#ITS STARTIN OH BOY

[ask-dametagala]

Now that you have eaten soemthing ither than that soup, is it still you're favriote?

"Who...?!"

He swore he heard a voice in his head...

#ITS STARTIN OH BOY #Dark Meta Knight #my art #digital drawing #comic #Kirby nintendo #ask #Reunion arc

[grugruel]

Save a Horse

Pairings: cowboy!bucky x f!reader

NSFW/MDNI

Masterlist

Summary: Its girls night out, but when you see a handsome cowboy, you have no other option than to take him for a ride.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: fluff, Pet names (girl, ma'am, doll, sugar (once), darling), slight praise, body worship, cowgirl, pinv sex, southern Bucky, cockwarming, creampie, sundress kink.

AN: I lied, I was so excited to write cowboy!bucky so I posted it first.

The sounds of heels hitting pavement surrounded me as I held the door to the bar open, letting my girls pass me. We were out for our typical ladies night.

We sound like a gaggle of hens as we enter, giggling and gossiping as were already a bit drunk from dinner. The sound of music and crowded voices fill the gloomy, yet cozy lit bar.

Our group steps up to the counter, placing our orders when one of the girls nudges me, 'Honey, be descreet ok? That stud over there.' She says quietly, nodding her head to the right of us, 'Hes totally checking you out.'

I furrow my brows, doubting her words and all girls turn their heads at the same time, checking out this supposed stud.

And boy, was she right.

Sat by his lonesome, brooding and hunched over his drink, his gaze was observing me from under his hat. When he notices us all staring he chuckles and smirks, nodding to the empty seat next to him. The girls whisper to me in various terms of encouragement and surprise like 'Holy shit!' And 'Go get him, girl.'

I shake my head and laugh, mouthing "Later" to him. 'Lets just get a table.' I tell the girls with a bright smile.

The night goes on, but unable to keep my eyes to myself. They drift toward the handsome cowboy by the bar and more often than not, I find him already looking.

'Girl, if you dont want him, we'll take him.' They say, all agreeing with the statement.

I look at them with round eyes 'Oh my god, fine.' I snicker.

'Hurry!' They shout as I stand up.

'Im going, im going!' I assure them, and make my way to the bar. I look behind me, to find the girls giving me thumbs up and waving their hands in shooing motions.

I hear a low whistle coming from the pool table nearby, and turn to see a man looking at me up and down. Staring at my bare legs and slightly seathrough dress, it was the middle of summer after all.

I wink at him in good spirits as I turn back and saunter toward the bar, sidling up to the handsome cowboy. He observes his whiskey glas and says 'I was startin' to think you'd never come.' A charming smile on his lips.

I sat down, 'You doubtin' your abilities?'

He shook his head and met my eyes, 'No, ma'am. I just dont like being presumtious.'

'Confident, not boastful. I like that.' I told him truthfully.

'I was hopin' so.' He said, that charming smile making its way back to his lips, 'You seem to be a popular girl.' Eyeing the man who whistled at you.

I wave the bartender down, 'That bother you?' I ask, and give the bartender my order.

The cowboys eyes drift over my body, admiring what he sees. Nothing the way my leg is poking out of the slit in my sundress. 'No ma'am.' He jerks his head, then says under his breath, 'I can see why.' And smiles to himself.

'What was that?' I asked, the sound of a crowded bar dulling my hearing.

He points at the bartender, 'Told him to put it on my tab.' He lazily excuses. The bartenders nods hesitantly, looking at me for confirmation.

I hummed in agreeing, a smile tugging on my lips, 'I can pay for myself y'know.'

'I never doubted.' He said with a genuine smile, 'Please, let me be a gentleman miss.'

I put my hads up, 'Well, alright.'

He tipped his hat to me in gratitude. I observed his features as he did the same, 'You never told me your name.' I tilted my head to the side, looking deeply into his eyes as if I could tell the name from the hue of blue alone.

'My real names James, but they call me Buck out here.' a gleam of mischief appearing in his eyes. Making me eager to know why, I already had a few guesses. 'And yours, miss. . .?'

I shook my head, looking at him through my lashes in challenge 'Now, that. . . You'll have to earn.'

He nodded and pursed his lips, my answer seemed to humour him, 'Thats a challenge im willin' to accept.' He told me.

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, sipping our drinks. The tension hung in the air around us, and so did the origin of his name, acuriosity eventually got the better of me.

'So, why do they call you Buck anyway. If I may ask that is.'

He laid one arm on the bar, holding his glass and leaning against it for support 'You may guess, I'll tell you if its right. Scouts honor..' He answered, his voice cheeky.

I rolled my eyes, but a smile threatened my lips, 'S'pouse thats fair.' I studied him, his clothes were well worn, nicely fitted but roughed up and dirty. 'Farmer maybe-' I began and he was about to cut in, to answer for me, but I stopped him, 'Hold on, thats not my final guess.'

I reached for his hands, opening them to look at their state. Big and calloused, 'Hard worker, it seems. Your hands are at the very least.' I pointed out and met his eyes, looking at him through my lashes.

'Thats a promise darlin'.' He said earnestly, but with a hint mischief in his tone. And supposedly nothing ulterior behind his words. I took his chin between my fingers, moving his head so I could get a good look at his face. A few scrapes, same with his hat.

'Can I look at your hat?' I asked, and he obliged, taking it off of him.

He leaned forward, his eyes ruefull 'You can try it on if you want.' He said in a low voice, ment for my ears only.

'Is that right?' I teased, pleased expression on on face.

'I think it'd suit you.' He told me, shrugging.

'Could you roll your sleeves up for me?' I asked him, ignoring the latter. Nothing ulteiror behind my words either, supposedly.

But man, as he rolled them up and I saw those strong veiny arms? Something definitley set aflame inside me. But I also noticed a big bruise under his forearm, leading up to his elbow, as if he'd fallen on it.

'It wouldnt be my first time wearin' a cowboys hat, boy. Not my first rodeo either.' I said. A smile spreading across his face as he nodded, approvingly. 'Speaking of, you do rodeo dont you?'

'Yes, ma'am.' He said, impressed by my deduction.

'You strong in the saddle, that why they call you Buck?'

'I stay on, most of the time.' He admitted.

I hummed, 'Theres something more to it though, isnt there?' I asked, and he nodded. 'You got a reputiation for bucking cowgirls out of the saddle?' I joked.

He laughs, but doesnt deny it.

The bartender cuts in, 'Indeed, he does.' And winks at me, I return a flattered smile. He leans toward me, resning his forearms on the counter 'Next drink 's on the house, little lady.' He whispered, a flirtatious smile on his lips.

'Why, thank you.' I said politley, ignoring the bad flirting.

The cowboy looked between the two of you, chuckled, then settled his gaze on the bartender.

'Careful there Chief, I already had my eyes on this one.' He said and nodded his head in my direction.

The bartender, whos aparent name is Chief, smiled at Buck, 'Yeah well, you cant have em' all.' Chief said in a gruff voice and gave me a quick look, smiling confidently. When he looked back, the cowboy had raised his eyebrows in question, wordlessly comunicating something along the lines of "You sure you wanna do this?"

The bartender licked his lips, thoughts of regret circling his head.

'Boys, boys. . .' I tried, a bad attempt at calming them.

The bartender closed the distance between him and Buck in long pompous strides, leaning over the bar slowly, settled his head next to him in a calm and collected motion, then kept his voice low but hasty 'C'mon Buck, you can get any girl you want. Let me have this one, please.' He begged, his voice betraying him as its high-pitched nature shone through.

His bad attempt at a whisper made me giggle, and earned me a smirk from Buck.

'I believe that fine lady over there can hear just fine, bud.' He whispered back, making the bartender look at me in horror. Quickly rebuilding the facade of confidence over his face and the flirtatious smile to go with it. However, nervousity was making it crack. 'Besides.' Buck continued, 'Nothing says she'll chose either of us.'

I looked between the men, it was an obvious choice. 'Reputation or not, I'll accept that challenge.'

He met my eyes with a grin, grabbing the top of his hat and placed it on my head. He pulled my hair back from my face and laid it behind my shoulder so he could see my face better. I could hear chearing from our left, we both looked and saw the girls whooping and clapping.

The bartender backed off in defeat, but a smile clad his face.

'So you were a scout?' I teased, a humored expression on my face.

'Yes, ma'am.' He nodded, forgetting he didnt have his hat to tip. So I did it for him.

I laid my hand on the nape of his neck, burrying my hand in his hair, 'So, how about it cowboy. Wanna take me for a ride?'

He smiled and bit his lip, 'I thought you'd never ask.'

He took my hand and led me to his car in a hurry, we ran through the dim, rainy night and next thing I know im sitting on top of him in the backseat of his truck.

I kiss him fiercly, eager to taste him. Hes trying to slow me down, but im aching for more him. 'Girl.' He says, trying to grab my attention as I kiss his jaw. And when I dont stop, he cups my face and pushes me backward so that he can get a look at me, 'Slow down.' He whispers, stroking a strand of hair behind my ear as he studies my face. 'Theres no hurry. I want all of ya', not a second.' He says and smiles.

I wasnt used to this, I had one-night stands before for sure. But they we're always in a hurry, using me for my body and nothing else. Bucks comment made me blush, suddenly shy. I had to turn my face the other way as I realised that he was actually paying attention to me, and not just chasing his own pleasures. 'Sorry.' I said under my breath.

'No need to apologize girl.' He assured, hand reaching for my chin. Gently taking it between his fingers and turning my head to face him.

'Youre a real gentleman, arent you?' My smile was faint, as I thought about previous encounters. Memories making me appreciate his soft touch.

'I try.' He grins, not in an egotistical way, but rather proudly. 'Thats how I was raised.' He nodded, stroking a line over my lips with his thumb, 'Just, beautiful. . .' He mumbles, as his eyes follow his thumb, observing the movement of my lips.

'They did one hell of a job.' I say, kissing his cheek.

'They'd appreciate that, I was one hell of a gangster growing up.' He chuckled as his hands fell to my shoulders, and continued sliding down my arms, taking both straps of my dress with him.

'A gangster with manners, who treat women right.' I pointed out, a sigh leaving me as his touch aling with the cool air prickled my skin.

'Well.' He paused, his eyes flickering over my exposed skin as he squeezed his way down my arm in massaging motions. 'I would be nothing without the women in my life.' He says, kissing my shoulder 'Men would be nothing without women, to put it simply.'

His words caused me to bite my lip, a pulse settling deep in my uterus. I lean into him, unbuttoning his shirt and slide my hands underneath. Feeling his warm skin and strong muscles under my fingertips. His shirt catches on my wrists and I slide it off of his shoulders, then drape my arms around him and nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck. 'Just when I thought you couldnt turn me on more.' I whisper and kiss him gently.

He grunts appreciatively, 'Oh how you'll take those words back when youre screamin' my name sugar.' He says and kisses his way along my neck. Stirring the butterflies in my stumache.

I kiss along his jaw as his lips reach my cheekbone and eventually we meet lip to lip, ghosting eachother as he leans his forehead against mine. 'You're perfect doll.' He says under his breath, his air alone tasting divine. I blush and close the final distance between us, kissing his lips.

Heat builds within us as our movements grow hungry. His hands roam my body, rubbing my thighs and grabbing my waist. 'Can I look at ya'?' He asks, desperation in his voice. Whimpering almost, but not quite.

'Mhmm.' I hum, and slide the straps down my arms. The dress falls down my torso and bunches at my hips. A sharp intake of breath comes from him as his eyes study me, the curve of my breasts, waist, and everything else. This time, however, I dont turn shy. Because I know that there is nothing but admiration behind his gaze, his eyes basically turning heart-shaped.

'May I?' He looks at me, pleading, begging.

'Yes, please.' I Whimper.

And in the flash of a second, hes on me. Hunching down to take my breasts into his mouth, hungerly sucking. I moan, my breaths heavy as the smacking and slurping sound of his mouth on my flesh symphonises. The windows begin fogging up, clouding the view of the parking lot, hiding our identities but showing our intentions.

His hands slide over my thighs and under my dress, toying with the hem of my panties. Pulling on them and then letting go, making them snap back and sting my skin. I yelp from the sudden sensation, he let's out a muffled laugh against my skin. I bite my lip and burry my hands in his hair to gently pull at my pleasure.

His hands move under my panties, holding my hips in place. I grind down on his lap and immidietly, my core touches his erection. We both freeze, he let's go of my breasts and pull back to look at me. Our eyes meet, gazes flickering between eachothers eyes in silent communication. Eventually, we both agree.

Under the sound of rain hitting the truck, we clash together in a feverish kiss as I unbuckle his belt and zipp down his jeans, he rips my panties apart and pulls his member out. Our movements are hasty and filled with want, needing the other so incredibly bad. I sit up as Buck lines himself up with my entrance, we lock eyes and I slide down onto him, his size filling me perfectly.

We gasp in unisome as the sensation sinks in, smiles chasing our lips.

I start moving and he grips my hips to help my movements. Soon, we have set a needy rhythm, both chasing our highs. He leans back to take in the sight, my breasts bouncing along with the rest of my body. I move my hands to take his hat off, but he shakes his head. 'That hat shows your mine, girl.' He says between the smacking of our skin, luring a smile onto my lips, 'And Id like to keep it that way.' Panting, a grin spreading over his face.

My knees grow weak as pressure builds within me and my movements grow irregular, a whimper manifesting in my throat. Buck circles his arms around me, pulling me close to him and suspends me above his lap as he begins thrusting into me roughly. 'I got ya', such a good girl.' He whispers, doing the all the work for me.

My stumache flitters from his words, 'Fuck.' I moan, 'Just like that, Buck.' My breathing becomes ragged as his strong arms hold me.

I rest my head on his shoulder, his thrusts rocking my body entire body. My gaze drifts to the condensation on the windows, observing how the water droplets bunch and grow bigger as they slide down the glas. My vision blurring, 'Im close, Buck.' I whisper, 'Fuck me.'

