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delacoursshp · 9 months

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Hii I came across your fred fic and i have to say that it was really amazing ! I saw that you were taking requests and i was wondering if you were down to write either a victor krum smut where the reader is close to the golden trio and a bit jealous of the relationship him and Hermione have, but ends up being invited to the Yule Ball by Viktor, or a brother's best friend smut fic with Fred where the reader is Ron's best friend and stays a lot at the Burrow and secretely becomes Fred's gf but get caught by Ron and are forced to reveal their relationship.

Have a nice day, sorry if there's any mistakes, english isnt my first language !

oh myy dayss. i love both ideas! i chose the viktor krum smut bc my boy needs more attention. i think this is longer then i wanted it to be, i got carried away😭 but here you go love!

viktor krum x fem reader

"my jealous girl."

- use of y/n, jealous reader, reader is friends with the golden trio, both are of age, yule balllll😍😍

warnings: smut, 18+, doggy, oral (f receiving), rough but loving viktor, love-making, dirty-talk bc we need to hear our mans sexy accent.

you were sat with your friends, neville, seamus, harry, ron and hemione; the 4 boys were gawping at the triwizard cup. you rolled your eyes at them, and you started a rather hateful conversation about mrs trelawney with hermione.

you never really found the triwizard cup that interesting; yeah, it was cool and yeah, anyone who won the cup would be one of the bravest people alive, but whatever.

a lot of people entered the entrance hall, admiring the blue object. one particular figure caught your eye. the buff, burly yet skinny visitor; viktor krum. your eyes stayed glued on him. yesterday, when he first made his appearance at hogwarts, before you even knew he was an amazing quidditch player, you already had a big crush on him. he was exactly your type. for a split second, his deadly eyes caught yours too. he savagely strutted towards the cup, stepping inside of the age circle.

he dropped what looked like a small piece of paper into the cup, and an enormous flame flew upwards, calmed down and his mates were cheering.

viktor smirked proudly; it looked like his eyes were fixated on you again. you almost blushed, and glanced at hermione, who was smiling at someone opposite of her. following her eyes, you saw viktor again, who was now smiling a lot brighter, and winked at.. hermione? the two didn't break eyecontact, until fred and george caught everyones attention.

you felt a sort of unease rise up within you. it felt like an itch, that you were unable to scratch, or a knot in the stomach that wouldn't let go. the feeling wouldn't go away, and you started to feel like it was becoming visible on your face.

you stood up, muttering a 'see you later' to your friends and hurrying off to the gryffindor dormitory.

you sat down on one of the scarlet red sofa's, grabbing a book and began "reading", although the book was held upside down. your face was heating up, your brows were furrowing and your nostrils stood flared. why hadn't hermione told you something was going on between her and krum? or was there even something going on? well it certainly seemed so didn't it?

tumultuous thoughts relentlessly raced through your head. your grip on the book hardened so much, the pages started ripping.

the bell rang.

you almost forgot that you still had one last lesson today. you dropped the book on the floor and rushed to your next class. everyone was already seated, and you went to sit next to hermione, who was sat behind ron and harry. she looked at you as though worried, as you were taking your books out of your bag.

"y/n, are you alright? you dissapeared just like that, earlier." she had this merciful expression glued on her face, and you smiled and muttered 'fine, i'm fine' to relieve the tension from her sad face, but you also still felt uneasy being in the presence of someone who possibly liked someone you did too.

once the lesson had finished, you stuffed your books and -about the 7th time this day- a work sheet into your bag. you immediately walked off. "hey- y/n! wait up, will you?" ron yelled. great, you thought. just perfect. hermione was the first out of three to catch up with you. "are you sure you're fine?" she asked. you sighed.

"hermione, what is between you and krum?" you spit spontaneously. she looked at you as if flabbergasted, then said, "well, me and viktor are kind of, you know, dating."

'what?' you thought.

"right." you replied blankly, nothing else could come out. they're together? this only made that irritating storm inside you worse, like you were about to puke.

you walked with the three of them to the dorms, staying quiet. on the way, you glanced at one of the yule ball posters. 'now who am i gonna ask?' you thought. of course, there were lots of other boys willing to ask you. but you didn't care. you thought you had a chance with viktor. how stupid, too. of course he'd already have someone, considering his reputation.

you realized the four of you stood before the fat lady, who was whining about something that sounded like 'that longbottom child.' hermione muttered the password and she, ron and harry stepped in, except for you.

"actually, guys, you go ahead. i'm just gonna go fetch neville, he's probably stuck again somewhere." you lied. they nodded in agreement and hermione yelled 'bye!' as the painting closed. the fat lady looked confused at your presence. "my dear, i've already let you in. i don't suppose i have to-"

"no, i'm going." you spoke quickly, not being able to bare another one of her rants.

you made your way down the frustrating stairs. instead of actually fetching a probably struggling neville somewhere, you went to the triwizard cup. you just stared at it, the blue light radiating on your skin. there were barely any people here, most of them still had lessons to attend.

you rested your head on your hand, focusing on the blue flames, waiting for anything to happen; even if it was the most impossible thing ever; viktor krum asking you to the ball.

just then, viktor entered the hall. great. he sat down next to you. you avoided his eyes, but your breathing was far from slow. it was awkward, but comforting. having him close to you. sad that nothing more than that could ever happen, as you wouldn't betray your friend.

then, viktor inhaled. a shaky, sort of inhale. "y/n" he spoke.

'y/n? as in, me?' you thought.

"what?" you said, still avoiding his gaze. it wasn't supposed to come off rude, but you just couldn't look at him. he sighed, in a nervous way, then spoke words you'd never thought would come out of those beautiful lips.

"y/n, would you like to go to the yule ball with me?"

you gasped softly, eyes widened and immediately averting your gaze from the cup, to viktor. of course you wanted to say yes, but what about hermione? you were truly confused. so he wasn't going to ask his own girlfriend?

"viktor," it felt weird to say his name infront of viktor himself. "what about hermione?"

viktor pursed his lips, "we are no longer something. i broke it off with her just now. she was pretty, yes, but i do not want her. i've always wanted you. i know you want me too, right? i see it whenever i am with hermione. your face goes murderous."

you laughed in embarrassment. "oh, please. i don't want you that bad."

"sure, y/n. but... what is it? yes or no?"

"it's okay, y/n. it really is. he apologized. though you should've told me earlier that you liked him!" hermione assured. you had told hermione everything about what happend. her reaction was relieving.

"i know! i still feel bad, though. who are you going with?" you asked. you truly felt bad that viktor just ended it with her like that. hermione grinned. "oh, no worries, i've got someone." she said mysteriously. you both let out loud laughter at her tone of voice.

"'mione! c'mon, tell me!" you begged. "well, he's a hufflepuff, brunette, handsome. good at quidditch." she whispered. you thought deeply. hufflepuff.. brunette.. good at qui- "DIGGORY?" you gasped. hermione shushed you while chuckling and nodding her head. "we're both some lucky girls, aren't we?"

bang! the door slammed open.

"hermione! y/n! we've already found dates!" it was ron, harry next to him. "i suppose you haven't yet. that's okay, you can take eachother!" he teased, both boys chuckling. "i think all the best guys are unavailable by now-"

"mind you, ron, we've already gotten dates. the best ones, too." you said, grinning.

hermione laughed at rons dumbfounded expression.

"what? who?" ron squeaked.

"i told you, the best ones." you repeated, giggling with hermione.

"pfft, alright then, don't tell me! like i care!" ron said angrily before storming off, a smirking harry behind him, looking back at you and hermione.

you winked at harry then playfully shoo'ed him away with your hand.

"atleast harry got it."

it was the day of the yule ball. everywhere you went was excited murmuring; girls talking about dresses, boys sharing which girl they were gonna take, and even staff giggling happily.

the lessons were shortened to give students more time to get ready for the ball. once all the lessons finished, you, hermione and ginny rushed to the girls dorm to get ready. hermione wore a beautiful, soft pink gown, a light tint of red lipstick, and her hair done in a glossy, tight hairstyle; your almost empty, abandoned bottle of sleekeazy's hair potion finally came in handy.

ginny was also allowed to go, since she's been asked by neville. she wore a white-beige dress with a gorgeous tiara.

then there was you, you were wearing a long, tight, glimmering dress that revealed your back, neck and shoulders. your hair sat loose, shining. you haven't ever felt prettier.

the three of you admired eachother and giggled, before making your way to the ball.

you were greeted by viktor, who was wearing a red suit of rough material. "you are beautiful." he said. you smiled up at him as he offered you his hand. you took it, and the both of you walked off to the ballroom with the other contestants and their dates.

after a while of dancing, viktor suddenly took your hand and walked to an empty, faraway space in the ballroom. "viktor, wh-" he shushed you with a deep kiss before you could finish your sentence. his hand crept up your waist and you leaned into his touch. the kiss ended rather difficult and sloppily, since both of you didn't want it to stop.there was a moment of just examining eachothers facial features, lust and need filling the air so quick, that your pants were being heard. your heart was beating so fast you were sure viktor could hear it.

"come on." he said, and you had no choice as he brought his arm around your waist and forced your steps to follow his.

"viktor, are you sure we can just leave the ball like that-"

"shh. in here." he said firmly. he pulled you into a barely lit, small messy room. it looked like an abandoned cupboard. your eyes wandered around the room for a second before viktor had you by the waist again, connecting his wet lips to yours once again.

it didn't take long for his rough hands to slide down to your butt. he squeezed the perfectly round cheeks, making you whimper into his mouth. he kissed you harder, deeper. you backed up on instinct. he followed, still in the what seemed like an endless make-out session. your back was now against the door, and viktor snaked his hand behind your back, easily unzipping your dress. you broke the kiss, gasping for air. viktor now had his attention on sliding your dress off, slowly. teasing.

"viktor.." you whined. it was supposed to be warning, but it came out desperate. and you were. who could blame you, when his lips felt that good.

he bent his head forwards licking a stripe up your throat and then kissing around your earlobe. he sucked on a spot by your jawline, making you let out a high-pitched gasp. "i love your little noises." he whispered into your neck. your dress finally fell off, leaving you in your bra and panties.

"ohh, fuuck." viktor mumbled, as he raised his head from your neck, eyeing your body. you automatically moved your arms to cover up yourself, but viktor grabbed both of your wrists with one hand and held them above your head.

"don't do that. you are perfect." he said, his other hand playing with the waistband of your underwear. you thrusted your hips forward, impatiently waiting for him to give you something.

he chuckled at your antics. he slid your underwear off and turned you around. your hands clawed at the door material, as krums back locked you tightly to the door. you heard the faint sound of a belt buckle unlocking, and you let out a sigh of relief. viktor smacked your butt one last time, making you squeal. you cursed your current position for not being able to see how his pants and boxers slid off. he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, swirling it around the little hole.

"viktor, please." you softly said. viktor chuckled darkly, kissed the back of your neck and held your wrists behind your back. he entered you slowly, the both of you moaning in unison. he stopped at the hilt, pulled away fully, then pushed back inside completely, making you cry out.

"so sexy." he moaned, biting at your neck. he started a slow, passionate pace, which didn't last long. you gasped loudly as he sped up, faster and faster, until wet skin-slapping noises were to be heard.

your moans did not only increase in volume, but in amount as viktor let go of your wrists to hold your throat tightly. your head now fell completely limp onto his shoulders, eyes shut. his other hand moved to your bra, clicking it open and letting it fall off.he played with your breasts, in a way they jiggled every now and then. "fuck, viktor! don't stop.." you screamed, not caring as the music from the ball was far too loud for anyone to hear you.

"thaaat's it. cum on my cock, beautiful." his words sent shivers down your spine, one in particular that sent shockwaves to your core.

he retreated his hand from your tits, lowering it to your thigh. he squeezed the flesh before lifting it up so he was tip was probing at your cervix.

"oh god- ah!" your voice was barely working anymore, as you were close to your orgasm and mainly because of viktor grip on your throat. "i'm, i'm-"

"go on." he said, his voice sounding strained. "please, baby." this sent you over the edge. you shook and choked on your own moans. the feeling was nothing like you had ever felt before. with the little strength you had, you reached for viktors hair and held onto it, to express your gratitude. he grunted in amazement, once again placing kisses along your jawline as you came down from your high. "my jealous girl."

your legs felt like jelly, so viktor muttered a spell that shoved the junk away to a corner of the room, making space for you to lay down. he picked you up and followed you down onto the floor. he was placing kisses all over your body, making you sigh in sensitivity. then he reached your stomach, licking around your navel and kissing it. tiredly, you smiled at him. he grabbed your legs and moved them just slightly upwards, making you wince. viktor then stuck his tongue out, before letting it dissapear into your cunt. "oh, viktor." you moaned.

the new level of overstimulation made you squirm and gasp for air. it felt so good, but it was too much. he licked you clean, his tongue swirling around the bundle of nerves, and dancing along your entrance.

"hmmhh.." was all you could let out, as he finished with a kiss to the clit, and sat up on his knees.

viktor watched you intently as you got up on your elbows, too exhausted to move any other muscle in your body.

"look what you did, krum." you said playfully. he just smiled in return, looking rather proud.

"next time, you reward me for it, yes?"

