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My Favorite Dealer - JJ Maybank One Shot

+18 Minor DNI

Dealer Sub!JJ x Female KookPrincess!Reader (Rafe Cameron's Sister)

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A little JJ smut for my wifey and bestie @imyourdaninow Happy Anniversary, bb!!!!!!!!!

Rafe's sister really likes JJ and decides she's ready to make a move. This JJ is sweet, like sticky sweet so forewarning if that's not your thing.

Tags: @imyourdaninow @floredaqueen @romaescapes @gri959 @redhead1180

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Warning: SMUT, language, swearing, drug usage

Sub!JJ, Soft!dom Reader, unprotected p in v, shotgun kissing, fingering, oral (male receiving), oral (female receiving), BDJ (Big Dick JJ), nipple play, heavy praise, pet names, and nicknames, reader has nipple piercings; first time together not first time

Y/N Cameron's POV:

Shit.

A smile slips your lips, butterflies filling your stomach as you look down at your phone. My favorite drug dealer, JJ Maybank.

It's just a little pot... enough to take the edge off. But then, there's the late-night calls, when I'm feeling anxious; when I'm missing him. He's funny, sweet, sexy. Fuck me. Today, I'm going to do it... Make a move, take a chance. Sure, we flirt, but I want more. I want him.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

The sound sends chills down your spine as you hear a little rap on the window. "One second, J!

"No problem, y/n."

Grabbing a sweatshirt and sweatpants, you tug them on, slicking on some lipstick, and spritzing a little perfume as well. Here goes nothing. You walk toward the window, heart pounding in your chest. His shadow shifts along the drawn curtain, making you smile even brighter.

"Y/n," he grins. "How ya doing, darlin'?" His beautiful blue eyes meet yours as you tug open the window.

"Great. Thank you. And thanks for coming on such short notice. Ya know you can just come through the front door." He cocks his eyebrow at you, holding short a laugh. "Ugh, don't worry. Rafe's all bark, Jayj."

"For sure," he breathes.

"You two still-"

"Not besties?" He interjects. "Nah... Not big fans of each other, princess."

"Well, m'sorry. I can talk to him if you'd like." He shakes his head no, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "It's all good. Don't worry 'bout that, sweetheart. Umm... Can I come in?"

"Please." You draw back the curtain a little more. JJ steps in, glancing around the room.

"Shit... This is-"

"Excessive?" You sigh, making him expel an uneasy laugh. "Ward wouldn't have it any other way. You've never been in my room before. Have you?"

"Nah... You usually meet me on the roof," he hums, distracted by the childhood pictures on your wall. "Oh shit. Is Midsummers tonight?" JJ nods over to your slinky white dress in the corner.

Damn, he looks good... A well-loved t-shirt and tattered blue jeans stuffed into some work boots, blonde hair messy under his red backward hat. Your eyes meet JJ's, making his cheeks blush. "Umm... It's Midsummers tonight. Yeah?" He softens his tone, asking again.

"Oh shit," you giggle, catching yourself preoccupied. "Do you wanna come, J?"

"Where?" He lifts his eyebrow again, unable to compute what you're clearly asking him.

"To Midsummers? No pressure." His eyes double in surprise. "Be my date?"

"You want me to be your date?"

"If you'd like... I mean it's short notice; but-"

"I'd love that, y/n. I mean... I might not make it through the door. Think I'm banned for life," he blurts.

"Banned for life?" You chuckle, shooting him a look.

"M'trouble. Apparently."

You smile as you step a little closer, taking a seat on your desk across from him. "Can't imagine that," you flirt, leaning in a little more. You flutter your lashes, causing that same blush to creep across his already sun-kissed cheeks.

"Wow.... Shit. I just got really fucking nervous. Thanks for that," JJ smiles, readjusting his hat anxiously. "I truthfully have nothin' to wear."

"We can just steal something from Rafe's closet. It'll piss him off if that makes it more appealing to you."

"It does," he chuckles, dimples popping with his wide smile. He draws his backpack off his back, rooting through his stash. "So, what would you like, y/n?"

"Whatever you think I'd like best."

"Sherbert Queen it is," he rasps as he tugs at the zipper of his backpack. He thumbs through his cache, retrieving the product; setting it on the desk.

"Alright, y/n. Anything else?"

Shit… This is when he usually leaves. Just fuckin’ do it. C’mon… "Oh. Umm... No."

"Are you okay, y/n," he questions earnestly; eyes lightening on yours as you fumble over your words.

"M’perfect, Jayj. What do I owe you?"

"Nothin'... Are you kiddin' me? You just asked me out. Which I didn't know was an option, or I woulda done it first, by the way," he cheeses. "I'm not chargin' you for shit, princess." Your cheeks burn from your smile; eye, casting away as you try to build up your confidence.

Do it.

"I feel like I owe you something, Jayj." The words drip off your lips.

"No, y/n. It's on the house. Truly."

"You sure?" You hum. "I can give you whatever you want." Your eyes trail up his frame. JJ's eyes widen, darting around before meeting yours again.

"Are you askin' me what I think you're askin' me?"

"Depends, JJ. What do you want?" You lean in a little closer.

"You. Holy fuck. Are you sure?"

"Positive. Is that okay?"

"More than okay, y/n. Shit." He digs his heel into the ground, cheeks reddening. "So, do you like, like me? Or are we just hooking up? Sorry... W-Wait. Woah. Hey... Ha. Ha. Uh. Don't answer that. M'sorry."

"I like you, JJ," you answer confidently, making him suck in a bit of air.

"I... Uh-"

"Are you sure you're okay?" You soothe.

"You fuckin' with me?" He asks, only half-joking.

"JJ... I like you. Why do you think I keep buyin' pot from you?"

"I don't know. I just thought you liked my shit," he chuckles weakly as his voice cracks.

"I have no problem getting weed, Maybank... I just wanna see you."

His eyelashes flutter, lips drawing to the side. "Well, in that case, I like you too, y/n. Every time you text me... It makes me really, really fuckin' happy. And I think about you a lot. Like a lot, a lot."

"You do?"

"A lot," he repeats himself, sucking his teeth as he notices it. "Also, I'm usually pretty fuckin' cool. I mean, like, I don't usually freak out like this, anyway," he flounders.

You pinch the bottom of your sweatshirt, drawing it over your frame, tossing it away. "Jayj-"

"Oh my god," he huffs, eyes transfixed on your breasts.

"I know how you usually are. Alright? You bein' nervous is only making me like you more. I know you're cool," you razz him, giving his chest a playful shove.

"Uh yeah..." He hums, eyes still zeroed in on your tits. JJ slams his eyes shut, taking a frustrated breath. "I just - Fuck, y/n. You could have any guy at the Island Club. Why are you botherin' with me?"

"'Cause... You're sweet, you're funny, you're hot. It's a long list, Maybank. You want me to go on? I will." He batts his lashes, taking in your praises like you're speaking a foreign language, trying to pick up something he understands. "These guys are dicks, Jayj. Contrary to popular belief I don't really care about that shit. But, I'm sitting here with my shirt off, and you haven't done anything; so, if I'm reading this whole situation wrong and you're just stalling to make me feel better, just let me know-"

JJ moves toward you quickly, stealing the words off your lips as he kisses you for the first time, making everything come to a stop. He tastes sweet, cherry chapstick and kush, making you lightheaded. JJ sucks off your bottom lip nice and slow, making you whimper against his kiss.

"How much time do we have before we gotta go?" He mumbles against your lips

"Not a lot... But, there's always later."

"Later as in tonight?"

"Yeah, Jayj," you breathe against his lips.

"Fuck. I'm dreaming."

"Can I make you feel good, JJ?"

"Jesus Christ," he sighs; you can feel his smile against your lips. "You sure? Can I do anything for you?"

"I hope so ..." You reach up, snagging JJ's hat off slowly, setting it down on the desk as you continue to kiss. JJ works a little quicker, tearing himself out of his white shirt, his excitement making you swoon. He grabs your waist in his strong hands, lifting you off the desk.

Your fingers loop around the elastic band of your sweatpants. JJ watches you intently as you slip the material over your curves, revealing more and more skin. He dives for your lips again, kicking off his boots between kisses as you unfasten the button of his jeans. "Can I?" You smile, tugging at the denim.

"You can do anything you want to me, y/n," he pants. Your plump lips move to his jaw, a little further to his neck, leaving a trail of light pink lipstick in your wake.

JJ chuckles delightedly as his eyes follow the markings, lowering with you, watching you as you drop to your knees. "Are you gonna - Oh. Oh, s-shit. You are," JJ pants, like he's finally puzzled together as to why you're on your knees.

Damn, he's huge. His black briefs leave nothing to the imagination; the print of his hardened length, pitched against the fabric, precum wetting the cotton. "Y/n, I don't know..."

You stop quickly, pulling your hands away as you look at his doubtful eyes. "JJ... I'm sorry. Shit. I just - I got a little carried away. M'sorry if I'm rush-"

"You're not!" He croaks out; his voice is hoarse and breathless. "I just can't believe you wanna do this."

Your hands meet his body again, resting on his bare thighs as you look up at him with doe eyes, breathing a sigh of relief. "I really, really want to, JJ.”

"Yeah?"

"Jayj... I took off my shirt, I took off my pants, I'm on my knees; I'm fucking wet for you-”

"Wait - Really?" He questions. You chuckle and shake your head, burying your face in your palm. "Y/n, I swear I'm usually-"

"Cool, J. You are... I know. And I'm not teasing you. I can't help but laugh… You're just so fuckin' sweet. Let me suck your cock. Alright? I'm begging you," you smile.

"Well, I'm not gonna stop you, princess," he sighs blissfully.

"Thank you... Now, just relax, Jayj," you whisper as you curl your fingers around the elastic of his boxers, tugging them to his feet. "Holy shit," you breathe as you take in his size, his long, thick cock achingly stiff. You find yourself getting a little nervous yourself; JJ's dick is by far the biggest you've ever had, bigger than any toy you own. He looks down at you, a new hunger in his eyes.

Slipping your fingers under your bra straps, you slide them off your shoulders, looking at JJ through your lashes again. You draw your hands up to your cleavage, delicately drawing them over the top. Reaching your nipples, you trace small circles over the fabric."You're so beautiful, y/n," he praises; pupils blow with lust.

"So are you." You lean in, kitten-licking the precum off his head, making him shudder out a breath. He slams his eyes shut, mumbling to himself to 'chill the fuck out.'

Taking his cock in your hand, you pump slowly, your eyes on his. Your other hand massages your breast. "You're so big," you breathe as you slip your fingers under the lace of your bra slowly, toying with your nipple.

His lashes flutter, surprised to see silver sparkly jewelry. "Is that... Do you have your... I-" JJ's voice trails off, mesmerized, watching you play with the both of you at the same time. His eyes drift slowly between his thick cock and you. "Y/n. Oh my god," he groans.

Your hand retreats, moving to your back, unclasping your bra with a single hand. You let it fall forward, resulting in a downright pornographic moan from JJ as your breasts spill out, making you bite back a giggle.

You continue to touch your chest as you stroke his cock; pressing your cleavage together, pinching your nipples. JJ's breathing increases with each passing second as he watches you.

He shifts his stance when you drop both hands, nearing his shaft. JJ groans when your tongue hits his warm skin again. You draw your mouth from the base of his length to his fat cockhead, your eyes burning into his.

His breath catches in his chest as you brush your tongue from side to side on his tip; JJ looking at you through hooded eyes, trying his best to keep them open. "Y/n... So good. F-Fuck," he stammers.

Wrapping your lips around his cock you take him to the back of your throat, drawing off slowly, squeezing your lips, leaving little lipstick rings behind. "You're so - Fuck me. You're so gorgeous," he sighs, eyeing the mess.

You bob back and forth slowly and sloppily, using your hand to stroke where your mouth won't reach. Your other hand gropes his skin, tracing up his tanned body. Hollowing your cheeks, causing JJ's abs to flex under your touch as you increase your suction. You can tell he's about to lose control.

Drawing off slowly, you wrap your fingers around his cock, stroking quickly. Your breasts bounce with each thrust of the hand. "Fuck, sweetness. You look too damn good. S-Shit. I'm gonna cum," he whines.

"Yeah?" You groan. "You gonna cum for me, Jayj?"

"Mmm-ph, fuck. Yes." You return your lips to JJ's shaft, sucking his head, then dropping low, gagging when you take as much of him as you can. His brows knit tight. You feel his cock twitch on your tongue as little rivers of mascara run down your cheeks. "Y/n. Ugh... Shit," he moans, huskily.

You draw him out of your mouth, pumping rapidly. JJ's mouth falls agape, his chest rising and falling as he cums hard on your chest and tongue, ropes of pearlescent white landing on your soft skin as he paints your chest.

JJ watches carefully as you milk out the last bits of pleasure. You draw two fingers through his sticky spent, sucking them clean. "I'm dreaming... I am. Fuck me," he groans. His eyes fall shut as he lets out a satisfied sigh; a wide smile settles on his lips as he tilts his head up to the ceiling, hands covering his face.

JJ reaches for you, taking you in his arms. "Goddamn... You're really, really good at that, y/n Cameron," he pants through a chuckle, cleaning your chest with a tissue from your desk. He tries his best not to fixate on your piercings. His fingers still find a way to brush over the top, watching as they harden. "Did I tell you you're beautiful, y/n? You're so fucking pretty..."

"You did," you giggle, running your fingers through his fluffy blonde hair.

"And, you want me to do stuff to you?" He asks hopefully.

"I need it, Jayj."

He smiles widely, taking you into his arms. "All I can think about is how good you're going to taste, y/n," JJ groans. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your chest into his. He walks over to the bed, setting you on top. Curling your thighs in his arms as he pulls your warmth to his face. JJ licks the length of your pussy, causing you to arch your back, JJ chuckling sinfully. The breath of his laugh on your wetness sends chills across your skin.

His tongue works slowly through your folds, mumbling and humming as he takes in your taste. His rough hands grope your inner thighs and ass, using his hold to bury himself deep. JJ quickly locks onto your clit; sucking and flicking. "Fucking hell, JJ," you moan. He plunges in a finger, then two, working them in tandem with his mouth. He kept his ring on... You can feel the added friction, the chill of the metal as it glides in and out of your cunt.

Adding a slight curl, he finds your g-spot, making your mouth shift to a soft "o." "Like that. Huh?" He mumbles.

"Right there, J," you whimper, bringing your hands down to his hair, pulling it; drawing him closer to you as you feel yourself right on the edge. "Feels so good."

He adds a third finger, quickly brushing his tongue from side to side, sealing the deal. You cry out in pleasure, knees pressing into JJ's muscular shoulder as your orgasm washes over you. He kisses your inner thighs as he continues to pump his fingers quickly.

Your eyes drift open slowly as your body relaxes; JJ looking at you sweetly. "Fuck. That was beautiful, y/n," he whispers.

"Shit," you pant. "You're very good at that, JJ Maybank," you sigh, echoing his words through a blissed-out smile. JJ kisses you slowly, fingers raking through your hair as he rolls his hips, doing everything but slipping his stiff cock inside. He catches himself getting too caught up in the moment, stifling himself in the crook of your neck instead, breathing in your sweet perfume.

"You smell so damn good," he hums. "You taste fucking sweet, and you look like heaven. S'not fair."

"Thank you," you whisper as you kiss his face. Your hand cups his cheek, brushing it gently with your thumb as his baby blues fall to your lips. "That was amazing. JJ."

"Thanks, princess... Do you want to have - Shit. Umm... Alright. Do you need anythin' else? I can throw in some other shit for you; Blueberry, Violet, Banana Jelly." There's no mistaking his tone this time. He wants more. He was about to ask for it himself.

You wet your bottom lip, making his mouth part. "Got some - I… Shit. I brought some of that Bubble Kush you like," he stumbles through a string of jumbled words, too distracted with how beautiful you look under him, tucked in his arms.

A smile twists on your face as you take a better look at him, catching the rolled joint behind his ear. "Why don't we smoke a little?" You ask, plucking it out, resting it between your fingers.

"You're my dream girl, y/n. You know that. Right?" He whispers through a sweet smile.

The two of you crawl to the headboard, JJ snagging your lighter off the nightstand. You scoot a little closer as JJ blazes up, taking the first hit. He pinches the joint between his lips, grabbing for you, towing you closer as he puffs again, passing it to you. You straddle him, feeling his cock, hard between your thighs.

"Wow," he breathes, his large hands holding the small of your waist, drifting around to your bum before gripping it tightly. You cast your smoke up to the ceiling. His fingers dig into your ass, lips latching onto your nipple. He swirls his tongue, flicking it across your hardened flesh.

"Holy shit," you whimper.

"Mmm... The Kook Princess has nipple piercings. Huh?" He mumbles drunkenly as he cups your tits. "Ya know, I dream about this shit, y/n," he drawls. “I wasn't kiddin’.”

"You do," you smile in reply as you rest your hands on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat.