He lets out a breathy chuckle, 'Thats what I've been doin'.' I adjust my hips, so that I can grind my clit against his abdomen. I shut my eyes hard as I'm tipping over the edge.

'Let me hear you doll.' He moans.

I moan a string of curses, screaming his name as I topple over the edge. He's thrusts falter and he grunts as his own orgasm arrives right after mine. He comes deep inside of me and let's up on his hold around me. He moves his hand to my back, gently massaging circles while the other stokes hair from my sweaty forhead. I slide down onto his lap, member still inside me as we exchange exhausted breaths.

Suddnely-

A knock sounds on one of the windows, startling me terribly. I yelp, 'Holy shit!' pushing myself closer to Bucks chest in an attempt to cover some of my naked body.

'Sorry!' The man said, 'Didnt mean to scare ya' lady.' hastily turning his face away, profile cloudy through the window. He cleared his throat and continued, 'It's getting rowdy in there Buck, I could really use some backup.' His voice reminding me of the bartender.

'Fuck. . .' Buck sighs, 'I'll be right there chief.' And the bartender leaves. Hastily, but not rushing, he helps me dress, pulling up my dress straps and reaching into the passenger seat for his worker-jacket to wrap around my shoulders.

I smile, 'Thank you.' And pull my arms through the sleeves, 'You really don't have though.'

His eyebrows furrow, 'Of course I do.' He says matter of factly, sounding very confused.

'But you'll need your jacket.' I protest.

He grins, 'So? You'll be returnin' it tomorrow.' He grabs my waist and lifts me off of him, the sound of his member sliding out of me making a sick suctioning sound and he tucks himself away.

I tilt my head in question, my turn to be confused. 'Tomorrow?' I ask, as he opens the truck door and steps out, holding his hand out for me to take and looking at me expectantly. I give him a slanted smile, his kindness making me feel undeserving, I forget his earlier statement. I slide my hand into his and shake my head, almost in disbelief. 'You're too kind.'

'I'm not, and you'll learn that you're worth it.' He says, meeting my eyes and shutting the door behind me. I blush, and look away. But he grabs my face and turns me to face him, he smiles and strokes my cheek with his thumb. 'I was hoping you'd stay over, I'll take my jacket tomorrow when it's warmer.'

Warmth spreads inside me, partly because of Bucks seed still in me. I clamp my walls shut to avoid it leaking out while I'm standing. 'I'd love to cowboy, but I gotta tell my friends, and use the bathroom. . .'

He raises an eyebrow in confusion, then it hits him, 'Oh right.' He chuckles, grabbig his hat to ruffle my hair with it. 'Yes ma'am, of course.' He says and kisses my temple, then laces his fingers together with mine and lead me back towards the bar.

'Hey.' He says, stopping in his tracks 'Have I earned your name yet?' He gently yanks me back, snaking his arms around me.

'I'd say so.' I chuckle, standing on my tiptoes and leaning closer, whispering my name into his ear. Then stand back.

Buck grins, 'Just as beautiful as the rest of ya' he says, and pulls me into a kiss.

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[watchtowerindistress]

for the love of ... bob? - jake seresin x reader (1/2)

Summary: Being Jake's (best) friend - sorry, Javy - proved to have its ups and downs but there was something about having him in your corner you couldn't resist. Jake and you just clicked on a deeper level. That's why you didn't get it when the Southern boy was acting so weird.-

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: Language, Jake being an idiot (what else is new?), Jealous! + Soft!Jake, fluff

Author’s note: Just something fun I wanted to write. I kinda hate myself for not writing for Bradley first, since I love the guy. You know, Jake's fics I love to read, yet I couldn't stand him while watching Maverick. Go figure.

I haven't watched the film enough to distinguish the traits of the characters, so I can't guarantee for accuracy for the side characters. I can only include a handful of people - that's why I don't have people like Reuben in there since their character traits aren't included in the fandom page.

Tagging: @mellowstatesmanhandsempath @ravenmoore14 @blackmagicwoman @silenthappyplace @mrsevans90 @dempy @yourgirlypop (blank blogs can't be tagged)

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“So, tell us all the details. Preferably, the humiliating kind,” Natasha asked with a curious air.

You smiled. “What about?”

“Hangman, of course.”

The Dagger Squad was the perfect company to be around, you decided. Jake, your childhood best friend, who you haven’t seen in years, offered The Hard Deck as the place for you to wait until he arrived. Video calls didn’t hold up to the real thing. Especially, with you two being very busy people and you finally getting out of New York to spend some quality time together.

“I need to get the embarrassing goods, at least before Hangman shows up. I mean, we have the perfect person to interrogate. In the rare instances, when he talks about something other than himself, Hangman keeps mentioning you,” she mused.

“Nat-” Bob interjected, who was sitting next to her in a booth while the rest of their squad were scattered in the bar.

Natasha turned her head. “Aren’t you a little bit curious about the depraved mind of Jake Seresin?”

“Not really.”

You snorted at their torn convictions when Mickey and Javy arrived at their table with bottles of beer.

“What did we miss?” Javy asked.

Natasha’s stubborn gaze didn’t stray from yours for many seconds. “I’m trying to crack Y/N.” Her eyes met Javy’s over her shoulder. “Tell Rooster he needs to stall him until I get to the good bits.”

You looked around speculatively. “Is this some sort of initiation or baptism by fire Jake should’ve warned me about?”

Javy offered a small reprieve. “Don’t mind her. She just wants to pick your brain. How long are you going to stay?”

“About a week. Enough time for Jake to show me around San Diego.”

Mickey took a gulp from his drink. “Good luck with that.”

Warm breath against your neck sent shivers down your spine when someone whispered into your ear, “Did I just hear my name?”

Your body jolted at hearing the unexpected voice. “Oh my God.” You turned and found a cheeky Jake standing behind you. “You little f- Don’t startle me like that!” Clambering out of the booth, you jumped into his arms, while giggling from the shock. “Hey, you,” you said, holding on tightly.

“Hey, yourself. Someone’s gotta keep you on your toes, darlin’.”

“You’re such a jerk,” you whispered into his neck.

Jake swayed you lightly. “You love when I’m a jerk.”

Leaning back, you pressed your fingers an inch apart. “Just a tad.” You hesitated. “Like about 10%.”

Jake rolled his eyes. “Oh please. Talk about 75%. It’s part of my charm,” he murmured, stroking your lower back.

“Is this what you tell everyone here?” You teased, pointing to his colleagues behind you.

Javy’s scoff was joined by the others.

You looked back to see their reactions. “You know, I’m starting to really like your group of friends.” While turning back, you narrowed your eyes when you saw Jake glowering at the Dagger Squad before his expression turned into an innocent one.

“I’m starting to question your taste in people,” he said.

Someone snickered next to him. “That’s funny, … Hangman.”

Realizing that another person joined their company, you turned towards the man who looked vaguely familiar from the pictures Jake had sent you. Not to mention, you remembered Natasha’s remark from earlier that Jake would show up with someone else.

“Rooster, right?” You stepped away from Jake’s embrace and shook Bradley’s hand in greeting. Jake merely sighed and crossed his arms.

“Bradley’s fine.” He faced the rest of the group. “By the way, am I the only one that felt really awkward just standing here, watching those two?”

Mumbles echoed all around. “No, you’re not.” Still slightly by the display of the too-long-hug.

A sigh left Jake, who placed an arm around your shoulder. “Don’t listen to the others. And the words of the chicken shouldn’t be trusted. I hope those knuckleheads treated you right.”

You shrugged. “It was fun. I was this close to reveal your darkest secrets for a slice of a good ol’ fashioned apple pie made by … Phoenix, was it?”

“There’ll be no revealing. And no pie,” Jake interjected before pointing at Natasha. “You’ve already been in the company of Phoenix and the goon squad for less than an hour and Nat already found out your weakness for sweets,” he whispered against your neck. “At least you didn’t have to be subjected to the likes of Rooster here.” A shiver coursed through his body. “I shudder at the thought of you having to listen to him at first. He’ll probably want to talk about his caterpillar of a moustache.”

A languid smirk drew on Bradley’s lips as he stroked his mentioned facial hair. “Very funny. You jealous?”

You tilted your head at their teasing. “You have some weird fixation on Bradley’s facial hair. Didn’t you talk on the phone about-”

Abruptly, Jake took you by the hand and dragged you to the bar counter. “Let’s get some food into you. Your blood sugar’s getting awfully low. Someone’s getting tired already.”

“You’re being such a grump, Jake.”

Jake leaned against the counter. “I’m not. I’m just making sure you’re getting some nachos into you, darlin’.”

“You need to be nicer. We both know you’re more of a sweetheart than this.”

He rolled his eyes. “I have a reputation to uphold. And don’t let yourself be bribed by the others.” Jake turned to Penny. “A basket of nachos for this one, Penny?” You rolled your eyes at seeing Jake point at the top of your head.

There was something about Penny’s playful glance that warmed you upon first meeting. The woman nudged her head at Jake. “Be careful with this one.”

With mischief in your eyes, you stole a glance at him. “I know. This one … has been trouble for as long as I can remember.”

“Hey!” Jake uttered in mock outrage before he did introductions. “Penny, that’s Y/N. She’s my friend,” he said, placing his hand on your back.

“And here I thought I was your best friend.”

Jake hushed any further confessions, whispering, “But don’t tell Javy.”

You turned to Penny with a smile. “See? He’s such a big softie.”

Penny smirked. “I’m starting to. Where are you from?”

“Moved around a lot as a kid. Dad’s an Air Force pilot.” You waved towards him. “We grew up together in Texas. But I live in New York.”

Penny’s eyes lit up at the mention. “I’ll get you some cheese dip.”

“Thanks.”

Jake watched Penny wander off with a speculative gaze. “Someone’s making friends quickly.”

“It’s okay. I’ll teach you my ways,” you said only half-teasingly and stroked Jake’s arm. Your hand lingered on his muscles. Wait, were they flexing? “Woah, what happened to your arm, dude?”

Jake’s voice turned concerned. “Why? What’s wrong?”

There was something akin to awe in your voice. “Your bicep feels like it’s going to rip through your shirt.”

His shoulders were shaking when he chuckled. There was something about Jake turning his head to hide his blushing cheeks that stunned you even to this day. “You’re such a smartass.”

“I’m serious. Someone’s really working out, huh?” You mumbled to yourself, “This could make a girl feel weak in the knees.”

“Okay, you need food,” Jake said with a resolute mindset, before calling over your shoulder, “Thanks, Penny.”

He pushed the basket towards your elbow. “Get some chips into you.” Jake just watched you munch on your crispy snack. “Speaking of food, you want to join me and the group to some Barbecue this weekend?”

You barely lifted your head. “Barbecue? Special occasion?”

“Rooster’s uncle Maverick is celebrating his birthday-”

“Woah, hold your horses, Jake.”

You raised your hands. Either to stop Jake from continuing or to restart your own brain. “Come again? Maverick?” Your hands hovered over your mouth, as you mumbled, “You’re inviting me to Maverick’s birthday barbecue party? I don’t feel prepared for this.”

Jake groaned. “Oh great, I forgot your dad is such a Maverick fanboy. Of course.” He closed his eyes in a mixture of misery and defeat.

“Jake,” you breathed in deeply and covered his shoulders with your hands, mindful of not dropping nacho dust on his shirt. “Jake,” you began again, “I’ve never told you this, but this is the first time when I realized how absolutely invaluable you are to me as a best friend.”

“I’m seriously regretting telling you this.”

You nibbled on your lip. “I think I scared Jake off with my … how do I say it … domineering admiration for Maverick. I’m getting the feeling he’s embarrassed of me. You have no idea how quickly he dashed the moment we arrived here.”

Natasha appeared nonchalant at your worries while she took a bite from her noodle salad on her paper plate. “Not possible. I’ve only met you yesterday and can affirm that man couldn’t be closer to you. Hangman was probably held up by something. Or he’s just elevating his testosterone level with Rooster again. You met the birthday kid already?”

“Nope.” At the mention, your hands tightened around the food container.

A soothing smile tugged on Natasha’s lips. “Deep breaths. You can’t miss him.” She pointed outside to the backyard. “He’s the guy at the grill, in the sunglasses and Hawaiian shirt. If he has a mustache, you’ve gone too far.”

“Got it.” You exhaled quietly and reminded yourself under your breath, “No mustache, Hawaiian shirt.”

“You’ll survive, don’t worry.” Natasha looked behind her. “Rooster, take her with you. She wants to meet the birthday man in question.”

“Sure.” Bradley stepped forward and offered his arm.

Your body acted on pure instinct.

“Holding my hand, alright, that’s fine.”

You only mouthed in gratitude, “Thank you.”

They walked a few steps onto the lawn when Bradley looked around. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

“Nat told me he was probably wrestling in the mud with you to assert his dominance.” You cleared your throat when you realized something. “And not my boyfriend.”

“Whatever you say. Just making sure where you two stand if he sees us standing together, holding hands.”

“Jake Seresin is not my dad,” you said absentmindedly when a dark-haired man caught your eye. Your throat felt dry. “Is that him?”

“As everyone keeps telling me.” Bradley approached the man standing behind the grill. “I found someone who wants to send their birthday wishes, Mav.”

Maverick revealed a crooked smirk. “Is that so?” You could feel his curious gaze through his sunglasses. “You’re a new face.”

“Um, yeah. I’m Jake’s friend.”

“Hangman has friends?”

“I know it’s a first for everybody,” you admitted. Knowing that Bradley and Jake were at least on speaking terms, and with Jake inviting you to Maverick’s barbecue party, you elaborated, “He needs some time to let people get close.”

Bradley gasped. “You don’t say.”

You focused on Maverick. “A few days ago, Jake invited me to your birthday. Hope that’s okay. I brought you peach cobbler as a present.”

At the mention, Bradley’s head whipped around. “Jesus, why didn’t you just go with that?”

Maverick moved his glasses until they laid atop his head and his eyes were uncovered. “You had me at cobbler.” He rubbed his hands against his jeans. “Bradley, you mind taking over the grill for a bit?”

“Fine. Get me a beer along the way?”

