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postersofleon · 5 months

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leon kennedy x fem!reader x luis serra

notes: i am convinced they are one of the best people to have a threesome, small intro with smut immediately following. minors dni. not prove read.

the idiot duo that leon had to deal with wasn't fun like they wanted to claim. luis and his partner (not romantic like they always claim) aren't annoying him, but what bothers him is that they have each other despite the horrible circumstances. in leon's first forced adventure, he was stuck with ada, and originally, he was stuck protecting ashley until they took her away. now, he had dumb and dumber. luis had the worst chaotic thoughts of making all the infected people round up and throw dynamite in the middle of them. while his friend was smacking them with a crowbar. sometimes, they share their ideas and survive in the worst situations.

leon was in awe in parts of they survived. luis said it was secret while his partner mostly dodged the question from leon.

but in parts, leon had to give credit where it was due. they knew how to survive despite their dumb ideas. every time leon or luis would get hurt, she got immediately patched the boys up. leon would mutter a thanks, and luis would kiss her in the cheek. every time, leon or she needed extra bullets, luis would throw it them and they would thank him.

leon was growing used to their way of being. leon isn't exactly perfect to judge when he adapted pretty quickly to them. leon is pretty sure that these were the type of people who he would've been friends in college.

but he didn't exactly see himself getting a blow by luis as he flicked his tongue on her folds. leon's hands were holding her thighs open. she was whimpering softly as she moaned weakly leon's name. his mind was rotted. leon hadn't been able to properly fuck around since he was in military training. he would give himself a quick hand job and back to work he went.

leon felt luis' tongue drag on his length. leon didn't mean to tremble so much, but his hips moved a bit on luis's mouth. luis pulled away, "vamos, sancho," luis scolded leon, "can't forget about la señorita." leon looked weakly at luis's partner, her pretty cunt was covered by his spit and her wetness.

her thighs were trembling, but her breathing was relaxing. leon had forgotten to eat her pussy because he was enjoying too much luis's mouth.

"she's going to dry up." luis whispered. he sat up and flicked his fingers gently in her folds; luis's fingers opened her pretty cunt with his index and middle. "she is rather picky." he spit on her pussy, "lick it up, sancho." he whispered. leon hated how he wanted this so badly, leon listened to luis. he licked the spit. she whined softly, a low growl escaped her lips, "luis, fuck you." she whispered.

leon flatten his tongue, his nose exhaled sharply. he needed this damn pussy so badly. leon grabbed her legs to lift her a bit. he sucked on her clit, he was breathing weakly as his tongue flicked over and over.

luis took off his pants, he began to pump his cock at the sounds of leon and his partner. luis put his fingers on her mouth. she immediately sucked on his fingers. luis and her had been alone for goodness, how long. leon once again couldn't judge.

leon gently pulled away from her pussy, he kissed her hip bones and saw how luis pumped his cock over and over. he saw how his partner had her mouth open, her warm wet mouth spilling a bit a drool. she cursed softly in spanish begging for luis to put it in her mouth. luis put his cock's tip around her lips, "so needy." his pre cum was making a mess on lips.

when leon saw her lick her lips, leon licked her clit in the same motion.

she looked weakly at both men, "i hate this." she whispered softly. she could tell luis was excited to share her, he was grinning ear to ear. "vamos, you don't really hate it." luis laughed softly.

leon looked so pretty, his eyes were dilated. he was gasping weakly, begging for something. luis's cock was the only one that has been inside of her for many years, but now it will be leon's turn. "fine, i don't hate it," she played with leon's hair, "it's fun." she muttered. luis clapped his hands excitedly, "leon," luis fixes his cock around her mouth, "you know what to do."

leon nodded his head silently. he went on his knees. leon needed her pussy. it was embarrassing that he fell into the caveman brain when he was told he was allowed to fuck her. he grabbed his hard cock, his stomach was feeling the familiar butterflies he felt when he had sex. he gently rubbed the tip of his cock on her hole. a soft groan escaped his lips.

luis did the same. he gently put his cock in her mouth, he cursed softly in spanish. luis's hips gently moved his hips against her, and luis was allowed to move properly because she was used to his girth and length. leon, however, knew he had to be gentle.

leon was smaller in length of luis, but it was thicker. leon gently pushed his cock inside of her, her warm gummy walls clenched around him. leon chewed on his bottom lip, "f-fuck." he whispered.

she was whining weakly. she felt luis going a bit faster, he knew her limits so she wasn't worried about him. however, leon began to worry her a bit. she could feel his desperate pushes. leon gasped weakly, he grinded himself deeper into her.

a low whine escaped her lips. luis pulled out his cock from her mouth, he hissed weakly, but his eyes were focused on leon's desperate ruts. one. two. leon was focused to not hurt her. luis looked at his girl, who was whining weakly, but it wasn't enough for luis. "goodness, mi amigo, it's been a while, hasn't it?"

leon growled softly, he moved a bit faster inside of her. luis nodded his head with a smile, his hand pumped his cock in the pace of leon. it was getting messy. leon lifted her leg and rested it on his shoulder. luis gently rubbed his partner's neck gently. his knuckles caressed her collarbone while his other hand continued to pump it.