.・。.・゜✭・

a/n: no bc, LOWKEY in love rn. i love love loveeee this idea, and i'm so grateful i got to write this. anywayss, hope you enjoyed! <33

.・゜゜・

- sincerely,

@delacoursshp

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sylveon-and-velveon · 2 months

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Oh God can we please see what the slashers would do if you played 'Hopelessly Devoted To You' from Grease? Just in time for Valentines Day 🥺🥺🥺

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! For couples and singles {like me lol}

OMG yes! I loved watching Grease as a kid!! AFTER MAKING THIS: Should say somehow half of these became "love language" responses- I follow you, hol' up

This will include: Michael Myers {OG & RZ}, Brahms Heelshire, Jason Voorhees, Billy Lenz, Freddy Krueger, Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Harry Warden, Tiffany Valentine

Feel free to request any shitpost writing prompt ideas you can think of in my asks, I love silly non-serious ideas XD We besties if you give me Cupcakke remixes-

OG Michael Myers

It's giving lovesick, it's giving obsessed, it's giving "I'm not leaving you"

Well for Michael anyway-

He'd probably take the song a little too seriously, and think you're never gonna ever leave him.

He's never been the best at romance

Blame where he was "raised" for over a decade-

RZ Michael Myers

Just as much in the "never been good with romance" department

But hey, the music isn't loud and obnoxious so he doesn't mind as much to the music you're playing

Especially since it's not as vulgar like.... last time you played music around him

You music player lives to see another day!!

Brahms Heelshire

He sees it as a love language, that you're using music to properly show your love for him without feeling uncomfortable throughout it all

Yep, that's my new headcannon now. His love language is through music. Especially with pianos

He hears you playing that? Oh his heart is MELTING right then there!! He's gonna be giving you cuddles for DAYS after hearing that

Someone make this love language canon please-

Jason Voorhees

Imagine if his mom used to listen to this song?

Bringing him memories. Bittersweet ones probably

Unless you headcannon his mom's still alive, then just sweet

Unless you have a sad headcannon about his mom then you fucked either way mate TvT

But anyway, it brings him memories and he's enjoying the music with you

I kinda went on a Pamela rant there- XD

Billy Lenz

A little confused but he got the spirit

He ain't understanding a lot of it until he hears iconic line from the song

Then he running over to you and is NEVER letting you go

But he still confused

But he trying TvT

Freddy Kreuger

Okay.... here me out:

Yeah the dude will be ridiculous with goofy ass music

But with romantic related songs?

...

So you know how he has one hand that isn't covered with the glove?

And no, you're not getting anymore context to my thought process-

Stu Macher & Billy Loomis

Short and sweet, they'd both love it

Billy's calm about it, while Stu is just like a big doggy. Oh- he is SO happy!!

Billy ain't gonna stop him, it's a good song. And it makes the both of you happy

What's to complain?

Thomas Hewitt

Takes him a few seconds to understand the implications of this song but when he does he's gonna give you a big ass hug

Bone crushing? Probably-

It's Thomas, he'd probably accidently do it-

But he still loves you

Even if he accidently puts you in a wheelchair

Bubba Sawyer

Yeah you gotta explain the song, poor guy highly wouldn't understand the meaning

Or he would... but BARELY-

You gotta explain what the song's about, when he finally does understand he's gonna be so in love with you.

And the song

Like a little confession song... weird choice for a confession song. But you do you-

Harry Warden

A little old fashioned but he understands the song is romantic-esc

He'd vibe to song, bounce his head along to the beat a little

Tap his feet to beat as well, maybe change back and forth between the two

He's never watched the movie before but now the song makes him want to watch the movie

Specifically with you ^^

Tiffany Valentine

She's watched the movie, but she doesn't wanna admit it

But the second, THE SECOND, she hears you playing that song

Ohhhhhhhhhhh you two are singing that song together with no shame

It's her guilty pleasure song, but knowing that you listen to this song now makes her more confident!

Hell yeah!!!

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wasawattpadkid · 1 year

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Housewife

Part - 15

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: Poly! ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating, homophobic slang, word "suicide" is used

Part 1

They said you'd be okay, that everything would be fine. The bubble you so happily lived in for a week burst within seconds of stepping into that building. You drove to the school telling Billy to take his car driving separately with Stu. No one could know about your relationship with the boys. It made you all seem suspicious. Billy and Stu just lost their girlfriends in a brutal attack they wouldn't be holding hands with you. Stu didn't like the fact he couldn't be himself around you. To him, nothing changed. There would be a lack of banter during lunch but that was about it to him.

Billy agreed with you. It wouldn't seem right with all of you laughing and carrying on especially if it's your first day back. You'd be a celebrity to the drama-hungry teenagers. As much as Billy hated that fact there was nothing he could do about it. After a couple of weeks, things would die down and you all could move on. Logistically it made sense. Guy loses his girlfriend and confides in one of the few people who truly understood what he went through. It was trauma bonding he thought.

You picked at your dress sitting in the plastic chair you were assigned. Everyone stared. You didn't look traumatized to them. No, Betty Crocker looked completely fine. Best dressed as always. You heard the whispers, the rumors. The most popular one is that you and Stu were running around behind Tatum. Tatum saw you two at the party going at it and there was a fight. How a cheating scandal got her caught in a doggy door was not explained. In high school, rumors didn't need facts or details. The kids ran with whatever hurt someone the most. Surprisingly Billy Loomis was being made out as a hero. Once again the world thought he could do no wrong.

Keeping your head down and your hopes up you tried to get through the day. The first period blew by without a single thing learned and so the did the second and third. With books in hand, you walked the hallways making your way to fourth period. That's when you saw him. The group of girls some of them cheerleaders crowded around your boyfriend. Stu with a smile answered their questions trying to keep up this sorrowful widowed boyfriend act. Something about the scene made your blood boil. It wasn't cheating, you had told both him and Billy to keep their distance from you. To play their part. It didn't stop you from being upset at him for eating up the attention though.

Stu saw you storm off to your next class. He frowned wondering what asshole made you so upset. Your books hit the desk with a thud making the boy next to your desk jump. "Rough day?" He asked as you threw yourself down in the seat. You wanted to snap at him but hadn't done anything wrong yet. "It hasn't been great." You huffed as the teacher started talking. "What happened?" He whispered. Was he living under a rock for the past three weeks? Every state at this point heard about the gruesome Woodsboro massacre. Your name was in every newspaper in town. If by some chance he didn't know, you didn't want to bring it up. You wrote a note on the inside of your notebook holding it up so he could read. "High school." He read aloud making you close your eyes with a sigh. "Sorry." He whispered still talking.

He stuck out his hand waiting for you to shake it. "My name's Chase." You looked at the teacher with his back turned before you shook his hand. "Y/n." Chase pulled his hand back with a smile. He went to speak before he ripped a piece of paper out of his binder. He passed you a note that read "Nice to meet you." You smiled slipping the note into your pocket as the teacher turned around. The class was much more manageable having someone to talk to. The lunch bell rang as everyone stood up. "Are you grabbing lunch?" Chase asked walking out of the classroom next to you. "I bring my own." The blonde boy followed you to your locker watching you put away your books switching them for your lunch box. "I had one of those in elementary school!"

He looked at your Looney Toons lunchbox with wonder. You laughed remembering how the men you lived with made fun of the bright red box that morning. "My dad got it for me years ago." You headed outside as your conversation with Chase continued. Billy and Stu sat on the water fountain arguing over TV shows. "Fuck off no one watched Home Improvement for the plot. Name one other character besides Pamela Anderson." Stu blanked for a moment making Billy clap his hands together. "Thank you." Billy said having his point proven. That painfully red lunchbox caught his eye and a smile appeared on his face. Immediately disappearing seeing the blonde boy standing next to you.

"Are you sitting with anyone? You could have lunch with me and my girlfriend." He pointed over to a tree on the lawn. "Thank you but I'm eating with some friends of mine." He nodded. "Cool. I'll see you tomorrow then." Chase headed over to the tree seeing his girlfriend waiting for him. You watched the two hug each other getting a little jealous of people you didn't even know. It must be nice to be able to just be normal teenagers. You wouldn't trade what you had with the guys but you did wonder sometimes how much different things would be if all this hadn't happened.

"Hey, Betty!" Stu smiled at you as you sat down next to Billy. "My day could not have been any worse." You groaned opening up your lunch. "You seemed to be having fun with your new friend." Billy sat with his fingers interlocked and his elbows on his knees. It didn't take much to let everyone around him know he was pissed.

"Who Chase? I just met him in 4th period. You don't have to worry he's got a girlfriend." You picked up your sandwich taking a bite. Stu didn't mind you making friends as long as he and Billy were top priority. "That didn't stop you with me." Stu's eyes widened at his partner's words. You sat your food down thinking about what he just said. The sudden hostility wasn't a surprise. "You're saying this was my fault?" The air around you was calm and collected. You couldn't afford to make a scene. "I'm saying a guy having a girlfriend didn't stop you before." Stu nudged Billy's shoulder trying to get him to stop. "Come on man." Stu's neck tensed as he looked around. "There we go. You're blaming someone else for your fuck up. Billy, babe you've got to come up with something more original." You closed your lunch box losing your appetite.

To Billy, your behavior was only trying to piss him off further. It was Stu who saw your hands start to shake. You were strong, both men knew that but only Stu knew how easily you covered up your emotions. "My fuck up?" Billy sat up straight looking at you with bemusement. "You knew I was taken but that didn't keep you from flaunting your shit around in those dresses and writing your number on my hand, did it? You even helped murder my girlfriend just so you wouldn't be left alone. You're the same girl you were in middle school. Just a Stepford wife who will do anything just to have someone care about her." Billy smiled thinking he won the argument.

Your hand collided with Billy's face. The smack made everyone around you three stare at the pathetic spectacle. Stu covered his mouth in shock. Tears threated to fall as you stood up. Billy held his cheek as you walked back into the building. All his words came crashing back down on him. He realized too late that he seriously fucked up. "I didn't mean to say that." Billy said but Stu for the first time wasn't feeding into his bullshit. "You need help man." Stu shook his head as he followed you into the school.

You ran to the nearest bathroom locking yourself in a stall. Your hand shook as it covered your lipstick-stained lips. Small gasps echoed off the bathroom walls as you fought to breathe. How could something go so wrong so fast? Your head spun as Billy's words played over and over. Did he think that poorly of you? The bathroom door opened causing you to pull your legs up. "It's me," Stu spoke making sure no one else was in the bathroom. You struggled to breathe quietly. He could faintly hear the sad whimpers coming from the last stall. "Honey..." He started to talk but the name made you lose all composure you had. Your cries turned into sobs as your lungs fought for air.

"Unlock the door, please. I'll crawl under if I have to but I just bought these pants." He fake whined making a laugh break the chain of tears. He smiled to himself at the noise. You reached up opening the door for him. The girl he'd fallen in love with was curled up shaking like a leaf on a tree. It was a heart-wrenching scene.

Stu held out his arms letting you cry into his chest. "I didn't mean- I- I swear," You sobbed in between words not being about to finish the sentence. "Shhh, it's going to be okay." He repeated rubbing circles on your back. "I didn't mean to hit him." The words were incoherent but Stu understood. He was amused that you were concerned about Billy. He knew the man deserved a lot more than a slap to the face. Hell they both did. After everything he said to you, you were worried about the pain you might've caused. The bathroom door opened once again letting the student walk in. She saw Stu hold your frail body as you continued to cry. Stu opened his eyes wide shaking his head towards the door. "Um, I'll just hold it." The girl said awkwardly as she backed out of the room.

While Stu comforted you Billy sat outside cursing himself for what he'd done. "What happened?" Billy looked up ready to choke out the guy who decided to butt in. "Deputy Riley?" Dewey didn't have time to entertain the kid. "I saw you get hit, what happened?" Billy smiled awkwardly not knowing what to say. "It was just a misunderstanding. I'm not bent out of shape about it." The cop sighed. He knew something wasn't right. Dewey had seen you and the two men leave your house Friday and he saw them again when all of you left for school. He couldn't protect Tatum and that's something he'd hate himself for, for the rest of his life. He still had a chance to protect you.

"I wasn't asking about you. What did you say to her?" Billy was taken aback by the man's tone. "I'm sorry?" Everyone in Woodsboro found it hard to take Dewey seriously. They had met several times when Tatum ran around with the group of friends. Billy never saw him as intimating. He was the kinda guy who if you flicked the cap off his head he'd run to go catch it. Especially now with the cane he was dependent on. If he didn't respect him then he definitely didn't respect him now that he was limping around. Billy still didn't understand how he lived through it all.

"Forget it," Dewey said realizing Billy would be no help. He made his way to the office asking them to call you up. "Dewey you have to be in relation to the student." He frowned hearing that nickname. "It's deputy Riley and this is a police matter." He pointed to his badge and the secretary rolled her eyes. "Y/n L/N to the office."

You heard the call through the loudspeakers. Stu wiped the rest of your tears kissing the tip of your nose. "Don't let him get to you. He says stupid shit all the time. Billy doesn't think sometimes." Stu tried to comfort you but he also had to help out his friend and lover. You sniffled nodding your head. "Is my makeup okay?" The question made Stu laugh. "You look beautiful as always Mrs. Crocker." You half-heartedly smiled not believing the boy. Before you left the restroom you tried your best to fix your appearance in the mirror. "Why do you need to go to the office?" Stu asked hugging you from the back. His head rested on your shoulder looking at your reflection.

"I don't know. Can you put this in my locker for me?" He took the lunch box from you agreeing to put it away. "Thanks." With one more kiss, you ran off to the front of the school. You could see Dewey sitting near the vice principal's office. Cops were never good, especially with everything you've done. "Y/n!" Dewey exclaimed standing up. The secretary looked at him with suspicion as he cleared his throat. "Y/n I need to speak with you for a moment." With a silent nod, you both entered the vice principal's empty office. His arms wrapped around you pulling you into a hug. "I'm glad you're okay." He said thinking of the girl he couldn't save. At the funeral, he had cried on your shoulder. Thanking you for being such a good friend to his daughter. You hadn't even known her a week but that meant the world to Dewey.