“Sure.” Maverick faced you again when he led you towards the table filled with food. “I didn’t catch your name?”

Just being in Maverick’s company felt surreal. You tried to restrain yourself from appearing too much like a crazy person.

“Um, Y/N … L/N. You’re Maverick?” Nervously, you stroked a curl of hair behind your ear. Even saying that name while standing right in front of him felt out of this world.

“Pete’s just fine.” His expression turned inquisitive. “Did Hangman tell you stories or did I miss something?”

You swallowed thickly. “My dad’s a big fan of yours. He’s a pilot in the Air Force. Told me stories ever since I was a kid. Your flight maneuvers have been legendary.”

He smiled at the devotion in your voice. “Still are.” You adored that playful glint in his eyes still shining through.

“Definitely. You probably get this all the time.”

“Want a beer?” After seeing you nod, he gave you a bottle. “Sometimes. Although, that kind of reverie I’m not used to.”

To calm your nerves, you downed some alcohol. “Really? Okay, I’ll try to control myself. However, Iceman’s skills were far-” Your eyes widened at your blabbing mouth before you covered it. “I’m sorry, too much liquid courage.”

Pete—even thinking that name felt strange—released guffaws of laughter at your gaffe. “Hey, it’s still my birthday!”

“I know, I’m sorry. Happy birthday, Ma-Pete.”

~ Jake POV ~

“Hey, Hangboy, I need to have a word with you,” Jake heard Natasha’s hard voice a few feet away from them as he hung out with the boys. Despite that, the concept of strength in numbers didn’t make him feel safe, judging by her vehemence.

He swallowed at the dark glare in Nat’s eyes. “Vernacular?”

Natasha didn’t appreciate the humor and crossed her arms, letting uncomfortable silence fester around them.

Jake pressed his lips together. “Bad timing?”

“Someone ever say you’re a bad friend?”

Without hesitation, he replied dryly, “You. Every morning when I show up to work.”

“I had to send Bradley in Y/N’s direction because she was nervous about meeting Maverick.”

He groaned at the thought, throwing his head back. “Oh, poor Y/N. Being forced onto the company of that dull-stache? Sounds horrible.” Jake checked his surroundings, hoping to pick them up.

There was something about Natasha’s innocent eyes, with murder in her eyes, that unsettled him deeply.

“You make me want to punch you in the gut. And you know I grew up with brothers. I know how to make it look like an accident.”

Jake dropped the drink he was holding on a nearby table. “I have a plan.”

Natasha tilted her head in fascination. “Wow, your brain can actually do that? Could’ve fooled me. What does that even look like?”

He drew nearer at the sound of her challenge. “It’s called giving each other space. Did I miss something or why are you so gung-ho when it comes to Y/N? Do we need to have a talk?”

“Five minutes in her company and I already know how she’s too good for you.”

Something bitter settled in his stomach at the mere mention. As if he didn’t already know. He smiled tensely. “Thanks for the reminder, Phoenix. Do I need to save her from Rooster?”

Natasha waved a hand. “Not to worry. Y/N is having fun with Bob.”

His mind went blank, trying to process her words. Jake pursed his lips, feeling confused. “Wait—w—why—what are you saying? Bob? Bob with the glasses? Or is there another Bob I should know?”

Natasha hummed, analyzing his reaction. She chose to unnerve him further by chuckling maniacally. “Cake stand. Have fun.” And with that she left.

Jake whipped his head around and narrowed his eyes. The food area instantly caught his eye. Y/N stood with Bob and was laughing uproariously. It felt X-Files-strange to watch that anomaly. Y/N arched her back and patted Bob’s shoulder, with a plate of cake slice in her hand.

Feeling perturbed by the macabre reality, Jake imagined Y/N being into Bob of all people. He frowned at that scenario, whispering, “Bob?”

~ Y/N POV ~

You held your stomach. Your cheeks were hurting from uncontrollable laughter, as you were trying to breathe. “Oh my God, Bob, that’s so-”

Jake inched closer with a small smile on his face. “What’s so funny?” He draped his arm over Y/N’s shoulder and reached for her dessert plate, either so she wouldn’t drop it or to have a taste himself. Without looking at him, you placed it into his hands.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself. “Why didn’t you tell me that Bob is so funny?”

Jake swallowed before coughing. “You learn something new every day. Still waters, huh?”

Bob smiled awkwardly.

Upon seeing his reaction, you spoke up, “I always hated that saying. Bob’s an absolute sweetheart.” To reinforce your point to him, you rubbed Bob’s shoulder.

Bob adjusted his glasses while blushing. “I try my best, ma’am.”

“Bob!” You chuckled in mock outrage, swatting lightly against his chest.

He nodded with a small smile. “Yes, Y/N, affirmative.”

“We’re getting to know each other. I just found out that Bob’s from Montana and his momma used to be a Grizzlies mascot. Personally, I’m more of a Saints girl, but to each their own.”

Jake groaned, with his mouth full. “I’m eating here,” he muttered indignantly. Jake swallowed his food. “What did I ever do to you? The last time we did this, we had the Cowboys/Saints-gate.”

You leaned your head back against Jake’s chest, patting his cheek consolingly. “He’s such a big baby.”

Bob pressed his lips together. “Uh, I think I hear my name. I need to say hello to Maverick real quick.”

You reached out with your arm. “Oh, do put your feelers out if the birthday guy is still fine with me after I was blabbing my mouth about g-loc and Iceman’s record stats.”

“He’s probably fine.”

“But still!” You called out against his back as he left.

It was turning out to be a quiet evening, you realized, rubbing your feet.

Jake stepped into the living room, drying his moist hair with a towel. He leaned his shoulder against the doorway, watching you. “Would you look at that.”

You were transfixed on the film playing on Jake’s TV while you snuggled deeper under the towel on the couch. “What’s up?”

Jake decided to join you on the couch and put your feet on his lap. He spread his legs comfortably. Unconsciously, warming your heels. “You know, feels like old times. You sitting on my couch, taking all the blankets.”

You covered your eyes, with a groan, and leaned your head back. “You make me sound like a mooch. I offered to go to a hotel.”

“Hey, that’s not what I meant.” Jake chuckled. You felt the warmth of his hand when he reached for yours. Before you could blink, Jake stared deeply into your eyes and interlaced your fingers together. With a smile, he whispered, “I missed this. Feels like old times.”

With blushing cheeks, you felt your skin tingling at sitting so close to him. It was moments like these that made you question the nature of your friendship. You swallowed at seeing Jake’s sage-green eyes sparkle. His soft smile was making it hard to breathe.

You whispered, “Me too.”

“You know what else I miss? And what I can’t stop thinking about?”

You swallowed thickly, licking your lips. Feeling uncertain by his thought process, you slowly asked, “Which is what?”

Jake inched closer. “How I used to do this.” He tilted his head, rubbing his wet hair into the crook of your neck.

“You jerk!” You giggled from his attack. It made him seem more like a dog than a human when he was content in brushing his wet hair against your skin.

He grumbled lowly, as his warm breath puffed against your skin. “But this feels really nice. I could stay like this forever,” he said with a hum.

Your phone emitted a notification sound. “You’re an idiot.” Slapping against his forehead to push him away, deep chuckles followed you while your focus switched to your phone.

“You hungry? I could whip up some chicken teriyaki for us? I think I got some sauce in the cabinet. I know how much you love your teriyaki.” He groaned while standing up.

Giggles left your mouth when you read the incoming messages.

Jake turned his head. “Your girlfriends miss you already?”

You bit your lip. “No, it’s Bob just being sweet.”

Blinking slowly, Jake tried to process the words you just uttered. He cleared his throat. Jake’s voice turned slightly high-pitched. “Come again?” He coughed, placing his hands on his waist. “Are we talking about the same Bob? Bob Bob?”

You hummed in agreement without looking up.

He mumbled, “Didn’t know you guys already exchanged numbers. That’s quick, … right?”

With a curious gaze, you looked up. “What do you mean?”

Jake paused. “What do you mean?” He licked his lips, backtracking a bit. “With, you know, Bob … being a total sweetheart.”

You smiled fondly at the memory of the barbecue. “Well, he is. I really loved talking to him.”

With grumbling breaths, Jake puffed his chest. “Really?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Yep, it was fun.”

“As you keep mentioning,” Jake murmured.

“I did some thinking,” you spoke, “and I was wondering, how would you feel about doing karaoke night with your squad?”

At first, Jake had a look of appreciation which took a turn to disappointment. “But karaoke night is our thing,” he said, pointing between them.

“I know, but this could be like a bonding thing. You’d get to know them, I’d get to know them and we could have fun together. Win-win!”

He sighed deeply, letting his shoulders drop. “You’re far too invested in this.”

“I don’t want them to remember me as the friend who didn’t want to bother with them.”

Jake’s voice turned into a soothing murmur. “They wouldn’t dare think that.”

With a whisper, you enunciated, “Not if we do karaoke night. It’s going to be fun, I promise.”

#watchtowerindistress #steph writes #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x y/n #for the love of bob #jake seresin x fem!reader #jake seresin fic #jake seresin fanfiction #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick fic #hangman x reader

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Womanizer ft. Geto

womanizer!Geto is very much aware of how fine he is. Struts through the school with his head and nose way to fuckin high in the air. You think the hungry way the girls look at him might actually feed his energy, he seems to literally level up from it and its absolutely ridiculous. But don't think he doesn't notice how your burning gaze rake over him before you pretend it has no effect on you.

womanizer!Geto even though he's hella cocky, still has a soft heart; just doesn't want anyone to about it. Whether it's of monetary value or not, he'll help any way he can. Suguru might be sex on a stick and confident as fuck but he isn't heartless. Only Saturo knows this side of him.. Till one night when he tried to play match maker and end up spilling the beans to you.

womanizer!Geto isn't just a pretty face, so doesn't like his girls brainless. Unless its cause of his cock ofcourse. He doesn't keep em long but expects to get a bit familiar before he tries to hit. Doesn't think anyone not pursuing a higher knowledge is really worth his time. Interesting lil fact: of all the years Suguru's known you, he swiftly peeps how intelligent you are and always been.

womanizer!Geto obviously loves attention from the ladies. Like waaay too much. Turns you off matter fact. And he notices. Which is weird. Cause he usually only notices when women throw themselves at his feet. "Goin to Geto's party inna few weeks? Come on, hang with us? Could use another pretty face there." Suguru over hears Satoru ask you after class. "Hmmm.. Maybe. Though I think you two horny sluts have enough eye candy on the menu." You answer with a eye roll. "Me? We? Sluts?" He feigns ignorance as you shake your head laughing. Meanwhile, Suguru wonders when in the world has he ever thought bein called a slut was arousing cause.. His dicks startin to chub.

womanizer!Geto isnt really into easy women. Most of the cute lil thangs from school put out just watchin that talented tongue swipe across his bottom lip. Knows he doesn't have to do much work and sometimes that puts him off. He doesn't even like to talk with a woman if he doesn't think he's gonna hit but nothin gets his dick softer than a girl that open her legs to him before she even knows his name. Funny though.. Suguru notices you don't date. At all. Kinda wonders what it would take to get a chance with your pretty ass. So he asks you one day while you guys practice sparring. "Y/n, how long have we known each other?" Straightening from your fighting stance, absolutely befuddled as you answer. "Bout 5+ years, as you already know. Why?" Suguru steps closer, trailing his index finger down your cheek. "Cause I wanna know why in the 5 years that you've known me, you've never given me a chance." You tsk at him. Is he serious? "Boy, ya dick been in every one under the sun." You're response throws him off, makes him chuckle as he thinks about your words. You ain't lyin. He uses protection though.

womanizer!Geto has always had a high sex drive. Except lately. He just doesn't know why he can't get it up when he's not thinkin about you. Hasn't been interested in any of his usual conquests lately. To add to the madness, jerking offs become a pain in the ass if he doesnt let you swim into his thoughts. So he sulks and pouts about it in class one day- till he sees heading to your seat. Suguru's dark eyes are glued to how your tits slightly jiggle in your robe as you walk. Man, would bet every single penny he had that you're fuckin gorgeous everywhere. "Hi, y/n" "Hey, Sugu! Wassup?" Oh shit.. No, no, no, no.. Cute way you say his name, moist pretty plump lips, and that fuckin body.. His dick. His dick is definitely what's up right now.

womanizer!Geto usually has a harem of cute girls following him around like puppies. Not the night of his party, he trails after you like one instead. "Come on y/n, just gimme a chance." He a bit tipsy so you continuously evade him. You're soakin wet from dodging Suguru's advances, his nasty words and exploring fingers. So you head into the kitchen to poor yourself a drink and gets some space. Unfortunately for you he meets you there and you groan at his persistence. "Geto, quit it. You're just horny. And there's plenty of fuck toys round here for you to play with. So beat it." You grumble. Suguru whines at your rejection, cornering you as you try to side step him. "Don't like when you're mean to me. Or when you call me that." He lies through his teeth. Only one of those two sentences are true. "Fine, Sugu. Happy? Now go find one of your playthings. Fuckin manwhore." Okay now hes perplexed, your mean words having the same effect when you called him a slut. Suguru thinks you should know since it's your fault. He pins you to the counter, pressing his hard dick into you. You gasp, fingers gripping into the sides of his shirt, havin to fight not to let your eyes flutter shut at his bulge pressuring your tingly clit. "Can't, y/n. Dick never gets hard for them anymore. Have fucked in weeks. Can't even cum without you on my mind. Help me out, baby pleeaase." You've never seen him so desperate, pawing at your backside as he sticks his face in your neck. Won't stop dry humping and licking you as he inhales your scent. "Sugu-" He cuts you off, pleas wearing you down real quick. "Promise I can make you feels so good. Know how to make that lil kitty purr, baby. Lemme show you?" You're eyes trail off over his shoulder as you think about it. Fuck, why not? He's the most wanted attraction in town, how could not get a ride too? You accidently catch Saturo's gaze. Grin wide when he does a peace sign, sticking his tongue between the two fingers and wiggling it. He points at Suguru and gives you a thumbs up, signalling how good his BFF's pussy eating skills are. Shit, that seals the deal; you def need a demonstration. "Fine, Sugu." You feign irritation, pushin him back and pullin him towards his bedroom. "Better not disappoint me. Not gonna get another chance, playboy." Promises of your pleasure spill from Suguru's lips as you drag him by his t-shirt, him secretly hoping you'll continue your lil mean act while riding his cock.

