#but are you trying to tell me a whole goddamn baby popped out in the three seconds it takes to level up? they fucked at the speed of sound?

[useful-boy]

So a friend told me about Maushold today and I knew immediately what I had to do

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon s&v #kangaskhan #maushold #the one on the right can be explained... sort of... how do they do it so Fast though #but the one on the left? fresh out the egg? that baby has a baby #top 10 questions professors still cant answer today #officially my most popular post on my main blog now thanks everybody #edit: stop telling me the mice fucked i know that the mice fucked #but are you trying to tell me a whole goddamn baby popped out in the three seconds it takes to level up? they fucked at the speed of sound? #gave birth in two seconds? is that how it happens now?

[munson-blurbs]

Summary: An evening in the Wheeler basement reveals what you've been trying to deny about your best friend, and longtime crush, Eddie.

WC: 827

Warnings: hurt/no comfort, unrequited love, mention of sex. You've been warned.

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Eddie “Speak First, Think Later” Munson struck again. 

A rainy spring Saturday had the Hellfire Club gathered for an impromptu meeting in the Wheeler basement. Eddie whipped out a campaign that he’d been saving, somehow just as detail-rich as the ones he’d meticulously prepared for regular Friday sessions. It had gone on for hours until Dustin, the last player standing, rolled to cast a fireball and was met with utter failure. 

“Damn, and here I thought this was one of my weaker ones.” Eddie popped a sour cream and onion chip in his mouth, crunching down with a triumphant grin. “Looks like I’m unstoppable. Impenetrable. Invincible, even.” 

“Yeah, whatever,” Gareth muttered, but there was no missing his own smile as he added, “tell that to Chrissy Cunningham.”

Chrissy Cunningham? Your stomach dropped at the mention of her name. You’d noticed him glancing over at her table in the cafeteria, and saw him at her locker a few times, but that didn’t mean…

Jeff snorted. “He can’t tell her anything without looking like a total moron. ‘H-Hey, Chrissy. Nice hair, um, thing.’” 

“I do not sound like that, asshole.”

“Dude, you said that exact sentence in algebra yesterday. It was a direct quote.”

Your throat was scratchy from shouting during the game, but you cleared it and forced yourself to speak. “What’s going on with Chrissy?”

Grant ignored the glare that Eddie preemptively gave the rest of the guys. “Our fearless leader is smitten with the Queen of Hawkins High,” he teased. Mike, Dustin, and Lucas all underscored his statement with obnoxious kissy noises. 

“Shut up!” Eddie yelled, but it only further spurred them on. 

“Don’t be shy,” Dustin said through his laughter. “Everyone knows you loooooove her!”

You didn’t. Okay, maybe a part of you did, but your optimism—or perhaps naivety—dismissed the idea. Because if he loved Chrissy, that meant he didn’t love you. It meant the long hugs and arms slung over your shoulder were platonic. That the deep conversations late into the night were simply between friends. 

“I don’t love her,” Eddie retorted, his pinkening cheeks giving him away. “I just think she’s cute, okay?”

“Cute?” Lucas said. He rolled his eyes. “Puppies are cute. Kittens are cute. Babies are—”

“Fine, I think she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life!” Eddie snapped, but a soft smile tugged at the ends of his lips. “Are you idiots happy now?”

The most beautiful girl he’d ever seen in his life. In his life. 

Happy? You were the farthest thing from happy. 

Your eyes blurred with tears, blinking them back and timing a sniffle with the crinkling of the chip bag as Mike passed it to Lucas. If you could pull yourself together, you could excuse yourself before you broke down completely. 

“Dude.” Jeff looked at Eddie, pulling his gaze to you despite your reluctance to even glance his way. “She’s a girl.”

“Oh, shit.” Eddie chuckled, snagging his Mountain Dew can from the snack table and taking an extended swig. “It’s not like I’m gonna have sex with my best friend, though.”

Gareth feigned a pout. “I thought I was your best friend.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not having sex with you either.”

You watched as Eddie finished his soda, crushing the can in his fist and tossing it at the drummer’s curly mop of hair. 

It’s not like I’m gonna have sex with my best friend. 

Not even a pause. Not a moment of consideration. Nothing close to the movie-esque scene where the boy realized that the girl of his dreams had been right in front of him the whole time. 

Mustering up a half-smile, you pushed yourself off of the couch. “I’m gonna head home. I’m pretty beat.”

Beat. Broken. Destroyed. Shattered. 

Eddie sat up, brushing Lays crumbs onto his jeans and leaving them shiny with oily residue. “Let me drive you,” he offered. 

You shook your head. “N-No, I wanna walk.” 

“It’s raining,” he protested. 

“It’s fine.”

That may have been the first time you’d declined the chance to spend time alone with him. You lived for the days you’d climb into the passenger seat of his van after Hellfire, resting your head against the window as it vibrated from the bass of the radio speakers. 

Eddie shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he said, turning his attention back to the guys. 

He didn’t come after you. You heard his laughter echoing around the basement as you ascended the stairs, barely managing to close the door before you burst into tears. 

Everything you wanted Eddie to feel for you, he felt for Chrissy. The thought of watching his eyes follow her around the cafeteria on Monday roiled a sickness within you. 

You wished you’d never showed up to the Wheelers’ today. Although it wouldn’t have changed Eddie’s love for Chrissy—or his lack of love for you—at least you could continue pretending that there was hope. 

Now, you had nothing but a broken heart.  

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[xoxoladyaz]

It Hits Different This Time, Part 2

Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Rock Star Eddie x Steve Harrington

TW: Mentions of alcohol, drug abuse

QUICK AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm so sorry that the last entry was so angst heavy, I promise this one provides some comfort! Eddie needed to take a big step here and he really, really does. Also, much love to everyone who commented, I've tagged you at the bottom of the post - let me know if anyone else would like to be notified of the next entry!

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five

It was another five days before Steve heard from Eddie. Another five torturous days of radio silence, only this time, there wasn’t anything online. No new articles were popping up saying he’d been spotted somewhere, no new TikToks of him meeting fans on the street. The rest of the band was MIA too; Steve had thought about sending Jeff a text to check-in but ultimately decided to wait another couple days. Robin had been texting with Chrissy, after all, and if something bad had gone down, she would know.

When Eddie did finally call, it wasn’t from a number that Steve recognized.

“I’m getting a call from Malibu.”

“Holy shit!” Robin sat up on the other end of the couch and shot him a look. “Okay, just breathe dingus, okay? It’s going to be okay, I’ll be here the whole time.” She squeezed his ankle comfortingly. “You can do this.”

Steve accepted the call with shaky hands and brought his phone to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hey Steve.”

He shut his eyes and swallowed, trying to stop his voice from cracking. “Eddie.”

He heard Eddie let out a watery laugh across the line. “Do you, uh, have a minute?”

“Mmmm hmmm,” Steve hummed. He physically couldn’t get an actual word out. 

This was it. Eddie was leaving, he’d cheated, it was over – 

“I’m in rehab.”

Steve’s eyes shot open. “You’re what?”

Robin started rocking back and forth. “Turn it up!” She hissed, and Steve obliged, turning up his volume so she could just barely hear what was being said. (Was this a private conversation? Yes. Did Eddie know he’d probably immediately tell Robin everything? Also yes. 

Was this news big enough to warrant having Robin eavesdrop?

Absolutely yes.)

“Yeah, I’m, uh, at the Promises Treatment Center in Malibu,” Eddie continued. “We got back about five days ago and when I saw your note, I – 

“Look, Steve,” Eddie continued, and his voice was choked up, like he himself couldn’t speak, “I fucked up. I’ve fucked everything up. You are – you said in that note that you didn’t want me to give up on my dreams, and you’re right, making it big and getting famous for my music was my dream for literal years. Because I kept thinking “once I get a record out there,” “once I go on tour,” “once I win a Grammy,” “once I get a million dollars,” then I’d finally be happy. 

“But it turns out the only thing being famous has done is make me pretty fucking miserable,” Eddie let out a harsh laugh. “But I was so goddamn convinced that this was it, you know, that I’d accomplished my dreams so I must be happy that I started taking whatever I could get my fucking hands on to make me feel that way. The thing is drugs and the alcohol and the parties never made it fucking last. It just made every other second that I was in the public eye that much worse.

“But I’d still made it, you know? I felt like I didn’t deserve to feel this fucking miserable. And everyone back home was so fucking proud and I didn’t want to let them down - ” Eddie paused for a few moments to clear his throat before continuing. “I didn’t want to let you down. Because Eddie “The Freak” Munson didn’t deserve you, but maybe Eddie “The Rock Star” could.”

Steve can feel his own throat closing up and he can barely see Robin’s face, his eyes are watering that bad. “Baby,” he sobbed. “I wish you’d told me.”

“Me too,” Eddie sniffled across the line. “I didn’t though, I just kept self-medicating and ignoring it, because that’s always worked,” he huffed sarcastically. “But then - ” Eddie cut off again, and Steve can hear that he’s trying so hard to hold back his own sobs, “then I came home last week and realized that I’d missed our goddamn anniversary because I was too fucking high and that you were gone and I just – I called Jeff and I told him to get me on a plane out here because you – you, Steve Harrington, you are the best thing in my goddamn life. And the only dream I want to chase now is the one where we get married and adopt some kids and grow old together.”

“Eddie,” Steve sobbed out again, and he heard Eddie start to cry too, and then suddenly they were crying together, even from hundreds of miles away.

“So I’m gonna be here for the next six weeks,” Eddie finally continued, his voice still full of tears. “I’m, uh, meeting with a therapist for a few hours every day and working through my shit. I wanna be a guy who deserves good things, baby. I wanna be a guy who deserves you.”

“What – what about the band?” Steve sniffled, rubbing at his eyes. A handful of Kleenex appeared in front of him. Robin must have gotten up to grab them at some point. He shot her a thankful nod and patted at his eyes; Robin nodded back and did the same, her face flushed that bright shade of red that accompanied her own tears.

“Murray wrote a provision into our contract where if one of us checks into rehab, then the band is instantly put on a two-year, non-negotiable hiatus.”

“But – what about your momentum, the label kept talking about it?”

“The label can go fuck themselves” Eddie practically growled over the phone. “Who do you think hosted the party where I first got my hands on the hardcore stuff anyways?”

“Babe - ”

“Murray said he was going to look into some sort of contract termination so we can sign somewhere else. And even if we didn’t have that thing written into our contract, we probably would have gone on hiatus anyways, or worse. That – the last leg was rough. Gareth was just as fucked up as I was and Jeff was fucking pissed. He kept having to pull Gareth out of orgies and shit while babysitting Phil and I too.”

“Did,” Steve swallowed harshly, “did - ”

“No, baby, never,” Eddie declared quickly. “Even when I couldn’t fucking see straight, you were the only one I wanted to be with. I honestly don’t even know who we were partying with at the end there, the label sent them for some PR shit, I don’t know. It’s just another reason why we want out.”

“Oh,” Steve murmured, “okay. Good. Or, well, not good. You know.”

“Yeah, baby, I do,” Eddie replied softly. 

They sat in silence for a few moments, just listening to each other breathe. “I, uh,” Eddie started up again quietly, “I’m wearing the ring.”

“Yeah?” Steve found himself smiling despite the fresh tears welling up in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Eddie’s voice was just as choked up as before. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Eddie - ”

“Look, I know, I know I hurt you so, so badly and I’m never going to fucking forgive myself for what I did, but I – you’re everything I want, baby. If I had to give up Corroded Coffin tomorrow for you, I would do it in a heartbeat. And I – I know I can’t expect for you to just, like, forgive me after the shit I pulled, but – will you be there, when I get out? Can I – I want to come home to you,” Eddie finished, and Steve could hear that he was crying again.

Steve looked over at Robin, who was wiping more tears out of her own eyes. They looked at each other for a few moments.

It might be crazy, but I think I want to say yes.

I don't blame you. I mean, this is one hell of an apology, especially from Mr. “I’ll Never Need to Go to Rehab Ever.”

Yeah. And I love him.

And you love him.

“I’ll be there,” Steve murmured reassuringly, and Eddie burst into a new wave of muffled sobs on the other end of the phone. “Just do what you need to do and come home when you’re ready, okay? I’ll be waiting for home.”

“At home?” Eddie’s voice broke on a whimper.

“At home. I’ll even clean the bathrooms and everything,” Steve joked, and Eddie let out a loud laugh despite the quiet sobs Steve could still hear. 

“Really? You’ll be there?”

“Yeah, Eddie. I’ll be there. We can get through this.”

“Together.”

“Together. Because I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.”

“Fuck, Stevie,” Eddie let out an incredulous laugh again, “I love you so fucking much, baby. I’m going to marry the fuck out of you someday.”

“Save the sweet talk for when you get home, okay?” Steve could feel his heart settling in his chest, and whatever tears he’d had left to cry were all gone now. There was just the twinge of missing Eddie, but that would go away soon enough. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Eds.”

“Thanks, baby.” Eddie’s answer was soft now. “So I, uh, get a couple hours to call people every day from one of the site’s phones. Can I keep calling you?”

“Please,” Steve heard Eddie exhale in relief. “Every day sounds perfect.”

“Good, good. I’ll have to, uh, use some of my time to talk to Wayne, but the rest of it is yours, baby. And Gareth, Jeff threw him into a different center too. His check-in was much less voluntary though.”

“Shit,” Steve winced. “Is there anything Robin or I can do to help?”

“Take Jeff and Chrissy out to a nice dinner and use the Amex,” Eddie snorted, causing Steve to laugh.

“Consider it done.”

“Good." Steve heard the sound of another voice behind Eddie. Eddie replied something Steve couldn't understand, but it was in the affirmative. "Doc says my time is up for today. My, uh, talk with Wayne took up a lot of time,” Eddie returned, and his voice trembled as he spoke. “But I’ll call you tomorrow and I’ll see you in six weeks.”