"vamos, tu puedes," luis muttered to her, "leon is a friend now. your pussy is his cure right now."

leon whined softly, hearing luis's words made him slow down a bit. luis put his cock back into her lips, she immediately began to suck him properly. luis tilted his head back. he let out a large moan.

the room was starting to smell like pure sex. the smell of sweat, gun powder, and the smell of cum. she was basically pinned down by these men. leon fucking her pussy, he was quite quiet but small noises still escaped. his eyes were closed. he was focused on keeping himself steady. he didn't want to just cum inside of her and end to job. luis, on the other hand, had his hand on the back of her head. he was just slightly meaner because he knew she could take it. she gagged a bit on his cock and her pussy was pulsating around leon's.

leon's hips began to move his hips a bit faster. he immediately began to rub her clit. her pretty clit was sensitive, the cunt clenched to his cock. leon moaned weakly, "fuck-" leon moved faster.

luis wasn't paying attention to leon. a shaky moan escaped, luis felt his entire body needing this.

first, her cunt clenched on leon's cock and squirted from simulation. the stress of surviving made her cry out as she came. then, it was leon's turn. he groaned weakly as he came inside of her pussy. finally, luis's turn. luis yelped softly as he fucked her throat one last time.

they definitely felt better. leon exhaled deeply, gently pulled out his cock from her, his cum leaked out. leon grabbed a cloth and attempted to clean her bit. he cleaned a bit of her thighs. luis immediately zipped himself up, he licked his own cum from her lips, "thank you." luis grinned. leon nodded his own head, "yeah, thanks."

she was breathing weakly, "yeah, sure." she laid on the couch for a second, trying to focus on her thoughts. she put her hand on her forehead, luis kissed her cheek gently. "hiceste bien." he whispered to her. leon nodded her head. leon still felt awkward in this situation, but not like the beginning, at least. leon helped her sit up. "thanks." leon repeated.

she smiled. leon felt himself blush like a fool. she gently touched his jaw and kissed his lips, "gracias." she whispered. leon smiled. luis snickered, "bueno, sancho, back to saving your señorita."

#resident evil #leon kennedy #luis serra #leon kennedy x reader #luis serra x reader #luis sera x reader #luis sera #re4 leon #resident evil 4 remake #leon kennedy smut #resident evil smut #is this good?

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gojonanami · 4 days

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vampire choso 🧛🩸❤️

#sab speaks #sab [teasers]#is this good?#I’ve lost objectivity

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guillotinna · 3 months

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Warning: cockwarming and pathetically whipped simon Riley

MDNI 18+ content

It was one of the rare occasions where both of you were too exhausted to go at it like you usually did. Normally, the hours after simon returned from deployment were spent with you bent over any surface he could get you on first. The air filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the smell of sex. This time was different, though. The weight of existence was coming down heavy on the both of you, exhaustion ruining the normally passionate reunion. You both agreed that him taking you from the back for round after round or you sucking his dick for hours was not in the cards tonight, but intimacy was still very much wanted. Which is why you find yourself slumped, chest to chest with your face tucked into his neck. Simon's arms rest leisurely around your waist as he reclines against the headboard. "You feel perfect love" was the first sentence shared between the two of you in a while. You truly were just basking in each other's company, so talking was sparse. "Si, I think you were made for me," you softly confess. The words whispered into his neck and imprinted on his heart. He agrees wholeheartedly. There was never any doubt in his mind, to be honest. He found himself giving into you so naturally, and he never even questioned it. To have you here with him, taking his cock so well, loving him so intensely, he can die a happy man. Simon tightens his grip on you at your words and twitches inside you. He can feel you smile against his neck. "Thought you'd like that one big guy". He grumbles in protest to the teasing but you feel his body tense under you. The two of you have been like this for hours now, somewhere between awake and asleep. "Simon" you whisper. "Mmm" is all you receive back so you continue. "I love you". You get silence in return which just makes you smile. After years of being in a relationship with the emotionally constipated man you know he's just stringing together a sentence that will probably only convey about 30 percent of what he actually feels for you. So you wait. You always do, you always let him get his thoughts together while no one else did. Everyone before you assumed the silence was a symbol of indifference. No one ever waited to hear what he had to say so he learned to keep his mouth shut. Until you. You would wait forever just to hear a single word from Simon. You don't know much about his past, you do know it must have been bad for him to end up like this. But that didn't deter you. You waited. And waited. And waited. After years, Simon finally accepted that you would listen to the few things he had to say, unlike anybody before. He never had an audience, he didn't know how to convey his feelings, let alone to you. But after struggling for who knows how long, he has you in his arms and life for good. He ends your waiting and moves one of his hands to the back of your head, pressing the two of you impossibly closer. "I-". He clears his throat and as he gets his next words together, you shift yourself on his cock, nuzzling your face into his neck further. You hum in response to his start of a sentence. You've waited before and you can wait again. Hell, if it meant spending more time stretched out on your lovers dick, you could bide your time forever. Your shifting causes Simon to buck into you. You bite your lip at the sensation. He takes a deep breath before speaking, reminding you of the words shared just moments ago that honestly slipped your mind. All of your patience and love for this man is rewarded with the few words he shares. You've come to find that the waiting is always worth it. If no other words are said by him that night, you can die happy with the ones that have been.

