#just like the i gotta drive but that ain’t gonna stop me from loving on you kinda thing

[sashimiyas]

osamu likes to take you on night drives when you first start dating. there’s a hoodie always waiting in the passenger seat, warmed by his body on the drive to you. his palm reaches for yours in your lap as he strolls lazily through your neighborhood. it’s quiet and reserved, intimacy hidden in the moonlight. when he reaches a main road, he places your hand on the gear stick. palm hot and tight over yours as he switches gears, he keeps you there, never wanting to lose contact.

#reinas.inretrograde #lowkey it’s kinda hot right? #just like the i gotta drive but that ain’t gonna stop me from loving on you kinda thing

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Sex and Filthy Smut headcanons

(Eminem x F!Reader Hc’s and drabbles)

Rated: E for explicit… no wait, this needs an X rating for possibly being the filthiest thing I’m gonna write in my life. God save my soul (probably not but hey at least I asked)

Warnings: I mean… look at the title. Need I say more??? Smut. Sex. Lovemaking, Intercourse. Whatever the hell you wanna call it. The whole 10 yards is here. It’s porn, not gonna lie at all.

Tags/Keywords: Smut, Heavy Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, fluff, fluff and smut, Pre-established relationship, Sexual Content, Kink, Overstimulation, Dom/Sub, BDSM, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Oral Sex, Giving/Receiving, Healthy Relationships, Feel Good, Everything sinful under the sun is found here, Author is going to hell, anyone who reads this is coming with me

A/N: Yes yes, ain’t no fuckbuddies or friends with benefits headcanons here, sue me. There is NO angst or sadness here. None, zero, zilch. Those kinds of relationships almost NEVER end well 98% of the time. This is all about you and him ONLY. Give it up for romance y’all.

Not gonna lie, there might've been more I wanted to add to this hellfire list of headcanons but once you've seen how much stuff there is below I hope you'll forgive me for finally putting this out here.

I hope by reading this, will provide you with comfort and satisfaction.

VERY special thanks to @smutty-books for beta reading and feedback along with helping me with this monster of a list! Please check them out and show them some love! (Seriously thank you Smutty for the additional ideas and content. you made this Hc's list a million times better and twice as much content included.)

(WARNING: Past this point is VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.)

General HC's:

Oh boy. Oh boy oh boy ohhhhhh boy.

You want sum fuk? You got sum fuk and way more.

As long as you’re his s/o, congrats on your sex life being absolutely demolished and rebuilt by this man. You’ll probably never find a better person in the bedroom for the rest of your life. It literally doesn’t matter if he’s your boyfriend or your husband, sex is a staple activity in your relationship that you both enjoy.

Fast and rough? Slow and steady? Maybe a little bit of both? You bet he’ll be saying fuck yeah to all of those.

His sex drive has always been relatively quite high, even after all these years. Being 50 and counting ain’t gonna stop him anytime soon.

Can, and will, want to fuck you on any and every surface of the house.

Living room couch? Perfect spot for bouncing in his lap or to blow him hard.

Dining room table? He’ll have you either bent over and railing you from behind or sitting on top while he devours your dripping wet pussy.

Taking a shower? You’ll be saving water if you do it together… yeah. Definitely not because of at least a half dozen things you can do in there with soothing hot water pouring down your bodies.

In the studio?…

Okay maybe not the studio he’s gotta work without getting distracted and lord save you two if anyone finds a sliver of evidence that you two fucked in there-

Not a PDA guy much, which also extends to any sexual antics outside. He won’t be taking any risks getting the two of you caught lacking

As long as you two are in the house, it’s free game

His views and methods of sex vary depending on which era we’re talking about

If he were in his 1999’s/2000’s era, then yeah, absolute horndog. He’s constantly so busy and on the move, sex would be a quick trip and onto the next. It would’ve scratched the itch, but arguably wouldn’t have sated his appetite for long. If he ever had a chance to have a good, drawn out sex session, it’ll leave him looking like he had a serious hangover but he’ll be waking up so relaxed.

Him being quick to fuck around and quick to leave was his style pre-Relapse. It’s a common thing you see around music artists in general and he was no exception. That doesn’t mean he was closed off to finding an actual solid relationship, it just becomes that much harder to find someone genuine. Most of the time though, he was busy putting out albums and producing music with a 9 to 5 regimen.

Post-Relapse/Recovery Em had insane stamina due to the excessive amount of exercise he put in. Call me insane, but I have a feeling this may be the time where he had the least amount of sex drive-

NOW HOLD ON HEAR ME OUT

He was starting out his sobriety around this time, I’m no expert but I would have to think that he hasn’t fucked or hooked up with anyone since then cause sex may have been a risk or his body was recovering, therefore most likely putting sex as a low priority. That isn’t to say he wasn’t busting a nut oh no, he probably became best friends with his hands again.

The time between Rap God/Monster Era was slowly building back up his drive, transitioning him to the Revival/Present Day era where he’s back on his blue-balling bullshit. Mans been practically putting out mating calls in his music and in interviews I mean COME ON HAVE YOU SEEN IT

He’s wise enough to not be caught slipping with hoes cause he won’t be caught with those hoes. At all. He’s not a hoe fucker no more. You heard him.

Finding an actual healthy relationship with one person? Someone give it to him, now.

(Anyone who remembers that one shot in that Rainy Days behind the scenes video where he points the camera to his crotch and says “EVERYTHING is for sale.” If that isn’t a man in heat I dunno what is; And that’s just one example out of many lemme tell you)

THE POINT IS, HE CAN GO FOR ONE ROUND, OR MANY, MANY MORE.

He’s determined to make you feel good more than him, but he’ll absolutely be having fun with how you’re gonna come. He’ll love exploring your body, finding out every little spot that gives you shivers down your spine.

Oh yeah, did I mention that he's got a big dick? He's got a big dick.

Don't try to deny it when you can't help but glance at his crotch all the time. It might be bias, or it might be fact that you can see the bulge in his pants.

Dom/Sub Roles:

He’s a dom, no question about that. Most of the time he’s a soft dom, not overwhelmingly asserting himself over you but firm enough to have you listen to him. Of course, he’ll be praising you a ton if you’re doing good and listening. But if you’re acting a little bratty, a little petty… yeah, he’ll make you behave, let’s just leave it at that.

Enjoys having you bent over his knee while he fingers your pussy, making sure you’re all nice and ready for him to enjoy.

If you squirm too much, expect a light spanking and a firm reminder to behave.

Again, not over the top with his dominance, cause at the end of the day, he wants to take care of you, to make you feel comfortable and show you how much he loves you. So praising isn’t just a dom thing, it’s genuinely how he expresses his affection to you.

If you insist on it, he can go even harder as a dom, upping his antics and getting off on seeing you beg for relief. Punishments will be even meaner and if you slip up even just a little, looks like you’re gonna have to start all over. No amount of pleading, teary whines from you will get him to change the cold, hard look in his eyes as he’s watching you.

Absolutely insistent on a safe word, no matter the situation.

Marshall’s immediately shifting to a protective, nurturing caretaker the moment your safe word leaves your lips and making sure your needs are met, completely understanding and shushing any apologies that threaten to leave your mouth for ruining the moment. You come first and foremost.

Amazing with aftercare. Will make sure that you’re okay and well taken care of after a session, praising you lovingly as he holds you close. If it was particularly intense, he’ll be checking in on you for the next day or so whilst feeling quite proud of himself that he can reduce you to a begging, dripping mess yesterday night. But he's by far more proud of you for trusting him and letting him experience you in such a vulnerable position.

All it takes is for him to say: "Such a good girl" and you're all his. (Can't blame you honestly-)

He'll be using your petnames even outside of your passionate sessions, even if it's just coming home to greet you after a day of work or passing by each other in the house to do something, a quick: "Hey peaches" or "How's my babygirl?" never fails to want to leave you smiling shyly, even after a bad day.

While being a sub is not what he would usually do at all, it’s not impossible. Once he’s far into a relationship with you and fully comfortable, he might actually give in to your insistence.

He has a need to feel like he’s in control, like he’s leading; Being on the opposite end is a big deal for him, so if he ever subs it’s a huge fucking compliment and privilege that shows how much he trusts and loves you to bare himself to you.

He’ll definitely be grumbly about it tho, and probably trying to act all teasing at your attempt to dominate him. But once you get past that first phase and he lets himself relax and give into your control… he doesn’t want to admit it, but he feels so fucking secure with you.

When he fully gives in, he’s preening and leaning into your touch. He’ll be such a good boy under your lavish praise and having all of your attention on him.

It feels almost foreign, not being the one in charge and making all the decisions for once. But once he gets used to it, he'll be doing whatever he can to receive your approval.

Seeing him at your mercy, letting you take the reins, makes it your priority to see him come undone by your command, holy shit, it's fucking beautiful.

If he's up for being a little more bratty (not unlike he's been on his petty shit for decades as his core personality trait let's be real here) and expecting to be punished and/or your dominance be harsher, the thought of pushing you to your limits with how much you're willing to keep up with him makes him really, really excited on the inside.

It’s both of your secrets, so don’t fuck it up, a'ight?

Teasing/Body Parts:

Speaking of secrets… he’s incredibly private, but at the same time, don’t be surprised if he ends up writing lyrics that may or may not allude or be inspired by your sex lives. You swear this man will be the death of you, smug bastard.

If you’re ever turned on by listening to his music or his voice, it’ll be such a massive ego boost for him, holy shit. No need to feel embarrassed, cause he’s fucking flattered.

Even tho his residence is far from any neighbors (and definitely soundproof), he’s got a playlist for your ears to get aroused to.

Imagine Marshall whispering in your ear or talking in that low voice of his and well damn now you’re horny is an understatement of the goddamn century.

And it’s not just you! Marshall gets off hearing you moan like crazy, another sign that lets him know he’s doing a damn good job. Hearing you whimpering gets him going, but making you scream? Jackpot.

Unsurprisingly to a lot of y’all, but he loves tits. He loves ass for sure, but feeling your breasts is just- Yes.

Love fondling them, licking, biting, sucking, you name it.

Now do the same for him-

OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN’S PECS

MAN’S GOT HUGE FUCKING HONKERS. HOLY SHIT.

(No wonder he’s such a titty guy-)

But seriously, play with his chest and he’ll be moaning and writhing under you. Music to your ears.

Rest assured your ass will not be forgotten or neglected. No fucking way he’ll ever leave any part of you un-worshipped. Even when you’re just passing each other around the house he’ll playfully slap or squeeze your ass with a smirk. Cheeky fucker.

May or may not prompt him to just throw you down and pin you against whatever furniture is closest and have his way with you right then and there.

Or it could be the other way around! You can't help but give his sexy behind a mischievous swat or grab, or his pecs. He'll probably pretend to be miffed but you'll be catching him returning the smirk you have on your face. Oh, by all means, have your way with him right then and there as well. Equal rights, equal sexy times.

Grabbing your backside and pulling you closer to him, pressed against his chest and his growing bulge in his pants oh sweet Jesus-

Will for sure spank you while you’re riding him or he’s railing you from behind, the sounds of skin slapping against skin while he sees your ass jiggle with every thrust is just so fucking hot

He wants to reach deep down, as far as his cock can reach, nothing in the house is safe from him pounding your pussy and giving you a creampie.

Speaking of that, He LOVES to come into you or on you. It gives him a feeling of claiming what's his. Anytime he sees his cum dripping outta you or running down your skin, Marshall’s ready to go again.

Or he could use a sex toy, making sure his cum stays inside and your pussy ready for him in a few.

Kinks

We’ve already covered the dom/sub parts, but there is SO much potential for other kinks that you and him can get into so let’s get right into it

Breeding Kink:

I mean how can we not start this off without mentioning that

Can, and will ram you harder and faster than a piston AND make sure you both cum multiple times

If you’re walking the next morning, that means he failed the assignment so now he’s boutta rectify that

Dirty talk is cranked to a hundred as he’s growling in your ear on how much of a slut you are for his seed, how he’ll fill you up and make sure your womb is carrying his baby, how gorgeous you would look with your belly swollen with your little creation, etc.

Even if he’s sure that he doesn’t want anymore kids (given his age or experience, which is understandable), imagine the baby fever he gets when he sees or imagines you with kids

He’s perfectly happy with just you and him, but the possibility of you, him, and maybe a little one you made together from your love? His pupils are dilating like a cat getting ready to pounce

Even if the possibilities are extremely unlikely, the mere thought of it and he’s giving you the 🥺 eyes. (Every time you see him make those eyes at you, it’s probably cause he’s feelin the breeding urge)

If you're not able to, that doesn't change a thing; he wants to make you feel like you're his no matter what, and you are! He loves you for you.

Obsessed with coming inside you after railing you into the mattress, filling you to the brim with his seed

Loves giving you a creampie and then watching it leak out of your pussy, might take the initiative to stuff his spilling cum back into you

Or he could just fuck you at multiple different times during the day like the stud he is

Hell he may as well just not pull out and you’ll both be falling asleep still connected

You'll be waking up with his member engorged and slowly thrusting in you while he nuzzles into you, taking in your scent, kissing your lips so softly until you both cum. After that he takes you to the shower and you both wash each other

Loves marking your skin with his mouth, letting anyone know that your his and his only

Your cunt and everything else is thoroughly satisfied every time the breeding kink comes on don’t you worry about that honey

Size Kink:

Hey don't judge his 5'7 ass. Marshall's got other big things minus his height; Big hands, big ears, HUGE CO-

If you're smaller than him: He praises you for taking him in so well, whispers words of encouragement with every inch he pushes into you until you can feel his tip brushing against your cervix. Doesn't want to overdo it in fear of hurting you, but with your insistence he'll be going all out in due time

If you're taller than him: He LOVES it. No cap you being taller or bigger than him is so fucking sexy. Makes him more eager to make you come and more confidence in exploring different ways to do so

Takes a hand in yours and guides you both to press against your stomach, feeling for his cock thrusting into you

Praises you constantly as he feels your walls stretch around him so perfectly

Once you feel like you can take all of him, all of his restraint is gone as he pounds your sopping wet cunt relentlessly

Body worshipping is a must regardless of size

Feral/Primal Kink:

You know how possessive he can be, and that still translates to the bedroom. Even when he knows you're his, he can't help but feel turned on by his possessiveness for you.

And when you're all his, he can go fucking. Crazy.

It's also the dom feeling in him as well, but he has a need to claim you: Not out of insecurity, but out of his desire to make sure you know how much he loves you.

Likes biting your ear as an affectionate gesture. Sometimes he enjoys lightly tugging as a playful gesture to get you riled up.

Marshall thinks the growling thing is dumb as hell but if you're into that he'll try to give you some throaty growls in your ear, but expect him to start cracking up at his attempts until he's used to it

He thinks he can't do it yet he doesn't realize the low rumble in his throat whenever he gets a jealous streak

Voice/Audio Kink:

Well, well, WELL. Someone's ego is about to be stroked harder than his cock for once

He’ll absolutely be moaning and grunting more often when you guys have sex

Jokingly asks if you want to put some music on before you start fucking though he probably cringes listening to his own music during sex

Definitely ruins the mood for him when he hears someone that collabed with him on one of his songs or if any of his lyrics mention things that he doesn't want to think about when horny

Whenever he asks what you're listening to and hears one of his songs, he can't help but inwardly smile or smirk with pride. "Good choice." He nods, keeping his face unreadable.

If he catches you listening to FACK he just starts dying with laughter and dying on the inside simultaneously

No but seriously, he's super fucking flattered knowing how much his music or just his voice turns you on

Whispers in your ear during sex, either praising, teasing, or telling you what to do

He'll be observing which tone provokes the biggest reaction out of you so he can remember it for future reference

(People working with him in the studio are gonna be wondering why he's so close to the mic while recording recently)

Might record something just for your ears to listen to when you guys are apart ;)

Sex Positions

Missionary:

Ah, the OG.

Ranging from being the most vanilla to literally breaking the bed and making the house shake. Most people’s go-to position and Marshall is no different.

He’s got full access to your face, neck, and breasts while he pounds you into the mattress, absolutely loves it and it’s no surprise.

Is eye contact a kink? He’ll be wanting to look you in the eyes no matter the pace you’re going. Additionally may often include forehead touching and/or nose nuzzling. Incredibly hot and intimate.