“Yes you will.” Steve shut his eyes and imagined Eddie was standing right in front of him. Eddie with his riotous curls and holey graphic tees and tight jeans. Eddie with his rings on his fingers, with Steve’s ring on his finger. Eddie, standing across from him and smiling at him with that twinkle in his eye that had first caught Steve’s attention all those years ago. 

“I love you, Eds.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. I’ll see you on the other side.”

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[hxltic]

this one might get me cancelled but i gotta get it off my chest.

Kristoff is big and strong— everybody knows that. But with that said, he’s an amazing person in general, very in touch with his emotions and going above and beyond for who he loves.

Sweet as pie, both beauty and braun, the snow clings to his bright blonde hair, reddening his cheeks to an embarrassing shade that he’s grown accustomed to.

godDAMN is he fine. No amount of imagery can do him justice. And I just know that with his acts of service love language, there isn’t a thing he wouldn’t be on his knees for if you desired it.

He manhandles you in bed. He manhandles you with everything. He grabs you, and his hands are delicate, careful not to break and shatter you everywhere as if you were sharp ice, but still lifting your weight effortlessly. It’s what he’s been doing all his life.

He’s a big, warm, man, and so are his kisses. One hand rests at your nape, the other wrapped around your back to pull you close. His sensitive skin is flushed, per usual, indicative of the growing hardness in front of you, but he doesn’t seem to care as he curls his head to reach deeper into your mouth.

And once you get farther into what you’re doing he’s tending to more than just your lips. He’s finding spots that make you squirm with a gentle finger ghosting your clit through your leggings, sucking in your whines desperately.

I don’t even have to go into depth about the way he eats pussy. Once you get past the first time, he’s a quick learner. Whole face is down when he devours you, not caring that your thighs are squeezing his cheeks and ears, licking and sucking with his eyes closed like there just isn’t anything that can pull him away. The tip of his nose glistens. You’re twisting and turning but instead of holding you down, he focuses on the task at hand and follows wherever you lead his head.

And when you finally take him out, you find that his length matches the rest of him. Only a few shades darker of a pink at the tip, wide in your hands, thick all the way around and the pale skin smooth. He’s sitting on the bed looking down at you sheepishly.

Running a hand down his red face, he goes, “Hey, you don’t have to do that,” not knowing what to hold onto— the sheets, your shoulders, or your hair. Even though you’re just repaying the favor he’s still so so sweet, telling you that you don’t have to despite the tangy aftertaste of your release still on his tongue.

You’re already wrapping your lips around his head, seemingly ignoring him, and rotating your hands along the shaft. “Oh God,” he groans, slightly squirming, not entirely knowing what to do, or rather, what boundaries to push.

Fast forward to when he’s on the verge of painting your face, finally with his hands resting gently in your hair, asking what he should do. But he’s breathing so heavily, and speaking so frantically, and trying to hold back from absolutely exploding, that with his fat cock in your mouth, you honestly have no idea what the hell is going on.

“Shit shit shit, baby where? Where can I- oh fuck,” his head tips back, but nothing happens yet. Somehow, he prayed to everything he loves that he wouldn’t come without an answer first. “Tell me, please,” he pleads quickly, out of breath.

You’re basically edging him with the way you have no response. It’s a mission that you’re programmed into now, consistently bobbing your head and allowing saliva to fall from your lips to trickle to his full balls. Then finally, your answer is “im ma mmph,” and Kristoff fully understood what it meant. Or if he didn’t, oops.

He outwardly groans as you splutter and take in the new warmth. His eyes are shut tight as he hisses at the feeling, cursing into the air and gripping your hair tight but careful not to pull.

Then you pop off, mouth covered in a mix of you, him, and everything in between. You blink up at him with those pretty, wet eyes. There’s a giant, devious smile on your face, and you use his knees to haul yourself up so you can see him eye-to-eye.

He stares back, eyes low but illuminating with afterglow. And when you beg, “please?” without even saying to what, he knows exactly what it is, and he also knows that he’s completely and utterly fucked.

He roughly grabs you by your underarms and switches your positions on the bed. He’s determined as he holds under your knees and forces them up when you fall back giggling, coming to hover above you and leaving kisses and marks down your neck. You place your hands to his sides.

In the meantime, he strokes his length a few times, just to remember what it’s like. Then he’s nudging himself along your folds, eyes still closed and nose behind your ear.

Suddenly, he rises above you again. His tip inches in but leaves as quickly as it came, leaving your whine floating in the air and a pout forming on your lips. “Kris,” your eyes close.

“No, I want you to watch it,” he demands, forcing your head up to look. He slips in, the both of you scoping intently, a gasp falling from your lips. His balls must tighten when your big eyes flicker up to him with your mouth agape.

“You feel so good, you don’t even know,” he sighs. And he’s pushing until he’s bottomed out, then retracting with the same motion, just to continue pumping back and forth into the warmth.

He’s so wide that it takes a bit to adjust, but when it does it’s perfect. He leaves no space unfilled. “S’big,” you moan.

There are the blonde’s moments where he is prideful.

“You can take it,” he smirks at you with that smile, kissing your forehead and speeding up to a rougher pace. His large hands come to the dips of your hips.

“Huuuhn, f-fuck,” the force cuts you off, forcing your hands to hold his wrists that grasp you. His large frame is overwhelming.

There’s a focus to his expression, like if he hit you at any wrong angle all of the progress would dissipate. He had absolutely nothing to worry about, but you can see the tenseness in his face. “Feels good, just like that.”

He glances past his hair, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you giggle, which ultimately dissolved into a moan. “Can feel you.”

He removes a hand to place it on your lower belly, looking between his thrusts and your face, “Here?”

As an answer, you throw your head back as far as it will go, groaning at the newfound pleasure. “Yes.”

He could feel himself going in and out, and the pressure had you reeling. It didn’t help that he was consistently hitting that bundle of nerves and activating all your senses at once.

Maintaining the force and speed, he grabs one of your hands and interlocks your fingers, leaving the hand on your tummy there. He comes forward and pushes it up the bed until you’re stretched out, leaving your other hand to have to relocate to his side. He begins to grind slowly. “Ugh, ‘m gonna come,” you whine.

“Go ahead. Wanna feel how tight you wrap around me before you drain me first,” he laughs breathlessly.

It’s only a few more and you’re doing exactly as he said, stilling in the silence of the bed moving and seeing white.

“Oh my god.”

©️ hxltic

#kinda short but it’s fine #maybe it’s good it wasn’t long #kristoff #frozen #frozen 2 #kristoff bjorgman #kristoff frozen #Kristoff frozen 2 #will I be cancelled for this #i’m sorry #smut #smut imagine #Kristoff smut #Kristoff imagines #Kristoff headcannons #Kristoff hc #Kristoff hcs

[twirlywhirlywriting]

What Would I Do Without You?

I finally did it!!! This was definitely a challenge for me as a writer. I am mostly used to female submissives so this was a huge change! I hope you all like it, I worked really hard on it! Here you go, my loves, submissive John Murphy!

Title: What Would I Do Without You?

TAGS/WARNINGS: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut, Sub!Murphy x Dom!/Reader, Reader’s POV, Fem Reader, Use of Y/N, Cussing, Soft Dom, Mistress Kink, Obedience, Reassurance, Strip Tease, Kissing, Praise, Fingering, Oral (f receiving), P in V (unprotected), Orgasms, Soft Edging (literally one time), Handjob, Slight Mess, Aftercare, Mentions of Love

The first thing that I need to point out before telling you anything, is that John Murphy is mine. He is the love of my life, he is my best friend, he is my baby. He’s my submissive, my fuck toy, my good boy, just mine. I know that when you look at us, we seem like any other “power couple” who are really just giant assholes who don’t care about anyone else but each other. But really, he’s just trying to give the people what they want, and well, I can’t help myself from being protective of him and his feelings. 

The only reason he is being so forceful in making everyone take off those stupid wristbands is because no one wants the fuckers who put us down here to follow us. We don’t deserve to be prisoners. We are lucky none of us are 18, otherwise we’d all be dead anyways. But they put us on this dropship without our permission. They are the ones who didn’t know if they were killing us or not. And now we have the entire Earth to ourselves. The last thing that any of us want is for those stupid assholes to follow us down and take control again, or worse, call us criminals again. We deserve this whole goddamn Earth to ourselves, we were the ones who were going to die for it if it turned out to be uninhabitable anyway. 

Most people understand this and are happy to take off the damn wristband-tracker-whatever the fuck they are. If everyone on the Ark thinks we died, they won’t follow us and we will finally be free. But Clarke and her stupid boy toy followers are making things way harder than they need to be. They’re being dicks to John, my John. I can’t stand it. 

“Stop it, Murphy! Everyone, you have to stop taking those off, the Ark has to know we’re alive!” Clarke screams at John over the fire. Maybe he is being a little bit intense, not letting anyone get dinner until they allow him to remove the wristband. But it’s for their own good! How can that bitch not see that? 

“No one wants the Ark to know we’re alive, Clarke. We want to be free. We deserve to be free.” He retorts, then turns to everyone, “Do you want to be the Ark's prisoners again? For doing nothing? For saving their asses and getting nothing in return?” He yells, and everyone around boos at Clarke; she and Wells look like they’re about to pop their top. 

She grabs a piece of meat anyways and starts eating, then glares at him. “No rules, right? Screw you, Murphy.” His eyes look like he’s ready to kill her, but I know that look. When he looks murderous, he’s really just sad, or scared, or something. Maybe angry too, maybe a bit murderous, but mostly sad. And that makes me fume. 

I hand my food to John and stand up. Yanking the food back from Clarke, I step right up to her and get in her face. “You know you can’t do that shit. Chaos is good, but you’re just being fucking stupid. He’s helping people, whether you realize it or not. You, Wells, and Finn can all just go on your merry fucking way and find your own food. We’ll get your wristbands later.” She looks like she’s about to throw a punch, but Finn stops her and pulls her away. I’m still fuming, who does she think she is? Finn is right, she is a fucking princess. Wells and Clarke think they get to decide all the rules just because his Daddy and her Mommy are in charge up there. Well, they’re fucking wrong. 

As I sit back down, John gives me back my food. We are both still so pissed off at the whole situation, and not just because of right now. Clarke and those stupid boys are always getting in John’s way. They truly think they can lead us! While I sit here thinking about how fucked up it is, John grabs my hand and brings it up to his lips, planting the softest kiss. I know he’s trying to calm me down, even though he’s just as mad as I am. He’s so fucking sweet. He could be ready to kill someone and when he looks at me or touches me, it is always so soft and loving. He treats me like a queen no matter how he feels. 

I smile at him and when I catch his eyes, I can tell he needs a break. He is trying so hard to keep his cool in front of everyone, but I can tell the frustration of the day and that encounter is getting to him. I quickly shove the last bite of food into my mouth and lead him to our tent with his hand in mine. I’m going to take all of his thoughts and make them melt away, I know just what to do.

The second we get inside, he asks, “Am I doing something wrong?” and I shake my head and smile at him, staring into his gorgeous blue eyes. You may think he likes to take charge with the way he acts around other people, but you’d have it all wrong. He needs the release of not having to make choices. To listen to someone else for a change, have someone else be responsible for him when no one is watching.

“No baby boy, nothing wrong at all. You’re perfect.” I kiss him on the lips, then kiss both of his cheeks, and when I look into his eyes again, I can’t take it. He’s just so hot, standing there and waiting to react to my every move. I kiss him again, harder this time, moving my hands up under his shirt a little to glide my hands along his stomach and chest. He grabs me by my waist and kisses me back deeply, stifling a small moan. I know he wants me. I grin and look up to him, putting my hand on his cheek softly. “What does my good boy want, hm?” 

He bites his lip and looks into my eyes, knowing just the right words to say. “I want to make you feel good, Mistress. I just want to feel you all over me. I want to feel you on my hands, my lips, my tongue, I want to please you with every part of me.” It’s hard for me to keep my composure when he says such yummy words.

“And you can have me. But not yet. Sit on the bed, for now you only get to watch.” He immediately obeys, sitting on the bed with his eyes glued to me. I slowly take off my shirt, much slower than normal, feeling his eyes look over every inch of my stomach, my ribs, my tits, my collarbone and neck, and finally my face again. With my pants, it’s the same thing. I turn around this time though, giving him a full view as I bend over and let him watch every part of my ass and legs become exposed. I peel my underwear off too, giving him just a quick peek of my pussy before standing up and turning around again. 

Instead of letting him touch me like he asked for, I smirk at him, trailing my hands up my stomach and start squeezing my tits, then trailing my fingertips around my nipples until they get hard. I love watching him practically drool, watching his pants get tight, his hands grabbing onto the sheets to stop himself from leaping up and grabbing me.  

I move a hand down my stomach, across my hips, parting my legs just enough to let my hand slip between them. I keep one hand squeezing my tit and sometimes pinching my nipple, letting the other hand glide along my slit, then I start to slowly rub my clit. I lean my head back and moan, wondering just how much this is killing him and enticing him to watch. After maybe a minute or so, I pull my hand back up, stare straight into his eyes, and lick the wetness off of my fingers. His face flushes, and I ask him, “What is it? Do you want a taste too?” 

He stumbles over his words as though he couldn’t get them out fast enough, “Yes, Mistress, please let me taste you.” It makes me feel so warm inside when he says these things. Of course, I’ll give him what he wants. I walk towards him, put a foot up onto the bed to give him a better view, and slide a single finger inside of myself. When I pull it out, it’s glistening. It’s fucking teasing me to do this too, but I love seeing how much he wants me. 

“Open.” I demand as I put my finger up to his lips, and he does so immediately. I slide my finger in his mouth, and he is happy to suck my finger clean. “Good boy, you are so patient. You get to touch me now.” I lay down onto the bed, “Whatever you want to do to start with, baby, you earned it.” 