#black reader #black fanfiction #black writer #all readers #all welcome #all women are beautiful #smut #jjk smut #geto x reader #geto x y/n #geto x you #getou suguru x reader #geto x black reader #geto x black y/n #getou suguru x you #getou x reader #getou suguru x y/n #suguru x black reader #suguru x reader #suguru x you #suguru x y/n #suguru geto x black!reader #dirty talk #suggestive

[spideycatt]

What’s the origin for the nickname “moss”?😭

Cat and Mouse Part 2 || 42!MM x R

Synopsis:

The aftermath of Meadow revealing your secret/ a backstory

Word count: 2.5K (lord)

Now playing: you know wassup // kehlani, angel // pinkpantheress

part 1!

Warnings: Reader is Black, this is pretty tame, cursing, weed in one part, Y/n / Ynnie is used, Fighting but it’s just described😸

Not rlly warnings: The flashbacks and what we tell the class isn’t exactly the same, just the more detailed version. Gwen is black in this universe just becuz, no superheroes or villains just a reg earth, college drama oooo, Reader was a goody two shoes before meeting Miles (Like… not knowing was weed looks like goody two shoes),

“So you guys are dating!!” Someone in the crowd shouted, everyone agreeing with them.

“Actually,” you said smiling, making your way over to Miles and Meadow. “We’re married. Since last year.” You finished, untucking a necklace from your shirt to reveal a ring on a necklace, making everyone go crazier.

“Dont even think about startin’ all that yappin’! Its time for class so get your butts to your seats. Quickly!” Miles shouted making everyone complain as they made their way into their respective classrooms. You shook your head making grabby hands to your daughter.

“Meymey stop being a daddy’s girl and come back to mommy! I miss you already!” You fake cried, pouting as Meadow laughed at you.

“Papá! Isn’t mommy being silly?”

Miles smirked down at you, quick to agree with the baby. “Yup, she is. You had her all day its my turn.” He stuck his tongue out at you, scurrying into his room before letting you talk, making you chuckle.

You go back into the classroom, sighing deeply when you see all your students looking at you expectantly.

“What?” You say, deeply confused as to what they want from you now.

“Sooo, you’re not gonna tell us how you guys met??” One of your students replied with a wide smile on his face.

“Uhm.. no?” You chuckled shaking your head. “Why would I tell you that?”

“You owe us for lying to everyone for the whole schoolyear!!”

“Yea!”

“Pleaseeee Ms.y/n! Or should we call you Mrs. Morales?”

Once again, a round of ‘ooo’s go around the classroom, but this time directed at you.

“Alright alright I’ll tell you guys, and no you don’t get to call me Mrs. Morales. What’s wrong with y’all..” You mutter the last part to yourself, dreading telling your kids how you met your husband.

—

“You gotta be kidding me…” You whisper to yourself, looking at your new roommates. Your dorm situation had been all over the place the whole semester, resulting in you having to room off campus with what looked like the meanest man you’ve ever seen, and the nicest girl ever.

“Your rooms over there, kitchens over there, oh!— me and you share a bathroom, hope you don’t mind! My room is right there if you need something! Or if you wanna hang out I don’t mind.” The girl, Gwendolyn if you remembered correctly, smiled brightly at you. The tall boy next to her nodded his head at you both and went to his room.

“What’s his deal?” You question, trying to peak into his room. You didn’t see anything but purple walls before he closed the door though.

“Ah, that’s Miles. He’s nice once to get him, don’t worry! Super cute though, don’t you think?” She smirked, bumping shoulders with you.

“Yea… I guess so.”

—

“So you guys were roommates? That’s so boringgg.” Someone in the back whined.

“If it’s so boring then I don’t need to finish my story, right?” You laugh, stretching back in your desk chair.

“Bro why the fuck did you say that?”

“Dont listen to this idiot, Miss!”

“What did Gwendolyn look like?”

You stop to think about the question, trying to remember since it’s been a couple years since you’ve seen her.

“She.. was a little taller than me. Really pretty girl, big eyes, and she had a gap I think. And she had all types of piercings, and she always got her hair done in the color blonde with pink ends for some reason.”

“So she black?”

“Yea, but she’s from the country part of new york pretty sure. Anyways let me continue..”

—

You and Gwen had become good friends over time. You learned some new, albeit boring, things about her.

You couldn’t say the same for Miles though. You never really talked to him after you realized you weren’t gonna get past a quiet nod in your direction. But even then, you found yourself liking his coy personality. You wanted to learn new things about him, even if it was boring. Only thing you learned about him was that he was also studying to get an Education Degree.

You made your way back home after a long day at school, ready to shower and fall face first into your bed. Unlocking the door, you chuck your bag on the entryway table, ignoring how Miles stared at you with a confused look on his face.

You were right by your door when Gwen called your name running up to you.

God you loved the girl but damn can you live?

“Ynnieee, how was classes?” She asked, twirling her blonde and pink braids with a finger.

“They was aight, I’m tired as hell.” You groan, rubbing your eyes.

“Oh well before you go! Theres this thing I’m going to next Saturday. Come with me?” She looked down at you expectantly. You found yourself fighting against the voice in your head. Part of you wants to say no and sleep for days, but the other part sees this as an opportunity to get out the apartment for something outside of school for once.

“Alright. I’ll go. Now leave me alone I wanna sleep forever.” You say, rushing into your room to shower and lay down. You’d felt a little bad for rushing away like that, but your shower was more important to you in the moment. And you didn’t see how Gwen reacted to your slight attitude, eyes squinting at your door hard enough to burn a hole through it.

Your shower and nap worked wonders. You woke up at around 2 in the morning, not healthy at all but aye, a good nap is a good nap. You sit up in your bed, feeling way better than you had when you got home. Feeling a little thirsty, you make your way to the kitchen, deciding to eat some noodles for dinner too.

“Why you up so late?” You heard a gruff voice behind you, making you almost jump out your skin. You whip around to see who was talking to you, and it was none other than your mysterious roommate Miles.

“Miles, what the fuck?” You whisper scream, putting your bowl of microwave noodles down.

“You ain’t answer my question, ma.” He smirked at your annoyed tone, leaning his back against the counter across from you. You roll your eyes, ignoring how the nickname made you feel.

“I just woke up and i’m hungry, obviously,” you said, gesturing to your noodles. “Why are you up, Mr. Morales?”

“Can’t sleep.” He sighed deeply, looking down at you like he wanted to ask something.

“What?” You said softly, slurping on some noodles as you look back at Miles.

“Nun.. just, wanna hang out in my room?”

“Uhh sure..”

“Your rooms so clean..” You say, analyzing the things around you. Movie posters and artwork that seems to be Miles’ are strung around the deep purple walls. Not a speck of dust on any of his things, only thing slightly messy was his bed. Probably from tossing and turning while trying to fall asleep.

“Are you saying you thought I lived like a pig?” He laughed at you, sitting on the edge of his bed, pulling a folding tray close to him.

You shrugged, slurping up more noodles while standing. You didn’t really know what to do with yourself, this being the first time you actually talked to Miles.

“Why you still standing up? C’mon,” He beckoned you to sit next to him, taking a shoebox from under his bed. “You ever smoke a blunt before?”

—

“So you guys played games and talked till you fell asleep?”

“Yup! Don’t tell him I told you this but, he sucks at Mortal Kombat.”

—

“…Huh?”

This earned you a confused look from Miles.

“A blunt. A joint. Doja.”

You furrow your eyebrows.

“Like… the singer?”

“You gotta be kidding me.” He lays back on his bed, laughing at you like his life depended on it. “You telling me you don’t know what weed is?”

“Why didn’t you just say weed in the first place!” You say, hitting him lightly on the thigh.

“Because you’re old enough to know what a blunt is?” He chuckled, sitting back up to open the shoebox and take out some stuff. You watched silently as a he rolled the ‘blunt’ up, staring at him as he brought it up to his lips and lit it up.

“I’ve never seen weed before,” You mutter scooting farther into the bed till you hit the wall. “Why does it look like…”

“Like what?” Miles asked, smiling a little as he waited to see where this was going.

“Nah, you’re gonna make fun of me.”

“I won’t, ma. I promise.” He said turning to look at you as he inhaled and blew the smoke in your face, making you fan it away.

“I was going to say it kinda looks like moss.” You whisper, looking away in embarrassment as Miles guffawed at your cluelessness.

“Man I’m never letting you live that down.” He shook his head with a smirk. You laughed also, heart swelling at the fact that this might happen again, and Miles may start talking to you more.

—

“After that we became good friends yada yada yada. We hung out a lot, and sometimes had sleepovers in each others rooms,” You say as you filed some papers away. “And Gwen didn’t like that.”

“Oh my god did y’all fight?!” A kid in the back exclaimed, bouncing up and down in excitement.

“What? No, I don’t fight people. She did want to fight me though.”

Everyone made a disappointed noise at that, when the door opened with Meadow and Miles looking inside.

“What lies she telling y’all now?” Miles scoffed as Meadow ran into her mother’s arms. He walked up to you and gave you a small peck on your cheek, making the whole class gag.

“First of all, ew. Second of all, Mrs. Morales was telling us about how she didn’t fight Gwen cuz she don’t fight people.”

“Mrs. Morales?” Miles said looking at you as you shook your head and shrugged. “Man she really is lying to yall. She did fight Gwen, whooped her ass for real. And then she handed my ass to me too. I’m getting flashbacks.” He shuddered at the memory.

“Miles!” You shoved his arm, but you were drowned out by the class asking why and what happened.

—

“You gotta be kidding me.” You whisper as you get hit with a strong sense of deja vu. Weeks have passed since the first time you and Miles talked. And you’ve started to catch feelings. But obviously, your sweet little roommate, who wasn’t really sweet or little at all, didn’t like that. Despite her very obvious disliking you and Miles’ blooming relationship, she didn’t do anything to stop you two from becoming more than friends. Until now.

You sigh deeply as watch Gwen all up on Miles, talking his ear off and rubbing in him as they sat on the couch. Miles payed her no mind, scrolling on his phone as he waited for you to come home since he missed you all day. She looked up at you smiling her fake little smile as she rested her head on Miles’ shoulder. “Hey roomie!”

You look at her with a straight face, eyes moving to Miles who’d jumped up to talk to you.

“Ma it’s not what it looks-“

“Ok. I’m going to bed.” Interupting him, you march into your room, slamming the door behind you hoping your roommates would take the hint.

—

“Damnnnn Ms.y/n you got played by Mr. Morales? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Now me personally I would never treat you like that-“

“Dont even start with that foolishness,” Miles rolled his eyes at the kid. “It was a lil misunderstanding thas it. Lemme continue.”

—

But of course. Gwen didn’t.

“Ynnie?” Gwen knocked on the door before she came in. Sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.

“Hm?”

“You seem out of it are you ok..?” She asked quietly, she sounded so… sincere that you almost thought she was being genuine. Almost. But her behavior these past few weeks was enough to not trust her.

She leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“Is it because I got to Miles before you could?”

“Excuse me?” You stare at Gwen with a confused look on your face.

“Y’know. Cause I’m better than you and all that.” She shrugged with a smirk on her face.

—

“And then BAM Ms. y/n was all on her, and I had to come in and separate them, Gwen tried to get me to feel bad for her too. She was like “Miles! Do something!” ‘N I looked at her like “Really?” And she went crying to her room, embarrassing.” He tutted. “When I looked at Ms. y/n she started yelling at me and punching my chest, shoot felt like I was Gwen for a second! I’m sure she had it worse though, cause she moved out two days after. Extra embarrassing.”

“Damnnnn!”

“Ms. y/n you kinda scare me now..”

“Is he lying Miss?”

You hesitated before speaking, “I mean, its a lil dramatic sure but it aint too far off.”

“Damnnnn!”

“You guys are so dramatic. We talked it out after like a week and everything was all good.” You shook your head in disbelief as you pack up your things. Miles’ class ended squeezing into your classroom in the middle of his rendition, but you decided against bothering them and got some work done while playing with Meadow. It was now the end of class and everyone was huddled up on your large carpet, like a bunch of children listening to someone read a book at the library.

“What happened after that, papà?” Meadow questioned, tugging on his pant leg as he leans against the front of your desk.

“Enough from Papà. He’s a bad storyteller,” You said putting on your jacket and grabbing your work bag. “We start dating, graduate college, get engaged, have you- my sweet sweet princess, get married when you were two, and end up here teaching these losers about art and science! The end!

“Yup. The end. Alright c’mon back to class guys,” Miles directed, turning to look back at you before he walked out the door. “Chinese for dinner?”

“Mhm, is that ok with you, MeyMey?” You coo at your daughter as she agrees with you.

—

“Miles?” You whisper, leaning your head on your husbands shoulder as you rub your stomach.

“Whats up, Ma?”

“You think I’ll be any good at this? Teaching the students and the being a mom, I mean.” You sigh, looking up at him.

“You’ll be the best,” He whispered back, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and kissing your forehead. “I’m sure the kids will love you, and I’m sure our daughter will love you even more.”

You chuckled at that, slowly drifting off to sleep as Miles rubs your side gently.

“Daughter?”

“Yea, and something tells me she’s gonna be a daddy’s girl. Can’t wait to spoil my pretty ladies forever.”

“Yea… yea that sounds nice.”

kkuet.

The moss thing is based on a true story yall, and i’m the victim 😞😭

Everyone who requested a part 2!