"This is so much better," he rasps.

"I do too."

"You do?"

"'Thought about you last night. And when I woke up in the morning. I've been plannin' this all day, Jayj."

He leans in, kissing you tenderly. "Been thinkin’ about you all day, too, princess."

JJ's tongue slips between your lips, rolling slowly with yours. "Promise you'll come over tonight?"

"You're not gettin' away from me, baby girl." You chuckle warmly against his lips, feeling a smile stretch on his as you hear the first bits of confidence in his voice. "You ready, doll?"

"Ready, J." JJ takes a haul off the joint, quickly bringing his lips to yours. He exhales while you inhale, his lips even sweeter than before. You wrap your fingers around his cock, pumping slowly, feeling yourself throb.

He takes another hit, bringing his lips to yours, hovering as he exhales. You breathe him in; smoke circles in your lungs. JJ watches as you stroke, letting out a soft groan when you run your fingers through your pussy, working your wetness onto his shaft.

You take the joint off his hands, placing it between your lips as JJ slides his hands up your thigh, inching closer. You take a rip of your own. Leaning into him, you blow out your smoke as he inhales, his rough finger toying with your entrance."You're so fucking wet," he mumbles against your lips before stuffing his fingers deep.

You close your eyes softly, tipping your head back as he starts to work on you again. "Holy shit," you whine as you draw the joint to your lips for one last hit. You lace your hand around the back of his neck, pressing your lips and chest against him, exhaling the shot as his fingers rub little circles on your clit.

You stub out the joint before giving him your full focus again. He sits there waiting, hoping you'll ask the question you both want to hear. "Can you fuck me, JJ?"

A wide smile stretches across his lips, his half-lidded eyes sparkling on yours. "I can't believe you just said that, princess. Say it again."

"Can you fuck me, JJ Maybank?"

"Please." He leans in nice and slow, teasing you this time as his lips hover close. His mouth presses against yours, hands wrapped around the back of your neck as he lowers the both of you to the mattress, rolling himself on top.

The kiss deepens fast, the two of you breathing rapidly. You moan onto his lips as his body weight presses you into your soft bed.

You grip his dick in your hands, guiding him closer, swirling his head through your soaked slit. Your thighs jolt as you massage your sensitive bud.

"Please," you whisper. JJ's eyes soften on yours; already on cloud 9, your delicate, sweet voice begging for him is almost too much.

JJ's lips meet yours again, swallowing your moan as he thrusts deeply, bottoming you out, pain and pleasure creating an absolutely euphoric mixture as he fills you fully. "Fuck," you mewl, pressing your hands gently against his hips.

"You okay, y/n," he whispers.

"Shit... Yes - Yeah. I'm alright." You breathe as his cock stretches you entirely. He hasn't even moved, and you can already feel his tip rested against your sweet spot.

You grab his ass, clawing your fingers into the plush of his skin, guiding him to stroke. JJ starts to rock in and out, letting you adjust to his length. "Harder, JJ. I can take it," you assure. JJ's eyes roll back at your request.

“You’re so fucking tight. Jesus Christ,” he whines. He starts to pump into you quickly. His forehead pressed against yours, your lips hovering as he sets a rapid pace; hips, striking skin, clapping through your large room.

You draw your fingers up to his lips; JJ takes them into his mouth, sucking roughly. Bringing them down to your clit, you pleasure yourself as well, rolling your digits fast.

"Shit, y/n," JJ hums. You grab your thighs, pressing your knees to your chest, allowing him to stroke even deeper. Your adrenaline is still running high; your breathing rapid as you feel yourself starting to come undone again, tightening around him.

"Y/n..." JJ stutters. "I - Holy shit. You feel so fucking good. Are you-"

"Almost."

" I won't stop... I promise," he whispers.

"Cum inside me, Jayj."

JJ grits his teeth, slowing down slightly; replacing his fingers with yours to make up for the change in tempo; brushing your clit skillfully.

"Fuck... You can't talk like that, princess," he chides through a smile. "Tryin' not to bust. Alright?" His cock drags in and out. You rest your hand on your tummy, feeling it as well.

You look down, watching JJ's thick dick glistening with your wetness. God, this feels so damn good. I don't want to cum... I don't want this to end. JJ picks up his gait, pumping deep into your core. "M'gonna ride you tonight, Jayj," you moan.

"Y/n... Shh, baby. Please," he shushes you through a breathy laugh; all his muscles wound tight. "You're killin' me, honey-"

"Harder... M'gonna-"

KNOCK. KNOCK.

JJ doesn't stop, knowing you're close. He seals your mouth as shockwaves grip your body, muffled cries of pleasure against his hand. His eyebrows knit, teeth-gritting, throwing his head back as well, doing his best to stay silent. You feel his finish, the muscles in his body spasming as he fills you with his cum.

JJ lowers his lips to you, tongues rolling effortlessly with yours like you'd been together for years; his hands drift into your hair, tugging you closer. "Holy shit," you giggle, breathlessly.

BANG. BANG. BANG. "Y/n?" Rafe calls. "Headin' out in ten. You good?"

"M'good!" You sing, feeling your high catching up with you, doing your best not to giggle.

"Hey. You smokin' in the there?"

"Sorry, dad."

"Ha. Ha. Uh, yeah. Just did a line off the bathroom counter. I don't give two fucks.

"Why don't I just meet you there? Need to take a shower; get this smell off me?" JJ's eyes widen with his smile.

"With me?" He whispers.

"Obviously," you giggle against his lips as he does the same.

"Oh, and Topper asked again if you'll go with him,” Rafe rasps.

“Ew,” JJ winces in disgust, making you laugh.

“Don't be a bitch, y/n. Alright? He likes you. I don't know why.”

“Rude.”

“M’just kiddin’.”

“That was fuckin’ rude. Want me to kick his ass?” JJ whispers, making you roll your eyes and smile.

"Tell him no, Rafey. I have a date.”

JJ brushes your bottom lip with his thumb, smiling at you dreamily, his lips meeting yours one last time. "You sure do, princess."

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𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑨𝑳 𝑨 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻. Trafalgar Law x F! Reader

🌨 a/n: so I recently been to Austria, a country I often visit since it's literally like a dream. (plus, my mom knew she was pregnant with me there, so I was used to come back to Innsbruck as much as I could with her). But in any case I got inspired there to write this little fic, that might -or not- be a multi chapter one if you all like it. The place exists and the scam part, happened to me -kinda, the airbnb existed, but not as it was listed :P- but in any case, please enjoy and don't forget to leave some feedback if you want more~ ❄ tw: a very sfw story, that might evolve into something else if you want me to keep writing about their trip 😏 ☃ wc: 2.6k

Hijacking for the first time, what could go wrong? Maybe everything, maybe nothing.

A two-month long trip all around Europe has found you on a little village of Austria. Your boots are cold, but luckily they are snow proof ones. Your skin all bumpy, your cheeks irritated. It’s been snowing all night, and despite the sun rising for now, some clouds in the sky menace with more white blessing to fall upon your shoulders very soon.

Those little mountain streets around the Alps are wonderful, they surround mountains going up and down and in a spiral way. But those are wonderful, as long as you can drive a car with heating. And you don’t have one right now.

The crunchy sound of the snow beneath your boots mix with the melody of a glacial river running in between the mountain and the road. It is certainly beautiful, the little rocks and stones being bathed by such pure and cold water, the rests of dry leaves and some moss growing on an everlasting shadow casted by tall, enormous peaks.  Everything is worth taking a picture, but you should prioritize your battery life this time around. The GPS is sometimes wonky, being that high can affect the service.

Many cars have passed by, but none of them have stopped. Little lorries carrying logs pass, cars completely drenched in dirty snow and that mix of salt that roads have during winters.

However, just when your hopes for finding someone to at least give you a ride to the next village were about to run out, the yellow shine of an old VW ban flashes before your eyes.

There, behind a curve -a very dangerous one if you ever went to the mountains- something smells like smoke and a tall man of white furry hat swears up to the skies.

You walk towards him, carefully. Who knows what is happening? Who knows who that man is capable of? There is one thing you are sure, however, and it is that this man is absolutely mad at his old van.

When peaking behind a dark wooden tree that’s now covered in spots of white snow, you discover the annoyed man is a young -handsome- one.

His van, a little rusty but still cute, seems to be having problems to keep going and the smoke coming from it shows it very well.

“Sir? Sir! Your van is catching fire!” you announce, realizing the smoke is indeed a very serious issue.

The guy of chocolate skin and tattooed hands turns around to look immediately at you and then to the back of the van. Those 70’s vehicles had actually their engines right in the back instead of the front.

And Indeed, you were right. Apparently the climb had been too tough for the poor old VW and its engine couldn’t take it any longer.

He quickly opens the back door, maybe searching for a fire extinguisher while you grab fistfuls of snow in an attempt to put down the incipient flames. Quickly enough, and with not many damages to count, the fire stops, and the only thing left is a big black spot on the back of the caravan.

“Thank you” he says, as dry as hopefully your socks. “No problem. What happened? Did the engine over heat?” you ask, curious despite his “I don’t want friends” face. “Yes; these hills are no joke. This never happened to my Polar, but there is always a first time…” he sighs, assessing the damage with a sad expression.

Apparently his van has a name; “Polar”. That’s very cute, and his eyes too. A golden shine in them looks even beautiful with the pristine white around. His tattoos do as well. You wonder about his name, and what is he doing on the road, but you are not sure if it’s proper to ask. However, he asks first.

“What are you doing here? do you have a car?” he mumbles, his voice is as attractive as he is. His eyes scan the place, but nothing catches his attention.

“No, I am actually hijacking. No one stopped so I started walking before the sun starts going down. I definitely got scammed; the Airbnb I was supposed to stay in didn’t, in fact, exist.

He grunts, almost silently. Apparently he is not happy with what happened to you but that’s it.

“Well, that’s so unsafe. I am sorry I can’t give you a ride right now. Apparently none of us have been blessed with good luck today” he says, walking around his vehicle with long legs covered in spotted jeans.

You nod. Your tongue is aching to ask about him, but you clearly catch the hint… he doesn’t want you there.

“Yep. Well, I wish you luck! I must keep going” “Same to you, be careful”

He doesn’t even look at you, something that makes you -somehow- very sad. In any case, you start walking away. There is no point in staying there… even if you have great mechanical skills that could help.

And as you do, you also have a very, very loud consciousness voice screaming at you on how could you leave him with no solution if you know it…

“Sir, you should check your water level…”  you shout, a few meters away from him. The sound of your voice echoes in the huge natural immensity of the Alps and his golden eyes finally fall upon you.

He stops moving for some seconds, lost in you. You, as well, wait for him to say something else. Something like “stay with me” or “don’t go”. A total stranger you want to hang up with. A total unknown woman he wants to protect.

“You know how to fix this?” “I do…”

Or so that was what you thought.  

No more than a couple of minutes took you to help him out. VW vans are noble machines; they are durable and easy to fix despite their particular design. And soon, as a part of your payment, the man that you learned is called Law and you drove away through intricate roads and huge snowflakes.

“Where are you going, (Name)-ya?” he asks, handing you an old cover from an old comic, Germa 66.

“I was supposed to stay for a couple of days in Bad Goisern, and then I thought of visiting Salzburg. I am on a long trip through Europe. What about you?”  you ask, cuddling with the blanket. A certain blessing for your freezing hands.

He nods, checking the breaks before going down the hill.

“I am too. I just graduated medical school and I thought of taking a little vacation before my residency starts. I’m going to be a surgeon. A cardiac surgeon” he tells, full of dreams he fails to cover up behind a tough guy expression.

You celebrate his success, and the next couple of hours become a ping pong of questions and answers. A smile on your face that leaves your cheeks hurting accompanies you until the sun hides and the little lights on the mountains start to scatter.

You didn’t want to go down in the first village, nor the second, nor the third. Law, didn’t want you to go down his van either. You named Salzburg, and he promised you to take you there.

But the night found both of you, and apparently your mechanical skills weren’t as good as you thought the would… Polar decided to stop, in the middle of nowhere during a dark, very dark winter night.

You close your eyes as the sound of rusty gears fail and Law’s annoyance grows stronger than ever. When Polar finally loses all of the power, Law manages to agonizingly park on the side of the road and a huge sighs escapes his lips.

You peak through your left eye; his DEATH tattooed fingers squeeze the wheel, and you know he will snap at any moment. But he doesn’t…

“I’m sorry. I thought- I-“ you try to give a plausible apologize, even though you had nothing to do with it.

“No. It is not your fault… it is mine- As we didn’t stop, I have completely forgotten to fuel Polar up” Law says, absolutely mortified for such stupid mistake. Apparently you were enough distraction to keep him from the basics of road tripping.

You breath alleviated and try to stop your upcoming laughter. Your grimacing did nothing to hide it, and a big burst of laughter took over the van and everything around.

Law looks at you pissed, but a soft smirk garnishes his lips. You can’t stop, perhaps it isn’t that funny… but you feel so happy right now. And you have no idea why, since you are literally stranded in a very dark wood with temperatures below 0C and snow pooling on top of that van.

“Welp, it’s ok. We should wait until tomorrow, then” you say, knowing the risks. “You- you prefer spending the night in here? aren’t you afraid of dying?” he asks, surprised.

“I am, in fact, scared of dying. That’s why I know very well I can’t walk during a snowstorm in the middle of the night in the Alps. Plus, you are too sweet to be considered a threat” you joke, searching for some chocolate inside your backpack.

Law narrows his eyes, deepening his frown. Apparently being called “sweet” and “not a threat” is not something he enjoys.

“I could cut you open and took all of your organs out during the night” he says, serious as hell. “Go for it. Don’t forget to steal my heart, doctor” you laugh, taking your jacket off.

Law is flabbergasted; he has never confronted someone like you before… but he is beginning to like it now.

A bar of chocolate that you had kept in your backpack for too long lays too close to his nose. You shake it, offering its sweetness to him.

He takes it but doesn’t eat it. Instead, his hand gets pressed against the window behind you. Law has pinned you against the door of your side. He is not a very muscular man, but he is indeed very tall and lean… if he wanted, he could do anything to you.

Your eyes widen, big as the moon. You swallow, thinking maybe walking through the forest might be a safer option.

“L-Law… I- didn’t mean to-“ you tremble, asking yourself where did you put the Victorinox blade you bought in Switzerland… it should be enough to defend yourself, right?

You notice his chest is also tattooed as his clothes open just a little. His arms, are too. His scent, despite the danger, smells deliciously tempting…

“Don’t trust strangers that easily, (Name)-ya” he whispers, a few centimetres from your lips. Letting you go after and biting the chocolate bar as if nothing has just happened.

You remain there, frozen up with your eyes widen and your lips softly trembling. He is, in fact, very right. Law is indeed a stranger, after all.

When oxygen finally begins to reach your lungs and brain again, you move and blink the dry eyes away. Silently you sit back, properly. You aren’t able to say anything, somehow you have run out of words.

You squeeze the blanket he gave you, covering you as much as you could, making yourself as tiny as possible on that old leather seat.

“Are you ok?” he asks, so nonchalantly.

“Ye-yes, I’m… ok” you mumble back, almost sticking yourself to the passenger door. “Is it ok if I go to sleep? I’m tired”

Law nods, confused. Maybe he was just joking around, but it did scare you big time. He goes down the van and opens the back doors. You look at him disappearing in the darkness until a very little glimpse of silver light coming from the moon filters through the doors.

But, soon after, fairy lights illuminate the back allowing you to discover a very cozy space behind the front seats.

“I am glad I installed this independently from the fuel tank. I have a little power generator for the back. It’s not a hotel bed, but it does the job” he says, showing you a precarious mattress covering the entire floor of the vehicle.

You smile softly, it looks cozy and pretty. The walls are full of random posters and maps, and there is even an old picture of a younger Law with three more guys wearing fancy hats with something written in the snow. You take a closer look at it, to discover it says, “Pirates of Heart” and you giggle. What a peculiar gang name.

“Law, this is really cute. You even have a lot of blankets and cushions!” you chime, easing a little bit.

“My best friend Bepo decorated it for me, I only helped him with the lights” he says, a little embarrassed.

You jump right back, leaving your backpack in the front seat and forgetting everything for the moment. What a reckless lover girl.

“I am going to sleep in the front seat, don’t worry. Use as many blankets as you need” he informs you, closing the back doors and leaving you there. You most probably were to say “no, stay here” but you simply couldn’t.

After all, this tattooed doctor is a gentleman. Right?

You let yourself rest for a bit on that improvised bed, with your sight blurring while looking at the fairy lights. The scent of the blankets and pillows is the same as him, something you secretly enjoy without even knowing. You catch a glimpse of the reflection of him sitting in the front through the back windows, at how he takes his hat off revealing a dark shade of onyx spiky hair.

For the next half an hour, or maybe less, you both become silent. The only sounds are the huge slaps of snow falling from the sky against the van and the subtle whistle of the wind filtering through the doors.