He climbs on top of me, kissing my neck oh so gently, it almost tickles. He works his way down to my chest, and as he does so, his kisses become more erratic and have more pressure. He gets to my tits, and uses his tongue to circle my nipple, using a hand to follow suit on my other nipple. I close my eyes to fully enjoy the sensations, combing my fingers through his hair as he does this.

After a little bit of this, I feel my wetness and the tingle of desire a bit too intensely. “Okay, I need you on my pussy, right now.” The end of my sentence is almost a growl, I didn’t realize how fucking wet I was until it hit me like a brick wall and I couldn’t wait a single second longer. 

“Yes Mistress, of course.” He scoots back on the bed, wetting two of his fingers using my own juices, sliding one in and pumping a few times before adding the second. He starts kissing my clit, just warming me up as he continues to slowly pump his fingers in and out, just barely curling his fingers up at the last second of every thrust, only a whisper of a touch to my g-spot. Even with how soft he’s being, my breathing quickens. He’s not one to need too much direction on exactly how to please a woman. He doesn’t start off too fast, and he definitely knows where all the good spots are. Whether he’s naturally gifted, or if he’s practiced, I’ve never cared to ask. He’s all fucking mine and that’s the only thing that matters to me. 

“You’re doing so good, baby, you’re such a good boy for me, that’s just right.” I coo at him, making sure every second that he knows just how good he’s making me feel. 

His kisses on my clit slowly turn into kisses with tongue, and that turns into pressing his tongue into me with the tiniest of suction of his lips, letting go with a tiny pop every time. As his kisses change into this, his fingers start working faster, and the second he feels my g-spot swell, he starts fully curving them into that wonderful “come here” motion as he pumps them in and out of me. His tongue gets faster as well, consistent stimulation with suction every few seconds, it’s perfect. I grip the sheets with one hand and his hair in another, unable to control how loud or often I’m moaning. I can barely talk anymore, but I mumble out a “Good boy, just like that!” 

It only takes a couple of minutes before my orgasm comes to the brink, my legs shaking and the world around me practically spinning as I hit my peak. When it calms down, I grip his hair tighter and pull him up to me in a sloppy kiss, both of us breathing heavily. “Am I making you feel good, Mistress? That was good?” He asks me, and my heart melts. He is probably the only guy in the world to make a girl cum that hard and not be full of himself about it. He wants reassurance that he’s doing things just how I like them. Fuck, I love him. He is going to be mine forever, I swear to God. 

“Yes, you are doing so good, baby boy. I’m going to keep you mine forever. Understand?” I look into his eyes so that he knows that isn’t just pillow talk, that he really is mine. Forever. 

He nods with more enthusiasm than I’ve ever seen, and responds with the same seriousness in his voice that I had in mine. “Yes Mistress, I’m all yours, forever. You own me.” 

I give him one more kiss before switching our positions so that I’m on top of him now. “I need you to be inside me now.” I say as I slowly ease myself onto him, groaning as I feel the fullness inside of me. “It’s my turn to watch as you feel good, baby.” I say soothingly, before adding sternly, “now don’t you dare look away. I want to look into your eyes the whole time I’m making you feel good.”

He bites his lip and nods, almost immediately moaning as I start riding him, slowly at first, moving my hips up and down, then back and forth, then a mixture of them all, in a circle. I love watching the sweat slowly build in his hair, watching the muscles on his chest and abs clench as I make him feel so good. I place my hand on his chest to give me better leverage to go faster, faster, and stop right as I see he is starting to get closer to his orgasm. 

Disappointment flickers in his eyes, but only for a moment, he knows I’m never going to fully deny him. He’s too beautiful and perfect to truly be mean. I lean down to give him a kiss, before whispering into his ear. “Now, you’re going to make me cum again. I’m going to stay still, and you are going to fuck me like this, exactly how I tell you to.” 

“Yes Mistress, I want to make you cum on me. Please tell me what you want.” He begs and I groan quietly, he’s too fucking good. 

I straighten back up and tell him to start off slow, which he does. He keeps his hands on my waist to help him gain leverage, and I trail my fingers along his chest and tell him constantly how good he’s doing, how much he’s pleasing me. I tell him to go faster, then to slow down, then to go deeper and harder, then faster, then slow again. He follows along with my words perfectly. I like to work myself up to the edge, not too fast, I want to enjoy every moment of this. But when I notice he is getting a little tired, I tell him to speed up and fuck me as hard as he can. 

My nails dig into his chest as I cum, my head falling back as I moan and my legs squeeze against his sides, making it harder for him to continue fucking me but he pushes through. When I look back down at him I smile at his flushed face, “Stop, baby. You can stop. You are such a perfect fuck toy. Now it’s finally your turn.” 

I start riding him again, keeping up with the quick pace and making sure I’m going all the way down, pushing all of him inside me with every hip thrust. I love watching him pant and whimper as he gets close to the edge. “Mistress, please, I-I-I’m close!” he says with urgency, and I get off of him and immediately jerk him off, keeping the pace as I watch him cum all over himself, biting my lip as I watch.

“Look at what a mess you’ve made, baby.” I tease, making him blush a little bit but he knows I’m not mad. I just love watching him make a mess everywhere, especially on himself. I quickly grab a rag and clean him up, first wiping the sweat off his brow and then cleaning up his chest. 

I lay down next to him, propping myself up on my elbow. I kiss him all over his face, a million times practically, whispering in a soothing voice “You are such a good boy,” and “You did such a wonderful job,” and “It’s all over now baby, I love you so much.” and “I’ll be right here to care for you, always.” in between the kisses being peppered all over his face. He snuggles into me, and I am happy to hold him, regulating my own breathing in order to help him regulate his. 

I stroke his hair, humming softly in a soothing lullaby I forgot the words to a long time ago, every once in a while kissing the top of his head. After a while, he looks up at me and asks, “Did you really mean it, that I’m yours forever? Because.. I want to be. I always want to be yours, Y/N. Always.”

I smile back at him, my heart melting all over again. “Whatever would I do without you, John? I love you.” 

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[catierambles]

Blood Moon Ch.6

Pairing: Syverson x Annalisa Caulfield (OFC)

Note: *hefts the baseball bat*

Sy woke hearing a phone go off and Annalisa groaned, leaning over him to grab it from the nightstand, Sy taking the chance to pull her close and press a kiss to her temple.

“What?” She asked groggily, half laying on his chest. “What the fuh—Eugene it is...six in the goddamn morning. What do you want? Why the hell are you at my house at six in the morning? I spent the night at Sy's, that's why, but even if I hadn't, coming over at six in the fucking morning isn't cool.” She hung up, flopping over onto her back after putting her phone back on the nightstand.

“We should hook him and Tiffany up, let them be stalkers for each other.” Sy said and she gave a soft laugh.

“He's annoying, but he doesn't deserve that.” She said and he snorted. “Can we not be awake now?”

“Amen.” He said and rolled over on top of her, making her squeak in surprise.

“You're heavy!” She exclaimed, pushing at him futilely and he smirked, relaxing more on top of her and pushing her down into the bed further. “Sy!”

“Comfy.” He said, burying his face in her neck. The world spun and he was suddenly on his back, Annalisa sitting up on his hips with her fingers wrapped around his wrists, pressing them to the bed on either side of his head. He looked up at her with wide, surprised eyes and she grinned at him, leaning down to kiss him, her fingers slipping from his wrists as he moved to wrap his hands around her waist, sliding them up her back.

Aside from the amorous morning, they spent most of the day in bed sleeping, Sy holding her against his chest. She never complained about being too warm, and he knew he put out a lot of body heat. Finally dragging themselves out of bed around mid afternoon, she made him a late lunch, telling him she'd get something later for herself as eating right after waking up made her nauseous.

“Question for ya.” He said as he ate.

“Shoot.”

“So, you know I like that you're hairless on your lady bits.”

“Seem to, yeah.” She said with a snort.

“But you don't have hair...anywhere. Aside from your head, that is.”

“I mean, I do, it's just very fine and soft. Peach fuzz, basically.” Annalisa said, “It's a genetic disorder. That hormone just never kicked in for me at puberty, so I don't grow normal adult body hair. Arms, legs, arm pits, lady bits as you called them. I got nothing.”

“And it's genetic?”

“My dad was the same way.” She said with a shrug, “Man was never able to grow a beard. Baby face until the day he died. Probably why I can't have kids, either. Ovaries don't function like they should. I have no idea. But, hey, it also means I don't have a period, so I'll take that win.”

“Didn't keep your dad from havin' you.”

“Functions differently for men and women. Ovulation is a whole hormonal process, guys just have to get off.”

“Good point.” Sy said. “I like not havin' to wrap it, wouldn't have raised a fuss if I had to though, guess it's just...”

“Kids.”

“Yeah. Brothers have a mess of'em. Lottsa nieces and nephews.”

“You were thinking about what it would be like to have a family with me?”

“Bit soon, I know. Kids just popped into my head when you reminded me you couldn't have'em, is all.”

“How did this go from you like that I don't have pubic hair, to you're bummed kids will never be in the future for us?” She asked and he snorted.

“I dunno.” He said and she moved around the small dining room table, Sy pushing out the chair and turning it slightly so she could slide sideways into his lap, her arms resting on his shoulders.

“There's something about you, Sy.” She said, running her fingertips over the stubble covering his scalp, “I don't know what it is.” Her thumb moved over the high of his cheek, “It's only been a few days, but I want...”

“Forever.” He said and she nodded with a small, embarrassed smile. “Me too.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, Annie, I do.” Sy said, “You laid me out, I'm down for the count, and every time I try to get up, I'm flat on my back again.”

“You need help getting back up?”

“I'm good where I am.” He said and she gave a soft laugh. “So, yeah. I want forever with you too.” Leaning into him, she kissed him, holding the side of his neck. His eyes closed as he sank into her kiss but when he pulled away, her eyes were sad. “What, baby?”

“Nothing.” She said, giving him a reassuring smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. She went to slide off his lap, but he pulled her back, holding her in his arms against his chest.

Annalisa watched him sleep, his face relaxed. A terrible decision rampaged through her brain, keeping her awake. She wished she had someone to talk to about it, but she had no one. Eugene would lose his mind if he knew what she was debating, and the others wouldn't understand. They'd tell her it was too soon, she hadn't known him that long, they hadn't been together that long. All very good points, but “forever” felt like the bladed pendulum from the clubs namesake, swinging back and forth above her, slowly getting closer. Forever was an eternity, but over in the blink of an eye.

Moonlight came in through the window behind him, gradually getting brighter as the clouds passed by and an odd growl bubbled up his throat. It was an inhuman sound and it made her pause. A furrow creased his brow, his top lip starting to curl somewhat as the growling grew more intense.

“Sy?” She asked gently, but he stayed asleep. His lips curled away from his teeth and she watched as they lengthened, becoming razor sharp fangs that filled his mouth. The moonlight dimmed again and his teeth blunted, his ragged breathing evening out and his face relaxing once again. It had been over and done in a matter of a few moments and he was none the wiser, having never woken up. “Fuck.”

#henry cavill #captain syverson #blood moon

[vintagepresley]

Could you please write something where the reader pranks and scares Elvis?

Aw poor baby. Thanks for the request. ❤️

Elvis had invited you over to hangout with him and some of the guys and a lot of the time they all just liked to horse around or play football outside around the grounds of Graceland. But Elvis' personal favorite was riding around Graceland on his golf carts, he had invited you to go for a ride with him. You were bit hesitate because of how crazy he would drive, but you figured you trusted him enough to not kill you so you hopped right in with him. The moment you got in he already had shit eating grin on his face and you narrowed your eyes at him playfully. "Don't you dare drive crazy!" you exclaimed. "I'm not!" he said with a chuckle. But you could tell by that look on his face that he was going to be an ass and do it anyway. Your hands griped onto the cart the moment he took off like a mad man. "Elvis!" you squealed. He glanced over at you just laughing to himself as he continued to drive around like crazy and the rest of the guys watching and laughing as you screamed.

Suddenly an idea popped into your head since he wanted to scare you, why not get even with him? As he continued to drive around the cart thrashing the both of you side to side and nearly knocking you out from the bumps he went over and then he drove around the back of Graceland driving over the bumps purposely to make the ride even more scary and bumpy, but you smirked waiting for the right moment to pull a little prank on him just to make him freak out just as he had done to you. He drove at full speed over a bump causing you to scream and he was just laughing his head off at the whole ordeal. You were use to roughhousing and getting a few bumps and bruises because you grew up with a bunch of brothers and luckily the carts didn't go so fast that you couldn't hop right out. So the moment he went over another bump you managed to hop out, landing in the grass and watching him continue to drive as if nothing was happened. But as he continued to laugh he realized he didn't hear your screams anymore.

He glanced over to see that you were missing and he quickly stopped the car nearly flinging himself out with how fast he stopped and you quickly laid flat-out in the grass, resting your hand over your head as you groaned in pain. When he spotted you his eyes widen and he freaked out. "Y/N!" he yelled. He ran over to you as fast as he could, kneeling down in the grass and propping you up in his arms. "Oh my god, are you okay?! Is anything broken? Are you hurt?" he said panicked. You continued to just groan almost wailing in pain dramatically as you continued to hold your head, your eyes slowly opening to look at him. "W-Who are you?" you say weakly, dramatically. "Oh my god! You must of hit your head on somethin'. It's me, E-Elvis.. Don't ya remember me??" he said as the worry in his voice grew worse. "Elvis? Oh, is that y-you?" you say weakly. "I'm so sorry, I-I didn't mean to hurt you!" he said, yelling out for the guys now to help. He looked like he was on the verge of crying because of how bad he felt and now you were starting to feel bad because it was just a prank. The guys came running over to try to help almost looking just as concerned as him.