If he’s feeling extra curious or dominant, he might even push your legs back and over his shoulders to reach even deeper into you. (In other words, putting you in a mating press.) You ain’t walking for a few days after this. Catch his freaky ass all smug n shit.

Slow and intimate in this position is SO fulfilling. It’s like baring your souls to one another.

Going fast and rough is just straight up a joyride and a half. It feels carnal in the best way possible.

Overall you can’t fuck this up really. It’s missionary for crying out loud.

Doggystyle:

*clears throat* Ahem. BARK BARK WOOF WOOF

If you haven’t seen my fic Heat yet, it’s basically me writing smut for the first time in this position but taken to the next level. Should hint at a lot on what imma bout to say tbh

YES. HELL YES. PLEASE LET HIM RAM INTO YOU FROM BEHIND. HE’LL BE POUNDING INTO YOU SO FUCKING HARD

If you go face down on the bed, ass up? Holy shit

Expect bruises on your hips the next morning… also a very horny man ready to go again or to absolutely worship the fuck outta you for taking it so fucking amazingly

He'll be running a bath for you, being extra doting and attentive, the whole nine yards while also feeing that masculine satisfaction™ at the fact that he's able to get you to that state of bliss.

By far the most feral position. If he’s got a breeding kink I wish you luck on how many times you’re gonna come and he’s gonna come

If you’re also into taking it in the ass I respect you 👀 kinky motherfucker would love to explore some new ways to fuck

Pronebone is also basically the same as mentioned above, but it’s got that intimate feel, you get me? He’s closer to you whilst also able to attack your neck and shoulders, maybe even have a hot make out session with you while he continues to pound your pussy or ass raw.

As long as you love taking it from behind he’ll be on his knees for you. And on top of you.

Cowgirl/Reverse Cowgirl, You On Top:

Ride him. That’s all I gotta say.

He wants you to ride him. Fuck him silly. He’ll lose it.

It’s a perfect demonstration of him still being the dom. You may be on top, but he’s the one in control.

Might tease you by making you work hard for a reaction outta him. He’ll be pretending to be unimpressed or smug while you bounce in his lap but in reality he’s trying so hard not to break

Either that, or he won’t be holding back on how good you make him feel. Mouth open, quietly moaning, grabbing your ass or your hips.

If he can't take it anymore, he pulls you down to him and holds you tight while he starts bucking his hips, pounding up into you like a piston

Even once you both come he starts back up again before you've even calmed down

Oral (Giving and Receiving)/69:

I mean… are we really gonna question it? Yeah you better give this guy some head he is a slut for it

Give him a blowjob and he’ll be the happiest man alive

You watching his expressions as you’re sucking him off

Might take some practice to take all of him into your mouth cause this man is BIG

Even when he’s got loose sweatpants on you can still see his bulge AND IT’S NOT WHEN HE’S HARD AND HORNY. MARSHALL’S PACKING.

I wish you luck in trying to deepthroat this man

When it comes to oral, he definitely prefers receiving rather than giving

But don’t you DARE underestimate this man’s tongue cause holy fucking hell he’s feasting on your pussy

PLEASE let him suck on your clit while he’s eating you out. That man’s mouth is amazing in many ways for a reason

Imagine having to go out after and if anyone asks him if he wants anything to eat he just replies: “Nah I’m good. I had something earlier.” And then GIVING YOU THE SIDE EYE LOOK-

BEARD. BURN.

Let this man bury his face in between your thighs and imagine the friction of his beard brushing against your skin. If that doesn’t make you cum then him lapping you up will guaranteed

69 turns into a competition to see who can get the other to cum first, or a comforting session of tasting each other

Standing:

Y'all know he can do it pinning you against a wall. Thanks 8 Mile

As hot as it is, take care as not to have your head or back bang against it

Great for quickies but probably not for a long time; You gotta give his back a break lmao

Hugging your waist from behind tho :eyes:

Add a mirror on both opposite ends of the wall and you can watch him thrust into you

He's holding you real tight and close, making sure to hold you up so your legs won't buckle

Spooning:

Feelin real cozy

It can be lazy morning sex; Intimate and gentle as he places kisses behind your ear and buries his face into your neck while he does long, deep strokes in and out of your walls

Or it can be rough: Holding your thigh up while his hips violently thrust into you, only stilling when he comes after you

Another way is his cock slipping between your thighs and humping you eagerly, or his cock rutting against your ass

Push your hips back in time with his thrusts for deeper penetration or the sound of your skin slapping against each other

His hands clutching your hips or grabbing your breasts as he moans in your ear, feeling his cock twitching with his release

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ALRIGHT TIME TO STOP HERE I’VE BEEN KEEPING THIS IN MY DRAFTS FOR MONTHS Anyways hope y’all enjoyed this and then some <3 I might come back to this and and more so who knows? If you enjoyed let me know your feedback and if you have any suggestions!

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[argreion]

Daddy to the Rescue!

Your little princess is being quite the trouble today! Who doesn't want a big strong man to swoop in and sa- Fucking go along with your daughter!? C'mon, Leon! I thought we were a duo! Stop dancing to Let It Go, c'mon!

WC: 2.2k!

AN: Mostly self-indulgent because my friend and I adore a girl dad moment. Stupid dad moments I live for alongside dark moments. Since it's self-indulgent it's a female reader 😅 Hope you can still enjoy it! I seriously only got inspo because of the stupid Leon fairy image. Reading might be a little choppy due to the fact I kinda skimmed proofreading it so sorry if there's any mistakes!

Warnings: None asides from girl dad Leon! Maybe a bit of classic Leon personality, too! Likes, reblogs, and comments appericated like ALWAYS! 🩷

“Mommy!” Was all you could hear. Every single damned second of your existence was hearing “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” Were kids always this annoying? When Leon said he had a daughter, you didn’t expect such a cute, yet bothersome kid! You’ll give it to her, she’s cute! Daddy’s blue eyes and his cute moles! Stubborn personality, too.

“Dani, please, honey.” You sighed. She was four! Did you expect a four-year-old to stop? She certainly didn’t stop tugging on your pants. Pulling you along into the living room. Toys scattered across the floor. And a poor Elsa doll with its head ripped out. That was cold, Dani, freezing cold… The ice queen couldn’t play her own game.

Daniella pulled you straight into the living room. Sumo laying on the couch. Old pupper, poor girl is gonna cry when he’s gone. Always making slobbering on the ground. What was it Leon said? He found the stray dog years ago, and wanted to give it a home. A good boy AND good man. Hope Daniella turns out just like the two of them.

“Good boy.” You said, giving the old dog a pet. The bloodhound replying with a grunt. Your attention turned towards the small toddler pointing towards the TV. Bouncing up and down as the sequence to Let It Go started. Elsa walking up that snowy path, and it’s going to make your head explode. You heard it on the radio, on Leon’s phone when Daniella was given it, and constantly on your TV. Why haven’t your ears started to bleed yet?

Only if Leon was here to deal with it. You’re a package deal with him. He kicks ass, and you suffer with his toddler. At least she didn’t throw fits often. That’s a good part, and plus… Who doesn’t love a hot dad moment too? A DILF moment? All the girls nowadays love a DILF, bonus points if he’s got some bank and a nice car. The only thing they don’t tell you is that he’s a softie who spoils his daughter too often. How are you supposed to humble her? Please don’t turn out to be a bitch, Daniella. You’re praying to God on that one, even if he might not exist. Someone’s gotta answer that pray in good faith.

“Mommy! You gotta sing with me! We gon’ sing together!” Danielle chirped, throwing her hands up. Singing? Well, that’s iffy… You ain’t exactly a Disney Princess, or are you? Leon, you brainwashed your kid—Leon number two!

You were oblivious to the door opening, revealing the man himself. Basically a Disney prince in the making, watching his princess and lover. Arms crossed as he watched the scene. Brought a tear to his eye that his baby girl was gonna dance and sing her heart out. A quick drive and check for closings, your next date in the planning. Drive-in, here we come! You nervously trying to not sing, while the toddler was beginning to get fussy. Noticing this, he sighed, shaking his head  Daddy to the rescue, again.

Walking off, you noticed the footsteps. Wait, he was there? Damn, you didn’t even notice.

“Hey, Dani, why don’t you give mommy a sec?” You offered, a shaky smile on her face. Please, Danielle, spare mommy a little second! It’ll only be to talk to daddy! C’mon, don’t you love daddy, Dani? 

Danielle whined, but you already took it as a yes. Hearing her cry her poor heart out. Dance and sing with her! It’s only the sixth time today! Running after you with her hands out.

“But why!? Mom!? MOM!!” Why? Uh, when you basically never actually parented, you kind of don’t want to deal with the screaming kid! Who wants to deal with a screaming kid, anyway!? Hoping, praying that she’ll turn out ok… Not a spoiled teenage girl or one of those girls who want Drunk Elephant at nine.

Breathing a sigh of relief as you slammed the door shut and locked it tight. Hearing the door knob be turned and struggle with. The horrifying sight of tiny little fingers coming through the bottom of the door, too. A small demon coming for you. Get the holy water and bible, and the Priest from down the street. Poor Leon will go flying across the room because the poor girl doesn’t wanna let go of her poor dad.

“Uh…” The scene before you as you turned your head was certainly something. Leon in the process of tying a pink dress to himself. Sparkles and all. Fairy wings attached, and a stupid wand he stole from Danielle. If you had something to drop, now was your chance.

Leon offered an awkward smile, before motioning you over. Of course, you walked to help him, he’s struggling! He struggles to remember his meds, his back brace, and to finally relax! Helping him button the back of the dress together.

“You’re so stupid for this. I have to take a photo, c’mon.” A laugh had burst from your lips as you took a few steps back. The male giving a twirl with the ending being a hip popped out. Wand loosely hanging in his hand. A grown ass man trying to impress and love his daughter. How come he got it so easily?

Getting make-up on his face, daughter putting those cheap hair strand dye powder things in his hair, messily painting his nails. Stickers on his motorcycle and helmet. As he said, he was a ‘girlboss’. You doubt he truly knew the actual meaning, but you’d let him have his fun.

The screams of the toddler outside the door brought you away from the dress. Banging on the door and those demon fingers coming from the bottom of the door again. Making you glance towards the dressed up dad. Hand reaching for the door lock, with a raised eyebrow still.

“I only have one question, then I open the door.” Holding a finger up, you motioned towards the dress. “Where’d you get this and how much is this?”

“Honey, that’s two questions, you said one.” That stupid cheeky smirk came across his face as he said that. His arms crossed as he batted his eyelashes and pursed his lips. Before letting out a chuckle, the reply following afterwards, “eBay, who doesn’t use it these days?”

“eBay? Please tell me you’re joking. Tell me it’s at least new.” Ok, you had to admit that if he bought it new, you’d be surprised. If he didn’t, you’ll be pretty disgusted. Who knows who worn that? You’ve seen the things he buys from eBay, used parts for a motorcycle. What if he got used clothes? Please, Leon, you have brain cells. Don’t do your daughter like that!

The man shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “Nah, just new. What? Do you think I’m that cheap? C’mon… I’m not that bad.” Thanks, Leon. At least you didn’t cheap out on something. Well, kind of did.

“Thank the heavens for that, seriously. Old men and eBay are something else, Leon.” Shaking your head for the final time, at least you hoped. Finally doing the lock and opening the door to reveal… That crying demon turn from a fussy fit into a look of shock at her dad.

“Daddy? How’d you get here? Magic!?” She gasped, jumping up and down. Was daddy actually a magical pink princess!? Making the man give out a chuckle, before a clearing of his throat. Did he have to every single time? Maybe his old age was getting up to him.

He was starting to develop the slightest of crow’s feet. His bones and muscles aching from work more often. A few gray hairs here and there. Fat growing on him, even if he continued to work out. Often finding him coming home from a jog covered in sweat. Lifting weights and training his legs and flexibility. Means he can stay home more frequently, though, right?

Before the poor man could say anything, he got tackled. Well, at least his leg did. Small toddler clasping onto his leg like a koala. Not even letting go as Leon struggled to walk. The girl babbling on about how her daddy was magical. For once, Danielle was right, Leon was pretty magical.

“Daddy! Tell me your secrets! How do you get so pwetty? Did the princesses come and give you a makeover? Or a fairy?”

Leon chuckled, leaning down with a pop from his back. A small grunt coming from his lips as he crouched down. Danielle pulling away with wide eyes, face full of wonder. Only if Leon could say he had wonder about life just like her. Bringing the child into his arms.

“Maybe I can tell you…” His daughter’s eyes filled with joy, before being shushed by a lip. Not so fast, patience, Dani. “If you beat me in a singing AND dancing competition!”

It was so fast that they sped off, making you stumble after them. At least you didn’t have to dance! But, could’ve at least walked you like a gentleman! What’ll Leon do if you even get married? Fly off into the water on a motorcycle? Arrive down from the ‘heavens’ in a pretty pink dress? Show up in his pajamas? A sigh came from your lips as you walked after the two.

Watching the two dance and sing to Let It Go like nobody’s business. Say that to the neighbors when they file a noise compliant. Cause the dog was barking, alongside the giggles from Danielle. Dog probably just wanted to sleep. Had to admit, you liked it. They both were having fun, even making you nod your head. Leon swinging around his own daughter while singing lyrics from heart. They shared more in common than you’d like to admit. Disney addicts.

Leon laughed, watching as Danielle whined as the song ended. Rushing towards the remote, giving him a second to you. Moving to stand beside you with his arm around your shoulders. Pulling you against him, a kiss to your temple and lips.

“C’mon, don’t be a sourpuss. Dance with us, at least with me.” He purred, a dopey smile on his face. Dimples showing as he tried to sway you into a dance. Gently pulling you into the middle of the living room. His hand trailing from your shoulder, down your back, and around your waist. The other taking your hand and squeezing it in his own. Much more human compared to his, and he loved it. Hips swaying as he successfully forced you to dance with him. Swinging you around slowly but surely in a dance.

Danielle turned around, looking up at her two parents slow dancing. Seeing that small smile on your face, and a blush, too. Disney movie… Belle and the Beast!

“Daddy…” Her voice had drawn the attention of the brunette, making him look down at her. Still gently swaying with you in his arms. “Yes, sugarplum?” He asked, glancing back at her.

“Why are you dancing so slow?” Really, Danielle? All the movies and shows you watched were slow! Lovey-dovey! Kids… Sometimes they just asked some of the stupidest questions. All in good faith, however.

“Well, when mommy and daddy love each oth—” Was how he started before a “BLEH!” Danielle waving her hands and covering her eyes. “Ewwww! Nonono!” She began to explain, sadly making the short-lived swaying stop.

Leon whispered in your ear, “I got this, you go take a nap. Daddy saved another princess again.” Followed with a kiss, and a wink. “Talk later, honeybun.” Taking the valiant effort of sitting down in front of his daughter. The girl falling into his lap, fingers tugging at his dress. Sumo jumpinf off of the couch to lick her face. Babbling on about Mickey Mouse and Minnie? He seemed more than happy to listen, tickling the girl. Happy squeals and “Stop!” repeatedly filling the air.

Good on you, Leon. You finished your job… Rescue mission done. Princess? Saved.

After an hour of entertaining his daughter, putting her to bed with a kiss to the forehead. Don’t let the bedbugs bite, Danielle. Joining his lover in bed, body sinking into the mattress. Arm curled up around you. Holding his head up with a hand, peppering kisses to your neck.

“So… Since she’s to bed. I was thinking we could talk about later.” Nuzzling his face into your neck. Gods, it made you wish he trimmed a bit more. Stubble rubbing against you and all. “First, the fact that our kid tore Elsa's head off. Second, Drive-in is open on the weekend, wondering if you’d want to do something simple.” He chuckled.

Leon waited with bated breath, leaning over your body. Listening to you breathe, before a huff came out your lips.

“I’m up for it, but what about Danielle?” You questioned, doubting he planned that far ahead. He never made plans that far ahead. Turning your head to be met with a kiss. “Claire, she said she’s fine with watching Danielle with Sherry. Don’t worry, babe, they got this. Even a pretty princess like you needs a break.”

He rolled over on top of you, hands beside your head, staring down at you. A smirk playing at his lips as he leaned down, kissing at your neck. Hands gently tipping your head back as he kissed at it. Body pressed against yours.

"Perhaps you'll let me make this break more enjoyable? A beast like me constantly needs something to eat, and it certainly ain't blood I'm looking for."

