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[trashmouth-richie]

⋆·˚ ༘ * eddie x female reader

⋆·˚ ༘ * summary: what happens, when eddie makes plans without you?

⋆·˚ ༘ * tw: 18+ only, unprotected p in v! toxic relationship behavior, choking, reader is kind of crazy but it’s explained at the end, breaking shit, mean!reader, drinking, weed, knife use, pet names, nicknames.

⋆·˚ ༘ * 1.7k words, not proof read, pretend it is.

Saturdays were usually your nights together. Spending the night at his trailer because it was guaranteed that Wayne would be gone. 

But tonight Eddie said he had “plans with the boys”. 

So imagine your surprise when Robin called you up and asked why you weren’t at Steve’s party, but Eddie was?

The ten minute drive felt like sixty seconds of pure rage filled hell. You only saw red, steam shot from your ears like a cartoon. 

And when you pulled up to Steve’s enormous house, Robin was right, because Eddie’s van was sitting out front. 

Your blood boiled and your cheeks felt like fire. Heart hammering in your chest,  you slammed the gear shift into park before the car could even come to a full stop. 

You didn’t care that he was here with his friends, what you cared about was the normal posse of skanky girls who were at Steve’s parties, one strawberry blonde in particular that rubbed you every way of wrong. Chrissy.

She was always hanging on Eddie any chance she got, batting her eyelashes, acting dumb to get his help in math. You’re so smart she’d whisper to him— even though the straight F’s on his paper definitely didn’t stand for Fantastic. 

Jason had dumped her and rumor had it she was looking to get back at him the biggest way she knew how, and that was t getting with the freak. 

Your freak. 

The sharp black points on your heeled boots clicked along the sidewalk as you stalked towards the house whistling an angelic sort of tune, swinging the wooden bat by your side. 

Jonathan was outside the lavish home, smoking a fatty and leaning against the raised brick garden bed. Upon first glance he waved, all drunken smiles and lazy greetings. 

It wasn’t until he saw what was in your hand that he finally pieces it together, and you asked him sweetly to kindly get Eddie because you had a message for him. 

The driver's side window broke with little to no effort, a few swings and it shattered into a pretty spider web of splintered glass, covering Eddie’s driver seat. 

The whistled tune never stopped from your puckered lips. Not when you flicked open the pocket knife and punctured the rubber tires, or when you carved a long jagged scratch into the paint down the aluminum body. 

It wasn’t until you were standing on the hood of the van, crashing the bat into the windshield did you hear the front door to Steve’s swing open, music fading through the night with each body shoving their way through the door, gasping at your surprise gift for your boyfriend. 

Someone, Jeff, you think— hollers for Eddie and you plant your ass on the hood, leaving a dent for sure by the way you plopped down like it was a trampoline. With legs crossed and twisting the bat between your palms, you wait patiently for the man of the hour to finally arrive, a smile on your black painted lips. 

By now there’s a decent sized crowd, all gaping mouths and wide eyes, some laughing but mostly struck with fear out of the freaks girl. 

He walks down the concrete steps, his heavy boots thudding against the hard ground. You can see the muscles in his jaw tense from where you are sitting, his knuckles tighten into a fist and his shoulders broaden and angle back, like he's trying like hell, not to yell out right by the look of the destruction you caused to his van. 

“Hi baby,” you greet, sugary sweet like you just brought him balloons on his birthday, “having a fun night?”

Eddie is seething, nostrils flared as he tries to even his breathing, “what did you do Lil?” 

“What?” You ask, turning your body to look at the glass splintered on the windshield and smashed on the ground, “oh, you mean all this? It’s pretty right?” 

Eddie drags his tongue across the front of teeth, sucking in a breath, “you’re kidding right?”

Unhooking your crossed leg you slam your heel into one of his headlights, the satisfying crunch of the plastic pieces littering to the ground, you smile pretty up at him, but he doesn’t bat an eye, “oh Eddie,” you tsk, “I don’t like jokes… or being,” the tip of the bat hits the other headlight with a crunch, “… lied to.” 

“Fucking Christ, what are you even talking about?” Eddie spits as he looks to Jeff then to Gareth. 

“Really? Then why did Robin call to say you were here with that bimbo Chrissy?” 

The crowd ooo’s as Eddie stomps towards you, his face struck with anger, the browns of his eyes completely black as he glared down at you, his necklace still swaying as he leans forward into your space, only malice in his voice. 

“Time to go,” he grunts, grabbing the bat from your hand and tossing it to the ground, “now.” 

“Nah,” you say, looking past him and waving at Steve, he returns the wave with a confused look at a silent gasp at the look of Eddie’s van, “I’m just getting started.” 

Steve tries to push everyone inside shows over! Let’s go! But nobody budges, waiting for the train wreck, unable to look away. 

Eddie pulls you from the van by your feet, your bare ass skimming the hood as your skirt lifts up, sure to leave a burn, you land on your feet, waltzing over to aforementioned blonde and taking her drink from her, downing the horrific liquid in a gulp. She’s too stunned to speak as you twist back around to catch a glimpse of Eddie, shooting him a wink. 

The knife tucked into the cute holder on your thigh comes out with a flick. Flashing the steel blade to Eddie, you wink before whipping back around to Chrissy just in time to catch her ponytail between your fingers. The knife cuts through her hair like a shear, close to her scalp beneath the emerald ponytail, her golden locks fisted limply in your hand. 

The scream she lets out is blood curdling and ugly, but you don’t mistake the laugh coming from Robin or Steve as Chrissy runs inside, her cheer squad hurrying behind to help their friend. 

“Wait! You forgot this!” You say shaking the blond strands towards the door, “I’m sure some glue or tape will hel—”

You're caught off guard as Eddie’s hand wraps around your wrist and starts dragging you away from the party back to his van. He wiggles the knife from your fingers and closes it on his hip, shoving it into his jacket. 

The smile never left your lips, not even when your shoulder blades rest against the side of the van as Eddie crowds you in. 

“Jesus Christ you’re fucking crazy, y’know that?” his words are mean but there’s a hint of something else on his lips, a smirk.

Your fingers move to his belt buckle, threading it through itself as you look up at him through your lashes, “you love it.” 

His eyes roll tk the back of his head, and he takes a deep breath, animalistic instinct kicking in as you suck his thumb into your mouth. 

“Fuck.”   

Your thighs are wrapped around his waist in two seconds flat. He grunts as his thick fingers glide through your wet heat, finally noticing you weren’t wearing any panties he groans guttural and low. 

His hand wraps around your throat and he smiles as you gasp for a little breath, eyes rolling into your skull as he cants his hips forward and his thick head pushes through your walls, filling you full. 

Your lips attach to his neck, licking and biting hard enough that your teeth marks will bruise a perfect dental record into his skin. A nice match for the red lips tattooed on the left of his neck, an identical mark to yours. 

“Shit,” he groans slamming into you harder and harder, shaking the van on its flat tires, broken glass hitting the ground like hail. “Always so fucking tight for me baby, fuck I love your pussy.” 

You’re mewling into him, inhaling his words as he bites your lip, licking the blood from them and running it over his teeth. 

The front door opens and shuts but neither of you stop, not even when the sobs from Chrissy get closer as her friends bell her into their car, parked right behind Eddie’s van. 

Eddie’s face is buried into your neck and you catch Chrissy’s blue teared stare, horror on her face as you and Eddie both moan. “Mm fuck,” you say to her, eyes boring into hers, “like what you see, Christopher?”

The screaming huff from her mouth is  heard around Hawkins as she slams the door to Heather's car, tires screeching as they tear out of Steve’s driveway. 

Eddie chuckles into your skin and shakes his head. A smile on his face as he kisses you hard, pumping into you harder and before long you're both coming and moaning into the night, completely lost in your own world. 

Later that night in Eddie’s bed, you're tangled naked and fresh from a shower beneath soft cotton sheets. His hands lazily work up and down your back, your arm propped up beneath your chin on his chest, “so, I did good, right?”

Eddie laughs and blows a ring of smoke into the air, “you were perfect my little vixen, I could barely contain myself when you were sitting on the hood like that, looked so fucking sexy, wanted to fuck you right there.” 

You both laugh at the theatrics of the night, and you remember something that’s missing, “gonna need my knife back by the way, feels weird without it.” 

Eddie points to his jacket crumbled on the floor next to a mountain of discarded clothing and leather boots, “it’s in my pocket, just keeping it safe.” 

You roll your eyes with a tease and slither from the sheets, bare skinned beneath the yellow warm lamp, the jacket feels cool in your hands, silk pockets gentle on your fingers as your grab your knife and pull it out. 

Examining it in your fingers it truly was the perfect gift from the man you adored, etched into the handle, a script he cut himself, “to my Lilith.” 

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[blingblong55]

Cowboy like me -Philip Graves

creds: @/vhenan_virabelesan on instagram

Based on a request:

i need more graves in my life. like southern cowboy graves who finds veteran reader one day in line for food or something and he just can’t help but talk to her until the blood rushes to his face and flushes red. need graves who never thought he would settle down or get married until he finds himself staring at rings after dating you for 8 months. philip who cherishes his fiery girl by winning stock shows and buying her a new mercedes just because. reader asking him how she can pay him back and he asks her to move in. philip who holds reader so so close to his body, never wanting to hurt her while his cock throbs into her. caressing her hair and clicking his tongue whenever she breaks eyes contact from his good he feels. philip being called away for a two month deployment all of a sudden. two months feel like two years until he can see his beloved peeing the ranch goats and chasing chickens back into their coop. philip who finally gets home and uses his rank to skip the welcome home ceremony, wanting to surprise reader at home since it’s late at night and him speeding home because they’re not going to live their lives through the phone. driving like a maniac until he feels the grind of gravel against rubber and the familiar low glow of the wooden house, until he holds onto her body like how oxygen embeds itself into his lungs. i need him so bad ---- F!Reader, fluff, some smut, boyfriend!Graves, cowboy!Graves, P-in-V, soft sex, soft!dom Graves, veteran!Reader ---- A/N: this is how I know you are a Graves lover, so please my dear..enjoy :)

You moved to the countryside, a small town and a pair of old boots. Life is calm, away from that old and rowdy one you lived as a soldier. This time around, you were told about some new small restaurant in town, decided to check it out and that's when all the stars aligned. He walks in, three days into his break from a long deployment and then, his eyes meet your frame. A small smile on him. Never did he see another woman like you in his part of town. Not as pretty or as captivating. His cowboy hat by his chest as he admired you. You, unaware, order your meal, eager to taste something new.

He walked closer, and the cashier asked for your name. "R/N," you said and he smiles. What a precious name. For days after, he returned to that small restaurant, walked around town and frequented many shops and then he stopped walking. There you were, getting what he assumed was your truck loaded with gravel and some other stuff. You were a local then. He knew the man from the shop, asked around and soon he realised you were the woman who bought a property close to his. Ain't it funny. Your herd dog ran away and into his property, what a fun time Philip would have.

"I'm sorry, he…is a bit of a runner," you chuckle as you get your dog in the truck. "No worries, hun. I'm Philip," he extends his hand and you shake it. "I'm R/N, a pleasure to meet you," you smile. "So, what is a pretty lady like you doing 'ere?" You chuckle, your hat being the perfect sunblock for this sunny day. "I own this land," you answer and he smiles more. "Ah, so that means you aren't just a pretty lady with a dog, that makes you my pretty lil neighbour," he gets closer. You couldn't deny it, he had his charm and it worked on you. "What if instead of keeping you out on this Sun, I keep you out, say Friday night at around 8 pm?" Oh that smile on him, what a dangerous game it played.

And so you accepted. You played the dangerous game with him and it turned into something so calm and beautiful. Now, instead of spending his days or weeks off work alone, he spends them with you. He got to know you, understand you and love all of you. Every day, there he was, at your front porch, wildflowers at hand from his part of the land. Every day, there you were, at the front door, ready to greet him with a kiss. It never was the fact he could buy store flowers, it was the intention, to always bring them to you, pretty or not, he took his time every day to pick them out, to think, 'She'll like them, yeah…this one is perfect,' that is the beauty of him. And, you always fell even deeper for him. That smile, the same one he saw every morning, gave him more reason to go around, plant flowers on his land and when they grow, he will cut them and hand them to you.

It's what all lovers did before him. His eyes, my my my, were they enchanting to look at. He never meant to be a husband, to come home to his pretty lady, to love. He was meant to be a soldier, a commander and to watch himself die sometime far from today, in some dangerous place. Today, he walks around, looks at rings and shakes his head anytime the lady at the jewellery place asks if he likes that ring. "No, don't think my darling would fit this, I need something more…more beautiful…something that matches her beauty, so let's keep looking." But that was a game to never be won. In his mind, no diamond would match your beauty, it just had to at least resemble your natural looks.

His friends were all teasing him for falling in love. It's not bad, they reassure, it's…new..it changed you for the better, they all admit. When he introduces you to them, they all look at each other. "Oh, it makes more sense," one says and the rest agree. You did change him, he has become someone everyone admires more, and he has more reason to do certain stuff now. You and him, it is possibly the healthiest of loves he or you had. The warm feeling in your chest, that feels right. The compliments from his mother, his father and siblings, all feel too well. And you know that maybe you are right, maybe this is love. It's love in the beautiful, the ugly, the immature things you two laugh at, the stare his friends give when they know he find his forever person. It is real…it's love for what humans know love to be.

"My dear, c'mon, calm down," his voice soft, hands on your body as you argue over something that happened at a store. "Babe, you don't get it. That man…ooh that man do I dislike him!" He chuckles, "You know what the deal was and what he said was right-" "No, no it wasn't and you know what, shame on you for backing him up." You push him. "No, don't do that, we don't do that. If I fuck up, you correct me and I do the same for you, we fix each other that way." You huff out and cross your arms. He was right, you did that and now he had to do the same. Anytime he said or did something that wasn't right, you corrected him and he listened and apologised and did better next time. Now, here you were, having to be in his situation. "Sorry…it's just…why…why would that man do that- you're right..sorry"

"It's over, let's move on," his arms wrap around you and you sigh. "I love you," he reminds you and you smile. Your arms now wrapping around him. "I love you too," you whisper and get comfortable in his arms. Slowly, this became the norm, talk it out, don't yell but talk, it's simple and it's what keeps it all comfortable.

Christmas, ten months into loving you, he buys and gifts you a car. Lavish and all for you. For what reason? No motive, he just felt the need to give it. You, being someone who can't just accept these nice acts, shove the keys back to him. "Nope, nope…Phil, you can't just give me this." He shakes his head, "I can and it's rude to deny a gift, my love," he walks to you, the smile on him again. Was he a wizard? To have you so enchanted by his smile? "But-…how can I repay this? This is too much, Phil-" A kiss, is all it took to have you calm down and let him love you more. "Move in, that's all I ask of you." He says between kisses and you smile. Of course, now that is the man you know. A mastermind for a fiance? Now that is something to have yourself get accustomed to.

By Spring, he and you married.

By Summer, he had your back arched, your body and his pressed against each other as he repeatedly made love to you. His cock, deep inside of you as your milked him for every last drop. Your hands, wrapped around his back, owning him and marking him with scratches, ones he would proudly wear. His hands caress your body as if you were some angelic creature. Your eyes close once your body starts to feel euphoric, its pleasure to the greatest it can be. Philip's kisses trail from your lips to your collarbone. Your tits bounce with each thrust he gave you, your eyes closed and then he grabs your face with force. "Don't you dare look away, my love, not now," he grunts and moans.

His fat cock stretches your tight cunt to its limit. You let our whimpers, your orgasm building up slowly. "That's it, be a good girl-" he grips your face again. "Tsk, what i say?" He kisses you and once he is done with your lips, he ensures your gaze never leaves his. Your drunken stare is the one thing that is making him last so long. Your juices leak all over him, his cum deep inside of you, making sure to leave you leaking. It was his way of saying goodbye as he went on yet another operation. Your cunt, throbbing for the abuse and love your dear husband gave you over and over. It was perfection, it is love that he makes to you on a night like this.

Your teary eyes, make him frown and apologise. "I'm sorry, I know…I know darling." he cups your face with his warm hands and kisses you all over that precious pouty face. Your tears dried by his lips. Love is an action or emotion. Right now, in this bed made up of two drunken lovers, he made sure to teach you that he was not like any of the past men you loved. He was sure of it because no other man-made you cum with a stare, a touch, or a lick of your precious and delicious cunt. He isn't most men, he is your man, your other half, the one that has you whimpering over his size. The one that has you lighting candles for when he comes back home.

After that night, he was gone for some time. Not much contact besides the small talk on texts or the quick calls from the base. It was an eternity, to not have him by your side, to not watch you fall over as you tried to feed the animals on the ranch. It was a long night when you didn't have him wrap his arms around you and whisper sweet nothings. But it was the rule, wait and I'll be back to love you more. You were his patient lover, like a woman back in the day, waiting all day for her man. And the second came with the view of the joint estates, he smiles. His pretty darling, his home and all those crazy animals, all waiting for him.

His mates at the base, all begged him to wait just a little longer but he couldn't not when he yearned to be in your arms. He didn't care, it didn't matter if they all wanted a sit-down cookout to celebrate a triumph of an operation. You mattered. You see, the thought of you, laying in bed, with an empty side, his pillow used as a teddy bear as you await for him, that was an image he couldn't let happen anymore. His truck, rushed through the night all to get a glimpse, a touch, a whisper and an 'I love you' from you.

The door, swung open as he hurried up the stairs and into the bedroom. The floor creaks under his step as he silents himself from excitement when he sees your precious face. It was a rush, it's love and glee to know he came home, came home to you. "R/N, doll..I'm home," he whispers as he gently stirs you awake. That smile of yours, oh it can melt a man as mean and cold as him. "Hi," your voice is so soft and small. "Hi," he responds and sits on the edge, watching as you crawl into his arms. "Did you miss me?" but of course, he knew that answer. You nod and bury your face on his chest. What was once an empty bed, is now a bed full of two. Two crazed people, two hearts, one home. "Oh I missed you more," he rubs your back and notices how your body relaxes. He holds you close, so close that it's as if he wants your body to become one.

His boots are under the bed as he settles in with you. Your warmth wrapped him in an embrace. This, this is all he ever needed. It wasn't some drunk one-night stand, it wasn't cheap love or cheap sex. No one could afford this. Don't think he even understood how much he had to afford this kind of love but he can and that is all that matters now.

A/N: I love cowboys....and I love cowboy Graves

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[twd-l0ver]

How could you!?