You removed your hand from your head and started smiling at Elvis and then you hopped up. "Gotcha!!! You should've seen your face. You were so scared." you laughed, mocking the expression he had on his face. Elvis narrowed his eyes at you as he stood back up. "Goddamn, Y/N!! That shit isn't funny! I thought you really got hurt!" he shouted. "That's what you get for driving like that trying to scare me!" you say, sticking your tongue out at him. "You goddamn-" he didn't even finish his sentence before he started running toward you and you screamed running away from him and he proceeded to chase you around. "Get back here!" he yelled. The sight of the two of you running around was a sight for everyone, even if Elvis did catch you this wasn't over because Elvis didn't like to be pranked but he certainly loved to do the pranking and he wasn't going to let you off easy for giving him a scare like that.

**

I wasn't too sure how to end this. BUT ENJOY.

#elvis presley #elvis x you #elvis x y/n #elvis x reader #elvis fluff #elvis imagine #requested

[celtic-crossbow]

MarchWeres Day 19

Prompt: Silver

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Tabby (oc)

Warnings: Gunshot wound; field surgery

Tabby had no idea what she was doing. All she knew was that Daryl was dying and she was the only person that could do anything to try and stop it. There was no guarantee that removing the bullet would stop the spread. Veins were blue and bulging, spreading from the wound like a web. Each moment she wasted was a moment closer to losing him.

Goddamn Negan. He knew what Daryl was. He fucking knew and when Daryl wouldn’t create his werewolf army, he shot him. With a fucking silver bullet. Tabby had been running on pure adrenaline and fear when she busted him out, fully expecting him to shift. He couldn’t. His body was failing. The curse was restrained by the poison running through his system. Fuck fuck FUCK!

“Hold on, baby. Please, hold on for me.” She doused the wound with whiskey, the only thing they had that might work as a disinfectant.

Daryl’s back arched when the liquid filled and poured across the bullet hole in his stomach. “Ya gotta—fuck, get it out.”

“I know. Stay awake.” His energy was flagging, his blue eyes fighting to stay open. The redhead was quick to unbuckle her belt, folding it once, and pressing it against his mouth. “Bite down, baby.” It took him a moment to comply, lips trembling when he finally parted them.

Tabby took a few quick, steadying breaths and pressed hard on the tip of the knife. She could only hope his ability to heal at an accelerated rate would kick in and he’d be fine. But the screaming. Even behind the belt, he was wailing, arching off the ground with each maneuver of the blade.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so—” The tip of the knife caught against metal. “Just a little more. Almost.” His hand grabbed onto her thigh, squeezing so hard Tabby thought he might actually break the skin. Pushing a little deeper, she was able to get the blade beneath the slug and pop it out. It hit the ground and rolled, her hand clumsily chasing it and finally snagging it. Lifting it to eye level, she let out a relieved sob. It seemed to be whole. It was possible that no fragments remained. “I got it, baby. It’s out.”

Daryl spit out the belt, bleary eyes finding her face. “Ya did good, Spitfire.”

To her eyes, nothing was changing. The hole remained, blood weeped from the wound, and the veins still bulged and pulsed. With more than a few tears, she gently lifted Daryl’s head to rest on her thighs, wincing with the pressure added to where he had held onto her. “It’s not healing. What do I do? Tell me what to do, Daryl!”

He chuckled. “S’okay, Tabby-cat. S’healing. S’gonna take a little longer. The silver—it—I’ll be able to walk soon an’ we’ll go home.”

She nodded, tears falling onto his cheeks. “I’ll be able to take care of you at home.”

#marchweres #marchweres 2024 #day 19 #silver #daryl dixon #murda writes #daryl dixon x female oc #the walking dead #daryl dixon fanfiction #were!daryl #werewolf au #werewolves

[hualianff]

Bonding Trip

Post-canon Xianle trio take on kayaking: MQ in the front, XL in the middle (not paddling), and FX in the back. 

Except they keep going in circles. 

XL is supposed to be giving orders but fengqing keep clashing 😭

MQ: “Fengxin, I swear to god you better stop telling me what to do - I’m literally in the front and have the best view of where we’re going”

FX: “ok but just because you’re in the front doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t see, idiot. I’m doing my part so I don’t know why the fucking kayak isn’t turning LEFT for some goddamn reason-“

MQ: “oh, so we’re doing the blame game now?”

FX: “does blaming have to be inherently wrong? WE’RE NOT MOVING-“

Meanwhile, XL is staring down the stream and thinking to himself:  “hmm, the water is moving faster that way hmm”

It’s a waterfall.

Fengqing: [still arguing]

XL: “waiT gUYS”

Fengqing: [not even listening, not even rowing at this point]

XL whips out the backup paddle and accidentally thwacks both MQ and FX on the head.

XL: “GUYS WE HAVE TO TURN AROUND NOW”

MQ and FX finally seeing their impending doom: “…shit”

Fortunately, all three martial gods manage to row against the current and end back up on calm waters. That is when they finally capsize the kayak because MQ and FX try to take a swing at each other and XL ducks right in time to dodge-

SPLASH! They tip over in a fit of shouts, the last thing heard being: “I hate you SO MUCH!”

It was MQ.

MQ who pops up from the water like a wet cat - NOT a happy camper at all - glaring daggers at FX who bobs up and down a few feet away. 

XL is just chilling. At first, he made sure he still had on the necklace with HC’s ashes, but other than that, he didn’t particularly care about what state his clothes or appearance was in.  

In fact, as XL is treading the river, he thinks the water is actually kind of refreshing. 

MQ: *COMPLAINING AND SCREAMING IN THE BACKGROUND*

FX: *occasionally screaming something back when he’s mentioned*

XL, absentmindedly: “Honestly, the river is kinda refreshing.” 😇

Suddenly, the silence is deafening. 

MQ: “the fuck did you just say?”

XL: “I-i just said that it’s not so bad, isn’t it? It was too hot today-”

MQ, popping a vein: “YOU- YOU- Y-“ 

MQ can’t even collect himself enough to speak. He’s visibly trying not to choke on angry tears, just seriously regretting even agreeing to this so-called bonding activity. (Not really though.)

Minutes later, FX and MQ are still arguing - trying to strangle each other at this point - while XL is floating on his back behind them. 

None of them notice how far away their kayak is drifting.

Also, where did their paddles go?

When they finally agree to swim to the shore, MQ is left behind as he isn’t the best swimmer compared to FX and XL. 

It’s only after telling FX, “At least we’re still together, which equals good memories,” that XL looks back-

Right as MQ’s head goes underwater.

“Motherfuc-“

XL gasps in shock. 

“GAHH MU QING JUST DISAPPEARED-“ XL exclaims, doggy-paddling in place as he points to where MQ was just seconds ago.

FX also turns around.

“Let’s leave him.”

XL: 😠

FX: “oKAY oKAY LETS GET HIM”

***

So something dragged MQ under.

Merpeople? Water dragons ? Human-like sea creatures? Who knows. But there’s a whole underwater civilization that Xianle trio find themselves in. 

The creatures that pulled MQ under were just babies and thought he was pretty, so they kidnapped him. XL manages to communicate through body language and is welcomed enthusiastically - somehow he makes friends everywhere he goes!

And then one of the sea creatures tries to wife FX up. FX is hell-bent on swimming tf out of there, has wanted to leave the moment he was approached. 

World’s away, HX feels it in his bones that XL is getting into some shit: “Someone go collect this man.”

It’s him. HX is the one who ends up finding Xianle trio, tracking XL down to say, “Xie Lian, get your ass back to Hua Cheng, he’s worried about you.”

Because the spiritual energy doesn’t work in the underwater kingdom, XL couldn’t inform his husband of his whereabouts. The Xianle tiro + HX begin to leave, but the creatures apparently want them to stay and try trapping them.

HX is not having it.

HX: “not on my watch- or else that one-eyed freak will have my head”

HX effortlessly helps the Xianle trio escape. As they break the surface of the unsuspecting lake, HC is already waiting above shore as he had received a signal from HX hours earlier.

HC sweeps XL up from the water and immediately dries XL’s clothes and body. 

“Gege seems to have had quite the adventure today.”

XL smiles up at his husband, leaning in for a warm hug.

“A true bonding experience, haha.”

FX, MQ, and HX: 💀💀💀

HC pulls seaweed from XL’s hair: “I’m glad Gege had fun then.”

MQ pointing at XL: “I’m never letting you plan a trip again”

XL: “ok, then Fengxin can plan the next one! 🥰🥰”

MQ: “absolutely NOT”

FX: “HA, HE GOT YOU GOOOOOD”

HC to XL: “invite me next time too”

XL: “of course, my love” :) 

FX: …

MQ: “who’s laughing now”

#tgcf #heaven official's blessing #xie lian #mu qing #feng xin #he xuan #hua cheng #hualian #cerdrabbles #canon compliant #funny

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

okay listen i have some Thots about Hangman x Ronnie that i need to get out of my system before they eat me alive. Under the cut cause they are NSFW

smut minors DNI 18+ only pls

So this man...This man is in control 100% of the time in his day-to-day life. He flies a giant death trap for a living, he's in the damn Navy, and it is my own personal headcanon that he is always thinking three steps ahead. He's had his life planned out since he was 7. Like the dude has an iron fist around his life and he does not let up on it very easily.

And that DOES NOT really change when he's in the bedroom

Definitely slight dom aspects, but nothing too crazy. He knows what he likes and he is also well versed in how to get a woman off. His sexual partners always come and come hard.

It's just another way to keep people away from him tbh

If he's fully in control they can't see all those vulnerable pieces of him and he likes it that way

But if he gets into a committed, loving, trusting relationship? Like he has with Ronnie?

A completely different side of him comes out

One that is so freaking tired of being in control, that just wants to let go, that just wants to have no thoughts and be absolutely wrecked

So to Ronnie, I wouldn't use the word submissive, he just lets her take any and all control (I mean, he's still chatty as hell and cocky and will often take over when he wants something done)

More often than not, she is on top - milking him for all he's worth.

Does this man have sensitive nips? yeah. he does. no i will not explain further.

Some days he'll just come home from base and say "I need you."

She knows what he needs. She fucks him till he's pussy dumb, till he can't speak, she'll bring him to orgasm as many times as he can take. Till he's practically trying to run away from her pussy.

"Darlin', I can't - s'too much."

"You're not there yet baby. You're still speaking full sentences."

He could easily pull her off of him if he really wanted. And when he doesn't she knows it's okay.

He'll come with something between a whine and scream slipping past his lips and he's a babbling mess, tears streaming down his face and hands fisting the sheets. Then he goes completely boneless - his head just entirely empty.

Ronnie slips off of him with a smile (she's gotten multiple orgasms out of this too, trust me), and he can barely even react to the oversensitivity now. She cleans them both up and then orders dinner from their favorite takeout place. And it feels freaking great.

She used her vibrator on him once and he blacked out for a few seconds he came so hard.

He's into the idea of pegging

But they haven't tried it yet, mostly because Ronnie is hesitant about the whole thing.

There are some days where Ronnie wants him to be in control though!! And he is more than willing, happy, and proud to do it!

That man is good with his mouth and puts it to use i'm telling you what

He just *clenches fist* fucking loves it when she chants his name like a goddamn prayer

um anyway....hope you all enjoy that now i can go back to living my life

this is the closest thing to smut you will get out of my asexual ass so appreciate it while it lasts

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#oc: ronnie bradshaw #fic: come over here and overwhelm me #fd: top gun #jake seresin x ronnie bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake seresin imagine #hangman imagine #jake hangman seresin x oc #jake seresin x oc #hangman x oc

[sapphic-woes]

Had the worst day with my family tw: thought of 💀

Not rlly going to go into a ton of detail but since I do mention thoughts and shit I thought I should put it under readmore

Anyways, I'm trying to do self-recovery while I'm in school yeah? Then went I'm outta school hopefully the transition to out patient will be easier cuz I've already taken baby steps, yeah?

So. I have brain zaps. Dunno why. I ask my therapist, she says "it gives me...malnourished bestie. Pop an Ensure?" So I journey to the grocery store and get some. Turns out mi mama called and I missed it!! So I call her back and just casually tell her what I was busy doing.

Kid you not. Deadass. Her immediate reaction:

"Oh no Ensure is full of sugar, you drink three and you get diabetes just like that!"

...👁️👄👁️

I am. Malnourished. I am. In recovery. Recovery for a goddamn ED....why did you think that was okay to say???

So I break down. She doesn't even know why I'm crying. Later I play apex with my bro and tell him about it.

...He tries to understand "why mom said what she said" and swears it was "miscommunication between us"

Like???? It's common knowledge that our mom is a bit controlling over food. So why do you suddenly need to understand why she would be concerned about the sugar intake? She cares more about that than the fact that I have a literal fucking ED?? And what miscommunication? She told me there was too much sugar and I'd get diabetes from it. What the fuck am I supposed to interrupt that as??

Anyways, he twisted the whole fucking Convo when after I finally got him to understand why that was so wrong and I pointed out that "because the family lacks empathy, it's really hard to understand my point of view" and proceeded to say that he was... perfectly fine. Like dude no it's kinda odd you didn't get why the comment was offensive in the first place?

So yeah I felt so overwhelming devastated and alone that I started think abt Stuff with a capital S and now I'm just lying in bed. Sad lmao. Wish I had a family that loves me enough to go to therapy.

#rambling

[argethara]

A/N: Hello, argethara reporting! I’m back from customer service hell. Here’s a piece to celebrate my freedom. A sweet crackfic from @levihanbaryo‘s pool of prompts. I hope y’all are still obsessed with levihan as much as I do. If not, why???

Oh, and btw! Levihan Baryo admins and participants are working hard to finish a zine for our beloved ship. Please support and root for our works soon! 

You can also hang-out with us in our Discord server. Just DM me for the link.

Okay, here goes my trash.