"If I was made for anything in this life, it would be for you"

#is this good?#call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod x reader #cod mw22

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grapedemon · 4 months

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Wanted to make a drawing for the Will Wood Power Hour, so take this!

#chonny jash #chonny #jash #will wood power hour #will wood #power hour #the mesh was a pain to draw #I ended up downloading a mesh brush #learning perspective was hard too #is this good?#idk honestly #So God take the steering wheel! Drive me to fate and we’ll finally sit down and have a chat!#Chonny Jash fanart #fanart #GrapeDemon’s original art

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730bliss · 8 months

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detention (part 2) [hook x female reader]

mr. khan leaves you alone with your least favorite person. maybe you'll warm up to him?

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, school setting, mention of suicide attempt, swearing, theft, book throwing, angst

Mr. Khan didn't say anything about Tyler sitting next to you, which was weird. Usually, that isn't allowed when there's only a few kids. But with Mr. Khan being... well, Mr. Khan, he let it happen.

He was also notorious for overworking himself. Filling up his schedule to the absolute max, with little to no breaks during the day. You could tell he was always stressed and sleep deprived because of his twitchy behavior and nervousness. What was even more telling was the bags under his eyes.

Mr. Khan had double booked himself on that day by accident.

Not only did he have detention duty, but he also had a meeting. A meeting he couldn't miss.

So, he left you two by yourselves. How wonderful! You wish you could've just left, or if he could've just let you guys both leave, maybe just give you and Tyler both a warning. But no.

He said he'd be back at 4:25 to dismiss you both and to make sure you both stayed. Great.

Mr. Khan left after that, leaving just you and Tyler. You decided to take your book out again and read. You were able to get through a few more pages throughout the day. It was actually really interesting, but you really, really, didn't want to talk to Tyler.

Tyler took your book.

"The Book Thief?" he said, "What kind of shit is that, Y/N?"

He stood up with your book and started to flip through the pages.

"Seems like it's you. Give it back, please," you said softly.

You tried to be nice. You didn't want to be loud and cause a commotion that would lead Mr. Khan back in the room. It was 3:41.

"No," he said.

You stood up and tried to get it back from him. Tyler was way taller than you, so that plan didn't work out too well. He held it above your head and mocked you when you couldn't reach it.

"Tyler, seriously, give it back," you pleaded. "I don't want Mr. Khan to come back and give us another detention!"

"Fuck Khan and fuck you," he said coldly.

You rolled your eyes, and an idea popped into your head. It was your turn to be petty.

"You wish," you said.

Secretly, you wish he wished it, too. He may have been a raging douchbag, but he was certainly attractive.

"Do I?" he questioned. "Or do you?"

"Ugh, no. Definitely just you."

A very, very light tint of pink stained Tyler's cheeks.

"What makes you think that?" he said while looking to the side.

You looked to the clock before answering. 3:46.

"Well, obviously, if you didn't want to fuck me so bad, you wouldn't be such a dick to me all of the time for no reason. I think you're just trying to hide your feelings for me," you said, mimicking his own cocky smirk.

"Really? Is that what you think?" he questioned, still holding your book. You realized he made you lose your place. What a dick.

"That's exactly what I think."

He threw your book at you. It almost hit you in the face.

"Pft, whatever," he said, sitting back down. You followed suit and returned to your seat. Maybe you finally cracked the case? You caught a glimpse of the clock before he spoke again. 3:48.

"If I wanted to fuck you, I could've done it a long time ago. I'd bet you'd let any guy get in your pants... if he paid you enough," he said with a big grin.

"And you'd fuck any girl if her prices were low enough. The only reason why you don't is because you got that big ego, but down there? You aren't anything special," you whispered while looking right in his eyes. You really wanted to drive that point home.

"You wanna fucking bet, Y/N?"

You were a bit shocked at that one. Surely he wasn't serious. But, you must stay one step ahead of him at any and all costs. You can not let Tyler win at his own game again. The clock read 3:50. You still had time to spare before Mr. Khan came back.

"I think I'd like to take my chances, Tyler."

Before you knew it, a desperate tug on your wrist had you practically on top of the table and his lips on yours. It was very rough. But, there wasn't much time for intimacy anyway.

You could barely breathe. He held the back of your head so you couldn't move. But it was okay, because you didn't want to. In all honestly, the last thing you wanted was for Tyler to stop. Never in a million years did you think Tyler would be the one making you feel this way. Tyler wasted little time putting his lips to your neck and leaving love bites that would surely bruise your skin and be something you'd have to lie to your parents about.