Daryl tells you about Leah, now you don't know how to tell him about your surprise

"Hi D, I have your supplies here!" You say to your fiance, pulling him into a hug with a giddy smile. "Hmm" he replied back not really returning the hug. You pulled back with your brows slightly furrowed "Whats got your panties in a bunch?"

"Nothin' ". "Honey it's obvious somethings wrong, but I do have something for you". You reached into your bag and pulled out a box, but before you could say anything else he stopped you. "Y/N there's somethin' I've gotta tell yea' ". The look on his face made your heart beat faster. Anticipation was taking over your body as you were waiting for him to tell you what he needed to say.

"I met someone out' here".

"Oh... that's nice I'm glad that you're not out here all alone at least you'll have some company" you say relieved he didn't say he got bitten.

" Tha's not wha' I mean... y/n I'm sorry" . It took you a moment to comprehend what he meant, it finally clicked in your head what he meant, tears brimmed in your eyes as you looked at him in disbelief . Your heart felt like it was shattering into pieces, everything you did together, all the sweet talk about you being the only one for him was gone in the wind like dust, it meant nothing to him and that made your blood boil.

You immediately got up to leave but he followed quickly grabbing you by the waist. You turned around and pushed his chest back hard "How could you!?" Streams of tears started falling down your face waiting for him to answer. You pushed him again "HUH! Was I not good enough, why Daryl, why did you do this!?"

"Yea' are good enough, I jus' wasn't thinkin' "

"Oh please if i was good enough for you, you wouldn't have went out there seeking warmth from another woman!, matter of fact"

"Did you like it?

Was it good?

Was it worth it?

Tell me Dixon was it?" You asked getting close to his face with bitterness laced in your voice. He couldn't even meet your eyes as you scoffed "unbelievable you can't even say anything for yourself" "No it wasn't and I'm sorry"

"Sorry? That's all you have to say for yourself, no I'm sorry that I was an asshole and banged another chick for the fun of it even though I have someone back at home?" He didn't say anything.

You reached down and picked up everything you brought for him and threw it right at him earning an "oof" in return. "This is the last time I'm coming out here, someone else can bring this shit to you if you want to talk about this whole fucked up situation you know where to find me".

As soon as you turned around you let the tears you were holding back fall down your face. But before you left you realized there was something you didn't know, the chicks name. "Whats her name?"

"Leah" you nodded , you reached into your bag and pulled out the box "before I forget" you threw the box over and turned back around walking back to Alexandria not caring about the protests behind you.

a/n: THIS WANST PROOF READ

BYEEE lately I've been feeling a lil angsty...I got the idea from a show I'm currently watching called Rosario Tijeras, when Paula found out Emilio cheated on her. Just added my little twist to it 😛

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[bloogers-boogers]

Hi! I have a lil au idea for you! Pretty much my first idea for Adam and Michael. Get the popcorn 'cause this is gonna be long.

Lucifer and Michael were quite invested in the two humans. Lucifer kept drooling over Lilith but Michael was the opposite. Something about Lilith's attitude just pissed him off. She was quite arrogant and bossy, always shooing his lover away or ordering him around to make him go away then telling Lucifer something else. Adam from the first moment adored Michael and Lucifer but Lilith also hated Michael.

Michael once made the mistake of calling Lilith out on her behaviour. A fight between Lucifer and Michael broke out. Fortunately it was broken up by Sera and no one got seriously hurt. Adam tried to ignore all the things Michael said but some things started to click. Adam distanced himself from Lilith and Lucifer.

Michael got punished, worsening his punishment by arguing with the elders about Lilith. He felt betrayed. They used to stand by him. They used to trust him but now, things are changing. Michael started to leave his office less and less 'til another fight broke out between Michael and Sera. Michael ended up leaving to the garden to meet Adam again. Adam told him that Lucifer told him that he is getting a new wife. A woman named "Eve". Michael was surprised. No one even told him about it. Lucifer and Lilith in the meantime are living their best lives in the garden. Eve was created and Adam hell for her like no other. He was finally happy.

Lilith got jealous and asked Luci to help him.

A couple of days went by and Adam was going to his lover with Michael to introduce him to her. They've found Eve but...she was on top of Lucifer, both of them red in the face. Michael was furious with his brother.

Eve tried to explain but all Adam said to her was "You're just like her" then ran away from the scene. Michael asked Lucifer if he was proud of himself but before Lucifer could answer, his brother was already gone.

Michael went after Adam and had an idea on the way. Maybe he could help Adam get revenge. Michael forged up an idea to manipulate Eve into eating the apple.

They did just that. Lilith got curious after seeing Eve's change in personality and ate the apple as well.

The elder angels found out and banished Eve and Lilith onto Earth, giving them help to create humanity on their own but other than that, they were on their own.

Michael and Adam were banished to hell for what they've done.

A long time later, Adam and Michael had a daughter, Charlie...

Ik it's just a swap au but it's kinda fun. I haven't yes Adam AND Michael in the places of Lucifer and Lilith yet.

Have a rose for reading all this:🌹

DUDE I SWEAR I READ THIS LIKE THREEE TIMES ALREADY I’m such a sucker for swap au and let me tell u this is the type of fic I’d read omygod lsbelwbdwñeb 💖💖💖

I love the idea that initially Lilith would hate Michael but eventually grow to like him once Adam deals settles in heaven (so not only Adam speaks of him but she has to meet up with him in the meetings so she eventually starts developing feelings for the king of hell), so in the exterminations maybe she’s the leader of the exterminators now? And she’d go there and try provoking Michael and flirting but Michael is so down bad for Adam he doesn’t even bat an eye!

Lucifer is literally being cucked as a great karma for what he did to Adam in this au! Like, Lilith is no longer in love with him but uses him to hold power in heaven (she literally picked Eve over him back in the garden). She also flirts with Adam at his arrival albdwlsbwlw at first it was just to be a bitch to him but eventually she genuinely wanted to score him. (but ofc Adam was only annoyed by her advances.)

Adam deal has something to do to protect his family so he’s forced to be up there but he’s still madly in love with Michael, though, he’s also force to be around Lucifer a lot more (the angel would look for him, *cough cough* he’s enthralled by the first man. Also bc this is kinda of a great excuse for him to speak with his brother which he misses to inform him of Adam’s doings.) Adam is not allowed to be with Michael, speak with his daughter or in hell unfortunately.

Eve whereabouts still remains a mystery (but Adam knows where she is. I feel they somehow made up at some point and are acquaintances at the very least.)

And I feel Michael’s way of dealing with his depression unlike Lucifer’s who tries to avoid his responsibilities and locks himself away, Michael will indulge with them and even add more to the pile, working nonstop. Shutting himself in his office (instead of workshop) and be like this workaholic king who shuts down any possibility of distractions and family time (poor Charlie…) he may even do the opposite of Lucifer who was always hiding in his castle, while Michael would rarely ever be home! Like traveling through all rings dealing with deals, meetings and all that stuff.

Either way I NEED MORE OF THIS OMYGOD 🔥🔥💖

#asks♡ #guitarhero

[poppadom0912]

Together (IV)

Warnings: Mentions of violence, blood, injuries, abuse, bullet wounds etc.

Summary: When Kelly finds out, things only go further downhill. 

A/N: So things go a bit awry so I apologise heavily in advance. Hope you have fun with this lil one. Writing this helped get rid of biology stress.

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Everything happened so fast.

One second Will was saying how lucky Jay was as he groaned but let out a big sigh of relief when Will brought up a bullet in the tweezers grasp. Fortunately, Jay wouldn't bleed out and if time permitted, Will could probably stitch him up here.

Will was saying something about Jay's thigh being in decent condition before the three of you continued joking around, keeping the atmosphere light hearted despite the grim thoughts in the back of all your minds.

Then, all of a sudden, the basement door burst open with such a fury that you all flinched.

Several men came barrelling into the room, all dressed in black but only two of them looked familiar causing you to sweat in dread.

So much was happening that it was difficult to register.

In the corner of your eye, you could see several men restrain your older brothers despite their pain, holding them down tightly and not once moving as if their shouts didn't bother them.

Their shouts were desperate that it physically pained you to hear but it all of a sudden clicked that their shouts were directed towards you.

Your restrained self allowed not much movement but you tried anyways, pushing them off with your elbows and trying to wiggling your way out their hands.

You tried reasoning with them, giving empty promises, trying to bargain and even begging but it was useless.

The hate you had for the Murray brothers was increased tenfold as tears fell down your scarred face, a phone being propped out and facing you directly.

*****

Kelly was starting to get worried.

It'd been around less than half a shift since you left and according to his watch, you should've called him several hours ago.

To get out of his worrying thoughts, Kelly found himself doing his paperwork in the common room, hoping that the idiocy of firefighters would distract him.

It was beginning to work but then a notification went off and his first thought was that you were finally telling him you were still alive. Maybe his worrying was pointless afterall.

The smile on his face dropped in nanoseconds when he picked up his phone and there was no text message but a video instead. The video was of you, attempting to kick as you thrashed in two mens hold.

You were practically drenched in blood. The colour of your jeans you wore this morning and your half naked torso drowned in crimson made Kelly's heart lurch out of his chest.

Your screams of agony echoed out his phone and into the firehouse, putting everyone at a standstill. Your cries were very much audible, along with your breathless begging for them to stop; you had enough and couldn't handle it anymore.

The video ended with your screams blending in with the desperate shouts of two deep voices that Kelly couldn't help but recognise. Your pleads would forever scar your family, simply hearing it was enough to do so.

Kelly felt like being sick.

*****

Forensics were scattered all around the cabin, inside and out, leaving no rock unturned.

Time was ticking and they were soon going to lose daylight which would only make their jobs ten times harder.

Kim was jotting down a few notes on what a tech was relaying to her when her phone rang, the name not surprising her at all. "Hey Hailey, what do you have?"

"I've got Severide with me."

Hailey's words confused the brunette causing her to stand up straight and squint her eyes in confusion till she remembered that the two of you had been dating for the past two years.

"And?"

"He got sent a video four minutes ago."

Kim swallowed harshly. Such simple and vague words but she knew exactly what they meant. Looking over her shoulder, she jogged towards where the rest of the unit had huddled together after collecting all the physical evidence left behind.

"Sarge, I've got Hailey on."

"What's up?"

Before either female could reply, Kim received a notification and upon seeing what was attached, she already wanted the ground to swallow her up. She really was dreading what they were about to see.

Nothing was going to prepare her for what she saw nor what she was hearing.

Your bloodied and bruised body left no trace of your usual pale complexion. Your shouts turning into screams felt as though they vibrated through her being, her blood turning cold knowing her friend had been put through so much.

Screwing her eyes shut, she paused the video, refusing to see anymore of you in such a state. It was obviously clear as day that the rest of the unit felt the same way.

"I tracked the video and it's coming from here in Illinois, not Wisconsin." Hailey paused. "Trudy's got units on the 5 mile radius I was able to narrow down."

"Alright, we're coming back." Hank said, gesturing for everyone to get a move on. "Call us back as soon as you got something."

"You got it Sarge."

*****

Your breaths were shallow, eyes dim and body numbing further time went by.

Death sounded so sweet right about now.

Jackson and Ezra had their fun but upon announcing their hunger, they simply let you fall like a ragdoll onto the cold concrete before leaving without another word.

Before you could register their exit, you felt two pairs of hands coming to hold you up. On instinct, you began fighting them off even though it brought you immense pain and it took too much effort.

But, it was only Jay and Will. Gosh, they'd watched the entire thing unfold and they couldn't do anything about it.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." You repeated under your breath, voice hoarse and sounding like you were about to lose it anytime soon.

"Y/N, hey, don't be silly." Will comforted you, sitting you up, back against the wall so he could inspect just how much more damage was inflicted. "Don't be sorry- we're sorry."

"I've literally traumatised you guys with my stupid screaming." You pointed out, your tone flat as you pointed out the most obvious. Guilt was swallowing you up whole and all you wanted to do was drown in it.

"Y/N, you're in pain, you have every right to scream and cry." Jay retorted back, also pointing out that what you did didn't need to be justified. "If you didn't, I'd be worried for you."

"I wanna go home." You whimpered, fingers curling around Jay's hand as the pain you were enveloped in increased tenfold. You must've sounded like a little child but your bed and sleep sounded so good right about now.

And your older brothers could do nothing else but agree.

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Good for You

Eddie Munson x Reader request

Summary: Stuck babysitting the newly single reader at a party, Eddie Munson spends the evening with her and in return, she gives him a legendary ride home.

Content Warnings: 18+ smut, afab/Fem!reader, plot & porn, some angst, protected p in v, oral m&f receiving, mentions of overstimulation, pet names, squirting, Eddie’s a lil dom-y, mature language and themes, alcohol & drugs, shitty ex is present, spitting, mentions of reader being cheated on, lots n lots of fluffy kisses and bonding, & no mention of Y/n (please let me know if I missed anything)

A/N: requested by @josephfakingquinn and me

Smut prompt: sloppy road head with Eddie

Thank you for requesting, babe, this was so fun to expand and write!

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“Go on, in you go!” Eddie managed through his relentless giggles as he spun his classmate towards the passenger side of his van. Her loud cackles bounced off the end of the cul-de-sac and echoed all around them, the sweet melody of her laughter pulling at the corners of Eddie’s cheeks while he struggled to keep her still.

“Eddie, c’mon, one more time!” She said out of breath as he lifted her frame up and into the seat with her help. They'd been dancing their entire trip to the car, Eddie smoothly spinning her around under his arm and whirling the pair of them across the lawn.

Now he struggled to get her buckled, “If you keep spinning you’re gonna hurl.” He said as she leaned out of the open door to be difficult, and settled her arms over his shoulders as he tried to turn her back to face the front.

Eddie chuckled easily as she beamed at him, his large hand sprawled against her bare thigh to keep her still as he wrapped the seat belt over her and clicked it into place. The girl had pleasant surprise flash in her eyes and she started clapping for him. “We did it!” She congratulated before he shut the door with a shake of the head, his smile still lingering.

“Thanks again for taking her home.” Nancy said from the lawn, holding his lunchbox for him as she’d watched Eddie buckle in her inebriated friend.

“No problem—kinda got a soft spot for her.” He shrugged as if it was no big deal. Nancy chuckled before stepping closer and handing over the lunch pail.

“Listen, she’s not always like this, a-and I would’ve driven had I known—“

“It’s all good, Wheeler. I know she needed it.” He nodded in understanding.

The waiting girl watched the exchange from her seat in the car, only able to go off their lips to tell what they said. Then she remembered she didn’t have such a skill. To her it looked like Nancy was taking her sweet time batting her big brown puppy dog eyes at Eddie when she should already be half-way to taking his pants off.

Eddie placed a hand on Nancy’s shoulder and nodded before taking a step back from her off the curb. Nancy said something else, which made Eddie laugh. Deciding she’d waited long enough, she cranked down the window.

“Ope, there she is.” Nancy said affectionately, her eyes now trained on her dear friend hanging out of the window as Eddie watched through the windshield in amusement.

“Hi, Nance.” She sang with a light smile and propped her chin on her hands. Nancy waved and took some steps towards the car. “I just wanted to say thank you for hooking me up with the cutest ride. I promise I’ll be good.” She placed her hands on top of Nancy’s before her eyes shamelessly darted to Eddie who blushed at the comment.

Nancy chuckled, “No worries, just get home safe, and call me when you get there—no stops or detours!” She eyed her friend’s pink nose and tear stained cheeks and smiled when her friend nodded in agreement with her fingers crossed.

Nancy was wise enough to know her friend wasn’t above revenge. Especially if that revenge had anything to do with a certain no-good-two-timing Calvin Mayes. Nancy received the call earlier that week, her friend blubbering out of embarrassment and heartbreak.

Calvin hadn’t had a deep hold on her, per say, but the girl couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong with her when she’d caught him cheating with Melinda Garvey in his car during lunch. He’d barely tried to go past missionary with her, let alone fuck her during lunch. What was wrong with her? Why hadn’t he asked her? Why didn’t he just break things off first? Everyone had known about it, and for whatever reason, her oblivion had become the biggest joke.

‘How was it not obvious?’

‘I would’ve never believed that shit about life-long friends, do you see the way they talk to each other??’

‘I bet she wasn’t putting out.’

‘What do you think she’s gonna do?’

‘She’s a ticking time bomb, there’s no telling…”

Even Nancy had worried her friend would do something rash, like the time she found out Pete Harris wrote unsavory things about their friend Susan on the boys' room stall last year.

So much screaming… too much bubblegum… the boy was bald all winter.

As the three of them sat talking, the giggly girl throwing passive compliments Eddie’s way as Nancy observed the building tension between them, they hadn’t noticed the group of letterman’s lingering in the driveway; watching, waiting…

From the moment she’d seen Eddie at Steve’s party, she was determined to talk to him. The girl had been crushing on him for almost two years now, and tonight would be the night she took her chance. Eddie had captivated her from the moment she saw him walking to class, his defensive scowl etched on his face.

She’d caught his nervous glance a few times since—really any time they found themselves in the same room. But his lips always remained in a flat line before snatching his dark gaze away. This made her wonder if she rubbed him the wrong way.

But tonight was different. Tonight, Nancy had spotted her friend’s red face and running mascara at the sight of her new ex and was determined to get rid of the problem before it turned ugly for everyone involved, so she did what any good friend would do, and took her hand to lead her far away.

Eddie had been camped out next to the patio doors in the kitchen, waiting around with his box of goods to sell when Nancy stumbled up hand in hand with the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. Immediately he knew who she was; kind of a wallflower, a legendary temper, a good student, typically stayed out of trouble, and of course, freshly and publicly dumped by one of the coolest guys on the baseball team.

He noticed her tear streaked cheeks and solemn face, her eyes to the floor as Nancy spoke for her. “Eddie! Please, do me a solid and watch her for a second—and don’t let her drink anything!” She yelled over her shoulder after she parked her friend on the wall next to him.

Eddie didn’t protest but he looked shocked as he watched Nancy storm over to a group of boys, a familiar laugh at the center of them all; Calvin. The girl next to Eddie sniffled, taking a few steps to the kitchen island filled with bottles, as if she hadn’t heard Nancy’s instructions. She tried not to pout as she poured some vodka.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa—uh-uh, Wheeler said so.” He said, stepping forward and taking the red cup from her mouth.

Her eyes shot open, pink and swollen like her nose, “Give it back, freak!” She spat without thinking. Eddie grimaced, still holding the cup out of reach, almost unfazed. She froze, her mouth gaping.