PROMPT: Levi got a huge crush on Dr. Hange Zoe so he decided to receive an extra dose of vaccine from them. 

C/W: Profanities, crack medical process (please this is the prompt given, don’t be mad)

(Context: Yes, this is COVID-19 vaccine. Yes, in our country, people get 2 shots of the vaccine and 2 booster shots. Yes, we don’t have a lot of the J&J brand.) 

It’s not everyday that a person like Levi Ackerman gets nervous as shaking, heart popping out of his chest kind of nervous. Heck, he wasn’t even an inch close to this scared when he was brought by his uncle to a clinic one random day to finally be an actual man. He didn’t even cry after the procedure. Didn’t flinch when he got home with a pain worth his life on his official man dong. And he’s barely eleven years old then. 

Levi “the strongest” Ackerman wasn’t this restless on his first job interview too. 

So why does meeting a doctor for a vaccination schedule make him squeak?

Goddamn, it’s more embarrassing to think that he does mixed martial arts in his free time and he’s acting all anxious on his seat for a second-long puncture on his skin.

“Neeeeext!”

Levi stands up and sits on the next chair. It’s almost his turn and he can feel the rush of blood in his veins more, the sweat profusely dropping and staining his baby blue button down shirt. His eyes grow when he tries to peek and the wetness shows on the fabric. He immediately closes his arms to his sides, sitting straight and looking around, trying to find that familiar face. 

And there they are. In one corner of the hall, he can see them talking with an elderly woman and throwing the used syringe in the biohazard bin. Levi starts gawking as his surroundings fade into view and his focus tunnels to the bird nest on their head, sliding his vision on the gorgeous bridge sitting nicely between their never-fading, blazing hazelnut eyes, crinkling as their wide smile brightens the whole place. 

 A noise ruins his pink slow motion filter. 

“Neeext!” “Neeext!” 

His knees start to wobble a bit. The nurse gives him a strange look. As he draws near, he realizes something that makes all his shakiness replaced with cold disappointment. 

After sweating and doing all the math in his head, the person they came for stands up and says, “Better get back to the hospital. See you tomorrow, Dr. Yeager!” 

“Thank you for assisting today, Zoe. Oh, if you see Eren around, tell him to go home early,” Dr. Yeager replied.

“Copy that, Doc! Your son really bakes amazing stuff, I’ll make sure to buy some eclairs for my interns.”

“You bet. Rest too, sweetheart.”

No, stay, Levi wishes silently.

The person laughed beautifully, loudly. Levi stops on his tracks, which the nurse guiding him obviously didn’t appreciate.

“Sir, it’s your turn-” 

And Levi does his mental calculation again as he watches the person fix their things, preparing to head out of the facility.

He looks at this Dr. Yeager which eerily reminds him of his spiteful mixed martial arts club mate in college. Who also likes to say, “Don’t let them know your next move” when he’s about to lose the match. 

Don’t let them know your next move

Don’t let  them know your next move

Don’t let them know your next move

He hates to admit but he does exactly what the pathetic monkey is chanting in his head.

He does the unexpected.

Looking at the nurse that is already frowning harder than he could, he frowns his hardest, clenching his chest with a fist, and kneels dramatically on the floor. “Eugh” “Eugh!” 

The nurse watches him heartlessly as she sighs. 

He drops down to the floor further with his hands on his chest, emphasizing the “Eugh” as he continues. He feels his face is so red at that point. He has never done this all his life. 

His eyes are still closed. He is becoming more self-conscious and realizes this is the most regrettable decision he has made. Or not, his mind debates. If he gets the attention of that damn doctor, bugging his wits to its end every night, then this shitty act might be worth it after all.

Good fucking thing that I’m a hundred kilometers away from my city.

The things I do, just so I could call you mine.

Mikasa’s playlist started consoling him away from his current state. Oh to do some stupid teenage lovesick bullshit when you’re in your thirties. 

“Sir, please calm down! I’m Pieck, a nurse. Where does it hurt?”

Levi opened an eye. The snobbish nurse is near him. 

Fuck, just get out here. 

He glances at where the person is and they are watching him. Good, he rolls a bit towards Dr. Zoe, bumping to some chairs.

The damn nurse held him in place by his shoulder. 

“Sir! Open your eyes. Please tell me where it hurts so I can help you. Try not to move much.”

Go fucking away!

Levi has the urge to yell but his act will be caught and he doesn't want his efforts to fail. He’s already doing a ridiculous way of getting their attention, and might as well succeed. 

“I- I, my b-brain an-d my heart fucking hurts,” he suddenly said.

Yes, my brain is at the edge. I don’t know how to keep up nor end this shit I started.

“Huh? Can you stand, Sir? What’s your name?” Nurse Pieck asked. 

God, help me. 

“No.” I won’t stand unless Dr. Zoe will get me up. 

The nurse makes him lie on the ground and he complies, not knowing what his next move will be anymore. Seems like he’s not stupid enough to pull of a stupid decision like Zeke does. His fist is still on his chest to keep the act straight.

“What’s happening?” 

Hallelujah. 

“Oh, Doc Zoe! He’s sweating and panting hard but I haven’t checked any vital signs yet. He said his brain and heart hurts. He’s been like this for two minutes now.”

“Alright. Thank you, Pieck.” Levi feels a presence on his right side. 

He opened his eyes to the brunette when they touched his forehead. 

The pants got harder.

Fucked. I am fucked. Why did I do this?

“Sir, can you speak? What’s your name?”

Their sparkling brown eyes are at him. Curious, like he’s a fucking specimen in the lab but that’s alright. He made them stay. 

His chest actually tightens. Breathtaking. 

Dr. Zoe chuckled and he blinked. Shit, he almost forgot he’s acting. 

“What’s your name?” They repeated.

“Levi,” he muttered. 

“Okay, Levi, I’m Dr. Hange Zoe. Is the pain still there?”

“A-ah, Y-yea. It’s… I can’t breathe properly.”

“Rate your pain from 1-10.”

“Earlier 8, now it’s 5.”

“Can you stand?”

“Yeah.”

“Now we’re talking!” They beamed at the nurse and the latter rolled her eyes.

“You can leave Levi to me now, Nurse. You can attend to the others.”

Pieck huffed, “I can handle this, though! You’re about to go out.”

“It’s okay. I still have some time. I’ll just go to the cafe next time.”

Pieck gives him a look one last time and goes back to the other people on the line. Dr. Zoe helps him to sit on a chair. They’re smiling like it’s business as usual but it’s enough for Levi’s heart to actually palpitate abnormally. 

“Ah, can you hold on for a minute?”

Levi nods as a response. He dares not to look around. He knows they’re still watching. Especially the witch that was assisting him earlier. Her eyes are sending laser beams from afar, he can tell. 

They step out and he watches them instead. 

When they get back to him, they give them a cup of water. And they both sit quietly as he downs the liquid.

The doctor takes a breath and smiles as he glances to their side. 

“How are you feeling?” They inquired.

“Better.” He muttered.

“That’s quite a scene, eh? Have you had any experience like that before?”

His ears turn pink. “This is the first time.”

“Can I?” They raised their manual sphygmomanometer. 

He nodded.

They measured his blood pressure. Staring at him closely from time to time. 

Damn, they smell like sweat and isopropyl alcohol. 

I should say something.

Shit, almost done?

They bite their lip when focused.

That’s sexy.

“It’s higher than normal but you’ll survive with a bit of rest and water. You should cool down if you wanna get the vaccine today, but you can return to-”

“No.” The doctor is surprised with his firm tone. 

“O-oh. You might be a busy person. I understand-”

“No, I’m not busy I, I just-” he stutters.

“Ahh… Oh!” Hange holds his hands in theirs and Levi almost freaks out. He likes it, though. They have warm, comforting hands.

“Do you have trypanophobia?” They whispered.

“Huh?”

The person is closer to Levi than he allows people to be with him on normal days. But he is now basking in their attention. It is a successful mission. No matter how fucked the method he did.

They nodded consolingly. “That’s okay. No shame on being afraid of needles. I know a lot of people who are the same. They even run away or faint sometimes. Some doctors do too! I’m proud of you for conquering your fears and getting this vaccine…”

Doctor Hange Zoe rambles about the benefits of vaccination and how to defeat his fears. He hears the name of a psychiatrist that can help him with his problem. Their speech goes from one ear to the other. The highlight of his day is not only that he managed to talk with the doctor this time, he was also touched, comforted. 

“...And you see, all the citizens of the world are being monitored right now. Paradis even has a database of all the people who already had the vaccine that’s been distributed. Oh! Good Ymir! I haven’t asked your whole name yet.”

“Levi Ackerman.”

And it happens so fast. He’s now sitting on a chair in one of the booths. Being taken care of by THE Hange Zoe themself. As soon as they’re done, he grabs the opportunity to exchange numbers. “I’m passionate about recovering from fears! Please get in touch when you’re ready to talk with a psychiatrist. He’s a friend of mine but I highly recommend him for his expertise you know…”

Another five-minute monologue on his mental health and he doesn’t give a fuck anymore. He rarely accepts opinions of others yet it feels like heaven that they’re overly worried about his well-being. 

The day ends with him taking an hour flight to Sina where he actually lives and works. 

On the following day, he wakes up and crawls on his bed with a heavy body, burning deep to his bones from the side effect of the vaccine. 

He smiles as the notification pops out messages from his precious Hange Zoe.

“Hi Levi! This is Hange in case you didn’t save my number. How are you? I’m sorry, I forgot to register your name yesterday! I was talking a lot and I forgot and I know it’s my negligence as a doctor. It’s a very rare mistake on my part. Please forgive me! I’ll do it immediately when I get to the hospital.” Sent 6:12 AM.

“You must be sleeping. I want to inform you about the registration. System says you already completed your set of vaccines in North Sina General Hospital a week ago. But maybe it’s a system error. Let me ask this to my colleagues.” Sent 7:00 AM. 

“Hi, Levi! Did you forget to take your last booster shot last week? I’m afraid I gave you a fifth one. Do you know that there are only 2 sets for the initial and 2 booster shots? I’ve committed two offenses against my practice already if that’s the case. Oh God! I was so careless, I forgot to check the database beforehand.” Sent 7:24 AM.

“Remember Dr. Smith, the psychiatrist? He said the database is very very updated. OMG. Can we talk?” Sent 7:50 AM. 

9 missed calls from Sunshine <3

He chuckles weakly. The fuck he’s gonna tell them. That he’s a stupid simp?

Levi presses their number to call them back. 

“Levi! Oh my God! How are you? I’m really sorry! I think-”

He laughs. They sound like they care about him.

“I- huh? Hello? Are you okay?”

“Don’t worry.”

“Huh?” 

“You don’t have to worry. It’s entirely my fault,” he coughs.

“A-are you sick?”

“No, uh yeah, but it’s just a side effect of the vaccine. It usually goes away after a day of rest.”

“So did I really give you a third booster shot?” They are sniffing on the other line. 

“Yeah.” 

“Oh no!” The cries get louder. 

“Shh, shh, hey. Doctor, listen. Can I tell you something?”

“Hm?” sniffs, “Yeah, anything. I’m really sorry.”

“You really don’t remember me?”

“What do you mean?” 

He sighs, “That’s disappointing. We even laughed with the children in the orphanage together.”

“Orphanage?”

“Yeah, five months ago, The Ymir’s Heart For Angels Foundation event.”

There’s silence. Levi looked at his phone, checking if they hung up already.

“You might’ve been too busy to remember me. Sorry for acting stupid. It’s not your fault. I didn’t know we could only get up to four shots. And a fever won’t kill me, you know that too. Someone told me you’re a doctor in Shiganshina and I happen to be in the area for business. So I tried visiting you but you weren’t in the hospital for two days. It’s almost my flight so I got desperate and went to the vaccination center.”

“Do you have a fever?” They cut his confession. 

“Well, yeah, kind of.” He admits. 

“You kinda deserve that.”

“Hm, yeah.” He laughs at their annoyed voice.

“Do you have family taking care of you?”

“I’m alone. Ah- I have a cat, if it counts as family.”

“Mr. Ackerman, I’m not joking with you.”

“Neither am I, Dr. Zoe.”

Someone is calling the doctor from their end. He waits and relaxes on their words he barely understands. Their end goes quiet after some time.

“Doc? Hange?” He asks.

“Don’t risk my license to meet me next time.”

“Wha-”

The phone beeps as his caller ends the call. 

“Call me tonight” Sent 1:15 PM.

#levihan #attack on titan #levi ackerman #hange zöe #argethara

[one-winged-dreams]

Ghouls Being Dudes Part 1

ship: just ghouls being dudes (Knox Harrington, Vandal Cleaver, & Adriel Wrynn) word count: 827

Vandal kills a man and it’s shenanigans all the way down the board.

It was not the first time in Santa Monica that three men stood over a dead body literally red-handed with guilt, and by God, it would hardly be the last. Especially if these guys had anything to say with it.

"VANDAL, WHAT THE HELL, MAN?" Knox was currently gripping his hair as if the mind-blowing train of events that had transpired threatened to pop his skullcap clean off. 

"FUCK!" Adri had taken the splash zone seats, and baby, Shamu the murder whale had delivered. There was a clean arc of blood sprayed almost suggestively across his face, his eyes clenched and his nose scrunched. "My eyes! I think he's in my eyes!"

"Shut up! Both of you shut up!" Vandal was using his big boy voice, someone currently had to corral these idiots, and if it had to be him, so be it. "What is this, amateur hour? Have neither of you infants experienced a simple singular homicide before? WELL?"

"Why is that even a question, we spend this much time around you, don't we?" Knox was currently trying to hand Adri a wet wipe from the desk he found while he had been rifling through the hospital drawers. The Malkavian ghoul swatted in his general direction, making sputtering noises and smacking him once across the face before receiving his damp, limp prize. 