It started in first grade.

You lifted yourself up, so your knees were on the table, and you were bent over, holding onto Tyler's shoulders for support. He grabbed you and sat you on top of his lap, not detaching his lips for a single second. You both wanted to savor this.

For you, it was because Tyler, albeit a piece of shit, was basically your dream man. Fluffy brown hair, warm brown eyes, muscular but not too muscular, and very soft lips, you now learned. For Tyler, he had secretly formed a big crush on you.

When he cut your hair, he saw in a movie at home. It was of a girl giving her husband a locket of her hair before he went to war. He wanted to hold on to your hair, as a symbol of love between you both. He probably should've asked you first.

When he started teasing you, he only did it because he heard girls liked it when boys were mean, because it meant they liked them. Maybe he took it a step too far.

He also wasn't the one who but those notes in your locker. It was Maxwell. Fucking dick. In actuality, he intercepted a few of them. But more than anything, he wanted to apologize and make things right. You never gave him the time of day. He wished he told Max to stop.

When he asked you for pictures, he was at a sleepover. They all asked girls for pictures. Tyler's friend Ricky just made it seem like to everyone else you sent them. He stopped being friends with Ricky after that.

Now, here you are, topless and in his lap. Hands in his hair, quiet moans in his ear. With your help, he took his shirt off, too.

He put his hands on your hips and started to take your [shorts/pants/skirt] off. You stepped out of them and unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. He went back to giving you hickeys.

"I thought you didn't.... want to do this..?" you said, out of breath.

"I lied," he said.

"I figured."

4:10. You were starting to run out of time.

"Hurry, Tyler," you whispered.

"I'm trying."

He moved his boxers and your underwear out of the way and helped you find your way.

He had to cover your mouth.

"Shhh," he whispered.

He moved his hips up rhythmically, hitting right where it felt the best. You could barely contain yourself or keep your eyes open for that matter. Tyler went back to giving you more love bites and grinned when he felt you moan his name into his hand. He whispered yours back to you.

Your hands were still in his hair, and he maybe enjoyed the pulling and tugging a bit too much. He started to get loud. You gave him a look, one that said to keep it down. 4:13.

After giving him "the look," he tightened his grip on your face and made you keep looking at him. His movements got faster, and you started to fall behind as you got closer to that feeling of bliss you were both chasing.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he whispered while never breaking eye contact. "I'm sorry for everything."

You really didn't want to forgive him. How could you? In your eyes, he was the one who made you believe that you were worthless. That you were a slut. He made you try to kill yourself.

But, with the way you were feeling, you could forgive him for even the most heinous of crimes, let alone middle school drama.

"It's okay," you said, although it sounded mumbled since he still had his over your mouth.

He started to go faster and harder, which you didn't think was possible.

He let go of your face at 4:16. He kissed you. There was a lot of passion behind it. You tried to match that level but ultimately fell short. Tyler somehow made you feel better than anyone had before. Oh, how the turn tables!

At 4:18, you both finished, and you got off of him but still remained in his lap. He held you close to his chest. Tyler was certainly strong, as his tight grip prevented you from going anywhere. You guys stayed like that in silence for a while, with the occasional forehead and neck kisses.

It wasn't until 4:24 when you both realized the time.

You scrambled to get your clothes back on. Right after you sat back down, Mr. Khan came back. Right on the dot.

He let you guys leave. And he was totally and utterly unaware of the events that just unfolded.

Tyler walked you to your car. You turned back to look at him, your back once again to the drivers side door. Instead of telling him to eat a dick, you gave him a hug. He hugged you back. It was 4:32 when he let you go, and kissed you goodbye.

You guys didn't become a couple, but you became really close friends. There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't make you laugh or vice versa. It was during a late-night car drive that you guys reenacted the events that took place a few weeks ago, right under Mr. Khans nose. It was a lot more intimate, with you guys not having a time limit to stop the fun.

It was in that car that Tyler told you how the events that have transpired over the last few years really went down. You felt bad. If only you would've heard him out.

Well, better late than never.

Because now he was all yours, and you didn't intend on sharing. Sharing is overrated, anyway. Fortunately, Tyler didn't like sharing either. You grew to learn just how protective he was.

You hated more than anything to admit it, but, maybe detention wasn't so bad after all.

#wwe #aew #pro wrestling #aew wrestling #fanfiction #hook aew #aew dynamite #hook x reader #hook imagine #hookhausen #hook imagines #hook #ive never wrote serious smut before so if its shitty uhh not my fault #smut #is this good?#lots of clocks #and cocks #anyway

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mourntheantagonist · 8 months

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I said this to someone offhandedly a while ago but it just got me thinkin thots

Billy can win any fight, against any opponent. Sure, he might take major damage in doing so, but his end goal will always be met. But there’s a catch.

He has to be fighting for someone else. It can’t be selfish.

It’s why when Steve asks him why he doesn’t ever hit Neil back, his heart aches inside his chest, realizing Steve will never understand.