He can’t help but feast on such a beauty. Even a beast like him deserves a grand meal once in their lives. Drunk on your love like him a year ago to whiskey and liquor alike. Happy to have you, happy to stay for awhile.

#leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil #leon kennedy #fluff

[pretending-ican-write]

Cowboy Up - Pt.8

Enjoy, touch angsty. I'm also opening up to requests for drabbles/headcanons of moments pre-show/outside show canon for this pairing because quite frankly i'm obsessed with them (and Ian Bohen i'm in love with that man).

Pairing: Ryan (Yellowstone) x Dutton!reader

WC: 1483

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Y/n exited the house with coffee in hand to see the small army John had amassed to deal with the cattle.  From the porch steps, she watched as who she assumed was a new hand talked to Rip who clearly didn’t think much of him.  Poor lad clearly didn’t have a clue what he was supposed to be doing on a ranch.  Y/n decided he was going to need her help to survive at the Yellowstone.

John approached her, “you’re gonna go with Rip up the mountain.”

“The fuck I am.  I’m going to the reservation,” she argued.

He shook his head, “I’m not about to let you be that close to it all y/n.  This is the compromise.  You help with the river or you stay here.  This is one thing that isn’t up for discussion.”

“Fine.”

She turned on her heel to one of the horse trailers where she took the rope of a horse from Colby to load up.  As she turned to leave, she was faced by Ryan who had bought his horse on.  Y/n let out a deep sigh upon seeing him, the reality of the potential danger to them in front of her in the form of his ‘livestock agent’ vest.  

Y/n leant against the metal, “I fuckin’ hate this Ry.”

“I know you do sweetheart,” he whispered.

They spent a quiet moment just existing in each others’ presence.  Ryan wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her body against hers and pressed a small kiss to the top of her head.  Y/n allowed herself to melt into his chest, and inhale the smell of his cologne mixed in with that of the horses surrounding them. 

“You gotta promise to be fuckin’ careful out there.  I need you to come back to me when today is done,” she said.

Ryan nodded, “I promise to be careful, sweetheart.  You’re all the motivation I need to be safe.”

“I love you,” y/n whispered into the trailer.

Before he got a chance to reply, Lee interrupted them, “come on lovebirds we’ve got cattle to take back and a mountain to blow up.”

“You’ve got shit timing,” she whisper-shouted at her brother as they left, “we were having a moment.”

Lee laughed, “life is full of moments y/n, if you spend too long in one another will pass you by.”

Y/n walked past the line of trucks the hands were climbing into and headed towards where Rip had Comanche waiting for her.  She took her horse and gracefully swung up into the saddle, settling in for the long ride ahead of them.  They started off down the drive and y/n observed how uncomfortable the new hand looked on his horse.  Yeah he was gonna need all the help she could give him.  The convoy departed past them and y/n waved to her brothers in the first truck.  As the last truck drove past, Ryan looked out the window to see her blow him a kiss to which he smiled back.

-/-/-

Half an hour into their trek, y/n felt like the nerves were going to eat her alive.  Rip was leading them up the trail with no indication he wanted to talk and the hand looked far too scared to say anything so she took it upon herself to fill the silence.

“What’s your name?” Y/n asked.

The hand startled at her voice, “uh it’s Jimmy.”

“Nice to meet you Jimmy.  I’m y/n and I reckon you’re gonna need my help here,” she explained, “Rip’s a stubborn son of a bitch who thinks affection’ll kill ya and most of the others stopped maturing when they were 10 so I’m your best chance.”

“Thanks I guess?” He wasn’t sure what to make of the girl behind him.

Rip stopped her from rambling on, “what she’s conveniently missing out of her introduction is that she’s a Dutton so you’d do well to keep away from her.”

“Call off the threats Rip I know you won’t do anything to him,” y/n countered, “guy that uncomfortable on a horse didn’t apply for the job.”

Jimmy turned red at her statement, “listen I ain’t proud of what I done but-”

“Relax I don’t care what you did nor do I care to understand the decisions my father makes.  I’m just here to cowboy and ensure the place doesn’t go to shit before I get a chance to inherit it,” she explained.

Silence elapsed around the group and Rip took the opportunity to check on the youngest Dutton.  He turned around to see that she was clearly off in her own world, reins loose allowing Comanche to just follow the horse in front of him.  Her fingers were tapping out a rhythm on her saddle’s horn and Rip got the feeling her leg would be bouncing if she had her feet on the ground.

When they reached the top of the mountain they got to work setting up the charges to change the course of the river and fuck over the development next door.  Rip headed over to where Lucy was busy connecting up the wires.

“They’re gonna be safe y’know,” he stated, “on both sides of the fence.”

Jimmy looked up from the river, “is this legal?”

“You’re a criminal, what do you care?” Rip questioned.

The hand sighed, “thought the Yellowstone was gonna keep me out of trouble.”

“Getting in trouble’s the only skill you got,” Rip pointed out.

Y/n added, “difference is now you ain’t gonna get caught.”

Once everything had been set, they mounted up and headed back down the mountain.  This time y/n took the lead in an attempt to keep her mind off what would be going down on the reservation at that time.  

-/-/-

Nobody on the ranch had slept since they had returned from the reservation without Lee.  Her father had turned the house into some sort of command centre trying to locate her brother and y/n was sat on the porch steps watching the commotion having lost count of the amount of coffee she’d drank since coming back.  John and Jamie were talking around her but the words weren’t sinking into her brain.  Suddenly her father took off from the house.  Y/n shot up from the step and followed Jamie’s line of sight to where Kayce was walking Lee’s horse towards the ranch with a body slung in front of the saddle.

She gasped and felt the fear that had been keeping her going leave her body.  Her legs buckled, falling to her knees next the steps.  Jamie rushed to wrap his arms around his sister, letting her cry into his chest.  They waited in silence for Kayce to dismount the horse before Jamie let go of her to launch herself into her twin’s arms.  Y/n kept herself attached at the hip with Kayce whilst Jamie tried to get out of him what had happened but he wasn’t willing to give up any information.

At some point sat on the sofa she finally spoke, “someone needs to call Monica.”

“I’ll take Kayce back in the helicopter now.  No use rehashing this on no sleep,” John explained, “stop running on coffee and sleep.”

After the helicopter had departed, y/n made her way down the drive towards the bunkhouse.  The door banged open and the hands looked up.  The place was quiet, there was no insults being thrown around, and they were all there which was unusual for that time of day meaning Rip had given them the day off.  Ryan and Colby were on one of the sofas half-heartedly playing solitaire and Lloyd was sat reading at the table.  

Wordlessly, Ryan put down his cards and opened his arms for his girlfriend.  She made a beeline for him before burying herself in the hoodie he was wearing.  He wrapped his arms tightly around her, kissing her hair safely.  

“I love you,” Ryan whispered to her.

None of the hands made comment about the situation and Lucy fell asleep like that with tears drying on her cheeks.

-/-/-

After the funeral, y/n split from the rest of the group heading to the main house and instead made her way down to the barn in need of some emotional support from Comanche.  She found her father in one of the stalls with the stallion Kayce had been working with.

“What’s he doing here?” She asked.

John looked up at her, “think it’s your brother’s way of apologising.”

“How did it all go so wrong dad?” Y/n pondered.

He sighed, “I have no idea but this isn’t the end of it.”

“I’m still not being part of some fucked up power game dad and you don’t get to use me in some twisted politics but whatever it takes to get justice for Lee I’m onboard with,” she explained, “when we’ve got that we’ll talk again.”

John smiled at his daughter, “that’s good enough for me.”

#ryan yellowstone #ryan yellowstone x reader #yellowstone #yellowstone imagine #yellowstone tv #dutton ranch #dutton!reader #ian bohen

[claire-elvisgirl]

MY LITTLE DRUNK BABY

Summary: You come back from a party after too many drinks. Elvis has to deal with you

Warnings: Elvis x Drunken reader, fluff

Word cunt: 785

Another drink. You were not used to drink so much, but that night you were going to cross the line…and you knew it from the start. After a while you felt a sudden slumber over you and you realised it was time to go home. As you got up from the chair you began to wobble around the room. One of your friends grabbed you and made you stand properly: “God y/n, I think you better go and take a nap…let me drive you home!”

The guy walked you out to his car and he made you sit inside. As soon as you sat, your eyes closed for a bit. You could only feel the sound of the engine and then the wheels began to move, as he took you home. After a while, he left you right on your doorstep, wishing you a good night. You looked for your keys and you opened the door. As soon as you got in the house, you tried to move around in silence, as you didn’t want to wake Elvis up. He heard you anyway and he came to see how you were doing. He entered the living room and he found you lying on the couch: “Damn it Y/n…are ya…drunk?!”

You looked at him with a sleepy smile: “No…well…maybe a little…” you laughed “…that birthday party was a hell of a night!”

“Jesus…maybe a lil’ more than a little…” he sighed upset.

“Oh c’mon…I’m okay…” you answered without losing your smile. He looked at you, disappointed: “No baby…you’re not okay, you’re a mess…look at ya!”

“Am I?” you kept laughing. You tried to stand up, but you fell on the couch again: “Yeah…I guess I’m really a mess…”

He got you up off the couch, one arm going around your waist and the other steadying you against him, pulling you close to him to avoid you to fall: “C’mon…I’ll take your cute lil’ ass to bed!”

“I’m sorry El…” you mumbled.

“Don’t be sorry hun’…” He picked you up, he carried you to the bedroom and he set you down gently on the bed: “Just get some sleep now!” he said, putting his hand on your forehead and pushing you down. Then he covered you with the blanket and he headed for the door.

“Wait!” you called on him.

“What!?” he stopped and he turned around to you.

“Would you help me put on my pajama?” you asked him with puppy eyes.

He blushed a little and he smiled: “Aw babe…that’s one of the sweetest requests I’ve ever had, but…aren’t ya gonna do anything silly!?” he asked smiling, starting to unbutton your shirt. He slid your shirt off your shoulders, gently kissing your collarbone, working his way to your neck.

“Lift your arms…” he whispered, slipping the shirt off and dropping it on the floor “I’ve always liked ya better without something on, ya know!?”

You smiled: “Aaww…thank you…”

He kissed you again and he got off the bed: “Now get rid of them pants darlin’” he whispered sliding down your zip and moving your jeans down your legs. You tried to stand up to take your pants off, but you fell on the bed again: “Oh my God…I’m really a mess…”

He laughed sweetly, he grabbed the jeans and he helped you out of them. You giggled a little, feeling his hands moving on your body. He slipped the pajama on you, like he was helping a little girl and he whispered sweet things in your ear at the same time: “Now just lay back darlin’ and lemme take care of ya!”

“What would I do without you?” you asked.

He replied as he lay down beside you, holding you close to him: “I dunno, but I gotta admit, I like it when ya need me…”

You embraced your pillow as he caressed your back. He pulled you closer and he nuzzled his face into your neck: “I ain’t never gonna let anyone hurt ya…just stay right here in my arms…” he cuddled you up and he squeezed you in a loving embrace, gently stroking your hair.

“I’m sorry I drank so much…”

He rubbed your hand: “It’s alright…I don’t mind takin’ care of ya!”

“Thank you, you’re too much…I’m so lucky to have you…” you smiled.

“Don’t thank me darlin’…ya deserve all of this…” he kissed you again and you kissed him back. The kisses lead to more kisses, as he trailed kisses all down your neck. His hands roamed freely over your body, as he ran his fingers up and down. Then he gently kissed your forehead “Night baby…I love ya”

You closed your eyes and you gently fell asleep in his arms.

#elvis presley #elvis the king #70s elvis #this man will be the death of me #elvis fans #60s elvis #50s elvis #elvis fanfiction #elvis fanfic #big daddy elvis

[jstarr86]

HALLOWEEN FUN

I sighed looking down at him a smirk on his lips.

“Stop so I can paint your face or I’m leaving ya ass at home.”

“No you won’t first because you want me there two I’m never home and three you want me there cause I’m never home.”

“Baby.” I said breaking out a smile “let me paint your face. I gotta get ready too.”

“Fine, no fun.”

“You can have all the fun you want to later for now behave.”

“Yeet.” I rolled my eyes looking into his as he placed his hands on my hips.

“Joshua.”

“Aye I’m not doing anything I’m just holding you.”

“Mhmm.” I sighed sitting on his lap as he groaned arms wrapping around me while I painted his face. I was trying to get the skull part done since he was mixing a clown and skull. It looked cool, we hadn’t been able to decide on a costume this year so we combined both options and it actually looked pretty cool. “Turn.” I moved his head finishing the shading but also taking the chance to check him out. He was fine as fuck and I was lucky. “There Your done.”

“Eee this is sick thanks baby.” He said looking at me from the mirror as he checked over his looks.

“You welcome and you look good now go so I can do mine.” As he left I pulled the costume out getting dressed first. I then fixed my hair glad I had bought multiple sprays. After I started painting my face. This is why I’d made sure to not work today, knowing it was a busy day around my home, so I generally took off fully or at least half the day. I was half through doing my makeup when the bathroom door opened and my husband walked in arms sliding around my waist.

“Damn mamas. You look good.” Josh said rubbing my legs sliding his hands under my skirt grabbing my butt and squeezing.

(Like this but neon)

“Josh.” I said softly biting my lip trying to not moan. He was always like this coming back from the road. He’d always had a high sex drive anyway but this was always different. I mean don’t get me wrong I missed him too always did and he’d spent the last week not even in the country he’d been in Germany until this morning ; he’d gotten home at 445 this morning. I appreciated the thought of being with us and the sleep deprivation he had to be going through right now but wasn’t saying or showcasing it because he wanted the time and memories with and of us and that meant the world to me. Fuck the man being an amazing husband lover and friend him as a father was probably my favorite thing about him. The love the care the interest the devotion he had as father that man that was another level and I loved it that was Josh. The world can have him as Jey but Josh man if they only knew granted he was pretty much just him just super live and turnt up but still I wish the world saw the Josh I got.

“Hmm.”

“Let me get done.”

“You fixin be cold as hell mammas.” He said eyes trailing over my body. “It’s like 30 degrees.”

“I got thermo leggings on under these tights a thermal long sleeve onesie under this and I am wearing my coat and have this lovely human called my husband that will keep me warm.”

“Nah you bout be shivering and complaining lil miss thang. You too little for this shit and we both know it.”

“Then keep me warm daddy.”

“Shit call me daddy again we staying home and I’m trickin and treatin ya ass all night.”

“Our youngest son wants to go out.”

“Then remember that cause you say daddy again and Jaciyah gonna be takin him not us.”

“Now you know that ain’t happenin Jaciyah is on candy duty here.” I finished my makeup before meeting my three main men downstairs. My oldest in a jack skellington onesie but he’d at least let me paint his face. Our youngest a clown much like his dad and I but much more bloody. “You ready baby.”

“Yah let’s goooo!” I laughed watching as he got super excited.

“Alright grab a our bag and coat baby.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Jaciyah.”

“Ma’am.”

“If someone-“

“Knocks or rings give them candy don’t be rude be nice and don’t give it all to my friends I know. I got this.”

“Ok have fun we will be home in a hour or two.”

“K love you guys.”

“Love you too.” We walked out as our oldest locked the door behind us Josh pocketing the keys inside his hoodie. We’d taken some pictures that came out dope. Then again anything neon or glow in the dark if I wanted to pull it off it wouldn’t take a lot all I had to do was call my amazing sister in law and ask, the queen of glow. Josh and I walked watching as Jeyce ran up to each house or drive collecting candy. I leaned into Josh who chuckled moving to stand behind me wrappping his arms around me

“Cold?”

“Not too much. How much longer should we let him go he has school and no one needs to be sick.”

“Eh he’s ok give him some more.” I nodded popping a sucker in my mouth as my husbands smile widened the paint elongating it. I rolled my eyes as he winked both of us knowing why he’d smiled.

“What Joshua?” I asked nudging back into him

“You kno what, practicing for later tryin tease me.”

“I’m just eating candy if I was trying to tease you I’d do this.” I responded looking at him twirling my tongue over the lollipop and sucking as seductively as possible while keeping my eyes locked on his. He groaned nonchalantly rolling his hips into my ass so I could feel his hardening dick.

“Don’t do that baby. These kids gonna get a real show.”