"It was rhetorical, Knox, goddamn! And he's still got my pen! Go get it!" Vandal pointed down at the corpse's neck area where the office supplies reached proudly for the heavens, not unlike the sword in the stone.

"I'm NOT goin-"

"Gimme that!" 

Knox was quickly beaten by Adri straddling the dead man, firmly grasping the pen and pulling it FREE!

… Of its cap, which remained lodged in the man's jugular. 

"You stabbed him with the BLUNT END??" Knox sounded equal parts exasperated and impressed.

"I wonder if I sucked on the end if blood would come out like a fucking Capri Sun-"

"Take it OUT that was an expensive pen. Janet's been trying to steal it from me for WEEKS, I won't give that bitch the satisfaction," Vandal was getting impatient now, crossing his arms, tapping his foot, the whole shebang.

"Respect the Pouch," Adri whispered as he yanked the pen cap out aND WAS THUSLY CROWNED KING OF ENGLAND AS ARTHUR PENDRAGON BEFORE HIM, ALL HAI-

"Stop fooling around, you guys! We gotta do something about this or-"

"Or Therese is gonna kill Vandal," Adri interrupted Knox, who was almost less enthusiastic about this as Vandal was. But only almost.

"THERESEISGONNAK- WHAT!? Why. Why me," Vandal blinked rapidly as he waited for an explanation that would successfully keep him from escorting the other Malkavian ghoul from the premises by his hair clip.

"Because it's on HOSPITAL GROUNDS, which will be traced back to YOU, which will be traced back to HER, which means she'll kill you, and you'll be DEAD DEAD DEAD!"

"SHUT UP!" Vandal slapped away the finger jabbed with each 'DEAD!'. "You know I'm taking you all down with me if I do," his tone was low and dangerous again, as it usually was.

"AW, C'MON! Why me too, man?" Knox whined as if they were teenagers to be grounded for egging the post office. 

"He's got a point, you think Therese isn't gonna tell Bertram and Malachi to make it look less embarrassing for her that we weren't all the way up Vandal's ass babysitting him?" Adri crossed his arms and nodded sagely. 

"Be the first time you'd be up ANY man's ass, wouldn't it, Wrynn?" Vandal taunted for absolutely no good reason other than that they were Malkavian probably.

"THE UNKNOWABLE ENTITY neglected to give me the proper bits for that, who am I as a faithful servant to question it? The very concept of me being a top is a grotesque crime against natu-"

"GOD you sound like Malachi now, help me drag him out back," Vandal hissed, snapping on some latex gloves and neglecting to offer any to anyone else. 

"Aw man, what are we gonna do THEN?" Knox prematurely wiped his hands on his pants and bent down to grab one of the corpse's legs.

"Car trunk trunk trunk..." Adri muttered under his breath as he took the other leg.

"NO WAY, REALLY?" Knox dropped the leg, setting the body off balance and propelling the other two to stumble nearly into a wall.

"Keep. Your voice. Down," came Vandal's usual low, but again, still very dangerous tone. "My car is already out back like it always is. We're just taking out some trash, hm? Some perfectly innocent little trash." 

"Hurry up, the innocent little trash is JACKED and heavy as fuck," Adri grumbled, shaking the leg he still held onto before Vandal scolded him to 'Stop that'. 

"Aw mannn, this SUCKS," Knox sighed, then proceeding to escort the corpse to Vandal's car like some sort of hearse valet.

#i have insomnia so here's part 1 of a thing i'm gonna gradually add onto #i'm tired #self ship #self shipping #virus fics #just ghouls being dudes

[theos-oc-mayhem]

"The accident."

Worst and best day ever.

WC: 646

TW: angst, main character death, shock, grief

━━━━━━━━━✿━━━━━━━━━

September 28, 2007.

Santiago had a great day at school. He aced his World History test and started talking to this girl. The smile on his face was practically molded to his features. 

“So, tell me about this girl,” Ivonne said, glancing at her son from the corner of her eye as she drove.

“Oh, mama. She’s so sweet and kind and beautiful and sweet—oh, did I already say that? Anyway, she’s great, mama. I think she’s The One. I’m going to ask her to prom. I’m already planning how I’m gonna do it. Lots of flowers and chocolate. Although I really should ask what she’s allergic to and what her favorites are, ah, then she’d know what I’m getting her—”

“Slow down, baby,” she laughed, setting a hand on his thigh. “I can’t understand a word you’re saying.”

“Sorry. Sorry. I’m just so excited, mama. I—” he laughed at himself. “Is this what love feels like?”

“Does your stomach feel like a butterfly house?”

“Yeah.”

“Then yes. This is what love feels like.” she smiled and he smiled right back. No, beamed. This was all so new to him as he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. This girl was THE One. Charley proved to not be. Goddamnit, he wished he could pop a ring on her right this very second before it’s too late! 

“Mama, do you think it isn’t too late to go back? I know she has theatre after school and I want to ask her before someone else does,” he practically begged, but it didn’t take a lot of convincing before they were U-turning at the next light. 

And then it hit.

A truck.

Going 70 miles per hour.

Their beloved Lincoln town car jerked, sending them flying. Glass shattered and the whole left side was mangled. It spun and rolled and finally stopped upside down, creaking and beeping loudly. All sorts of alarms were going off. The airbag was released, obscuring Ivonne from Santiago. His ears were ringing and he could feel sticky blood dripping down from his brow. His nose. His neck. His arm. His leg. He tried to move, but his left leg was trapped between the dash. A sob slipped from his lips.

“Mama,” he croaked, trying to shove his way out of his seatbelt. “Mama.” but no reply came. There was so much adrenaline in his veins he didn’t even register how many wounds he’d gotten. How he probably had a concussion. How his leg was bent three ways. Santiago ripped the seatbelt off and he fell onto the ceiling of the car with a grunt. “Mama, please.” he tried to crawl his way over to her, but his leg was keeping him in place.  

“Mama, please,” he sobbed, reaching out to her. “Please, you need to drive me back. I need to ask Sarah out. Please.” 

But there was no goddamn reply. 

And help wasn’t fucking coming.

It took 34 minutes before the paramedics arrived. It took another 40 for them to get him and his mom out. It took nearly an hour for him to stop shaking. To stop crying for his mom who wouldn’t come back. But he saw her. On the bed with wheels. He saw her. Covered with blood but it was still her.  So why wasn’t she coming to him? She always came to him for everything. When he scraped his knee, when he felt lonely, when he was crying. But his leg is broken and she isn’t preparing a band-aid. But he’s crying and she isn’t walking to him with a fluffy blanket at the ready. But he’s lonely and surrounded by strangers telling him it’ll be okay. But it isn’t his mom telling him it’ll be okay.

It’s not okay.

Because this is his fault. 

She needs to come back. So he can apologize. 

She was coming back, right? 

Right?

#short story #original character #oc #pedro pascal oc #Santiago Springs

[thewarriorspecial]

Hal's Big Birthday Bang (Feb. 2023)

*Archive Edition* Previously only linked to AO3, full work now available under the cut.

Read on AO3

Rating: Explicit

Additional Tags: Drinking, Group Sex, Multiple Partners, Multiple Orgasms, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Impact Play, Alien Sex, Alien Biology, Canon Divergence, (Katma is Always Alive/We Don't Do That Here)

Hal's friends get together at Guy's bar for a very special celebration. At first they play nice and take turns, and then it turns into a gangbang.

Hal awakens to the sensation of the mattress dipping and shifting. A very heavy body is getting comfortable next to him. The ring gives no warning and he doesn’t feel threatened. 

“You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips,” a familiar tenor softly sings next to his head.

It’s a goddamn shame Guy doesn’t do karaoke anymore because the man can really sing. Not that Hal will tell him that. His head would get so big he’d get stuck inside the bar.

“Get out,” Hal grumbles.

“There’s no tenderness like before in your fingertips,” Another voice carries from behind the closet door. This one cannot sing.

“You’re trying hard not to show it,” the third voice lilts from behind the bedroom door. Hal sits up, opening his bleary eyes and squinting in the harsh morning light. 

“Baby!” The three cry as the closet and bedroom door bang open simultaneously. Kyle dances his way out of the closet and John struts in through the door. 

“But baby believe me I know it!” They sing into their glowing green microphones.

Hal sighs. “Top Gun is the Navy,” he mutters, picking at the pilling blanket. He knows they know. They don’t care. They’re gonna do the whole song. 

———

“We are not draping everything in black, Kyle! Fuck's sake!”

“C’mon it’s funny!”

“He’s not even that old! I’m not that old! We’re not dead!”

“Fine, fine. What’s the plan then, chief?”

Guy lifts apple boxes onto the table in front of them. He pops the lids off revealing a bunch of decorations; old-timey cars, records, 8-tracks, beads, animal print and neon colors.

“It looks like the 70’s threw up in here,” Kyle says, scrunching up his face.

“Wow,” says John as he turns items over reverently in his hands, “You got everything but the wood paneling!”

“No way. This is—“

“Awesome!” John cuts Kyle off as he holds up a lava lamp.

“It is awesome!” Guy agrees.

“No. No way.” Kyle crosses his arms.

“Ugh! Yes, way! I made centerpieces!”

John snorts.

“What?” Guy demands.

“Nothing, man.”

“What?”

“How did you get to thirty before you realized you were gay?”

“Shut.” Guy snaps his thumb and middle finger together, forgetting to finish his sentence. He’s glowing red all the way to the tips of his ears.

“Why all the retro stuff? Are you trying to make Hal feel old?” Kyle asks.

“He’s fifty!” Guy exclaims as explanation.

“Okay?”

“He’s an antique! These are all antiques!” 

“So the party theme is Getting Railed at Pee-paws House?”

John guffaws.

“You know what. Fuck you guys. Do whatever you want. I’m gonna finish the cake.”

“You decorate cakes now?” John asks, wiping his eyes.

“I have always done this stuff! Nobody appreciates me!” Guy stamps his feet and disappears into the kitchen.

“Alright,” John says, thumbing through the records, “A lot of this stuff is…” 

“Yeah.”

“The music is great. And the lava lamp stays.”

“I can live with that.”

“Oh yeah,” John drums his fingers together, “It’s all coming together.”

——

For the first time in many years, all of the shutters are drawn on the windows of Warrior’s Metro. CLOSED FOR PRIVATE EVENT reads the sign on the door. As if the eight foot bouncer in the biggest hoodie ever made wasn’t enough of a deterrent. 

Kilowog is not enjoying the planet’s cold, temperamental weather. Everything is wet. It’s quickly getting dark and as the darkness grows so does the cold. It’s making him lonely. Where on Earth is Hal. Late to his own shindig. Poozer.

—

At 9pm all of the guests are milling about. All the guests except for the Man of the Hour. Guy had conscripted Kyle and John to rearrange all of the furniture so that the VIP couches were front and center and al of the tables were pushed to the walls. Dinah and Ollie lounged across one side of an L-shaped leather couch. On the opposite side, Jess perched on the edge of the seat and fidgeted. She twisted her hair around her fingers as Dinah shared some of her favorite No Shit, There I Was stories. Ollie smiled, hands in his lap as he watched the two women flirt with each other. 

Guy and John are watching Simon lift the hood of beautifully restored 69 Impala that’s parked where the VIP couches used to be. The dim, interior light sparkles off of the frost green paint and chrome.

Simon sets the hood prop and the two men beside him make noises of appreciation. A fully restored, big block V8 topped with a four barrel carb sits gleaming at the center of the enormous engine bay. A man-sized emerald green bow is wrapped around the roof. 

John puts his hand on Simon’s shoulder, “So, for my birthday…” They all laugh and elbow each other playfully. 

Guy points at the big gap between the floor and the under-carriage, “Awful lot of clearance. Did you lift it?”

Simon lights up and walks circles around his lovingly built gift, “Ok, so all of the upgrades are mostly invisible. The body and the powertrain are all old-school. We got disc brakes now, we got coil over suspension, and adjustable ride height. She’s built to drive.”

“Drive??” Guy balks, “I’d keep this thing under glass!”

“Hal’s gonna freak out. “John grins as he lightly touches the edge of the carburetor. “I’m freaking out.”

—

Carol chooses to lean on the bar next to Kyle; the closest thing to a quiet spot. 

“Not a car guy?”

“I can appreciate it.”

“Me too. I love to drive. I love my M3, but I’m no mechanic.”

“I don’t know what that is,” Kyle laughs with a big shrug.

“That black car I picked you up in.”

“Oh yeah,” Kyle leers, “I remember the backseat pretty good.”

They’re interrupted as Guy does a practiced one hand leap over the bar top instead of using the swing door. “Hal still not here?”

“Still nothing,” Ollie shouts from the couch. “I texted him twice.”

——

In Hal’s apartment, the dishes sit “soaking” in the sink. Three outfits are laid across the back of the couch. Keys, wallet, and phone are waiting on the end table. Netflix replays three suggested previews as the comedy special Hal turned on several hours ago has ended. Hal is crosslegged on the corner seat, head tipped back and snoring loudly. He was almost ready three hours ago when a grey tabby cat came to the window to visit. 

“Still alive?” The cat had said in his cantankerous fashion. His way of wishing Happy Birthday. When Hal sat down to change his socks, the cat demanded to sit in his lap. Just for a few minutes. And then the purring began.

——

“Where’s Katma?” Carol asks.

“By now,” John checks his watch, “She’s passed out in her massage chair. Trust me she has been looking forward to having the house to herself.”

“She’s comfortable with all of this?”

“Oh yeah! We’ve hosted a few visitors in our younger days.”

“Oh? Have you ever brought Hal home?”

John takes a tactful sip of his drink. How does one say, No, sorry. My wife thinks the love of your life is whiney and butt-ugly. He chooses to fib a little, “Katma prefers the company of another woman.”

“She does?” Kyle says, loud and suspicious. “Man, I never would’ve guessed.”