It’s the question he never really understood the answer to himself, just knowing the simple fact being that he couldn’t fight back. He wasn’t allowed to fight back.

Steve always accepts Billy’s answer, but really, he doesn’t. Because the next time Billy shows up at Steve’s door with a busted lip, he’ll ask him the same question again.

“I’ve seen you fight,” he says, “and I’ve seen your dad, you can easily take him down.”

Billy knows when Steve says this, he’s only trying to help him. Steve assumes he doesn’t fight back because he’s afraid. Steve assumes he doesn’t think he would win the fight. Steve doesn’t understand.

But Billy, he’s starting to.

Billy knows he would win. He knows he could stop a beating in its tracks with one fell swoop if he wanted to.

But then what?

After. What does he do after?

Steve never considers this part of the question. For Billy, it’s all he ever thinks about.

When Steve asks him what he would do if Neil went after Max, he’s surprised by the answer Billy gives him.

“I’d stop him.” He says.

There no “I’ll try” to be heard in that short sentence. It’s sure. It’s a promise. And all it does is have Steve asking once again why he never defends himself.

Billy knows Steve only asks because it’s hurting him to see him hurt. Billy understands that hurt. It’s why he knows not to fight back.

He remembers watching his mom take it just like he does. She would stiffen and never break eye contact. She’d tell Billy to look away and leave the room, but even behind a closed door he could hear it all rattling through the walls, and he never missed the glimmer of glass shards on the carpet when the noise finally stopped and he left his room.

She never fought back. She survived.

She did fight, though, but never for herself. When Billy was at the age his dad had deemed old enough for his discipline of choice, his mom stepped in whenever she could. Billy never failed to notice that the fear in her eyes that she always had when his anger was directed at her vanished when it was turned towards him. She wasn’t afraid when she wasn’t fighting for herself.

He doesn’t remember her saying the exact words to him, hell, he’s pretty sure he made it up, but it didn’t change the fact that whenever he was face to face with his father’s death stare, he heard her voice in his head telling him to stay calm, to listen, to maintain eye contact, to brace himself and take it…telling him it would be worse if he didn’t.

He listens to his mom. She got out. She survived. He’ll do as she did. He’ll take what is dished to him, and protect the ones he loves, and he’ll always win.

Steve continues to ask him why he doesn’t fight back, and Billy decides that he’ll let him, because he knows there’s nothing Steve can do, and he knows how shitty it feels to be helpless.

Billy still tells him he can’t, but never why. He tells him that he’s okay, and he thanks him for being there with him.

It’s okay. Even if it hurts a little every time Steve asks, he knows that one day he won’t have to ask him anymore.

Because Billy got to stop asking his mom the same question.

#is this good?#I have no idea anymore to be honest #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #mandi writes tresh #ficlet

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i97rose · 7 months

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lasagnaisoverrated · 5 months

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GUYS GUYS WHAT IF LIKE I OR SOMONE MADE A FIC OF LIKE HAMILTON AND MARIA BUT INSTED OF THEM IT WAS OPTIMUS AND STARSCREAM AND LIKE STARSCREAM WASNT THERE TO EXTORT HIM IT WAS LIKE STARSCREAM WAS BEIMG MISTREATED BY MEGATON AND CAME LOOKING FOR COMFORT IN OPTIMUS AND THEN IDK AND IT MATCHES WITH THE SOMG SAY NO TO THIS AM I CRAZY OR AM I JUST GOOD

#starscream #transformers #megatron #optimus prime #megastar #opstar #starop #tfp #tf g1 #fic prompt #my fic #hamilton musical #alexander hamilton #say no to this #maria reynolds #james reynolds #is this good?#i’m crazy

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sweetmeatjuice · 10 months

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i have been drawing Him nonstop--and unfortunately they’re all selfship so i haven’t been able to share them--but this image is Good for posting i think!

#do we... do we like this?#is this Good?#i don't know; he's so hard to draw you see #anyway .. robot date night and stuff !#e-123 omega #e 123 omega #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanart #sonic the hedghog fanart #meatie.art #selfship #self ship

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leon-dechino · 11 months

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Been thinking about this storyline where Wally is the only one left and truly alone. Left to roam the empty space of the Welcome Home set and the remnants of his forgotten neighborhood.

In this storyline all the puppets have gained self awareness possibly, and things didn't really play out well. Wally is the only survivor, and honestly misses everyone. Home included

This has been rotting my brain haha. I would love to build on this more. I'll call it the Alone AU for now.

#welcome home #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #welcome home wally #welcome home barnaby #Wally learns how to hug #but angst #so much angst I expect #welcome home au #welcome home arg #welcome home art #is this good?#been having thoughts bout my art haha #it may not be good but I think #im having fun

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pleetzaruul · 1 year

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Sugar and Spice

Chapter 1: Sugary Life

"Welcome to Sugar and Spice, what can I help you with tonight?" Marie happily greets the late-night customer, seeing how tired the male was she suspect that he would order a strong coffee.

"Put in as much caffeine as you legally can."