The image in front of him almost made his own bottom lip stick out as he watched her eyes well up with more tears before she spoke. “I-I’m so sorry—I don’t-I don’t think you’re a freak.” She rasped with a quivering lip and shaking head. This was not how she planned to speak to him for the first time, by any means.

Eddie shook his head, his hand comforting her back and his other placing the cup on the counter, “Nah, no, don’t mention it. You, uh, you okay?” He asked, scanning down her face.

He could tell she was fighting hard to keep her eyes away from the loud entryway on the other side of the living room as she shook her head without thinking and then stuttered her movement until she nodded. “Yeah. Yeah I’m okay. Just drunk.” She said quietly and clearly.

He knew better though. She wasn’t stumbling like Nancy or slurring, she didn’t reek of alcohol, no. Her perfect shade of pink was of sorrow and not drunkenness. “Hey,” He whispered, eyes full of care as he stared into hers intently. “Do you want anything?”

Her eyes cleared of tears, but longing filled them as he waited for her answer. Her eyes darted around in thought, landing on his lunchbox, but not long before she looked his whole frame over with pleasure, and he saw it. “Yeah, I do.” She nodded, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth as he set his box on the counter.

“—If you have a blunt already rolled, it’d be greatly appreciated.” She said, wiping her face one last time and waited patiently.

Eddie pointed at her in confirmation and dug to the bottom before retrieving a small baggie containing prerolls of different kinds. “My fattest blunt for the prettiest girl.” He smiled, holding it between them. She scoffed and smiled back up at him, a warm and teasing sparkle filling her eye as she stepped forward to take it.

He pulled it back and eyed her suspiciously, “Are you sure you’re good with this? Y’know I’ve never seen you smoke at one of these before.” He said smoothly, an easy smile on his face as he leaned up against the edge of the granite, her mirroring him with a heavy lidded stare and smile on her lips.

She gasped jokingly, “So you have been watching me…” she chuckled, taking another step closer to him and hoping he wouldn’t step back.

He didn’t.

His neck craned down to look at her better, the smell of her sweet perfume tickling his nose above the stale smoke lingering in the room.

“Can you blame me?” He asked above a whisper and chuckled, his real smile spreading across his face as she giggled with shining eyes.

“How’s about,” She cooed, “I buy this off you and you smoke it with me.” She bit her lip, averting her gaze to the floor between their shoes. “I could probably use some help.”

This evening she wore some strappy heels with her little dress, much different than her regular attire as opposed to Eddie, who still had on the clothes he wore to school and Hellfire. She reached into her purse and pulled out a fifty dollar bill to hand to him.

His eyes went wide, “Sweetheart, I don’t have a lot of change—“

“So? Is that enough?”

He stuttered a response, “I mean, y-yeah, but fifty could get you s-so much more than just a blunt, you know?” He chuckled uneasily when he noticed how she watched his lips as he spoke.

‘Is she drunk? Does she want me to be her rebound? Did someone put her up to this?’

“How’s about..” she reached for his hand and put the bill in his palm before closing it. “—you take my fifty and you show me… how far it’ll get me.” She said quieter than before. Eddie caught a gasp in his throat, his eyes wide before he swallowed.

“I, um, we could, like, uh—“

‘Fuck just get it together, pussy, this could be your one shot.’ He berated himself.

“—get outta here?” She suggested easily, an eager gleam taking residence in her eye.

Eddie smiled and nodded, all of his teeth exposed behind his beautiful, full, and framing lips. “I could take you…” he searched, hoping nothing he said sounded too presumptuous. For all he knew this was a ruse.

“Later you could take me home… if you wanted to...” She bit her lip and reached out to trace the chains at the cuff of his leather sleeve.

Eddie’s face burned, his cheeks a pretty pink as he nodded, “I’d love to.”

She noticed his blush almost immediately and chuckled. “But for now,” she said cooly, placing her hand on his face and feeling his temperature, “—you’re gonna take me out back. C’mon.” She giggled at his reaction to her wording as she led him to the backyard.

There were a few stragglers hanging around the back porch fire pit, but most of them were outside to grab some air or a quick smoke before heading back inside with the exception of these two. They sat side by side on a bench, staring into the roaring flames of the fire in front of them while they made comfortable conversation and passed the blunt back and forth.

“Thanks by the way.” She said after a while. Eddie crinkled his brow in a questioning manner. She scoffed lightly. “Everyone's been… gawking at me ever since…“ she shrugged, shaking her head as she looked at him knowingly. “—things ended with Cal. Like I’m just the ‘desperate, pathetic ex’, when I didn’t even like him that much— I felt like he didn’t even like me most of the time. We had some fun, but there wasn’t any love lost, you know? But it’s like they’re just waiting for me to explode. Like they wanna see something happen, y’know? Like I’m not… a person? I dunno.” She rambled quietly towards the flames licking the glowing amber logs.

He nudged her shoulder, “Oh, I know, maybe better than anyone else.” He took a toke and looked at the flames dancing in front of them as he captured her attention. “Everyone’s always picking on me trying to get me to snap and do something crazy, y’know, cause the whole town freak thing.” He winked and exhaled as she nodded with a wince, placing a hand on his thigh. “People like what fits their narrative, babe. They’re gonna talk. But—“

“I meant it—“ She blurted. “—when I said I don’t think you’re a freak.” She said. His eyes met hers and his brows raised in surprise. “I’m sorry.” She said again with a sincere nod. At this, Eddie pushed hair away from her pained face. He’d seen her right after the incident, her jaw clenched and brow knit together for the rest of the day, pouting as if she’d only been in an argument.

But this looked like pain. Like she couldn’t bear to let him think for one moment she had ever thought of him or referred to him as ‘the freak’. He shook his head in gentle disbelief at her before he nodded. “I know.” He said, letting his hand cup her cheek comfortingly, his finger tips playing with the hair around her face. They held their gaze a moment longer before she brought the blunt back up to her lips.

She looked up at his eyes, once so dark and hard from across the room, now so warm and soft in the firelight. So full of sincerity.

“For what it’s worth…” she handed him the blunt, “I’ve always thought he was a piece of shit and that you’re too good… for him and anyone else...” He said lowly and close to her ear.

She nodded. “He really is…” she snickered, though her eyes watered and her mouth tensed. “I…I never wanted to be good for him.” She whispered as if she had just realized it. He daringly leaned down to touch her forehead with his own.

“You shouldn’t have to. You shouldn’t have to want to be good for anyone. Just you.” He affirmed. She smiled and nodded against him.

“Thank you.” She whispered again taking a small gasping breath.

“Y’know, I should thank you, too.” He said just as quietly before taking a hit.

She pulled away to look at him with a shaking head and arched her brow as she took the blunt from him and puffed. “I got to hang out with the prettiest girl at the party tonight.” He’d faced her, his legs straddling the bench they occupied and his arms coming to rest clasped around her hip. Her arm snaked up his shoulder for her fingers to play with his curls, the two of them wrapped up so comfortably you’d think they’d been here before.

“Don’t take too much! You’ll turn your pretty lungs black.” He’d teased as she took a deep inhale. She opened her eyes as she passed it back to him and rolled them before exhaling.

“I’m no—ot a complete newb—ie.” She coughed away and into her fist while he laughed at her, his forehead resting on her shoulder as he did.

She leaned into him for a moment after she gathered herself. Eddie sighed contently, though the warmth building in his core would soon betray him if he didn’t get out of here in the next few minutes. “Hey,” he whispered close to her ear, getting her attention turned to him and their noses grazing. Neither of them cared to move.

“You want that ride now?” He asked quietly, the crackle of the wood burning and the heat of the fire filling her senses behind his whisper. She bit back her smile and nodded.

Eddie shot her a hopeful grin and stood, holding out his hand to pull her up with him. She took his offer and giggled when he tugged, taking no hesitation in wrapping an arm around his waist and keeping her other on her purse. Eddie merrily swung his lunch box beside him, throwing his arm over her shoulders as they walked.

He led them through the packed house, bathing in the feeling of leaving with the prettiest girl in attendance with her arm around him, keeping him close enough to tell her intoxicating perfume was vanilla and something else, like summer. When the front door was in sight she pulled him back to the middle of the living room, a real smile wide on her face.

“You have to dance with me first!” She shouted over the music, freeing his hand of his lunch box and spying Nancy approaching her through the crowd. She handed it off without a word and twirled under his obedient hand. He chuckled at her as she jumped around merrily and tugged him along, trapping his other hand in hers and easily steering him around.

She giggled and shrieked with joy the more he jumped and turned with her, their hair flaring out around them, both of them capturing the bewildered looks of their peers as the Soft Cell song played. But they didn’t see anyone past one another’s smiles. She pulled him close and held his cheeks, his far away eyes trained on hers, and for a moment he thought she’d kiss him.

She went for his ear instead to ask, “Ready to go?” Her chest heaved. He looked at her hopeful gaze and nodded, allowing her to twirl him to the front door, whatever kept her laughing.

And now they were here, seconds away from driving off into the night together, no telling what could happen between them, when suddenly a voice boomed in the empty street.

“Babes! What are ya doin in there?!” Calvin slurred, staggering across the lawn, his perfectly lush hair bouncing as he did. Nancy grumbled and rolled her eyes, thinking she’d seen them pile back into the car they arrived in earlier and drive away. Eddie tensed when he saw the familiar jocks make their way to them, the numbers making him feel uneasy.

The girl in the car bravely leaned out the window, bracing herself on her forearms. “I dunno, Cal, what were you doing in your car on Monday?” she propped her chin on her fist as the boys behind her ex ‘ooo’d.

Cal blinked in response, Eddie’s cheeks heated when he caught the boys intimidating gaze. “You think it’s funny?” He asked her as she stifled a chuckle at his anger. “This is how you’re getting back at me? By-by leaving with-with him? Don’t you have any self respect left?

She shook her head, “You’re pathetic.” She scoffed with a smile, “I’m glad you dumped me. Because if I had dumped you like I planned, you wouldn’t have left me alone anyway.” She shook her head with disgust nagging at her features. Eddie and Nancy exchanged shocked glances through the windshield, smiles of pleasant surprise growing. “If I wanted to get back at you, there’s a thousand things I could do. But going home with Eddie,” she glanced at him again, her smile spreading involuntarily, “that’s for me.” She winked at the blushing boy in front of the van.

Calvin stood, his mouth stuttering without making any words. “Eddie?” She’d asked, his ears perking immediately at her call, “Can we go now?” that familiar sparkle returned to her eyes as she looked at back up at him.

Eddie didn’t answer, instead he ran around the front of the van and hopped inside with a smile. Calvin approached the van further, his confusion evident by his crinkled brow. “Y’know, i-it makes sense you’d go for the freak. At least Melinda doesn’t—“

She spat a fat wad of saliva in his face, halting his sentence right when he thought he had an edge. Nancy didn’t want to enjoy her friend’s antics but she couldn’t help it, Calvin really was a prick.

“Goodbye, Calvin. I hope you learn how to make a girl cum someday.” She saluted him out the window and plopped back into her seat. Her tits jostled in her dress and she hoped Eddie saw as he turned the engine over and shifted it into drive.

She blew Nancy a kiss, watching her walk back up to the house, leaving the dumbfounded baseball team waiting for their stunned friend to come back to earth after his assault, and Eddie peeled off from the curb, leaving Calvin Mayes in the dust.

Her contagious laughter returned as they drove away. Eddie noticed she was out of her seat belt and scooting closer to him. They both wore broad smiles, Iron Maiden played on the radio and she turned it up, “Running Free, right?” She asked above the music.

He did a double take of her genuinely curious eyes and nodded, “Yeah, it is.” He chuckled in disbelief and shook his head.

“What?” She asked above the music.

He shook his head again and looked at her, “You’re amazing.” He shrugged as if it were simple. And to him it was.

She smiled and sang the few lyrics she knew for him, Eddie joining in soon after to fill in the rest as they shared in their laughter. He didn’t hesitate in throwing his arm around her as she snuggled up closer to him.

Her hand went right to his thigh, the touch sending a jolt up his leg and to his already throbbing core. His heart stuttered and his lungs searched for breath as she began a steady stroke, up and down, up and down his long thigh. Her other hand intertwined with his hanging around her shoulder. “S’this okay?” She asked, her wide eyes resembling that of a doe.

He nodded as he tried to keep his eyes on the road ahead. “Y-yeah, more than—ugh—” He struggled,”—more than okay, sweet girl.” He chuckled nervously as her hand inched higher.

“I’s hoping you’d say that.” She giggled, her nose so close to his neck, the smell of leather and his cheap spiced cologne so warm and inviting.

He braked smoothly at a four way stop, not a car in sight. He turned to her, her head leaning on his shoulder delicately, her shining eyes peering up at him in wait. The warm and sweet scent she wore that had been driving him mad tickled his senses one more time—

Honeysuckle.

Her perfume was vanilla and honeysuckle. Sweet like the summer breeze of an evening, like eating a melting vanilla ice cream cone next to the honeysuckle bush of his childhood home as the sun went down and turned the sky lavendar.

Her eyes sparkled up at his, her lips red and plump and shining. Almost pleading with his lips for a kiss. His mouth watered before he swallowed nervously. “You were?” He asked in confirmation.

She nodded, the movement barely visible though he felt it on his shoulder. “Yeah.” She said quietly, gazing at his lips longingly one last time. Eddie felt electricity come alive in his chest, surging him forward and slotting his bottom lip between hers and cradling her jaw with his free hand. His arm that was wrapped around her shoulders pulled her closer, eliciting a moan from her lips as he did.

Just as she licked into his warm and waiting mouth someone behind them laid on their horn, forcing them apart with a jolt of panic. They both gasped softly when they opened their eyes and remembered themselves.

Eddie chuckled and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as she leaned back, still sitting in the middle of the bench seat, her chest quietly heaving. “Shit, sorry,” he said to no one in particular, and pulled forward, the ghost of his smile lingering on his shining lips.

She licked her lips, collecting the last remnants of his taste on her tongue and swallowed it, wondering if his cum tasted as sweet as his mouth did.

Wild Child by WASP started as the Iron Maiden song ended. Eddie did his best not to look over at her and grin, his crush on her driving him hopelessly mad over the last two years she’d spent at Hawkins. He hoped the dark concealed the throbbing cock in his pants, though he’d be disappointed to know she was currently eyeing it.

He’d wanted to ask if she’d come home with him, or if he should ask if she’d wanted to go out first. Then he wondered if she was even interested in more than fooling around, if she’d even want to sit through a meal with him or go see a band perform at some hole in the wall like he’d probably ask.

Before he could even ask where she wanted him to take her tonight, she was leaning over, her hand shamelessly massaging his dick. “Ohhhh, shit, sweetheart—fuck, what are you doing? Oh, shit what are you doing?” He asked breathlessly as her mouth got involved, practically making out with his tip through the strained denim.

She picked her head up slightly to look up at him, “You want me to stop—s’it too much?” She nearly gasped. Eddie shook his head almost painfully, his lips trying to mutter ‘No, no.’ as she smiled conivingly before tugging his zipper down and unbuttoning his pants.

‘Cause I’m burning, burning, burning up with fire…

So come turn me on and turn the flames up higher…’

She stuck her hand in, massaging him through his soft boxers and making him moan pathetically as he fought to keep his eyes open and on the road. “Ohh-ohhh, fuck,” he whined.

She laid her head back down on his shoulder and spoke saccharinely in his ear, “C’mon, get us to your place—“ she nibbled and sucked on his ear, “and you can do whatever you want to me.”

She resumed stroking his cock, a painful sigh slipping through his teeth. “Are you—are you sure?” He breathed. Instead of answering, she lowered her face to his lap and tugged his pants down, his length now free. His flushed tip was already glistening for her. She moaned as she lapped it up, closing her mouth around the tip and sucking.

An almost pained cry escaped him as she suckled at the most sensitive part of him. “Baby, you don’t have to—“

“Shut up, Munson—“ she pulled off to say with a smile and a bite in her voice, and buried his cock back in her mouth as quickly as she spoke. She deliberately dove down as far as she could go to gag herself, the sound and feeling of her throat closing around his tip and shaft making him press harder on the gas than he meant to.

She bobbed up and down, unafraid of hitting the back of her throat as the spit continued to fill her mouth. Her head began to feel more warm and fuzzy than the weed had provided and the space between her thighs grew wetter the more he lost control of his mouth and sounds. She relished his praise, never understanding how powerless girls got for boys, but now she knew.

In between each downward surge, she’d delicately trace the veins of his shaft with her tongue, her spit practically leaving a puddle beneath his balls.

Her lips and chin were covered in her drool, her eye makeup sliding down her face as she worked, but it wouldn’t matter to him. She groaned when she felt his hand at the back of her hair, tangling his fingers in her messy curls and keeping a firm grip on it, but letting her keep the pace.

They came to another stop, each of her tongue lashes provoking a whine from Eddie’s lips as his hips involuntarily bucked into her mouth. “I never woulda thought—oh, fuck— that you’d be so—fucking dirty.” He strained.

She pulled off of him and replaced her mouth with her hand, the sloppy head leaving her with plenty of lubrication to slide and twist her wrist at the head of his cock as she whispered in his ear, the light turning green. “People like what fits their narrative, yeah?” She traced a line with her tongue up the column of his neck, feeling him clench his jaw and whine almost shamelessly as she pressed a kiss just below his ear, “I’ve been dreaming of fucking you for too long, Eddie… I wanna—“ she sighed euphorically into his shoulder, “—I wanna be good for you, Eddie, and-and I knew you wouldn’t—” she kissed his neck with her wet lips, lightly sucking little patches of his skin here and there as she pleased and losing herself in him.

“W-Wouldn’t what?“ he gently pulled her off him by the back of her neck, cars passing him as he drove too slowly down the stretch of dark road ahead.

“He—it doesn’t matter.” She moved to resume her kisses on his neck when he flinched away, his hand still on the wheel and hers still on his cock.

“—O-Of course it matters.” He shook his head pleadingly.

She sighed and laid her head on his shoulder, tucking her nose into his neck. “He’d call me…weird—a freak, for wanting to try different things. For wanting more than what he gave me.”

“H-He called you a freak?—F-For that?! And not in a fun way??” He asked through the strain, his eyes bouncing between the road and her as she continued to stroke his cock with her hand. She nodded and he pulled her closer to fuck into her hand and whisper in her ear, “You’re not a freak, baby, you’re-you’re perfect, a dream, even!” He groaned as her pace quickened and she resumed her sweet kisses along his neck with moans spilling out in-between at his praises.

He saw the familiar sign for the trailer park, “Oh, shit, baby, we’re almost there.”

“Then you better cum, Munson.” She challenged, diving back down to his lap as he came up on the turn-in.