@ulovejayy @sukisprettyface @edgyficuselastica @snowspidey @hey-girl-hey @cumbermovels @ohsoprada @pinkfenti @heavisdelulu @kllovrj @laylasbunbunny @chickenalfredo1312

#miles morales x reader #spiderman #across the spiderverse #miles morales x black reader #iheartnabi! #fanfic #miles morales #atsv x you #earth 42 miles x reader #teachers #teacher love #father! miles #dad!miles #young teachers #teacher au #spiderman: atsv #spiderman: across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #new york #miles pookie butt #atsv x reader #atsv fanfiction #fanfiction #earth 42 miles x black reader #miles morales x you #miles morales x gwen stacy

[sweaterkittensahoy]

I mean, I'm down for some Lemmons X Rosenthal running into each other in town/off duty type shenanigans, if that's a prompt you would like to run with. - @bobparkhurst

There's only one place in the town next to the base that plays live music, but all Rosie needs is one place, so it's fine by him.

The place is absolutely packed with pretty girls and men in uniform. It's a five-piece band, people three deep at the bar, and the windows fogging up from the heat of everyone moving around.

Rosie taps his foot to the music as he gets on line for a beer. It's a queue, he reminds himself and chuckles. He looks around the crowd and spots several familiar faces, then someone stumbles into his back.

"Oh, shit. Sorry. Sorry."

Rosie turns around to assure whoever ran into him its all fine, and he's looking down at Ken Lemmons, who has his hands out in front of him and takes a step back when he realizes it's Rosie.

"Was that a curse, Ken?" Rosie asks with a grin. "I don't think I've ever heard you say a word worse than 'heck.'"

Ken relaxes instantly. "Well, your granny obviously didn't come at you with the soap if you said any of 'em."

"No, my grandma's a fan of a wooden spoon on the butt," Rosie replies. "You okay, by the way?" he asks, reaching out to hold Ken still. He's moving along to the music a bit, tapping his foot and lightly scuffing his other foot in counter-rhythm.

"Fine, Sir," Ken says, glancing over his shoulder. "Got run over by people headed to the dance floor. Glad I ran into the back of you instead of someone else, at least. These RAF boys like to fight."

"Cursing and getting into fights? Really, Lemmons, it's like I don't know you at all."

Ken laughs. "I'm not startin' the fights," he says. "But I'm not walkin' away from them." His grin settles into the smirk of a man who knows he'll win if he's challenged.

Rosie is suddenly aware of how close they're standing and how good Ken looks in his fresh-pressed uniform. He's never seen him in anything other than his coveralls, which certainly isn't hard to look at either. But this is nice in its own way. Especially the way he's wearing his cap angled on his head, his curls still as much controlled chaos as ever.

"I'm surprised you're not on the dance floor," Rosie says, "You're vibrating along with the beat, and you look sharp all buttoned up."

Ken shrugs. "No one's asked," he says. "And I don't prefer to lead."

"No?" Rosie points to Ken's feet. "You've got the rhythm for it."

Ken shrugs. "Oh, sure, but it's more fun to follow, I think. It feels nicer."

Rosie's intrigued. He shifts so he and Ken are out of the queue, bringing him along with a hand on his arm. "You think so?"

Ken blushes suddenly. "Um, yeah." He says. "I--"

"You wanna dance with me?" Rosie asks, charmed by that blush. "I like to lead."

Ken's eyes go wide. "Um. Yeah. Yeah, that'd be nice."

Robert offers Ken his arm. "Let's go then," he says. "Any dances you don't know?"

"Don't think so," Ken says. "Unless there's some new thing you learned just before you got here."

"Only how to fly in my skivvies," Rosie says, intentionally lowering his voice so it's for Ken's ears only. He can't help himself. Not with Ken's hand tucked into his elbow and looking so good all put together.

Ken flashes him a look, the blush back, but a knowing glint in his eyes. "I like how I get held when I don't lead," he says as he and Rosie step onto the edge of the dance floor. "It tells you a lot about a guy."

Rosie pulls Ken in just close enough to be cheekily improper. "Well, let's see what you learn about me."

#rosielemmons #fic prompt #rosie rosenthal #ken lemmons #this might get longer later #but for prompt fill we'll call this good

[hyprmemes]

bullet train (2022) starters edit as you see fit

“a father’s job is to protect his family”

“you never know what horrible fate your bad luck has saved you from”

“you are getting the new and improved me”

“i’m less reactive to situations, i’m more accepting of people’s shortcomings”

“you put peace out in the world, you get peace back”

“my bad luck is biblical”

“i’m not even trying to kill people and someone dies”

“talk about a candidate for self-improvement”

“please tell me you didn’t order the sleeping powder”

“you don’t have to nick the biscuits, man”

“i think they’ll notice the childish code names first”

“oh, now he’s callin’ a fruit sophisticated”

“when was the last time you ate a lemon meringue pie?”

“i’m sorry, are you talking about lemons?”

“you idiots work for my father?”

“we could deliver you back to your pops in a box”

“you ever watch thomas the tank engine?”

“i always bring my stickers with me, you know that”

“your daddy hired us to get you out of the trouble you got yourself into, didn’t you, naughty boy”

“you’re startin’ to get on my tits”

“our job is to keep you safe and to recover the briefcase with the ransom money inside”

“he doesn’t need a reason to kill people like you, he needs a reason not to”

“family’s more important than money, right?”

“why do i even bother forwarding you the briefings?”

“there’s this soulless psychotic leader with the largest criminal organization on the planet shoved right inside our fucking ass cheeks”

“if you mention thomas the tank engine one more time, I’m gonna shoot you in the fucking face”

“but i’m not in someone else’s story”

“you’re going to kill him for me”

“i will ruin your life the way you ruined mine”

“let this be a lesson in the toxicity of anger”

"talk to him or, like, talk to him?”

“you are fuckin’ excused”

“the guy who stabbed me, i spilled wine on his suit”

“i’m really gonna have to process my part in the incident on monday”

“i didn’t realize i was gettin’ a babysitter to come cut my bollocks”

“this rude enough for ya, ya fucking prick?”

“shove that fuckin’ hat up your fuckin’ asshole, you hear me?”

“gotta use your small inside voice in here”

“there’s a gun underneath this table pointed right at you, so i would…”

“you look like every white homeless man i’ve ever seen”

“well, you also have a shoot-able face”

“i’ve learned that with any potential conflict there’s an opportunity for growth, a path to a peaceful outcome”

“every day is a fucking headache with you, innit”

“you’re alive, i’m alive, everyone’s happy”

“i ain’t got the time or the patience, let alone the interest”

“would you describe me as someone who lives in perpetual anxiety?”

“it’s some fuckin’ ’80s dance-off, innit?”

“do us a favor, get the fuck off my back, will ya?”

“you shoot first and come up with the answers later”

“oh, my god, did you just say “whack”?”

“well, i don’t think they were in the market for fucking dildos and pantyhose, were they?”

“you’re a terrible father, and your son is going to pay for all the mistakes that you’ve made”

“i’m gonna go find a temple and reevaluate my choices or something”

“you’re gonna close your eyes, and i’m gonna count to three”

“you’re not even afraid and your lip’s quivering”

“thirty seconds before the venom does its thing”

“are you lying on the ground in the fetal position?”

“you gonna fuckin’ waltz up here and blow my brains out in front of the whole fuckin’ carriage of witnesses?”

“keep your fucking knickers on, all right?”

“make sure you do something that brings you peace, ’cause everything else is a pain in the ass”

“you’re not going to let me get hurt”

“a blind man could see you are the one in the dark”

“fate for me is just another word for bad luck”

“i will finally be allowed to make things right”

“when we are so quick to anger, we are slow to understand”

“i’m fast to kick your ass, though, i swear to god”

“i should’ve put a bullet through your ass!”

“why are you motherfuckers using metaphors?”

“i built myself up from the nothing you gave me”

“i’m more like you than that little fuck up ever was”

“kill me like you did all the others who tried the same”

“shouldn’t the plum give up all resentment?”

#if you saw me post this on accident earlier no you didn't-- KFJG #movie starters #film starters #dialogue prompts #dialogue starters #sentence starters #sentence memes #sentence prompts #rp memes #rp starters #so yes i used a transcript online for this so ye~ #pardon if any of these are wrong

[many-lovely-queer-creatures]

The VHS:

"Hi dearest<3 My name's Vivianne. Vivianne Vex~ (They/Pony/She) Trans femme butch/futch/femme Ponygender Cyborg/Cybernetic Unicorn succubus enby, but who I am doesn't revolve around sex and violence (anymore). It revolves around humor, VERY silly memes like that barely qualify legally as memes, MLP, Fallout, Halo, and loving and supporting the people around me, not least of all my 15-year Partner and love of my life, Cole/Panza<3 I'm a surrogate mom to a lot of people, and will do almost- and will do *anything* to protect trans kids, trans people, or any marginalized folk. I love you. And I'm proud of you. I'm glad you're here<3"

"Hey! My name's Colton or Panzara(depending on my current gender) Zander Marluxia They/He/She/Bug I'm a toric/achillean transmasc bigender genderfluid girl boy! I'm a mage from the tropics, I'm very soft-spoken, and I bugging love everyone, and try to be kind and understanding towards everyone, as does Vivi my Wife and love forever<3 I like Half-Life, lil bugs, boys<3<3 fresh fruit, Halo, and being outdoors! Uweh<3"

"uh uhm uhm uhh uh H-hi, my name's um... Willow or Wren or Ren, still kind of uhm.. Experimenting, uh, I'm just a lil trans pony girl who loves her friends and is kinda silly and trying to do better and find out who she is. I love you<3 Uhm, I think."

"Hai!!! :D My name's Pinkie Pie, and I'm a kinda ace-spectrummyy bisexualish lesbainish pony with she/her and im trying out pink/pink pronouns!! Im the most recent member of the system, and i love everypony here! They're all so nice and friendly and supportive, oh, I really like sweets and parties and Twilight and soda and baking and making friends and candy and everything! Everywhere! If I could, i'd give everypony in the whole world a biiiiig hug!! I LOVE ALL OF YOU, DONT FORGET TO SMILE AND DO STUFF THAT MAKES YOU SMILE! LOVE YOUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"

"Hello/Hallo. My designation is LSTR-512. I go by Elster. I am a fictive, of some definition, from Signalis. I am a he/him lesbian. I am... Incredibly dedicated to my partner. I love her. Very, very, very much. She is the light of my life. Meine shatz, meine leibe, meine sonne und meine mond und mein sterne der nacht. Ich liebe dich. Du vervollständigst mich. I enjoy very much classical music, wine, Bavarian food, and Centaurworld."

"Hewwo!!! bork bork! X3 My name is Koda she/her and i am doggy girl. i like u and biting and smothing peoples in my chest floof and i love you!! brrruf :3 das about it love u byeeee ||3 *waggywaggywaggy*"

"hey. my name's Jonas. Jonas Kujo. some of my friends call me Shen, or sometimes Jojo. Aroace, he/they pronouns please. im a pretty soft, quiet dude. but... i love trans people. Mogai people. my people. I'll do anything, and fight anyone for you. Pinky promise. i have a fire in me that won't go out. I will burn down the world if it means keeping the folks i love warm for another winter. I will not fail you. You are my family. You are my strength. You are my heart. My name is Jonas. and I'm gonna save the world."

Not pictured/without comment: Smiley, a Yes Man fictive who helps out when other folks are under a lot of emotional toil, and has repaired me several times after stress damage<3 -Vivianne

"Howdy! Ah'm Workhorse, an Applejack fictive, she/her. I'm just now startin' to stretch my legs, but y'all might hear from me soon. Take care, y'all! :D"

Raer Gorebeest, It/Its/Itself, is a cryptid who enjoys drawing with crayons, scaring people, biting things, and and many other violent possibly triggering actions, but don't worry!! It's actually very sweet and lovey, and kinda just a big kid! -Colton

All others didn't want a spotlight, but are still as much a part of the family as an others. Feel free to ask about us and stuff, we're pretty open, friendly folks.

#plural #actually plural #introduction #system intro #sapphic #achillean #transfem #transmasc #genderqueer #aroace #asexual #aromantic #otherkin #nonbinary #therian

[satans-left-asscheeky]

Crushing companions react to Sole dating a toxic s/o who doesn't treat them right

Maccready

"You're not listening! I never said I hated them; I just said if the bar was any lower you'd be playing frickin' limbo!"

Oh boy when Mac argues he gets red in the face and has zero filter. Everything he's thinking comes out and he's usually left with a massive mess to clean. This time is no exception. He'd watch their expression harden before they'd turn on their heels leaving him with a blank expression on his face. He didn't like the way their s/o treated them, but in that moment Mac was no better.... shit he had to fix this.

Hancock

"I don't like they way they talk to you brother/sister.... they're startin' to sound an awful lot like Finn did and... uh well we know how that ended...."

He'd try to keep he's tone neutral and devoid of emotion, but even he could hear the anger behind it.... he just wanted the best for sole... Hell, thats why he hadn't asked them out in the first place, but shit, even he was better than this loser! Sole opted to ignore him minus an annoyed huff as they made their way out of the state house to go after their sorry excuse of a lover leaving him there to contemplate all of his life's choices... fuck he had it bad, and this situation sucked.... he was really between a rock and a hard place here.

Cait

"Don't let them talk to ya like that! Especially not when they're supposed to love ya. Ya shouldn't take that type of shite. find someone better. Do better."

If soles not careful Cait really will beat more than some sense into their lowsey s/o..... if they can't/ won't do better Cait will make sure things are made right one way or another

Danse

"I really don't understand what on earth you see in them. They treat you like Maxson treated me when the matter of my identity was found out.... You stood up for me then, but are angered at me trying to do the same for you now? Your judgment is clearly clouded Sole."

He'd speak with a harsher tone than he meant, ears adorning a crimson hue as he spoke. Feelings weren't something he usually discussed, but he couldn't justify keeping these thoughts to himself any longer. Sole would offer some harsh words back in response telling him where he could shove his opinions, and it then became clear to him... perhaps their judgment is clouded but its clouded by emotions... he'll never be able to get through to them while they were this emotional. he needed to give them time to cool down.... he needed time to cool down himself. This pointless bickering wasn't getting them anywhere, and that's exactly what he'd tell them before excusing himself to clear his head.

Curie

"They are joking yes? They do not mean it when they say such awful things to you? They surely can't. You are amazing and wonderful! Why would they be so cruel?"