"Of course, sir. You can sit whenever you like." Marie put her hand out and gestured to the seat which he just gave a nod as an answer. "Your order will be done in a minute."

Seeing how the man relax, practically laying down on the seat, Marie headed to the back to prepare the order but just a little bit differently from what he asked. Just a small drop of her power to give the man the energy he desperately needs. Walking to the male who has his eyes strictly on the computer, Marie put down the cup. "Enjoy your stay, sir!"

Seeing how the man could not be bothered to answer her, she just went back to her place and clean up the rest of the empty seats. There are only two of them currently inside. She is not surprised to see the same male who looked like a living undead can be so alive, waiting for her at the register just a moment later.

"Are you a Goddess?" He asked so suddenly as soon as she is at the other side. Marie laughs a bit as she looks at the now-flustered man in front of her. 'Do being a demi-Goddess count?' She asked herself. "No, I'm sorry but I am not a Goddess." Technically speaking, she did not lie.

"I'm sorry for that...I don't know what came over me." The man apologizes, looking so defeated and embarrassed. His face can be said as red as blood. "No worries, sir." She said, trying to at least soothes the male even though she is struggling to keep her laugh inside.

"I just- your coffee is so energized I was wondering if you can share what made it so." Marie hums. She stares at the man with a small smile and just said. "That is a trade secret, I'm afraid."

He thinks about it and came to a conclusion which she guessed to just trying to get the coffee as much as he could. She could not be far from the truth.

"Can I get a second cup?"

"Of course, sir! Please just wait for a second."

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Tim is tired. Too tired in fact and he needs coffee so badly. He has work to do and things to investigate thoroughly and they just cut him up! They even benched him for the night until he has a proper rest. He could not believe this. Grumbling down he stops at quite a sight.

"Sugary and Spice Cafe..." A new cafe just opened up and he didn't know? Intriguing. He should probably try their coffee. If it's not up to his expectation, he probably won't come back here again. And because he is too tired to walk another couple of blocks to his usual cafe.

Walking inside, he could not be bothered to see the face of the loud and bright worker. "Put in as much caffeine as you legally can," he said.

"Of course, sir. You can sit whenever you like." The voice sounds so sweet to his ears now that he tried to listen, but still, he could not be bothered to react until he gets the taste."Your order will be done in a minute."

Sitting on the corner, Tim slumped down on the seat. He felt so at home and comfortable. Taking out his computer he began to type in whatever work he has. He needs to finish this as quick as possible. Not noticing the time, he felt a tap on the table. Seeing how the drink are now there he just nods his head and went straight back to work.

Sipping down the coffee he felt a large amount of energy being sucked into his body. He feels so energizes for what felt like an eternity. Seeing how his attention can come to the fullest he stares at the cashier he did not know when he arrived. As soon as she is in front of him his mouth opened.

"Are you a Goddess?" Perfect Tim, what a way to embarrass yourself! At least she is laughing out of amusement and not laughing at him. Wonder what the beautiful female in front of him is thinking about he watches her body language. "No, I'm sorry but I'm not a Goddess."

"I'm sorry for that...I don't know what came over me." Tim changes his body language to appear defeated, hopefully, she won't think of anything bad about him. "No worries, sir." She said. He knew that she is trying to ease him but he was still thinking of what he just said earlier.

"I just- your coffee is so energized I was wondering if you can share what made it so." She hums in amusement, that's what he thinks she does at least. He really wants to know the secret though. "That is a trade secret, I'm afraid."

He thinks about it and came to the conclusion that he would just have to go here every time he wants an energized coffee. He hums and nods his head, acknowledging her reason.

"Can I get a second cup?"

"Of course, sir! Please just wait for a second."

#maribat #timari #mlb x dc #cafe au #tim x marinette #seriously i need sleep.#what chu guys think?#is this good?#also yes I take inspiration from multiple cafe au that has exist #also what tags should I add?#also also should this be on ao3?

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russosafehaven · 1 year

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It’s just you and me

A/N: People who regularly read my stuff, is there anything particular you wanna see? Cause I could go for suggestions while I work on bigger projects

Song: Ribs - Lorde

Pairing: Billy Russo x GN!Reader

Content: Marine!Billy, Marine!Reader, Childhood best friends, Reader is a sergeant, Frank and Reader bullying Billy, Reader leans towards masc

BR Taglist: @snowkestrel

“What was Bill like as a kid?”

Mail had been passed around and while Frank opened his care package from Maria, he couldn’t help but ask. From the moment you met each other in the group home you and Billy made the world feel like hell. He was over protective, rowdy, didn’t follow rules while you were a mastermind, quick witted and sarcastic. Everyone at the group home thought you two would end up married while they couldn’t be further from the truth, at least in your mind.

“Billy and I made the group home a shit storm. The volunteers all hated us, you never saw one without the other. He was an asshole, I’d call him a slut, but he’s my best friend. Wouldn’t trade him for the world”

A grin crossed your face. Billy was a year older than you so he had enlisted earlier, all but begging you not to also enlist. Of course it didn’t work, it never did. The second you turned 18 you enlisted, going off to training before eventually you’d both been hand picked for Operation Cerberus.