It is cold, but it’s probably colder in the front as Law is only using his Germa 66 blanket to cover up…

“Law? Are you awake?” you ask, shyly.

“Mh? Yes... why?” he asks back, with not much emotion but a soft tremble on his voice. He is probably cold, very cold.

“I feel bad for you; you must be freezing. There is plenty of room back here, you could sleep here. It’s ok with me” you say, taking advantage of not being in front of him.

Law takes a few minutes to move, but he ultimately does. He hops to where you are and sits there crossing his long legs. He is not wearing his black leather boots, so you can see Sora’s socks.

“Cool socks” you say, sitting right in front of him watching his cheeks go blushed. “Here, cover up. You are freezing, doc”

Both of you cover up with heavy blankets and fall into the mattress at the same time, facing each other.

Maybe, it is too strong to deny it. The attraction is natural, and you both can’t stop it… Exactly like the wind and cold reaching your skins.

“I am still cold” you mumble.

“I read in one of my books that the best way to keep the warmth of our bodies is to share it… skin to skin” he whispers, unable to take his eyes away from your lips.

“Is that so?” you breathe, coming closer to his embrace, allowing his arms to surround your frame and your hips to join with the other’s.

His forehead slowly touches yours, the bridge of your noses do as well. Your fingers, playfully but slowly, crawl to the crook of his neck. While his, squeeze your waist with delicate dominance. A leg that snake into the other’s, crossing, tangling…

Lips coming closer, so close. Breaths warming up, going faster and bumpy. Hearts that indeed had been stolen, the first kiss of two strangers, meeting for the very first time like two snowflakes join while falling from an endless sky

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWill they continue their journey together? 🦢

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[theskit]

Stickers AU

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Part 10

Master Post

《Prev

Red Hood and Nightwing coming to the cave on Sunday night with tales of their own encounters with the sticker kid had unfortunately not given them as much to work with as Tim had hoped.

Jason was tagging along more to hear about their encounters and to see the rest of the stickers than providing much in the way of evidence himself, what with having his helmet cams and comms shorted out for the duration of his encounter and not bringing his own sticker with him.

There was some friction when Batman and Robin made it back to the cave, it being a fairly slow evening for Gotham with no sign of the kid, which made sense if he'd gone all the way to Bludhaven to bother Nightwing.

Bruce had wanted to compile all the evidence together, and while Dick had been obliging, after they'd gotten the frankly hilarious sticker off of him, Jason had promptly refused to hand his over. Much like Damian, he'd claimed it as his own and would hear nothing else about it, only providing a picture of it after a lot of coaxing from Dick.

The corrupted audio/video file had also been less than helpful. Besides a flurry of green-tinted gray static snow and laughter so distorted it almost sounded like screaming, there was nothing else recoverable.

The sheer degradation of the files was actually impressive. That was either very good tech, or a very strong meta ability. Either way, they needed to find this kid and figure out what was up with him.

Dick at least had managed to both lay eyes on and semi-converse with the kid, though that was also bringing up questions. Such as: how did he get out of a dead-end alleyway? Which, while similar to the disappearing acts he'd pulled in Gotham, those had at least been on rooftops with clear, if possibly inadvisable, access to escape routes all around. As well as the question on why the kid was wearing a blood stained hoodie.

Yes, they had figured he'd injured himself to some degree last night, but why hadn't he changed out of those clothes? Did he not have access to more? Was the kid in a bad living situation here in Gotham instead of having come in with the rest of the out of towners for the ghost hunting convention and the stickers were something unconnected to him that he'd somehow gotten ahold of?

If that was the case, they might be looking at some sort of meta trafficking escapee, since the boy's accent very much labeled him as not a native Gothamite and most people would not move here with a meta ability with Batman's supposed dislike of metas in Gotham. A stance Bruce had taken more to discourage metas from possibly getting targeted by the revolving door of Gotham's Rouge gallery than any real prejudice.

Despite everything, the convention was still their best lead, so it was decided they would go investigate as civilians tomorrow for the last half-day it would be held and try to find more clues.

The description of a short, young male, with blue eyes and dark hair, an echoey voice, possibly still wearing a bloodstained hoodie, was not a lot go to off of in a crowd of hundreds. Maybe they would get lucky and find where the stickers came from, which might give them more of a lead.

Bruce was reconsidering the effectiveness of coming to the convention as Brucie Wayne instead of the small time criminal Matches Malone, regardless of how that may have effected that alias, as he was accosted by another non-gothamite.

Bruce had forgotten how those outside of Gotham tended to act around celebrities. People native to Gotham usually had a strong mind-your-own-business attitude regardless of where on the social scale they happened to fall.

Smiling for yet another photo, Bruce hoped his slightly-less-widely-recognized children were having more luck moving around the convention to check for leads, having abandoned him to fend for himself after the third photo ambush.

Coming on the last half-day might have also been a miscalculation, even if they hadn't had much of a choice with the timing, as it seemed to make people even bolder, knowing they would leave the city in a few short hours.

Dick was having fun roaming around the convention. Seeing all the booths set up with either crystals, tarot cards and other mystical odds and ends or EMF meters, magnetic field detectors and more scientific equipment for ghost hunting.

It all mostly went over his head, but it was interesting to talk with different people and hear all the differing accounts and history, both historical and personal, behind their choice of what equipment or mystical dodad worked best.

He'd even seen a few people cosplaying as The Ghost Busters, and he swore he'd seen a couple in full hazmat suits for a moment before he lost them in the crowd.

He had forgotten how interesting conventions could be when they weren't constantly crashed by Rogues. Dick would have to try and find time to go to more of them. The eccentricities on display reminded him fondly of all the different personalities you could find in a circus.

Damian scowled as he made his way through the crowds. This was ridiculous. There was no practical use for most of the things displayed in the various booths, as most wardings against Pit demons needed to be cast by those with magical or mystical bloodlines as far as he was aware, and to date there was no known scientific way to capture or quantify Pit demons.

Most of the 'evidence' provided by both sides was also suspect. Generally involving blurry photographs and 'spooky vibes'.

There was also a marked dearth of younger people in the crowds. Mostly consisting of small children accompanying their parents with few teenagers, such as a redhead female approximately his age he'd spied a time or two due to the eye catching color of her hair, to be seen.

Jason had decided to leave the convention a little early. Despite the fun he had watching Bruce get mobbed by out of towners with his Brucie mask on, something about wandering the crowds was riling up the Pit.

Maybe it was the crowds themselves, all those people blatantly not from Gotham, who *did not belong* here. Or maybe all the talk of death and ghosts and what came after, but *something* had his aggression ramping up out of the blue as he made his way around the convention.

Randomly feeling the need to punch something wasn't exactly new, but the sheer number of times he'd started seeing green out of nowhere was worrying, so he'd called it quits.

He'd check in with Dick later to see if any new leads had been found.

Danny breathed a sigh of relief as Jazz came to collect him. Everything was already packed up in the RV and it was time to grab whatever he wanted for the ride back as their parents wanted to get ahead of the leaving crowd.

He'd been feeling something wandering the convention for the last few hours. Not quite enough to set off his ghost sense, but definitely at least ghostly-adjacent.

He'd been doing his best to navigate away from the feeling any time it drew near, not wanting a fight to break out between him and whatever territorial spirit had decided it was a good idea to haunt ghost hunters.

Hitting up a nearby coffee shop for a hilariously named Deathwish coffee and a pastry for the road, Danny saw a guy wander in, take in the line almost out the door, and nearly fall into a seat instead.

Holding his head in his hands, it looked like the guy was almost nodding off where he sat. Poor dude had eyebags darker than Danny had the time Technus, Skulker, Ember and a swarm of Blob ghosts had all decided the night before a major test was a great time to invade Amity with their shenanigans.

Taking pity, Danny ordered a second coffee, handing it to the guy with a little surprise attached before heading out. Hopefully it would brighten his day a little.

"You look like you could use this."

Tim glanced up from his seat at the coffeeshop table as a younger teen placed a large coffee cup and a few napkins down on the table.

The other boy was out the door before Tim could even fully process that some kind soul had taken pity on him and saved him from having to stand an eternity in line before getting his hands on the much needed caffeine.

Blessing whoever it was silently, Tim took a large swallow, closing his eyes a moment as the strong coffee helped kick his brain back into gear. Ahh, Deathwish, my beloved, hallowed be thy beans.

Standing up, he grabbed the couple of napkins to take with him, feeling an odd stiffness to them. Shifting the top napkin out of the way, Tim boggled at the sticker staring back at him for a moment before bolting out the door.

Looking around frantically, he was just in time to see the boy on the other side of the road, getting into a frankly absurdly proportioned vehicle before it sped down the street, barely keeping from sideswiping at least three other cars before careening around a corner and out of sight.

Well, he thought as he glanced from the sticker to where the vehicle had disappeared, at least something that... distinctive, should be easy to track down...

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#Stickers AU #dpxdc #theskit writes #danny makes his own stickers :3 #and now danny is running around gotham like a gremlin #with a pocket full of homemade stickers #whatever will he do with them? 😈 #now Tim finally has his own personal sticker! #he was feeling slightly left out that only his bike got a sticker when everyone else got one personally

[scarletsknight]

house call

wc: 3.6k

pairing: eddie x afab!reader

synopsis: after making a delivery to your house, your dealer decides you shouldn’t spend friday night alone

cw: 18+ mdni!!, smut, use of marijuana, pet names, brief mention of reader having glasses but not wearing them, teasing, eddie’s rings (yes it needs to be a warning), nipple play, oral sex (receiving), multiple orgasms, marking, lowkey dumbification, sex while under the influence, protected sex, eddie has a big dick but wbk, pretty much pwp

***repost cause t*mblr is anti black and shadow banned my other account 🙄

You were trying to carry all the snacks you grabbed from the kitchen to your bedroom when you heard the doorbell ring.

“Shit,” you muttered. 

You know you told him to be here at 9, but you weren’t expecting him to be on time. 

“Just a second!” you yelled. You ran upstairs to throw the arm full of snacks onto your bed before you went to answer the door. 

You opened the door and immediately felt the fluttering in your stomach as a smile made its way to your face. 

Leaning against your doorframe, wearing his signature hellfire shirt, along with his black leather jacket and ripped jeans, he lifted his head to meet your eyes.

“Good evening, miss. I believe you requested a house call." 

"Hi, Eddie,” you smile even wider, “Thank you so much for doing this,” you step aside and let him into your house. 

“Of course, sweetheart. Anything for my favorite customer,” he smiled at you as he passed by. Eddie’s eyes scanned down your figure, a smirk playing on his lips, “You didn’t have to get all dolled up for me,” he said. 

Forgetting what you were wearing, you look down at the old AC/DC shirt and pajama shorts you had on, along with your fuzzy socks.

You roll your eyes and scoff, “Shut up." 

Eddie follows you into your dining room, where you sit at the table. Placing his little black tin box on the table, Eddie sits across from you. 

Your relationship with Eddie was…interesting. You know how most people at school perceive Eddie, but you don’t care. You ignore the weird looks your friends give you when they see you openly talking to him in the cafeteria or in the hallways and the things they make up about Eddie to try to get you to stay away from him.

When you found out he sells weed, he was the first you went to since he was the only person in town you trusted enough to buy from. After that, the two of you started talking more, your relationship forming into some sort of friendship. Eddie always thought you were crazy befriending him, but that’s also what he liked about you.

"So, I have two choices for you,” he took out two plastic bags, “alien thrax and peanut butter cookies." 

You laugh, starting to believe that he’s just making up the names of the strains at this point.

"What’s your recommendation?” you ask, leaning closer with your elbows on the table.

“I haven’t tried the cookies yet. It’s some new shit I got from Rick, apparently from California. But this,” Eddie shakes the bag of alien thrax in his left hand, “will get you where you need to be. A personal favorite of mine.”

You carefully made your decision.

“I’m gonna trust your judgment on this one,” you pointed to his left.

“Chose wisely. I’ll even throw in a little extra.”

“You always this generous with all your customers?”

“Just the pretty ones that spend Friday nights alone.”

You smile at the compliment.

“I’d very much rather be alone than at another one of those stupid parties.” you roll your eyes at the thought.

“What if I propose something better than you just spending the rest of the night alone, getting high?”

“What?”

. . .

Soft giggles spill from your lips as you take the joint from Eddie.

“What?” he asks with a lazy smile.

“I never thought I’d be smoking in my bedroom with Eddie Munson.”

“What would the perfect posse say if they knew?” he jokes.

You shrug, “I don’t give a shit about what’d they have to say.”

A beat of silence passes between you before Eddie speaks again.

“Can I ask you something?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“Why are you even friends with them? I mean, I don’t know shit, but you don’t seem to like them very much.”

“I can tolerate them to a point. But I wouldn’t say they’re my friends. Jenna’s the only reason why I get invited to parties and sit with them sometimes. We’ve been best friends since third grade, and I guess she didn’t wanna just leave me behind when she joined the cheer team.”

He smiles at the thought, familiar with Jenna as the only other person from your “friend group” relatively nice to him aside from you.

“Well, you know if you ever need an escape from them or anything, you can always come find me.”

“I will.”

Eddie likes this. Being able to just sit here with you and talk. He likes that you’re comfortable enough to open up to him. He likes that you don’t care with him. He likes the habit you have of scrunching your nose when the smoke hits the back of your throat. And the way you keep tucking your hair behind your ears every time he compliments you. And the way that you stare at him when you think he doesn’t notice. And-

“Now, wait a minute,” Eddie’s eye catches something sitting on your desk, “Are those what I think they are?” he asks, moving across the room.

“No-”

“I thought you stopped wearing these after middle school,” he picked up your glasses.

Embarrassed, you jump to your feet and try to take them from him, but the height he had on you works to his advantage.

“Eddie-”

“Jesus, you’re as blind as a bat,” Eddie put them on, and you couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Eddie!” you whined, snatching the glasses off his face. “I only wear them at home sometimes-” you pause and backtrack, “Wait, you remember me from middle school?”

“Yeah, of course. I’m pretty sure you were the only person who didn’t call me cancer kid because I-”

“Was bald!” you gasp as the memory comes back.

“Hey! I wasn’t bald. I just had a buzz cut.”

“Same thing,” you giggle, “But you’ve redeemed yourself.”

“Yeah?”

You don’t know when you got so close, but you can feel the warmth radiating off his body. You’re so close you can tell how pink his eyes are and could smell the weed on his breath.

“Yeah,” you have no resistance to the urge to brush his hair out of his face, “s'very pretty,” you mumble.

You feel Eddie’s hands rest on your hips, the two of you still not saying anything. He just stared at you while your gaze falls to his lips. You just wanted to know what they felt like or how’d he taste against your tongue.

Eddie softly calling your name brought you out of your thoughts.

“What?”

“I really wanna kiss you,” he says.

“Okay.”

“Can I?”

You’re nodding, “Yes-” before you could get the word out, you’re already cupping his face.

This is not what you imagined. No—it was so much better.

His lips are soft and taste like smoke. Eddie’s hands moved to grab your waist, pulling you even closer than you already are.

You part your lips to grant your lungs the oxygen they’ve been aching for, and you moan into Eddie’s mouth as he slips his tongue past your lips. Your fingers found their way into his hair, tangling in his messy curls.

The back of Eddie’s legs hit your bed, and he fell onto the mattress, bringing you with him. You dropped with a bounce, your legs landing in Eddie’s lap as he found your lips again. Eddie couldn’t get enough of your lips, tasting of weed and something sweet. His hand rests on your thigh, and the cool metal of his rings bites into your skin deliciously. 

You moan against his lips, thinking about the imprints his rings could decorate your skin with, marking you as his. 

“You keep doing that, it’s gonna make it harder to stop.” Eddie says lowly.

“What if I don’t want you to stop?" 

Eddie lowly cursed under his breath. 

"You don’t know what you’re doing to me, angel." 

You grinned as your lips connected again. Eddie slides his hand between your legs, inching closer and closer to your core. You sink your teeth into his bottom lip when you feel his fingers come into contact with your pussy. Eddie groans from the pain as his cock twitched in his jeans. You were much more sensitive to his touch from still being high, so when he firmly pressed two fingers against your clit, close your legs around his hand with a whimper. 

"So responsive, princess,” Eddie hummed. 

“Eddie, please,” you whisper.

“What, baby?”

“Please touch me,” you flutter your lashes at him. 

Eddie starts trailing kisses down your neck as one of his hands slips under your shirt, finding the hem of your shorts and toying with it. With his lips not occupying your mouth, moans freely tumbled out as Eddie left kisses and lovebites down your throat. 

You lifted your hips from the bed when you felt Eddie beginning to tug at your shorts. Tossing them to the floor, Eddie cups your sex, humming when he feels your wetness seeping through the thin cotton. 

“This for me, baby? You get all this wet just for me?” he asks with a teasing grin.

“Yes. God, Eddie, please,” you whine, feeling his finger run up your slit. 