Curie doesn't understand how anyone could treat the person they are supposed to love the most like that! She'd be very disturbed by soles s/o's behavior

Deacon

"Hey pal.... whatcha feelin' after that.... Im here to listen judgment- and opinion free if you need.... I uh- I just want you to be happy is all"

Uncharacteristicly sweet and sincere for Deacon sure, but he's just struggling with knowing he can make them happier that this loser, and understanding and respecting their own freedom and choices even if he disagres... but for now he'll be what he'd want someone to be. He'll listen and offer a shoulder to cry on until they decide what they want. If they tell him to drop, he will begrudgingly do so.... he'd rather be there for them when it all implodes then hurt them more by bringing his feelings into it and possibly lose them for ever. He will absolutely keep tabs on their shitty s/o keeping his ever watchful eyes open for any slip up on their part.

Piper

"Who the hell do they think they are!? No one talks to another human that way, let alone their lover, let alone you!"

Everyone's seen piper pissed off about one thing or another... it's not an uncommon occurrence, but what was uncommon was the way her fists were clenched at her sides and how she was visibly shaking with anger.... Hopefully sole was ready to talk about it, because no way was piper gonna back down anytime soon... and if they weren't... well piper would still go off on her rant to angry to read their face an realize she was hurting them before they stormed off with visable tears in their eyes... in retrospect maybe more yelling wasn't what they needed...shit.

Nick

"I've had a lot of cases end in a lovers quarel gone wrong.... not saying thats gonna happen to you sole.... all I'm saying is your tiptoing the line and I'd hate to see you cross it... especially when I care about you so much"

It's true he has seen a lot of shit like this unfortunately... and he knows how hard it is to leave... he just hopes sole can be brave enough to do it... heaven knows he'll be there for em every step of the way. but it would appear they weren't ready to hear all that as they gave him a death glare before letting him know that they weren't a helpless idiot... he hadn't meant to start a fight, heck he didn't think they even meant to start a fight they were just hurting, so instead he opted to grab his coat and leave the agency and them behind to go have a much needed smoke.... might seem cold, but there's no point in pointless fighting... especially not with the person he cared about most in this world.

Preston

"Are you okay? ya' know if you ever need to talk....."

He wouldn't know what to say. His words all falling flat. Why did their s/o talk to them that way? Why did he feel so useless in helping them. He wanted more than anything in that moment to just comfort his friend and make everything magically better, but he know it didn't work that way.... why did everything always have to be so complicated?

X6-88

"Ma'am/Sir I know very little about intimate relationship, but this piece of vile wastland scum is below you"

He wouldn't hold back, but he also wouldn't delve any further into his opinion if sole made it obvious they weren't hearing it.... though should their s/o mysteriously disappear....

#fallout #fallout 4 #maccready #deacon #fo4 companions #fallout 4 companions #hancock #paladin danse #john hancock #cait fo4 #cait fallout 4 #fallout 4 curie #fo4 curie #fallout curie #piper fallout 4 #piper wright #preston garvy #fo4 preston #fo4 nick valentine #nick valentine #fo4 x6 88 #x6 88

[stonedminotaur]

10, 20, 30 40, 50, 90

woo thats a lot ty for the ask now lemme go grab these suckers and hope i dont link this too terribly and startin off with a banger is a cover done by powerwolf, love their music

next we gotttttt at numba 20 is a lil bop that showed up in my discover weekly thanks to my lil sis

now onto number 30 we got the magick demo by witchz, wish the full length was better but still a bop

for number 40 we got the theme song for evo 2023(one of the biggest fightin game tournaments ever) cuz its hype and im a fuckin emotional nerd who gets caught up in the rush of emotions from these events dont judge me

for the big 5 oh we got Just one yesterday by fall out boy, just got back into listenin to em this year with my brother, they got some good hits on their last album

and for the number 90, we end kinda strong on Kingslayer by baby metal and bring me the horizon

ty again for the ask and i hope you like some of these songs, i know i enjoyed the hell outta em

#spotify wrapped

[brooklynislandgirl]

❛ no one hurts you and gets away with it. ❜ || From deputygonebye

True Blue || Accepting

There are so many things that live in her eyes. Fear, which isn't common even when faced with a horde of Walkers, might be the deepest one. Partially because she never expected for people ~strangers~ to be so willing to go on the warpath, though she should have seen it coming. Everything is life or death now, whether its a few tins of food, or it's remaining medical or hygiene supplies. Civilisation has been boiled down to animal needs, and the person with the biggest teeth, the strongest claws, the fastest reflexes is the one that will survive. She couldn't even call the person a man. If she had to guess, he was barely in his twenties. A big raw-boned kid. He could have just asked, there was no reason raise his hands against her. Her eye is likely going to be swollen shut by morning. Her lip crusty and equally swollen but fortunately none of her teeth are loose. The boy hadn't realised she was alone, never gave her the chance to warn him. It happened so fast, she can hardly believe it. Her heart pounds and her breath is still coming out in gasps. Mostly because she is absolutely certain that Shane's beaten him stupid. He'll be lucky to get up and walk it off, and the only reason he's still breathing is that she'd begged. She'd begged Shane to leave him be, that he isn't moving, is no longer a threat. Another reason for her physiological response is, there's something primal in the way her body reacts. That's where the shame comes in. Not just for being an easy target but because her knees are weak. The desire to throw her arms around him and steal his breath away with kisses is a powerful urge that has her forcing her arms down at her side. She pretends he can't also see the heat in her gaze from her want. They're friends. Maybe the first one she's made since the collapse. The others are friendly, sure. They're welcoming, especially the women. The children. But Shane is different. He takes up for her. He smiles when she does the smallest thing for him, he thanks her. Doesn't take her for granted. Even before when she lived in New York that was too much to ask. She had Jay and she had Luc, and Tabby, and Father Vinnie. She doesn't know what's become of them, but she hopes her little family has survived. She risks reaching out, and puts her hand on his closest wrist, now that they're standing at the relative safety of the Jeep. "I know you probably don' wan' t' hear dis, but I'm sorry for ya needin' t' defend me. But I also…I also wan say mahalo. T'ank you for savin' me. I promise I won' be so reckless nex' time." She lowers her head and drags the toe of her hiking boot in the gravel. "Can we…can we stay here a minute? I know it's startin' t' get late an' dark. Jus' not... Not sure I'm ready t' go back t' da group, lookin' all bussed up, ya know?" She wants to press her brow into his chest, wrap her arms around his waist. Feel his fold around her and hold her close. If they do, though, she's going to cry and she needs to be tougher than that. He expects more from her, or at least he should. She blinks, when realisation strikes her. "Oh, oh goodness. You're hands! Heah, lemme take a look at dem."

#Mahalo!K <3333 #Angel With A Shotgun|Shane Walsh #And Major Tom Sings Along|Shane and Beth #Moonlight Through The Pines|Georgia #Recruiting New Meat|TWD au

[drades-lair]

A violation most foul PT1

Fandom: Helluvaboss

Pairings: Millie/Moxxie/Chaz, Blitzo/Stolas/Striker

Rating: M for sexual content, nonconsensual sexual content, swearing and torture. 

NOTE: This fanfiction contains graphic depictions of rape. 

Chaz released a heavy sigh as he leaned against the bar in the shitty bar/restaurant he'd managed to get a job at in downtown Imp City. Scrolling through his phone because no one wanted to come into this dive, and he was just a server so even when they did come in more often than not, they went straight to sit at the bar. The half dead bell over the door made its pathetic little noise causing Chaz to look up briefly revealing a set of three large imps coming in and taking a seat at one of the small round tables around the middle of the room. "Hey! Jizz boy! Go take their order!" The bulky, short imp who was Chaz's boss shouted from the kitchen area just behind the bar. Chaz rolled his eyes but slid his phone into his pants pocket and started over to the table. "Hey, what is up, my dudes?" Chaz greeted them in his usual cheery manner. "Humph," The tallest imp scoffed. "Alright, let me guess. Whiskey's all around," Chaz offered making a pair of finger guns. None of the group replied leaving Chaz to just roll with the suggestion, heading back to the bar where he told the female bar tender the order. The tall skinny female imp was chewing bubble gum behind the bar while scrolling her own phone, she gave a vague nod then put her phone on the counter to start pouring the drinks. Chaz waited for the drinks to be put on a tray on the bar top, grabbing it once all three were on it and taking it to the trio of imps. Walking back to the bar Chaz set the tray on the bar top along with his stained white apron before starting towards the washrooms. "Gotta piss, I'll be back," Chaz announced earning him a shrug and an eyeroll from the bar tender who’d picked up her phone again. Chaz finished up in the restroom however on his way out a sound caught his attention from the somewhere in the washroom. Glancing over his shoulder Chaz didn't see anyone else in the restroom nor any stalls closed, shrugging he brushed it off as his imagination but just as his hand landed on the doorhandle Chaz felt something hit the back of his head. The last thing Chaz saw was the grime covered tile floor and a pair of dress shoes before everything went dark. ... Chaz gave a pained groan as he started feeling the world come back into focus, head throbbing as he blinked away the haze only to have panic immediately set in. The all too familiar smell of toxic waste, mildew and rotting fish hit him square in the face combined with the effervescent glow of green Chaz knew exactly where he was. Struggling Chaz couldn’t move his arms causing him to crane his neck over his shoulder revealing his hands were tied behind his back to the chair he was sitting in. Looking around Chaz could now see the room had at least 10 shark demons in it all surrounding him, some were familiar while others he didn’t recognize. "He-he...hi guys," Chaz nervously stammered, shrinking in on himself a little. "Well, well, looks like I caught me a big one," came a familiar voice from the crowd that made Chaz's blood run cold. "Oh shit," Chaz whispered under his breath, body starting to shake out of fear as he curled in on himself a little more. "Remember me, Chaz? Of course, you do! You pathetic little guppie!" Crim growled, striding through the crowd with Alessio following close behind him. "Crim... please...I already said I was..." Chaz began in a quivering tone before being cut off by Crimson. "Don't you fuckin' say my name! First you sleep with my son, then you steal from me, you show up on my doorstep and try to con me!” Crimson shouted angrily getting within inches of Chaz’s face. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, boss..." Chaz frantically apologized, whimpers spilling from his chest as his body shook. "For fucks sake, at least die with some dignity. I'm startin' ta wonder if it's even worth puttin' your pathetic jaws on my wall," Crimson commented in disgust, taking a couple steps back. "Please...I already apologized...I, I even offered to get you the money," Chaz begged, shaking so much the chair was rattling. "This isn't just about the money! You caused a LOT of trouble for this family, and I DO intend to make you pay just not in cash," Crimson's smirk was malicious as he nodded towards Chaz while taking a drag of his cigar. "Wait! Please! No!" Chaz pleaded as one tall semi buff shark demon along with a little shorter skinnier one walked over to him. The duo undid Chaz's hands from the chair then yanked them above his head while dragging him a few feet behind the chair where they retethered his hands to a meat hook hanging from the ceiling. Chaz’s body continued to shake as his tail wrapped around his calves, torso bowing backwards a bit although it was hard as he was barely able to stand on his tip toes. "Hmm, good. Now, strip him," Crim instructed casually with that smirk still stretching from ear to ear. "What!? N, No! Please, don't!" Chaz begged again, eyes growing wide as he shrunk back further, his tail wrapping tighter around himself in some sort of effort to stop them.

"Come on Chaz, since when are you shy?" Crim taunted as his goons yanked Chaz's tail away from his body eliciting a pained yelp from the young shark followed by his clothing being quickly torn from his body. Chaz immediately pulled his tail up to hide himself upon the goon squad letting it go with more whimpers leaking from his chest, eyes averted firmly to the floor out of shame. Cold air made goosebumps run along Chaz’s skin and he felt tears prick the corners of his eyes as the entire room stared at him.   "What's the matter, Chaz? I thought you enjoyed flaunting your dicks," Crimson continued to taunt, walking over to Chaz, and grabbing his chin roughly. "I, I... this isn't..." Chaz stammered out only to start coughing as Crim blew a puff of smoke into his face. "Humph, have at him boys," Crim declared, shoving Chaz’s face to the side before turning around with a snap of his fingers. Chaz felt his stomach drop at the declaration, struggling against his binds in a pure panic as the group started surrounding him. "NO! NO! Don't touch me!" Chaz exclaimed as hands groped at every inch of available skin, a hand snatching his tail to move it. Another hand roughly snatched his chin forcing Chaz into a kiss, a tongue worming its way into his mouth. Two hands spread his cheeks followed by a chuckle from behind him. "Nice, let's test the goods, shall we?" A gruff voice chortled. Chaz cried out into the kiss as two fingers roughly pressed into him with no lubricant of any kind. Chaz hadn't had sex in a while, so it hurt like shit having two fingers jammed up inside him dry like that. "Is he tight?" Another shark demon asked sounding far to excited by that prospect. "Fuck yeah! I can't wait to fuck him," Chaz whimpered trying to close his legs only to have them roughly grabbed and yanked apart and hoisted upwards. "Stop! Please!" Chaz begged once more as the shark who'd had him lip locked finally released his mouth now too busy holding his legs under the knees.   "Shut the fuck up! You have a rep for being 'the' fuck boy of greed and judging by how hard you’re getting I'd say you're living up to that reputation," The shark holding Chaz's legs taunted. "I'm first!" The gruff sounding voice came from behind Chaz again. "No! Don't, AH! Ow! Fuck!" Chaz exclaimed as the girthy shark shoved himself to the hilt in one solid thrust. The pain shot straight through Chaz as the shark set a brutal pace, he was almost relieved when the goon came inside him as it provided a little lube especially when another shoved in right after the other pulled out. "Ouch! Ow! Please, stop! It hurts!" Chaz whimpered out with tears streaming down his face...but they didn’t, and Crimson's maniacal laughter could be heard echoing through this warehouse as he slowly walked out. ...two weeks later... M&M sat in the living room of their apartment, Moxxie was cleaning a gun while Millie sharpened one of her knives. A day off from IMP was a rare treat and they intended to take full advantage of the day to relax and just get a few basic chores done. Millie smiled warmly at Moxxie when it dawned on her what day it was quickly followed by a furrow of her brow upon glancing at the clock. "Hey honey?" Millie asked turning to Moxxie. "What is it, sweetie?" Moxxie asked in turn. "Chaz hasn't dropped by in a couple weeks...I'm startin' ta get worried," Millie expressed, her features mirroring her concerned tone. "Yeah, it's been… two weeks, right?" Moxxie agreed setting his gun on the coffee table as it occurred to him just how long it had been. "Yeah, maybe I should call him, he always answers his phone," Millie suggested grabbing her phone from the table next to her. "Good idea," Moxxie agreed once more as Millie found Chaz's phone number. A few minutes later she furrowed her brow once more before hanging up the phone. "Something wrong?" Moxx wondered arching one eyebrow in confusion. "Chaz's phone is out of service," Millie worriedly explained. "What? He'd never just get rid of his phone and not tell us the new number," Moxxie declared his tone becoming increasingly concerned. "What should we do?" Millie wondered. "We should call Blitz, maybe he could help us look for him," Moxxie suggested. Millie nodded her agreement as Moxxie grabbed his phone now, locating Blitz's number then hitting the little green phone to dial it. Blitz picked up on the third ring with a groggy sounding ‘what’s up Moxx?’ that made Moxxie smile.