“Don’t slut shame me”

Came Billy’s voice, pulling his head from his book. A Picture of Dorian Gray, you had introduced him to the book and he fell in love with the words. Billy had related strongly to Dorian, a man beloved only for his looks as though he served no other purpose. While he saw you in Basil Hallward, an artist never quite happy with their work. Yes the two of you were like the star crossed lovers, as they were never to be together. It simply wasn’t how their tales were meant to end.

“I am slut shaming you, by the time you graduated you had slept with half our school Billy”

You exclaimed, tossing a football at him. A groan elicited from his lips as the rubber made contact with his face. Frank let out a small chuckle. The two of you were like kids around him, the older man often having to stop your petty squabbles. It’s one of the many things you appreciated about Frank. He gave an older brother vibe that was comforting. Once upon a time you thought Billy gave you the same sort of comfort, that was until you realised it was love for which you felt towards your best friend.

“That is over exaggeration and you know it”

Bliss, even in the blistering heat of the desert. The cruel man in charge of Cerberus and the bastards that surrounded you, with Billy and Frank you felt like a dumb kid again. Laughing in the pure bliss of your idiotic jokes.

“Always Billy the Beaut huh?”

Frank chimed in and you smiled at the man. He was your Lieutenant and ranked above you, much like Billy did but he never treated you as less than. Even if your men didn’t think you were a proper fit, Billy and Frank did.

“Well had to do something to distract me from them huh? I mean no shade to Maria and you, you’re a lovely couple but that shit just woulda never gone down for us”

It took you a moment to process who he was talking about and when realisation dawned your face heated up. In a moments notice you felt like a furnace and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of Billy. His face now red like the blood you had seen so many times in the battle field. His eyes occasionally darted over to Frank, begging for help.

“Billy..”

You began but were promptly shut up by Frank covering your mouth. Relief filled you until you thought about the possible output of what was to come. Many times you’d cried to Frank and Maria over your seemingly unrequited feelings for Billy. Was Frank going to tell Billy?

“Nope, not a word. Now Bill they’ve been in love with you since they were a teenager, told me and Maria a lot of stories. You’ve felt the same, so you two dicks are gonna go on a date next time we’re back in New York. Then you’re gonna tell me and Maria what happened, then you can both live the happy life you wanted”

As Frank pulled his hand away from you mouth Billy launched at you, softly kissing your lips. The two of you ignored the cheers from the other Marines, living in the moment you’d dreamt of since your teenage years.

“Yeah I’d like that”

Billy grinned at you, his smile never failing to bring butterflies to your stomach. All over again you were a teenager with a school crush on the hottest guy. Only you’ll always have Billy, even without marriage till death do you part.

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rocknrollsalad · 3 months

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stranger things writer's guild daily prompt (date night) stargyle with mentions of buckingham

Most of Steve’s “dates” with Argyle involved a movie, pizza, and sitting in the living room. It’s fun and fine, sure, but it’s the same way Steve hangs out with Robin, the way they both hang out with Jonathan, or when everyone crashes Steve’s place. This sort of stuff was supposed to be romantic and special, not what one does with Mike Wheeler in the room.

Too cold to plan a picnic and too conservative of a town to go to a fancy restaurant, the choices were limited. Or Steve wasn’t creative enough. There hadn’t been a need for creativity in the past, as Robin was quick to point out. Repeatedly.

A quick bite to eat and back to Steve’s place, have her out before morning. It was practically a routine and just as boring. Things weren’t boring with Argyle and it certainly wasn’t difficult to get him back to Steve’s place but when that’s where the dates were limited to, he wasn’t even sure he could call it bringing a date home. Never mind his reputation, it wasn’t what he wanted for his life.

Meanwhile, Robin had been bragging since the night of her and Chrissy’s first date. Turns out it’s a lot easier for two women to go to a fancy restaurant and share dinner or go play mini golf together. They look like friends making the best of life. Not that they get to hold hands or kiss but Robin said they could share bites of food across the table and not even get a glance their way.

No way Steve could do that. There could be a medical emergency happening in one end of the restaurant but if he held a fork out for Argyle to take a bite of his food, the place would swarm to mock them.

Deep down, Steve was happy for Robin. She and Chrissy were cute, and Steve loved them both, but it was also unfair. Plus, Robin was only sharing this to rub salt in the wounds not so Steve could be happy for them.

Even as he helped Robin decide what to wear for tonight’s dinner (listening to nothing he said), he couldn’t help but sulk. She couldn’t help but dance around her bedroom about it. It was the way they got along and Steve knew for a fact if the tables were turned he would be as insufferable. It was all in good fun.

Robin still wasn’t getting a date, she just got more variety than pizza in her bedroom. Something Steve so desperately wanted. He sent her off with ridiculous tips on how to score that weren’t needed, they were meant to offer what torture he could and settled in at home for the night.