“What?!” He cried as she slotted his aching dick back into her mouth and moaned around him while she started a brisk speed. “Oh, oh, fuck—shit, baby, you’re so—fucking good.” He sighed as he turned the wheel, tears welling up in his eyes as he fought the urge to blow his load in her mouth.

Her nails ran up his side underneath his shirt, pressing into his skin deliciously as she dragged them back down, hopefully leaving some marks for him to find in the morning. She moaned again and picked up her speed, her panties stuck to her slick folds. “Fuck—m’gonna cum, fuck!” Eddie cried as the van skidded to a halt in front of his trailer, throwing it in park and slumping back in his seat to relax for the rest of the amazing dream this had to be.

His hand clenched her hair at the nape of her neck, her moan reverberating down his shaft as he pulled her head up to the tip of his cock so he could fuck her face freely. Her hot drool dripped down him as he spurted hot ropes of cum down her throat. “MmmMmMmmMmm…” She hummed around him, as he thrusted, her hands clenched at his hips, keeping him close until she was sure he was done.

He sighed deeply, a long moan slipping out with it. His fingers lovingly rubbed the roots where he pulled her hair as she lifted her face off of his hot, wet dick and tucked him back inside his pants. She avoided looking him in the eye under the guise of nonchalant confidence but really she worried about where things would go next. Had she gone too far? Would this solidify her spot as a slut now?

“You are absolutely… oh my god..” he said breathlessly, scanning her absolutely ruined face for any kind of regret, yet he found none. Her makeup was close to gone but she couldn’t have been more beautiful to him in this moment. “C’mere,” he whispered and pulled her chin to him, capturing her in a hungry kiss, tongues and teeth carelessly clashing as they whined and moaned for each other. Eddie almost got hard again at the taste of himself lingering in her mouth.

He wanted to lay her back in the seat, but knew she deserved better. He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, laying them down inch by inch until he reached her ear. “Let me take you inside and show you how the freak can make you cum on his tongue.” He flicked his tongue like a madman when he pulled away, sparks flying between her legs at the sight. Her eyes fluttered closed and a wanton sigh escaped her as he began his kisses down her neck again until she nodded.

Eddie smiled and pecked her lips one last time before opening his door, his pants still unzipped. He stepped out, adjusting his jacket and hair (though it didn’t help) before clearing his throat and holding out a hand for her to take. She chuckled at his state and worried what she must look like, herself, but then she looked back up at his eyes and saw the way he stared at her. All of those worries drifting away with the cool night air.

Eddie looked like he was floating away on cloud nine as he shut the door and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Right this way, m’lady.” He assisted her up the steps with a delicate hold on her hand and opened the door from behind her, his arm wrapped around her keeping her close to his front. She felt his fingers stroke lightly, grazing around her hips as he guided her inside.

Eddie’s heart felt heavy when he shut the door behind him and saw her taking in the front room. He wondered what her house must look like, if it was on cinder-blocks or had high ceilings. She turned to him with an easy smile. “I have that same mug.” She pointed to a cow mug in the corner. “And that one too!” She chuckled at the Garfield on the shelf.

Eddie’s face lit up as he shrugged off his jacket and slung it over the arm of the couch. “Yeah? I want proof. That guy right there—“ he pointed at the cow mug, “—one of a kind.” He failed to keep the smile off his face as he approached her. Her smile grew as he wrapped his arms around her and stroked down her back.

“I’m willing to bet the bottom of it says it was made in Taiwan.” She nodded, bumping his chin with her own as she did. Eddie rolled his eyes in defeat, “Shit. Busted. Now how am I supposed to have breakfast with you sometime?” He mumbled in her ear and began hot slow kisses on her neck.

“Mmm—I can think of a few ways…” she smiled at him and tugged him to her by his shirt, continuing their kiss from earlier and beginning something completely new and beautiful and pure.

He’d laid her down, completely bare, on top of the blanket of his bed and ate her pussy until she was crying for his cock. It didn’t take long for him to give in, his member standing rock hard the moment he got her down to her panties. They’d been covered in sweat before he even got a condom on despite the chilly air of his bedroom.

He’d rendered her brain useless as he filled her, every thrust pushing all words farther from her head besides yes, god, Eddie, and fuck varying in order. She breathed him in, welcoming the feeling of his skin rubbing against hers and his hands roaming anywhere they could, grabbing all the neglected parts that deserved to be cherished.

He’d whisper things in her ear that continued to push her down the spiraling tunnel, coaxing yet another orgasm from her after she said she couldn’t give anymore. “You told me,” he said through his relentless panting, “I could do whatever I wanted to you—“ his hips stuttered and his movements almost stopped, except her flipped them over quickly and sat her up on top to ride. “I got you, baby,” he’d whispered lovingly, “Now cum on my cock, like a good little slut.” He growled, roughening his pace and relishing her warmth gushing all over his lap.

“Oh, yeah, what a good girl, fuck!” He cried as he finally reached his release, his girl taking over and bouncing on his lap as he finished. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck me, yesssssss!” He groaned to the ceiling as her pussy practically sucked him dry, the wet slapping of her ass hitting his thighs was crisp and loud in his small room along with the squeaking of his old spring. She smiled down at him while she rocked on him, watching as he sat in bliss. His eyes closed as he panted and grinned.

“Holy fucking shit.” He said, opening his eyes and looking her over with a dumb smile, as if he’d just stepped off the rollercoaster ride of his life. She smoothed his hair and he smiled wider, pulling her under the covers and kissing every part of her body all over again, until she was giggling and tugging his lips away from her stomach, back up to her own.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

On Monday morning, Eddie was left wondering if she’d actually talk to him at school. He didn’t want to let himself believe she might have used Saturday and Sunday as time to think and toil over it all. Would she be embarrassed?

He sat at his regular seat in the cafeteria, some of Hellfire present for the free breakfast the school handed out. His knee bounced anxiously as he stared into his untouched oatmeal. “Dude, what‘s the problem?” Jeff asked with a nudge of his elbow. Eddie shook his head and ceased his nervous foot.

“Nothing, man—you know how—“ before he could explain, he saw a familiar hand place a coffee cup in front of him, steam rising through the small hole in the lid. Next, she took a wrapped up sandwich that smelled of sausage and egg from a paper bag and sat it next to the cup.

He looked up at her, grinning when he saw her still sleepy eyes and her small smile looking back down at him, her own coffee in hand. Her bag was slung over her shoulder and she wore a green sweater and jeans, something he’d seen her wear a thousand times. And it just so happened to be his favorite.

She stroked his shoulder tenderly before he stood, crinkling his brow and looking at the food as if to say ‘What’s this?’

She shrugged, “Breakfast, right?” Her mouth twitched, trying to conceal her blushing smile that was fighting hard to pry its way onto her lips.

Eddie threw his arms around her and pulled her to him, burying his nose in her hair and breathing in her perfume as he held her. “You’re… unreal. Thank you.” He kissed her head before releasing her and looking at his gaping friends, some others at surrounding tables gawking along with them. He reached over and pulled a free chair to join his at the end of the table and pushed it in as she sat down.

“Gentlemen,” he said with his hands on her chair as she set her bag down on the floor. He didn’t pause as he properly introduced her and picked up the bag to hang off the back of her chair. “—These are the guys, Gareth, Jeff, Grant, and Ned.” Everyone waved lightly, their eyes still wide in disbelief as she greeted them kindly.

“When did you get a girlfriend?!” Ned asked Eddie incredulously.

Eddie’s eyes went wide, but before he could answer and dispute Ned’s claim, she replied, “Friday.” and picked his hand up from her shoulder to kiss his ring before placing it back down. The action made Eddie blush, his eyes all warm and gooey resting on her, massaging her shoulder affectionately. She smiled easily and sipped her coffee.

“Eat, babe, the bell’s gonna ring soon.” She quietly urged, placing a hand on his knee and nodding at his food in front of him. He stared at her in shock, unable to move until her hand was completely retracted from him. He picked up the sandwich and unwrapped it, the melted cheese sticking to the paper making his mouth water along with the sight of fresh sausage. He tried not to moan as he took a bite and chewed carefully.

“Mmm—thank you.” He said again with a groan.

His girl chuckled and shook her head as his friends resumed their conversation from before. “I should be thanking you.” She quoted him, blushing cheeks mirroring his own as he reached between them and pulled her chair closer.

“How’s about,” he whispered, rocking his head side to side playfully, “We take lunch in the van later, huh? What would you say about that?” He stuck an ornery tongue between his lips.

“I’d say…” her eyes darting between his eyes and mouth, “I’s hoping you’d say that.”

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Taglist baddies 🤍

@newshade @loving-and-dreaming

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson requests #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one shot

[ethanharli]

Requested; Yes.

Pairing(s); John Price x Male Reader.

Cw// Fluff, Hc's, Medic Reader, lil’ dash of sad but not really.

DNI- IF YOU USE SHE/HER PRONOUNS

A/n- I had to suck it up and not use my usual headers for these, so ima find the best pictures and use the same ones repeatedly 💀

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◈ You met Price when he was a lieutenant. He was badly injured during a mission, and it was thanks to him that he got out of it. Due to his injuries however, he had to spend a lot of time in Medical with you, so you got to know each other pretty well. He was actually pretty easy to get along with, unlike the others you’ve met.

◈ After that you both clicked pretty well and managed to stay in contact the best you could. At one point you had to admit the man is charming, he never failed to make you smile and laugh, and even brighten up your day. After harsh missions you’d both spend time together to just wind down and be in each other’s presence.

◈ It took a while, but eventually you finally connected the dots, realizing exactly what you felt for the man. He was there for you like you were there for him and having him around felt like.. a comforting warmth, or a drug you couldn’t get enough of. You always got worried when he’d leave for a mission, one you couldn’t join him on. 

◈ Whenever he was around, you felt whole, and so did he. You always knew how to comfort him when he hit his lows, you’ve kept him grounded, and he appreciates it so much. He does his best to be there for you like that as well, and of course you also appreciate his efforts.

◈ You were there when he got promoted to Captain, even took him to the pub to celebrate. It was a fun night for everybody, even if you had to pay the bill before he could- wanting to treat him for the special occasion. It was later that night when the question came up, it was a surprise, but that surprise got your heart caught in your throat.

“Hey, [Y/n]..” You hummed softly when he said your name, standing outside with him to enjoy the fresh air and look at the night sky with him. “Yeah?” Turning to face him, you were quite surprised to see him with a nervous expression, wanting to reach out and soothe his nerves, but deciding against it.

“Would ya’ like to go out with me sometime this week?” He asked, the question throwing you off guard, but not failing at making your heart do flips. A warmth spreading through your chest as you smiled and nodded, “Yeah.. I’d love too.”

◈ It was pretty much the same after that, besides the added affection, and the ‘I love you’s’ that took a while to say to one another. Price is pretty affectionate though, you get a full supply of cheek and forehead kisses, and of course the regular ones. Cuddling is practically mandatory; he just feels more comfortable with you beside him.

◈ PDA isn’t a big thing between you two, hand holding is fine, and maybe a cheek/forehead kiss when there’s not many people around, but you give each other a kiss before every mission, the only time you’d do that in public.

◈ You both do your best to have date nights when you have the free time. Your jobs keep you pretty busy but that’s okay, you both manage to work around it and still find time to be with each other in some way. Price would even bring you a small gift every once in a while, one that of course reminded him of you.

◈ You both like to sit and watch movies together during your free time and before bed, sometimes the guys will come join you depending on where you are, but it’s mainly just you too. Price likes to have you in his arms during that time, or anytime in general really, though he also likes curling up in yours as well, tucking his head under your chin and all that.

#x reader #x male reader #cod x reader #cod x male reader #john price x reader #john price x male reader

[cheemken]

Okay I need to share this lil AU I made before I just implode

Drayton is a hisuian zorua! He got isekai’d from hisui when Ingo/PLA protag managed to find a way back to present time! He landed in Unova along w/ Ingo but Drayton landed near opelucid city and was found by his soon to be parents! He was injured when they found him and he certainly didn’t trust them as ppl in hisui never treated him well (his zoroark parents were killed :( ) so they had a bit of trouble nursing him back to health until Drayden made a visit bc his son made a phone call about a weird zoura that was injured

Once Drayton saw Drayden he was literally just pikachu surprised face with stary eyes bc he thought Dreyden looked so cool!!!! So he begrudgingly allows his parents to nurse him back to health but he also sticks to Drayden like glue so he was nicknamed Drayton :)

Once he’s healed up he started causing mischief like zoura tend to do! Although he’s grown to like his parents along side Drayden now! One day he shifted to look like a human child similar to Drayden and Drayden’s son just to cause a bit of mischief and eventually he just starts spending a lot of time in his human form as he finds out being a human is fun!!! Like really fun!! Eventually one day his parents kinda just sit him down and ask him if he would like to be a human bc they notice he stays in that form a lot and become their son (they cannot have biological kids bc fertility issues so I imagine Iris is also adopted!) so he becomes their son and the nickname Drayton becomes his official name!!! Although he still shifts back to a zoura sometimes at home or in private!

I think iris was away training or something when Drayton first arrived and her parents just called her saying they adopted another kid but once she comes back home she’s told the full truth about her new baby bro and let me tell you, THEY HIT IT OFF INSTANTLY!!!!! Vibing together as dragon sibs!!!

Eventually Drayton becomes a trainer which is a little weird at first but all of his pkmn joined him willingly as they wanted to get stronger! Plus having a trainer who’s a Pokemon makes it easier for him to understand their needs and wants! He also enrolls into blueberry Academy for the fun of it as he wants to learn a lot about being human! He absolutely THRIVES in the polar biome as it reminds him of Alabaster Icelands!

No one but his family know he’s a zoura so making friends is a little challenging at first bc his first friend knew he was a zoura and now he’s keeping that part of himself hidden but eventually he meets the rest of the E4 and they all click quite well together!!!

Jeebus this ask is probably pretty long oops and I didn’t even talk about how’d Drayton would be when opelucid froze over, that’ll probably be its own ask lol~Drayton angst anon💛

You've heard of N is a Zoroark, now get ready for Drayton is a Zorua hahaha

That's interesting tho👀👀👀

Cute how he looks up to Drayden so much he wanted to look like a younger version of him hahaha

But also imagine tho if he and N interacts too, like N immediately knows Drayton is a Zorua, bc he thought it was his own Zorua. Imagine N and Iris arguing bc of that tho, N saying how hypocritical it is for Drayton, a Zorua, to disguise himself as a human, to "capture" his fellow pokemon. Ofc, Drayton was quite young during that, he was scared of N, but Iris was there defending him that N has a lot of nerve saying that, considering that he himself has captured pokemon too. N said those pokemon are his friends, Iris shot back how Drayton's pokemon are also his friends, he didn't capture them, they joined him willingly

It'd be cool to see if Iris and N have some sort of beef over that tho, bc ofc, N was kinda misguided at the start of the story, while Iris is rather protective of her brother. Even after things settled down and N tried to atone for his misdeeds, and while Drayton was starting to be comfortable w him, w N even leaving his own Zorua for Drayton, he and Iris still don't see eye to eye

But y'know as a mischievous Zorua, would he even be a slacker in this au? Imagine him turning to a Slakoth sometimes too that'd be cute hahah

#but yknow..... drayton opening up to crispin abt that #drayton turning to a zorua and just taking a nap on crispin's lap #your honour pls..... #also w how opelucid froze over #maybe he still got scared of that #ofc it wasnt natural like in the ice lands #its like.. sudden yknow. its an attack from a very strong pkmn #ofc hed get scared #bc it made smth that gave him comfort that reminded him of his original home be so terrifying #an ask and an answer #anon #drayton angst anon #hisuian zorua drayton au #pokemon au

[ladylooch]

Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 23

A/N: The smut in this chapter 🤌🏻

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, Swearing, lil COVID talk

I watch with a slight twitch in my lips as Renata paces in our living room, anxiously awaiting her son’s arrival. Jan, Laura and I are sitting in the room with her, pretending to watch Avengers: Infinity War on the large TV hanging above our fireplace. Renata’s brown eyes wander to me and I give her a convincing smile.

“Not long now.” I assure her with a strong head nod. She nods back enthusiastically and resumes her impatient pacing.

Kevin has no idea his family is here. They flew in as a surprise to finally see him play in the place he feels the most at home. It’s been a difficult secret to keep for the last two weeks. At first, the surprise seemed fun, but then with the unknowns of COVID and international travel, it was necessary to remain a secret just incase it all fell apart at the last moment. Thankfully, all three of them tested negative and their entry into the United States yesterday was smooth.

Kevin has been on the road in Dallas, Phoenix, and Vegas the last week. The Wild just arrived in Minnesota about twenty minutes ago and Kevin already texted me that he is on his way home. With that knowledge, and Dave at the front desk, all there is left to do is wait in anticipation. Renata is understandably excited to see Kevin. A lot has happened in his life since we were in Switzerland in September. My left hand is heavier, we have a wedding date in Switzerland secured, and Kevin’s stats are significantly higher as he chases career highs across the board. While missing out on those big moments, I know she felt every inch of distance between her and Kevin.

Renata pauses to look out the window at the Minneapolis skyline. A light dusting of snow has begun to fall and we can hear the sloshing of snow beneath tires from below. A buzz-buzz breaks through the sounds of late Winter and we all turn to look at my phone. It’s Dave.

Kevin just walked in.

“Okay! He is here!” I squeal, jumping up from the couch after reading the text. “Go!”

Renata, Jan and Laura excitedly rush down the hall to our guest room. I turn the volume up on the TV and work on calming my face to seem casual. The Avengers are just beginning to disappear from Earth and I push out a steadying breath. I listen for the tell-tale click of the lock and grin when I hear Kevin’s keys jingling against the door. I casually glance over my shoulder as Kevin walks through with his suitcase. We smile brightly at each other when our eyes meet.

“Hi baby.” Kevin calls to me as he shuts the door.

“Hi baby.” I repeat to him, biting my lip as a large grin pulls my mouth tight. “Good road trip, huh?” I say as I casually saunter over to him.

“Not bad. Would have been nice to get three wins, but two will do.” He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into his chest. His lips press against mine as his hands dip down to my ass, grabbing both cheeks greedily. “You have too many clothes on. Let’s take these off.”

“Uhhhh..” I let out a nervous laugh, pulling away from his wandering fingers. “Hands to yourself. We have company.” I whisper a breath from his lips.

“What? Who?” He asks, looking behind me. I hear the soft footsteps across the room, then I watch Kevin’s face light up with pure joy at the sight of his family.