“Oh my god Joshua.” I laughed out as a few people looked at us.

“What you the one acting like you sucking my lollipop.”

“Behave.”

“You behave over here performing oral on some candy.”

“You’re terrible.”

“And you a freak, but forreal though how you make something so simple and innocent so naughty and sexy.”

“You always say that.”

“Cause it’s true even in school that’s why everyone always gave you suckers cause they liked watching you eat them always more sexual then it should be even when you ain’t notice.”

“I really didn’t.”

“I kno but only me and uces believed it.”

“I remember you got into that fight sophomore year cause that guy flirted with me.”

“Flirted he was practically dry humping you made you uncomfortable and then didn’t care Nah homie deserved that ass whoopin.”

“Thank you for defending my honor.”

“Always wifey.” I took pictures here and there and Josh took some with me. I loved that he kept a hand or arm around me at all times. He was very touchy always had been I always joked physical affection was his love language. After a couple hours it was dark and getting colder and Josh could see I was getting cold.

“Aye Jeyce wrap it up.”

“Yes sir.”

“You ain’t have to do that.”

“Your cold and I peeped the cough that started you gonna get sick. Plus his nose is red and not from paint he’s getting cold too.”

“Mmm so observant I love when your home.”

“I love being home.” He replied kissing me.

“Ugh mom dad really.” I pulled back he and I laughing as he licked his lips the dark colors smudged slightly at his lips and a bit red from my lipstick and our small make out kiss.

“Sorry ya momma is beautiful.”

“Even like that?”

“Yeah even like that no matter what ya moms is beautiful. Let’s get you home.” We walked back home Jeyce trying snag candy until Josh took the bag. “You kno the rule.”

“Who made that rule what’s wrong with it why can’t I eat it.”

“Gotta check the candy ya kno people be stickin stuff in candy.”

“Don’t tell him that.” I said nudging my husband “you kno that’s a urban legend right there ain’t any known cases of that actually happening but there was this one man who tried offing his kids with laced pixie stix”

“How you do that no wonder he got caught.”

“Used the giant plastic ones gave them to his kids and their friends thought they’d all eat them only one his did and died then he got caught cause he couldn’t remember what house he didn’t get to Em from and where he told the cops those people wasn’t even home.”

“That’s fucked up some people don’t need kids.”

“Very true.”

“Sometimes it’s scary all the random stuff you kno.”

“I like criminal Justice or did you forget my major and I listen and watch way to much true crime stuff.”

“You do little serial killer.”

“That be a good costume.” Josh and I acted silly the whole walk back home racking jokes and dancing and laughing. He also every time or son turned was grabbing at me. Getting close to our home I saw some of our elder child’s friends walking down the street.

“Hi Mrs Fatu, hi Mr Fatu.”

“Hi guys.”

“Sup.” Josh replied arm going around my waist.

“Cool costumes.”

“Yeah you look awesome Mrs Fatu.”

“Thank you guys have a good night and behave.”

“Yes ma’am.” As they walked off Josh growled.

“Little ass boys crushin hard bout make me hurt a lil kid lookin at you like that. ‘Hi Mrs Fatu you look good’” he mocked as I chuckled.

“They are kids stop.” I said leaning to his ear “besides your the only man I want making me scream.”

“Mmm Gotdamn” We got in and Josh went through the candy while I shook my head and he let Jeyce get 4 pieces and they went to wash Jeyces face. I turned from the dresser as Josh walked in our bedroom eyes trailing over me before he locked the door. I laughed as he hit the light switches turning off the lights but turning on the black lights we’d put up for Halloween. “Wanna play a game.” He asked voice deep

“Boy cut on the light so I can see so I can go shower.”

“No.”

“No, boy.”

“You heard me.” As I looked up at him he looked sexy yet dangerous and dark, good on he was glowing but his face still dark his eyes dark. “Come here.”

“Josh.” I gasped as he didn’t verbally respond but reached out with a firm gentle hand grabbing my throat. He pressed his head against mine as I watched him close his eyes for a second. When he opened them again the want the lust was definitely behind his beautiful dark chocolate colored eyes. The intensity in his eyes and his hand on my throat had me biting my lip as I silently stared at him, trying to decipher what was going through his head. His other hand came up grabbing my right breast in his hand as he kneaded it. I watched him smirk as my bottom lip went back between my teeth. I hadn’t seen him in a few weeks he’d came home a couple days then was out again cause of work and they’d had a tour overseas “aren’t you tired.” I muttered softly to which I watched his eyebrow raised Josh didn’t respond but trailed his hand down gripping my thighs as he moved standing between them slowly dropping to his knees.

“You know when we all left town for ya birthday how I sent you away for a bit early with Trin.”

“Yeah.”

“Well I never told you but I got this room soundproofed”

“You did wha-“

“You better hope that shit really work cause you gon be screamin.” I didn’t get to respond as he roughly kissed me and the second I moaned he slid his tongue in my mouth easily winning the dominance battle as he lifted me up in his arms as he walked to our bed. He dropped me down on it as I watched him.

“We need shower take this makeup off, creppy.” Josh pushed my shoulder as I went to try and move. “Josh.” I jumped as he pulled out a knife my breath holding as I watched him as he slices the tights and pulled my leggings. I was lo key scared first I ain’t like clowns anyway and my husband was dressed like one with a damn knife. He slid it over my collarbone as I looked at him with wide eyes before he easily cut the strap to my costume and bra in one go. “Josh. Come on you know I hate clowns.”

“I love you but shut up.”

“Excuse you-“

“Mamas you know I’d never hurt you so just sit back shut up and feel, stop thinking.” He kissed me sensually as fuck his mouth tasting like chocolate his mouth blazed a passionate trail from my lips to my neck sucking gently at the spot that made me arch my back. He tugged down the top of my costume lips attaching to my left nipple as his fingers tweaked the other my hand gently grasping his head fingers playing with the curls at the base of his neck.

“Baby.” I gasped out as he somehow rough yet gently slammed two fingers inside me while tugging my nipple with his teeth.

“Wet as fuck. Tryin stunt like you dont want this dick.” Fuck he hadn’t even started and I was gonna cum. Josh knew how to play my body like an instrument and he did it with precision. “Look at me.” I moaned as his fingers hit my gspot with every thrust of his fingers thumb rubbing circles on my clit while he sucked at my neck. “Watch me make you cum sexy.”

“Mmm fuck. I’m gonna cum Josh.” My eyes finally closed as my head went back.

“So Fuckin sexy.” He groaned as I opened my eyes trying to breathe. Josh pulled his pants low enough for his dick to pop out before he pushed my legs up and thrust into me a groan leaving his mouth.

JOSH POV

It was takin everything in me to not cum already. She’d been getting to me all day and I’d waited hours to have her. Every sound leaving those thick pink lips moans whimpers uneven breaths only I could do that to her. I could feel her tightening on my dick pussy fluttering showcasing she was about to cum. I slid my hand around her throat as her back arched and she moaned.

“Josh.”

“Cum.” I pumped working her through her release before I pulled out rolling her over and slamming back into her my hand smacking down on her ass the sound echoing loudly along with her moans as she gripped the sheets takin these back shots like a damn champ. “Pussy so good. “ I stilled for a second rubbing on her ass as I let her toss it back riding my dick. I pulled at her outfit shredding it and pulling it off her as I resumed my pace chasing my nut. I knew I’d freaked her out a bit earlier only because she hates clowns. She had since we was kids. She’d walk through a haunted house laughing her ass off but clowns nah she’d be gripping me with her head buried in me. “Shit baby.”

“Mmm daddy.” Id assume by now the soundproofing worked cause neither of our sons was banging on the door yet and I knew we was being loud especially her and the headboard was thumping against the wall.

“I’m bout nut. Fuck.” I grunted out playing with her clit making sure she came again.I grunted out feeling her tighten as we both came. I lazily pumped through it before withdrawing from her body. I walked to the bathroom starting the shower. Walking back out I pulled her down the bed tossing her over my shoulder as she giggled and I smacked that fat ass. I let her down as we walked in and she looked wrecked we both did paint and makeup smudged missing we got in the shower washing up both us double checking the other for left over face paint. She’s killed it with all this, looked dope. I lifted her against the shower wall entering her as we sloppily kissed it going from a peck to extreme as fuck pretty quick. “Damn do ayt shit again.” I grunted as she moved, I dunno what she just did but that shit sent me deep as fuck. I gripped her thigh harshly fingers digging in as she made the same movement making us both moan out. “Grippin me so tight.”

“Josh, fuck don’t stop” she moaned gripping my shoulders as I bounced her up and down my cock her free hand slid down the glass before gripping the back of my head as she placed a sloppy passion fueled kiss the pit in my stomach knotting as my orgasm fueled causing me to thrust harder and deeper into my wife as she tossed her head back a loud moan of my name leaving her mouth. Her finish was my undoing as I buried my head in her neck pinning her to the wall with my hips as I came. Her nails lightly raking my scalp I pulled back kissing her softly.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” She replied as I wrapped a fluffy towel around her. I knew she was tired and fucked out. I dried her grabbing her favorite lotion and rubbing it into her skin leaving it soft as hell and smellin like some tropical ass fruit or sumthin. I lifted her carrying her into our room as I laid down pulling her into my arms as she curled into me head on my chest. I wouldn’t have long gone til I was back on the road but this Halloween was definitely great. I started the tv and turned in a scary movie as we winded down and finished out our Halloween night her falling asleep within twenty minutes

#jey uso #main event jey uso #wwe jey uso #wwe #jey uso fanfiction #jey uso smut #jey uso x reader #the usos

[wildmtthyme]

Chapter 1: Crush

Warnings: None?

Chapter Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Morgan "Indiana" Turner, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John "Soap" MacTavish, Sam (OC K9)

Story Synopsis: Ghost and Indiana have been best mates for years, partners on and off the field. And she's loved him for just as long. But she's never let on that she's felt anything more than friendly towards him. That all starts to change when Simon starts seeing someone for longer than a single night. Indie decides she's going to try and get over this annoying crush once and for all. Simon realizes that maybe he's been feeling more for his partner than he thought. Maybe a lot more. Partners to lovers with a sprinkling of smut, some fun and humor, a team that won't leave them alone, and a car that seems to weave it all together.

Simon groaned quietly as he cracked an eyelid… way too much to drink last night, not that he’d let on that he had over imbibed. He was sprawled on the couch not in the rec room… not in Price’s office but in the living room of one of their squad mates. It was all Soap’s fault, of course it was. He scrubbed at his face, shifting his balaclava a bit but by no means taking it off. He glanced around the familiar living room, spotting Gaz sacked out in the recliner.

He stretched and forced himself to sit up… he needed—he blinked when he heard a door open upstairs and the telling jingling of dog tags. Not the kind they wore, no… these were attached to a collar. “Oi Sam, no.” He cringed when the shepherd trotted towards him, ears perked and tongue lolled out in obvious greeting, tail waving high. The soft padding of bare feet made his eyes flick up and just like always… he felt himself go still as he watched her walk into the room.

She saw him… glanced over at Gaz and promptly rolled her eyes and yet, deflated somehow. I need to hide the key better. She walked over to the front door and opened it up, a single snap of her fingers and the dog rerouted to head out instead of continuing towards him. He’s taking care of his own mess this time. Simon just watched her as she left the door open and walked into the kitchen, the sound of water filling a kettle signaling the start of another day.

Within an hour- Simon and Gaz both had played deaf and dumb as they sat at the kitchen table, sipping their tea and Simon with his toast and Gaz with his eggs as Soap tried to get one of them, any of them, to go back to the spare bedroom and wake the girl up that he’d brought here last night and get her to leave. No one was biting. Do it yer’self, mate. Gaz said around a mouthful of eggs. Indie, c’mon, please. Simon scoffed at the way Soap crowded Indiana in the kitchen, trying to pout and throw her puppy dog eyes while she sat on her kitchen counter drinking her tea. No fuckin’ way, Soap. You broke into my house last night! Soap did a dramatic fall to his knees, his hands clasped between them. Please, Indiana… you gotta help me! – I ain’t gotta do shit, now make her some tea like a proper gentleman and stop being a fuckin’ slag, Soap. Soap had the decency to look offended and put out at the same time. But he climbed to his feet and did just that.

He made a cup of tea and carried it back to the rear bedroom and half an hour later, a woman looking a little worse for wear bashfully made her exit, tossing them all a little wave. Gonna drive her home! Soap called out over his shoulder as he was walking out the door. Simon and Gaz both immediately tensed but didn’t have time to call foul. I swear, he’s gonna knock one of them up one day. Indiana muttered before she whistled and Simon’s head snapped to her just in time to catch a set of keys out of the air that she’d launched at him. One scratch on my baby, Ghost and I’ll have yer ass. He smirked under his mask but was already climbing to his feet, quickly tucking the keys in his pocket before Gaz had the mind to try and take them from him.

Simon let out a slow breath as he slid behind the wheel of her car… it was a damned dream and Gaz was already pouting. Don’t see why she lets you drive it. The man muttered as he slouched and continued to sulk. Simon had no idea either… but she had let him borrow this car a few times, in situations just like this. He’d never asked. And she’d never really offered. But as he turned the key and the ram air rumbled to life in a satisfying purr that vibrated his bones, he felt a very good shiver race through him.

He dogged Americans plenty but one thing they got right was the muscle car. He carefully backed the Judge out of the garage and down the lane… and took both himself and Gaz back to base. Her car was this beautiful black color that glinted in the morning sun, catching the rays just right. And it had some damned kick that he loved testing on the short drive. It was almost enough to make a man forget about his worries for just a minute.

Morgan cleaned up after the boys when they left, muttering to herself as she did so. She really had to start hiding her spare key better. Then again… it didn’t bother her all that much, not really. They were her team, what could she say other than that. They’d each of them been through thick and thin together. If Soap wanted to catch a few hours of play time with someone, who was she to stand in the way of that? It wasn’t like it kept her up at night.

Besides, she felt worst for Ghost and Gaz in this situation, they were the ones who’d been forced to sleep on her living room furniture and she knew Ghost didn’t fit on that couch all that well. She knew too that if Ghost really wanted to let them into her house, he could. The fucker had a key. She didn’t know if Soap and Gaz knew that, though. Either way, one day Soap was going to meet his match and then he’d know.

He’d know why she didn’t mind all that much when she came downstairs and saw Ghost on her couch. Or why she didn’t mind letting him drive her precious car. Or why he had all these privileges that none of the others had. As it stood, she was fairly certain that no one knew the whys of it and if she had any say at all in the matter, that was how it was going to stay. She showered and dressed for the day, her mind still rolling over the topic.

She’d been head over for Simon since pretty much the first week she’d been assigned to the one-four-one and ever since she’d figured out that he was so off limits, she’d felt every inch the pathetic woman for it. It had nothing to do with rank and everything to do with the fact that… well, she knew where she stood in the grand scheme of things and it wasn’t on a set of spike heels with her tits thrust up in his face (not that she could get her small boobs to thrust up anywhere).

She figured it out the first time they’d come back from a mission together and they all went to the pub. The first time she watched Ghost hit on some woman who was dressed to the nine and was very much not like herself. All curves and long hair and makeup and short skirts and heels and… she sighed as she tugged her helmet on in her garage. She was never that woman. Was never going to be that woman. And most days, she was fine with that.

She was lithe and strong; she could do things those women couldn’t. She could defend those she cared about, take down men twice her size… but it sucked… just a little… when she had to watch the man that she loved consistently leave the pub with those women. She slapped the sides of her helmet sharply, not even feeling it but more of the action itself. “Stop it.” She growled at herself before she threw her leg over her other baby. One kickstart later and the Indian roared to life, the rumble and the vibration doing well at making her mind go blissfully numb as she made her way to base.

#cod writing #cod fanfic #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #morgan indiana turner OC #cod OC #pining #tomboy OC

[merci-bitch]

please a melissa a nsfw alphabet !!

I’m assuming that you meant Melissa from Abbott Elementary and I would love to! Haha. Gotta love a fiery redhead. Now reading @multimilfs ‘s Melissa fics got me cooking. They write wonderfully and if you haven’t checked their stories out, you definitely should. It’s worth it! Slay bestie 👌🏻

Melissa Schemmenti x Fem!Reader

NSFW Alphabet

warning(s): smut obviously, it’s Melissa in her dangerous habitat

Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Well, to be fair. She might look firey and tough on the outside but Melissa is 100% passion and 100% heart. She cares so much for you, and for the kids at school. And after Joe, she’s always scared it’s going to end up the same way.