When Carol turns away to give Kyle ‘The Eyebrow’, John looks at him over her head. His mouth presses into a long line as his eyes widen and his head tilts.

“Hey if one’s good two are better!” Kyle offers a high-five and John slaps their palms together. Carol shakes her head and sips her drink. 

——

A loud, pathetic shout from above snaps Kilowog out of his thoughts. Something human-shaped and glowing green is rocketing towards him. He makes a construct clone of his own hand with his ring to catch the incoming UFO.

“Oof,” the figure says on impact. 

“Jordan!” Kilowog’s ears wiggle with so much excitement it knocks the hood off of his head. Hal sits up in the glowing green hand, trying to smooth his windblown hair. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

Hal looks up at the red streak trailing across the sky, “If only you knew.”

Kilowog sets Hal down gently and immediately pulls him into a Bolovaxian bear hug. He sets Hal down again and shoves him towards the door, “C’mon, poozer you’re late. Everyone’s waiting on you.”

Hal turns to make a snarky retort but when Kilowog’s big hand connects with his ass in a playful slap, well, he’d never admit to the sound he made.

——

The bells on the door jingle and everyone turns. The room bursts into shouts of joy and Hal’s name. Hal can’t remember the last time a roomful of people were actually happy to see him. Jess and Simon use their rings to get to him first and then the dogpile begins. There’s so much chatter, so much gentle patting and touching his grown-out hair. It’s all he can do to try and return each touch, each peck on the cheek as he feels himself choking up a little.

“All right, all right let the man breathe!” Guy shouts over the din, taking Hal’s hand and guiding him fully into the bar. “Can’t even walk in the door! C’mon, siddown, everybody sit, sit, sit!”

The group takes seats all around the makeshift conversation pit. Kilowog shakes out his damp hoodie and hangs it on a peg on the wall. He sits gingerly on one of the cushions, surprised that it doesn’t yield under his weight. 

“Who’s drinking?” Guy asks, now behind the bar. Everyone raises their hands and Guy starts counting shot glasses.

“Oh, it’s time!” John says, leaping over the back of the couch.

“Time for what? John?” Guy asks, mid-pour.

Using his ring, John builds a little DJ booth. A pair of glowing green headphones appear on his head. The apple box full of vinyl records appears from within the booth somewhere. 

“Is that all you’re hiding in there, buddy?” Kyle asks with a suggestive eyebrow.

John merely returns the expression as an enormous green disco ball forms on the ceiling. As the bar lights up with the sparkling disco ball, “Funkytown” begins to play. 

Guy passes out the first round of shots. The conversation is flowing and while Hal doesn’t speak much, he’s at the center of the group, smiling and laughing. When Guy planned this whole party, he kinda forgot that Hal gets shy in crowds. That might become a problem. 

“So, any particular reason you’re secluding yourself over here? Guy asks John after he walks his drink over.

“Just not interesting in listening to Ollie talk about himself. And Dinah’s tits are distracting me. I should be looking at Hal’s tits, but he hasn’t gotten them out yet.”

“Ah, that’s an easy problem to solve. Hal’s tits will distract Ollie.”

“Right.”

“So we just gotta get em out.”

“Exactly.”

“I should’ve had you plan this thing.”

“I tried.”

“You’re right. I got carried away. Lemme go fix this.” Guy struts over to where Hal is seated. Leaning over the back of the couch, he sticks his hand right down the front of Hal’s shirt. 

“What are you doing?” Hal squeaks, laughing yet indignant. 

“Getting your tits out.”

“Yeah!” Kyle hollers.

“Wh..wa—?” Hal sputters.

“John wants to see some tits, Hal. Let’s get this party started.”

“Yeah!” Dinah agrees. “Tits! Tits! Tits!” She chants, thumping her fist rhythmically on the table. 

“Don’t stretch my shirt you horndog!” Hal gripes.

“Tits! Tits! Tits!” John joins in, clapping. He starts fading in the next song, “You Sexy Thing”. 

“Hold on!” Hal says between peals of laughter, “Hold on! I’m not even drunk yet.”

“Here you go,” Ollie hands Hal his shot.

“Okay, shots, then tits.” Hal offers. The group cheers and picks up their glasses. They clink them together, raise them to John at the DJ booth, and throw them back. That’s definitely the expensive stuff, Hal realizes as it barely burns. His cheeks flare, however, as his friends all stare expectantly. He gets his fingers on the top button of his shirt, right at the collar. He fumbles, sweating under the hungry gazes. He manages to get the first one undone, breathing a little faster. He starts to struggle with the second one.

“You button up to your eyeballs like a schoolboy. This is gonna take forever!” says Ollie.

“Be nice, you’re gonna scare the tits away!” says Dinah.

“I can’t!” Hal surrenders. “Somebody go first!”

“Okay!” Kyle says and flings his t-shirt into the distance.

“Yay, tits!” Dinah and Jess cry in unison, scooting over to fondle Kyle’s chest. Kyle drapes his arms over the couch to give them room to sidle up. 

“Want some help?” Guy asks, breath hot on Hal’s ear.

“Yeah,” Hal says, taking Guy’s hands and bringing them to the button at his throat.

“Playing favorites again!” John accuses from across the room.

“That’s n-not…” Hal stutters as a second pair of hands starts undoing his belt and untucking his shirt. 

“I know I’m your favorite,” Carol croons playfully.

“Bullshit!” says Ollie.

“Why don’t we have a little contest?” Kilowog speaks up. He’s holding a glass bottle, comparable to any liquor bottle, but dwarfed by his hands. Everyone turns to listen except for Guy and Carol who are rapidly divesting Hal of his button-up and undershirt. “Why don’t we all take turns? Then we’ll see who Hal likes the most.”

Hal eyes widen at Kilowog’s proposal. “Is that how you partied on your planet, big guy?”

Kilowogs grin is predatory, “You’ve never partied with me.” He offers Hal the bottle. Hal stands up, takes the bottle but before he can drink it, Kilowog warns, “That’s not just any fizzy kiddie drink there, Jordan. It’s an…” his ears wiggle as he searches for a word that will translate, “Aphrodisiac. Bolovaxian mating can be…taxing. This will help you out.”

Hal grins and takes a swing from the bottle. The liquid is thick and warm. The taste is sour and sickly-sweet all at once. He feels it squirm all the way to his stomach. He feels his whole body flush and a rush of arousal nearly takes him off of his feet. “So. Who’s first?”

“That’d be me,” Simon says before the arguing starts. “I wanna give you my gift first.”

“Oh! Okay,” Hal says as he’s grabbed by the belt loops and dragged towards the Impala. Hal’s eyes rake over the beautiful car in its classic green color, the big engine, the SS on the grille, the enormous green bow on the roof. “Wait, this whole car? For me?”

“Happy Birthday, Hal.” Simon crowds Hal against the driver’s side door, pins him there with his hips. 

“I didn’t realize you were, uh, into men?”

“Nah, just you. There’s just something…” Simon trails off as he leans in to kiss Hal. There’s a flash of green behind the steering wheel and the car roars to life. The loping rumble of the performance camshaft turning rocks the vehicle as well as the two men leaning on it. The engine revs once, and the smell of gasoline assaults Hal’s memories—racing on the dirt road behind the school, his first time with his high school girlfriend in the backseat, his first time cruising when he lived off base. And then it stops. His hands cling to Simon’s shoulders and the door handle digs into his back. 

“But…”

“Sometimes less is more,” Simon leaves Hal with a kiss on the cheek and presses a set of keys into his palm.

“Yeah,” Hal smiles, closing his fingers around the keys and pressing them against his heart. “Thank you,” he says softly, his shoulders rolling forward as he bites his lip. He looks up at Simon through his lashes, big doe eyes sparkling and Simon thinks, “Yeah, whatever that is, that’s it.”

“Do a sexy pose for us on your new ride!” Says Ollie, holding his phone up.

“No way!” Hal says, throwing his arms wide to body block the classic car in its perfect condition. “I’m not scratching the paint. 

“Take your pants off!” Jess suggests. 

“Yeah Hal, take em off!” shouts Guy.

“As the guy who did the body work,” Simon offers with a shrug, “Can’t scratch the paint of you’re naked.”

“Take it off!” Dinah starts a chant and quickly has the whole group in synch.

“Alright, alright,” Hal says to his little crowd as he starts to slide his belt out of the loops, “You want me to take it off?”

“Yeah!” They answer.

“Do you?”

“Yeah!” They shout louder. Hal rips the belt the rest of the way off, spinning it over his head before tossing it towards his friends. 

Jess leaps to the front to catch it. “This means I’m next!!” She hollers.

Hal carefully sits on the front fender as he slides his pants off. He plants his hands and fully pulls himself onto the hood. From the DJ booth, he can hear “Here I Go Again” play from the construct speakers. Guy and the girls whistle and jeer and Hal groans. 

“I’m gonna dent this thing,” Hal mutters.

“You are not that heavy,” says Carol.

“I’m like, two-ten,” Hal whines.

“Yeah all up top,” says Guy, “Just keep your big hooters off’a there!”

“I’ll hold ‘em up,” Kyle offers, making grabby hands.

“Just set ‘em right here,” John says, patting his own face. 

“No! No! No!” Jess shouts, playfully swatting all three of them in succession with the belt, “I’m next!”

“I think we can all play together,” Dinah says, sidling up to Jess and taking the belt from the shorter woman’s hands, “Very,” she folds the belt over and snaps it, “Nicely.”

Jess giggles and Kyle barks.

“C’mon gorgeous, show us what you got,” Ollie croons, holding his phone up and hitting record.

Hal grins, blood humming from Kilowog’s concoction. Dinah and Ollie are the only two people here that have any idea he can dance at all much less still do splits at his age. He rolls seductively, tossing his har as he channels his middle school crush with every move. From the first effortless split across the hood his cheering friends are quickly reduced to lustful silence. If it weren’t for the Bolovaxian liquor in his veins he might feel intimidated. He very slowly works his underwear off and tosses them at his friends. Jess’ hand flashes out at light speed to catch those as well. He strikes a few more poses, carefully hiding the goods from his enraptured audience until the song ends. 

He slides his tits and belly down the front of the car, balancing on the grille. He beckons Jess over with curled finger. She floats over to him, hovering above the floor so their faces are level. He grabs her chin and pulls her into a slow kiss. 

Jess is already pulling her clothes off. She’s not sure where this courage to do what she’s planning to do in front of anyone is coming from but Hal is hot and naked and willing and she doesn’t want to waste a second thinking about it. 

She pushes Hal’s shoulders until he’s lying on his back. She drinks in the sight of him, really sees him, and he is beautiful. There’s no uniform to barely hide the angles and arches of his body, no mask to hide the molten bronze of his lovely eyes. She runs her hands slowly down his body, following the trail soft hair over his chest, his belly, and below where his thick cock rests against his hip. Every inch of him is in perfect proportion, every tapered muscle, every plane and curve, each patch of tawny hair, just the right amount softness at his chest and hips. 

Hal’s chest. She finally has her hands on her prize, she squeezes gently and Hal’s head tips back as he lets out a soft sigh. She can’t resist anymore. She shoves her face between his pecs and smashes his lovely tits into her face. She can’t hold in the moan. His gentle laugh rumbles through her body and when she looks up he’s smiling. Its like the light of a thousand stars. She doesn’t ever want to see him sad again. 

She feels his hands cup her breasts as he sits up. She watches his belly flex with the pure core strength and she can feel her own wetness drip. He presses his face gently between her breasts and returns the gesture, licking and biting his way to her neck. She smells so good, and the scent of her arousal is making him dizzy. Its been a long time since he’s gotten this hard this fast.

“Can we…can we just—“ she asks as she rocks her hips against his. He grabs her hips and guides himself in. “Hal,” she groans as she pusher her hair out of her face. She drapes her arms around his neck, touches his hair, his , face, his shoulders. “Hal fucking Jordan,” she sighs as she rocks her hips faster. She runs her fingertips all over his body, like she can’t believe he’s real. Sitting in his lap at this angle, every stroke is dragging against her clit, the subtle curve of his cock hitting every sensitive place, over and over.

Hal watches her work herself on his dick, grinning. He’s glad he can feel her pulsing already because Kilowog’s little gift has him ready to pop like a teenager. She’s so wet her pussy squelches every time their hips slap together and she’s leaving his lap a soaking mess. Hal runs his hands over her petite body, appreciating with his hands her tiny waist, thick thighs, her little heart shaped face, her full bottom lip gripped between her teeth as lovely mewls escape her throat. He softly grasp her swaying breasts, running his thumbs over her nipples. Her head falls back as she grabs his wrists, moaning his name. 

She’s clenching so tight, Hal looses it, cums inside her, filling her up. His back arches and he throws a hand back to steady himself. He can feel his whole body heat up, flushed with orgasm and embarrassment and somehow that’s even more arousing. 

Suddenly Jess stops, body clenching and shivering. “Wow,” she whispers and huffs out a laugh. 

“Yeah,” Hal says.

“Oh geez,” she cups her hands around her face so all she can see is Hal, “Um, Happy Birthday, I guess?”

“Hell yeah,” Hal grunts, fighting to sit up, “Let’s make this a new tradition.” He gives her another kiss on the lips and she strokes his face with her fingertips.

Jess’ body glows as she floats off of Hal, feet hovering just above the ground. “I can’t feel my legs.” 

“Been there,” Carol and Kyle say together and share a laugh.

“I think I need a second,” Hal says, throwing his arm over his eyes. He feels so warm, his whole body is tingling. 

“You sure about that?” John asks, glancing at Hal’s raging erection.

“Is this normal?” Hal asks Kilowog, a little alarmed. Wide-eyed, Kilowog tears his eyes away from Hal’s crotch and nods vigorously. “Shit,” Hal hisses. His pulse pounds in his ears. 

A big, warm hand slides up Hal’s leg. “How much you think you can handle?” Guy asks, licking his lips.