“Oh my god!” He exclaims, watching with wide eyes as they rush towards us. “All my favorite people in the world in one place.” He releases me and steps towards his mom first. “Mama.” He sighs to her, wrapping her into a tight hug. They squeeze each other and I watch with adoration as Kev melts into her presence.

“Bärchen.” She murmurs to him, holding him close and closing her eyes as they embrace.

“I’m so glad you are here.” Kevin says as he pulls away and hugs his father just as tight. Laura is last and she buries her face into his shoulder.

“Us too.” Laura grins and pulls away. Kevin turns to me.

“Keeping secrets huh?” He scrunches his nose.

“Only the good ones.” I smile at him.

“When did you arrive?”

“Yesterday.” His mom confesses. “Sam has been keeping us company. She made us a dinner last night… Ah.. I forgot the name?” She turns to me in confusion.

“Tater tot hot dish.” I laugh as I say it, knowing that to outsides, Minnesotans are weird.

“Weird name, but really good. When I first met Sam, I thought she was messing with me when she said that name.” Kevin reaches for me and pulls me into his side. “You didn’t go to 5-8?”

“No, I figured you would want to go with us.” His brown eyes are glittering in adoration and joy. My heart swells at his excitement and I turn my face into his ribs to hide my cheesy smile.

“I do. Maminka, did you see her ring?” He asks, reaching for my left hand and holding it up with pride for his mom to see. It was the first thing she reached for when she saw me at the airport, but I understand Kevin wanting that moment with her.

“I did. Very good.” She gives her approval. “On the ring and the girl.”

“I’m set for life.” He grins.

“Yeah, but poor Sam has to put up with you.” Laura teases her younger brother. “She’s gonna have her hands full.”

“Ay… your brother just got here. Give him a break.” Renata scolds her daughter. “Come, sit.” She invites him further into the apartment. “Tell us about your trip.”

Kevin heads to the couch with his family and they sit together, catching up on every little detail of the past few months. I stay in the kitchen and clean up from breakfast that morning. Quickly, the conversation turns to speaking in Czech. The four of them laugh, tossing their heads back and shouting loudly as Laura speaks quickly and animatedly moves her hands around. Kevin’s gaze catches mine. I give a reassuring smile and nod so he knows I’m okay. It doesn’t bother me that I don’t understand. Because in a way I still do. Their happiness fills my chest with a bubble of contentment.

I flip the dishwasher closed and wander down to our bedroom to resume putting laundry away from yesterday. As I’m folding Kevin’s last pair of sweatpants, he enters the room.

“Hey.” He grins, crossing the room and sliding his arms around my waist. He gently settles me against his chest. I can’t help the happy sigh that escapes my lips.

“Hi.”

“Thank you.” He murmurs to me.

“I really didn’t do anything.”

“Sure, you did nothing except for coordinate everything here, pick them up from the airport, take them shopping, made them dinner and breakfast-“

“Your mom made breakfast.” I cut him off.

“Sam. They aren’t here without your help. Thank you.” He rests our foreheads together. “I needed this. I’ve been feeling homesick with these big things happening without them.”

“I know.” I cup his cheeks in my hands before pressing our lips together in a hard kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you.” He murmurs. “Mom said you made reservations for dinner?”

“Oh, yeah.” I say, handing him a stack of clothes for his dresser. “Manny’s Steakhouse. Your dad said he wanted steak. I figure Manny’s was an obvious choice.”

“He’ll love it.” Kevin confirms, stuffing his pants into the drawer and shutting it again. “I need to take a nap though. I slept horrible last night and didn’t get any time for a nap on the plane.”

“Too much poker?” I joke with him, knowing he doesn’t play.

“No, Moose was snoring in my ear.” Kevin glowers as he speaks of Marcus Foligno. “Just about smothered him.” He shakes his head before reaching out for me. “Sleep with me.” It’s not a question. I glance towards the bedroom door. “They’re taking naps too.”

“Am I going to wake up to your hands down my pants?” I ask as we crawl under the covers.

“Nah. I seriously need sleep.” He shrugs and wraps me into his body. I rest my head against his chest and get comfortable in the warmth of his body. Kevin’s lips press against the top of my head and in moments, he’s sleeping beneath me. I follow quickly with the help of his steady breathing. _ _ _

“Hey babe, can I shower while you’re in here?” Kevin asks me, peaking his head in the doorway of our master bathroom. After waking up from our nap, we reconvened with his family for another hour before I headed off separately to shower and assemble my make up for the night.

“Yeah. I could use some humidity. My hair is so staticy.” I whine, frowning at the intensity of my hairs standing straight out. Winter in Minnesota has been frigid this year and my hair is frizzing out in distress.

Kevin begins to undress and turns the shower on. Our shower is fully enclosed glass and when he opens the door to step in, the humidity rushes out to me. I shiver in delight at the warmth. Kevin scrubs himself while I finish applying my mascara. I pull my straightener through my hair a few times just to smooth everything out after the dry shampoo. I step back and look at myself in the mirror, relatively satisfied with my look. I just need to blend out my eyeshadow a bit more then I’ll be ready to go. I do so quickly and head to our closet to change.

I pull on a pair of dark jeans, a light blue v-neck shirt and grab a chunky gray cardigan. I walk over to the bedside table to grab my engagement ring from it’s holding dish, slipping it onto my ring finger as I make my way back to the bathroom.

I stop in my tracks when I get a foot in the door. Kevin is coming out of the shower. He’s dripping wet, steamy, and looking perfectly edible. He’s in late season form and every part of his body is intensely muscular. The beads of water slide down every crevice of his chest. They continue down his six pack before following the distinct V of his abdomen to his powerful legs.

My mouth instantly goes dry. I watch hungrily as he reaches for a fluffy, white towel on the hook by the shower. He begins to towel off, turning his back to me and wiping at his body quickly. I have to check my mouth for drool after drinking in his tight ass. All thoughts of modesty and his family being here fly right out the window. He turns back my way as he runs the towel over his wet hair. His eyes meet mine briefly, before looking towards the mirror. Then, after registering my hungry look, they dance back to me with amusement.

“You wanna take a pic?” He teases me. His smile turns cocky, lip tilting higher on one side, because he knows exactly how good he looks. He’s worked hard for this and my goodness, do I appreciate every damn minute of that work.

“No, but I want to lick the rest of that water off you.” I tell him, leaning casually against the counter. He licks his lips and lets out a chuckle. He pulls the towel behind his back and tucks it together to hold low on his hips. The deep V of his abs is still peaking at me; I can’t pull my gaze away from him. I let out a low, needy whimper and cross the bathroom to him. “This has got to go.” I insist to him, pulling the towel and letting it fall to the ground.

“Sam.” Kevin’s tone is mischievous but holds a warning. My fingers dance down his stomach. I reach for his hardening shaft. My finger tips tease down it then I give him a squeeze right at the base. He lets out a strangled groan as his eyes close. When he opens them again, they’re swimming in desire causing a constant pulse between my legs. “You better be so fucking quiet.” He warns me in a whisper, reaching for my neck and pulling me closer to him. His lips come over mine in a hot, sexy kiss that has me crashing into his chest.

“I can do that.” I insist as he pulls my shirt off my body. He wastes no time and unclasps my bra as well. While he kisses my breasts, I unbutton my jeans and shimmy them and my underwear off. Kevin reaches a hand between my legs and groans happily when he feels how wet I am. He turns my shoulders so I’m facing the mirror and presses against my back, encouraging me to bend over. I grip the counter and grit my teeth against a moan as he slides into me. Holy fuck, does he feel good. I fit him like a glove, like I was made for him. We both have to bite our own lips to keep the pleasure from seeping out of our mouths.

Kevin begins to move. He repositions his hands on my hips to grip me tighter. I move back into him, my ass slamming against that damn V that got us to this point in the first place. I moan; it’s a bit louder than I wanted it to be. Kevin’s hand comes around and clamps over my mouth as he increases the tempo. This new rhythm is so frantic and deep and delicious; I’m not sure that I can stop the noises in my throat.

“Shhh.” His hot whisper dances in my ear along with a hint of laughter. The feeling of it escalates the desire inside of me. My lower back tingles in pleasure. I can feel the coil beginning to tighten for the ultimate release. My wetness increases as Kevin releases my mouth to grip my hips with both hands again. His fingers dig into my flesh. The pressure of his grasp is so much that it almost hurts. His jaw is rigid with visible tension. I can tell he is grinding his teeth to stay silent.

The slapping of Kevin’s balls against my thighs fills the bathroom so I reach back to grab them in my hand. The hold has Kevin hissing in response and he’s spilling into me after a few more hard pumps. His pleasure makes me come undone too. My orgasm covers me like a welcomed, weighted blanket. I lay my forehead against the coolness of the granite counter top, enjoying the feeling. Kevin stays deep inside of me while his chest heaves from his effort. When I lift my head a few moments later, our eyes meet in the mirror and we both share satisfied smiles.

He pulls out of me. I stand back up to my full height, stretching my back muscles. Kevin’s hands dance up my sides before coming to each of my breasts. He gives them a gentle squeeze then trails his hands to my stomach, pulling me flush against him. I set my head on his shoulder as he sways us slowly from side to side. I close my eyes and melt into my afterglow and the feeling of being in his arms. We stop moving after a few more moments and my eyes meet his in the mirror again.

“We look good together.” I murmur. He returns my smile. Then he begins to drop light kisses along my shoulder, leading the way to the crook of my neck.

“You should know that you’ve ruined me for anyone else.” He mumbles against my skin. Goosebumps break out across my body while a large grin spreads my lips farther apart.

“I’m okay with that.” I turn in his arms and place our lips together. The kiss is sweet and sensual. His hands dig into my hips as he squeezes them earnestly.

“I’m serious, baby.” He says when we pull apart for a moment of air. “There will never be another.” His lips find mine again and the kiss begins to taste like sex. Without breaking away, Kevin lifts me by the back of my thighs onto the counter. Both his hands glide along my jaw and then into my hair. I moan into his mouth while placing my hands flat against his stomach.

“Lower.” He encourages me, so I slide my hand around him again. He’s at half mast and pumps himself lightly into my hand while our tongues slide together.

A knock at our bedroom door causes us both to jump. I drop his shaft immediately and pull back from him. I look at Kevin with fear in my eyes because although our bedroom door is closed, the bathroom door is very much still open. I would appreciate not having to explain to my future in laws why we are both naked.

“Kevin? Are you almost ready?” It’s Renata. Kevin laughs quietly at the scared look on my face.

“She won’t come in here.” He assures me with a squeeze. “Wir sind in fünf minuten draußen.” He calls to his mom. We hear her footsteps heading back across the apartment and his lips dip to mine again. “I bought us five minutes.” He frowns down at his hard on, knowing that won’t be taken care of.

“You smell like sex.” I cringe. “I probably do too.”

“Just put some more perfume on.” He tells me, handing me my underwear and jeans from the floor. I put them on quickly and reach for my bra next. Kevin disappears from the bathroom, casually sauntering out to our closet. He’s cool as a cucumber, which makes me wonder if he’s been caught before. I fix my hair while he gets dressed, brushing it out and trying not to scream in frustration at the instant static that returns.

“Unbelievable.” I mutter, grabbing a few drops of lotion and smooth it down my hair. Next, I turn my fingers to my eyes and fix the smudges of mascara that made their way onto my skin. I step back and look at myself critically in the mirror as Kevin returns to the bathroom. He grabs his cologne and sprits a few pumps onto his body in various places.

“Do I look like I just had sex with you?” I ask Kevin, stretching my arms out and doing a half twirl.

“Yes.” He laughs at me while running his lightly gelled hands through his hair. “But only because you look guilty.” He finishes with a shrug.

“Shit.” I mumble, glancing at myself in the mirror. He’s right. I look like I’ve been up to no good. “You are very calm. Like maybe you have experience with this.” I narrow my eyes at him, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I had my own apartment at 17. My mom liked flying in unannounced.” He leaves it at that and exits the bathroom. My stomach churns in jealousy. I hate the feeling of that. It’s pointless. I had a life and people before Kevin too. I reach for my perfume, giving myself another few spritz. Kevin returns, stepping behind me and pulling me back into his chest. “If only 17 year old me could see us now.” He whispers next to my ear, gaze holding mine in the mirror. “Best I’ve ever had.” The green monster in my chest subsides at the sight of him holding me so close.

“You’re probably second on my list.” I say, sarcasm glistening in my voice. “But there is still time for you to get to number 1.”

“Bullshit.” He says so confidently that I can’t help but let out a loud giggle.

“You got me.” I shake my head at him, turning to give his lips a quick kiss. His hands immediately go to my ass and grip both cheeks firmly.

“Make sure to look my mom in the eye when we go out there.” He tells me, eyebrows raised in question.

“Ah, I don’t know if I can with what her son just did to me.”

“Then she’s gonna know.” He shrugs as he walks out of our bathroom, pulling me behind him.

After grabbing our shoes from the closet, Kevin pushes me forward out of the bedroom and we join his family in the living room. They’re all ready to go in their coats and shoes. I bite my lip and focus on not looking guilty.

“We are ready.” Kevin says from behind me when we step into the main area.

The three Fialas looks in our direction and the look on Laura’s face tells me everything I need to know. Despite Kevin’s advice, I glance away from them in nervousness. I try to immediately shift my gaze back to correct my error. It’s too late. Laura is pursing her lips against a laugh while Renata and Jan look slightly uneasy.

“Okay, let us go.” Renata shakes her head briefly and begins to head towards the door. I grab my jacket from the back of the chair.

“They know.” I groan quietly to Kevin so his family can’t hear.

“Oh, absolutely.” Kevin agrees with me, eyes dancing with humor.

“Great, your parents think I’m a loose American now.” I grab my jacket from the back of the couch and shrug it on. Kevin grabs his as well and zips it up.

“Tell me that wasn’t worth it.” He whispers close to my ear, acting like he is fixing the collar of my jacket. His eyes meet mine and he has his answer. “That’s what I thought.”

“You are so bad for me.” I murmur as he grabs my hand, lacing our fingers loosely together.

“So bad that it’s good.” He says with a cocky shrug of his shoulders.

“Forever isn’t going to be boring with you.” I joke with him as we head out the door.

After dinner, when we are all tucked back into our beds for the night, I find it difficult to sleep. I roll over onto my right side and take in Kevin. We had been spooning earlier in the night, but after he drifted to sleep, I slipped from his arms to not disturb him while I tossed and turned. Carefully, I reach my hand out and brush a fallen chunk of hair from his forehead. Soft puffs of air pull in and out of his lungs easily. A tender smile tugs at my lips as I slowly inch my hand back from him.

“What’s up baby?” Kevin mumbles, eyes slowly squinting open. I guess I wasn’t as subtle as I thought.

“Just wondering how I got this lucky… getting to have you forever.” I respond quietly.


“It was your blow job skills.” He insists with a joking tinge to his sleepy voice.

“That’s what I was thinking.” I murmur.

His eyes close again. But, he reaches for my hip and slides me across the bed to ease back into his body. I tilt my chin up and kiss the underside of his jaw tenderly. The stubble of his beard tickles my lips. I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of his warmth against me.

Only 3 more months until forever.

#letters in your last name au #Kevin Fiala Fan Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

[pretty-pink-seaslug]

Right so this is Simon Lovelace! He’s 23 at the time of PostIncident!Crystal (25 by the time Crystal’s 16) He runs a nightclub (been debating with myself lately whether he owns it or is the manager)

(As you can see his concept sketch image contradicts what I've typed out, that's because that sketch was from august of last year lol) ((also if you click on the right pic he's only holding a heart yall CHILL))

As you can guess I’ve been building his personality and lore in my head, but so far;

His personality: He’s suave, eccentric, very confident in himself, and very loving! He likes to sing, dance, and in general have fun, and make sure those around him are having a good time as well. In general, despite what you’d think with him being a years experienced heartbreaker, a very lively person!

Lore: I don’t have too much built up yet but before him getting the job as a heartbreaker, his major events go like this; He used to be in a circus performing as an acrobat with Attilio (Surprise bww oc + canon tie in! He’s Attilio’s cousin!) and he eventually quit either when the circus went down or when he just felt like it -> a distance started growing between him and his mom for an unknown reason -> he meets Madre, they talk and have a auntie and nephew relationship because 💝 -> his mom eventually cuts him off, in turn distancing him a lil from the rest of his family (still thinking this one out) -> he meets Madre once again and gets the job offer, he promptly takes it because yeah (still also thinking this one out like the reason as to why)

this post is already long enough (I just keep yappin and yappin) so tidbits under the cut!

Tidbit time!! My favorite!!

He can drive both a car (Havent decided on what kind of car yet but it's definitely a very nice looking one +..｡*ﾟ+) and a motorcycle! Do not expect to draw EITHER of these lol I can barely draw weapons

Crystal has a sort of puppy love crush on him (ﾉ∀`) ehehehehehe-

Back when Crystal was still 14 and still reeling from The Incident, Simon tried his best to help her heal, even though he knew he didnt have to since like he's only her job trainer, he still wanted to because he has this innate need to help people where he can <33

-> His help came in the form of ego building and self care! He basically taught her to compliment herself more, how to take better care of herself, and indulge in things that make her happy. It worked! (obviously it didnt heal her all the way because that's not how trauma works- it just helped her to be in less mental and emotional pain)

He can SANG my boy got pipes <3 aside from that (or affiliated with idk) I havent fully decided on a voice claim for him, but so far I'm thinking the main vocals on Tears of Love by SUI UZI is pretty nice (SUI UZI GOATED SUI UZI GOATED)

I was originally debating on whether he should be hispanic, italian, or french, and then while thinking about him being italian I got this idea screaming in my head like *slams fist on table* "DUDE ATTILIO!!!1!!!1!11" So now he's italian! Hooray!