“Sorry to interrupt your day off sir but, me and Millie were wondering if we could get your help with something?” Moxxie asked.

“Sure, me and Striker are bored anyways,” Blitz agreed.

“Really? Striker, will help too?” Moxxie wondered in surprise.

“Yeah, he’s going stir crazy in the palace without a job to do,” Blitz chuckled.

“Well, we think Chaz might be in trouble…” Moxxie began to explain.

“You guys still hanging out with that shark guy?” Blitz wondered curiously.

“Yes, Chaz has been really trying to mend fences as it were. He always drops by on Fridays at around five, but this’ll be the second one in a row he’s missed plus the guy’s addicted to his phone yet when we tried to call just now it’s out of service,” Moxxie explained.

“Hmm, maybe he dumped it in a toilet or some shit,” Blitz offered.

“That would explain the phone but not why he hasn’t shown up in person,” Moxxie pointed out with a slight eyeroll.

“True…alright, any ideas where to start lookin’?” Blitz inquired.  

“Not really…” Moxxie trailed off trying to think of where Chaz might be unaware Millie had been on the phone as well.

“Moxx, I just called the bar where Chaz told us he works, they haven’t seen him for two weeks either. I think it was the last place he was though apparently, he went to the washroom and disappeared...he hasn’t been back since,” Millie explained putting her phone down on the couch next to her.

“Did you catch that?” Moxxie asked Blitz.

“Yeah, they see anything else?” Blitz asked in turn.

“That’s the thing…a group of three sketchy imps apparently entered right before he went missin’ and vanished right after he did…but Moxx…they saw a shark demon hangin’ outside the bar at the same time…” Millie worriedly explained.

“Shit,” Moxxie cursed.

“Does that mean what I think it does?” Blitz wondered over the phone.

“Yeah, chances are they were sent by my father and Chaz is still on his hit list,” Moxxie confirmed.

#HelluvaBoss #helluvabossfanfiction #HelluvabossStriker #HelluvabossBlitzo #HelluvabossMoxxie #HelluvabossMillie #HelluvabossChaz #drama #angst #Millie/Moxxie/Chaz #Blitzo/Stolas/Striker #fanfiction #rape #Non consensual sex #torture #hurt/comfort #emotional hurt/comfort #trauma

[justasmallbloginabigklainefandom]

@cerriddwenluna replied to your post “Rewatching Glee performances is such a weird...”:

Well, no. I don't know about those. I'd love to hear it, though 😁

​The "which seat can I taaaaake" from Smooth Criminal is from a, at the time, quite popular EELG crack video (another fucking throwback), where they put Rebecca Black's line from Friday over the shot where Santana and Sebastian are walking around with all the chairs. Other highlights of that EELG crack are the "nobody cares!" music over the scenes with the s4 newbies, and the transition from BOY's Little Numbers to that "I don't understand" song when it is revealed that Kurt meets up with Rachel in season 4. I tried to look it up but holy shit there are still so many EELG cracks on YouTube.

The Quinn continuity locker from Never Can Say Goodbye was in the peak of "we all hate Glee" in season 3, which honestly... fair. I just rewatched 22 season 3 songs and it brought back a lot of joy, but also uhh some underlying anger. But basically when Quinn opens her locker in the song and you see all the photos, it was a joke that "Glee doesn't have continuity, cause they put it all in her locker". Honestly, my fave performance from that episode re: memes is actually Wanna Be Startin' Something, I can't believe I forgot to mention it, cause it had "gay, gay, gay, gay, oh hi Mercedes!" and "having fun ISN'T HARD when you've got a LIBRARY CARD" and so many Bike Chanderson girlies, me included, were 👀👀👀 about that one shot at the end ahhh good times.

The Bills, Bills, Bills ones are just before my time, but I did see them a lot. There is this moment in the song where Darren makes quite a funny face and he, idk, sort of gestures with his hands as if he's desperate and this is around the time the Warblers are throwing the paper sheets, hence the joke that Blaine was super worried his homies would get a paper cut. This is at the same time of the "I AM JEFF" gif, which uhhh was actually Nick. Then there is the part where Blaine takes over someone's chess game and the other Warbler looks mock offended, and people made edits with the "SIRIUS BLACK! SIRIUUUUS BLAAAACK- oh, checkmate- SIRIUS BLAAAAACK!" quote, since, ya know, chess.

And during Something Coming, during the line of "with a blink/with a shock", Darren looks down and he opens his hands next to his hands and a lot of people could misread that as Blaine saying "cock" especially since he also looks down, hence the giffing.

Thanks for allowing me to go on this trip down memory lane.

And as an extra, a specific Dutch thing: RTL 5 translated Smooth Criminal as Gladde boef for its captions.

#replies #cerriddwenluna

[defleurtradingco]

Old Angel Midnight

A final shot tore through the air, crackling like the thunderclouds that began to drift in from over the mountains.

With a sickening wet thunk, the undead creature fell at their feet. Its milky white eyes bore into those who bothered to look, so they didn't.

“Think I’m startin’ to like Mara’s idea of a more quiet weapon of choice.”

Joseph only grunted in response as he pushed the corpse away with the tip of his boot.

“What? Come on, you at least thought about it once.” Honore sneered as fire crackled in the boughs of the half barren trees ahead of them. “Maybe if ya weren’t such a crackshot with a rifle you’d consider.”

The wood from the barn groaned as the flames licked away at its beams. Down the fell before the whole structure collapsed in on itself, blowing out a wave of heat in all directions. 

“Just hope it rains before this fire gets out of control.” Joseph muttered, turning on his heel and walking the other way. “We’re through here. Best get back.” Honore lingered behind, looking back at the now inferno-engulfed farm. “They’re gonna be mighty furious about all this.”

“Better a burnt cinder heap than overrun when it's so close to town.”

“I dunno.” Honore sighed. The dry grass crunched under their boots as they meandered away from the scene. It was supposed to be an easy job. A farm taken over by the risen, the farmer and his wife running straight into town pleading and screaming for help, and the two of them being there at the bar just at the right time. “People already ain’t got much out here. I’d wager you would know more than most anyone.”

Joseph still refused to make eye contact and trudged along. “Why would I.”

“Been out here far longer’n I have. I’m a Cajun boy, remember?”

Joseph paused and glanced over at Honore then. The latter posed briefly, to which Joseph exhaled out his nose in disbelief before continuing on. Honore deflated.

“Knew I shoulda elected to go out with Mara instead!” He complained, trailing behind the other man for the rest of the way. “Even if she don’t talk much, it’s somehow worse bein’ ignored by you. Someone who will talk. On occasion.”

“Should stick around th’ preacher then. If ya can get him to stop stammerin’ for more than a minute."

“The preacher?! Please! As much of a sweetheart as he and you are, I like to spread my whinin’ equally! Maybe I overstepped my limit with ya today."

Their horses were miraculously still nearby, unnerved and with their tails swishing in an agitated manner, but still alive thank God. Elsewise they would have had to walk all the way back to camp.

Honore drug his feet along the ground as he got up into his saddle. “I’m exhausted. We goin’ back now to deliver the good news? Or in the morning?”

“You go back to camp. I’ll tell 'em.” Joseph did the same. “Better off that way. Even if they were to fly into a gun-totin' rage, I'll at least survive it.”

“Oh yeah.” Honore nodded idly a few times. “Forget that sometimes. Well, don’t get too mangled up. Last time, we had to look all over-” “Go on.”

Honore held his hands up in surrender before giving his horse a small kick.They trotted off into the night, and Joseph headed the other way.

The fire from the farm reached out far enough that even from a distance, his shadow was still quite long. As the horse walked, he stared at the ground. At his shadow. No movement was out of place, the shape was correct, and there was no unnatural chill to the air.

But he knew better.

On he traveled, to the heart of the already burnt part of the woods. The remnants of tree trunks stood wilted and silent, like skeletons that had been frozen in time. Fires were certainly not uncommon out here in the brush bordering the beginnings of the mountain-forests. Sometimes they would fly out of control and eat a small copse here and there. This was one such place some years back.

The undead who had invaded their client's farm unfortunately carried lit lanterns in their hands. Freshly turned victims. As soon as he and Honore arrived at the scene, they became aggressive. And then everything spiraled out of control…

It always did.

A stale breeze ran in between the trees, rattling the dead branches slightly. An old noose hung nearby, creaking and silhouetted by the orange moon that gazed down upon the land. It would soon be swallowed up by the storm. There were already trails of dark clouds smeared in front of it.

Joseph slowed his horse to a stop, the both of them standing still in relative silence before he swung his leg over to one side to drop back onto the ground. He gave the horse a few firm pats on its shoulder before walking forward a ways. Just far enough as to not spook the beast by what was to come.

The silence made his ears ring.

He knew.

Gazing down at his shadow again, he was not surprised to see it had taken on a different form. It was taller and slender in frame now, with tattered bits of what seemed to be worn cloth wafting off of it like an abandoned flag left to rot on a lonely battlefield. Very rarely would there ever be wings to accompany it. Tonight was not one of those nights.

“You saw the whole thing, I know ya did.”

His shadow did not answer. 

Joseph snorted derisively. “I feel like yer doing it on purpose sometimes. Makin’ them aggressive like that.”

The wind picked up in a powerful sweeping gust as the shadow rose from the ground, looming over the man with what could be mistaken as malicious intent. But was it?

“I have come to care for my flock as I have promised.

But even I cannot be in all places at once. Would it not do to provide some few of them with tooth and claw so that they might defend themselves from predators until I may reach them?” Came a whispering voice. There was an edge of annoyance and anger interwoven within it that Joseph was accustomed to by now.

“Yeah but this-” Joseph started, and then gave pause. He pulled off his hat in frustration and to wipe at the sweat forming on his brow. The evening was a warm one. “What am I supposed to do? This is just putin’ us at odds with one another! People rushin’ inta town being attacked by these things afraid fer their lives- Am I supposed to ignore that?! You said it wouldn’t come ta anybody being hurt!”

The Angel of Death’s shadow drifted from one side to the other, imitating the unsteady flame of a candle. “And I have not broken this promise.

You are well aware that it is the fault of those who deem it necessary and righteous to prey upon these defenseless ones. Those who deem it the ‘will of their Lord’ and carry out 'His judgment', 'His divine authority', on 'His' behalf. Those who wholeheartedly believe these words that flow from their mouths as water from a mountain. 

Nay. I will not stand idly by as my children are slaughtered and regarded as little more than animals made for sacrifice. And neither will they.”

“Then-!” Joseph began once again, only to stop. They had been through this same argument before. Nothing ever resolved peacefully or neatly.

A soft exhale floated forth from the Angel. “Surely you must see this. You claimed to once before. Was that a lie?”

The man looked elsewhere. “No. No it wasn’t.”

“Then what has changed? What has changed, once-devout one? Have you chosen a new Lord? Have your repeated and incomplete deaths not swayed you to see this truth?”

“No. And no."

The Angel’s anger began to churn again, causing his shadowy form to ripple. “We are bonded, you and I. And it is a bond I would prefer to not break, as you have been…” They trailed off briefly, becoming somewhat calmer once more. “...as you have understood more than most why I have chosen this path. Why I must-”

“Enslaving us isn’t salvation.” Joseph interrupted.

The shadow rose in height suddenly, before the Angel's voice returned with a biting tone. “I am freeing you from all that plagues your kind. Your hatred, your suffering. And I will not rest until I have lifted this burden from you.

It was not fair then to bestow such a heinous curse upon humanity for his curious nature. To rip all that he knew away from him for one mistake. And it is not fair now.”

"So what then?" Joseph asked, lifting his arms in defeat before letting them drop and slap at his sides. "Everyone who dies…you'll just turn 'em into those creatures? What about th' after?? Is there an end to any of this? Will they ever get to move on?"

"All will be at peace only when humanity comes and rests his weary head within my arms. I will be there to greet them, all of them.

And they will wander this world that has been created for them forever more. They shall want for nothing. Neither food, nor water, nor blood. They shall have each other. Their loves, their friends, their family, safety and certainty.

All shall come to rest inevitably. Is this not the heaven they seek out in life?"

An eternity with no free will. No consciousness (that Joseph knew of. Could these creatures think? Could they feel?) It made his stomach churn. For a moment the faces of his companions flashed by in his mind.

"Until that day." He threatened in a low voice. "I'll be giving ya hell. Until that day. Right down to the last hour. To the last minute. To the last second.

What you want is no paradise."

"Then come." The Angel hissed. "You will understand the futility of it all. I need not strike you down, and I have no desire to. You bring your own doom unto you and yours. It is an inescapable fate.

…but should you decide it is time to finally rest… then I will grant you eternity, Lazarus." The shadow sunk back onto the ground, shrinking in size until it matched the shape of the man's body once more.