The night you came over to stay he couldn't get any sleep because you and Tatum loudly talked about Tom Cruise and sang some songs on the radio. You were probably the last person to see her alive and knowing that meant something to Dewey. "You finally got out of the wheelchair!" You congratulated and he posed. "Physical therapy. They say If I keep it up I might go right back to normal." You smiled happy that things were working out for him. His eyes looked at your side remembering how bad your wound was. "How are you? Did everything heal okay?"

"I'm as good as new. The stitches fell out on their own and it doesn't hurt anymore." You poked the closed wound showing him you were fine. Dewey was glad you were doing alright. "Why did you want to see me?" You wanted to know since you saw him sitting in the office. The man gestured to the chair as he sat down across from you. "I saw what happened outside."

That was just your luck. The one time you publicly assault someone there's a cop nearby. "I feel awful about. I didn't mean to hit him." Dewey held up his hand making your mouth close. "You're not in trouble." He laughed. You could've broken Billy's nose for all he cared.

"Why'd you slap him? I'm not trying to sound creepy but I saw the three of you leave your house this morning when I was getting ready for work." You were great at talking. Your father always said you could "sell a submarine to a seahorse." Years of hearing "you should be a lawyer" definitely changes a person. Lying was second nature but you didn't want to lie to Dewey. Those pitiful puppy dog eyes killed you like a knife to the gut. You knew you didn't have much of a choice. "He said some really hateful shit- oh I'm sorry." You held your hand over your mouth not meaning to curse. He shook his head motioning for you to continue.

"Today has been horrible. Rumors have been going around and I can't go anywhere without someone pointing at me. I keep hearing about that night and it feels like I'm back there again." Your eyes started to water again. Dewey looked around finding a tissue box to give to you. "Thanks." The man smiled. "You're welcome, anyways what were you saying?" The tissues came in use as your continued your story.

"That week after everything I couldn't eat, sleep, or get out of bed. My dad didn't want me getting hurt and it was torture. I had no friends and no one to talk to. Stu called me every night to see how I was doing." You smiled fondly remembering your conversations. "He lost everyone he cared about in one night. Me and Billy were the only people Stu could talk to that wasn't a shrink." The way you talked started to make Dewey feel bad for Stu. "He loved Tatum." You watched as Dewey flinched hearing her name. He grabbed one of the tissues knowing he'd need it at some point.

"I begged my dad to let Stu stay at my house. My dad's a truck driver so he's gone a lot." Dewey looked confused. "Your dad let Stu come over while he was gone?" As long as Dewey was around, Stu and Tatum never got a moment alone. "It may be hard to believe but I am an adult. I can handle myself."

The deputy looked at the desk trying to hold back tears. If he'd had a dollar for every time his little sister said she was old enough to take care of herself he'd be a rich man. You were both stubborn and headstrong. He huffed out a laugh at the irony. "It's a little hard to believe but I'll try my best." Dewey joked making you smile. "Stu spent time at my house while my dad was home. He had to make sure he trusted Stu." Now that made more sense to Dewey.

"His parents were more worried about the damages to their house than their own son." Just saying the words upset you and the deputy could tell. Just from what you've told him so far he could tell you cared about the boy.

"When he showed up at my house that night he hadn't cleaned or even put a bandaid over his stabs. My dad had to teach him how to take care of himself like he was 6 years old." You scoffed looking up at the styrofoam ceiling tiles. "I knew Billy by hanging around the friend group. He's not the easiest to talk to. He took Sydney's death hard. Even Stu couldn't get him to talk." It was utter bullshit but he believed every word of it. Dewey knew about Billy's father's drinking problem. He had pulled him over for DUI once before. The whole town knew his mother left him a year ago. The kid had a tough run. "My dad had left for work and Billy showed up at my door one day. He said he tried to call Stu but he wasn't home so Stu's mom told him he was at my house."

Dewey listened carefully trying to hold off on giving you his brotherly opinion. "Billy had no one. He can be a prick but he's got issues. Billy told me and Stu that he couldn't go home and that school was a nightmare after what happened. I know I should've called my dad but I didn't. I let Billy stay with Stu in the guest room."

You hated the way Dewey looked at you like some dumb little girl. He was probably right but you despised it. "They aren't bad people Dewey." He smoothed his hair down as he leaned back in his chair. "If they're so nice why'd you smack Billy?" You rubbed your face feeling distraught. "I told you what he said was rude. We're all on edge. You don't know how hard it is to go to school and see the seat next to you is empty..." Dewey's gaze dropped as you heard what you said. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean that."

Dewey sniffled trying to compose himself. "I know. I know this is hard for you and it's hard on them too but they don't need to be living with you. They're upset and confused. All of you are looking for something to cling to. It's not healthy." He was sympathetic towards the boys but he didn't trust their intentions with you. You didn't want to hear it. The idea that you were some love-sick girl in need of attention was infuriating. "Is that all?" You asked ready to get up and leave. Dewey didn't want to upset you he wanted to keep you from harm.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked like a child. Once again those eyes made you feel like the bad guy. "No." You groaned. "I'm just upset about everything." Dewey nodded. "I'm not saying you have to stop being friends with them. You need friends, especially at a time like this but they don't need to be at your house." You thought about what he said. Your first day was horrible but you never once stopped to think about how Billy or Stu felt coming back to school. Your whole argument might have just been a build up of emotions.

"Okay. I'll talk to them tonight." Dewey was beyond happy the conversation went the way it did. He used the cane to help himself up. You hugged him again before you opened the door. "Have a good day Dewey." You waved leaving him alone in the office. The deputy truly believed he was doing the right thing.

You knew it was going to be hard to avoid Billy when he sat right next to you in 7th period. You weren't as upset as you were earlier. Just because you had a new perspective on his behavior didn't excuse it. It took you a few seconds to make sure this badass persona you made stayed on while you sat through class. Billy sat in his seat biting his nails waiting for your arrival. You walked in keeping your eyes forward as you took your seat. He waited for you to say something or even look at him but you didn't.

"I'm sorry." He said getting no attention from you. Stu had already jumped Billy's ass for speaking that way to you. He had gotten used to the way Billy had arguments. The moment the boy felt threatened or accused in any way he'd say the thing he knew would hurt his accusor the most. Billy thought if he hurt them first they couldn't hurt him. It usually worked in his favor but today his words hurt him more than they hurt you.

"I didn't mean what I said to you. It was out of line." He whispered still getting no response. "Would it kill you to answer me?" At this, you turned seeing the still prominent red handprint on his face. You almost reached out to touch him. He saw your hand twitch itching to cup his face like you'd done all weekend. That was one thing that really made you feel horrible. After being used all weekend long Billy decided you treat you like this. You cook, you clean, and you moan their names when they ask but it wasn't enough.

"How's your face?" You turned back around and looked at the chalkboard. Billy smiled. You answered him but you had no intention of playing his game. He thought it was attractive. Like he said before you called him out on his bullshit and this was no exception. Although you felt bad for slapping him you hoped he'd remember that pain because it wasn't nearly as bad as the pain he caused you. Billy would find a way to fix his mistake and apologize for what he did. He felt horrible for his actions. He was changing for the better it was just taking a little longer than expected.

"I'm sorry." The note read with a small frowny face next to the words. You sent the note back without giving him a reaction. Billy scribbled something else on the piece of paper before handing it back to you. "I'm an idiot." You nodded to yourself reading his words. "I know." You wrote back as a small smile appeared on your lips. You glanced over at Billy seeing that stupid grin on his face. Both you and the boy struggled not to laugh at each other. How you ended up finding any of this funny was a mystery. Stu's inability to be serious was apparently rubbing off on you.

The class bell rang making everyone run for the doors. "Don't think I'm not still pissed cause I am." Billy pursed his lips in thought. "I can work with that." He shrugged as you both left the classroom. "You know we're like Bonnie and Clyde? When Clyde realizes that he can't go on without Bonnie because she's smarter and a little crazier than he is. He couldn't have done it without her. There's a reason everyone says "Bonnie and Clyde" not the other way around." He raised his eyebrows up at you thinking that was a good response to the current situation. You took his analogy as a compliment and even an apology.

"Didn't Bonnie and Clyde both get shot to pieces?" Billy scratched the back of his neck not thinking that far into the movie. You tried to hide your smile at his embarrassed state. "They did but it was kind of romantic in a way." He tried to spin it so you wouldn't take it as an insult. You both walked outside heading towards your locker. "So you think I'm a Stepford wife huh?" Billy definitely saw some similarities but it'd be relationship suicide if he pointed those out. "No, I just said that shit back there to upset you. I'm an ungrateful psychotic asshole." Once you put away your belongings you slammed your locker making Billy jump. "Ungrateful asshole? Absolutely, but you're not psychotic." You started walking as Billy ran up to you.

"You don't think I'm psychotic?" Billy Loomis was a lot of things in your book but you didn't consider him psychotic. "No. You've got mommy issues, daddy issues, and childhood trauma. Join the club. You and Stu just did something insanely fucking dumb." You made your way to the parking lot dreading the conversation you'd have to have with the boys when you got home. "You think what we did was dumb?" Billy considered the whole plan a work of art. It was something the two boys had spent a whole year planning.

"Incredibly. Now let's not talk about this here." He grabbed your arm pulling you away from everyone else. "Why do you think it's dumb?" He was a little insulted by your criticism. You looked around making sure no one could hear you. "Because you're 18." You thought back to what Dewey had said. "We're just kids. None of us have a job. I don't even know how to do taxes!" You whisper yelled. "If I didn't make a guest appearance you wouldn't have lived let alone gotten away with it all." Billy didn't want to believe it but that night Gale could've easily shot and killed both him and Stu. You saved their asses.

"Thank you." He said catching you off guard. All you heard was I'm sorry but never thank you. "For what?" You asked not knowing what he was getting at. "Thank you for helping us that night. Thank you for taking care of Stu. You took better care of him that night than I ever have." Your eyes looked at his lips as he spoke. The day had thrown way too many emotions at you. You couldn't exactly define what new emotion you were feeling now looking at the man.

"Nope." You said walking away from him before you made a mistake. Billy stood confused. How did that manage to upset you? Quickly you made it to your car seeing none other than Stu leaning on the hood. "What part of stay away from me do you two not get?" Stu watched Billy chase after you. "Did you two kiss and make up?" He asked happy everything was okay again. "Not exactly." You got in your car starting up the engine with a roar. "What did I say wrong?" Billy asked as he tried to catch his breath. Stu jumped off the hood trying to figure out what happened between the last time he saw you and now.

"I'll just talk to you when I get home." You pulled out of the parking space leaving the two men behind. "What the hell did you do now?" Stu held his arms out dramatically. "I apologized." Billy's eyebrows were furrowed as he tried to understand what exactly happened. "I can't deal with another clusterfuck, I really can't." Billy said shaking his head. Stu skipped behind his friend heading towards his car. "Sure ya can buddy. With that mouth you're sure to cause more problems." Stu smiled earning a hit from Billy. Stu groaned in pain holding his arm. "Yeah okay, I deserved that."

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Part 16

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wonderstruks · 1 year

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Pretty

Rockstar! Dad! Eddie x Fem! Teacher! Reader

Summary: Eddie is running late for pick up and you learn some interesting things about him.

Warnings: Fluff!

I DO NOT GIVE ANY PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BY COPIED ONTO OTHER SITES

A/n: this one is based off of @luveline 's Eddie and Roan series (which you should totally check out), I absolutely adore dad Eddie and knew I had to make this, so enjoy and happy reading♡

“Now he wasn't hungry any more- and he wasn't a little caterpillar any more. ”

"Because he was a butterfly?"

I smiled kindly at the little girl sitting beside me.

"Correct! Good job Carlee!"

She beamed brightly up at me.

"My daddy taught me that! He told me caterpillars turn into butterflies."

"Did he now?"

"Yeah! He also told me I could be anything I want when I grow up. Do you think I can be a caterpillar? Like the one in the book."

"Absolutely, you'll be the best little caterpillar around!"

"Ms.(y/n) can I color?"

I held in my laughter at how fast she changed her attention to something else.

"Absolutely go get get your pencil box and some paper."

She happily skipped to her cubby.

I looked down at my watch and noticed just how late her father was running.

"Hey Carlee, do you know where your daddy is?"

"Probably at the stu-deeo."

I nodded to no one but myself.

Of course he was. I mean it made sense.

Eddie Munson the actual Rockstar.

When I first learned who her dad was, it surprised me.

First, because he was absolutely rich and famous, and secondly, because he wasn't anything like the tabloids made him out to be.

He was a genuine guy who cared about nothing more than being the best dad he could be.

It made my heart melt a little to see all the affection he had for his little girl, she was his world.

"I DONE!"

I snapped out of my own thoughts and put all my attention on Carlee.

"May I see?"

She smiled before slamming the paper down in front of me.

"This is beautiful Carlee!" I praised her.

"I know! I'm gonna ask daddy to hang it on the fridge. I added all his favorite things so I know he'll love it."

I smiled down at the girl.

"That's very sweet of you."

"I know and look." She pointed to a small stick figure, "it's me."

She moved her finger downward.

"And this is Rosco. He's our doggy."

She moved again.

"And this is you!"

My face contorted in confusion.