Still thinking about a final design for him graghhgggh

I got his surname from Garcia Lovelace off Black Lagoon (was on a huge Black Lagoon kick when first thinking up his name)

#now that I finally posted about him I can draw him more and things will make sense! #lmk what you think 👀👉🏽👈🏽 am curious #bww oc #balan wonderworld #my art #my artwork #Simon Lovelace #character concept #Madre AU

[msommers]

lil baby intro post for riya ⚔️ because she's been confined to the dms for a hot minute. fellow players don’t click read more if you wanna avoid spoilers i guess lmao

smol pinterest section for vibes

her playlist is ridiculous spoiled party princess energy and i love it

born 2:84 glory in cumberland, nevarra which is!! part of the free marches way back when so that’s fun

the youngest child to duchess priscilla de clairmont and her husband loren. only daughter with four (4) whole older brothers, the oldest being born in 2:71. mama duchess is Huge in the city, controlling a large portion of its businesses and having a grand web of connections. aside from that, the family is known for its origin of nobility back in 1:16 divine during the second blight, when valeriya de clairmont (aka riya’s namesake) helped defeat the darkspawn in the battle of cumberland, earning her and her family an elevation into nobility. ((this has nothing to do with anything, but it’s important for me to know that everyone know her husband’s name is toussaint de clairmont and i’ll go to my grave happy with that absolutely troll of a name))

her magic manifested when she was 6 years old, inherited from her father and shared with one of her other brothers, magnus. she struggled with her studies, both magical and regular, and had a hard time getting better at it until her dad found out she's Vastly better once the "learn by doing" motto is in play.

she was given magic lessons by her father for a handful of years due to the nevarran circle having been wrecked in the recent past. her mom the big business baron made a deal with the circle and the new palace that she had constructed for the family was instead given to the circle, which riya then moved into and began proper circle teachings. she didn't Hate it but she didn't Love it, way too much reading went on for her liking :///

fell in love with the idea of becoming a participant in the free marches grand tourneys after her first attendance, immediately dedicated herself to one day being one of the mages participating in the event. started studying like mad to the surprise of everyone and trained hard, becoming a knight-enchanter as she saw it fitting and easily the most fun. a magic sword?? to use in a tourney??? c’mon bro, you Know there wasn’t any other choice

has extreme rich party girl energy due to her immense privilege as both the duchess’ daughter and living in the nevarran circle where they’re almost. ridiculously chill compared to literally everywhere else. she is only inside that building when it is absolutely required, otherwise she’s out spending time with family, attending social gatherings/events, or with a lover.

speaking of lovers!!! got herself a boyfriend after hooking up with another participant in the 31st tourney. in a totally unchill move, she was then framed for his murder at the end of the next tourney :/// mommy duchess was able to keep her from being immediately punished tho she was still held in prison, and eventually when it became clear that they wouldn’t be able to get her out of it, riya’s dad and older brother busted her out of there. she was sent on her way with a stupid big amount of money and was probably expected to just lay tf low for however long it took and eventually meet back up with family, but she’s a little idiot who makes it maybe a month and a half at the most before being caught in [insert location here, probably outside of nevarra tho].

cue entrance of grey-warden recruiter and his companion who invoke the rite of conscription to save riya from any imminent transportation back to cumberland for punishment. which to riya as of right now is just another form of punishment as she’s spent about two decades trying to Not follow her family’s footsteps and instead just live her life for the vibes

now for a collection of images that i think match riya’s energy pretty well just bc it’s fun:

#ch: valeriya de clairmont #a v serious and in depth intro for the girl #i wrote this late at night and didn't include every detail but it's good enough #she was created with the specific intention of having immense character growth and i love her <3 #(edit: this wasn't supposed to post now but y'know whatever lol)

[junkobears]

So I’m finally getting around to play Your Turn to Die/Kimi ga Shine years after everyone else played it already and recommended it, as usual for me! Just finished Chapter One Part One so here’s my thoughts on the game so far, for the three or so ol’ death game / DanRon fans still hanging around on here and following me who might be interested, haha. I’ll try to put up a liveblog post for the end of every part I finish playing through, I’m going into this, say, 99.9% blind for reference:

Surprise, surprise, so far I’m enjoying the game! The premise is intriguing so far and the low-res fan-inspired Danganronpa art style obviously is appealing to me, haha. I’m eagerly awaiting a moment where we will become the swing vote between one character being horribly executed or another one being horribly executed. Aside from that, I’m not sure I have any general theories on the nature of the death game itself at the moment...

Non-character related points that stuck out to me:

-The list of names in the bar that had all these other unknown names alongside the group we have met so far... hoping we will start meeting these people in the next chapters? We desperately need more female characters in this game for one!

-Three arms were visible in the scene when Sara investigates her room and gets kidnapped, so I think her stalker is actually multiple characters, theories on who exactly below. Comedy option is that her passed out featureless mother is actually involved in the stalking/kidnapping/murderin’ group behind the death game. She didn’t look THAT injured to me.

-I wonder if alternate routes depending on characters alive, considering the dummy bullets game, I wonder if it’s actually possible to kill anyone there and the game actually continues on? Or do you just get a game over ya fucked it moron the pattern to the bullets is bleeding obvious how the hell was that possible joke ending. But also I wonder if there are actual divergences based on who you agree with or refute often in the discussion segments. Might be a lot of extra work for a free fangame, though. On that note Joe was so cool with Sara handling the gun I almost was tempted to shoot him point blank as a warning to not be so trusting of me, haha. Sadly he was just too cutely simple to actually pull the trigger on in the end.

-The cupboard in the bar could’ve done with being more visually distinctive because that tripped me up for no joke nearly an hour before I realized it was a thing that could be interacted with. Failing this early at the basics of a point-and-click adventure game, truly shameful.

And because it’s me and I love a ranking, here’s my first character opinions from top to bottom with extended thoughts on each of them!

SARA: It's fun to have a female protagonist who gets to be both the 'everyday normal person thrown into death game' & 'group leader everyone trusts' archetypes at the same time! Let's hope she doesn't get Kaede'd... eternally live in fear of this happening! The title of this game however does not imply good things eventually for Sara. I enjoy that even with random men bizarrely trusting her Sara is still like WTF about it at the same time, so she has a lil' personality despite being the POV. But gurl her fringe with braid AND side ponytail hairstyle is not it. Hoping for symbolic haircut when she also actually gets more scenarios to start reacting too now that the actual death part of the death game has started.

KEIJI: He's wildly, unbelievably suspicious with being a policeman but refusing to use the gun in the dummy challenge (then again Japanese police are like UK police where they don't actively use guns right?), and in general just being shifty about how the group was kidnapped (yeah it HAS to be that Weird Cult I Won’t Go Into Any Specifics About Trust Me Guys!) but I’m still actually charmed by his tired & easygoing demeanour? Just like yup let’s just get on with this death game nonsense, haha. But also I definitely feel like there’s going to be more to him immediately trusting Sara and putting her in the group leader spot than “you’re cute” as well. More likely for bad reasons I feel at this point!

JOE: The spunky and goofy best bro type... who I actually really like!? At first I rolled my eyes when he popped up from behind that hedge supposedly creeping but as the chapter went on I changed my tune, Joe’s a Good Boi. I have my fears that they’ll try to set up him and Sara’s friendship as romantic later on but I also don’t get that vibe really, I like how banter-y but genuinely loyal their dynamic is at the moment. Actually feels like a proper high school friendship. Apart from that I’m not sure entirely where his character is going so I’m interested to see what he gets up too next.

REKO: She’s this high up because I absolutely adore the punk rock bitch aesthetic she is rocking 🎸 but so far she hasn’t really gotten to do much at all aside from worry about Kanna, which is pretty lame so hopefully future chapters will give her something. I have high hopes you can remain a favourite Reko!

SOU: He’s the 0.1% of this game I’m kiiiiinda spoiled on, but only in a “I know this character was popular with people who were massive Komaeda/Ouma fans back in 2017/2018″ way, lmfao. Which implies to me he’ll turn out to be a lil’ shit of some sort. The vibes couldn’t be any stronger after that opening scene with him SDR2 style as well... dunno perhaps he’s Sara’s actual stalker? He does seem strangely drawn to her so far... also the fact he conveniently got locked out of the gun game? I’m enjoying him though because I can relate to the pain of people constantly telling you to just get a job when you just wanna sleep. And honestly his design is pretty, even sometimes I can be into the problematic anime boys... don’t tell anyone 😷

SUE MILEY: Death Game Mascot Host character we always appreciate one of those, love her Madoka-esque design, and her open glee and bloodthirst for democracy. Kind of interesting she didn’t immediately punish Kai for outright attacking her and just ran away however. The fact when collecting her limbs to assemble her every character kept commenting on how ‘lifelike’ she seems also stood out to me, maybe she’s not actually a literal doll/puppet and is human? Then again they did literally build her and she talks about a master so... hmm. Curious to see where the game goes with her. Would like her to actually be the main villain in the long run despite her master.

NAO: Gives me extremely Tsumiki vibes but without the fanservice so that can only be good things to come. Love how frantically panicking she is in general and her messy artist design (though initially I was thinking florist) is SUPER cute. Also enjoy how immediately she was like “I hate Keiji but Sara you’re pretty cool please love me!” which is fun shipbait I can get behind perhaps. Otherwise she didn’t do much this chapter either, but with her mentor figure now headmelted I’m hoping for more of a focus in Part Two from Nao.

KAI: Stay at home dads are pretty progressive I suppose. I don’t really believe he’s Sara’s stalker at all like this chapter is implying but I don’t really have a particular reason why I feel this way. I guess it just feels too obvious/soon for this reveal, it’s really more a meta thought. I enjoy his dedication to his cooking utensils and refusing to let anyone wield the frying pan, the man is a Peach main in Smash Bros clearly so I can respect that.

MISHIMA: rest in pieces old man, he wasn’t particularly interesting to me but I did appreciate his scene when they’re all trying to comfort Kanna over her sister’s death and he lies pretty easily to convince her she couldn’t have done anything to save her sister, added a bit more character to his older prof shtick. But his default creep hands pose whilst being the crime of old didn’t do him any favours at all so the three votes for his death ain’t surprising. I wonder if we’ll ever get a breakdown of who voted for him later on? It’d make no sense but if nao was one of them that’d be really intriguing actually.

GIN: I apologize, small otaku child who would probably hate me for being another annoying adult who likes alcohol! No one on this cast tell him about the irony of his name. His costume design and cat plushie is super cute anyways. That’s pretty much the extent of my thoughts so far!

Q-TARO: Honestly this guy just exists and not much else... I laughed at him being the only character not immediately cool with the idea of handing a random teenager a gun and trusting her to not fuck it up and kill him at least? otherwise fast food burger man is certainly a Design Choice???

KANNA: ehhhhhhhhhh the innocent child character who the protagonist wants to protect has never been my favourite archetype on it’s own. Apart from her dunce bucket hat that reminds me of Greg from OTGW, nothing about her is really standing out to me so far. So presumably she’ll be one of the main characters to the end of the game, haha. Not sure if the shot of her wetting herself was entirely necessary also. Hoping there’s a bit more to Sue Miley’s angry retort that she was a willing sister killer, otherwise Kanna will be languishing at the bottom of the ranking for a while.

#your turn to die #yttd #kimi ga shine #kgs #liveblog #back in that death game kick just finished playing exit/corners this week too #which was also pretty fun! do rec if anyones looking for another puzzle VN to check out #cant wait to revisit this post and laugh at how right or wrong my thoughts end up being!

[frankics]

hello  all  you  lovely  lovely  people  !  thanks  again  for  applying  to  this  rp,  you  have  NO  idea  how  excited  i  am  to  get  this  going.  i’m  lily,  i’m  newly  20,  in  the  est  timezone  and  my  pronouns  are  she/her.  i  love  trash  tv,  my  puppies,  and  the  collected  works  of  the  greatest  band  in  history  (one  direction).  this  is  my  trash  daughter  frankie,  she  truly  belongs  in  the  garbage  but  i  love  her  so  much.  below  the  cut  is  my  long  ass  intro  for  her,  i  forgive  you  if  you  don’t  read  it  all  because  looking  at  it  now  i  wouldn’t  want  to  either  !  anyway,  if  you’re  interested  in  plotting  with  me  and  frankie,  hmu  on  discord  and  you  can  check  this  blog  for  some connections  i  would  love  to  see  !

( alisha boe, cisfemale, she/her, MUSE E ) — oh my god, i totally just saw FRANCESCA ARCHER walking through greenwich village! you know, she plays SKYLAR ELLIS on that new netflix show, the village? i can’t believe they’re already famous at TWENTY-ONE. i’ve watched all of their interviews, and they totally come off as IMPERTINENT and RECKLESS, but they can also be ROMANTIC and WITTY. based on their social media, i’d describe FRANKIE like ( worn out black high-tops, mischievous smiles, nails painted different colors, peach vodka, swimming in an ocean during a storm ) — totally makes sense that people call them THE SPITFIRE.

important links: bio. statistics. filmography. muse posts. social media. 

warning: death tw on the 5th bullet point!!

the frankie archer story begins in 1996, when her mother yasmiin moves from her home of somalia to brooklyn to pursue an art career. she moved into a tiny apartment halfway across the world, knowing nothing and no one, looking for inspiration. she found it in the form of lorenzo archer, her next door neighbor. they dated for two years, but neither family approved of the other as a match: yasmiin’s family wanted her to return to somalia, and lorenzo’s roman catholic family were not pleased about their son selecting a non-catholic woman. but lorenzo and yasmiin didn’t care, and got married at new york city hall with the court appointed witness. two weeks later, yasmiin was pregnant with frankie. 

francesca simone archer was born on june 9, 1999. she is a gemini sun, a scorpio moon, and an aries rising. she was named francesca for her grandmother on the paternal side, and simone after nina simone, the singer that was playing on lorenzo’s record player when they first met. her two siblings, nala archer and zahi archer, were born in 2001 and 2003 respectively. 

her childhood is generally quite happy. lorenzo and yasmiin were born to be parents and they love frankie, nala, and zahi endlessly, the type of supportive love that makes children thrive. frankie possesses a natural wit and excels academically, nala is the star athlete, and zahi is a wizard with watercolor. frankie loves the movies and decides she wants to be an actress when she grows up, so lorenzo and yasmiin enroll her in acting classes and improv camps. things chug along in the archer family beautifully. 

that is, until frankie gets a high school scholarship to packer collegiate institute, located in the affluent neighborhood of brooklyn heights. she takes it, of course, with her parents’ full support. but she is nothing like anyone else who attends packer, and for a 14 year old who wants to blend in, that is the worst possible thing. she is suddenly, painfully aware of her worn-out clothes, her used books, her strange mother with paint stains on her bleached out jeans. frankie lashes out, screaming and storming off and slamming doors. she and her mother are hurricanes and the rest of the family simply battens down the hatches. one day when frankie is 15, she tells her mother that this family is her worst nightmare. it is the last words she will ever speak to her mother. 

a few hours after, the archers get a call that yasmiin has been in an accident. it was a hit and run: a drunk driver t-boned her, and they’re rushing her to the hospital. when the family arrives, the doctors break the news that yasmiin is comatose and that things aren’t looking good. lorenzo refuses to take her off life support, insisting she’ll recover. she is in a coma for nearly a year and a half before he is convinced to pull the plug. 

and now, the part of the frankie archer story that everyone knows, the serendipitous hollywood beginning. she’s just a charming, talented, grieving, all-american girl from brooklyn, heading off to juilliard in the fall. on her 18th birthday, the first one spent without her mother, she attends an open call for a role in an indie film called thursday mourning. she thinks it’ll be a fun way to spend the day, or at least distracting enough. and then she gets the fucking part. 

long story short, the film blows up. it’s shown at venice, winning the golden lion and a prize for frankie as the most promising young actor in the festival. it’s nominated for four oscars, including a best supporting actress nom for frankie. she doesn’t win, but it’s created a path for her to do whatever she wants, acting-wise. she does three more films in the next two years, gaining a reputation as an indie darling before realizing that indie films don’t make all that much money. 

and she needs money, because her father is drowning in hospital bills from yasmiin’s death that he can’t pay. that’s when the offer comes through from her agent: a starring role in an ensemble cast netflix show called the village. she’s planning on throwing the script away. she’s not interested in any television show, much less a teen drama. she’s a serious actress and she certainly doesn’t want to be the next veronica lodge, made fun of on the internet by strangers with discerning taste. but with a little coaxing from her agent, she reads the script, and the role is good, the writing strong. so she takes the village, even though she wants to do movies more, even though she might get memed into oblivion. one episode will halve her father’s debt. 

frankie was tapped for the village because while she’s definitely not as famous as some of her other castmates, nor does she have the hollywood background, she has consistently received acclaim for her performances. the producers think it will bring them some clout with the critics, and she has a sterling reputation as a hard worker on set.

so that’s the basic bio of frankie! now onto her personality >:-)

first of all, and most importantly, if you call her francesca you are DEAD.

frankie’s described by the media as a spitfire, and she definitely lives up to that description. she’s not particularly patient with interviews or paparazzi, she has a nasty mouth and an acerbic sense of humor, and to the general public she probably comes across as quite guarded and private about her life. she got into this business to be an actress, not a celebrity. 

nevertheless, if she wanted to be a celebrity, she could probably be a pretty beloved one. frankie has a very charismatic, charming way about her, that probably lets her get away with more in the public eye than she should. there’s just something about that hollywood story that makes people relate to her and root for her. 

the number one defining characteristic of frankie is her passion. she throws herself intensely into everything she does, feels emotions too vividly, fights for what she wants. she cares so much about everything. acting is her main passion, her forever love. it’s why she’s so good at what she does: she’s not the most talented, she doesn’t have the most training, but she feels so intensely. it also makes her very emotional (classic cancer!) if you’re close with her

also because of this passion, she’s probably the most competitive person you’ll ever meet in your entire life. she’s like, slightly insane about it? she wants to win everything, but she hates losing even more than she likes winning. she’s the type to throw a tiny tantrum if she loses a game of uno. 

frankie’s always been bold, likes to live life on the edge, but it became something much uglier after her mother’s death. she’s reckless to the nth degree: doing her own stunts, drinking and partying the night away. she’s not suicidal, but in some ways, it’s like she doesn’t have a huge regard for her own life. 

in her private life, frankie is pretty different. it’s not so much that her negative qualities disappear -- she still swears like a sailor and is less than patient. but rather, the flaws become less apparent when you get to know her. she’s sort of a goofy little marshmallow wearing a giant suit of spiky armor. 

one of the most loyal people you will ever meet, because she throws herself headlong into friendships and relationships. she’s sort of an all or nothing type gal, so if you befriend frankie expect it to be a very close relationship whether you like it or not. 

she is kind of the crazy friend? she’s baby? like she’s absolutely the person who’s encouraging everyone else to do dumb shit, and she’s always coming up with ridiculous ideas and pranks. side note give frankie a prank buddy on set!

she’s really quite witty. she absolutely loves twitter, which is basically the only glimpse the general public would get as to who frankie is in private. her twitter filled with her dumb jokes and random thoughts. in another life, she might have been a twitter comic.

she is a hopeless romantic, which she will never admit to anyone in the world unless it’s layered under 100 miles of sarcasm. the only relationship she’s really ever known is her parents’ relationship, and they were madly in love til the bitter end. she desperately wants something like that, but hasn’t quite found it. she’s been in exactly one pr relationship, but nothing particularly real or long-lasting.

she loves fashion. her mother taught her to sew and she sketches and makes some of her own clothes. her absolute dream is to collab with a designer on a fashion line: some of her favorite labels are marc jacobs, jean paul-gaultier, sies marjan, and moschino! she’s also had a lot of positive press for her red carpet looks. 

she has a dog, who she loves more than anything! his name is duke, he’s a staffie rescue, and she brings him on set frequently. she’s lobbying to get him cast as someone’s dog. 

she’s playing skylar ellis on the village, and because this is literally so long you can find some info about skylar at these links: statistics, muse posts, social media. i haven’t finished writing her entire bio yet but here’s the rundown: skylar appears to everyone like the pretty princess who has everything she could ever want. her parents are rich, she’s beautiful and smart, and she has a perfect relationship with phillip. but on the inside, she’s drowning. her dad wants her to take over the family company but she wants to be a writer, and the worst part is that she’s good at writing and horrible at business! she’s always been content to go with the flow (aka, what her parents want) because things are good in her life, but after her encounter with james over the summer, she’s realizing that she is completely trapped in a life she doesn’t want in the least. now she’s a conflicted mess of emotion trying to figure out what to do. 