But Mel would be good with it, always. She’d force you to drink water, perhaps even have a small bite to eat. If you’ve done something particularly rough, she’d massage your legs and thighs if they cramp.

You of course would do the same for her. Specially the massages. Lay her on her stomach and just do her whole back, legs, everything. She works hard everyday with the kids, and just needs a moment to relax. You get her.

- Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Spicy Mama.

Melissa knows you have an eyesight for her hips. I mean, who wouldn’t ??

She knows she’s an attractive woman and she uses that against you sometimes. Her large chest and her arse in leather pants? You’re done for it.

As I said, she’s 100% heart and passion, but that doesn’t stop her from liking the little things about you. Your freckles if you have them, your hands. She specifically likes your hands…👀 

- Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

Loves filthy kisses after she’d sat on your face. Or the other way around.  

- Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If you’re another teacher at Abbott, and you ride in together, but if you’ve had a rather good morning. She can’t help but send you knowing glares and lingering touches. Who knows what would happen after the children have gone home?…

- Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Melissa knows what she’s doing. She’s been with men and women.

And if you haven’t been with a woman before, Melissa is of course a bit shocked, but she will gladly help you along the way. Sex shouldn’t be embarrassing to talk about. She will be there for you, and will take it in your pace. Whenever you’re ready.  

- Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Melissa likes to be between your legs. The clawing at her hair sometimes drives her crazy. And you just taste divine.

That said, she wouldn’t complain if you went down on her. She’s taught you well. If you ya know what I mean…👀

- Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Since Melissa wants it to be as comfortable as possible I think she will let in a laugh or two. Perhaps stop in between to just lay with you. Stroke your cheek, make you all blushy before continuing.

- Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I don’t think she really cares that much, but she keeps it trimmed.

- Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Melissa is a 100% heart and passion and a south Philly/Sicilian. She knows her way around the kitchen and knows how dance. Of course she’s gonna set something romantic up. Perhaps an anniversary dinner, your favourite meal. Some wine. Candlelit perhaps. And moving to the living room for slow dancing, oml. Yes please.

She loves you, and wants you to know that. She may not say those three words that often but she wants you to know that she loves you either way. She says it in her actions. By making you lunch, or helping yoh grade papers.

- Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Of course girl does it. It’s normal. And when you ain’t around? It’s a nice stress relief.

- Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Wouldn’t say she’s that kinky, but that doesn’t stop her,

Orgasm denial, praise kink, edging, roleplay?, spanking(more playfully) hair pulling

- Location (Favourite places to do the do)

She prefers her own house. Her own place where she can have you where ever she wants without interruptions. It’s her house, she can do whatever the fuck she wants, and that’s you.

The bed is always most comfortable. Shower in the mornings before work. She’d always said kitchen is off limits. But one time, girl just couldn’t help herself.

- Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

I think, you would quite worked up just seeing that glint in her eyes. That mischievous glint she sometimes has. When you know she’s up to no good. She often sends it your way. Knows the effect it has on you. Whenever she wears her famous black leather pants. You’re done for it. It patches her curves so well. You’re sure she was made by the gods themselves.

Now, I wouldn’t say Melissa is a possessive type but she does get quite protective. Perhaps a little jealous at times. You could be at her cousin Annette’s for dinner. Perhaps someone makes a comment on how good you look, and she just tightens her grip on you. It depends on her mood. If she’s had a good day or a bad day.

- NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Doing something around the kids. Or heavy PDA around the kids. Nothing like that at all. Don’t think she’d like anal either. She wouldn’t do anything you wouldn’t like.  

- Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

She loves the look in your eyes when she goes down on you. When you’re completely helpless to her touch. It’s one of her favourite things.

- Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on her mood, but it’s usally in between both rough and gentle. But sometimes, mama spicy becomes a little too teasing for your taste.

- Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Mhm, not sure. It wouldn’t happen in school with the kids around. Or Janine in the position to catch you. And it wouldn’t be quickies if you ask for it at home. She would deny you teasingly and make you wait for the real thing.

Although if you’re out at a bar with the teachers, and drinks are flying even though some might not look like drinkers. Barbra being the Christian woman she is, just watches on by with a smile. Who knows if you and Melissa might disappear into the bathrooms 🤷🏼‍♀️

Of course Barbra knows. She sees the look in Melissa’s eyes afterwards. A teasing smile on her lips.

- Risks (game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

I mean she does take risks, but at a certain level. It depends on what it is.  

- Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Girl can last a long time. She loves the look in your face. Completely covered in sweat, perhaps happy tears. The smell of sex in the air. What a way to end the day.

- Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Course she got them. Her bottom drawer in her nightstand has a few to pick from. She’s got a few vibrators as well. As she said herself, technology is good for when you haven’t been with a man in a while. Or you, in this case.

- Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She’s a teasing woman. But mostly it happens behind her own doors. But again, wouldn’t stop her from sending that mischievous glare your way. That smirk of hers? Boy.  

- Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Melissa is loud, but I wouldn’t say she’s a screamer. She knows what feels good and makes you know you treat her well.

She will make you scream though. If you’re a quiet type. She loves trying to get more and more sounds out of you. Praising you for being such a good girl.

- Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Melissa is a wild one in general. She knows a guy who knows a guy. And in her younger days she might have had sex a little all over the place, now she mostly prefers her own home.

However you make her feel young again in a way. Not just because you’re younger than her, but because of your energy. Your aura just brings her happiness and if you suddenly suggest something wild. Who’s to say she wouldn’t try it?

- X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Just normal underwear, perhaps black lace. Unless she’s feeling frisky one evening. She’s got a silk robe. Maybe she has something under it and maybe she doesn’t…

- Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s fairly normal. Although, if we say you’d never been with a woman before and slowly works you up. You get quite obsessed with this new feeling. Barbra noticing the change in Melissa. How she suddenly seems more relaxed than usual. Melissa just giving her a smirk before turning back to her own lunch.

- ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You sometimes both lay awake and just talk. Sharing small laughs here and there. She’d kiss your forehead and your nose, before giving you a final goodnight kiss. Giving you a smile before you snuggle up to her. Wrapping her arms around you, making sure you’re alright before going to sleep herself.

#melissa schemmenti x reader #abbott elementary #ask

[lunajay33]

Hope☁️

Summary: Reader and Daryl have been together since the start and are now living in Alexandria, but they get caught by the Saviors and this might be her last chance to tell him she’s pregnant

•Masterlist•

“Daryl please don’t go out there” I pleaded

“I have to” he said as he rode off

I ran up to Glenn and Rosita

“Y/n what’s wrong?” Glenn asked

“Daryl he left to go find the others and I’m scared he’s going to do something, please come with me to find him” I pleaded

“Okay let’s go”

We all got in the car and rode off after Daryl, the saviors have been on our asses and I just had this feeling that something was wrong

After a while of driving we caught up to his bike and got him to pull over, I ran out to him and holding him close

“Daryl please come back, somethings gonna go wrong I can feel it” I cried as I brushed his hair back

“I gotta go after them love I can’t leave them out there” he only ever showed me this side of him

“Fine but we are coming with you” i stated

“No you’re going back, I don’t want you out here” he said tracing my hips

“I don’t want you out here either Daryl, I can’t lose you” my lip quivered

“Ya aint gonna lose me” he said wiping my tears away

And that’s when we heard it, the whistling and then everything went black

When I woke up all I saw was black and little streams of light coming in through the holes of what I assumed was a door

“Daryl?” I groaned feeling pain on the back of my head

“Y/n are you okay?” I could feel him holding me close

“Daryl I’m scared what are we gonna do?”

“Why are you so scared suddenly, you’re my girl and ya barely get scared” he asked confused

“Daryl….I need to tell you something”

“What?”

“I’m pre” before I could finish telling him he was gonna be a dad to the baby I’m carrying the doors ripped open and we were all pulled out harshly, being thrown to the ground

I looked up and saw the rest of the group sat in a row, I was sitting next to Abraham and Daryl was further away from me, now in the light I could see he put up a fight when we got taken and it broke my heart

“I think you’re ready to see the man himself” a man with half his face burned said as he went and knocked on the RV

A tall man walked out, a bat wrapped in barb wire, I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest, my palms sweating, what if I die here or Daryl and I don’t even get to tell him I’m pregnant

“Are we pissing our pants yet?” He stated walking back and forth looking at each one of us

He mainly spoke to Rick seeing as he was the leader, he wanted Rick to submit to him to be one of his people

“Maybe Rick will be with me and if not, well, we can just turn these people inside out, won't we?I mean...the ones that are left” he said making me panic more, I didn’t know what to do and that man realized I was panicking

He came over laughing kneeling infront of me

“Oh sugar, that’s what I like to see, pure panic, utter terror” he said squeezing my jaw

I glanced over at Daryl seeing him grasp and dig his hands into the dirt, unfortunately Negans eyes followed mine

“Ohohoho, mans over here’s got himself some ass” he said making his group laugh

“Now tell me, how’d a guy like you land a beauty like that?”

“Cuz I ain’t a prick” Daryl said making him laugh

“You got fight, I like that”

“I got an idea….my mother…told me…to pick…the very…best….and you….are….it, anybody moves, anybody says anything cut the other boys eye out and feed it to his father, You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry, hell you’re all gonna be doing that” and with that he smashed his bat down on Abraham’s head, blood spilling down his head

It felt like I couldn’t breathe, like my brain stopped, I just stared in horror

“Wow taking it like a champ”

“Suck…..my……nuts” he slurred out

Negan bashed his head in over and over and over again, flinching when the blood spattered on me I could feel it painting my face, I looked at his mushed head, the pain hurt so much the fear was overwhelming and the utter sight in front of me made me throw up

“God damn girl, you really got a weak stomach” this was normal for me, it was definitely the pregnancy

“Maybe I should put you out of your misery in the hard to stomach world, you wouldn’t be useful” he said waving his bat infront of me

“No no no please no, you can’t I….I”

“Spit it out” he yelled

“I’m pregnant”

“Damn you really were getting ass” he laughed, Daryl looked at me tears streaming down his face

“Ohhhhh you didn’t know, what a shame” negan said noticing the looks we were giving each other

I could see the anger rise in Daryl, he shot up and punched Negan

“Daryl NO” I cried

“That is a no no, I told you people once, the first times free but now… there’s consequences, so…back to it” he turned around and again took another member away from us, he killed Glenn, I felt like my heart had broken into a million pieces

We sat there for hours as he tortured us

“Suns rising bout time to end this, load him up” he said pointing to Daryl

“No please I need him” I pleaded

“He’s mine now sugar”

The saviors left, left with my love, with my everything, left us all here broken

I needed to get him back, this can’t be it

—-//—-////——

PART 2

#twd fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon #daryl dixion x reader #twd fluff #pregnant

[glass-frogs-and-dragons]

Who would you call if the world was ending?

Prompt 887 by @creativepromptsforwriting (@creativepromptfills xo)

Fandom: DC

Summary: The world is ending and, of all the people he could have called, Jason ends up calling Bruce

Pairing: Jason Todd/ Roy Harper (minor)

Beep beep. Beep beep.

The caller you are trying to reach is occupied or out of service. Please, leave a message.

Beep.

Hey Bruce, It’s… It’s Jason. I’m pretty sure you already know, given that it’s you and all, but… yeah. The world is ending and people are doing jack shit about it! Big surprise there. I… you weren’t the first person I was planning on calling. I mean, you didn’t even make the first fucking ten, but… Look, I didn’t want to tell you about this, but Roy’s also doing it and I suppose I should too. Come clean about shit, I mean, tell you stuff. 

I’m not going to apologise for what I did. We both have different ideas of justice and yeah, I killed, but I killed because those fuckers had too many second chances and didn’t fucking take them. I may have gotten a morbid sorta thrill out of it at first, but I don’t fucking like it. I do it ‘cause it’s what I gotta do now. But, whatever I do, whatever your fucking reasons are not to let me come back home, I’m not the only one at fault here.

Dickface always said that taking care of family is one of the most important things, hypocritical as that may be, and I ain’t gonna be at fault for that. I have taken care of my family as well as I fucking could, and the fact that none of you bats have noticed should give you a hint about the problem, huh? The fact that none of you knew? 

…

Joder, no puedo hacer esto. Esto ha sido un error.

…

I have a husband. I have a daughter too, and they are the best fucking thing to happen to me, possibly in my whole life. I feel the luckiest man to have them, and I honestly don’t fucking get how you could fuck all of us up this badly if this is what having a child feels like. The reason I never told any of you (except for Alfred. You can’t hide secrets from Alfred) is because… well… they’re my family. You would judge and think they’re not enough, or that I’m not enough and drive us apart somehow, even if you don’t mean to.

And that’s without mentioning any bat business.

I- Roy is asking me not to be too mean to you. I guess he’s right, but he can’t really have a full conversation with Ollie without it ending in a screaming match, so who’s winning here?

Okay, he’s telling me now that he can, thank you very much, but Oliver’s a fucking prick so he won’t even try to. And he’s also telling me that daddy issues aren’t a competition, Jaybird. Que se joda.

Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that… yeah, well, the world is ending and there is nothing Roy or I could do about it. I mean, is there anything anyone can do? Arrows and guns? How the fuck would we be useful? 

I know that if you had actually answered the call, you would be yelling at me about duty and shit; asking me to do the fucking impossible like always. Well, guess fucking what? I am doing my duty to my fucking family because they are the most important to me, and I fucking wonder what-

…

Roy’s telling me to stop fighting with you, and he’s right. It ain’t my business anymore. What you decide to do with your fucking dysfunctional family, leave me out of it. I was just hoping, for their sake… Fuck, I’m going to regret this, aren’t I? But hey, the world is fucking ending, so who cares, right?

I miss my dad, okay? I miss the guy who would take me to museums and watch movies with me and comfort me when I had nightmares. Yeah, he might have kinda sucked at it but at least he was trying and he was there and I thought he might have fucking loved me. Because a parent’s love is meant to be unconditional and maybe the other brats and Dickface miss you as much as… as much as I do. 

You can actually be there for them, make me the guinea pig or whatever.

I wanted… I wanted a home and a family to come back to when the world was crumbling down and mira por dónde, now it is! And… and Roy and Lian and I will stay together as a fucking family until we get pulled under. I called to apologise, but fuck that. I doubt you’re even at home with your kids, so right now I don’t owe jack shit to you because you can’t do the bare fucking minimum to be a father. 

I guess… I guess this is goodbye, then.

Seems fitting that the one chance I get for this you can’t even answer the damn phone.

Goodbye da- Goodbye, Bruce.

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Come home, Jaylad. The whole family is here. Bring Roy and Lian too, they’ll be safe… Read more

Translations:

Joder, no puedo hacer esto. Esto ha sido un error.→ fuck, I can’t do this. This has been a mistake.

Que se joda→ He can go fuck himself

Mira por dónde→ guess what

#writing prompts #my fics #jason todd #bruce wayne #jayroy #phone calls

[acommonwhor3]

Emerald Haywood x Reader

Ok so, I wrote this in about a day so please give me some slack. This was low key rushed.

This is my first time really writing suggestive stuff.

Song suggestions: So Fresh, So Clean-Outkast, Throw Sum Mo-Rae Sremmurd, and Come Closer-Wizkid.

Remember bolded words are thoughts.

Warnings: Cursing and implead drinking

Emerald’s POV

“Are you sure you have everything?” Oj asked as he watched Emerald scurrying around her room. “Yeah……? I think?” Emerald said timidly. “Em!” Oj he said concerned. “If I need anything I’ll just buy it. I gotta gooooo!” She said as she quickly slipped passed Oj. Running down the stairs into the kitchen, grabbing any snacks she could find. She stops when she sees a picture of her father. Swallowing hard she grabs the photo and stuffs it in her tote. For good luck.

“Do you even have enough money? You’re gonna be gone for almost a month.” Oj exclaimed still looking concerned. “I’ll be fine, and besides this gig is bringing in some dough!” She said with amusement. Oj rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Be Careful!” Oj said following her as she ran out the door. “Oj, it’s not like I’m leaving the country! I’m only going to LA. It’s like an hour away.” She said getting in her car.