"Me?" I asked.

"Yeah! My daddy talks about you all the time, he says you're so pretty."

My face flushed beet red.

"He does?"

She nodded.

"Do you think he's pretty?"

My heart dropped at this awkward interaction.

"I am so sorry I'm late!"

Saved by the bell.

"DADDY!" Carlee screeched, abandoning her belongings and running up to Eddie for a bone-crushing hug.

"I missed you sweet girl, did you have a good day?"

"Yeah Ms.(Y/n) let me color."

"That was nice of her. Did you say thank you?"

"Thank you Ms.(y/n)!"

I let out a small laugh.

"Your welcome Ms.Carlee."

"Alright my little germlin, get your stuff from your cubby so we can get out of here."

The little one raced to collect all her things.

"Hey listen, I'm so sorry about running behind today, I feel so terrible for making you stay after like this."

I looked up at Eddie, "it's alright. I absolutely adore Carlee. I don't mind staying over, she's a good kid."

He smiled at me.

God he looked so cute when he smiled.

I felt my chest tighten.

"Ms. (Y/n), you never answered, do you think my daddy is cute too?"

I felt like I had stopped breathing.

Did she really just ask this?

I could feel my face heating up.

If only I looked over I would see Eddie in the same predicament.

"Yes Carlee, your dad is very pretty."

I couldn't stop the words from coming out my mouth.

I didn't want to lie and offend the little girl.

She smiled and gripped onto the bag that was two sizes too big for her.

"Pretty, huh?"

I refused to make eye contact with him out of embarrassment.

"Awe don't go shy Ms.(Y/n) I think you're pretty too." Eddie said.

I curiously looked at him to see him smirking at me.

"How about as an apology for making you stay late, I'll take you out for dinner tomorrow, my treat."

This isn't real.

This could not actually be happening.

I had to be dreaming.

"Sure."

"Good I'll see you tomorrow then."

He held out his hand for the little one, she was quick to grab it and drag him away from the classroom, but I could still hear their conversation.

"Is Ms.(y/n) my new mommy now?"

"We'll talk about this in the car."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie my beloved #dad eddie munson #dad eddie #fem reader #eddie #munson #rockstar eddie munson #teacher reader

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love-bokumono-fics · 4 months

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Fresh Crops! December 11 - December 17, 2023

This week's newest stories and chapter updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3!

Insatiable - by Perversions; Complete, 1/1, 3.2k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandom: Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons Relationship: Gwen/Vaughn; Characters: Gwen, Vaughn | Waltz Additional Tags: **NOTE: Some tags have been removed to remain Safe For Tumblr. Please see AO3 for complete list** Unsafe Sex, Established Relationship, Riding, Doggy Style, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Begging, Teasing, Wet Dream, Frottage, Masturbation, Cussing, Marking Summary: Waking up horny was never a problem. It always had an easy solution to solve when they were both awake. Waking up horny in the middle of the night while her boyfriend was sleeping was a different story.

Her Voice Within - by syavwits; Complete, 6/6, 14k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M Fandoms: Back To Nature Relationship: Claire the Farmer/Gray; Characters: Claire the Farmer, Pete the Farmer, Gray, Rick, Kai, Cliff, Doctor | Trent, Mary the Librarian | Marie, Karen, Popuri, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Elli | Elly, Manna, Duke, Doug | Dudley, Old Ellen, May | Mei, Stu | Yu, Zack, Won | Huang, Anna, Basil the Writer, Saibara, Harris, Gotz | Gotts, Kano, Louis the Entomologist | Chuu, Greg, Barley | Mugi, Aja | Adge Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Romantic Soulmates, Soul-Searching, Mystery, Mute Protagonist, Found Family Summary: It's not that Claire can't talk, she sometimes speaks yes, but only when she really put all her energies to do it. Then there's Gray, the stoic guy with the famous resting b*tch face, he doesn't want anything to do with anyone, everyone, even the new girl although she's… cute. While Pete tries to save his farm, he also confides in Claire and asks her help to search for his unknown childhood friend, his first love, who apparently is one of the girls in Mineral town?!? Will Claire manage to find Pete's long-lost Best friend? Will Claire find what she truly desires in her second chance at life?

Don't Eat Flowers - by Maymist; Complete, 10/10, 20k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/F Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Nami/Pony | Aya | Jill; Characters: Nami, Pony | Aya | Jill, Rock, Reader Additional Tags: Lesbian Character, Inspired by Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons, Mentions of Other Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons Games, Blue Feather, Romance, LGBTQ Character, POV Lesbian Character, Canon Lesbian Relationship Summary: The new farmer girl in Forgotten Valley attempts to give Nami some flowers to, er… totally give the hint that she's romantically interested in the very much reserved tomboyish red-head. Nami completely jumps to conclusions and misunderstands though, and that's where this silly romance begins. What kind of other madness will ensue?

The Heart of a Westown Cowboy - by Mya_Stone; WIP, 36/?, 50k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandom: Trio of Towns Relationships: Female Farmer/Wayne, Farmer & Wayne, Wayne & Ford; Characters: Frank, Ford, Carrie, Brad, Megan, Hector, Colin, Daryl | Darius, Marlena, Lynn, Wayne, Miranda Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Romance, Romantic Friendship, Guy Falls First, famiy drama, I Wrote This For Me But I'll Share It With You Summary: Wayne is Westown's perpetually single lady's man. He'd like to settle down but he just hasn't found The One and he's fairly certain he's met everyone in town. Then Melody moves in, taking a plot of her uncle's ranch to fulfill her dream of being a rancher. A college-educated business woman, Melody doesn't accept failure - especially not her own. As Wayne falls hard for her, she struggles to return his affections until she has what she came for - and when she continually comes up short at the cow competitions, she begins to wonder if Westown is really the place for her.

The Scientist and his Farmer - by Daryls_Favourite; WIP, 13/?, 13k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Daryl/reader; Characters: Daryl, Rock, Muffy | Molly, Marlin | Matthew, Forgotten valley villagers, Reader Summary: You have been living in forgotten valley for a little under a year. Winter is underway and you need to keep your farm afloat whilst also trying to court a suitable spouse.

The Princess and the Carpenter - by SymphonicFantasia; WIP, 20/50, 2.9k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: Magical Melody, Save the Homeland, Hero of Leaf Valley Relationship: Dia/Kurt | Hayato; Characters: Dia, Kurt Summary: They weren't so different from one another although others may not think so. Just because she was a "princess" didn't mean that the carpenter didn't belong with her. It just took a bit of chiseling to see who they really were deep down. And even then, they would only show those halves to one another.

What Others Say - by Anonymous; Complete, 1/1, 1.8k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con; Category: M/M Fandom: Pioneers of Olive Town Relationship: Eiji | Ollie/Iori; Characters: Iori, Eiji | Ollie Additional Tags:**NOTE: Some tags have been removed to stay Save For Tumblr. Please see AO3 for complete list. Sexual Coercion, Jealousy, Established Relationship, Domestic Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Top Iori, Bottom Eiji | Ollie Summary: It's hard to ignore what others say when it aligns with your hunches.

Unkind - by Anonymous; Complete, 1/1, <1k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/F Fandom: Friends of Mineral Town Relationship: Claire/Elli | Elly; Characters: Claire, Elli | Elly, Harvest Goddess Additional Tags: Domestic Violence, Magical Pregnancy, Misunderstandings, Hurt/Comfort Summary: A lot of pain and heartache could have been avoided if only a certain someone had communicated beforehand.

And one Not Safe for Tumblr fic by Thefallen1986

#fresh crop monday #harvest moon #story of seasons #trio of towns #back to nature #friends of mineral town #a wonderful life #pioneers of olive town #save the homeland #magical melody #hero of leaf valley

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lanawinterscigarettes · 3 years

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Please please please Billy Loomis for the NSCW Alphabet!

Sure! I've never really written for him before, so apologies if he's at any point out of character. Enjoy <3

(Also this is not proofread because of how tired I've been lately so if there's any mistakes then I'm sorry)

Billy Loomis nsfw alphabet

Warnings: smut (duh), swearing

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's not great with touchy feely stuff, but he'll make sure you aren't hurt and will wipe you off before letting you crawl on top of him and fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

May sound weird, but his hands, because that's what he commits all his murders with. On you, he always love your hands, because he likes to think about all the different ways you could kill people with them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves cumming inside you, especially without a condom on wrap it before you tap it kids, but if you don't feel comfortable with that he'll pull out and cum on your stomach, chest, or back instead.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a huge thing for CNC. He often fantasizes about what your screams would sound like while he takes you forcefully, but I don't think he would ever tell you about it unless you brought it up first, not wanting to scare you off.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He hasn't hooked up with many people, but he definitely knows what he's doing.He hasn't hooked up with many people, but he definitely knows what he's doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Either missionary or doggy style. He likes missionary because he can choke you more easily, but in doggy style it's easier for him to slap your ass.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's definitely more serious and will even stop if he sees you laughing, wanting to know what's so funny. He may playfully taunt you every now and then, but he won't crack a joke or anything like that.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps everything down there pretty well maintained. He doesn't shave, but he does keep it trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's not very romantic unless there's a reason, like if it's your birthday or first time. If you ask nicely, he may try to be a bit more intimate, but I wouldn't hope for much.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He used to jack off a lot before you started dating, but after not so much. He knows that if he needs instant release all he has to do is say so and you'll immediately get on your knees.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Blood kink, knife kink, and choking kink to name a few. He loves having sex with you while he's still covered in blood from his most recent kill, holding his knife to your neck as you try you best not to move.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Mostly your bedroom so the two of you won't get caught, but I'd be lying if I didn't say how often you guys sneak away from class to fuck in the school bathroom.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It's a lot of different things to be honest, but especially when you're super invested in the plot of a horror movie or are discussing the best ways to dispose of a body. Also if you happen to be covered in blood.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There isn't really much he won't do except for, say, waterworks or something like that. He's also not too fond of giving up control either, so if you're a fan of pegging or being on top you might have to go to Stu for that one.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving because he likes to watch as you struggle to deep throat him while he force fucks your face with his cock. He doesn't go down on you that often, so when he does don't take it for granted.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough for sure. I've said it before, he'll only be more gentle if there's a specific reason for it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He prefers actual sex, but he wouldn't say no to a quick fuck in the school bathroom or janitor's closet in between classes.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He loves taking risks, it really gets his adrenaline pumping. He has a exhibition/voyeurism kink, so any place where there's a risk of getting caught is perfect for him. He also enjoys trailing a knife over your naked body and will even occasionally cut you just to see your reaction to the cold blade piercing your skin.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for about two or three rounds before he needs to take a break, but he usually only does one or two so he doesn't overexert you or anything.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He's not a huge fan of toys unless he's using a vibrator to overstimulate you. Besides that, he hates them, and will even throw some of your toys away if he finds out you still use them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's very much a teaser. He likes to feel you up when you're in public and whisper dirty things in your ears only to leave you all hot and bothered for the rest of the day.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not particularly loud. He'll let out the occasional grunt or swear, but for the most part he only makes noises when he taunts you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

One of his favorite things to do with you is roleplay as killer and victim. He'll put on the Ghostface mask and chase you around the house with a knife, and when he finally catches up to he makes you get on your knees if you want to live.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His dick is a good five and a half inches. It's more on the slim side, but don't worry because the tip of it has a nice curve.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's not very high, but if he hears you're horny he's dtf right away. You guys probably have sex a couple of times a week.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes him a bit to fall asleep afterwards, so he usually spends that time watching and admiring you while you're sleeping.

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f1nalboys · 3 years

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Would you, uh, be willing to do the NSFW alphabet for Billy please. LOVE your writing.

AHHH you're so sweet thank you :,) hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: all nsfw baby, it's billy so.... a little fucked up lol

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Not all that bad at it tbh! He isn't the best but he's super gentle and this is where you'll get most of your praise from him.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part for himself are his hands/arms. Likes how big his hands are, how strong they are and how they can go from brushing over your skin gently to causing bruises in a matter of seconds. His favorite body part for his partners are thighs and hips.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Little less than average but a thick consistency. Big fan of cumming inside of you but, if he couldn't, he'd want to cum on your face or chest.

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

He wants to record you while you and he do the 'Killer going after the victim' set up and then record you while he fucks you (in costume, of course)

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

Pretty experienced. He's gotten around lol

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Likes when you're in front of him with your legs spread. Likes doggy style because duh and the mating press.

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

More serious. If you're in a poly relationship with Stu than you could maybe get him to crack a few jokes or laugh but it's still rare. Anytime he laughs or makes a joke during sex is going to be at your expense and be more mean-spirited than anything.

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

Keeps it trimmed but not bald. Black curly hair that he never lets grow more than a week before cutting it down again.

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

Most of the time sex is not 'romantic' in the normal sense with him. The longer you're in a relationship with him the more likely it is he'll have slower, more sensual sex with you, but in the beginning of the relationship its rough, fast, and dirty.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Man has the sex drive of a stallion lol, he could jerk off in the morning and still want to have sex an hour and a half later. Prefers to have sex but he'll jack off if he needs to.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Dacryphilia, sadism, knife/blood, predator/prey dynamics, degradation, overstimulation, orgasm denial, toys, bondage/restriction, marking, fear play, choking (for both himself and you,) etc

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Somewhere that you won't get interrupted (bedroom, house when no one is home, places like that) but he does like fucking you in the bathroom at parties lol

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Killing and/or seeing blood (especially if it's on you.) Also likes seeing you get all worked up in public

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

I don't see him being a fan of CNC. He likes the predator/prey dynamic but with more dub-con elements to it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Receiving. He's good at giving, and he loves overstimulating you, but having you gag around his cock when he's face fucking you? Definitely prefers that.