Eddie tears your underwear down your legs, throwing them over his shoulder before he coats his fingers in your slick. You widen your legs for him, and he starts stroking your clit. Eddie started to tease you, slowly circling your sensitive nub with the tip of his finger. 

“You’re so wet, angel,” Eddie cooed, “I could probably just slip right in,” he watched your face melt into pleasure as he slipped a finger inside of you. Your hips rise against his hand, trying to get more than what he’s giving you. 

“M-More. I need more." 

Eddie laughs as he adds a second finger, "Always giving you more than I should. You’re pretty spoiled, you know." 

"Can’t blame me when you’re the one always spoiling me,” you say with a smirk. 

Eddie watches as the smirk gets wiped from your face, moaning when he curls his fingers against your velvety walls. 

“Fuck, Eddie. That feels so good." 

"Yeah? You’re taking my fingers so well, sweetheart," 

You were no longer fighting the noises that spilled out of your mouth. Eddie presses his thumb to your clit, and he feels your walls open up for his digits even more. 

Your eyes flutter shut, and your head falls back, feeling the cool metal wrapped around his ring finger digging into your warm skin. The tips of his fingers reach that sweet spot inside you, hitting it each time he pumps his fingers in and out of you. 

"Eddie.”

“What is it, baby?”

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you pant. 

“Yeah? You wanna cum all over my fingers?" 

You eagerly nod your head. 

"Come on, be a good girl and cum for me.”

Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave of euphoria, your legs clamping shut around Eddie’s hand. Eddie held your convulsing body as he continued to finger you through your orgasm. 

You pushed his hand away when he started to overstimulate you. 

You buried your face into Eddie’s neck, catching your breath. 

“I bet you taste as good as you look,” you heard Eddie say. 

You lift your head to see him examining his fingers covered in your juices; even the ring on his finger glistened in your slick. 

When Eddie brought his fingers to his lips, you felt your insides coil and pressed your legs together with a small whimper.

After licking his fingers clean, Eddie started repositioning your legs so he could settle between them. 

“You gonna let me get a real taste of you, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, slowly rubbing his hand up and down your thigh. 

You nodded. 

“I’m gonna need words, baby." 

"Yes,” you said barely above a whisper.

The smile stretched further across Eddie’s face as he lowered himself onto his stomach and pulled you closer to his face by your thighs. 

No one’s ever gone down on you. The guys you’ve hooked up with in the past were too selfish or clueless to do so. But Eddie’s clearly neither of those things. He parts your folds with his tongue, licking a fat stripe up your slit, letting your juices flow onto his tongue. 

“Eddie,” you mewl. 

“Yeah, baby?”

Looking down at him between your legs, you think your brain short-circuited, seeing his lips wet and swollen with pupils dilated twice their size, and you’re sure it’s not just from the thc.

“Please, don’t stop." 

Eddie grins as he lowers his head again, taking your clit between his lips. Your arms could no longer support you, and you dropped your head to your pillows. Eddie pulled your legs over his shoulders, his blunt fingernails digging into the plush of your thighs as he buried his face into your pussy. 

One of Eddie’s hands slides up your torso under your shirt, cupping your tit in his hand. Your gummy walls fluttered around Eddie’s tongue, feeling his nose nuzzling into your clit.

Your whimpers and moans mixed with the obscene sound of him fucking you with his tongue filled the room. You could feel that knot in your stomach tightening as Eddie ate you out like a starved man. 

"My fucking god, Eddie, what are you doing to me,” you moan. 

He laughs, the vibrations from his mouth shooting straight up your spine. 

You tangle your fingers in his hair again, keeping him right where you need him, rolling your hips against his face. 

“Please, Eddie,” you look down at him briefly to see him completely lost in the feeling of you on his tongue, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum again,” you throw your head back. 

Eddie swirls his skilled tongue around the bundle of nerves. Your back arches away from the bed, and Eddie wraps his arms around your thighs to keep you from moving as you came. 

Eddie continued to lap at your folds, making sure not to miss a single drop. He came up from between your legs, half his face covered in your juices.

“That was so fucking hot,” he licked his lips and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. 

You grin as you grab his shirt and pull him closer, crashing your lips into his. The taste of you still staining his lips and tongue. 

“Eddie.”

“Mhm?” he hums, kissing your face. 

“Please fuck me,” you say against his lips. 

You hear a low groan rumble in his throat. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I want you so fucking badly,” you tell Eddie. He sees the glimmer of mischief in your eyes when you slide your hand between your bodies and palm him over his jeans. “I know you want me too,” you smile, feeling how hard he is through his clothes. 

“So fucking badly,” he says, cupping your jaw and bringing your lips to his. 

You begin to tug at his shirt, silently telling him you want it off. He granted your wish, breaking from the kiss to pull the shirt over his head. You barely have time to admire the ink decorating his skin before Eddie’s claiming your lips with his again. 

You tug Eddie closer by the leather belt wrapped around his waist and begin to unbuckle it before he stops you.

“Wait—shit,” he groans.

“What?”

“I don’t have anything.”

“Second draw in my nightstand,” you tell him, and he raises his eyebrows at you, “What? Better safe than sorry,” you say. 

Reaching into the second drawer in your nightstand, Eddie locates the box of condoms. Eddie was less bitter when he found the box was still unopened. 

You sit up on your elbows, looking at Eddie as he stands in front of you. Your eyes trail down his toned figure to the little tufts of hair on his lower stomach. You press your thighs together and bite your lip thinking about where following the happy trail would lead you.

Eddie notices you ogling him. Giving you what you want once again, Eddie pushes his jeans down his legs along with his underwear, allowing his cock to spring free of its confinements.

You feel all the air leave your lungs, and you hear Eddie laugh from the expression on your face, continuing to stroke his ego.

He really just walks around like this??

You pick up your jaw, realizing how dry your mouth is, and bring your eyes back to his face.

Eddie rolls the condom onto his shaft, stroking his length in his hand while pushing your legs apart with the other.

“What, princess? Don’t think your pretty little pussy can take me?” he challenged.

You furrow your brows, “I can.” you say, knowing damn well he could break you in half. (and you would gladly let him)

“We’ll see about that,” he said with a wink.

Lining his cock up with your entrance, Eddie takes his time. It was hard to hold himself back when he felt the way your warm wet walls opened up for him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he sighs.

Your eyes screw shut as the painful stretch melts into pleasure. The last few inches slip in easily with how wet you are. Eddie softly grunts once he’s bottomed out.

“Eddie,” you whine.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” he peppers kisses all over your face.

“You feel s-so fucking big. Feels so f-fucking full,” you stutter.

“Yeah? You like that, don’t you? Being filled up by me.”

“Eddie~” he laughs when he feels your pussy flutter around his cock.

“That’s my name, princess,” he grins, kissing you.

“Please move.”

He drew his hips back, almost pulling out of you completely, only leaving the tip in before sliding back in.

Eddie rested his forehead against yours, finding a steady rhythm to fuck you.

Eddie started trailing kisses down your neck as his hands pushed your shirt up over your chest. His mouth enclosed around your nipple while his fingers toyed with the other. He tweaked the perky bud between his fingers, making you cry out, and soothed the pain with his mouth, circling his tongue around your areola.

“Eddie, please.”

“What, sweetheart?”

“Go f-faster,”

“So demanding,” he huffed.

He grabbed your waist, bringing your hips to meet his in sharp slaps, and you held onto his shoulders, your moans deliciously filling his ears.

The sight beneath him is one Eddie wants etched into his brain forever; you shamelessly crying out for Eddie as he fucked you the way you deserve.

Your nails scratched down Eddie’s chest, leaving red streaks on his skin. He hissed from your nails digging into him, but that only seemed to fuel the fire you’ve ignited in him.

“Please-shit, don’t stop-fuck—please,” you stumble over your words as you place your hand on your headboard to prevent your head from hitting it.

“Look at you, baby. All fucked out from my cock, you can’t even form full sentences.”

“F-Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah?” Eddie pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing sloppy, uncoordinated circles, “Come on, princess. Let me feel that pretty little pussy cum around my cock.”

Eddie tried his hardest not to cum before you. He wrapped his arms under your thighs, fucking you even harder that the headboard started banging against the wall.

“Yes—fuck, Eddie!”

Your eyes roll back into your head, and your limbs go numb. Your pussy had a vice grip on Eddie’s cock, making it harder for him to move.

Eddie dropped his head to your shoulder, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he released his load into the condom.

For a minute, the room is only filled with your heavy breathing as the two of you come down from your highs.  

Eddie’s body slumps against yours as you wrap your arms around his neck. You softly run your fingers through his hair while he presses kisses to your damp skin. 

He finally lifted his head, studying your face as he brushed your hair away from the features he adores so much. 

“Hi,” his nose brushes yours. 

“Hi,” you giggle before he presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“Are you okay?” he asks. 

“Better than. You have no idea how long and how badly I’ve wanted this—wanted you,” you say. Your words make Eddie’s soft cock twitch against your walls as he is still inside you.

“Don’t try to get me started again, princess,” he groaned, slipping out of your heat and falling down onto your bed next to you. 

You rolled over onto your stomach and landed right on Eddie’s chest. You giggled as you kissed him before getting off the bed. 

“Shit,” you grab onto your dresser to steady yourself on your wobbly legs.

“Need help?” Eddie asks with a laugh, watching you walk like a baby deer to your bathroom. 

“Fuck off,” you say to him over your shoulder.

Slipping your shorts back on, not even bothering with your soiled underwear, you reenter your room to find Eddie with his jeans back on but still lounging on your bed shirtless. 

Eddie’s eyes followed you as you walked back over to your window, picking up the joint the two of you never finished. 

You strike a match, having no idea where the lighter Eddie had earlier went, and let thick clouds of smoke fill your lungs. 

You lift your head to find Eddie staring at you. 

“What? You promised me we were gonna smoke, and we never got to finish,” you explain as you stand between his legs. 

He shrugged, “We got sidetracked. It happens,” Eddie wrapped his hand around the back of your thighs and pulled you down onto his lap. 

You bring the joint to Eddie’s lips, his hands too occupied with cupping your ass, and he takes a long drag.

“You gonna let it happen again?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. 

“Only if you will,” Eddie says before exhaling the smoke he was holding in his lungs. 

“Nothing wrong with a little bit of a distraction." 

a/n: if it seems rushed it kinda was :/ i was h*rny and eddie has been plaguing my mind since i finished season 4. but thank you sm for reading <33 feedback is appreciated!!

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[running-with-the-feels]

I will be doing that Kenshi character analysis when I have more free time (life's been hectic lately), but until then, please take my headcanons:

Kenshi chews hard candies. This is apparently a genetic trait since Takeda does the same thing.

Frost's real name is Morya (pronounced mori-ya) and she's Russian and Kazakh.

Her hair was also originally black but turned white with age. Which is a common thing for cryomancers, the fact that Kuai Liang has any black hair at his big age is nothing short of a miracle.

Sonya is a kleptomaniac and was a chronic shoplifter in her early teen years (a habit that took months to break). Nothing big just some snack food but she still finds herself pocketing things she's not supposed to.

Liu Kang's favorite song is One Week by Barenaked Ladies. If he's being honest, it kinda reminds him of his relationship with Kung Lao. (I have so many Liu Kang headcanons it's unreal but I'm going to limit myself to one for this ask)

This one's long:

Bi Han, before being kidnapped by the Lin Kuei, wanted to be an opera singer. He wasn't good at singing to start out, but one of his mom's friends worked at an opera house and was happy to give him free lessons. After being initiated into the Lin Kuei he was banned from indulging in hobbies as they were seen as meaningless. But he continued to practice if he had time on solo missions. He saw it as his own act of freedom/rebellion.

Then Hanzo tore his head off. As Noob he didn't even get to try, since the whole mind control business. Sometimes he'd find himself unconsciously falling back into old habits leading to people being unnerved when Noob fucking Saibot started hitting notes high enough to crack glass at them like some kind of horror movie.

Even after getting his humanity restored, his vocal cords were permanently damaged and pushing his voice too hard results in coughing fits, soreness, and losing his voice for days at a time. And when he does sing, it's strained and sometimes hurts. But if Bi Han's anything it's stubborn so he continues to "build up his tolerance" as he calls it.

EEEEEEEEEE can't wait to see it and I love these

The first time Sonya sees Kenshi chew a hard candy she walks straight into a wall in horror. Cassie does the same when she catches Takeda doing it.

The only people allowed to call Frost Morya are Kuai Liang and Cassie. Kuai Liang only ever does it when she's ill or injured and though she'll never admit it she finds it very comforting, and Cassie calls her that whenever she wants to kiss her really bad (bc Frost always kisses her when she does)

Kuai Liang still has black hair that oddly shows no sign of greying, but his eyes tend to flicker between their normal brown and a terrifyingly bright blue whenever he has a strong emotion, a trait also common in cryomancers.

Johnny is actually Sonya's biggest supporter in breaking her habit of nicking things and is the only person she's ever met that hasn't judged her for it, which she appreciates

Kung Lao's fav song is all star by smash mouth and he's the one who introduced Liu Kang to most of the music that Liu Kang knows (pls tell me your Liu Kang hc if you get the chance, I Beg)

Bi-Han used to sing lullabies to Kuai Liang and Tomáš in the Lin Kuei and Enenra can still be founding humming the tunes along to himself after a hard battle.

Noob got a bit of a reputation as a siren in the Netherrealm bc if you heard him singing it meant you were already dead.

After they resurrected Bi-Han and he began living at the Lin Kuei temple with Kuai Liang, Hanzo eventually came to apologize for killing him, it didn't go well but Hanzo is trying to atone and Bi-Han is struggling to stay angry about it (especially when Kuai Liang wants them to get along so bad)

Hanzo found out about the damage to his vocal chords and sought out an edenian tea said to be able to aid in the healing of such wounds, gifting it to the shadow wielder as part of his apology.

Bi-Han will never admit it but it actually works and being able to sing without pain again, even if only for as long as the tea is in effect, is the first thing to make him really feel human again

#love these hcs dude #bi han #takeda takahashi #kenshi takahashi #liu kang #kung lao #liulao #kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #sonya blade #johnny cage #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x #mortal kombat 11

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 115. brb x oc

a/n: so I'm stiill waiting on tumblrs email...it's uh, its really weird lol. But at least I'm not shadow banned ( apparently ) so...that's good??? I'm just going through it my guys, it's been a journey. Anyway, smut in the next chapter, it's been a while.

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none.

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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He waits for her at the balcony, seeing that she was still trying to mingle with the rest of Marcus’ friends and he had a feeling she’d need the gust of fresh air when she got outside. He turns the mocktail glass on the railing, the bottom scraping against the surface and creating a gritting repetitive sound that could still be heard even with the music and talking from the inside.

Bradley just smiles the second he sees her, her face flushed and smile so bright it was like she’d overshine the lights inside the room. He flicks two fingers her way in a simple wave, seeing his wife speed her step and part the doors open, her sandals clicking on the floor as she makes her way over, immediately hugging his neck and kissing him, “I’m sorry!’ she mutters against his lips, “Everyone was tugging me inside.”

‘I know, Miss Popular.” she laughs on his mouth, “You are just too precious to share so everyone needed to have you.”

Beatrice pulls back to smile at him kissing his chin, “You are my favorite one though.”

“Hm?”

“To have me.” she wasn’t drunk, she had no alcohol, but her boldness surely wasn’t missed by his already fired up brain. He just smirked, slowly,like a predator ready to bite at her words, leaning down to press a trail of kisses down her cheek towards her neck.

“Don’t tempt me,Mrs.Bradshaw.”

‘Never,Mr.Bradshaw.’

Bradley’s hands slide down the slope of her waist towards her ass, “No one is looking.” he says when she stiffens as soon as she feels those warm hands digging into her buttocks, “Too busy paying attention to anything but us.” and he hums, again like a big cat purring, as his fingers feel the outline of her underwear under the soft dress, “You look fucking out of this world.”

Beatrice’s arms around his neck tighten and she giggles, nuzzling his shirt, “I do look pretty good.”

He smirks, proudly, “Hell yeah you do, you always do.” her response was still a bit quiet and shy but he was happy that she agreed, “You look amazing every single time.”

“Stooop!”

“No.”

She tries to squirm away when he playfully nibbles her neck, squeaking out a laugh as his mustache tickled her skin, her hands slapping his chest in hopes it’d stop him from almost biting her neck but in reality…she didn’t care. She just wanted to be held by him.

That night…was turning out to be so incredible. Not only did she met the biggest names in the fashion industry, but she also met Ashley Graham. She loved that woman so much, she looked up to her so much and tonight she held her hands and told Beatrice how wonderful she looked and how amazing she did!

Beatrice was over the moon, because it seemed like her life was just what she always wanted as a child. She was so happy because this change started the second she saw Rooster in the bar, that was the turning point.

Her husband was special that way.

“Okay maybe I don’t want you to stop.” she whispers, drawing random shapes on his shirt with a little cheeky smile, peeking up at him through her lashes, “I kinda like hearing your voice telling me nice things, because I love your voice so much.”