#click on her name for a fun lil surprise ;) #this is SO LONG i'm sorry

[dontsendmebacktojail]

scrunklies supporting scrunklies

anyways info dump time

below the keep reading bar or whatever its called, is a transcript from me explaining the au to my friend

transcript from conversation between me and a friend:

(also disclaimer this was rlly late at night and i talk funny lol)

me: ok so most of this follows along my playthrough of the game and canon events

carls gets ripped out of his universe and thrown into a dimensional portal, hes falling in this void and confused af then full on god pulls up, gives him a phone, and tells him to "seek all pokemon" or stuff

carls is like wtf no thats great i love pokemon but no i have a home and friends and family i dont wanna endanger my loved ones just for a fun adventure

anyways carls lands on this beach, confused and delirious

professor laventon, the classic professor in every pokemon game, finds carl while chasing 3 pokemon (the starters) and yeah hes passed out on the beach

he wakes carl up and is like shit you good and carls like yeah and hes like wow a full grown man on prelude beach uh ok

so then hes like uh can you help me catch these pokemon? carls like uh sure ig (he would be ecstatic normally but unfortunately hes dissociating hard at that moment cus lmaooo where am i)

carl catches them and laventons like "woah youre good" and carls like uh thanks and hes like let me take you back to the village so we do

he tries to convince the survery corps to let carl stay but captain cylene ir however you spell her name is like no lol, leave but akari (the rival but not rrlly since carls an adult and shes a teen) is like maybe we can test him and have him join the survey corps since hes good! and shes like ok fine but if he fails hes kicked out lol

THIS HAPPENS CANONICALLY, THEY TRY TO KICK YOU OUT IN THE GAME

THEY SAY LEAVE HIM TO DIE AND STUFF LMAOOO

anyways carls like oh god im gonna starve in the wilderness or get eaten by a pokemon so when he gets sent for the quest hes like hardcore focused, catch the pokemon and return and theyre like woah didnt expect you to do that and carls like phew and they let him stay under the condition he fills out the pokedex for them and work full time while still covering for his own meals and clothes

carls like crap i have no money, so he dives into pokedex completion since they give you rewards and just catch and study a fuckton of pokemon

things settle down now that he has a house, a few pairs of clothes, and some recipes to make food, then boom the "guardian" of the land were in gets hit by lightning and goes all agro

and its dangerous to the survey corps say fuck it send carls we dont trust him and hes like fuck you guys but if i wanna get home i gotta keep going (cus if he fills out the pokedex he might see arceus again and get it to send him home)

so he heads out, lian is like "my noble is way cool so be careful" and carls like you’re  literally a child lol, also i might be getting the names wrong lol

so they give him these pouches to throw his fav foods at him to calm him down?? carl is like how tf is that gonna work so he just gos in do it a lil bit then fight him. apparently carl buffed out his pokemon too much via all my research so he defeat him easily and theyre like yaya hes normal now youre so cool and carls like awww shucks thanks

this is also where carls start meeting the pearl clan, including their leader and they click and are like yeah lets fight and they do and are like ok ure cool lol

(once again this is all alongside my playthrough and also how the game goes lololol)

I LITERALLY ONESHOTTED THE NOBLE IT WAS SO FUNNY HE WAS LIKE LVL 20 WHEN I WAS 40 AND I WAS LIKE OOPS MAYBE I SPENT TOO MUCH TIME CATCHING POKEMON

anyways carl goes back to jubilife village and theyre like good job but go back to work and carl is like dang

then later ANOTHER NOBLE IN ANOTHER LAND (the crimson mirelands or whateve) GETS HIT BY LIGHTNING AND GOES AGRO AND THEYRE LIKE well carls did it last time and didnt die (WHICH THEY WERE SURPRISED I SURVIVED IN GAME LMAOO) lets send him and they do

Carl gets sidetracked and catch and studies all the new pokemon in the area then remembers oh crap im here to calm lilligant so then he heads up and the lady like poisoned another noble and carls like tf so he finds her and she has a twisted ankle and is like im so sorry it was an accident and carl is like uh then the warden for the other noble comes up annd is like its okay and carls like huh anyways they cool now

carl is like ok well imma go calm this noble so they make me food packets again and he fights them and gets hurt a bit since the battles harder but he still wins and everyones like youre cool even some of the survery corps

then the pearl clan leader comes to him and is like hey this noble died and now his son is too sad to become the new noble i need you to go get them to do it and carls like i dont wanna but i wanna go jome and also youre my friend so okay

he heads up and see the warden for the noble son and shes like hes depressed im not going to force him into that and carls is like dayum true i respect that so he leaves her alone but not before these bandits show up and kidnap the noble sons friend and we have to go stop them

noble son gets mad and evolves becoming the noble and everyones like woah and it goes great and they defeat the bandits untillll he gets hit by lightning and goes agro so they run

they make me food pouches to throw and carls is like look cool same deal but now im doing it on a volcanno tf

anyways he fights him and almost falls in a few times but his pokemon are baddies and save him and we they and like yassss

after that carl takes a break and studies up on the pokemon in the area and also hang out with his pokemon because u guys saved me ily lets eat snacks

and thennn after studying all the pokemon in that area and even catchhingn some shinies he goes out to eat with laventon and akari and they get potato mochi (this is in game) and then they go to bed and some guy knocks of carls door huh?

he opens the door and its this weirdass guy (ingo lol) and hes like commander kamado is calling for you in his office and carls is like ure not wearing a uniform why are you delivering the message but he ends up not saying anything and just heading over

carl gets in the office and theyre like lol another noble is agro and hes like fuck and theyre like yeah its an electric type too and hes like double fuck since he already have bad muscle spasms on his own this isnt good

they also go "uh yeah and this guy ingo is gonna guide you" and carls like tf ive done all of this traveling so far on my own why do i suddenyly need help and theyre like cus theres caves and mountains lol and carls like fuck you i skyrim horsed my way through those mountaisn on the other places i can do these

friend : "dw carls it's a hot old guy"

me: LITERALLYYY

so carls is like ugh and head out and ingo is all polite and like lets depart fir travel and carls like ok but im running away from you soon as i can to go catch pokemon

friend : mean carls /j

me: which he does but ingo outsmarts carl and stays in front of some of the caves you need to pass thru and carl runs into him and ingp’s like so lovely to see you again! and carls is like fuck you you planned this

this game made me so happy and equally mad, but also au me/carls is probably very mad since yknow i no longer have modern technology, AIR CONDITIONING, my friends or mom or sibling, MY STUFFED ANIMALS, etc im sad af

friend, in reply to 'which i do but--' : .... that's kinda hot ngl /hj

friend : my type is pathetic sad man who is secretly skilled n stuff so

me: carl walks with ingo thru caves and he guides carl and carls like ugh but then ingo kinda is vulnerable and opens up to someone in his past he missed but doesnt remember (canon stuff that happens saying this cus it might seem weird why it fits so well BUT THIS HAPPENS IN GAME) and carls like damn maybe i need to be nicer so carls comforts him and oh no the floodgates open hes now following me everywhere like a lost dog so carl is like fuck

me, in reply to "my type is--" : HES SAD MAN WHO IS SKILLED AND SMART I LOVE HIM

friend: carls: *speaks once* ingo: omg are we friends

me: anyways he challenges carl to a battle and carls like fine and win and now HE DOESNT JUST SEE CARL AS A NEW FRIEND BUT NOW LOOKS UP TO HIM BECAUSE HE FIGHT SO WELL?? carls like oh god this sucks

me in reply to carls *speaks once* : literally

me: nice to him once then boom

anyways they get to the new noble and i sucked at that fight and like died twice in game but in the au carls survives he just get rlly hurt, ingo is like oh no carls!! while the noble warden (i dont remember his name but hes mean i dont like him but also a baddie so its confusing) is like lol my wardens so cool and ingo dislikes him in game so ofc this fuels him to dislike him more and ingo helps carl back to camp and now hes got protective mode on too

carl takes a break after that and starts studying again, which goes great wooo!!! he keeps bumping into ingo tho and hes like "oh hey carls!!!" and carls like dont pretend dude i know you were looking for me

friend : lost dog lmaoo

me: anyways carl finally lets up cause i cant escape him he shows up everywhere and he starts hanging out with him and he becomes a friend kinda but begrudgingly

me, in reply to lost dog lmaoo: so true

me: last noble, AVALUGG!!! gets hit by lightning and hes rumored to be big as a mountain (he is, it was scary) and carls is like lmao not true (little did he know) and heads to the snow place

ingo follows ofc and is like let me accompany you!! and carls is like ugh

carl studies some of the pokemon in the area and get insulted by a buff man for some reason??? ingo is like >:(( carls is very cool and nice dont be mean to him! and carls is just like dude i tried to punch you once thats so not true

anyways carl eventually goes to fight avalugg, and this guy is huge, i died so many times while playin i think? i dont remember

so in au carl gets up there, almost shits his pants lol, and tries to run like "hell no ill study the non noble agro ones and just get arceus to give me a pity card i cant do this"

but he gets impaled (i love impaled, ideal way to die tbh/srs) and the warden is like OH SHIT HES ABT TO DIE??? and saves me and carls like abt to die so pearl clan leader and diamond clan leader and that other warden all come up since theyre nearby and are like dude he cant die we like him!!

friend, in reply to 'but i get impaled': (I'm a "Lisa garland death" enjoyer, sowwy/srs)

me: they patch carl back up and hes like ouch, and they let him stay in the pearl settlement there to recover. ingo hears about this and is like WTF WTF WTF and runs up there to like see carl, this man abt to kill avalug fr fr

friend: ingo, protecc

me: he busts in and is like why did no one tell me and he naturally looks mad af the time so WHEN HE IS MAD anyways everyone shits their pants and points out the cabin carls staying in

friend: leaving a mangled and unrecognizable corpse is the way to go tho

me: he goes to get in but lo and behold a pokemon (mine, specifically Poe) pops up and is first like grrr stay away im not losing carls again bark bark but then sees its ingo and just oh hi ingo come in (he doesnt say anything hes a pokemon lol)

ingo comes in and sees Bayonet (my blissey) attending the wounds, like shes the main reason carls not dead, the second he got impaled she jumped out of her pokeball and healed him enough to give him a few more minutes of life as the guy came and saved him 

rainbowdash (my rapidash) is keeping him warm by laying next to him and and and

friend: *chad face emote* oh hi ingo

me: Vessa (my spiritomb) is still in her pokeball since shes literally a dead kid shes sad and scared

Tayo (my gengar) is trying to cheer up vessa lol

anddd bobby is just chillin outside also as a guard, since he doesnt feel a lot of emotions lol hes a legendary hes olddd

anways lets move on past self indulgent pokemon reactions

friend: *sad james silent hill emote*

me: ingo comes in and is like oh carls you poor thing (not) he doesnt react like that jk lol he actually handles the comforting well and takes it seriously lmao

he asks if carls eaten and carls like my pokemon tried their best to make food but all Poe catches is fish and bayonet uncooked eggs, rapidash flatout burnt grass, bobby doesnt eat, tayo stole food which i wont eat i feel bad, and vessa hasnt left her pokeball

ingo is like oh no poor vessa!! and offers to take her out battling later to try and cheer her up and carls like thanks but he doesnt leave yet and makes carl food and sits witth him

friend: *black and white bob incredibles meme emote*

me: this is after ingo and carls had that heart to heart after he broke his rib btw i accidentally skipped that part

anyways carls heals and ingo has a big fight with cylene abt carls doing all this work alone, like yeah hes capable but hes getting injured rlly bad he almost died!! help him!! or let him have a break

carls heals enough and ingo basically has him on house arrest but eventually carls sneaks out and ingo finds him and they argue because carls i worru for you! - well what if i dont want your worry!

then ingo is like why do you force yourself to do all these things you dont want to do and carls is like i want to get you and me home, i dont care what it takes i just wanna go home, and i wanna have you happy too and let you see your loved ones again as well. they cry and hug and now theyre besties (JUST ACKNOWLEDGE THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM GUYS)

anyways carls goes out to fight avalugg again but ingo is on the sidelines with his pokemon ready to help but carl survives and wins and they hug again and he was like i was so worried and carl was like me too but im okay i survived and hes like i know it still was scary tho

friend, in reply to 'this is after ingo and carls': (spammed smiling blushing pepe and chad face emote)

me: anyways carl heads back to village and commander komado is all like "i dont trust you" and carls like huh???

YOU WERE THERE WAIT

yeah carl gets kicked out of the village

i dont need to explain you know how it goes

carls all alone and neither clan will take him in so carl heads to the secret resort thing with volo

friend, in reply to 'then ingo is like why': and they were roommates

me: while this happens ingo hears about it and gets in a big argument with pearl clan leader, and storms off to fight komado but theyre like dont do that youre gonna start a war and ingo is like aaaaaa so then he just heads out to search for carls tirelessly

me, in reply to 'and they were roommates': so true

me: anyways carl starts his adventure heading up the the big time distortion that now plagues everywhere covering the whole sky, and hes like 'i miss ingo but he probably blames me too, i miss everyone, I MISS MY MOM' and ugly cry but keep going lol

ingo hears about carl heading up to the mountains peak to the time distortion and commander komado planning on fighting carl back and hes like hell no!! and heads over

hes too late tho and gets there when the fight is already happening

brb class change

-time passes-

me: ok back

had to comfort a friend

Carl fights big bad wooo, but then 2nd big bad comes and everyone runs but (in game) carl dont (in game eventually commander komado grabs you and takes you back but i dont like him that much so ingo switch) but ingo comes up and grabs him and drags carl away

we get back to camp and brainstorm how to do this, ingo is glued to carls side again that he found him again (before they brainstormed they ended up hugging for a while, THEY ROCKED BACK AND FORTH SLOWLY AND EVERYTHING FULL ON HURT COMFORT) and volo like says lets make a 2nd red chain and everyones like how and he explains

friend: bro just kiss already smh /j

me: so carl, volo, ingo, and some others head out to catch the other legendaries

like the left over ones

once they get the 2nd red chain they head back up and OH NO ITS TIME TO REF THE GOOGLE DOC ingo is like let me come!! and carls is like no but he survives yayayayya

the space time distortion is gone and everyones chill now but carls is just like, processing everything like wow im alive so he gets a vacation and ingo barges in and like NO OUR VACATION, gotta make sure this man eats!!!

so carl stays with him and they like just do relaxing, like board games or going fishing or just sitting around as like carl processes everything thats happened

ref to google doc again, the floodgates open one night and they cry and hug and confess

friend: and then they smooch! (pepe pog emote)

me: YEAH

friend: SMOOOOOOOOCH good for them gay af

me: after that carls continues his survey work, ingo continues his warden work, but not the times they schedule to hang out are OFFICIALLY DATES and and and they stay over at each others houses when visiting and and and

also when carls finishes the pokedex and theres the celebration, ingo and carls smooch at the ceebration and everyone is like WOAH

also later arceus is all like lets battle but i havent finished writing this part since ive only beaten the game a day or two ago

anyways carls and ingo otp fr fr

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[azucanela]

pls some headcanons for Bakugou, Shinsou and Shoto when the reader kisses them infront of everyone. Thank you :)

KISSING THEM IN FRONT OF EVERYONE

FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI, SHINSOU HITSOHI TODOROKI SHOUTO

SUMMARY: in which you and the boys kiss in public, and now everyone is screaming. oh no.

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNING: season three spoliers, insecurities, arguments,

A/N: i wanted to do scenarios bc this was too good ugh thank YOU for requesting this 

BAKUGO KATSUKI

lol so HAVE FUN WITH THIS ONE

you two are already dating but you keep it on the down low because its Katsuki and he’s like ew people knowing i have feelings other than anger? ew ew ew

you’re fine with it, but if he thinks its bothering you he’ll talk to you about it and smother you with affection, but he’ll act like its nothing

wants to rub it in his faces that you are his girlfriend, yes, but also he doesn’t want the teasing that comes with it. he knows for a fact that all his friends would bully him because he is SOFT FOR YOUUU and he’s also just a generally private person

you respect this and like it’s fine woo yeah okay it’s nice being the only one that sees the side of him that’s all soft and cute and affectionate

i can’t really see the two of you slipping up unless it’s influenced by a lot of emotions

where do these emotions come from? you might ask

his kidnapping.

you were a mess, but it was lowkey, real lowkey. and unlike the others you do not support trying to save katsuki on their own, trusting the heroes to do their job is the way to go.

so you don’t go with them. the next time you see your lovely boyfriend is when he’s giving kirishima money

so naturally, consumed by all the fear and panic you felt while he was gone, you kiss him!

and he kisses you back and its really soft and oh-

what a shame the whOLE CLASS IS THERE 

everyone is really confused, but they’re happy because they think that the two of you finally addressed the clear tension between the two of you, all it took was a lil kidnapping

except then you pull apart, completely disregarding them, your hands on his face, “baby are you okay?”

you don’t call someone you haven’t kissed before baby

then it clicks for the rest of the class

SCREAMS.

so much yelling

oh god have fun with that one

the bakusquad is yelling at him for not telling him, the dekusquad is scolding you for not telling them, there’s just a lot of questionable things

katsuki will get SO FLUSTERED because this is not what we wanted

at least the attention was off of his kidnapping now

maybe that was your goal idk 👀

Katsuki really wished everyone would shut up about his kidnapping, it wasn’t something he wanted to think about right now, or ever if he was honest. So much had happened in the past few days and he was still struggling to process all of it, and the disgustingly warm welcome he’d received to the dorms wasn’t helping. It was gross. 