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

Fast and rough babey! He can be slow on occasion but it's mainly when he's teasing you and trying to either get you to beg or to deny your orgasm.

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

Not his favorite but he'll do them. Most quickies are in public at parties (as I said earlier) in the bathroom. He wants sex to be long lol

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Will try pretty much everything once. He doesn't want you/himself to get seriously injured so he'll be hesitant on stuff like that, but everything else is fair game.

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

He can go for a few rounds but he doesn't last super long once you're actually fucking. He teases the shit out of you after he cums so that he'll be ready again in a few minutes. Average is 3 or 4 rounds.

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

Loves toys. He has a pocket pussy and a few vibrators for himself but he'll use a lot of shit on you. Nipple clamps, gags, cock rings, vibrators, anything and everything. Just another level of his overstimulation.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Way too god damn much. Hates if you try and tease him, though, so he's super unfair in that regard.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not very loud in terms of moaning, but he does talk quite a bit. Not super loud, normally will whisper in your ear about how much of a whore you are for his cock, how your a cum-hungry slut, etc etc

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

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

Thin but bigger than average. Slight curve to the left with a vein on the underside of his shaft.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

SO HIGH. To the point it's annoying lmao

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If it's a 1 night stand he's asleep ASAP, he doesn't care about cleaning the other person up or anything like that. In a relationship, he'll clean you up and wait until you fall asleep to drift off. Will be cuddling you the whole time lol

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grimoire-of-thirst · 4 years

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Just a little jealous

Request: Could you please do an nsfw scenario for Patri were he’s jealous and wants to make sure his s/o loves him as much as he loves her? :3

Genre&Warnings: Porn, and a sprinkle of fluff

Tags: blowjob, doggy-style, light choking, vaginal penetration, creampie, clothed sex (kinda)

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Patri had learned from his mistakes and tried his best to not doubt the bond between humans and elves ever again, whether they’d be romantic or platonic. However, lately, he had been experiencing a certain -and pretty familiar- emotion, that he thought, and hoped, it will never resurface into his heart.

Jealousy.

What a dreadful and ugly word.

He had tried his best to repress it, tried to keep it at bay. He also told himself that there was no reason to doubt your love, not after you constantly showed it to him whenever you had the chance. Yet, that emotion loomed over him, every time intensifying whenever he’d see you talking with another man or woman. And if you laughed with them, that feeling would become so unbearable to the point where he’d leave and barricade into his room.

What fueled his worries, was also the lack of intimacy. Lately, work had been hectic, and the time spent with you got reduced by a lot. It also didn’t help that whenever he had a little bit of free time, you’d be off on a mission, along with other people he didn’t know. He trusted you, he loved you, and he believed in you. But he couldn’t say the same thing about all those other people.

As much as Patri had come to the point of tolerating humans, he was distrustful about those that would get near you. Whenever he’d see you with others, he couldn’t avoid but feel this way. His self-esteem wasn’t the greatest, not after all that happened, and having you, talking to someone else, sharing smiles, laughs, and words, was becoming too much for him to handle.

Was he selfish? Yes, no doubt about that. He wanted you only for himself, to be constantly by his side and enjoy all he had to offer you. And all of that insecurity, fear of losing you, and jealousy led him to the current situation; with you pinned underneath him.

Your wrists were kept in place above your head with only one of his hands, while the other one was around your neck. The hold wasn’t too heavy, it was just enough to make you feel some pressure; hurting you wasn’t and will never be his intentions.

You didn’t look scared, if anything you were quite enjoying this new side of him. It was different and exciting, but one thing was worrying you, and that was the seriousness in his eyes. He looked troubled, and right off the bat you could tell that something was definitely wrong with him.

“Do you love me?” he asked, almost like a whisper. You could feel the broken tone, as if it was physically hurting him to ask such a thing.

“Yes, I love you more than anything else” you said, offering him a loving smile. Those words were the perfect cure to his jealousy. But it wasn’t enough. As much as he liked hearing those beautiful words, he needed you to show him. Show him that he was the only one for you, show him that the only person that deserved your love was him and nobody else.

He freed you, giving you room to properly sit on the bed while he scooted a bit in the back. He stretched his hands, putting all the weight on them while expectantly watching you.

“Then show me”

You widened your eyes at his request, not really expecting such demanding tone from him, but then again, it was Patri. You saw first-hand how bossy he could be -when he was still a part of the Midnight Sun- but never had you expected him to use that tone with you. However, it wasn’t necessarily bad, not when you were getting aroused by it. There was something about this sudden personality change that was extremely appealing to you. May it be his stare, or this sudden dominant side of him, you didn’t know exactly, but it was surely making you all hot and bothered.

You shifted on your knees, letting your hands rest on his thighs before gently moving them toward his groin. You weren’t sure what he wanted from you, but there was one thing you wanted from him. You were nervous, and that much was clear by the slight tremble of your hands, but at that point, nothing could stop you from getting what you wanted, and luckily, Patri was giving you the freedom to do whatever you pleased as long as you showed him your love and devotion.

You let your hand feel his hardening cock, breath shaking as his hips stuttered upward, silently encouraging you to do more. You began to unbutton his trousers, sliding them off, and then did the same thing with his underwear. Patri nodded, eyes still fixed on your petite form attentively watching your every move. He was enjoying the blush on your face, and along with the sheer nervousness you were displaying, it was even better.

You started working on his length for a couple of seconds, making sure that it was fully erect before taking it into your mouth. You were far too eager to give him a proper hand-job, and Patri found himself cheekily smiling at your actions. He watched intently as his cock disappeared into your mouth, and the feeling of your tongue and silky walls rubbing against him were making his head spin in pleasure.

As he leaned backward, trying to get an even better view, one of his hands went through your hair, lightly pushing your head down and making you take more of him. His breaths were heavy, mouth slightly open as you hollowed your cheeks and began to bob your head up and down. While one hand rested on his thigh, the other one sneaked under your chin, fondling his balls and giving them equal attention. Breathless sighs left his lips as your tongue swirled around the tip, and his grip on your hair unintentionally tightened, bringing you equal pain and pleasure.

Small tears were adorning the corner of your eyes as he thrusted his hips against your face, cock going deeper inside your mouth making you gag. Muffled moans resonated into your throat, breathing heavily through your nose as your mouth was completely stuffed. Patri relished on the feeling of your throat clamping around the tip of his cock, eyes rolling in the back while once again, pushing your head down.

As you struggled to get some oxygen into your lungs, Patri took the time to calm himself down, not wanting to come yet. After some seconds, he finally pulled you up, and soon enough you were gasping for air while also stroking his cock with your hand. However, you quickly took him back into your mouth, this time picking up the pace. Soft grunts left his throat, eyes widening when he noticed one of your hands disappearing inside your panties.

It didn’t take a genius to understand that you were getting off on sucking him, and that, greatly increased his ego. Without thinking much about it, Patri began to thrust his hips against your face, making the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. He then pushed you away, quickly standing up on the bed while you stayed knelt in front of him. Before you could ask what he wanted to do, your mouth was, once again, filled with him. But this time it was Patri setting the pace, and it was fast.

Your hands were limply holding on his thighs for some support, but didn’t try to stop him choosing to let him wreck your mouth. Your jaw was starting to hurt, and instead of telling him to slow down, you closed your eyes, focusing on his low groans and heavy breaths.

“Get on all four” he said, finally taking his cock out while catching his breath. He watched you turning around and taking the position he desired, and when you looked at him from the corner of your eye, expectantly waiting for his next move, he got on his knees, quickly hiking up your long skirt and then took off your panties.

His patience was running thin, and that much was clear by how hastily he shoved them down and left them be at your knees. He was far too eager to properly take them off, and without any preparation or warning, with one swift thrust, he plugged his dick inside your sopping hole. A gasp, soon followed by a moan, left your sore throat, and you quickly covered your mouth with a pillow out of embarrassment. However, Patri didn’t seem pleased and took a hold of your hair, pulling your head up.

“Don’t” was all he said before wrapping his finger around your neck and applying the slightest pressure. He gave you some moments to let you adjust to his size, and as soon as your walls relaxed around him, he slowly slid out before thrusting it back, this time deeper. The pace was moderate at first, slowly increasing as his ears got filled with your sweet moans.

Soon enough you were a moaning mess under him, breathlessly asking for more. Patri hummed, leaving a small kiss on your shoulder while you whimpered in pleasure. His other hand traveled down your torso, briefly squeezing your clothed breasts and then gently stroking your stomach. Once his fingers reached your clit, he began to rub it, teasing the sensitive bud with circular motions bringing you even more pleasure.

Your moans were now louder, hips moving on their own to meet him while clenching the sheets between your fingers. You could feel the familiar knot deep inside, and you knew you were reaching your limit.

A small, whimpering ‘please’ left your mouth, suddenly feeling breathless as he began to move his fingers faster, applying more pressure on your clit until you finally came around him.

His thrusts became sloppier as he too was now close to his release, and with a few more harsh thrusts, he came inside you. For a moment he stood like that, calming his racing heart while also leaving small, wet kisses down your back. Patri released his hold on your neck and proceeded to pull his cock out of you, but when he saw his cum, dripping out of your cunt, he took a moment to admire the view. He gently parted your ass cheeks, burning the image of his seed coating your walls and dripping down on the bed-sheets into his brain. It was perfect; your hole overly stuffed with his seed.

His cock twitched, eager to go for another round, but upon seeing the tiredness into your eyes, he thought that maybe he could wait for a couple of more hours. As for right now, he’ll have to clean you up… or maybe not.

He helped you up, gently handling your body until you were sitting on his lap, back resting against his chest. You softly groaned upon feeling more of his cum seep out of you.

“Hey, Patri…” you called, barely turning your head to look at him. If before he looked extremely serious, and somehow upset, he was now wildly smiling, lovingly rubbing his nose against your cheek.

“Yes?”

“How-… Why were you upset?”

“Uh?” he looked at you confused, blinking a couple of times processing your words, and then he finally understood what you meant. “Oh… I got… sad when I saw you laughing with that guy, and I needed reassurance, I guess” he muttered, now pressing small kisses on your neck. His hands moved down your legs, putting your panties back on before adjusting your dress.

“Were you jealous?” you inquired, fully turning around. He circled your waist, now focusing on your chin and cheeks. This sudden need of his to be extremely affectionate was new to you, and if he needed this kind of reassurance then it was fairly easy to understand that he probably had some insecurities, hence the jealousy.

He didn’t answer, instead, got up from the bed and offered you his hand, -a silent invitation for you to get up too.

“I’m hungry, let’s get something to eat?” he asked -but not really-, smile still adorning his face as he pulled you toward the door.

“Wait! I have to change! I can’t go outside like that!” you stammered, pulling at his hand to stop him. Patri blinked, giving you a seemingly innocent and confused look.

“Why?”

“You know why Patri. At least let me get cleaned up real quick and then we can go.” You said, trying to go toward the wardroom, however, he tightened his hold on your hand and once again dragged you outside.

“Nobody will notice” he said, making it through the door and closing it after making sure you were out of the room too. He began walking toward the dining room while you trailed behind him, far too embarrassed of your current state to look at anyone in the eyes.

Knowing that you were in such state, still sopping wet from the aftermath and now with his cum gathered into your panties, was something he found himself enjoying far too much. But he meant what he said, nobody will notice as long as you kept yourself composed. And this won’t be the first nor the last time he’d do that.

Even if at the dining room you’ll talk to someone, the feeling of his cum will constantly remind you of him, and this -despite it not being the best way to deal with jealousy-, was making him feel more at ease.

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zankivich · 5 years

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Neighbors: Shawn x Plus Size Reader Chapter 13

a/n: Hi there. This is going to be good. I promise. Take some deep breaths. Relax a little. Let yourself fall into it. There’s a lot of build up here but it will all make sense in a little while. I promise. If you hate it that’s cool, you can come yell at me. I’ll understand. But I love you? If you like it enough to want to buy me a ko-fi I’d love you forever!

Trigger Warnings: details of sex, anxiety attack

*y/n’s point of view*

Going home is good for a while. You start a huge campaign with Roger’s Stadium to do their new branding. It’s kind of Shawn adjacent, but distant enough that no one brings it up that your boyfriend just happened to sell out a show there. You got to pick someone to help do the low-level research and you quickly paired up with Stu. It meant late nights in the office with your best friend doing what you did best. Marketing was your thing. Understanding different demographics of people and what got through to them best was something that you’d never had to be taught in the classroom. It came naturally. So communicating your product, connecting with people was just fun for you. It just so happened to come with a lovely commission on the side.

You meet with Gina, to confirm and solidify your pitch, but also apparently for a wellness check. After a lifetime of male bosses, you’d never once had one of those, but the second you sat down in her office she quickly flipped the lid on your ipad and made you talk about yourself instead.

“How are you?” She asked.

Your eyes widened slightly. “I...I’m good. How are you?”

“I’m okay,” She chuckled. “You’re used to jumping right into things, aye? Is that it?”

“I guess. Most bosses usually just want me to do the job and move on.”

“Ah. Then this should be a lovely change of pace for you. I have no interest in what you do professionally if you’re not doing okay holistically. The two are deeply intertwined. I’m not saying we’re going to be best friends. In fact we probably shouldn’t but, if at no other point in your day is someone asking you how you’ve been, let that be what your time with me looks like, okay?”