“Ok…..take this.” He says as he pulls out three hundred dollar bills. “Before you decline, just take it. It will make me feel better that you have at least something in your pocket.” He says looking away. “Oj-“ “Nope, I’m not taking it back” Oj says as he turns around. “Oj-“ Em shouted. “I love you, sis, be careful.” Oj says as he walks up the stairs. “Love you too.” Em shouts out the window as she drives off. “Lord let this gig be something.” Oj said to himself.

*play So Fresh, So Clean.

“Ain’t nobody dope as me…. I’m just so fresh, so clean!”

“So fresh and so clean, clean!” Em shouted as she pulled up to her Airbnb. Damn, this is nice. After a long and deep sigh, she said “Ok, here we go.” She started taking out her luggage and walked in. After some time her stomach started to growl and ache. “Damn, I’m hungry. I’m pretty sure there’s a market down the street I saw.” She said as she grabbed her keys.

Y/N’s POV

“Carrots, milk, meat, water, chips, and fruit.” You said to yourself as you walked into the store. As you scanned through the aisles, you decided to get your chips first. Here we go, Salt and Vinegar. Ohhh they have butter pretzels! As you were trying to decide on which chips to buy, a girl comes down the aisle humming which sounded like Family’s Ties. “Jumpin' in that-...Summon that bitch” The girl sang softly as scanned the aisle for cookies. She noticed you were lost in thought and said “Just get both, baby!” The girl said. “What?” You said turning around with a questioning look.

The girl was leaning on the basket looking you up and down with a sly smile. She was wearing high-waisted jean shorts with a Chicago button-up jersey. Couldn’t deny it, but she was kinda fine. You thought. “I said, just get both, baby.” She exclaimed chuckling. “Oh….OH!” You said laughing finally understanding. “Oh trust me I will.” You said as you placed the bags in your basket. You both stare at each for a couple of seconds before you smile. “Well have a good day!” You say as you walked off. “You too!” The girl said watching you walk away.

You smile to yourself feeling butterflies in your stomach. Ok, where’s the milk? You think as you continue shopping. As you clear your list you noticed you haven’t gotten your fruits. Hmmm, I kinda want grapefruit and strawberries. You thought as you walked toward the produce section. While browsing through the different grapefruits the girl from earlier walked up next to you, and took the grapefruit out of your hand. She started to check to see if it was good. “Definitely take this one! It’s perfect. It’s sweet, juicy, and plump.” She said slowly while looking at you with low eyes. Your eyes grew big and your thoughts ran wild. Gosh, the things I’d let her do to m-… No Y/N, you don’t even know this girl!

“I-I-“ You say as you tried to find the words to say. “I hope to see you again, beautiful! The names Emerald by the way!” The girl said before placing the fruit in your cart. “And I wasn’t just describing the fruit.” She whispered close to your ear, your knees getting weak. “See ya, babe!” She said before walking off. A chill ran down your body sending it straight to your…Nope, Nope we don’t know them. You cleared your thoughts before going to check out.

Emerald’s POV

“Mark, you know I can’t go. I have to start shooting tomorrow and I have to be there super early.” She said to her friend on the phone. “Oh come on, Em! It’s your first night in LA, and I want it to be special!” Mark exclaimed with pleading eyes. “Mark-“ Emerald started. “Only for like two hours maybe three. And hey, you might meet someone.” Mark said laughing. “I’m only here for business, but two hours wouldn’t hurt.” Emerald said as Mark smiled. “Yes, I’d known you come around! I promise to have you home by at least one.” Mark said. “One, Mark I can’t-“ Emerald was cut off by the sound of the call ending. “Did this nigga just hung up on me.” Emerald said while laughing.*Be ready by 10, I’ll pick you up* A message I got from Mark.

Y/N’s POV

*Play Throw Sum Mo~Rae Sremmurd*

“Franklins (Hunnids) rainin’ on your bodyyyyy….Rainin’ on your bodyyy!”

You sang softly as your friend slowly grinded on you to the beat. “Ayeeee!” You shout. “This is my song!” Your friend Jayden said as she started dancing regularly. “No one here is cute, I kinda wanna leave.” Jayden said frowning. “Just wait, it’s only 10. You know people don’t pop out until after 11:00. And besides this will probably be the last time we go out for a while. We have the project coming up you know.” You said trying to cheer her up. “I guess, but can we get some drinks.” She said pleading. “Yeah, but not too much the shooting starts tomorrow.” You say as y’all walked to the bar. “Whatever mom!” Jayden said while rolling her eyes. “Four shots of Patron please!” You say shouting over the music.

As you waited for your shots, someone across the club catches your eye. Is that the girl from the grocery store? What was her name? Emery no Emra- Your thoughts were occupied when your friend said the shots were ready. “Oh thank you.” You said as the bartender placed the drinks down. I won’t lie, drinking was never your thing for real. However smoking, now that’s another story. “Girl, Hurry up I wanna go dance again!” Jayden said as she swallowed down the last shot. “Awww, shit! That’s some strong stuff.” You said with your face scrunched up. “Bitch, come on.” Jayden said. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” You said as she dragged you to the floor.

*play Come Closer-Wizkid*

“Came into the game, no one replace me… Me love my Hennessy straight with no chaser.”

As I started to whine my hips, I felt someone behind me. As you turn around about to go off, you are shocked to find Emerald dancing behind you. Your eyes grew big, but she gave you a reassuring look calming you down. “Yeah baby come closer!” She sung to you as she continued to dance with you. You turn back around relaxing as you pressed your ass against her core. Grabbing your waist she started to match your rhythm to the music.

While you feel Emerald gently grind against, you feel your core tighten around nothing. You turn around and put your arms around her shoulders. Before slowly whining your hip toward the floor dragging your hand down her body, keeping eye contact the whole way down. “I never properly introduced myself, my name is Y/N.” You said, as you slowly came up from the ground looking at her with low eyes. She slowly grabbed your neck and pulled you close. You felt your lips brush, but before you could go in for a kiss she pulls away. “Thanks for the dance, Y/N. It was fun.” She said as she gave you a quick smirk while walking off.

Wtf...

#black y/n #em x reader #emerald haywood #emerald haywood x reader #lgbtq #poc lesbian #lesbian #nope x reader #nope #nope 2022

[mrfelixfischoeder]

I wish you would write a fic where Cal & Pickles babysit Seth's son for a day

this got.... so long....... but i love it. thank you!!!

Australia. Fucking, Australia. They had to gig there again at some point, and Pickles knows any time would be too soon, so might as well rip the band-aid off. The “We Will Get Better” tour is being accepted on a broader scale than imagined. The world is ablaze, or mostly is now, but everyone still wants to preach to the choir. Sing the hymns that Nathan gives them and raise their hands in praise.

“Fuck, Australia got hit bad.” Pickles remarks, staring out of their hotel room window at what is left of Sydney – the place is awful. Calypso clears her throat.

“Uh, actually, because of its location, only the West got hit by the Doomstar… Australia’s one of the few places that didn’t get, like, wrecked completely…”

“Oh… Well… Shit.”

She laughs, until there’s a knock on the door. She barely has it open before the person on the other side barges in, Seth grinning in his sickening way as he sees Pickles first thing. Pickles glares, watching Cal flex her fist before thinking better of it. He saunters in, a small figure behind him.

“Hey brother, you didn’t come by and see me when you landed.” He muses, the fake accent grating on Pickles. Not that he has any pride in where he comes from – but somehow when Seth gets involved, he can be mad about anything. “Gutted but uh – I’ll get over it. Hey, listen, your ain’t playing tonight, huh?”

“No, Cal and I are- we’re tomorrow.” Pickles is thankful for the swapping aspect of the band, if only because he can fiddle with the roster and get some alone time with her.

“Cool, cool, cool, cool, uh hey, this is my son.” Seth steps aside, looking out at the city – his city, as far as he’s concerned. The mayor can go stick a rusty nail up his ass. Anyone who helps run Dethklok, runs the world. Seth knows that now; he knows how to play the game. “Look, I’m kinda busy today. Amber wants to uh, I dunno, go shoppin’. I dunno. But we need to, y’know, bond. Get close again. Can’t do that with this little guy around, right? You get where I’m goin’ with this, brother.” Pickles’ face crumples, “Look, you got a whole, a whole day to yourself. I don’t get any time. With Amber or myself, haha. So do me a favour, huh?”

“Do you a favour,” Pickles is interrupted by Seth shoving a paper bag in his arms, “Seth, look, Cal and I gotta relax before the gig tomorrow, and we probably gotta help ‘em set up,”

“Sounds fun,” Seth is not listening, walking back towards the door – he stops by his son, patting him on the head, and the boy leans back out of his reach, “Alright, you can send him home at uh, 9.”

“Nine?!” Cal snaps, but Seth barely looks at her, walking out backwards and giving Pickles some very lazy finger guns.

“Thanks, brother.”

The door slams shut. Cal and Pickles look at each other, and then down at the red headed boy who is playing with the fringes of the blanket on the bed. He finally looks up at them. Immediately Cal can’t be mad – cause she isn’t gonna be mad at a kid. But Pickles is still tense, and he slams the paper bag down on the desk. “This ain’t fair! He can’t keep doin’ this to me, man! I told you every time I’m near him, he just drives me fucking insane!”

“I know- Pickles,” Cal walks over, trying to quell him before he says something he might regret. Pickles shakes her away.

“No, I can’t keep doin’ this, he sucks! I don’t wanna fuckin’ babysit a kid, I wanna go out for a fuckin’ drink with my girlfriend, and see my friends play their fuckin’ music!”

“PICKLES!” Cal raises her voice over him, angling her head at the nephew. He’s staring at them, still, but with a more resigned expression than she expected. Pickles freezes, staring down at the boy. Red headed, in clothes that don’t quite fit. He’s trying to stay angry, trying to keep it all contained so that he can release it on Seth later. But he’s angry now, and Seth isn’t here now, so what good is that? No doubt he won’t even be around at 9 either.

“Oh.” He deflates, “Uh – sorry. Kid.”

“Ok.”

Pickles feels even worse. He wonders what Seth is like as a parent – how often Amber is on her phone, or if she tries at least… A little. He’s never been interested in being a dad, mostly because he’s older now and it isn’t in the cards for him anymore. He doesn’t know how to interact with this kid. But he doesn’t have to be the kid’s dad – he just has to be… Present. “You wanna watch tv?”

The boy sits on the bed, legs crossed, and eats his little grapes. Cal watches, and peers into the bag for the rest of his lunch; a sandwich, pathetic and squished, with a bite out of it already. That’s it? “This is pathetic.” Cal whispers to Pickles, who glances at the back.

“Seems like a pretty normal lunch to me.”

Cal rolls her eyes, patting Pickles on the arm, “Oh, sug’.” She ignores Pickles’ questioning look, knowing they’ll get into it later. “I’m gonna go get some real food – you’d like that, right? Both of ya?”

“Yeah!”

“O-Okay.” Pickles suddenly follows her to the door, “Wait, can I go too,”

“Hon, no.” she pushes him back into the room, “I won’t be long, alright?”

“You can’t leave me alone wit’ him! What do we talk about?”

“He’s watching tv, he won’t even want to talk.” She leans in and kisses his cheek – and though he looks worried, he leans his head to kiss her cheek back before she retreats. “I won’t be long. Promise.”

And then she closes the door. He turns, and well, true enough: the boy is just staring at the tv, perhaps willing Pickles to disappear into another dimension.

Pickles stares at the tv. A kid’s show – or a babies show, really – with Anthro dogs. The only reason he even recognises it is, he knows the episode: Toki has some of the stuffed animals in his room. “Aren’t you too old for this?”

“Aren’t you too bald for that hair cut?” he snaps back, and Pickles clenches his fist. But he’s a kid. He’s a kid. He’s a kid. And it was so quick, he almost admires it. Suddenly a Lhasa Apso came on screen, with exaggerated snout whiskers. Toki’s voice comes out of it, and then a red Komondor appears on the other side of the titular character. Pickles barely remembers recording those lines.

“You know dat’s me, right?” he points. His nephew looks sceptical, but does seem familiar enough.

He hesitates before replying, as if he might get into trouble, but surely if his dad said it then there must be some truth to it: “My dad says you don’t do anything.”

“Your dad doesn’t know shit.” He doesn’t hold back, tired of sticking up for Seth or saving his ass when it is undeserved. And his nephew doesn’t seem phased by the language or the disparaging comments. “I saved the world, kid.”

“That’s kinda cool.” He mutters, and Pickles almost straightens up. They both sit quiet, and when the episode ends, Pickles offers to show him some real entertainment, changing it to a rock music channel. The boy’s eyes widen as he stares at the guitars and the drums and the music fills the room. He’s enamoured; neither of them speak.

Then Cal comes back with proper food – burgers and fries and chicken nuggets and juice. Both boys’ faces light up and they grin, and Cal looks between them both. It’s like staring at the past and the present. The moment she puts the stuff down on the bed, they rip apart the bags, creating a free for all.

“What happened to your eye?” the boy peers at her, and Cal hesitates. Pickles doesn’t give any helpful indication of what to do. She shrugs, crossing her legs.

“Uhm, I got into a fight. They took it out.”

“Sick.” The boy stares at her, but it isn’t in disgust. She looks back at him, smirking a little.

“You ever get into any fights?”

“Ugh, yeah.” He jabs a fry into the sauce, “Peter keeps shoving me into lockers ‘cause of dad. He sucks.”

“Fuck yeah!” Pickles can’t hold back, and he doesn’t even care about the look Cal gives him. “I’ll drink t’that!”

He holds out his beer, crouching to get to face height. He raises an eyebrow, and Pickles picks up the boy’s wrist and clinks his beer with his juice box, “Why aren’t you fightin’ back?”

“I dunno how.” He mumbles, sipping his apple juice, watching the way Pickles downs his beer. Cal makes a face, shaking her head and finishing the nugget in her hand.

“Nuh-uh, that won’t fly with me.” She stands, gesturing for him to stand too – “I’ll show you some defensive stuff, ‘kay? And then I’ll show you an uppercut. And some other stuff if we have time.”

Pickles watches her, leaning back on the headboard of the bed. He smirks a little, and his nephew seems absolutely ready to learn. She shows him a block, and how to tip someone over his shoulder (he laughs so loudly, so jovially, as Cal picks him up and throws him back onto the bed. Pickles can’t help but laugh too). And then she shows him how to trap someone’s arm, “And if you do it this way, you’ll break it. But uh, y’know. You’ll only use that in self-defence, right?” she stares at him, and he nods slowly, “Ya promise?” she holds out her pinky. She notices he hesitates, before finally interlocking his pinky with hers, and they shake on it. Unable to stay out of the conversation, Pickles offers to show some more backhanded stuff; less flashy, but it got him out of plenty of situations on the streets.

Before they know it, a Klokateer knocks on their door.

“We have been contacted by your brother, my lord. He wants his child back.”

“Oh – uh,” Pickles looks over at his nephew, who is drawing something with Cal, “Really? So soon?”

“It is midnight, my lord.” He pauses, “And a school night.”

“Oh.” Pickles assumes that’s a bad thing. The boy looks up, and Cal notices the way his face changes. He knows it’s time to go home. “Okay, well uh – let’s go, kid.” He waves him over. The boy reluctantly makes his way to the door, and Pickles hesitates. They stare at each other, and Pickles can’t handle the vulnerable, truthful face of a child up close. He kneels down. “Look, uh, come see me play tamarrow, okay? I’ll send Seth tickets, right? VIP. You can watch me and Cal do our thing. And we’re the best.”

They smile at each other. His nephew hands him the paper he was doodling on, before saying bye to them both. At least he was leaving the room with a smile. When he feels Cal stand next to him, he looks down at the paper: a fairly well put together drawing of Pickles playing the drums and his nephew playing a guitar. Or a bass. There’s seven strings, so it’s hard to tell.

“Aw, well.” He takes in a deep breath, “That uh, you know. That was fun. He’s cool, y’know?”

“Wonder where he got that from.” Cal wraps her arms around Pickles waist, chin on his shoulder. He tries to humble himself with a laugh. But he sees it too. She pauses, thinking. “Do you remember his name?”

“. . . Ah shit.”