When Argyle came in, unexpectedly, with two pizza boxes hoisted above his head, something in Steve snapped.

“I feel like my mom,” Steve growled, standing up and offering no further explanation.

“Is this, like, something bad?” Argyle asked, putting the boxes down and pulling a tape out of his pocket.

“Okay, but like, my mom always complained to my dad about, like, collecting dust here. All day, she stayed at home and it was going to be the death of her or whatever.”

“Theatrics run in the family, got it.”

“But it makes sense. I don’t want to sit at home and watch movies and eat pizza. There’s so much we could be doing. This is so stupid.”

Argyle continued to stare confused and Steve didn’t know what to add next. If he said anything more it would start to be personal attacks. Ones he wouldn’t mean and would spend weeks repairing. Instead, he deflated. This was it. He wasn’t any more creative than this and Argyle was happy so why not watch another movie? At least if they got distracted they could rewind.

Before Steve could trudge off to get plates, though, an idea popped up. Deliciously fun and could only work once but it was worth a shot.

“Big question but do you trust me?” Steve asked, trying to offer a smile.

There wasn’t a second of silence before Argyle said “Of course!”

“Then let’s have some fun. Robin and Chrissy are over and Enzo’s right now having dinner and rubbing it in our faces they get to do all the stuff in the movies we’re left at home to watch.”

“Right on,” Argyle said, not yet seeing the vision.

“C’mon, just come with me. It’ll be fine. This is going to be so good.”

Steve had all the time in the world to explain, there was something of a deadline but nothing so urgent he couldn’t spare five minutes, but it was way more fun to act like there wasn’t any time for that. This was a mission they’d accepted, the clock was ticking!

With that, Steve took off to his room. Standing at his closet, he knew what he was going to wear but sizing up the…slightly taller man he’d be going with, the broader shoulders, in general they were not the same size and that would be a problem.

Deep in the back, Steve found a plain gray sweater. It was a bit too big on him and would be too small on Argyle but would work. Tossing to him, he grabbed his own outfit.

“We are going on a date! We’re not doing this whole thing again, I need more and I know how to get it.”

Argyle thought the sweater over, listening.

“Like I said, Chrissy and Robin are out right now and, I don’t know, I think they’re a bit lonely on their date and since that’s my best friend, I can’t allow that.”

Steve watched the lightbulb turn on over Argyle’s head. A test Steve didn’t know he’d issued but he watched closely to see how this was taken. If Argyle protested and tried to talk Steve out of it or thought it was stupid, maybe they weren’t the right fit for each other.

What Argyle did was let a devilish grin grow on his face as he slowly nodded his head. “I gotchya, man. I gotchya,” He looked back at the sweater Steve had thrown him then snapped his stare up to Steve. “She’s gonna kill ya, though, you know that right.”

“Right there in Enzo’s. We’re going to ruin her night and then she’s going to ruin everyone else’s. It’ll be hilarious. So we get one shot at this! We can’t fuck this up. I’m not dying for nothing.”

“Noble!” Argyle pumped his fist in the air and laughed.

Steve couldn’t remember the last time he was this excited for a date. Giddy was a more apt word as he shed the clothes he’d been lounging in and swapped them out for something befitting a formal dinner.

Sure Argyle would be wearing a comfy pair of weirdly printed pants and high-top Converse but it’s not like the man shipped out his tuxedo. Something about the juxtaposition of the two styles was something only Argyle could make work. Half dressed and bubbling with excitement Steve stole a kiss.

Being a thorn in Robin’s side was fun and all but this was a date. Something Steve wanted in a way that almost hurt. With his own sweater in hand, Steve threw it on without care, looking at Argyle.

“I can deal with Robin being mad at me but we can’t ruin Chrissy’s good time. She’s collateral damage here and I’d feel like an asshole if she didn’t forgive me.”

Argyle nodded.

“Let’s be real, she’ll have to get used to this but let’s stop by and get her flowers? Y’know and maybe I can get you some too?”

“Is it a peace offering if it’s just an excuse to get me some?” Argyle asked, crowding into Steve’s space.

There’s a different energy to things and has Steve thinking they don’t need to ruin anyone’s date night. Maybe things are more fun at home. He sucks in a breath and tries to act unaffected.

“Something, something the thought?” Steve tries.

“Mmhmm, definitely. Yeah but what’re your thoughts.”

“Nothing I could tell Chrissy right now, that’s for damn sure.” With eyes a little too wide, Steve looks up at Argyle.

He knows at that moment they’re not leaving. Not a bit of his brain can find a complaint. Somewhere in the excitement and attempted romance they veered off the path and Steve was so ready to get lost. They could ruin Chrissy and Robin’s night some other time.

#is this good?#probably not #is it edited?#nope #is it done though?#mostly #done enough #i haven't written shit in weeks #i've felt absolutely miserable about everything i've written for just as long #so this is something i'm considering a success #and going to bed lol #hey everyone come see what i wrote now #stwgdailyprompt

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