“Okay.” You murmured letting your shoulders relax slightly. “Okay.”

“So I ask you again, how are you doing y/n?”

“Things are good, actually. Stu and I work so well together that sometimes I can’t tell when our friendship stops and when the work begins. We just understand each other’s minds in a really productive way, so it’s really nice to be able to work together.”

She gave you that smile again that said you were doing something wrong causing you to pause again.

“What?”

“I guess I’m just curious how often when someone asks you how you’re doing you immediately start talking about work.”

You signed, hands twisted up in your lap as you struggled to maintain eye contact with her.

“Yea well...There’s not really much going on for me outside of work right now so?”

“Really? What about that famous boyfriend of yours everyone’s always yapping about?”

You snorted. “Famous boyfriend is getting ready for his very famous tour in England at the moment.”

“England, aye? That’s where you flew out to a few weeks ago right?”

“Yea. We uh had a fight that was bit my fault, so I went to apologize and smooth things over. He’ll be heading for Amsterdam come March though.”

She nodded. “That’s a lot for you to handle, I’m guessing. You must fly a lot to go see him? That’s hard considering your job here.”

You peered down at your lap again.

“This is actually the first time we’re doing the whole long term long distance thing. I’m sure we’ll be fine. It’s all a learning curve though. I uh I was planning on going to Amsterdam for the first two shows but that will probably be the last time I leave for at least a few months. I won’t see him for most of the year.”

“Well, shit. That just sucks.”

You smiled. “Yea, little bit. But he says he’ll fly back as often as he can. And with social media and technology now a days I can still talk to him for like hours. We’ll be okay. The hardest part is just keeping myself busy, and thankfully I’m pretty good at that.”

“What about family and friends?”

“Family is...complicated. Friends is Stu and his boyfriend Brian. Most of the people in the office are much older than me though, and we just don’t really care about the same things. I’m good though, I’ve always been the kind of person to go out and do whatever makes me happy. I don’t need a bunch of people around for that.”

She laughed again. “Well isn’t that nice to know. I suppose you can show me your pitch now.”

She loves it. And it’s incredibly validating, and takes a lot of stress of your shoulders. Now all that was left to do was to present the real thing and hope that they liked your design. It seemed like a cause for celebration. So you and Stu made plans to get all gussied up, go out to a fancy dinner, and get wine drunk together before eight pm. You tried to give Shawn a call, he knew how stressed you’d been about it after all, but it went to voicemail. So, you tucked your phone in your purse and went out to have a good fucking time.

“To being in our mid-twenties and finally hitting the fucking glow up! We are in our prime motherfucker!” Stu grinned cheersing his glass against yours.

You snorted. “We sure fucking are. When Ari said it feels so good to be so young and so successful, bitch was not lying.”

“Ugh. I wanna die and come back as that song. I thought that the thing I hated you most for was getting to see Shawn Mendes’ dick in person, but I think it’s that you have the ability to meet my fairy godmother, Ariana Grande, and there’s just nothing I can do about it.”

You peered over at your best friend over the rim of your glass with raised eyebrows.

“Stu...Are you sexually attracted to my boyfriend?”

His eyes widened slightly and his lips parted like a goldfish flopping on a dry surface begging for water. The idiot.

“To be fair...The entire office wants to fuck your boyfriend. Not just me!”

“Wow...That does not make me feel any better you sleez!” You chortled. “You’re my best friend!”

“It’s not like I would pursue it! Besides, Shawn Mendes was on our hall pass list far before you two were playing footsie behind my back.”

“I beg your pardon? And stop calling him by his full name, it gives me the creeps.”

He rolled his eyes at you. “The minute that man figured out how to put on a suit, Brian told me straight up if he ever found out Shawn went the other way, he would leave my ass in a heartbeat.”

“Jesus. So the whole world wants to screw my boyfriend?”

“Little bit, babes. But, you’re the only one who gets to! Don’t worry about the rest of us horny idiots.” He smiled.

“Have I ever told you how good you are at consoling me?”

“No.”

“Good.” You smirked. “You suck at it.”

He swatted at you playfully allowing both of you some time to look over your menus. At least that’s what you thought you were doing. It only took a few minutes of not so subtle stares for you to get the hint. The more you got used to being with Shawn the more you picked up on stuff like that.

“What is it now, Stu?” You sighed plopping your menu down.

“Well...Don’t take this the wrong way, because I completely don’t mean it in a predatory, creepy one at all but...What’s the dick like?”

“Oh god.”

He sighed. “We used to talk about all our hookups! I just want to know that my bestie is getting the dicking down that she deserves. It just so happens that this is internationally famous dick.”

Your best friend was a complete and total dumbass. But, you loved him. And you loved Shawn. And quite honestly not getting to share your experiences with someone was tough. It was hard because you knew Stu might not be able to relate to some of the things you were now experiencing as a result of your relationship, but he was also the person you went to for just about everything and vice versa. Also...sometimes a girl needs to gloat.

You peer around the restaurant as if a pap or one of Shawn’s fans might be lurking around every corner. (Sometimes, it felt like they were.) Stu leaned in in his nosey ass manner

“So like...it’s the best dick I’ve ever had in my life.” You whispered.

“Shut the fuck up.”

You whined dramatically. “I wish I was kidding. The whole hour and a half shows every night of the week translates so well into the bedroom. His stamina is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. His breath control allows him to go down on me for insane amounts of time. I’m talking like the bastard has evolved gills or some shit!”

Stu cracked up laughing and clanked his glass happily against yours.

“To evolving gills, bitch!”

You snorted happily and cheers’d with him again.

“Wait Stu, something happened.” You murmured moving closer in your seat to lean across the table.

“What? What?”

“So I went to the UK obviously to make up for things and I found this plus-size lingerie store while I was there so I thought it might get his mind off things if we like had some fun or whatever.”

“Okay….AND?”

“And so we’re doing...you know, it. And out of nowhere this dominant side of him comes out that honest to god made me wetter than the ocean seas.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “What the hell does that mean? What did he do?”

You bit your lip taking another gander around the restaurant only for him to swat at you about getting shy just as you were getting to the good part.

“I was somewhat bent over, I guess you could say.”

“Great so you were doing doggy style, get to the kinky shit, sis.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t know… It just like started to feel really good and I had a feeling that I was going to…”

“Cum?”

You shook your head softly.

He gasped. “Squirt?”

You nodded.

“Oh. My. God. He’s really dicking you to explosion.”

“Yes. That is accurate. Anyway, I’ve never done that while he was in me before so I guess I started pushing against his hips because it felt so good? And he pulled my arms behind my back randomly and literally fucked me through it. Even when I was screaming louder than I’ve ever screamed before. He said, and I quote: ‘Baby, just let me give it to you. Let me make you feel good like only I can.’ and I just...holy shit Stu it was the best orgasm of my life.”

“You memorized a quote during sex? That is the biggest dick energy I’ve ever heard in my life. I have to go home and now slap my boyfriend because you’ve told me that story. I hope you’re satisfied, ruining other people's relationships. Holy shit, y/n.”

You licked at your lips and smile up at the sky as if God had something to do with it and not your wonderfully aggressive boyfriend.

“Yea. I know.” you sighed dreamily. “I love him.”

Meanwhile…

*Shawn’s point of view*

“What’s your problem? Y/n not texting you back?” Brian asked as Shawn tossed his phone back onto the couch.

He rolled his eyes. “No. But I am a perfectly grown adult who doesn’t need his girlfriend’s constant validation to feel secure in our relationship, Brian!”

“That what the self-help books telling you, bud?”

Brian was walking past after having turned the tv on and he very purposely tripped him. Jackass.

“Is you not getting to blow your load at least three times a day gonna make you an asshole this whole entire tour?”

He reached for a pillow and quickly socked his best friend in the face.

“Why are you such a dickhead, dickhead?!” He snorted. “There’s nothing I can do about having an incredible sex life. That is not my fault!”

“Incredible sex life, my ass!”

He put his hand over his heart and gave him the most sincere face he could offer.

“Bri...it’s a great fuckin’ sex life. Best of my whole life.”

“What does she shoot beams of light out her pussy or something?”

“This is why women hate our whole gender by the way. No, jackass, but she might as well. She is soft and passionate and beautiful and...vocal. Everytime I think I’m in control she does something to put me in my place. It’s wild. She’s fuckin wild.” He sighed collapsing back against the couch. “God, she’s perfect, man.”

Sure, he missed her. He always missed her. But, he also just appreciated everything about her. And talking about their love life wasn’t out of disrespect at all. It was more like bragging out of love for everything that they were together. And also because when it came to sex...they were kind of incredibly good at it.

“You two fuck like bunny rabbits. I’d almost be impressed if it wasn’t a complete inconvenience ninety nine percent of the time.”

Shawn rolled his eyes. “How is our love making an inconvenience to you, oh poor wonderful Brian?!”

“Oh don’t even get me started! Exhibit A, you invite all of us over to your apartment for a party in December. We’re supposed to get incredibly hammered and play mario kart. Not even forty-five minutes into the damn thing, you two assholes disappear into the bedroom, WITH the game system I might add, with the door locked for over an hour. The only reason you even came back out was because y/n wanted more tequila!”

“Hmm...that was a beautiful night. She sounds like a symphony when she cums.” He sighed to himself.

“Gross. Exhibit B! We go to the after party for the billboard awards. It’s supposed to be a good fuckin’ time for everyone--”

“Hey! We had a good fuckin’ time that night! We shared a blunt with Post Malone, Alessia, and fucking Ariana Grande. What could you possibly have to complain about?!”

“Why yes Shawn, that we did. But do you remember what happened after that?” He paused for the briefest of moments before very quickly continuing on. “Y/n for some reason found you smoking to be the hottest thing in the world and decided that she had to have you right then and there. You two left the fucking party and Alessia and I had to uber back to the hotel.”

“Well that is...yea I don’t really have an excuse for that one. Not our best moment. But trust me you didn’t want to be in that car anyway, I ripped her dress that night. It was a bit of a shit show. The only reason the paps didn’t get us was because we penguin waddled inside to hide it.”

“The moral of the story is, as happy as I am that you guys are trying to set an olympic record for fucking, you both suck!”

“You’ve got me there. We both suck...incredibly well I might add.”

He hit him with a pillow and left the room. What are best friends for anyway?

*y/n’s point of view*

“How are things going with Bry?” You asked as Stu worked to pack their bowl.

What better way to celebrate their wonderful friendship date, then ending it with a little weed?

He lit the bowl and took a deep hit, letting it sit in his lungs as he handed it over.

Stu groaned. “They’d be fine if he would get his shit together and propose to me already.”

You took a hit of your own and laughed.

“If you want to marry him so much, why don’t you propose?”

“I’m the one who asked him out in the first place! I’m the one who single handedly kept our relationship going through college. I told him point blank that he needed to propose and for some reason, five years later I’m still missing a ring on my finger!”

“Do you want me to talk to him? Give him the hint?”

He rolled his eyes. “As wonderful as that sounds, no. I want him to want to be with me. I just want him to take a little initiative ya know?”

You each took another hit of the bowl and leaned against each other and the high took over.

“I get it. You want to feel confident in your future. You wanna know he’s gonna be there when you need him. That’s a valid feeling.” You assured him.

“We’ve just been together for so long. And most of the time we are so good together. We communicate well, we have fun together. I just want to know that we’re both feeling the same things. Sometimes he seems so sure that he just thinks we don’t need to talk about it at all.”

“Damn. I think Shawn and I might be the opposite. I think all he wants is for me to talk more.”

Stu chuckled. “No shit. It took me getting you high in my college dorm for you to even tell me anything even remotely personal about yourself. Shawn’s sappy ass probably thinks it’s like talking to a wall.”

“Very funny asshole. I can’t help it okay? I’m the baby of four kids. By the time I was growing up, no one had time to listen to me whine and complain about shit. Shawn just...he understands all of his emotions so well, and he spends so much of his life reflecting on everything no matter how busy he is. I’m trying though. I know it’s necessary, It’s just hard.”

“Do you think you two will be okay with all the touring?” He asked.

Wasn’t that just the million dollar question? You didn’t know how to explain that when you were together it seemed like you could take on the world, like you could do anything together, but that when you were apart you’d never felt weaker. It all feel so sappy and so high school. Not being able to live on your own and per your own person? You wanted to be better than that. And admitting anything else out loud, even to Stu, shook the very foundation of the persona you were trying to force yourself to be.

“Shawn thinks we will be.” You mumbled.

“I didn’t ask what Shawn thinks. I’m your best friend, you can tell me of all people.”

“It’s just harder when we’re apart. So, I fly into whatever country he’s in and we fuck and we go out to dinner and maybe we get high because that’s all there is when you’re together for two or three days. And it’s not until I come back home that I even realize it. Cause when we’re together, I can’t imagine being anywhere else. I could honestly sit in one of those green rooms and just watch him all day, and I’d be happy. I love him that much. But when I get some distance, when I’m back home I realize just how little there is. How little there will be for the rest of the year. I just...I guess I’m hoping I can hold on. Because when I’m with him? It’s the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known.”

“Holy shit babes...That’s deep. C’mere.”

He wrapped his arm loosely around you. You passed the bowl back and forth a few more times until the world grew fuzzy and calm and you were each happier for it. It was a good way to end the night.