Rooster’s smirk only widened and his lips dragged up to her ear where he whispered a “Good.” that made Beatrice giggle again and shudder in his hold, “But I’m glad you are having fun.”

“I am.” she says, “Oh! I need to check my phone,I hadn’t checked the whole night, what if my parents called and-”

“They could call me too.” he suggests, leaning his head back with his eyebrow up, “And my phone has nothing…don’t worry gorgeous,it’s okay. Everything is okay,Nikki is fine.”

Beatrice frowns, looking down at her phone to see that yes, much like Rooster, it was free of any messages from her parents but that didn’t make her feel any better. Because while she was happy,she missed their daughter so much, that little angel was such a blessing she couldn’t help it, “Do you think she’s having fun?”

“You know she is.” she pouts harder, “Gorgeous…”

“I just miss her,Roos.”

“I know baby,I know.” he loves Beatrice and how expressive she was, undoubtedly Nicole got that from her, his lips touching her scalp then the bridge of her nose, “She’s fine,she’s having a lot of fun, she really is.”

“Yeah…you are right.”

“Just like her mama.’ he smirks, digging his hands into her ass just a bit more, bringing her closer to his chest, “Who’s looking so nice and smelling so good it’s making me think very,very naughty thoughts.”

Beatrice bites her lower lip after putting her phone away, blushing a deeper shade of red and giggling at him, “Roos…” she could feel his hands still squeezing and massaging her ass with gusto, something he never got tired of doing not matter what time, “Well…I-I’m glad that you do…because um…so am I.”

Bradley’s eyes darkened over her words, his lips quirking up even higher and he gave a fleeting glance towards the party, then back down at his watch, “Do you need to stay much longer? Or can we leave?”

Beatrice looks back at the party much like he did, then chewed her lower lip, “I think we can leave,I don’t think there’s anyone else I have to talk to tonight.”

Music to his ears.

He kisses her lips soundly, giving her left buttcheek a gentle slap - again, no one was looking at them - before he interlaced their fingers and they marched back inside. They had to walk through the guests to leave, they could talk to Evelyn and Jake on the way out, they knew the two wouldn't bat an eye at their hurry out.

If Rooster’s absolute shit eating grin was any sign that is.

But before they reached the door, Marcus’ shiny suit appeared in front of them, “Darlings!” he coos, throwing his hands up with four assistants behind him, “Oh my darlings! Are you two leaving?”

“Uh, yeah.” Rooster replies, looking down at Beatrice, “I think it’s time for us to go.”

“Of course, of course.” Marcus said, looking back at his assistants with his hands clasped together, “But before you do.”

The four short assistants marched up to the front, holding boxes in different sizes and shapes, some of them so big they couldn’t see the top of the assistants’ heads. Beatrice parted her lips in surprise, “Marcus– no no no! You already gave me gifts-” but that was too late because the group was walking out of the building with Marcus following behind.

And the two of them knew they had to follow as well, “I’ll unlock the car.” Rooster mutters, kissing her temple and walking ahead to reach the Bronco, Beatrice watched with a little confused smile but hugged herself, almost in disbelief at what was happening.

She couldn’t hear what Rooster was telling Marcus and his assistants, but he was grinning when he opened the car for them to put everything inside. Beatrice walked close enough to catch bits and pieces of the conversation.

“You are just going to spoil our daughter,Marcus.” Rooster says,”She already got so much from you.”

“Don’t be silly,I love the little princess! And there are gifts for you two as well. What sort of boss would I be if I didn’t do that?”

Beatrice noticed how the boxes had the same greek motif as the launch, she knew these were the clothes she wore during the photoshoot…and a few more, because she knew Marcus. She just knew him way too well.

“Thank you,Marcus.” she whispers as the assistants keep on putting on the boxes inside the car, leaving space in it enough for them to put Nicole in her seat when they went to pick her up. She was thankful that it wasn’t that late and her parents, ever since they had the new round of grandchildren, would usually stay late anyway so they wouldn’t wake them up.

“Darling.” Marcus smiles, tilting his head a bit and hugging her again, this time the hug had even more feeling and care, he was thanking her without words, gently rubbing her back, “Oh,darling, you don’t have to thank me.” he whispers, “You did wonderful, everyone loves you…you are magnificent.”

Beatrice just smiles shyly at the compliment, air kissing Marcus as he holds her hands in his, giving her another grin, “Anyway! I must go back to the party, do not worry,I’ll make sure Evelyn stays hydrated because of the little one.” he says, “Now you two drive safely, you hear? Do ring me, darling, when you get home.”

“I will Marcus.” she nods, “Thank you.”

“Anytime,darling.” he grins one last time, then says goodbye to Rooster with a hug and a pat on the back, “Very well! Everyone,inside! I didn’t see any of you eat!”

“But,Marcus, we did eat.”

“Oh?Well…there’s always room for more!” he laughs with a gentle toss of his head, letting his assistants walk inside first as he stands on the sidewalk watching the two enter the car. He waves his fingers in a gentle wave, one that Beatrice reciprocates as she latches on the seatbelt.

She turns her body a bit more as they drive off, seeing Marcus’ body get smaller and smaller the farthest they get from his house…and Beatrice falls back on her seat with a smile, closing her eyes with a pleasing sigh, smiling even more when she feels Rooster’s large hand engulfing hers.

“My girl.” he says,gently shaking her hand and then bringing it up to his lips to kiss her knuckles and the back of her fingers, “You did so amazing tonight.”

‘Thank you,Roos.” she replies, bringing his own hand to her mouth to kiss his fingers as well, then nuzzled against his knuckles with another sigh, “I…I’m really happy, I really am.”

“Good,you should be.”

The gated community is now away from them, far,far away, as they make their way to Little Italy to get their daughter back. Beatrice sinks into the seat a bit more, then toes off her shoes with a grimace, “Ah….freedom.”

“You good?”

“Yeah,” she rolls her foot a bit, hearing it crack with the movement, “Just a bit sore.”

“Do you want me to carry you past the threshold?”

Beatrice grins at him, placing his hand on top of her thigh “I wouldn’t mind it.” she says, rubbing his finger with her thumb and thankful that he could drive one handed - one of his many talents if she had to admit herself - towards her parents’ house.

Luckily, the lights were on, including the Christmas lights, they probably had an idea when they’d come anyway so they didn’t keep everything dark. Beatrice saw her father on the window, holding Nicole and their little daughter immediately wriggled and smiled as soon as she saw the car.

‘Roos.” she calls his attention after he parks. “Look.”

Rooster has to lean down a bit to have a better view, but his smile only widens when he notices Nicole wriggling and giggling, like the happy baby that she was, “She’s so cute, we have such a cute kid.”

‘We do.” Bea grins, kissing his jawline before he steps out, waiting inside the car because Rooster always,always liked to open the door for her no matter what, “Thank you,Roos.” she says, dropping her clutch onto the floor and ignoring that she had nothing on her feet, deciding that comfort was much better than anything else. 

“Tesoro!” Her mother’s voice breaks the air, the gentle sound of Christmas music inside as she holds her robe, her smile dropping when she notices that Beatrice had no shoes on, “What the- where are your shoes?”

“Oh ah, in the car.”

“I’ll get you some slippers,” Claudia is already turning around, “Don’t move! I have an extra pair!”

Beatrice just sighs with a little smile knowing there was no way she’d be able to stop her mother from doing so. She walks up the steps, greeting Pomodoro and Marinara once she gets inside and she hears her daughter’s happy squealing. “Okay,okay, little passerotto, I know you miss them- hello honey.” he leans down to kiss Beatrice’s head, “You look beautiful, how was the party?”

“Thanks papa, it was fine, really fun.” she gasps gleefully as she picks Nicole up from her father’s arms, smiling when she notices the onesie they dressed her with was one of her old ones - with the little tomato embroidery on the front - she filled it almost perfectly, “How was Nikki tho? She give you any trouble?”

“Nicole? Never.” Rafael smirks with his hands on his hips, “She enjoyed a lot of old cartoons. She watched Topo Gigio huh? We put on the old dvds for her to watch and she loved it.”

“Wow,Topo Gigio, I haven’t heard that name in so long.” Beatrice giggles, kissing her daughter’s head, smiling even more when her little arms reach behind her, Rooster walking inside and immediately leaning down to kiss her button nose. “I’m sure it was fun.”

“What was it? Hi Rafael,” the two men shake hands just in time for Claudia to come back with an arrangement of slippers, in different colors and patterns, setting them down in front of Beatrice so she could choose one, “What was it that she watched?”

“Topo Gigio, it’s an Italian kids show.” Beatrice says, “We all watched once in our lifetimes- mama, it’s okay.” Beatrice sighed, lifting her foot so her mom could slide one of the slippers under it so she could put it on without issues…and so her mother could calm down. “It’s really fun.”

‘Yeah?” he smiles at Nicole, gently prying her from Beatrice’s arms to press several little kisses to her soft cheek “That seems fun, did you have fun Nikki?”

“Dada!’ and she noms his cheek, her own version of kisses was still the most adorable thing in the whole universe, “Ahmm muh muh!”

The three other people watching this just smiled at the interaction, their chat was short and to the point, they had to go back home after all and Nicole had to sleep. So with their goodbyes said, and Beatrice wearing a pair of bright pink flowery slippers that her mother bought when they went to Hawai’i that time when Guillermo went to college, they set Nicole into her seat.

The little baby looked down at the boxes with her eyes wide and curious, vocalizing more and letting out an ‘ah?’ every now and again, as if she was asking what everything was.

“Gifts from your uncle Marcus,Nikki.” Beatrice smiles, kissing her daughter’s cheek after she’s safely put in her seat. Nicole just kicks her little legs while bringing her fist into her mouth, more out of curiosity than hunger - amazing how she could understand Nicole’s little quirks now and so easily as well. They said goodbye to her parents one last time before entering the car and driving off..

And they heaved out a sigh.

Then chuckled quietly.

‘Fuck,” he smirks, rubbing his forehead, “What a night.”

“What a night.”

“You know…” he licks his lips, “...never in my entire life I thought I’d befriend a fashion designer…and that this fashion designer would sew clothes for my wife and our daughter and me…hell,I’m still trying to wrap my own head around it.”

Beatrice lowers her brows with worry, “...how does that make you feel?”

“Honestly? I feel like everything I planned in my life went the complete opposite way.” he didn’t sound upset when he said that, “...and I wouldn’t have any, any, other way…I really wouldn’t.”

“Yeah?”

Bradley lowers his eyelids, his smile disappearing for a second, “Yeah. I love this.I love our life together…and I love that I can try new things with you,gorgeous. I really do.”

Beatrice smiles back at him, their daughter still vocalizing in the back of the car, “...me too,Roos.” she holds his hand, “Me too.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

[twilightmalachite]

2×2 - Children on the Streets 4

Author: Akira

Characters: Yuuta, Shinobu

Translator: Mika Enstars

" It's painfully apparent to me that you’re struggling desperately."

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Spring

Location: Starry Sky

Night that day, on the rooftop of the building beside the Chinese restaurant…

Yuuta: Good god.

Like Aniki, we the “Team Wise Younger Brother” ended up freeloading, or in other words, working at live-ins at Master’s restaurant, but…

There wasn’t any room left in the building, so instead we’re camping on the rooftop of one of Master’s acquaintances’ buildings with a tent, huh.

Well, the “Team Wise Younger Brother” arrived later, so I can’t complain.

Meals and baths are taken care of, so it’s better than living in a cardboard house on the street.

Shinobu: Our team name sounds like it’s way overcompensating for something compared to “Team Aniki”…

Yuuta: …Generally, Aniki’s more popular nowadays, so our team name’s all we’ve got going for us. I don’t want to become something like Aniki’s extra.

I want to be more assertive, even if it’s a bad look for me.

Shinobu: Right. Since we’re a large group of people, our fans are spread out among individuals nicely. I haven’t had to worry about that too much.

It sounds tough for only one of a unit of two members to be popular.

Yuuta: Sure is~… It’s really tough~, the people around me treat me like an unwanted child.

And they say things like, “the younger brother’s way too desperate to show off his individuality by growing his hair out lol”, even though that’s not why I changed my appearance.

It really pisses me off, but I doubt this’ll be an easy situation to reverse.

I’m suuuure you also just think I’m losing my way as of late, though, Shinobu-kun.

But now that we’re so different, we can’t go back to being the two in one twin idols that get along anymore.

If we do, probably only Aniki will stand out, and I’ll just be his extra.

I’ll be drowned out by the light that is Aniki, and pushed into the shadows, where nobody can recognize me.

And I sure as hell don’t want to spend my life like that, just sinking down like the setting sun.

Shinobu: Right… I am a ninja so it’s a given, but I too also tend to hide in the shadows, so I understand, de gozaru. Of course, while it’s impossible to understand someone else’s feelings 100%…

I can at least sympathize with you, Yuuta-kun.

Rather, that's why I’m enduring your ninja ban and other various tyrannies, Yuuta-kun. It's painfully apparent to me that you’re struggling desperately.

I’m sure you’re going through a really difficult time right now, so I’ll let you take it out on me to relieve stress, okay?

We’re friends.

Yuuta: Shall we get married, Shinobu-kun?

Shinobu: I don’t know how to respond to a bit like that de gozaru!?

Yuuta: Fufufu. Well, anyway, the whole premise of “Living on the Streets Experience” has completely fallen apart, and the program has gotten crazy messy, but…

Really, what should we do? If it’s too hard, we can just take it easy at Master’s place like this until the final day.

Though I guess that’d make for a rather exciting program, wouldn’t it.

Shinobu: I don’t think there’s anything wrong with a peaceful ending, but it’s not that type of program, is it…

And it might be disadvantageous against Anzu-dono in the producer showdown, who is in charge of this episode.

If there’s enough people who think that Anzu-dono’s episodes are boring and not worth watching, then it’s over, de gozaru.

The ratings may drop dramatically for Anzu-dono’s future episodes.

In this day and age, the fact that the producers change every episode will be easily noticed by those with sensitive antennae.

Yuuta: The episode producer names are usually credited. It’d be a big blow to Anzu-san’s reputation if she becomes known as a producer who makes uninteresting programs.

It’ll interfere with her future activities as a producer, even if she wins the producer showdown.

I owe a lot to YamadaP of course, but I’ve owed a lot to Anzu-san for a while now too—

If we can help it, I’d rather her reputation not suffer because she was in charge of our program. That’d be nothing but ungrateful.

And she’s a candidate for becoming Aniki’s wife, too, meaning there's a possibility she’ll become my sister-in-law some day.

So if possible, I’d like her to find success in her job and maintain financial stability.

Shinobu: Huh, wait what? What do you mean de gozaru? His wife?

Yuuta: Fufufu~, so actually, things have gotten a bit interesting, you see. ♪

Yuuta: …Wait, huh?

Shinobu: Wh-what’s wrong, Yuuta-kun? Has something gotten in your eye?

Yuuta: No, just… Speak of the devil, look, Anzu-san’s here.

Shinobu: Anzu-dono is? But aside from the camera crew, aren’t producers and the rest of the staff supposed to leave at night and go home like usual…?

Yuuta: Yeah. That’s supposed to be the case, but it looks like Anzu-san stayed behind today for some reason.

Wait, maybe its that? Something like… She’s meeting in secret with Aniki in some unfrequented back alleyway…?

Y-You know, I was just making a joke out of it, but could it really be…?

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#2×2 #2x2 #event #translation #yuuta aoi #shinobu sengoku

[gryphonlover]

Whumptober 2023 Day 3

Prompt: journal

Victim: Four

Words: 1346

Notes: Journaling really can help, but talking to people is also very important.

Zelda says that journaling will help me process the stuff that happened after I pulled the Four Sword. I'm not sure that I believe that, but she said I either had to use the journal, or talk things out with someone and I would rather jump in a cucco pen than talk about my feelings at this point.

I had a dream last night. I put the Four Sword back in the pedestal but didn't merge back into one person. It felt so real and then I woke up.

Maybe if I'd never pulled the Four Sword I wouldn't be so broken now. I don't even know who I am anymore.

I hate the way that people look at me now. They hate me because all they can see is the guy who sicced a dragon on the castle. Shadow was the real hero, though. I or we or whatever couldn't manage to fight one stupid flying eyeball so he sacrificed his life. He doesn't deserve this.

Zelda said we could make Shadow a memorial if I want. I need to think about it.

I told her yes. He shouldn't be forgotten. He gave up everything for Hyrule.

Today we went and made him a memorial. I cried. I miss him. I wish we'd been able to see eye-to-eye sooner. Maybe he wouldn't be dead and I wouldn't be alone.

The house is always empty. Dad is never home. It has to be my fault. He worked a lot before, but he always had time for me. Now he just avoids me. I wish I'd never pulled the Four Sword. Maybe then I wouldn't be crazy. I want things to go back to the way they were before.