#mtl oc #pickles x oc #pickles x calypso #calypso #writing prompt #oc x pickles #mtl seth

[aritamargarita]

ATTITUDE || 018

hey guys. so i decided to upload the regular installment instead, it would make more sense chronologically (when do i ever follow timeline though lmfao) since there’s one match in the Christmas episode that’s really important and it ain’t the eggnog match LMAOO

ik after last chapter being a complete mess we need a break. reader said she'll make lita scream but now they're chillin getting snacks smh... its like..."cant stand her fake ass!!" 10 minutes later: ME AND THE BESTIEEE

nellieee & rated: sweethearts readers. this one is for you..the girls that get it GET IT

to all my fellow jeff fans, this is a love letter from me to you. i hope you enjoy, i felt kinda eeerrrhhh this chapter but only cause i had to keep rereading it lol

THE SHOW’S OVER! You felt really, really hungry. Not for actual food, you wanted some junk food. It’s a candy extravanganza.

You took the liberty to ride with Lita, with you two leaving as early as possible in order to stock up on snacks. The both of you had that segment together so it was pretty easy for the both of you to meet up afterward.

She mentioned Matt left his camcorder in the car, so you picked it up and started to record. He may be pretty iffy on you, but you figured you may as well leave a gift for him.

Just because you can.

“Hello world!” After making extra sure that it was actually recording, you turn the camera towards yourself. “And hello Matt’s camera. I’m sorry for taking most of your film!” You then turn the camera towards Lita, zooming in slightly. “Your little girlfriend is driving.”

For a split second, Lita takes her eyes off the road and swats at you.

“Woah, woah, woah, focus on the road!” You complain. For someone who was so insistent on driving, she sure enjoyed trying to be a passenger. She’s been messing with you for this whoooleee ride. More than likely it was because of your Mapquest directions….

“We’re gonna stop for some snacks. Don’t Canadians have chocolate smarties??” You question.

“Pretty sure they do.” Lita nodded. “Trish mentioned it before.”

Oh shit! SHE IS CANADIAN!! You forgot! Now that you think about it, most of your coworkers were Canadian too.

The hotel wasn’t that far, but the detour you two were taking probably was going to make it a bit longer than that. Not that bad, you two were just getting back a little later tonight.

“I need my fix of candy,” You say, turning the camera over to the 7/11 sign that was now coming into view. “Something that’ll make my teeth fall out.”

“Then you can put them under your pillow for the tooth fairy.” Lita suggests. “I’m sure you’ll get a lot of money for it.”

“Yeah, right. If the tooth fairy was even real.”

There’s silence for a moment before Lita stops the car just as she’s about to park. “…The tooth fairy isn’t real?”

You look at her slowly. Did she really ask that? “No. No, the tooth fairy isn’t real.”

“Damn. I’ve been lied to my entire life.” She says, running a hand through her hair. She looks absolutely destroyed by this new information.

You’re just surprised she even thought the tooth fairy was real. “No one told you this entire time? Ma’am…y…”

“Listen, I need some time away to think about this.” Lita says dramatically. What, were you going to say that Santa Claus wasn’t real either?! You do believe in Santa, so she’s safe for now. “Grab what you want. I’ve gotta get gas, I’ll be in to fill my arms with as many snacks A-S-A-P.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You wave your hand at her. “…Oh, shit, there’s a Subway here too. Is that Tim Horton’s? I haven’t had that in a while. Let’s grab—“

Lita shakes her head. “Nope. I’m in charge tonight, we’re going to IHOP. No ifs, ands, or buts. I printed out the directions! Look in the glove compartment.”

You pop it open and pull out folded paper. You look at her and she motions her hand towards it, making you unwrap it into it’s true form. A huge ass map with directions printed clear on the side.

Wow. She was serious.

“…Let me get out of here.” You open the door and get out of the car, tossing the map back into your seat.

Mission 7/11 was in full effect. Once you enter the convenience store, you look around. It was pretty empty. Maybe one or two cars were around. It’s only about 10 pm, so you wonder where everyone’s ran off to.

The bright lights of the store make you blink a few times. Damn, they turned the brightness UP. Your eyes had gotten used to the dark car. “Evening.” You greet the cashier at the counter.

He looks up from the magazine he was reading for a second. “Evening.” But then he does a double take. He couldn’t believe it. You’re [Name] from the WWF! “Holy shit—hey, excuse me?”

You’re about to walk into one of aisles, but you stop, turning over to the cashier. “Yeah?”

“Are you…” He pauses for a moment. “You’re [Name], right?? The wrestler.”

“I do!” You confirm with a nod. “You know me?”

“You’re literally my favorite wrestler.” He says. “I know there was a show tonight, my boyfriend’s been paging me like crazy! I got him to tape it for me since I’m working, but I don’t want him to spoil it.”

“You won’t get any outta me either.” You reassure with a smile. Your eyes look down to his name tag curiously. Jean-Pierre, huh?

“Well, wait….is Lita in it?” He asks, quickly caving in. It be like that sometimes. “I’ve gotta know. She’s my favorite too.”

Man, wouldn’t he be surprised. “Oh, she’s in it alright…...”

“What does that mean?! No, don’t tell me!” He shakes his head, looking away from you.

You’ve always enjoyed meeting fans. People who appreciate what you do in the ring was always pleasure.

…It gives you a idea, actually. You hold out a finger to him. “One second.” You hate to be one of those customers, but you had to! You wanted to take a picture with him. But he wouldn’t know until you check out, that is. It’s the least you could do!

Especially since Lita’s traveling with you. It just works, man. Speaking of that lady, where the hell did she go?? Gas does not take that long to pump. She’s crucial in this plan. You go back into the aisles, not only searching for cameras, but for Lita as well.

The place isn’t huge, per say, but it had a lot of items. There’s giftcards, magazines (is that a Raw magazine?), just about anything you could think of. It’s a convenience store, after all…

You totally got distracted for a minute looking at the Stacker 2 bottle. You really hope they give you a commercial for that, even if you don’t really use fat burners.

Finally finding a small aisle for miscellaneous items, you lean down to look at your options.

There’s only two FujiFilm cameras left on the shelf. You’re feeling greedy, so you just take both of them. Heading back up to the front, you place them on the counter. “Just these:”

He doesn’t exactly catch on quite yet, so he rings you out without a second thought. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

You weren’t exactly ready for the question he had next though.

“Jeff Hardy or Raven?”

It immediately makes you laugh. Whether it was out of nervousness or just the fact you found it hilarious, you truly didn’t know. “Can’t tell you. Who do you like with me better?”

“Gotta say…” He thinks about it for a moment after bagging your items. “Jeff Hardy. You two are really cute together.”

Huh….interesting. People really liked you and Jeff together, you couldn’t see it, but hey, an opinion is an opinion.

Lita finally comes in, waving at the cashier and shooting you finger guns. “Sorry. The pump wouldn’t take my card. I got it this time though.”

Somehow, the surprise was a bit ruined in your eyes. Jean-Pierre looked like his eyes would pop out of their sockets. Both of his favorite wrestlers were here!! He rubs his eyes, trying to wake up from this dream.

Holy shit, this is reality! He doesn’t even know what to say at first, completely starstruck. You take the opportunity to speak up for him, waving one of the cameras.

“…Want a picture?”

He sure as hell did, why was that even a question? The fact you two came to this location is amazing. It’s small, so it’s fairly easy to miss. This has gotta be the best shift he’s ever had.

“Wait, hold on, let me get snacks first.” Lita says, rushing into one of the aisles. You playfully roll your eyes and unbox the camera.

“We don’t need her! Let’s take a picture with just us two.”

You, Lita, and the young man at the register were chatting up a storm for quite a bit after checking out and taking pictures. You all talked about your favorite matches in history and things you felt inspired by.

All good things have to come to an end unfortunately. You both wave to him goodbye, letting him keep one of the cameras that had your photos on it. There’s twenty seven exposures in total, so he could use the rest however he pleases.

You’ll have to come again sometime, maybe when Raw or Smackdown is in town. Very convenient place too, you’d get Subway, but Lita forced you to go to IHOP. It’s like she has a gun to your head.

You’re behind the wheel, meanwhile Lita’s holding up the directions and reading out the directions to you. Every so often, she’d look out the window to make sure you were going the right direction.

No more mistakes. Tonight, Lita’s about to enjoy her time at the International House of Pancakes. She’s been waiting for this all week! “Okay, [Name], make a left here…” She’d guide you.

You could tell she’s excited. You don’t get why she’s so excited. You’re ordering a Belgian Waffle to spite her. To spite her and give an ode to RVD saying it’s the capital of Brussels. Bless him.

In little to no time, you pull up to the restaurant. Lita says it’s all thanks to her directions, but you pay her no mind.

You two get out of the car and head to the doors. You open one up and immediately try closing it quickly behind you, making Lita pull on the handle to try and open it again.

“Oh, you fucking—“ She curses, lightly hitting you in the back as soon as she gets in. You laugh as you walk towards the front counter.

Before you can ask for a table, Lita shakes her head and grabs your hand. “No need. I’ve already called it in.”

Huh. She was serious about this pancake situation. She must’ve called it in while she was outside or something. You go along with it, letting her drag you to one of the tables nearby a window.

…Wait, didn’t a hostess have to sit you down? You’re just about to question her when your eyes fall on two familiar people sitting in a booth.

It’s Matt…..and…..Jeff. Both of them were there. Matt didn’t seem too surprised, but Jeff on the other hand seemed shocked you were even here.

Lita lets go of your hand. “Wow! What a coincidence,” She says, putting her hands on her hips. “I had no clue you guys would be here tonight…”

You slowly look at Lita. There are no words to describe how irritated you were. It’s no wonder she merrily skipped past the desk and any hostesses. Does she think you’re stupid?

You want to leave. Seeing Jeff was starting to make you sick to your stomach.

“Are ya’….gonna sit?” Jeff suddenly asks, scooting over. It’s obvious he wants you next to him.

“…I guess.” You have no choice, so you sit down right next to him as Lita sits next to Matt.

Across from you, the two of them spare glances to each other, almost like they were communicating telepathically or something.

“We have to use the bathroom.” Lita announced, jumping out of her seat. She reaches over and grabs Matt to bring him out.

He nods with her. “Yeah. We’ll be back.” The two leave you and Jeff alone, but unbeknownst to you two, they weren’t too far away..

You hate them. They’re doing this on purpose. This must’ve been premeditated. You’re going to kill Lita and then yourself. Damn it.

“If you’re wondering, I’m not mad at ya’ or anything.” He says, setting his hand on the table.

Unable to look him in the eye, you turn your attention toward his hand.

He painted his nails…cute.

“I’m mad at Raven,” He continues. “He doesn’t deserve you. I think he’s just using you. I know we had something, [Name]. Don’t tell me it was nothing when we kissed.”

The more he talks, the more guilty you’re starting to feel. You’re not entirely sure what to say, either. Your mouth starts to feel uncomfortably dry as you look down under the table. “Did you get any water? Phew.”

“….” He doesn’t say anything at first, instead pushing his glass of water towards you. “Didn’t drink out of it. It’s all yours.”

You happily open a straw lying on the table and drink some.

“It would’ve gone further if my neck wasn’t hurting.” He admits. “It’s risky, but I just wanted you all to myself on that table.”

You look around as you sip your water. Thank goodness his voice was pretty quiet. He sounded tired and you couldn’t blame him. You’re starting to feel a little worn down from the show today, too.

Without you staring at him, he doesn’t think you’re taking him seriously. “Look at me, [Name]..”

You don’t.

Even as you can see him expectantly staring at you from the corner of your eye, you just decide to stare straight ahead.

And Jeff has already had enough. He takes his hand and decides to pull your face towards him. You’re taken aback by it.

He too, seems surprised that he’s even done it. “I…sorry. I just want ya’ to look at me…”

You’re conflicted. You don’t know whether you want to slap him down or just kiss him. Even if the latter made you feel guilty.

“I would say you’re my muse, darling.” The pet name makes you flinch. “I’ve..painted you at least 3 times now.”

“Three times?” You repeat. “Three times….when can I see these paintings?”

Three times is crazy to you. You’re hoping he isn’t too crazy for you right now, this is just a horrible time.

“I don’t have it with me right now. Maybe next time I see you.”

Boo…..

Jeff feels like he’s making progress with you. He feels like the luckiest man in the world because you haven’t shoved him away yet.

He feels even luckier when you don’t reject his advance. He takes your hand into his own, the two of you quickly interlocking fingers with one another.

You still think this was wrong. However, your heart was telling you otherwise. The moment he squeezes your hand is when you feel like Jeff’s the one you want right now.

“WE’RE BACK!” Lita announces, a smile on her face. Matt trails behind her, nodding to the both of you. The two slide right back into their seats and the waitress comes over just in time.

Lita seems to eye you and Jeff holding hands on the table, a smirk playing on her lips. You remind yourself to strangle her when you get the chance, though that time may come after Vengeance.

Even the trip back to the hotel was calm. Jeff wanted you to go with him instead. Lita almost pushes you towards him, eager for you two to actually be alone. She knows her and Matt were having issues, but she definitely wants you two to sort shit out.

She can tell that Jeff really likes you. He always has, just didn’t know how to go about it.

Hand in hand, you two make your way upstairs. “Are you scared for your match?” You suddenly ask, swinging your hand.

“Nah.” He shakes his head. “It is what it is. If Matt wants a challenge, then so be it. I just wish he didn’t bring Lita into it.”

You make a noise, signifying that you agree. Poor Lita, she’s in the midst of their rivalry.

“Hold on, my room is right here.” You start to pull out your keycard. “Are you coming in or you just wanted to walk me?”

“I can come in if ya’ want.”

The answer is absolutely. You do want him to come in. “Feel free.” You unlock the door and the both of you walk in together.

And now that Jeff’s here, you’re not entirely sure what to do. It’s a hotel room, not your house, so you didn’t have a lot to entertain him with.

“Wanna sit?” It’s a tentative offer, but truly this situation was getting more and more awkward by the second.

“Yeah.” He takes a seat on the bed, watching you as you pace around for a minute. Eventually, you come over to sit next to him.

“…[Name].” He calls. Jeff turns over to you and grabs your shoulders. “…Who do you see me as?” He asks. “Do you see me as less than Raven?”

“No, it’s just—“ He interrupts you by pulling you into a kiss. It’s almost like he wanted you to start talking just so he could cut you off.

You exhale through your nose once he parts away. He tasted like syrup, hehe.

Jeff kisses you again, but this time changes direction and makes his way down towards your neck. It makes you laugh. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing.” You replied. You just can’t believe how you got in this situation. “Hold on, hold on,” you say.

“…I’m going to be honest, [Name]. You’re making me nervous.” He admits. “I feel like my legs are gonna give out if I stand up.”

You’re about to pass out yourself. “I’m not feeling any be—“

And then, the phone’s ringing. It just takes you out of the moment. You groan. No way you just got the ick from the phone. Problem is, neither of you want to stop the direction it’s heading.

You crawl over the bed towards the nightstand. Whoever’s calling sucks.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Nitro Girl.” Hunter greets, his voice as chipper as ever. “Been a while.”

Goddamn it. OUT OF ALL TIMES HE COULD GIVE YOU A CALL..

“This isn’t a good time.” You say, letting out a huff of air. “If it’s important, make it quick.”

“Didn’t know you were the type to rush things. Whatever you say. Listen, I’ll cut to the chase. That lingerie I gave you. I need you to use that and bring Jericho to a hotel room. I’m gonna ambush him.”

Because Jeff was still there, trying to catch his breath as much as you were, you do your best to keep things as vague as possible. “Are you seriously gonna do that?”

“Yeah. Everyone will go crazy over it. Just think of it as a hookup. You won’t have to try and seduce Jericho after this again. I’ll even let you hit him once.”

“I knew it wasn’t just some gift out of the blue. The fact you never explained was confusing.”

“Didn’t have time. Steph’s been hassling me all week. She’s really excited for me to come back. Honestly, I feel like I’m ready to go.”

“Right. Excited to…” You think for a second how to phrase it. “—see you again. Have a good night.”

“Wow, it’s almost like you REALLY don’t want to talk to me.”

You sigh. “It’s really not the best time.”

“Then I’ll call you tomorrow night. Goodnight.”

“Night.” You hang up the phone and turn to Jeff with an apologetic look on your face.

“Who’s that?” He asks, scooting back and laying down. You decide to join him, laying right next to him and staring up at the ceiling.

“Old friend of mine.” You lied. “…Wanna stay the night?”