***

It’s four in the afternoon. You have a meeting in fifteen minutes to go over revenue for the department. These meetings always made you super anxious. You were the only female senior executive, so any conversation you had about revenue was always in a room full of men. It didn’t help that a lot of the assholes in the office didn’t like the way you were offered the job and definitely held a grudge. You were always dead set on having the best numbers, so no one could say shit. Your stomach was tied up in knots and you just wanted to get it over with, so you could go home and drink a glass--or three--of wine. You’d been stressed about it all week, and it only made it worse that you had started sleeping in Shawn’s apartment because the smell of his sheets was sometimes the only thing that could lull you into sleep only for the smell to eventually fade away. There was tension in your neck and in your shoulders from the tossing and turning, and you just needed the week to be over.

Your phone started to vibrate on your desk and you almost chucked it at the wall. When you saw that it was Shawn wanting to facetime you honestly weren’t sure if that made it better or worse. But, Shawn tended to get anxious when you didn’t answer, so you took a deep breath and opened the phone.

“Babe!” He smiled immediately as his image came slowly into focus.

He must’ve been walking somewhere with the team cause he wasn’t looking at his phone right away. You didn’t really have time for this.

“Hey Shawn. Look, what is it? I’m uh I’m kinda busy.”

“Wait just one sec.” He scrambled a little with the phone before he was finally staring at you, wild curls and beautiful brown eyes to boot. “What’s wrong? You sound stressed.”

“I am stressed. I have a meeting in ten, Shawn; what can I do for you?”

He frowned. “I don’t need you to do anything for me. I just wanted to see you. Hey Jake, I’m gonna go sit for a minute alone alright? I’ll be back.”

“No, Shawn don’t--” But he was already walking away from the group.

“What’s going on, right now? Talk to me.”

Your initial instinct was to tell him nothing was going on, that you didn’t want to talk, you just wanted to muscle through. But you couldn’t help but remember your conversation with Stu a few days ago. It felt hypocritical to say you were trying to communicate if every time your boyfriend asked you to communicate you shut down.

You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose between your thumb and forefinger.

“I have a meeting, okay? That’s all” You mumbled feeling like an incessant toddler.

He nodded. “Okay, you have a meeting. You’ve told me that. You’ve got a meeting that’s stressing you out. You look flustered. What else is going on?”

“Nothing else is going on. I’m just really stressed at the moment.”

He sighed. “Sweetheart, you don’t need to fight me on this. I only want to help you. You’re breathing is uneven. Are you feeling anxious right now?”

“I--I don’t know. Yea, sure, I feel anxious.”

“How long have you felt anxious, honey?”

“Shawn, what the hell does this have to do with anything?!” you snapped the irritation getting to you.

“I think you might be having an anxiety attack. Try and take a deep breath with me. I know you’re feeling upset, but let’s just breathe for a little bit.”

“An anxiety attack? Shawn what--”

“Hush. Just fucking listen to me okay?”

You stumbled into silence and watched as your boyfriend did his best to calm you down. He had you lean the phone against your desk so that you could place one hand over your stomach and the other over your heart. He had you use your stomach as a guide to let your lungs fill with air, breathing slowly and letting the tension in your back and neck to ease out. His voice was low, calm, and incredibly soothing in your ear. You may have offered him comfort before, but this was something new entirely. At least Shawn could tell when he needed help. You were so delusional about your own wellbeing that you hadn’t even been aware you needed it. It wasn’t until you felt your heart rate calm and your shoulders drop that you felt infinitely better. With this relief came a rather odd rush of sadness that left you crying in the middle of your office in broad daylight.

“Hey,” He cooed face moving closer to his screen. “Why are you crying, y/n?”

“I don’t even fucking know.” You sighed trying to catch the tears before they fall. “I really thought I was fine, Shawn. I thought I was okay.”

“That’s alright. That’s why I’m here. To catch the things you let slip. You do the exact same thing for me all of this time. It’s okay to lean on me once in a while, you know?”

You nodded softly with a sniffle. “I really do have to go to my meeting though.”

“Go. Call me when you get home from work okay? Take a shower, relax a little bit. I’m a few hours ahead of you here, but just call and I’ll be there. We can talk through it.”

“Okay. Okay, I’ll do that.” You mumbled.

“You’re gonna do great, sweetie. I love you so much, okay?”

“I love you too. I’ll talk to you later.”

*four hours later*

“Is that my bed?” Shawn asked leaning back with an arm behind his head with abs on full display.

Ugh.

You nodded. “I’ve been sleeping here a little better lately...Is that okay?”

“Yea! Of course it is. Nothing makes me happier than you sleeping there. That spaces is yours too. That’s why I gave you the key to begin with.”

“Okay.” You murmured not being able to hide the smile that his words brought to your face. “You could probably send me a sweatshirt or something that you’ve worn recently though. The sheets hardly even smell like you anymore.”

He grinned. “I’d love to sweetheart. It’s just that by the time something could get to you from Amsterdam, I think you might actually have already flown to Amsterdam. I’ll be sure to send you back with plenty of material.”

“Good.”

“So...you ready to talk about it?”

“Ugh, I am surprised you're not a licensed therapist with how much you want me to talk about my feelings.” you whined. “How did you even know it was an anxiety attack?”

“I just remembered when I was going through my panic attacks at first, that I didn’t even know what they were called. The doctor said these two words, panic attack and anxiety attack, and I didn’t really know the difference. They sort of sound the same. But you know how like when it gets really bad for me it’s like...super quick? Like one second I’m just thinking about something bad and then the next I can’t see my way out of it?”

“Yea. That’s usually when we start breathing together.”

He smiled. “Exactly. I guess anxiety attacks can be a little slower. My doctor said they can actually happen over a period of days. It’s what makes them harder to detect, but it can also make them much harder on the body. It’s like thinking about something until it consumes you. Not being able to sleep, irritability--even at very lovable and cuddly boyfriends, muscle tension. You seemed to check a lot of boxes, honey.”

“I’m sure loveable and cuddly boyfriends was right in the symptom description, aye?”

“You’re deflecting.”

“You’re digging.”

“I am trying to take an ounce of burden off your back, and you are making it incredibly difficult.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath telling yourself to stop being such a little bitch. He was there. He wasn’t going to leave. You could trust him.

“It’s okay to talk to me, y/n. I’m not going to hurt you.” He murmured.

You groaned. “I know. I know.”

“It’s just that...if it were anyone else I’d say that you should find someone to talk to, anyone to talk to but I . . .I’m supposed to be your person. You’re my person and I just--I don’t know y/n, how do I help you through this if you won’t let me?”

“I’m trying Shawn. I swear I am.”

“Hey I know. And I’m trying to be understanding of how hard it is for you. But, I’m also trying to help. I’m gonna need you to at least meet me halfway.”

You nodded sullenly, fingers bunching up in the blankets at the thought of failing him, of not being able to be what he needed.

Shawn sighed. “It’s uh...it’s getting pretty late here. Let’s just talk tomorrow, yea?”

You peered at him through the phone unable to discern how deep of a situation this was from halfway across the world.

“Are you angry with me?”

“N--No. Honey, I’m not angry. I’m just...tired. I’ll call you when it’s morning for you okay?”

“Okay. I love you, Shawn.”

“I love you too. Get some sleep.”

That was certainly easier said than done.

***

*Shawn’s point of view*

He’s in the middle of a meeting when his phone starts to buzz on the table. And he can’t help but reach for it just in case it’s y/n. It is.

y/n: so I couldn’t sleep last night. Surprise. And I just kept thinking about everything that you said, and it made feel really shitty.

y/n: not to say that you made me feel shitty just that that’s how I was feeling

y/n: anyway. I couldn’t sleep, so I tried to think about how I feel and I tried to write it down. I thought I could share it with you. Idk if it’ll help at all I just don’t want to keep letting you down.

y/n: so check your email if you have time. I love you. K. Bye.

And of course the rest of his meeting is absolutely useless. Of course all he can think about is her, about what she might be thinking, about what she might be feeling. And there’s a much bigger part of him than he’d like to admit, that’s wants nothing more than to fly home and cuddle the hell out of her until she gets some rest. The distance between the two of them felt heavier than ever.

“You’ve got forty-five minutes for lunch. Then we’re at the venue for run throughs. Final creative meeting for tour outfits after okay?” Andrew ordered.

Shawn nodded already in search of his laptop.

“Can you have Jake bring me something for the drive? I’m not gonna have time for anything else.”

“Why not?”

“Something is wrong with y/n. I need to check in okay?”

He was so unwilling to focus on anything other than y/n that if Andrew had anything else to say, he didn’t notice. He set up his laptop and found a space to sit in the quiet and read.

So...This is weird. I haven’t written anything like this since my diary in the eighth grade. I just um am tired a lot lately. I don’t think it’s work because I love what I do so much. I guess that’s not great either because I just keep working even when I’m exhausted. And it’s not you. Jesus, it most certainly is not you. I keep thinking that my love for is going to plateau or something, but it never does. It just keeps growing infinitely. I’m not sure if it’s the distance between us at the moment. When I first got home it actually felt good to get back into my routine. I think it’s not until I can’t sleep that I roll over and see you aren’t there that it hits me. It’d just so odd for me Shawn. I want to hold you and talk to you and I can’t because you’re not here. And there isn’t anything that either of us can do about it. I’m not used to there not being a solution. I’ve always been so good at solving things, that now that I can’t I feel like a waste of space. And I know that if I told you you’d tell me to call you but you’re six hours ahead of me right now. Everytime we talk it feels like I’m keeping you from something more important, and I don’t want to do that. I want you to be happy and to tour and have all the success in the world. I think also, and this is just me being honest with myself, even with the people I’ve loved most in my life I haven’t always had my needs prioritized. My mom. My brothers. My dad. So I really try to take care of myself and prioritize myself. I never learned how to let someone else do it for me, because every time I tried I got let down. Your so endlessly kind to me. And you love me like i’ve never been loved before. Me not letting you in when I’m struggling is not malicious it’s just innate. I’m trying to unlearn these things and it’s much harder to do when I don’t even realize that I’m doing them. I’m sorry if I upset you. I’m sorry that you stayed up for me last night only to be disappointed. You mean more to me than a hundred of these pages could explain. I know I keep asking for time, for some leeway, and maybe your getting sick of that. I guess I’m sorry for that too. I promise you it’ll be different, if you let me try. I want to try. I love you enough to do that for us.

He sits with it for a while. There’s a feeling in his chest that he’s never had with y/n before and then there’s another feeling into response to it. He gets out the app on his phone and meditates for a while because he just doesn’t know what it is at first. And it isn’t until after he’s breathed for twenty minutes and they’re in the car on the way to his next meeting that he gets this overwhelming wave of deja vu. It’s so visceral that he feels himself become sixteen again. He watches himself get off the plan in Toronto and drive to his first girlfriend’s house. He watches him explain to her that he’s got to go away and live his dream, and that them being together is only going to hurt her, that it would kill him to keep hurting her. This idea that...it doesn’t matter how much we love each other, it’s never gonna matter, because all I’m ever gonna do it hurt you. And if I love you, if I truly and genuinely love you, then isn’t the greatest act of love I could ever show you to let you go?

It fills him with anger. Anger because this was meant to be different. In hindsight it makes him feel like a child who had been shouting at the top of his lungs that he knew something that he so clearly didn’t. Maybe Andrew was right. Maybe Brian had gotten annoyed for a legitimate reason. Maybe their love wasn’t what he thought it was. Or, even worse, maybe there love was everything it felt like. Maybe it was larger than the two of them, maybe it was complex and beautiful and wonderful. But, maybe that only meant it would consume them in the end.

After that there’s nothing but sorrow. Because his thread, his being, his life was so deeply intertwined with her’s that he could see no way out, couldn’t imagine not being with her.

For the first time in a long time he was completely at a loss. And it seemed as though he had opened up a can of worms that was only going to hurt them in the end. What the hell was he supposed to do now?

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56. Sonic the Hedgehog #38

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The Rise of Robotropolis… The Fall of Sonic!

Writer: Kent Taylor Pencils: Manny Galan Colors: Barry Grossman

Oh boy, this title promises some drama! Antoine, Tails, and Sonic are out on reconnaissance to check on the state of Robotropolis after the earthquake, and much to Antoine's annoyance, there's a big storm pouring down on them. Sonic is unconcerned with the torrent, but soon, they're attacked unexpectedly by combots, which they'd thought all destroyed back in StH#34. During the battle, lightning strikes!

Oh no! Sonic has X's in his eyes, and we all know that's the universal comic book sign of someone being dead! Tails rushes off to find everyone else, but when they arrive turns out he's fine! He just got knocked out for a second. He rushes off, stumbling a bit and still dizzy from his fall. Luckily Bunnie's there to jog with him and say hi!

So turns out Sonic isn't quite so supersonic anymore. Rotor rambles off a full panel of meaningless technobabble, but essentially, the energy explosion from the bot somehow robbed him of his powers. Nicole suggests that perhaps since one power ring is able to give him a boost normally, multiple might help him regain his speed. Sonic is disappointed but hopeful, refusing to give up the fight even when his greatest weapon has been removed from play. The team begins to return to Knothole only to be ambushed by more combots, which take Sonic's friends prisoner while he's helpless to properly battle them. When Sonic is knocked into a nearby lake, Sally's trainee group unexpectedly comes to his rescue, and lo and behold, while he was underwater he managed to grab a ring that the magical lake was in the process of spitting out!

Hey, nice to see these guys again! I think most people just see them as some forgettable characters from a little-appreciated miniseries, but I'm honestly fond of them. They contact their network of spies (meaning the spies on the inside, like Sleuth Doggy Dawg, not Harvey Who's intelligence agency or the Rebel Underground - yeah, there's a lot of spy groups to keep track of around here) who are able to find them a route through which to sneak into Robotnik's city, and they make their way in only to be confronted by the man himself, because of course they are. No rescue mission can ever be easy, can it?