“Anything,” Hal answers, “Everything.”

“Let’s test that out,” Carol says, taking Hals hand.

“Hey,” Guy growls. He grips Hal’s thigh, making him moan.

“Now now,” Dinah says, patting Guy’s shoulder, “Ladies first.”

“Nice,” Ollie mutters, following Hal as he lets Carol lead him to the couches, still recording with his phone.

“Bullshit,” Guy grumbles.

“Easy padawan,” John says, “Let them ride him hard and we’ll put him away wet.” John nods slowly. Kyle grins and nods slowly too. Guy pouts. Kilowog takes a swig from the bottle he brought. 

Hal drops easily onto the couch. He lays on his back, legs spread wide as he strokes himself. 

“Look at you. You already know what you want, don’t you my little slut?”

“I do,” Hal nods. He pulls one of his knees up to his chest and pleads with his eyes. 

“Oh alright,” Carol says as her Star Sapphire uniform appears. Glowing pink bands appear around her hips and Hal starts to pant. “Since it’s your birthday I won’t make you beg for it.” She smiles indulgently, stroking his leg before she wraps it around her waist. She sinks her warm, fleshy construct into Hal’s body; a perfect fit, as always. 

Dinah sits next to Hal’s head and she runs her nails along his scalp, making him shiver and moan. “He loves being the center of attention doesn’t he?” she asks Carol.

“He certainly does,” Carol pants with her steady rhythm. She can feel Hal tighten up already, can feel his back starting to arch. Dinah puts her hands on Hal’s chest and spreads her knees on either side of his head.

“God, yes,” Hal sighs as he grabs her hips and pulls her cunt to his mouth. Dinah groans, licking a trail down Hal’s belly. She teases the tip of his cock with her tongue to feel him moan against her clit. 

“Fuck, he’s good at that,” she says, looking up at Carol and Carol nods in agreement. Dinah sprawls out on top of Hal, leaning forward to lap at Carol’s clit as she fucks into Hal, then back to teasing Hal’s cock again. 

“Don’t stop, please, please,” Hal pants, breath hot against Dinah’s body.

“Think you can hold it till we sing happy birthday?” Dinah asks.

“Oh, fuck,” is Hal’s answer.

“We need a candle,” Ollie says, setting his phone up on some kind of stand. 

“On it,” John says, conjuring one with his ring and holding it nearby.

Carol fucks him harder as they all start to sing. Time seems to slow as Hal grasps the base of his cock like he has any chance of holding out against Carol’s practiced assault and Dinah’s vicious tongue. She knows exactly how he likes it and his body wants so badly to fold. His friends voices are an incomprehensible blur. Countless hands begin to roam his body making him jump and quiver. “Please,” he begs, “It’s so good.”

“Happy Birthday,” they all drag out the last line, Dinah takes Hal fully into her mouth and sucks hard, “to you!” 

Hal shrieks as hot wax pours onto his chest from John’s candle. A galaxy bursts behind his eyes as his orgasm tears through his body. Dinah lifts herself up, sits back, and resumes petting Hal’s sweaty hair. 

“Fuck,” Hal eeps out a shuddering groan. He reaches up to grab John’s wrist, pulling the candle towards his face. He blows out the flame and everyone applauds. Carol pulls out and pats his thigh. Hal slides off of the couch onto his knees, grabbing for John’s fly. 

“I think I know what you wished for,” John says, grinning.

“Shh, if you say it, it won’t come true.”

“Well, that’s a waste. You’re getting fuckin drilled either way, buckeroo,” Guy crows as he throws his shirt one way and his pants the other. Kyle facepalms so hard it echos. 

With shaking hands, Hal finally get’s John’s cock out. He gives it a long, slow lick from base to tip. “Take this off,” Hal says, pushing John’s shirt up. John obliges, slowly disrobing as Hal watches his hard body appear inch by inch. 

John toes his shoes and socks off, casting them aside. Fully naked, he gets a solid grip in Hal’s hair, “Look at me,” he commands and Hal locks his eyes on John’s, “Good boy.” Hal’s moan turns into a gag as John relentlessly fucks his throat. 

Piles of clothes hit the floor. More hands roam Hal’s body. Someone grabs his cock, and fuck, he’s hard again. His mind is a haze of arousal. He feels like he could do this for days. His heart pounds and every touch is electric. He can hear groans, sighs, his own name. The smell of sweat and sex fills the air like a thick fog. His fingers thud along every dip in John’s abs. Someone’s hands pull at his hips, pull him up to his feet. Small fingers press at his hole as drool slides down his chin. Thick, rough hands grab his wrist, guiding him to grasp a cock and start pumping. 

“Like this?” he hears Jess ask.

“Yup, nice and slow,” Carol answers. “Feel that?”

“Oh, this?” Jess ask, gently curling her fingers as she explores Hal’s body. His knees threaten to give as she shyly prods his spot, a string of unpredictable little zings rushing up his spine. He wants to cry out, beg for more but all he can do is look up at John, gagging and drooling on himself. 

“May I?” Kyle asks, resting his hand on Hal’s hip. 

“Sure!” Jess pulls her fingers out and watches how Kyle kicks Hal’s legs apart so he can line himself up with the taller man better. He lays a hand on Hal’s spine and slides in, nice and slow. Hal gags loudly as he starts to fuck him, slow and deep. Jess watches how Kyle rolls his hips, how the back of his thighs and his ass clench with each stroke. “Oh,” she says, nodding, “I think I was doing it wrong.”

“All in the hips,” Kyle pants, sweat already starting to bead at the small of his back. “Takes practice,” he adds with a smile.

Hal’s eyes start to water and John pulls back. “Good?” he asks.

“Fuck yeah,” Hal gasps.

“Lemme get in there,” Guy rumbles, shouldering his way in front of John.

“Rude,” John says. 

Guy shoves his dick into Hal’s willing throat and Ollie takes his place. 

“You know what we forgot!” Dinah shouts, holding up Hal’s belt. “Birthday smacks!”

Hal moans around Guy’s cock.

“Five each, baby lantern goes twice,” Dinah declares as Jess shouts and hops up and down.

“Go ‘head,” Kyle nods towards Hal’s exposed ass as he pulls out.

“Yeah!” Jess cries. She takes the belt and gives Hal a soft smack that barely makes a sound, “That okay?”

Guy backs up so Hal can answer, “Harder.”

“Oh! Okay!” Hearing Hal groan on the next one, Jess lays three more decent smacks onto Hal’s ass. The group jostles each other, even playing rock paper scissors to determine the order. They each step up to the plate, listening to Hal’s delicious cries as they lay harder and harder hits into his flesh with the belt. By the time Guy goes for Hal’s thighs on his turn, John and Ollie are holding him up. Tears well in his eyes as he begs each person for “More,” and “Harder,”. 

Jess lays her last smacks with a triumphant cry of, “Fifty!” 

Hal sinks to his knees, turning to look at her with a weary smile, “Thank you, baby.”

Jess’ hands hover over the angry red stripes on his skin. She kisses his sweaty forehead, “You okay?”

“Never better,” Hal answers, still smiling. He turns towards Kilowog, points, and beckons him over, “You, c’mere.” Hal pats the floor.

Kilowog trots over, kneeling down next to Hal. His eyes are dilated and unfocused, skin flushed a much deeper red than usual. 

“Lay back, big guy,” Hal says in a flirty tone. He slowly climbs on top of the big alien as he lies back on the floor. “I want you to get that big cock out and tell me happy birthday.”

Kilowog complies immediately. He pushes the bottom of his Lantern uniform down, revealing nearly-human, if abnormally large, genitalia. Deep purple in color, and having a highly tapered shape, it was hard and curved and looked a bit like a silicon sex toy. It dripped heavily from the tip, soaked in its own shiny lubrication. 

Kyle starts rapidly smacking Guy in the arm, “Yo, yo.”

Guy sneers at the offending hand and looks back up at Kyle, “Yeah?”

“Remember you asked me what a bad dragon was?”

“I wish I hadn’t.”

Hal lines himself up on the thing without even looking. He works himself slowly up and down on the tip. He leans down over Kilowog’s chest, leaning his head back and exposing the column of his neck. 

Kilowog’s enormous hands flex as he resists the urge to grab Hal’s tiny body and slam him down. The human’s scent is incredible. Kilowog had lusted after the younger Lantern since the first time he’d caught a whiff of his exertion. The scent of his heightened arousal was intoxicating. 

Hal swipes the sweaty hair off of one side of his neck, tilting his head to the side in invitation. Kilowog leans forward, licking Hal’s skin with his long, rough tongue. Hal giggles, and Kilowog drags his teeth along the same path.

“Go ahead,” Hal whispers, eyes closed, trusting. Kilowog’s big hands envelop Hal’s body as he sinks his teeth into Hal’s neck. His hips start to rise, fucking his enormous cock gently into Hal’s body. Hal’s never had such an easy time relaxing and accepting Kilowog’s cock. He makes a mental not to drink together more often. 

Hal can feel Kilowog’s cock wriggle inside him, pushing deeper, spreading him open. He sits up, bracing himself on the big alien’s belly as he rocks his hips. Finally, it’s deep enough he can roll his hips. He’s always wanted to ride this monster. The sounds ripping out of Hal’s throat are obscene. The stretch stings but it feels so so good. His legs are shaking so hard, he tries to lift himself with his arms and collapses onto Kilowog’s chest. He nuzzles and bites the big Lantern symbol—happy Kilowog kept it on. He does so enjoy a lover in uniform. 

Hal lays his hands over Kilowog’s and utters a guttural phrase. The lantern rings translate the Bolovaxian words, “Fuck me, beautiful. Make me cum.” 

Kilowog’s ears wiggle and he complies, lifting Hal’s body up and down. Hal surrenders to the incredible sensations. “Yes,” he says over and over in English because it’s the only word he can think of. 

Hal’s whole body flushes red and he cums hard over Kilowog’s hands and chest. He feels his body pumped full of the big alien’s release. With the last of his strength he lifts himself off of Kilowog’s cock and rests on his chest. Hal strokes the big square face he loves so much. 

“So,” Guy barks, “Who won?”

“You know I love you all the same.”

“Aw! Boo!” Guy cries. Kyle gives a thumbs down and Kilowog snorts.

“Is that…” Kyle pauses, tilting his head and listening to the sound of someone abusing scratching privileges on the turntable, “Is that ‘Turn Down For What’?”

“Sorry, I left it on shuffle,” John shrugs.

“Where’s my cake?” Hal asks, grinning.

“Yeah that’s right, I made you a cake. I put this whole thing together,” Guy complains, stepping over bodies and stomping towards the kitchen, “And somehow, someway, I’m not the favorite. Fuck me, right!”

Guy returns with the cake, and a soft ice pack for Hal to sit on. Hal takes Guys hand and presses it to his lips as he takes the ice pack, “Thank you.”

“I think about you.”

“I know you do.”

Guy conjures up forks for everyone, but it only takes a few minutes of laughing and chatting before cake is being licked off of fingers and body parts. 

“Happy Birthday to me,” Hal sighs happily. 

#*myfic

[misanthropiczombie]

More vincenzo shit

THE TENNANTS WENT TO THE FUNERAL SERVICE NOT ME HAVING INTENSW FEELINGS ABOJT IT

Can we also just like. Talk about Mr badass Mafia man, stone cold killer, absolute badass having Big Feelings & crying and it's like. A thing. I'm goin thru it

It's not even pretty crying. Give this man all of the acting awards.

Ooo badbpy is losing it. We love to see it. He's such a good villain. He's really got that intense duality thing Andrew Scott is good at.

No he night.ares about his mom 🥺

Sir you have 3 episodes to wrap this up I believe in you and I'm not sure if I want you to ha e the blaze of glory ending or the picket fence ending.

WHAE THEYRE CLOSING WVERYTHING WHAT U MEAN

They really do love vincenzo. Look. This show has it all. Slice of life. Fluff. Comedy. Camp. Found family. Violence. Organize crime. Family drama. Romance. Political intrigue. Redemption arcs. Revenge. Good vs evil vs evil. Whump.

Like buddy yall fit a lot into 20 episodes seamlessly

~found mafia~

CASSANO FAMILY CASSANO FAMILY CASSANO FAMILY

If the writers kill any of them off I'm gonna become gucciman myself

They're trying so hard to manage evil boi lmao when has that ever worked before. Ms oh is like the best at it and he's not even listening to her

MATCHING YNIFORMS HELL YES LOOK AT THESE HOTTIES. IN LOVE HOLY GRAP OLD BEAT GANG CLEANS US SO WELL LOOK AT MR TAK

She's not as hard-core as you baby boy you miscalculated

Or is this a corruption arc.... AAAAAAH SHIT CORRYPTION ARC

Lmao the cake bomb oh shit

Beauty. When is tweedle dumb going to come back on his knees

OH SHIT HE WAS IN ON IT THE WHOLE TIME

Look he's objectively shitty but he's growing on me okay.

Also vaguely homoerotic hockey scene in my Mafia show. Yeah I'll watch that. LESS VAGUE

WAY LESS VAGUE LMAO I SHIP IT

As Ed says, this has got to be a fuckery

There's 2 more episodes and I assume we're not going flashbacksies for both of em

They are so extra goddamn. Also it's a fuckery because homeboy can't aim for shit n you're telling me he got a one hit ko? Naaaaah

Ooooo badboy is suspicious. Though I feel like he's always suspicious of tweedledumb

Why do I keep calling her ms oh. Where did that pop into brain and then fail to exit?

Choi Myunghee. Let it be know my ability with names never improves. Some things are a universal constant.

Also love that we gloss over him taking out a bunch of interpol guys. Like that's feel like a Big Deal that could sink him???

Okay let's start a other one of these lmao. This covered like parts of three episodes.

#vincenzo #live blogging #uhhhh parts of episode 16 and 18 and all of 17 #i am a mess