Better luck next time…

ITS DONE PLEASE DONT KILL ME PLEAAAASESSD. VENGEANCE IS NEXT BUT I NEED TO FIX CERTAIN PARTS OF THE MATCH!!!! and other matches. because reader is coming to fuck with everyones match YEAH!

#writing reader and lita together is so fun #lita: bitch we swervin & we swervviiinnnnn #reader: OH MY GOD SOMEBODY NAMED TORRIE JUST SAID GIRL TRUST YOU WILL BE DEALT WITH…..🤨WTF DO THAT MEAN??? #kayfabe is so weird in this #ITS REAL TO ME DAMN IT #wwe attitude series #im gonna be honest fr #im a lita x reader supporter #lita imagine #lita x reader #jeff hardy x reader #jeff hardy imagine #matt hardy x reader #matt hardy imagine #my brain just kinda went with the flow as you can see #triple h x reader #triple h imagine #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe various x reader #wwf x reader #wwf imagine #wwe imagines #wwf imagines

[magic-hcs]

How about some angst?

Inspired by a korean catastrophe movie I recently saw:

Skele expects s/o to be home soon while watching TV. The program is interrupted with following news announcement:

There has been a cave-in in a tunnel due to unlawful cost reduction during construction and s/o is stuck inside as the only person, trapped in the car under rubble but unharmed yet with limited food and water. Skeleboy is able to reach them on their phone and the connection was spotty but they were in contact for a few days while the rescue operation was up. The rescuers have to dig through the whole mountain to get them so it's a long process. After a week the phone battery dies and it will be a week more until the drill can reach s/o, but during that time nobody knows if they are still alive or not.

How well are Bear, Razzle, Red and Charon coping?

Ooo this is very interesting. Let’s do this! *rubs hands evilly* I’m very curious what the movie was that you’ve watched anon.

Warning: angst, mentions of tight spaces, high stress and anxiety, insecurities, implied of starvation and dehydration, injuries, guilt, death gets mentioned, (if you find warnings that aren’t in here yet let me know)

Bear: HT Sans

Razzle: SF Sans

Red: UF Sans

Charon: UF Papyrus

If you like what you read, please consider dropping a comment.

Time to cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨✨

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Bear: Bold of you to assume that bear wouldn’t move mountains and oceans to get to you. No one can stop him, not even Bean. He’ll even shortcut if he has to (don’t let him, shortcuts are a no no, he could get stuck in the floor, or walls, or shortcut and accidentally leave a limb behind. Not to mention that shortcutting hurts a lot in general) Bear would come with phone in hand, food and water in a big cooling bag as Bean drives the both of them to the site. You just barely manage to stop him from tearing literal mountain apart to get to you (afraid it would do more harm then good)

Bear is staying near, no matter the weather he’s staying. Somewhere out if the way of course, but he ain’t leaving.

It hurts him so. so much as he tells you how to reserve the food and water accordingly, he’s muttering to you constantly both of you forgot what you are even talking about anymore . You constantly gotta ask “you aren’t tugging your socket are you Bear?” Because he will ruin his socket while he’s worrying about you.

Once your phone is at 1% you say to him “don’t do anything reckless if it isn’t a must Bear promise me. I love you” and he couldn’t utter a reply because your phone died. Bear immediately started to panic. Fidgeting with his phalanges before finally tugging at his socket frantically. Trying to stop the panic attacks from forming. Once he couldn’t take it anymore he begun to dig. Claws crushing the rocks with bit difficulty but he manages, it doesn’t matter that his phalanges hurt. He got to get to you, and the slow progress he makes only encourages him to continue.

His mind is going in one track: “save my mate, save my mate, save my mate-“

And once he’s reaching your car he’ll tear the door open. His claws are ruined and bloodied, yet he can’t find ur within himself to care as he grasps you in his arms. You’re weak and dehydrated and starving but your alive. And he’s never letting you go. Bear nuzzles into your face and temple, letting the relief flood him, he purrs. Bear will try to feed you as you’re getting moved to the hospital, mind worried about the lack of food in your system. He won’t leave you alone for a moment, snapping at anyone -except Bean- who try to convince him to leave you for even second. He will take care of you until you’re healthy again.

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Razzle: This boy is anxious. He dropped everything; his work, his coffee that he had been sipping at work when he got the news. Razzle shortcuts straight home, turning on the news as if that was gonna change what is broadcasting. Razzle is terrified, he can’t do anything except anxiously pacing around as he calls you. He’s silently begging that you pick up.

Razzle doesn’t beg…ever.

He tries to keep a level head as he describes the situation to you. Describing how big the rubble is, he’s describing how far the rescue people are. He tells you to hold on and that you’ll survive, just hang in there. He tells you to eat and drink sparingly. Razzle has a hard time keeping spirits up but he will for you.

When he’s not calling you he’s breaking down and calling all sorts of connections to get you out of there faster. Once your battery dies he shortcuts there and demands the rescue people to do something! ANYTHING! He knows they’re doing everything they can but it’s not enough. You still aren’t here safe in his arms! And he anxiously stands there on the side watching and waiting for any news of you.

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Red: This poor boy is blaming himself for getting you into this mess, if he’d just called off from work and drove you instead, or better yet shortcut you there. Now you’re stuck under so much rubble with no way out. With no lasting food and water supply, and Red is feeling even worse now.

He doesn’t dare to call you, scared to hear your being wounded. Or to hear how angry you are at him (even though he knows you would never blame him for this. You’re that amazing really, but the voices in his head whisper the opposite) it’s ultimately Charon who calls you and shoves the phone into his brother’s hand before walking off.

Red can’t hang up, it’s not what you deserve. Not only that, Red would feel even more guilty if he did hang up, and he can’t follow Charon to shove the phone back in his hand because he already left the room.

Red sighs and relents. Facing whatever you’ll give him.

….

And it’s an unexpected question…it stuns him for a moment “you’ll come get me, right Red? I’m scared…please, talk to me, you’re the only one who can ground me.”

He feels his eyesockets start to sting, he’s not crying, absolutely not.

“‘m-‘m here babe…yer doin’ amazing sweetheart…i’ll come get ya, i promise…yer gonna be outta there in no time. ‘s no biggie, right?”

(He never makes promises he can’t keep. He’ll do, and destroy anything to get to you if he’d have to)

Once Red got the phone, he’s not placing it down anymore, insecurities and voices be dammed, you need him. And no fucking way would he leave you alone in this. He’s speaking to you constantly, telling you what’s he’s doing, distracting you with jokes and stories. All the while he side eyes the news.

But then one evening while he lays in bed chatting with you the phone dies. And he shoots up from bed and short cuts into his brother’s room “boss! the phone-fuck- we gotta go. now.” (He doesn’t trust himself to drive or short cut)

Once they arrive Red will be standing anxiously at the side, getting frustrated the longer he has to watch the rescuers argue and not making any process. In anger he shoots a gaster blaster beam into the rubble, making some progress but it was risky. “i don’t give a flyin’ fuck for y’all’s petty squabbles! Get ‘em outta there for fucks sake!”

An angry, beam shooting skeleton really pumps them up and they go back to work. Charon hits red in the head once the workers have gone to work, chiding him for doing something so dangerous.

Once you’re out of there you get send to the hospital in haste for the blast had caused rubble to hit you in the arm and leg. If they had gotten you out of there any later then it was a very high possibility that they would’ve been too late.

Red sits next to your bed till you awaken. Not leaving once, Charon has to drag him out the room to get him to eat something.

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Charon: It feels as if the world is crumbling down around him. What in asgore’s name did he or you do to deserve such a thing. He’s marching out of work straight home. screw work your more important. Charon goes to call you, making sure you are alright as he watches the news.

He got quite a level head in all of this.

After making sure you’re alright and unharmed, he’ll give himself an hour to talk to you and tell you how much you mean to him. Charon wants you to preserve your phone battery after he hears how long it could take to get you out - he even searched up how to make sure you preserve your supplies.

Charon calls you at least three times a day for at least an hour to check up on you, speak to you and encourage you, he wants to be able to reach you as long as he possibly could. So he withholds himself from calling you constantly.

He feels terribly nervous and anxious as he sits and waits for any positive news, it’s so hard for him to not be able to do anything to help. Charon can’t sit still nor can he do anything else then pace back and forth. He’s been lying awake for nights without a wink of sleep and he feels pitiful and pathetic.

Thanks to Charon’s strict calling rules, your phone lasts way longer then a week, but just barely. It’s not enough to make it till the rescuers reach you. And Charon is a mess in the time when your battery died. He gets nightmares while being awake. Waiting with anxiety.

He’s muttering to himself:

“Last Time We Called They Said They Had Half A Bottle And one Snack Bar Left.”

Charon paces with his skull in his hands.

“If They Take A Gulp Every Hour Or Two And A Bite In The Morning And Night They Could Last Another Day Or Two…”

His soul is thrumming against his chest, it feels as if sharp claws are rising from the ground scratching and grabbing at his body.

“The News Said If Nothing Stood In The Way They Could Reach Them witching Four Days…”

The claws are tearing at him, it wouldn’t surprise him if it were the souls of the victims he failed to save from the underground.

“If There Are Issues It Could Take Another Week.”

He feels lightheaded. He has a hard time breathing. But he doesn’t care. Your his ever waking thought.

Charon can breathe properly again once you’re safe and sound in his arms.

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction!

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[baubeautyandthegeek]

I think of two young lovers a-running wild and free//I close my eyes, and sometimes see//You in the shadows of this smoke-filled room – Kyle/Nica Pierce, Nica Pierce/Tiffany Valentine, Kyle/Nica Pierce/Tiffany Valentine, past Andy Barclay/Nica Pierce.

A/N: Day 10 for @yeehawgust . Another western AU for Child's Play/Chucky.

“You look lonesome…” Kyle’s voice breaks into Nica’s thoughts, her sigh soft as she looks at the other woman. Blondes. She had to go and love them. She’s quiet for a time, watching Tiffany amongst the regulars. Nica knows she shouldn’t care, this is just Tiffany’s job after all, flirting and carousing with the locals, but it still hurts. She can remember when she was Tiffany’s one and only. “I could always ask her to come bartend?” The offer, kind as it is, has Nica shaking her head, her laugh low, rusty, almost sad. “She’d drive you insane and we both know it.” Kyle’s smirk is soft then, warm, almost caring. “Not if it means you stop lookin’ like someone shot your dog.” “Someone did, remember?” Nica teases, glancing at Kyle. She’d never really meant to end up between Tiffany, a hard, headstrong, woman who knew what it was to use her sexuality as a weapon, and Kyle, who seemed to not even know how strong and beautiful she was, even now.  Still, she had to admit, running into the woman who shot the damn coyote she’d kept around for no real reason, had been a blessing in disguise… she may sit under a neon moon, drinking her sorrows, but at least she’s not alone in her lonely home anymore. “Coyotes ain’t dogs.” Kyle retorts, pouring her a new drink as she drains the first. “ ‘Sides… at least you know your Tiff ain’t gonna get pawed at too much with us here.” Nica’s sigh is soft then, her voice low and warm. “Our… Tiff. She’s fine anyhow.” She murmurs, drinking a little more scotch and risking a sideways glance at Kyle. “You really haven’t figured it out yet, huh?” “What?” “It’s not just me and her no more… we both care ‘bout you too.” Kyle shrugs, moves to leave her to her drink and Nica’s hand closes over both wrists, quick as a shot. “I mean it, Kyle. You belong with us.” “Maybe I do… still gotta serve these drunks.” Kyle teases, pulling away and hiding her truth under a laugh that’s rough and husky as she serves the other barflies, leaving Nica to drink and think. There’d been a time, Nica knew, that they ran free. Tiffany making her money where she could, how she could, Nica knocking over a bank or two on their way through town. They hadn’t ever meant to settle, not here, not like this and certainly not with a barkeep so downtrodden she almost faded into the walls of her own bar… but they were here now and she had a choice to make. Settle, let Tiff ply her trade and keep Kyle company on the bar, or turn tail and flee like she used to.  Andy and Chuck, she thought, they’d have known what to do. Chuck had died rescuing Tiffany from an overzealous preacher and Andy… she could still hear his voice sometimes. She knew if she closed her eyes and just listened she’d see him in the crowded, smoke-filled bar. She does, for a second, indulge in it, then sighs as she opens her eyes. There’s no point mourning someone dead and less mourning missing men. She had work to do. She drains her glass, slipping the money to Kyle along with a ridiculously large tip and slinks from the saloon bar, catching Tiffany on her way out. “Stay with Kyle tonight, I’ll be back…” She needs, for her own sake, to figure where Andy went, at least Kyle’d keep Tiffany safe as she looked. Well, she hoped so anyway. She finds her answer late, near dawn, the man’s body hanging from a noose. He’s got a message pinned to his chest, aimed to the thieves who’d been robbing banks. ‘Hung for thieving.’ She’d laugh if she could, instead she retches, moving to the side of the worn tracks, gulping air like it means something before wiping her eyes with worn shirt cuffs and heading back into town alone, she’ll slip wearily between Tiffany and Kyle on getting home, sleep off her hangover and work on forgiving herself… somehow. Andy had been her person for long as she could remember, before Chuck, before Tiffany and long, long before Kyle. Now she was here, held safe between two blondes who thought her safe, a good person… she only hoped she could be.

#long fic #day 10 #neon moon #tiffany valentine #nica pierce #kyle #chucky #child's play #kyle/nica/tiffany #kyle/nica #nica/kyle #nica/tiffany #tiffany/nica #tiffanica #yeehawgust2023 #yeehawgust 2023 #yeehawgust #western au

[noahsresources]

ariana grande lyrics starters

feel free to change pronouns/descriptors as needed ♡

❝ when i try to explain it, i’ll be sounding all crazy, words don’t ever come out right. ❞ ❝ in the end, you’ll find out that my heart was battered. ❞ ❝ when you call for me, i’m right there. ❞ ❝ i’m so into you, i can barely breathe. ❞ ❝ i get tired of running, fuck it, now i’m running with you. ❞ ❝ he just comes to visit me when i’m dreaming every now and then. ❞ ❝ you got all my love and affection, all my attention, you don’t gotta question if i’m really lovin’ you. ❞ ❝ i wanna love me the way that you love me. ❞ ❝ hold me close under the covers, kiss me boy and drive me crazy. ❞ ❝ he wasn’t my everything ‘til we were nothing. ❞ ❝ if you woulda manned up, put your hand up, stand up, tell me how you really felt, then maybe it’d be different. ❞ ❝ even though i shouldn’t want it, i gotta have it. ❞ ❝ maybe i’m the sinner and you’re the saint, gotta stop pretending what we ain’t. ❞ ❝ knew you were perfect after the first kiss. ❞ ❝ you get my heart jumping when you put your lips on mine. ❞ ❝ somethin’ ‘bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman. ❞ ❝ if it’s even possible, i love you more than the word love can say it. ❞ ❝ i’m loving the pain, i never wanna live without it. ❞ ❝ i don’t ever tell you how i really feel, ‘cause i can’t find the words to say what i mean. ❞ ❝ you’re telling me you’re sorry, well sorry, i’m over it. ❞ ❝ how do i feel you on me when you’re not on my skin? ❞ ❝ if you’re gonna keep speaking my love language, you can talk your shit all night. ❞ ❝ i used to be cautious, a little too reckless, now all my emotions are all ‘cause of you. ❞ ❝ ain’t got no tears in my body, i ran out, but boy i like it. ❞ ❝ you remind me of a time when things weren’t so complicated. ❞ ❝ i’ll show you how much i wanna be on your tattooed heart. ❞ ❝ i only wanna die alive, never by the hands of a broken heart. ❞ ❝ if you want to keep me, you gotta love me harder. ❞ ❝ they see demon, i see angel. ❞ ❝ now i laugh about all the things that used to be important to me. ❞ ❝ i don’t care if you got her in your heart, all i really care is you wake up in my arms. ❞ ❝ for all of my pretty, and all of my ugly too, i’d love to see me from your point of view. ❞ ❝ a broken heart is all i have now. ❞ ❝ we can deny it as much as we want, but in time our feelings will show. ❞ ❝ i feel like my heart is stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic. ❞ ❝ you got me all in, how could i not be, i sure hope you know. ❞ ❝ if i can’t have you, is love completely off the table? ❞

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