He’d shoved cash into Kirishima’s hand, rolling his eyes when he began to panic at the possibility that he’d taken it from Denki, shutting down the idea almost immediately.

And then he saw her.

Y/N was shoving past everyone and heading to him, and he couldn’t help the relief he felt when he saw her. Katsuki was grateful she hadn’t been involved in the little escape plan Deku had hatched out, but seeing her made him feel calmer than even as she practically tackled him, hands coming to his cheeks as she brought him into a kiss.

Their lips molded together perfectly, his hands coming to her sides and holding her like he’d never let go as her hands gripped his face rather harshly. It would have been the perfect moment, had the rest of his class not been there. 

Y/N seemed to disregard this as she pulled apart, eyes darting across his figure as his brows furrowed at her clear distress. “Calm down, idiot.” His cheeks are turning red as he realizes that everyone is staring, but he can’t help but focus his attention on her as he feels a wave of relaxation wash over him as she begins to run her hands all over him in search of injuries.

“Oh, I’m sorry, for caring about your wellbeing.” She grumbled, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso when her hands left his face. “Baby, you scared me.” His arms wrapped around her shoulders securely, as he rolled his eyes, though Katsuki wouldn’t deny he was appreciating all the attention she was giving him, he was beginning to feel embarrassed as he allowed her to hold onto him.

As if the kiss hadn’t been enough to astonish the rest of their class, the pet name simply amplified their shocked as they all cried out, “baby?” Kirishima had exchanged looks with Mina, who looked equally confused before returning their gaze to Katsuki, a look of betrayal evident on both their faces.

Stupid barbarians. “SHUT UP EXTRAS!” Katsuki exclaimed, holding Y/N tighter to his chest as his cheeks flushed red, he could hear her laugh against his chest. “Can’t a guy hug his girlfriend in peace.” 

“GIRLFRIEND?”

He was grateful for the subject change, though he didn’t appreciate the fact that his relationship had been exposed, until he looked back to Y/N, who beamed at him. 

If she was happy then it was fine he supposed. 

SHINSOU HITOSHI

welp

this one will probably have the funniest reaction

like

you did not just kiss him, in front of all these people, was that a joke?

i think he’s the only one you wouldn’t already be in a relationship with, purely because this is just 10x funnier

so ever since the two of you first started hanging, there have been people criticizing you for befriending him at all, because of his quirk, they just cannot believe that the Y/N L/N is hanging out with Shinsou Hitoshi

but also, ever since the two of you started hanging out, the bullying has lessened immensely, most because you threatened everyone it was really subtle, but they got the message

nobody screws with Y/N L/N

anyways, you two are probably hanging out again, and it’s been a while since you got one of those comments, which is the main reason this one sets you off.

“quit hanging out with that freak L/N, he’s gonna ruin your chances at becoming a pro.” 

shinsou was used to this, and your violent reactions, so he immediately brought a hand to your arm to ensure you didn’t commit a murder, shaking his head at you

you turn back to him, and you’re lowkey glaring at him before turning your piercing eyes back to the other guys

and without breaking eye contact with them, you grab Shinsou’s face, earning stares from everywhere in the cafeteria, and then kiss him

shinsou is shocked

shinsou.exe

you killed him.

he did not anticipate this um, you kinda caught him by surprise with this one, he genuinely did not think it was possible for you to feel this way for him

when you pull away, the kiss is almost like magic

you don’t mess with Y/N’s friends, much less their boyfriend

When Y/N beams up at Shinsou, he can’t help the way his heart skips a beat. It’s ridiculous, he knows this, and he hates that he can’t prevent it. Shinsou is no fool, he knows Y/N L/N, a UA student that could potentially be a member of the Top Ten heroes in the future, would never like him. He wouldn’t be shocked if she befriended him entirely out of pity, given how students used to treat him prior to their unlikely friendship. She’d weaseled her way into his life, despite his attempts to avoid her, ignore her, and even tell her off, she’d stuck around. 

And yes, Shinsou had made the mistake of liking her. On days like this, he’d entertain the possibility that Y/N liked him back, because sometimes she hugged him for longer than average friends did, or maybe she’d press a kiss to his cheek, or even hold his hands.

That was probably just something best friends did.

“Hitoshi! Don’t you know what this means?” She exclaimed, hands finding their way onto his shoulders in the middle of the cafeteria.

Yes, she used his first name.

Shinsou rolled his eyes, trying to keep himself from getting flustered purely because her hands were on him, “Y/N it’s not a big deal, and besides-”

“We’re going to be in the same class!” Her hands move from his shoulders to around them as she pulls him into a hug, “I’m so proud of you.”

He’s shocked that she’s saying these things, and its clear she has more confidence in him than he does. Aizawa had offered him daily training to get him onto the same level as the other Class 1-A students, and he’d be joining them the next semester, assuming everything went well. “It’s no guarantee.” He mumbles, wrapping his arms around her torso.

Shinsou felt Y/N swat his back as she pulled away slightly, much to his dismay, “you’re so talented! Of course, he’s gonna let you in.” 

She sounded so sure, and Shinsou felt his heart swell with pride. 

He moves to speak, only to be interrupted by a passerby, “L/N. Come on, quit hanging out with that freak.” Y/N recognized him, James, he’d bothered Shinsou before, and he’d tried to get Y/N to stop hanging out with Shinsou and been unsuccessful. “He’s just gonna ruin your chances at becoming a pro.”

Y/N pulls away slightly from Shinsou, her brows are furrowed as she moves to confront him, only for Shinsou to grab her arm, shaking his head. “Don’t.”

Turning to glare at the guy, Y/N scoffed, “is this because I rejected you?” 

“He asked you out?” Shinsou asked, but Y/N gave him a look that said they’d discuss it later. She could remember the day vividly, he’d asked shortly after she returned from hanging out with Shinsou, telling her she could do so much better, and so much better meant him. 

She disagreed. And now Y/N couldn’t help but feel bothered as their argument begins to draw attention from others within the cafeteria, she can see in the corner of her eye that Izuku has come to a stand. Though Iida is grasping his shoulder to try and prevent him from doing anything irrational, they all knew Y/N could stand on her own. 

James scoffed at her words, “you probably rejected me because he made you.” The implications were dark, the idea that Shinsou had forced Y/N to befriend him and reject James, though he’d never used his quirk on her and swore he never would. 

Shinsou found himself releasing Y/N’s arm, taking a step backwards as he sighed, only for her to grab his hand and yank him closer before taking his face in her hands and kissing him.

She was kissing him.

Oh.

Shinsou’s mind empties as Y/N pulls away, turning back to James as she says, “my boyfriend doesn’t need to make me do anything.” And the boy practically stomps off in frustration, grumbling about Shinsou’s stupid quirk or something of that sort. Not that either of them are paying attention as Y/n brings a hand to the back of her neck awkwardly, searching her mind for an explanation.

“Boyfriend?” His voice is soft, small, and he knows there are other people in the cafeteria but he can’t bring himself to care about their stares. 

Y/N turns to him, and she feels her cheeks warm as she tries to avoid his eyes, “well. Only if you want to-”

“I want to.” Shinsou replies too quickly, his cheeks flushing.

Y/N nods, “cool.” 

“Cool.” 

Izuku can’t help but beam as he watches the interaction, hitting Iida’s arm repetitvely as as he exclaims, “does this mean I’ll be able to study his quirk more?”

Tsu just sighs, “this means we don’t have to listen to her pining anymore.” 

TODOROKI SHOUTO

THIS ONE

probably the most relaxed about it, not flustered at all, you tried thoughh

your relationship isn’t really a secret, it’s just that neither of you are that into PDA. 

there will be occasional cuddling on the common room couch of the dorms during movie night, but that’s seen as normal to the rest of Class 1-A. during dates, there will be hand holding, a kiss on the cheek, an arm around the shoulder, otherwise most of the intimacy is reserved for your rooms

this lack of PDA is why class 1-A was completely unaware that the two of you were dating, 

though you hadn’t tried to hide it, you also hadn’t made it entirely public, you also lowkey thought everyone knew.

mostly because it was so blatantly obvious that shoto was in love with you, but the entire class thought he was unaware of his own feelings and you were just oblivious 

oh how wrong they were

you come into class one day and you see shoto and you’re just like lol hi babe and you kiss him, he kisses back, LIKE IT IS THE MOST NORMAL THING

he’s temporarily caught off guard because like i said you two don’t really do PDA, but he digs it, 10/10 would kiss you again in front of everyone, mostly because after all of the CHAOS that this kiss causes, the other boys in the class stop blatantly flirting with you

speaking of chaos

the class erupts into PURE CHAOS

so much yelling and screaming, they are so confused, have fun explaining that one

shoto is equally confused as to why they are confused and you’re just laughing because you knew this would mess with their heads. he ends up getting a little flustered by all the sudden attention the two of you are getting, but maintains his apathetic attitude.

Shoto places his bag beside his desk before pulling his things out one by one to place them onto the desk along with the small cup of coffee. Shoto wasn’t really the coffee type himself, he preferred tea, Y/N on the other hand had an obsession if he was honest. Of course, he enabled this obsession, he liked being the one to bring a smile onto her face. 

Yeah, he was whipped.

He could tell when Y/N entered the room because the atmosphere seemed to change entirely, she seemed to brighten everyone’s mood despite how early it was. Greeting their other classmates, she began to move towards him, seeing that he was holding a cup of coffee, Y/N raised a brow. “You drink coffee now?” She asked as she placed her things down. 

Shaking his head, Shoto extended the hand with the cup of coffee towards him, “it’s for you.” He explained, small smile on his face.

The rest of their classmates watched the interaction, Kirishima punching Kaminari’s arm as he exclaimed, “so manly!”

Bakugou scoffed from beside the both of them, “if he was really manly then maybe he’d actually ask her out.” Crossing his arms, he averts his eyes from the two, finding the class’s obsession with their relationship a tad ridiculous. Though everyone seemed to be at least slightly invested in the potential outcome at this point. 

“Whatever, Bakugo.” Mina says, “L/N has the prettiest boy in class wrapped around her finger- ugh! I want someone to love me like that.” She places her head in her hand, brows furrowing as she stares at the two. Y/N is smiling widely at Shoto, who returns her smile with one of his own. 

And then Y/N kisses him. As though this is an everyday thing. 

Mina practically jumps out her seat, and though Bakugo would never admit it, his mouth gaped open in shock as she cried out, “did you two just kiss?!”

Shoto’s cheeks are red as they pull away, though his face remains apathetic as he looks to the ground and Y/N replies, “can I not kiss my boyfriend?” She tilts her head in confusion, laughing slightly at the outburst and the clear shock in everyone’s faces. 

“Boyfriend?” Hagaruke cried out. “Why didn’t you tell us?!”

Y/N’s brows furrows as she looks to the rest of the astonished class, “did you guys seriously not know? I thought we were obvious, I literally call him by his first name-”

“We thought that was because you two were madly in love with each other but neither could confess!” Momo exclaimed suddenly, her cheeks flaming red at her outburst as she slaps a hand over her mouth.

Mina simply nods in agreement, “exactly! But now he’s buying you coffee and-”

Shoto shakes his head in confusion, “I often buy her coffee, normally she finishes it before we get to class.” He looks to Y/N, a small frown on her face, “today she woke up too late for me to walk her to school so I couldn’t give it to her then-”

“You’re so manly, Todoroki!” Kirishima exclaims, though Shoto simply looks at him in confusion as he removes his hand from Y/N’s waist. 

Shrugging, he takes a seat at his desk and Y/N speaks once more, “I just don’t understand how you guys didn’t know.” Standing beside him as he organizes his things while seated, Y/N runs a hand through his hair, and Shoto’s cheeks seemed to redden once more.

“You guys aren’t normally so touchy!” Uraraka has joined the conversation, shock clear in her features. 

Shoto nods in agreement,  “your behavior today is abnormal, Y/N.”

Now Y/N can feel her cheeks warm as she removes her hand and takes a seat t her desk, “you guys are weird.”

Izuku simply sighs, deflating almost as he watches the interaction and leans over towards Iida, “now I owe Kacchan money.” 

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[anyoneseenadam]

Hello, can I please request NSFW Azriel x reader drabble? They are mates and Azriel is bored during some unimportant political meeting so he sends dirty imagines and ideas to her through their bond along with his shadows which make her feel like if he is really touching her... (English is not my first language so I hope this makes sense)

pairing: azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: NSFW, dirty talk, descriptions of sex, men (sksksk couldn’t help myself) blood kink cause it’s az and Rhys being a lil shit :)

a/n: thank you for requesting! i hope you like this <3 I tried not to get carried away and turn it into a 25 part series (this time)

(also i didn’t know if people wanted to be tagged in this that wanted to be tagged in home so i didn’t but if u do just lemme know :))

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You were sat at a round table, staring at the grooves in the wood as the Illyrian generals around you droned on about treaties and training. Rhysand had begun forcing you to come along to the meetings held twice a decade where the Illyrian generals from each camp would gather and share ideas, or mainly try bully other camps into dropping new protocols such as training females. Your head whipped up when your name was called, and you mentally thanked yourself for remaining at least partially present, beginning to talk through your plan to modernise areas of the camps, and actively ignoring the scoffs from men who didn’t believe you should be talking.

You felt a tug on your mating bond with Azriel and let your eyes momentarily catch his. He looked pristine as always, not a hair out of place and back perfectly straight, hands always within reach of a weapon. Your bond had clicked just over a year ago when an old friend Mor had sought you out, needing your knowledge on the ancient creatures you had been studying. You had asked for all the information they had and begun filling them in on your knowledge of a certain species big cat that you believed had been terrorising the Illyrian camps when Azriel and Cassian had stood, arming up to take on the beast when you had widely protested. “You can’t kill them please! They’re so rare and already going endangered, I’ll come with you I have been studying them I believe I could calm them down!” They had all be wary of your plea but allowed you to come along, following closely in case you were wrong. But as you had told them you were never wrong and soon found the cub the cats had been looking for, and returning it to the animals, smiling as they scampered off, Cassian laughing in disbelief besides you and Azriel on your other side, gazing at you in awe. You were about to offer an “I told you so.” as you turned to face the males when the air was stolen from your lungs, staring at Azriel as the bond clicked into place.

As you continued talking you sent a tug back, moving to look directly at your high lady as protests called out at your so-called radical ideas, and she quickly jumped to defend you as they outlined more and more plans that you had no interest in. You shivered as you felt two of Azriel’s shadows rest against your arms, one moving up to curl around your neck like a sleeping cat and looked at him again as he spoke through your bond.

I’m bored.

That surprises me. You replied, fighting a grin at his pout.

You want to know what I’m thinking about? He asked, face completely calm, asides from his eyes, which were sparkling with mischief and something darker.

Do enlighten me.

Bending you over this table and fucking you until all these men know who you belong to. You choked on your saliva at his crude statement and felt your cheeks heat up. But you’d love that wouldn’t you sweetheart, you’d be begging for me the whole time not even caring who saw you, so cock hungry. You’d let me stake my claim, let me make them watch as I take you apart. They’d never get to flirt with you again.

You glared at him, but it was half hearted as you felt a shadow trail up your leg in a shape all too familiar to that of your lovers’ hands. Azriel I need…

Already begging me darling, we still have an hour left. You glanced at the clock and almost cried out when you saw he was telling the truth, and then again when his shadows trailed over the damp patch that was forming on your panties. Then he was sending you images. They started innocently enough, the dress shirt that was just slightly too tight on him, his hands unsheathing truth-teller, but they soon changed. The image of him fucking you from behind in front of the full-length mirror in your room, blood trailing from the bite in your neck that he had given you animalistically, he had caught your gaze in the mirror and held it as he leaned down, licking your wound clean, his hips meeting yours roughly, the only sounds filling them room was the harmony of your moans and the lewd sounds of your copious wetness.

You were pulled back to reality when Feyre said your name and you clenched your hands in your lap as Azriel’s shadows seemed to reach under your flimsy panties. The ones you had pulled on without thought as you and Azriel raced to not be late for this exact meeting as a result of your morning filled with lazy kisses and slow thrusts. You shot Feyre a pained look as she repeated the question, Rhys stifling a laugh beside her, she smacked his leg as you blushed trying to answer her as best you could.  You were cut off halfway through but couldn’t feel any resentment as the shadows caressed you.

Good girl, Azriel smiled, if you remain quiet I’ll maybe reward you when we get home.

Azriel I don’t think I can…

You can and you will. Was all he said before sending you more images, the sight of yourself spread beneath him on your bed, glowing from an intense orgasm just to face another. The memory of the time Azriel had taken you so hard and for so long you had passed out, and woken up to an extremely stressed mate, although he left out that part. Or memories of when you had hidden beneath his desk, struggling to fit his cock in your mouth and slurping around him as you tried to bring him to completion, one hand tangled in your head, thrusting in and out of your wet cavern, the other gripping his desk so tight, his knuckles were white as snow. By the time he hour was up you had soaked through your panties and were resting your chin on the palm of your hand as you tried to hold in sounds, a task that became nearly impossible as he continued to send you dirty images and words, his shadows exploring your deepest parts. When the meeting concluded Azriel was at you side in an instant, an arm coming securely around your waist as his mouth dipped to whisper in your ear.

“Good girl,” was all he said, leading you through the room, beelining for the door, only to be interrupted by Rhys, who had a shit eating grin on his face and Feyre who almost, almost looked apologetic.

“You guys coming to ours? It’s almost time for dinner and I’m sure everyone will be there.” Rhysand asked, grinning when you glared at him. He knew exactly what Azriel had been doing, having done it himself to Feyre on many occasions.

“I’m afraid the missus isn’t feeling well,” Azriel replied smoothly, and you send him a tug of appreciation.

“That’s too bad, well have a fun night.” Rhysand replied with a wink, making Az’s hand tighten on your hip as he winnowed the two of you to your home. When you were inside your room he pushed you against the wall, smiling wickedly as he ran his nose along the soft column of your throat, his lips trailing kisses up to your ear as he whispered, “I don’t think I’m done playing with you yet.”

You whined at his words as he stripped you slowly, before pressing you down on the bed a hand firmly pressed against your throat. “You’ve lasted so long, but I want to see how long that patience will last,” he grinned, and you felt a wave of anxiety pass over you, “No cumming until I say so.”

You were in for a long night.

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