” 

“Here,” he said, handing her the umbrella. “You do that and I’ll secure us a ride. Or, if I can't, I suppose we’re walking back to the motel.” 

“God, I hope not.” 

She hurried to the car and opened the trunk, globs of manure falling off as she did. 

“Revolting,” she murmured, taking her bag out and closing the trunk again. 

“Ma’am,” a firefighter said, walking over to her. “You won’t be able to get your car out for a while yet.” 

“I know. I just needed to get my bag so I can shower and change, because…” She gestured to herself and she saw his nose wrinkle in disgust. “Yeah. Imagine that being on you.” 

“You… yes, ma’am,” he said, nodding at her and walking away. 

“That’s what I thought,” she said under her breath. 

She zigzagged through the firefighters and police officers, making her way back to Mulder. 

“Hey,” he said as she handed the umbrella back to him and they stood beside each other. “The fire chief has graciously offered to take us back to the motel.” 

“That’s good.”

“It is,” he said, looking at her and she frowned. 

“Is there something else I should know?” 

“We have to ride in the back of the pickup. He doesn’t want the smell getting into his truck. So, if you don’t mind…” He shrugged and she did the same. 

“Look at the state of me. Of you. Honestly, why would I care? At the moment, I think it’s probably the best place for us.” 

“You do smell bad, as I previously stated. I think it’s a wise decision.” 

“Fuck off,” she said, flipping him off. He laughed as she shook her head. 

“You folks ready?” the chief asked and they both nodded, following him to his truck. 

Mulder climbed in first, offering Scully a hand as she climbed up. The chief took her bag and put it in the cab with him. 

“The rain is likely to pick up while we’re driving. Wouldn’t want your clean clothes to get wet.” 

“How kind of him to worry about that,” Scully said, sitting down and leaning against the front of the bed. “Yet, he’s fine with us getting rained on while we’re driving.” 

“Free coat wash,” Mulder said, sitting beside her and closing the umbrella, knowing it would not work well while they were driving. 

“Only thing worse than the smell I’m experiencing now, is the smell it will have when it gets wet.” 

“Hmm,” he said, resting his head back and closing his eyes. 

By the time they got back to the motel, they were both wet, the rain beginning to fall harder as they scrambled out of the truck. 

“Thanks for the lift,” Mulder said, taking Scully’s bag from him and ushering her inside the motel. 

They walked past the front desk clerk who gave them a confused look, but said nothing. 

“Here,” he said, taking out his key and opening the door. “Go take a shower.” He put her bag in the bathroom and walked out. “I’ll go see if they have any trash bags for these clothes.” 

“Okay. I’ll try to be quick.” 

She closed and locked the bathroom, turned on the shower to warm the water, stripped off all of her clothes and left them beside the sink in a heaping pile. 

Washing twice, she stepped out of the shower feeling like a new person. As she dried off and dressed, she wondered how Bambi and Doctor Ivanov were getting along. 

“Scully?” Mulder said, knocking on the door. 

“Almost finished. Nearly yours,” she said. 

“That’s good, but I was just going to say that I got some trash bags.” 

“Okay great.” 

She ran a brush through her hair, hung up her towel, grabbed her bag and opened the door. 

“If you take this, I’ll take a trash bag,” she said, holding out her bag, but he shook his head. 

“I’m still dirty and smelly. You’re clean and you smell good. I can bag them up for you.” 

“You don’t have to-”

“I know,” he said, smiling as he walked into the bathroom with two trash bags and closed the door. 

She sighed, looking around the nondescript motel room, the morning light pouring in. 

“Hmm,” she hummed, suddenly feeling very tired, the night catching up to her. 

She turned on the television and adjusted the bed covers. Sitting down, she leaned against the headboard, as she heard the shower begin running. 

She woke to Mulder, pulling the comforter over her, the room slightly darker as the curtains were closed. 

“Oh! Hey,” she said, attempting to sit up, but he stopped her. 

“I just talked to the sheriff and the cars are still on site.” 

“Mmm,” she moaned, closing her eyes and pressing further into the pillow. 

When did I lay down? she thought with a frown. 

Oh, who cares? came another thought and she nodded as she exhaled. 

“He also said, the fire station agreed to wash them for us, so he will have them towed over there.” 

“No one wants to get inside?” she asked and she heard him chuckle as he moved around the room. 

“I’d say we’ve got some time. You want to get some food?” 

“I want to sleep. Someone kept calling me when I attempted to do so at the time most people dedicate to sleeping.” 

“He sounds like an ass,” he said and she smiled. 

“He can be at times. Especially when he hangs up on you, leaving you wondering if he’s still alive.” 

“Yeah, sounds kinda douchey.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, not saying anything further and he chuckled softly. 

The bed suddenly shifted and she opened her eyes in surprise. 

“What are you doing?” she asked, turning her head and seeing him lying on the bed. 

“Well, as you mentioned, you didn’t get much sleep last night. The same thing happened to me, oddly enough. Seeing you sleeping here when I got out of the shower, it dawned on me that I am also quite tired.” 

“Hmm,” she hummed, turning her head back and closing her eyes. 

“We have some time for a quick nap,” he said tiredly and she yawned, burrowing further into the comforter and nodding. 

The ringing of a phone woke her, something heavy holding her in place when she attempted to get up and answer it. 

“Mmm,” Mulder moaned close to her ear, his arm around her tightening its hold. “Not yet.” 

“Mulder,” she said, nudging him until he woke up, and moved his arm off of her midsection. 

“Sorry,” he said, his voice sleepy and low. 

“Your phone was ringing. Maybe it was the sheriff.” 

“Maybe,” he said in the same tone, not rising from the bed. 

“Mulder. Get up.” 

He grumbled as he got up, picking up his phone and calling the sheriff back while Scully stayed wrapped in the warm blankets. 

Thirty minutes later, the sheriff picked them up in front of the motel room and then dropped them at the fire station, chuckling under his breath every so often. 

“At least you both smell better today,” he teased. 

The outsides of the cars were clean, though the inside still smelled and would need a thorough deep clean once they were returned to the rental agency. 

“This will be an interesting one to expense,” Scully said as they walked from the rental desk and into the airport. “I don’t think there’s space for- a building full of manure exploded onto my rental car.” 

“Or we don’t say anything. And Skinner will never know.” 

“But my credit card will,” she said, bumping her shoulder into him. 

“Hmm… well,” he said, opening the door for her. “Then let me treat you to breakfast. It’s the least I can do.” 

“The very least,” she muttered and he laughed, nodding as she walked past him. 

She shook her head in reply as she thought about everything that had happened in the past twenty four hours. 

Yeah, buying her breakfast was the least he could do.  

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