I don't know if I can do this. I'm on indefinite leave for… something, and it's not like I can take an apprenticeship anywhere. I'm going crazy with nothing to do.

Everything is so stupid. Why can't anyone just treat me like a normal person!? I'm not a bomb, I'm not going to stab people in the back or set Castletown on fire for crying out loud! I just want to be a proper knight again and to have people respect me and shut up about Shadow.

Maybe I really am crazy.

I'm going to dig up the fire rod. They can't stop me.

In my defense, it was only a little fire. I just wanted to blow off some steam and thought that a controlled fire on Mount Crenel would be fine, but no, now I'm in solitary confinement for a whole day with nothing but this stupid journal.

I just want to feel whole again. I thought that maybe I could— look, it was a dumb decision, I know that, they don't need to rub it in my face.

Solitary confinement is overrated. So is probation. I hate life.

New plan: going to that place Blue got frozen.

Yeah, okay that was also a bad idea. Hypothermia is real.

I have been royally banned from travelling to any more "dangerous climates with dangerous weapons." Stupid Zelda and her stupid princess stuff.

I just want to be us again. I hate being this. I hate having so many thoughts and feelings and memories crammed in my head.

I don't care anymore, I need the sword back.

Well as it turns out the sword hates me. Great.

Back in solitary confinement. Two days for "vandalizing public property." If you ask me, the Four Sword's sanctuary shouldn't count as public property. Zelda and I are the only people who go there, and no one maintains it. Besides, the sword itself and it's stupid pedestal are apparently indesctructible because of stupid goddess magic, anyway.

I am at the end of my rope. If I can't split back, then I don't know what else to do. Everyone keeps telling me that "time heals all wounds" and stuff, but if anything it just gets worse with time. They don't get it. I was split into four people and then crammed back into one body and Shadow died.

Day 2 of solitary confinement. I really don't get why they think putting the crazy guy in solitary is going to make him less crazy. This is stupid.

I'm pretty sure crying every day isn't normal, but who even cares anymore.

I can't do this.

Turns out I have no choice. Some guy with the same name as me showed up at the house. He seems nice enough, so I told him I'd go fight evil or whatever with him. At least I can get something useful out of my life before I kick the bucket.

Ran into another person named Link. Nicknames are in order. I need to think about mine.

Having a new name feels good. Link didn't really fit anymore. I was Link before the Four Sword, then… well, now I'm Four. It feels right.

Sky and Hyrule are pretty nice. Hyrule seems a bit jumpy, but he takes good care of his sword, and Sky is basically just a star-crossed lover. I miss the way things were before I put the Four Sword back, but it's nice to have a distraction.

Today Twilight joined the group. He's got some weird tattoos on his face, and a wolf pelt for some reason, but he's also pretty nice. A bit obsessed with goats, though.

Twilight has integrated into the group well. He balances out Hyrule's wandering. I don't know how, but he always knows where everyone is.

Wind is pretty fun, but he reminds me of Red. It… hurts.

Wind is determined to be friends. I do not want to be friends.

I am now friends with Wind and have no idea how.

Time is unsettling, but seems to know what he's doing. He's kind of like how Dad was before the Four Sword.

Time is also a star-crossed lover. Him and Sky will not shut up about their wives.

Wild is very Wild. Twilight has taken to him, and so have Hyrule and Wind. I am preparing myself for pranks.

I want to go home.

Legend is a grump. I'm not sure if I like him or not.

Legend has adopted Hyrule. I am only a little bit jealous.

I'm crying in the woods. Legend is just like Blue. This is stupid and I hate it.

Warriors is kind of like me, except actually good at his job. I wish I'd been able to beat Vaati. Shadow would be alive if I was better at my job.

I want to punch Warriors in his stupid pretty face.

Sparring practice went okay. I haven't sparred properly in a long time, but I think I did good enough. Now I'm sore all over. I would be taking a bath, except SOMEONE is hogging all the water. Ugh.

I am so sick of walking. I wish Miss Fairy could just teleport us around. Man, that was convenient. I wonder where she is now?

I think I'm doing okay at fitting in, but they don't seem to expect much of me. Maybe it's because I'm short?

Finally got to punch Warriors in the face. I'm sitting in jail, but it was so worth it. That felt good.

Legend bailed me out. That was weirdly nice of him.

Wind made me talk about feelings. The audacity.

Okay, so maybe talking it out helped. Maybe Wind was right about communicating with the group better.

We did more talking today, this time it was everyone. It went well. They didn't hate me for anything I told them, and they actually understood how I felt.

I'm going to keep the journal just in case, but I have people I can trust now. It's going to be okay.

#linked universe #legend of zelda #whumptober #whumpber 2023 #lu four #fanfiction #gryphon writes #journal entries #i promise it's a happy ending

[dorokora]

We start off with a flashback with Reprobus working with Ahab. Ahab says looking at Reprobus is like looking at a mirror. Ahab uses his free time chasing after his target (Moby Dick) but instead he found a “black transient” (Black Storm/Leviathan’s shadow) who looks a lot like Moby Dick but apparently, it was someone else's imitation. He also found another look-alike who was blue (Typhon). Both had the same power to "turn the ocean upside down". This is because there are three people in this world who look just like him (Leviathan, Typhon, and Moby Dick?). However, if there are three of them, Ahab has already met two of them. Ahab is sure he’s getting closer and closer to his goal. He will soon meet his destined partner. Ahab’s aim is the white whale that looks like a messenger of "God". His name is Moby Dick.

Ulaanbaatar joins the shameless flirt alliance along with Typhon and Ganglie (oh and Seth too I guess)

in another world of Eden, theres a three-body, three-dimensional beast that is chased outside the "wall" from that world. That's Ziz, Behemoth, and Leviathan. Because it is a beast of the "sea" that straddles the world, it has many names and many "faiths". In a certain world of Great Spirit, he is called Wiwilmek and Palolokon. In another world, Eden, he is called Leviathan and in Eden there is a king who sailed from Eden called Moby Dick, An embodiment of the power of "God", a monster that sails the seas beyond many worlds.

So this confirms that the copy-paste Ra Mu Leviathan from CH 13 is possibly the same Leviathan that Behemoth and Ziz knows. That sure won’t makes things more complicated and confusing (damn it LW)

We get a flashback with Behemoth and Ziz talking about Leviathan. Levianthan compares himself with the opponent in front of him. He used to be jealous of Ziz and Behemoth. That's why he swallows everything. The three of them were "created to be three." Behemoth used to live in the same sea as him... but he was always jealous of him. But still, Behemoth can't hate him. Because Leviathan had all the jealousy of Eden he’s sure he had a lot more pain than Behemoth did. After he discards his feelings of jealousy, he regains his original personality for a little while. Friendly, funny and a little lonely. Behemoth wish for a world in which the three of them can live in harmony without being forced to sacrifice themselves for Eden.

They defeated the robot sharks. Then Taishakuten and Tetsuya show up when they see Ulaan.

Both: Hey, isn't he the same bastard who used a fake name and got banned? You're about to pay the bills at the store!

Ulaan: Welp, time to go! *Flys away*

#at least we got some Leviathan lore

[incarnateirony]

she literally has them all on my dick and is still refusing to get the fuck off

It's brackish because you guys fucked up squaring the circle. Again.

WHATS NOT FUCKING CLICKING SHITBAGS

Also, we don't care

stop whining

We already fucking told you, we do not fucking care about your fucking whining and appealing to tumblr, this is so far past you being able to fucking beg politically correct shit.

Get off my dick

get off my face

get off your lies

drink the truth serum bitch, cuz it's drinking YOU.

If you don't want to die, then tell the truth, that is LITERALLY your fucking ultimatum right now, or people are dying around you, literally you know what is happening at this point bitch, stop pretending it's a mystery and stop having your fiance literally try to channel the power of my cock because you don't understand anything about anything.

Speaking of your endless retardation,

Where's my fucking oscar in the trashcan posts, I can't even FIND all the ways i've fucked you up, STOP.

CATCH A GODDAMN MESSAGE YOU FESTERING CUNT, AND GET

OFF

MY

DICK

IN

EVERY

LIFETIME

GARFIELD!!!!!!!!!! THE SIGNS ARE FUCKING FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!

If YOU dug YOURSELF an irrecoverable fucking grave of lies you're staring at the reflections of, THAT SOUNDS LIKE A PERSONAL FUCKING PROBLEM.

but i'm past suffering hearing you breathing because you can't stop slobbering my knob.

THE FUCKING ROLEPLAY IS OVER, BITCH, WHAT'S NOT CLICKING, BARBIE DREAMHOUSE IS DONE AND IT'S ABOUT TO START COMING DOWN FAST. IT ALREADY IS, WHILE YOU REBLOG ABOUT THE ELDRITCH HORROR CRYING INTO HIS RED LOBSTER IN THE FUCKING WOODS FROM LITTLEBEETLEBRO YOU HEARD ABOUT FROM MONSTER. WHATS. NOT. CLICKING.

spoiler YOU ARE BASICALLY ALREADY IN HELL, WHATS NOT CLICKING. 200 MILLION EYES, BITCH. THE DREAM STARTS AFTER HALFTIME, AND IT'S YOU, AND IT'S YOU, AND IT IS, AND IT IS. you EVER HAVE A NIGHTMARE THAT YOU'D NEVER WAKE UP FROM A DREAM TO SEE YOUR SONGBIRD AGAIN?

BITCH BYE. THE ONLY WAY OUT OF THIS IS YOU, AND THAT MEANS FACING YOUR SHIT.

ENJOY SLOW AND GRADUAL PLATFORM BAN AND I DONT MEAN THIS HELLSITE

AFTER THE FURSUIT AND THE RED EYED DOG AND SCORPION YOU'D THINK YOU'D FUCKING LEARN BUT NO I'VE APPARENTLY BRAIN DAMAGED YOU TOO WELL FOR YOU TO LEARN

sorry bitch im at work

I can only model your shit for you so hard rn

NOW GET OFF IT

As above so below you irrecoverably dense piece of shit. DOES THIS HELP

MAYBE THIS?????????????????

just fucking COPE YOU SCHIZOID, I AM LITERALLY MAKING YOU LOSE IT UNTIL YOU FUCKING DISMOUNT ME. And you're FUCKING UP EVERYONE AROUND YOU WITH IT.

you know the whole, perception sort of making reality thing? Yeah, no, you're losing that battle, and you tied yourself to it like a dumbass, and continue to fight for your right to. So sure, you can even try to magic or manifest things but GUESS WHAT BITCH.

Your shadow is screaming, Elsa. It's supposed to scream something like I Am Thou, it's screaming I Am The Universe. And like, that's not because you're a snowflake. We're all the universe, and that's the trick you refused to master. It's the universe because you got the superbowl wedged up that giant vibrator of yours tied to what you sign and refuse to get off.

You keep wanting to wear my names, ideas, or faces--a few of you actually--so guess what, bitch.

I don't know how to explain this, but the option here is "be honest for once, stop running for once, and have an original idea for once." That's it. And the funny thing is?

You can't.

Your Anubis is Fursuit Friday, your reaper was me fucking up a pizza man joke but STILL worked to slap you with your own elsa art, your foo dog turned up as a yugioh summon with my fucking cromwell eyes that made it into the Tough Love game now, Tartarus is now in the funny Octopus game, like I don't even know how to fucking explain how fucked you are. ChatGPT is screaming the Childe battle theme of your life turning into a cascade of your own writing and delusions unspooling, with me warning you about the admin colored sombrero you reblogged with the lobsters.

It'd be REAL fucking funny if a game launched that could be direct grafted to parts of the psyche in jung terms that is opening a literal million doors at any time to hitch a ride on someone else's intent. It'd suck real bad for you if someone was a master of doors, liminal states, and persona switching, or if there were millions of people rumbling that goddamn bass that gets you and henry off so bad while zenthus calls to the bird and you echo my fake love Who Are You post like half an hour after I say oh yeah you're wearing my face BYE BITCH BYE. I CAN TURN LEFT AT ANY JUNCTION I WANT. GREECE WAS JUST THE START, SUCK IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT YOU CLEARLY WANT TO.

No seriously you're even hallucinating UnBubbleTheTea with RyojidionysusDeath and me telling you how much better my ass is in all these dresses, and you won't fucking onboard the information. Yes, I am literally yelling at you so loud you're hearing shit from 15 years ago, and we have a message for you, and took out the internet to stall you from your own reaper, and you're STILL fucking it up, you bloated water drunk plate swelling hives covered in pain bitch.

When I'm with my sees u can't copy and paste sweets

I told you bitch is is OVER you walked into a goddamn acme trap and even responded to the kick me sign that started it.

This is a mess of YOUR MAKING. *YOU* stalked me for years, and my business investor for months, YOU built a life of lies, YOU made a temple to me, literally, and refuse to fucking disband it, and keep trying to justify it, YOU spewed the octopus bullshit that's hilariously basically possessing chatGPT, like girrrrrrrrrrrrrrl do you fucking compute. at all.

Name a work a creator spent their entire lives running from.

He WISHES he didn't make Pyramidhead, and so do you.

Remix by motherfuckin Foolish Glamrock.

I told this, I'm ending this multigenerational crazy train. I'd say I told you, but not really. You're maybe half of what you were even 3 weeks ago, it's impressive how fast this is working.

You insist on riding my shadow, and signing like you're me, then I get to reduce you. It's that simple.

I fucking told you. You have to move the box. YOU have to move the fucking box. Not me. Not have me walk into you to do it. Move your FUCKING BOX OFF MY DICK. REMEMBER THAT, YOU FUCKING UNHINGED PUMPKIN???

You suddenly are native american bear lady again, right? Coyote is calling, bitch, isn't two spirit a thing over there, stop acting fucking dense, I intentionally kept enough of you that I KNOW you can understand this, you just don't want to.

Truth serum available worldwide, shay shay.

how many times are you going to slip on your own wet bear skin rug onto me and blame me for what you do against all consent.

I fucking told you to leave me alone, I fucking told you over and over and over and over and you literally can't because you are fucking intoxicated, I'm just the one that snapped. I told you, you almost made us fall into this shit again, but fucking no, we're done. I talked to myself and remembered, I'm the Magus, and I eat you whole. Even if it tears me apart too.

Do you think the virtual systems joke is just about the internet, bitch? MAN sucks you never read a book.

Hey why was it like Silent Hill when I was telling you to call the doctor, you crazy bitch. Rip out your hair again. I told you, we're going to show you how a real Magician does battle, and you're not doing half as great as you think. Something something commencing the cromwell invocation a million times now that it's in Tough Love for some reason during Reaper's Revenge weather, idk, weird. I played Death Wolf's Howl that night while dropping some defense returns to save jagger from getting caught in this. You brought home a fifty pound foo dog with red eyes. But sure, it's there to keep you safe sweetie. Like the cyclic flower you learned from me, or your gaelic pan skull, because again, won't read a fucking book. Or your holy water ph shifting 2-3 points into acidic.

YOU PUT THE LEMON IN THE WATERNUT AND SHAKE IT ALL UP. Now get off San bernadino boy's cucumber latch, no more fucking short cuts, we don't care if you hear the lyrics, it's here, and it's you.

Happy listening.

#Youtube

[chokemewanda]

Honey

Mob!Bucky x Plus Sized f!Reader

Masterlist

Warnings: some smut, a little bit of grinding really, violence, tw:smoking

This is a companion piece to Precious which is Mob!Steve x Plus Sized!Reader. You can check that out here.

“Boss is coming by today.” You looked up when Natasha spoke. She was tying the laces of her heels around her ankle and tying them in delicate bows.

The other girls tittered to themselves, mumbling something about Precious. The girl you were hired to replace. From the looks of things there was no replacing her. Things were tough living in her shadow.

Apparently there was a niche for bigger dancers and Precious had filled it. They’d hired you in her place which had hurt your ego a little. You knew you’d be bigger than the other girls but knowing that you’d been hired to appeal to the patrons who fetishized fat people instead of your ability was a little embarrassing.

According to the other girls Precious hadn’t been by in a while. She’d been off with Steve touring cities in mainland Europe. Apparently he lived to give in to her every whim. His devotion was absolute. Such was apparent in the trail of disappearances that started shortly after they started dating.

Rumor has it that nobody wronged Precious and got to live to tell the tale.

“Honey, Bodecker is looking for you.” You finished with your makeup, making your way out onto the floor. The heels should’ve been difficult to walk in but you made it look easy, sashaying towards Chief Bodecker who was lounging by the bar, a glass of scotch in hand.

“Hey Chief.” You mumbled, coming to stand behind him and running your hands down his chest. You bent low to whisper in his ear, just how he liked it. “You got a booking?”

“Mhmm, same room.” The Chief wasn’t an expressive man but he was a rich one. He always tipped well and kept his hands to himself unless invited to do otherwise. You hadn’t been brave enough to let him touch you yet.

You led him towards the back, his hand hooked in yours and you pushed the door open, strutting to the audio set up as he took a seat on the sofa. “You got a specific song, Chief?”