Joseph spit off to the side as he turned to walk away fuming. What would a celestial entity understand about humanity that a human could not? It made no sense to him. It never did. Haunting visions of the entirety of the Earth succumbing to such a nightmare of an existence battered what thoughts he tried to shield the rest of himself with. Doomed to idle with no autonomy. Cared for yes, but how could anyone even enjoy it? Surely that wasn’t what everyone wanted.

And what would happen to him? Would the Angel have him join them? Would they make him watch, in hopes that he might suddenly, or at least over time, comprehend the importance of this doomed mission?

The image of a future where he couldn’t have dark hair curled around his fingers, or feel the touch of soft and pale skin shook him to his core. It made him nauseous. It upset him greatly.

As he stood there alone with only the trees and his horse nearby, he reached into his coat pocket to take hold of the stone knife that lay hidden there. The rough and sharp edges cut into his flesh the harder he squeezed, and he felt the darkness of the artifact begin to whisper into his ears. 

…But he let go before they could say any more.

#cryptids western stuff #just a misc writing but I'm still trying to get the flavor for this era #a lot has changed over uhhh almost 8 years #cryptids is going to be 8 years old this year fuuuckk

[wrestlezon]

liveblog containment zone for aew dynamite 8/31/22

its aew time. i better see a convincing explanation for this cm punk business. also im 15 minutes behind because i waited for my friend to get home

ooo we startin with moxley ring promo boos!! well, he IS in chicago he sassin it UP OOH BIG WORDS to be honest i think its fine moxley is champ. hes a cool guy. i do want some sort of explanation/resolution for the punk side of things tho. you know, as a punk fan. ooooo paper match contract on the ground… whos gonna get it they should turn the lights out and then have the contract vanish. maximum cliffhanger im so curious… who… OH ACE STEEL POCKETING IT… THE CM PUNK CONNECTION… they cliffhangered it. mad lads wait maybe they'll come back to this tonight. im sitting up in my seat.

backstage promo with jericho okey dokey daniel garcia……….. ooooh hes pledging to the JAS but putting his cards on the table: no cheatery. win legit if you want my respect love to see it. the drama… all is fair in wrestling and romance huh

bryan danielson vs hager whoa table tackle already huh danielson trying SO hard not to kick hager in the dick lets go bryan chants im trying to imagine a crowd chanting for hager and its making me laugh. in what universe would this occur man that slap was loud tho hager doing his heel kiss moves, the crowd doesnt even have it in them to boo him ok now they perked up to boo him for his little walk around flex YOU SUCK chants lol bryan revvin up bryan danielson kick moves! bcc elbow moves! oh theyve been countered flips! grabs! ok lmao hager just casually took his hand out of that hold danielson cant lock him his head is just far too slippery ok he got the lock now hager really does have really long limbs tho. danielson wins with a knee! yay

uh oh its 2point0. time for the big faction beatdown oooo everyone got chased off now its jericho's time to sneak in. for the sneak attack GARCIA!!!!!! OHHHHHHH LMAO garcia's "oh i fucked up again -_-" face LOLLLLL

the wingmen are protesting in the ring huh whos theme is this oh!!! its morrissey! hes back to beat up a bunch of annoying chumps. for community service whoa! stokely is here too hiring morrissey… but for why stokely. to what ends!!! tony schiavone asking the questions i want answers to. what ARE you up to stokely! WOW AGGRO im so curious to see what becomes of the Stokely Faction

backstage with united empire whoa! don callis is here doing evil don callis stuff is he going to turn on omega, or are they both just trying to get ospreay's goat hmm :/c thinking…

whoa! kip sabian video! throwing down against pac

HELL YEAH MIRO VIDEO PROMO!!!!!!!!! darby trying to turn malakai's minions against him whoa. sting is saying stuff even. that black mist did a number on him

AHHHH CULT OF PERSONALITY??? CM PUNK!!!!!!! aww look at this sad boy (staring at a polaroid labeled DO NOT BELIEVE HIS LIES) hmm dang thats a lot of plates and screws lmao crowdguy got owned "i probably shouldnt have said that" hee hee oh youre still trying to be a good guy. keep up the terrible work at it king my foot is fine. turns out my 100% is just weak now sorry punk but also lmao how can punk turn heel he loves the crowd and the crowd loves him he could blame the crowd for encouraging him to do dumb bullshit but i feel like thats too much of what kenny said last or last last week punk in his sadlad era. he is soooooo sad and dejected ohhh!! ace steel is here. pep talk your student mr steel PUNK LOOKS LIKE SUCH A POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW LOLLLLL ohhhhh PUNK IS GETTING BULLIED AROUND A LIL jacket: OFF nips: OUT cm punk sadlad hours are OVER suddenly. just needed to get pushed around and yelled at a bit lmao ok dude really did just crumbled last week arbitrarily then huh either he oversold it or he is overly gassed up and gonna get owned again or win via the magic of Chicago (which uh. i mean. sounds lame when its just like that. we'll see)

JR arbitrates an argument between jungle boy and christian cage the spooky ambience in the background is making me laugh. opposite effect unfortunately youre not wrestling jungle boy. youre wrestling… JACK PERRY oh my. jack perry…

wardlow + ftr vs uhhhh whoops wait i wasnt looking sorry i tuned out at this point i was trying to get ingredients for lunchables

WHOA MOXLEY IS BACK the rematch is official i hope its a vicious bloody hell match i literally dont care who wins or who loses i just want a good fucking match which is what i THOUGHT i was going to get last week >:/ for dicking me around like this they will have to pull off an EXTRA good match to make it worth it. they could have just had a regular good match, but nooo, they did all this nonsense instead. now they have to make a legendary match to make up for it. is that what you wanted? pressure and expectations from me, the random viewer? biiiiiitch

backstage with the dark order oh no! preston vance is injured! evil uno is filling in to replace him! what the. andrade is here money??? the idea of andrade legitimately wanting to hire the dark order for any ends besides to sabotage them is so funny though they are not even the most competent out of the incompetent goofballs out there (the best friends, imo, are the most competent incompetents) oh i see andrade just has a compulsion, an obsession, about unmasking guys thats so funny because 10 and evil uno are like so not even REMOTELY in his path or field of view so andrade literally went out of his way to find the nearest masked guys and bully them i dont like the unmasking bits though but i can appreciate the concept of stupid badguy obsessions esp when andrade is doing them so incompetently just walking up and is like look money. hey. wanna take your mask off for me baby also 10 is always hanging out without his mask in vlogs as 10 so the privacy violation is less of a thing for him. not evil uno though leave him alone lmfao did 10 just no-sell that TASER

rush vs dante martin vs rey fenix vs yuta a taste of the ladder match on the ppv i see oh! yuta winning with the seatbelt! love to see it

backstage with alex reynolds and john silver oh no… your backups have been taken out. what now :)c oh hiiii hangmannnnn how unexpected

BEST FRIENDS ARE GOING TO LOSE 100%

i hope they at least give us a banger match on the way out though

excalibur forced to announce 10000 matches im glad they gave him more time this time around at least

the big semifinal! the elite vs united empire lmao kenny's entrance just DIGGING at ospreay there are so many crazy moves happening. im trying to pay attention however that spinny frontflip thing on ospreay though, yeowch did he get got for realsies with that "the basic sidestep" is my absolute favorite wrestling countermove ospreay just yoinking kenny's shirt off. im down for it oh kenny omega does cupping too. man's got a case of the pepperonis they pulled out all the stops i thought the elite were actually gonna lose for a hot second there

#livezon

[mutual-monsters]

playing dangerous || lee bodecker

Pairing: Lee Boedecker x afab!gn!reader

TW: Smut, fingering, degradation, pwp (more plot than smut tbh), the smut being way too short, canon-typical violence, age gap (not specified), Lee being a bad cop™, me being back on my bullshit

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Summary: Reader tries to worm their way out of being caught on an arson charge by Sheriff Bodecker

Based on THIS Lana Del Rey song (lyrics to the song are bolded and italicized)

Word count: 1,158

A/N: My first non-ask?? Gosh, am I nervous, but @becca-e-barnes was very kind in encouraging me to post this, as well as @mulberrybeat (who is the best beta-reader/bff ever)

“Everybody knows that I'm a good girl, officer.” You say whilst peering over his shoulders at the heat behind the sheriff before you, the shadows being cast by the fire highlighting the sign of aging of the older man before you.

“And I don’t doubt that darlin’, I really don’t, but seein’ as that you’re the only one that was up here, are you sure you ain't lyin’ to me ‘bout startin’ that fire?” He says, skeptical of the situation. And you, chewing on your lip while maintaining eye contact as if pondering your answer, leave a brief pause in the conversation (not long enough for suspicion to arise, but just long enough for the tension to build).

“No, I wouldn’t do a thing like that, that’s for sure, Sheriff Bodecker, sir.”

“As long as you’re positive, sugar.” His dismissive tone cuts straight through your doe eyes, noting the clear stench of smoke on your nightdress as you fumble suspiciously with the hem of it.

“The house was already on fire, I swear I’m not a liar.” Tears being to well in your eyes, and threaten to spill over (whether they are real or fake is inconsequential; they do their job).

He softens himself, opening up to the possibility of your victimhood. After all, how can someone look so innocent and do something so vile? He attempts to quell your nerves– “Are you feelin’ alright, darlin’? Is there anythin’ I could do?”

“Well, I'm a little shaken, but I'm fine, thanks for askin'.” You mutter, gazing into his eyes, and he gazes into yours, his dick hardening as you step forward slightly.

“Tell me, do you always work alone so late?” You ask, innocent as ever, in an attempt to change the subject. He bites.

“Yeah, I do, doll. ‘Couse, can’t really help it with us bein’ out here in the stick ‘n all.” He flashes a wide crooked smile, one laced with years of lies, and you wonder how he doesn’t recognize your own.

“That’s must be hard. ‘Specially at night, when- oh!” A gust of wind blows by, nearly knocking you both over, and aggravating your flaming corpse of a home.

“Shit!” He exclaims, “You must be awful cold.”

“I dunno about cold, but, gosh, I’m a little shy standing here in my nightgown.” He glances down at the hem of your nightgown and the way it rides up on your thighs, and his mind, ever so briefly, comes to its senses.

“Darlin’,” He says cautiously, “I know you didn’t set that fire, but the boys down at the station are gonna be awful upset if I don’t at least bring ya in for a bit ‘fore lettin’ ya go.”

“I understand.”

“Just turn on around so I can cuff ya.”

The cuffs snap into place and you begin to wonder if he really is as stupid as he looks.

“Do you really have to put those tight handcuffs on? They’re so cold ‘n they hurt real bad.” The plea is small but just enough to nudge his heart (and cock).

“‘M sorry, darlin’. I really am.”

A new plan hatches.

“Let’s get in the back of your cop car, officer. I’m mighty cold just standin’ out here.”

And he just jumps at the idea.

“If it’ll make ya more comfortable darlin’.”

He opens the door and helps you in, and you make sure to flash him your panties on the way. You take a minute to reassess the situation; now alone in his cruiser, helpless and tied up with a man of the law.

“Now that we’re in here, sugar, I thought I’d ask you somethin’.” He says solemnly.

Quickly turning to him, as if to appear innocent and naïve, you respond, “You can ask me anything you want, anything, anything.”

“Did you know your daddy was in that house when you struck that match?”

“Lee, I told you, I didn’t-”

“You don’t have to lie, darlin’. I won’t tell nobody. Jus’ want the honest truth.”

A beat.

“It’s the whole reason I did it, Sheriff.”

He looks down at the floor and sits in silence for a great, long while.

“That’s what I thought.”

Moving to break the tension, you speak again, “Do you have a girl? I don't see a ring on your finger…”

Lee thinks of his wife, Florence, at home. He thinks of his wedding ceremony. He thinks of the way he takes his ring off before every shift for this exact reason. He answers.

“No. No, darlin’, I don’t.” He flashes a toothy, yet nervous smile once more.

“Well, that's interesting, have you ever thought of dating a singer?” Her lips curl into a smile as well, though perhaps not for the same reasons as his.

“Well, honey pie, if I wasn't before I certainly am now.” The eye contact remains unbreaking until you gesture with your head to the burning mess behind you.

“It’s kind of exciting, don’t you think?” You say, eyes unblinking.

“The fire?”

“The risk.”

Then suddenly, he’s uncuffing me.

“Let me take those off, darlin’. T’ain’t no use for ‘em anyhow.” He says, and you know you’ve won.

I'm in love, I'm in love, love in a hurricane

I'm in love, I'm in love, love in a hurricane

I've been bad, I've been wrong, playing a dangerous game

I'm in love, I'm in love, love in a hurricane

Hurricane, hurricane

“Is there anywhere I can take you?”

“Why don’t we just stay here?”

Your lips are on his now. You taste his tongue (cigarettes and hard candy) and he tastes yours (red wine and a hint of regret). You allow him dominance, and in turn feign submission, but remain in control.

“Mmh–Lee, I need you to touch me.” You beg. He’s needy. He’s hard. You can feel it. He obliges your request, gently pressing his fingers to the outside of your already wet panties.

“Ahh– please, more!”

Ever so slowly, he slides a finger inside of you and finds your swollen clit with his thumb.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t ya, honey? Sittin’ over there talkin’ a big game, then comin’ apart on my fingers.”

All you can do is nod and whimper as he adds another finger. His thumb presses down a little harder, and the pace of his fingers increases.

“Gonna cum, dollie? Gonna cum for me? Settin’ fires just have the big bad sheriff clean up your damn mess. Tryin’ to fuck your way outta jail, dirty little slut. Well, look at ya now, can’t even fuckin’ talk, cockdrunk off my damn fingers.”

And you’re just losing it.

“You like bein’ talked to like that, darlin’? Bein’ the sheriff’s personal whore?”

And that’s enough to push you straight over the edge.

“What a Goddamn gorgeous mess you made, darlin’.” He says, sucking your juices off of his fingers.

“Lee?” You whimper out.

“Hm? What is it?”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.”

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