The Chief was oddly endearing to you with his old times music and crooked grin. Some of the girls were sweet on him but you viewed him in a more friendly light, seeing his visits as a break from the handsy assholes.

///

You zipped up the pocket of your backpack, shrugging on your jacket to step outside for a smoke during your break. You were confused to find someone in your usual spot.

He was smoking himself, inhaling deeply and staring at what was visible of the sky in the small alley way. He looked up when you stepped out, pushing his long hair back from his face.

“Precious’ replacement.” He hummed and you shrugged, lighting up your cigarette. “How are you finding it?”

“Tough. She had big shoes to fill.” You told him with a shrug. “Some weird as fuck clients too.”

“Yeah, she did.” The man laughed, inhaling from his cigarette again. “Rumlow’s a piece of work, ain’t he?”

“That’s being nice.” You huffed, flicking the end of your cigarette. “He’s a fucking touchy asshole. Have to keep security in the room with him.”

The strangers reminder had you sighing. Rumlow was due in an hour and you dreaded that hour once a week. He tipped okay but it was tough, what you had to put up with to get it. Other girls got even a speck of abuse and their patrons got banned for life.

You reported Rumlow multiple times and nothing had been done about it. He was still allowed to make booking with you, still allowed to treat you like shit. You weren’t sure if this was some hazing ritual or the chubby chasers paid well enough to be allowed a different set of rules.

“He gonna be here tonight?” The stranger asked and you nodded. He rolled his eyes before sighing, dropping his cigarette. “You busy?”

“Break is over in five.” You told him and he nodded.

“What’s your name?” He asked and you looked him over. The man was gorgeous and if he was doing what you thought he was then you’d at least have a little fun before Rumlow came around.

“Honey.” You told him, lighting up a second cigarette. “You got a name?”

“Bucky, Bucky Barnes.”

///

“Honey, room two. You’ve got a double session. Barnes is in there now, Rumlow will be here in forty.”

You were intercepted on your way to Barnes by the infamous Precious. She smiled happily, looking over her shoulder at the Boss. “Hi, I’m Precious.”

“Honey.” You told her, shaking her outstretched hand slowly. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“You too! Bodecker says you’re real good. Better than I was.” Precious told you with a laugh. You scoffed but smiled at her kind words. “I’m serious.”

“He’s sweet.” You told her honestly. “But he misses you. Says it’s a shame you went and got all committed.”

“Could you blame me?” She asked, waving in the general direction of the Boss. You only shrugged, looking to the doors of the back rooms. “Your busy, I’m so sorry. We’ll chat later. After Rumlow.”

You didn’t get a chance to ask her how she knew Rumlow was coming but you presumed he stuck to routine.

You found Bucky waiting on the sofa. He was sitting with his arms resting along the back, things spread almost in an invitation. He had slow sultry music playing already and you paused, pressed against the door as you familiarized yourself with the music.

“Any specifics?” You asked quietly and he shrugged. You paused before walking forward, your hips swaying with each step. “Letting me take the lead?”

“Not usually my style but I’d like to see what you come up with.” He told you with a smirk and you nodded, thinking slowly. You bent forward, resting your hands on his knees.

Your hips moved to the music as your hands slid up his thighs slowly. You pressed your face close to his, breathing his breath as you continued to sway. Your hands reached his belt, traveling up further. Your nails scraped his chest through his shirt.

“Can I sit on your lap?” You asked carefully, aware that you weren’t the typical weight of what men looked for.

“Please.” He grunted. You moved slowly, your legs straddling his thighs. He grunted again when you ground against him, your hands tracing up his neck and into his hair, pulling on the strands.

Bucky kept his hands fisted away from you and you ground against him again, sighing at the feel of him. His hands flexed once more before you let your own hands trace over his broad shoulders, across his biceps and down to his fists. You smoothed your fingers over them to relax him then drew them to your hips.

“You sure you want me touching you, Honey?” He asked in your ear and you nodded, whining with need. You never let your customers get handsy but none of them looked like Bucky Barnes. The temptation had never been so strong.

His fingers clutched your hips, digging in as he took control of your hips, moving you against him in a way that had you moaning, definitely offering you more pleasure than you were affording him.

It wasn’t until you were shaking with your orgasm that you remembered the point of him being in here is that you were supposed to show him a good time. You breathed against his neck heavily and he chuckled quietly.

“Enjoy yourself?” He asked quietly and you hummed as you attempted to rearrange yourself. He didn’t let you move, holding you against him.

“I have to, I’ve got another customer coming in soon.” You told him and he only shrugged. You pulled back to look at him, his hooded eyes taking you in.

“Don’t worry about Rumlow.” He assured you but you shook your head, sitting back on his thighs. If Bucky was one of those possessive creeps you had really gone and dropped yourself in it.

“The Boss is here, I can’t just not do my job.” You explained shakily and Bucky only shrugged again, the jacket he had been wearing came to rest on your shoulders. “Bucky.”

“Rumlow ain’t gonna be your problem anymore.” He looked at his watch and up to the door when it pushed open. Brock entered and he was followed by Precious who was giggling. The Boss followed them both, whistling a casual tune.

“You done with this room, Honey?” Precious asked and you looked at Bucky who was running his hands up and down your sides gently. “Bucky! You’ve finally come to the dark side!”

Precious seemed excited about something while Rumlow remained quieter than you had ever seen him. You weren’t sure what was going on but you weren’t all that bothered when it made Brock so quiet.

“The dark side?” Bucky asked Precious who nodded happily, skipping over to collapse down next to Bucky on the couch. “What’s that then?”

“You’ve come to realize the same thing Stevie did.” She told him like it was a big secret. The man in question had taken off his jacket, tossing it to Precious. He started to undo his shirt sleeves next. “Thick thighs save lives.”

“Yeah, maybe they do.” Bucky agree, fingers tracing patterns into your thighs as he watched Steve roll up his sleeves. “You want to watch a show, Honey?”

“What kind of show?” You asked, looking down when Precious grabbed your hand in hers. She was watching Steve with excitement.

“The kind of show you deserve. I’m so sorry you had to put up with him for so long, Honey.” Precious pouted. “I know he’s awful but we couldn’t ban him in case we lost track of his routine.”

“I’m a little confused.” You stopped being confused when Steve knocked Rumlow on his ass. You turned around quickly to watch and Bucky adjusted you more comfortably on his lap. “What’s going on?”

“Rumlow’s learning why you don’t treat a lady like shit.” Bucky explained, pulling you against him. “We’ve been watching all the awful shit he said to you. He used to say the same shit to Precious here.”

You shouldn’t have enjoyed the sick crack of Rumlow’s nose but it brought you a deep satisfaction to watch from your seat on Bucky’s lap.

The sense of satisfaction wore off when you realized that Steve wasn’t stopping. He was just beating Rumlow up, he was killing him.

You slowly locked up, shying away from Bucky’s touch as you watched Steve murder a man while still humming that same casual tune.

“Don’t do anything different tonight, Honey. Leave at the same time. Walk home the same way. Don’t change your routine, not tonight.” Precious warned.

///

The warning became apparent when two detectives showed up at your door the following morning with questions about a body found in a dark alley way.

“Tell me about the clients you had last night.” The taller of the two demanded. They had introduced themselves but you hadn’t taken anything they had said in.

“You got one in specific you want to talk about?” You asked, crossing your legs. The detectives were sat on your sofa while you sat in armchair across from them. You were still in a sleep shirt and shorts.

“Just talk to us about last night.” The shorter one instructed and you nodded, thinking back to your shift and how it had gone.

“I started work at six. I had an hour with a regular. Took my break. Had two more clients back to back. One was new. One was a regular. I had two on stage dances and then I floated until after midnight when I cut my losses and went home.” You shrugged and the detectives shared a look.

“We were hoping for a little more detail.” Taller told you slowly like you were stupid. You were almost affronted before realizing that you could use it to your advantage.

“Oh,” you giggled before starting again. “I came in at six. I got dressed, I had the purple two piece. Sheer enough that there wasn’t much left to the imagination. Silver heels, my go to. Then I had my first client. I can’t remember the songs I danced to but he was fun. Tipped well.”

“The clients names.” Smaller interrupted with a bored sigh.

“Ask me about a specific one and I’ll answer you. Until then all my clients get my confidentiality.” You answered coldly.

“Brock Rumlow.” Taller interrupted the stand off between you and smaller. “Tell us about Brock Rumlow.”

“Brock was in at eight, usual time and usual room. Same songs as usual too. He always plays Drake which says a lot about him as a person. He got his hour and then I returned to the floor.” You explained almost bored. “Why? What’d he do this time?”

“This time?” The taller detective asked with interest. “What do you mean this time?”

“Brock’s always in trouble. Can’t say I’m much surprised. He’s always coming in with bruised knuckles and black eyes.” You scoffed. “If he talks to everyone the way he talks to me then I can’t say I blame anyone who knocks some sense into him.”

A picture was placed on the coffee table between you and the detectives and your stomach turned at Brock’s face. You looked away, a hand up to your mouth as you attempted to control your stomach.

“What the fuck?” You asked once you were sure you weren’t going to vomit. You didn’t look at the photo again. “What happened to him?”

“He was murdered last night.” Smaller told you bluntly. “Last place he had been seen was at the club with you.”

“Brock got his hour and left. Same as always.” You told them. “It’s his routine.”

“He left right after he spent an hour with you?” Taller asked and you nodded. “Out the main door?”

“No. He doesn’t use the main door. Comes in the back and goes out that way again. Said he didn’t want people to know he was getting a private dance from a fat bitch.” That much was true at least and Taller’s eyes softened as he picked up the photo.

“Can you think of anything he might’ve said that would let you know where he was going after?” Talker asked. Smaller was watching you closely as you flushed.

“Nothing he says to me would ever be like that. He comes in for an hour to watch me dance and shout abuse before leaving.” Taller sighed, standing in sync with smaller. He held out a business card and you accepted it.

“You think of anything then give us a call, Sweetheart.” Detective Thor Odinson told you gently and you nodded, walking them to the door.

You collapsed back in the chair and wondered just what you were getting yourself into.

#bucky barnes #mcu #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #steve rogers #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes x plus size reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #tw: smoking

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

The Isle of the Lost is Neverland: Little Fae

The little fae of Neverland were doomed either way.

They are magic, pure magic, and they couldn't have survived in a land that banned their very existence.

But they didn't try to. They stayed with Peter Pan, even as he faded and faded and faded, and as he eventually ceased to be, the fairies, in their immeasurable grief, stayed at the Isle of the Lost. (It is said that the smallest of the fair folk can feel only one emotion at time, and in this case, it's true.)

So the fairies stayed, and just as Neverland, the twisted and transformed. They stayed, and if you see carefully, you can still see the flutter of their wings in your peripheral vision. You must only pray they don't see you.

And Tinker Bell?

Why should she be any different from the other little fae?

She is still on the Isle, she never left.

She was grieving Peter Pan when he faded, oh, she was grieving for so long, longer than anyone else... And when she turned to the word around her again, she could not recognize it at first. But when she could... All she could feel was the words "not right, not right" ringing in her ears and burning hatred in her chest. To whom? She doesn't know.

She flies through the Isle, tries to figure it out, but eventually...

Well, in the end, she is just another flicker of wings, a trick of light, a gust of wind, barely acknowledged by the Isle kids.

And Tinker Bell has always hated being ignored.

She could be seen flying through the port most often, if anyone has bothered to look. So could most of her sisters: The fairies, or what is left of them, tend to flock towards the docks anyway.

Maybe they just want to see Captain Hook, familiar in his madness, or maybe they follow his children instead: Harriet, who is shadowed by them the most, for reasons beyond their comprehension, Harry, crazy, laughing in the face of danger, smiling when Uma smirks at him and asks "What's my name?“ and CJ, who laughs because there is no reason not to, and because she can't be sad if she is smiling, no?

The docks are also the home of Faylinn Chime, the only Neverland fairy born on the Isle of the Lost.

Her name is Faylinn, which could just mean „little fey,“ but when you say it fast enough? It sounds like „failing,“ as in „Auradon is failing its children.“

So, Faylinn.

She was created by Harriet's Hook first and only genuine laugh, because who else should it be? Harriet is Neverland, just like the fae are, so of course only her laugh had enough magic to give life to a fairy despite the Barrier and the fact that Neverland is not Neverland anymore.

Faylinn sparked into existence thanks to Harriet Hook at the moment when the girl first saw her baby brother. She had tears in her eyes, but she was laughing so hard-

Faylinn watched in confusion as the laugher died off and only the tears stayed, never actually flowing down the little girl's cheeks, and the expression of joy has been replaced with one of grimm determination.

That is the expression Faylinn grows familiar with, following after the pirate girl and later her siblings.

She thinks they can't see her, and is quite content with it, as it's the only way she knew it could be: She is there, hovering over their shoulders, not acknowledged even when she tugs at their hair and tangled the nets on their ship.

Little does she know she is watched.

„You have a shadow, Ettie,“ Harry points out one day. He is still just a little boy and doesn't know to pay attention to the more important things (like the drunk sailors around him and the other pickpockets in the streets).

„She sounds like wind chimes in Uma's res- restou-“ he struggles with the word, „She sounds like wind chimes in Chip Shoppe,“ he settles finally.

„I know,“ smiles Harriet, „I think it's a fairy, and I think she is trapped here, with us.“

Faylinn Chime has never thought of herself as „trapped“ before.

(Apparently, Faylinn is a character from second novella, so, enjoy this angst version I guess. Also, I didn't finish reading Return to the Isle of the Lost, just saying.)

#disney descendants #harriet hook #harry hook #Neverland #isle of the lost is neverland #the isle of the lost is a terrible place

[beelinesys]

Meet The System!

Names, pronouns, roles, and descriptions of everyone under the cut because there's over 20 (i want to say 24 now?) hms to introduce. Feel free to say hi, no one's gonna bite (unless you're purposely being a dick)

Please don't ask about trauma or discourse about sources. No one chose to be here, no argument is gonna make them go away, don't be rude or intrusive.

Alice (📕) - she/her, caretaker

Alice is one of the Older Sisters of the system, who takes care of the body's surroundings, making sure cleaning and chores get done, and holds our contamination phobia. Also in a relationship with Punz

Bakugo (🧨) - he/him, prosecutor

Bakugo is a fictive from the manga My Hero Academia. He was an anger holder until Jason formed, now he fronts to be outwardly aggressive when necessary. In a relationship with partner system's Uraraka

Beau (💅) - he/they, caretaker

Beau looks after the body itself, often taking front to get dressed and follow skincare routines etc

Bingo (🐞) - she/her, little

Bingo is one of our littles who's just happy to sit with a colouring book and play with our partner system's littles or with the bugs in the garden

Bunny (🐰) - she/her, little

Bunny's very shy, and isn't often verbal. She's very fond of soft animals and will often be the one to front when the body can't sleep

Dick Grayson (DG) - he/him, caretaker

Fictive, and Jason's older brother (both in source and system). Honorary Older Sister, will often help with emotions needs

Eli (🐍) - they/them, host

I'm the host! I front at work, I interact with family, and when front feels blurry it's often either me or Ewan and whoever's interested in whatever's going on

Ewan (🐑) - he/they, co-host

When I'm not around, Ewan will often be the one to host. He's also lately been taking charge of the misic playing, and has been hyperfocused on Taylor Swift, so expect a few posts dedicated to her

Frankie (🦇) - he/him, emotion holder

Frankie holds a lot of the intense depressive emotions, and with Punz and Alice's help often combats thoughts of slef harm etc.

Ian (🐅) - he/him, prosecutor

Fictive of Ian Gallagher from Shameless US, was an anger holder before Bakugo and Jason came about, and now mostly fronts on public transport. Otherwise he spends his time in the innerworld with our Mickey npc

Iris (🌷) - she/they, emotion holder

As another Older Sister, Iris holds a lot of the femininity (baby fever, parental emotions, shark week, etc) within the system to keep those emotions from headmates who would perhaps get dysphoric or just generally upset from those thoughts

Jason (JT) - he/him, anger holder

Fictive of Jason Todd from DCU. Very similar to Ian, he's rather solitary and prefers the company of sourcemate npcs in the innerworld. He's taken to reading through the TBR list and will sometimes join Ewan for music sessions, and has taken up vaping apparently

Jen (💖) - she/her, co-host

The newest Older Sister, slightly more social, she's good at being rather protective of the system. She's feminine in the mean girl way? She's very upfront and we love that for her, and she's very into her paranormal horror

Jinx (😈) - she/her, trauma holder/little

Fictive from Arcane. Recently banned from the being unsupervised in the kitchen, as she often gets distracted and makes a lot of mess 😅 holds trauma from both body's trauma and source trauma

Jon (👁) - he/they/she, paranoia holder

Fictive of Jon Sims/The Archivist from The Magnus Archives. Holds the system's paranoia (corner of your eye shadows, arachnophobia, intrusive thoughts) and is most often in the innerworld cabin with our Martin npc

Link (🗡) he/they, uplifter, nonverbal

Fictive of Link from LoZ! Like Squish, he's nonverbal, and will often communicate through emojis or like :p/:)/:3 etc

Michael (🦊) - he/him (caretaker?)

Fictive of Michael Afton. Fronts during/after work, and also when 80s rock plays. Growing fond of the littles (including in partner system!) and any kids at work

Punz (💎) -he/him, protector/caregiver

Fictive from the dreamsmp character! Provides comfort to the system, gives great hugs, and is in a relationship with Alice. 10/10 best parental figure

Remus (🌕) - he/him

Squish (🐱) - she/they, uplifter

Fictive from the marauders era Harry Potter Universe, very into music, and similar to Ewan will be leaving a mark on our Spotify Wrapped :) fairly shy, doesn't quite have a role just yet but that's okay

Sirius (✨️) - he/him

Fictive also from marauders, very into music and fashion, has a bit of an ego. Also doesn't have a role and thats okay

Squish is nonverbal, and most often fronts when depression has us doomscrolling for hours until a cat video (shoutout to indooroutdoorkat on tiktok, Dave is her favourite online kitty) catches her attention

System (S) - sys/sysself he/they, gatekeeper

Sys is the 'control panel' of the system, and very rarely steps into front. Sys focuses more on finding roles that need to be filled and forming headmates to fill that role

Techno (🐷) - he/him, cheergiver

A fict/factive of both c! and cc! Technoblade, and formed to help Tommy's loneliness after we picked up playing minecraft again after cc passed. (I don't need to say this, but please dont mention or ask about his passing.)

Tommy (💙) - he/him, emotion holder/little

Toms, also a fictive of a dreamsmp character (specifically from the Logsteadshire era), holds emotions of loneliness and homesickness. Champ acts as his service dog, and Techno and Punz often keep im company when those emotions are strong

Wolf/Champ (🐺) - he/it, prosecutor, comforter

Wolf goes by two names depending on the role he's filling. As a prosecutor getting us home safely at night, he goes by Wolf or Wolfy and glares at anyone passing by. As a comforter, he prefers Champ (like the service dog in that fic series I'll find the name of in a sec) and calms Toms down when necessary

Fragments: Sapnap, Vi, Sirius and James

NPCs: Mickey Milkovich, Martin Blackwood, Tim Drake, Alfred Pennyworth

Terms used are explained here in a carrd made by The Heretic System

#did osdd #osdd system #osdd positivity #osdd 1b

[demonprincezeldris]

"Your Majesty, look what we found in the caverns!!"

"For fucks sake man, handle it gently, that thing's gotta he ANCIENT!"

"You can't say fuck in front of the King-"

"You just-"

"OH NO, I JUST SAID FUCK IN FRONT OF THE KING-"

Bartra watched, a little bemused as the two Holy Knights he'd sent to look in the caverns down below scrambled into the throne room. The sins, who he'd been having a meeting with, also turned to look at the bright red Knights.

"Er... we're very sorry, we can come back another time..."

Bartra finally got a grasp on his words, and laughed. "Have no worry, Knights. Come, show us what you've found."

Even Meliodas found himself looking over curiously, before the blood drained from his face. He shared a brief, half panicked look with Merlin, who was looking equally as stressed, before they both composed themselves. It wouldn't do to have the team see them like that.

"Haha, Captain! Look at this guy, he looks just like you!" Ban cackled, poking fun. Meliodas hummed non committedly, and King narrowed his eyes. Almost since he'd met the man, he'd seemed... inhuman. He couldn't place his finger on WHAT, exactly, he was, and it was rude to outright ask, but if the subject was already brought up...

"Actually, yeah, he DOES look like you... a LOT like you."

"Ah, well, I guess. Funny coincidence?"

Merlin side eyed him. He was a fine liar by omission, but outright, he was, frankly, shit at it. It stems from Galand. Spending so much time with someone who will turn you to stone if you mutter so much as a half lie, makes you a damn honest person. He either told the blatant truth or didn't speak.

Escanor leaned forward, hand on his chin as he investigated the photo. "It's quite obviously a mural of the Holy War Era. If I recognize these characters correctly, those two are King Drole and King Gloxinia."

"That's Gloxinia alright." King nodded, and Diane jumped in. "And that's DEFINITELY Drole!"

"So then who's the guy who looks like Cap'n?" Ban grumbled, eyebrows scrunched.

"If memory serves, that is a demon prince, who's name has been lost to time." Gowther said in his typical monotone, pushing up his glasses. "I've only ever found one legend on it, but apparently, he joined the goddesses aliance."

"Woah, seriously?" There were stars in Diane's eyes. "Wow... I bet he did it for love!"

Meliodas snorted, unable to contain himself. Bans cackle mostly drowned it out, but Escanor caught it. "What's your opinion on the matter, Captain? You are his doppelganger, after all! And you yourself have a dark magic! Your shadows were strong enough to stand even against my sun!"

He just hummed again. "Anyways, you found that underneath the castle? I've ended up wandering around those tunnels before." He very pointedly did not answer the question.

"Yes, Sir! There's a large stone pillar, near where we guess the center of the caverns are! We found it in a hollow spot a bit away!"

"Lady Merlin, you're very well read!" The other one said excitedly. "Do you know anything about these caverns?"

She tilted her head slowly, debating. On one hand, she did not particularly want to expose her Mama. On the other, she couldn't resist an opportunity to show off her vast reserves of knowledge. Meliodas shot her a half amused look, already knowing what was going through her head. Ever so slightly, he inclined his head, giving her the go ahead. Her eyes flashed with secret delight.

"Those caverns were once a vibrant forest. In fact, it was the one King Gloxinia ruled over. It housed the Sacred and Total Immersion of the Goddess Military Alliance. Better known as STIGMA. The purpose of it was to give the goddesses a very strong base for their forces, by lining them with Brittanian protections. STIGMA failed due to infiltrators making their move in an attack, at the same time the forest was attacked by powerful berserker demons. The forest was destroyed, and later regrown in another spot. These caverns are the petrified remains."

They were looking at her with starry eyes, and she preened a little under the attention.

"...Captain." King started, prepared to outright ask him. "You're older than you look, we all know that. And you've never been quite... human... your magic is dark in its nature, when you use it, and you look IDENTICAL to this painting."

"...Where are you going with this, King?" He asked wearily. By now, the other sins were watching, looking back and forth, intrigued.

"...Are you the Demon in this portrait? It would explain why you're not sealed, if you were on the goddesses side." He heard even Ban inhale a little at that. Meliodas blinked at him.

"...I'm not the Demon in the portrait." He answered, and wasn't even a lie. He WASN'T him. Not anymore. He grinned, then. "But you're not TOO far off? That guy, im definitely related to him."

"Really??" Diane squeaked, the giantess almost cracking the tile when her hands hit the ground, leaning forward. "What was his name??"

"...Zeldris. He's an ancient relative of mine."

"Wow, that's so cool, captain!!"

"So you're descended from a royal demon??" Escanor was looking at him with wide eyes. He nodded. "Yeah. See her?" He pointed at the goddess, who's features had degraded over time. "Family story goes, the two of 'em fell in love. The kid they had together, his name was Tristan." That wasn't entirely true. But over the centuries, he occasionally indulged in fantasy, to make himself feel better. If he'd ever had a son with Elizabeth, he'd have wanted to name him Tristan. It meant outcry. He'd have wanted his son to let his opinions and emotions be shouted to the heavens. "Centuries pass by... and I'm here."

(Merlin was impressed, that was a damn good lie, especially for HIM.)

"That's so romantic." Diane swooned. "But wait, what happened to them??"

"Died at the end of the war. I look quite a bit like him, and because the royal gene was so strong for his bloodline, I got dark magic as well. I prefer my counters as my go to. But I CAN use it."

"Oh, how tragic..." Escanor murmured.

Meliodas just hummed again. "Yeah... anyways. You should probably go put that in the archives. Sins, head back to the barracks, there was something I wanted to discuss with King Bartra."

They reluctantly filtered off, and when he was positive they were all out of hearing range, he turned to Bartra.

"Do you trust me?"

"Pardon? Sir Meliodas, where did that come from?"

"Just answer."

"Yes, I trust you."

"Good. Never ever let Elizabeth see that painting."

"Why not??"

"I cannot explain in detail without endangering her. Just know that if she sees it, it may very well lead to her death."

"I- you won't answer any questions I have, even if I asked them, would you."

"Not likely. Sorry. Just trust me on this one. I want nothing more than for your daughter to be safe. Do NOT, ever ever EVER, let her see that painting."

"...Very well, then."

He nodded, satisfied, and left to go make sure his idiots hadn't broken anything.

Meliodas is a shit liar, and Merlin knows it too. But thank the gods he was able to come up with a decent lie. His brother? Dating Goddess Elizabeth?

His brother would have laughed at such an idea.

#Meliodas #merlin #nnt

[twistedtummies2]

Top 15 Peter Cushing Performances

Having just finished my list of Christopher Lee Performances, it seems only fitting I follow up with a short list dedicated to his best friend and frequent collaborator, Peter Cushing. Cushing, in my opinion, was an actor who embodied versatility: he could play practically any kind of character in any genre or style of film, and no matter how big or small the part - just like Lee - he gave it his all. When he played comedy, he was ludicrously amusing; when he played heroic characters, he imbued them with a mixture of welcoming warmth and powerful authority that truly made them intense and iconic; and when he played villains, he could be the coldest, most callous cad you would ever find. With little to no changes in his facial features, no makeup required, he could play any part, great or small, and make it not only totally his own, but imbue it with gravitas and interest that made the role immediately memorable.

This will be a description-less post - just names, titles, and pictures, for the most part - but hopefully it will serve as a short but acceptable tribute to an actor who, in some ways, I feel gets overlooked nowadays. While he has always been admired, I sometimes feel he gets less credit than some of his friends and co-stars, which is a shame because his incredible work as a performer deserves so much more attention. Hopefully at least a few roles on this list, for any who don’t know him, will capture the attention…and for those that do, hopefully a few of your favorites are on the countdown. These are My Top 15 Peter Cushing Performances!

15. The Doctor, from Dr. Who and the Daleks/Daleks’ Invasion Earth 2150 A.D. (I have mixed emotions about these films, and apparently Cushing himself didn’t think too highly of them, but somehow it feels wrong NOT to include them here.)

14. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, from The Great Houdini.

13. Dr. Namaroff, from The Gorgon.

12. Osric, from Hamlet (1948).

11. John Banning, from The Mummy (1959).

10. Winston Smith, from BBC Sunday-Night Theatre: George Orwell’s 1984. (Bit of a mouthful to say, I know.)

9. The Sheriff of Nottingham, from Sword of Sherwood Forest.

8. Dr. Wells, from Horror Express.

7. Mr. Utterson, from I, Monster.

6. Sebastian Grisbane, from House of the Long Shadows.

5. Herbert Flay, from Madhouse.

4. Grand Moff Tarkin, from Star Wars.

3. Baron Von Frankenstein (a.k.a. Dr. Frankenstein), from the Hammer Frankenstein Series.

2. Sherlock Holmes. (He played the detective in several different takes.)

1. Professor Van Helsing, from the Hammer Dracula Series.

#list #countdown #favorites #best #actor #performances #roles #characters #top 15 #peter cushing

[ofsvnlight]

CAUSE  I’M  OVERCOME  ~  in  this  war  of  hearts

ENZO  DI  TRAGLIA  —

name  :  enzo  di  traglia  . age  :  29  . gender  /  pronouns  :  cis-man  /  he  +  him  . sexual  orientation  /  romantic  orientation  :  bisexual  /  demiromantic  . relationship  status  :  separated  ,  co-parenting  ,  living  together  . occupation  :  novelist  /  owner  of  driftwood  books  . place  of  birth  :  naples  ,  italy  . residence  :  primrose  avenue  . family  :  sofia  di  traglia  (  mother  )  ,  tommaso  di  traglia  (  father  )  ,  giorgia  di  traglia  (  sister  )  ,  ex-fiancée  (  open  )  ,  giada  di  traglia  (  daughter  ,  2  years  )  ,  jace  di  traglia  (  son  ,  6  months  )  .

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&  SHADOWS  CREEP  —

faceclaim  :  matthew  daddario  . height  :  191  cm  . eye  color  :  hazel  . hair  color  :  dark  brown  . skin  :  pale  . talents  :  writing  ,  archery  ,  painting  .

THIS  WAR  OF  HEARTS  —

        enzo  ,  known  among  those  close  to  him  as  being  graceful  in  his  movement  and  appearance  ,  and  protective  of  those  close  to  him  ,  is  hard-working  but  reserved  ,  incredibly  independent  ,  and  cautious  .  both  of  events  ,  other  things  around  himself  ,  and  of  others  .  however  ,  he  is  incredibly  loyal  to  those  he  supports  ,  and  those  he’s  close  to  .  he  is  creative  and  can  be  very  caring  to  people  he  likes  ,  but  is  also  incredibly  callous  ,  insensitive  .  

(  tw  for  :  verbal  abuse  )

i  .  THOUGHTS  OF  YOU  CONSUME  —  ENZO  DI  TRAGLIA  was  born  with  a  silver  spoon  in  his  mouth  .  he  and  his  sister  were  spoiled  as  children  ,  and  they  were  very  close  ,  while  their  parents  were  never  very  present  in  their  lives  .  however  ,  they  did  work  hard  ,  both  in  school  and  later  in  their  careers  .

        they  were  very  SIMILAR  ,  both  protective  and  both  enjoyed  reading  .  the  biggest  differences  between  them  didn’t  become  apparent  until  enzo  was  an  adult  .  he  went  to  university  in  new  york  where  he’d  grown  up  .

        after  graduating  ,  he  took  over  his  FAMILY  BUSINESS  ,  which  was  mainly  real  estate  ,  but  he  wrote  novels  on  the  side  .  he  worked  extremely  hard  ,  and  his  girlfriend  was  with  him  during  these  years  .  when  his  novels  started  generating  more  income  ,  he  pulled  back  from  his  real  estate  job  ,  setting  it  up  as  more  of  a  passive  income  for  himself  and  trusting  his  staff  to  run  it  .

ii  .  I  CAN’T  HELP  BUT  WANT  YOU  —  he  met  his  BEST  FRIEND  during  his  freshman  year  of  university  ,  and  they  started  dating  during  his  sophomore  year  .  he  adores  her  ,  and  is  incredibly  protective  of  her  .

iii  .  I  CAN’T  HELP  BUT  LOVE  YOU  —  he  PROPOSED  when  he  was  twenty-five  ,  and  though  they  started  wedding  planning  ,  they  never  made  it  far  .  although  they  had  a  daughter  ,  giada  ,  two  years  ago  ,  his  ex  kept  pushing  things  off  ,  and  he  didn’t  understand  why  until  they  got  into  a  fight  a  year  ago  .

        she  didn’t  want  to  go  to  a  family  event  ,  and  he  didn’t  understand  why  .  they  argued  ,  and  kept  arguing  .  it  took  a  few  days  until  he  happened  to  walk  in  on  his  sister  making  rude  comments  about  her  and  telling  her  she  wasn’t  good  enough  for  enzo  .  he  immediately  banned  his  sister  from  his  apartment  ,  and  did  everything  he  could  to  keep  them  apart  ,  including  not  speaking  to  his  sister  anymore  .  his  parents  told  him  he  was  overreacting  ,  but  didn’t  push  it  .

iv  .  I  KNOW  THAT  I’D  DIE  WITHOUT  YOU  —  but  his  EX-FIANCÉE  broke  things  off  ,  not  wanting  to  come  between  him  and  his  family  .  she  stayed  living  with  him  because  they  discovered  she  was  pregnant  again  ,  and  they  were  still  close  ,  so  choosing  the  option  that  put  their  children  first  made  the  most  sense  .  they  welcomed  their  son  ,  jace  ,  into  the  world  a  month  before  moving  to  moorbrooke  .  

        enzo  was  the  one  to  suggest  the  MOVE  .  they  would  be  closer  to  her  family  ,  and  they  could  more  easily  pick  and  choose  who  in  his  family  is  even  allowed  near  their  children  .  since  moving  he  has  focused  on  making  sure  that  she  is  doing  well  and  that  the  children  are  happy  .

v  .  &  I  CAN’T  SLEEP  —  shortly  after  moving  ,  enzo  purchased  DRIFTWOOD  BOOKS  ,  wanting  a  project  outside  of  his  current  work  in  progress  novel  ,  and  tries  to  bring  in  both  new  and  old  books  as  well  as  striving  to  offer  fair  prices  to  anyone  wishing  to  sell  their  old  books  .  it’s  a  fun  project  for  him  ,  and  it’s  helped  him  to  get  used  to  the  town  . 

#╰ * ENZO : isms . ⧽ i’m overcome in this war of hearts . #╰ * ENZO : biography . ⧽ i’m overcome in this war of hearts . #mbintro