Anyway, then he - wait wait, hold up for a second. Is Robotnik implying with those quotation marks that Snively somehow tortured the information of Sonic's speed loss out of the Freedom Fighters? To be clear, this line isn't elaborated on at all, and the Freedom Fighters seem physically fine, but what the hell else could that mean? Granted, it's not the first time Robotnik's authorized the use of torture on captives - remember poor Wombat Stu in the Tails miniseries? - but even that was sort of played for laughs, with Stu's tongue sticking out comically and everything. Moreover, is Snively really the torturing type in the first place? As Sonic humorously points out, he's just the lackey, and he's not really shown to have a mean streak to him or anything. It'd be weird for Robotnik to point out Snively having prowess in anything if Robotnik was actually the one directing things, with Snively just following orders. He does treat Snively like dirt, after all.

Eh, I don't know why I'm getting hung up on this detail. Robotnik sets some combots fresh off the assembly line on the team, and during the fight Sonic manages to collect three rings - one from the lake, one from his backpack, and one he threw at another combot in an earlier fight. Together, the combined power of the three rings allows him to regain his speed, and he defeats the rest of the combots with ease and rescues his friends.

The story ends in a weird rush, actually - there's only one page after this, and it basically goes:

Robotnik: "Mwahaha, you win, but I'm blowing this place up. See ya!"

Freedom Fighters: (suddenly standing outside the smoking base) "Wow, we sure did escape that in the nick of time!"

It amusingly feels like they ran out of space or something, like they had this whole escape sequence planned for the ending but then got reminded they only had a set amount of pages to tell the story and were like "Uhh crap better wrap this up fast!" Maybe they were just trying to make room for…

Bedtime Tails!

Writers: Mike Kanterovich and Ken Penders Pencils: Ken Penders Colors: Barry Grossman

…this actually pretty hilarious story! Normally the Tails stories are just full of silly kid stuff, but this one got some genuine giggles out of me. Sonic's caught a cold, and to cheer him up, Tails has decided to read him comic books - specifically, the ones he's written! Now, no offense to ten-year-olds, but they're not known for being the best writers. Tails' story essentially involves an alternate universe where he, Sonic, Sally, and Rotor all became irradiated while on an adventure in space, and got vaguely-defined "superpowers" from it. When "Robotnicus" the giant alien human… thing shows up on the planet to eat it ("it" being the entire planet), Sonic opts to give him Twinkies - uh, sorry, Twinkles, guess they didn't get the brand deal for that one like they did the thermos - and it ruins his appetite and gives him an ache in his tum-tum! Seriously, that's the actual dialogue. I was cackling.

Anyway, the story is so boring that it puts Sonic to sleep immediately. The next day, he's feeling better, but Tails isn't - he's caught the cold now. And Sonic knows just how to cheer him up!

Side note, who said Chicken Tenders was inherently bad at art? Just look at that cutie in the bottom left. That is an adorable Sonic.

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Day One - Scream *SPOILERS ABOUND - YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!*

Scream (1996 - Rated R) Directed by Wes Craven. Starring Neve Campbell, Skeet Ulrich, Courteney Cox, and Drew Barrymore.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

What was once an innocent question is now an iconic line from 1996′s slasher classic, Scream. While director Wes Craven is known best for A Nightmare on Elm Street where he was also a writer, Craven did not pen Scream. The story comes from the mind of Kevin Williamson who went on to work on I Know What You Did Last Summer, and The Faculty; also horror films involving teens, so let’s say he’d found his niche. It’s not too surprising to learn Williamson also created the hit teen series Dawson’s Creek.

If you’ve never seen Scream before, the killer is disguised in a halloween costume which is coined later as “Ghost Face Killer.” He terrorizes high schoolers of Woodsboro, mainly Sidney Prescott, daughter of a woman brutally murdered a year earlier. But her killer was put behind bars, so it couldn’t possibly be the same guy. Right?

Scream grabs you within the first five minutes. Poor innocent Casey Becker, played by Drew Barrymore, is home alone, about to start a movie and chill, when a phone call disguised as a wrong number turns into a game of cat and mouse, leaving her gutted, hanging from a tree for her parents to find. One must always remember the killer from Friday the 13th is, in fact, not Jason Voorhees, but his mother. Better luck next time, Casey.

Killed within ten minutes of the movie, one has to wonder why on earth a star like Barrymore would agree to play that part. According to Barrymore herself, she wanted that role. While she was sought out to play the lead role of Sidney Prescott, once reading the script, she asked for the role of Casey. Writer Williamson originally wanted actress Alicia Silverstone (Clueless) for the role of Casey. As if! Barrymore nailed it, solidifying herself as an official Scream Queen with her memorable and iconic scene.

While audiences are recovering from Casey’s shocking death, we’re introduced to the main protagonist, Sidney Prescott, played by fresh faced Neve Cambell, star of The Craft and drama series Party of Five. Portrayed immediately as young and naive, we see her being pressured to be more sexual by her boyfriend Billy Loomis, played by cutie Skeet Ulrich, donning his best Johnny Depp look. Depp stars in Nightmare on Elm Street, so maybe Craven figured that “look” was part of some kind of horror film formula for success. Who knows?

We learn Sidney and Billy have been dating for two years. My first thought? Two years and this guy is still whining about her being a virgin? Dumpppp himmmmm. But apparently it wasn’t always like this. The beginning of their relationship started out hot and heavy (but which relationship doesn’t, amirite?) then somewhere it falters... Sidney grows a bit cold as far as physical touch goes. Ah hah. That would be when her mom was brutally raped and murdered.

The quaint (but rather rich... I mean, everyone’s living in these huge fancy farmhouses and none of these kids seem to have jobs, other than Randy, whom I’ll get back to soon) town of Woodsboro is shooketh. They haven’t seen crime like this since Sid’s mom.

With Sid’s dad out of town for work, Sid waits around for her best friend Tatum (Rose McGowen) to pick her up for a sleepover. Sid gets a prank call and assumes its their friend Randy. Told you I’d come back to him. Randy works at a video store and makes many references to scary movies. In fact, the movie itself is very meta. Lots of name dropping and parallels to other horror classics. “Randy” gets Sid to chat about scary movies where Sid confesses she hates them because they’re all the same. “The big breasted actress that can’t act always runs upstairs instead of outside; it’s insulting” (I’m paraphrasing) which is comical because once she learns the voice on the phone is not Randy, and the person calling is actually in the house and attacks her, she can’t get out the front door, forcing her to run upstairs.

Hiding herself in her bedroom, Billy pops into the window and a cell phone falls out of his pocket. Dun dun dun! All signs point to Billy! There’s no way it can’t not be Billy! But we are so conditioned by Scooby Doo as kids. It’s never who we think it is. There’s always a red herring. There’s always a twist. So while we believe they want us to think it’s Billy, we’re smarter than that. We know it can’t really be him. Because where’s the fun in that? Giving away the killer so soon? Nah bruh. We’ll wait for the big epic “ah HA, I knew it wasn’t Billy” moment.

After a pit stop at the police station where both Sid and Billy are questioned, Sid stays over at Tatum’s house where the killer phones yet again, accusing Sid of “fingering the wrong guy again.” Whoa, whaaat? The wrong guy? AGAIN?

It’s not long after we learn that Sidney testified against her mother’s killer, Cotton Weary, putting him away for good. Tabloid journalist (think today’s TMZ) Gale Weathers played by Courteney Cox in a horrid neon green dress suit believes in Cotton’s innocence. She made bank writing a book about the tragic event surrounding Sid’s mom and Sid ain’t too happy about it.

Running into Billy at school, Sid and Billy chit chat about how the anniversary of the death of her mother is coming up and Billy thinks Sid should just “get over it” already. Because he got over his father leaving a year ago. Because that’s totally the same thing.

Boyfriend of the year right there. What a sociopath. Here’s where we get back on board thinking “Yeah maybe it’s Billy... who else could it be?”

The town of Woodsboro is put on a curfew until the police can get to the bottom of things. But kids will be kids and kids will have parties when parents are away and why are the parents always away? Randy and Stu (Stu would be Tatum’s goofy boyfriend played by over-the-top Matthew Lillard, and Stu just happens to be Billy’s ride or die) chat about Billy. Randy thinks Billy’s the killer. Stu laughs, but defends his buddy. The signs are starting to point more towards Sid’s dad. The police haven’t been able to get ahold of him. And when they checked the phone records for the calls made to Sid, they weren’t coming from Billy’s phone, but rather Sid’s dad’s phone. Uh oh. Could it be with the anniversary of mom’s death, dad is finally losing it?

At Stu’s house, teens are drinking beer and watching scary movies, provided by Randy. The killer’s there and Tatum meets her end, getting stuck in a doggy door and her neck snapping. Billy shows up to the house after this happens, again, making us believe he’s the killer. No one cares about Tatum’s whereabouts I guess, and Sidney slips away with Billy, upstairs. Two high schoolers headed upstairs into a bedroom, what could possibly happen next? Downstairs, Randy lists off rules for surviving a horror film.

Number one, never have sex. Number two, never drink or do drugs. Number three, never say “I’ll be right back.”

Remember those rules and you too will be around for the sequel.

This film is full of clever bits. While everyone is watching Halloween, Randy announces “obligatory tit shot” and just as the actress in Halloween bares her breasts, the shot then turns to Sidney taking off her bra but she gets blocked from view by Billy. Hah!

Yada yada yada, Sid and Billy break rule number one and Billy is next to be killed. This is when we believe we were right all along. It wasn’t Billy after all. The tricky movie makers tricked us but we secretly knew it wasn’t really him. Sid escapes out the window after being chased around a bit. The killer goes downstairs where Randy is now all alone on the couch watching Halloween. Randy is played by Jamie Kennedy and if you remember, Jamie Lee Curtis is the lead in Halloween. So Randy’s on the couch shouting “Jamie look behind you” as the killer sneaks up behind him. Thankfully, Randy is saved by Sidney screaming for help outside and the killer leaves him, for now.

More death happens, yada yada, it gets bloody. Sid ends up back in the house and Randy and Stu fight over who the killer is. Stu blames Randy and Randy blames Stu. We’ve seen Randy and the killer in the same room, but we’ve never seen Stu and the killer in the same room.... hmm. Something to think about. But not something Sid has time for, so she closes the door on both of them. Billy comes stumbling down from upstairs, covered in blood. Now that Sid is positive Billy isn’t the killer, she’s comfortable with him taking the gun from her, to be the protector now, even if he is half dead.

Billy lets Randy in and ends up shooting him. Whaaat? Sidney tries to escape, confused as hell, obviously, and bumps into Stu who came in through the kitchen. Stu pulls out a voice changer and speaks exactly like the killer and everyone is shocked to discover it was THE TWO OF THEM THIS WHOLE TIME! They admit to framing Cotton, who’d been having an affair with Sid’s mom. Apparently Sid’s mom had multiple affairs and was the reason Billy’s dad left. Dun dun dun.

Stu pulls Sid’s dad out of another room, bound and gagged. He and Billy plan to stab each other, kill Sid, then shoot Sid’s dad, making it look like Sid’s dad went on a killing spree, and then offed himself. Billy and Stu would be the only survivors. How convenient!

But things don’t work out how they hoped. Billy ends up getting shot. Then Randy, who isn’t dead, says “This is when the killer comes back for one final scare” and Billy comes back for one final scare before Sidney puts a bullet in his head.

The way the movie is shot, the clever way it pays homage to other horror classics, makes it so lovable. It’s really revived the horror genre, or at least the slasher portion. Many sequels have since been filmed, as well as a television series, and comical spoofs. It’s definitely a film that I would call a masterpiece of story telling and directing. Definitely add this one to your Halloween and Chill list for October. It’s available to rent on Amazon. Also check with your cable provider, as it was free on demand for me.

RATING: 🎃🎃🎃🎃 4 out of 5 pumpkins

#halloweenandchill #halloween #movies #scarymovies #october #scream #screammovie #sidney prescott #ghostface #whatsyourfavoritescarymovie #wyloren

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Dr Dre Let Me Ride Clean

Discover releases, reviews, credits, songs, and more about Dr. Dre - Let Me Ride at Discogs. Complete your Dr. Watch Dr Dre feat Snoop Doggy Dogg Nuthin But a G Thang Uncut & Dirty - The CracK on Dailymotion. Clean Version) Arti M. Dr Dre & Snoop Dogg 'Let me Ride. About Let Me Ride 'Let Me Ride' is a 1993 single by rapper and producer Dr. Dre, and the third single from his debut studio album, The Chronic. It experienced moderate success on the charts, until it became a massive hit when Dre won a Grammy Award for Best Rap Solo Performance for the song during the Grammy Awards of 1994. Produced by Stu-B-Doo, the song featured a verse from Dr. Dre and a chorus by Mack 10. Though 'Ghetto Fabulous' had a more commercial sound to it than his previous singles, it was not a commercial success, only making it to 56 on Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Singles & Tracks. The video also features Ice-T.

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(Redirected from Let's Ride (The Game song))

'Let's Ride'Single by The Gamefrom the album Doctor's AdvocateReleasedSeptember 25, 2006 (US) January 8, 2007 (UK)GenreWest Coast hip hop, G-Funk, Gangsta rapLength3:57LabelGeffenSongwriter(s)Storch, S., Jayceon TaylorProducer(s)Scott StorchThe Game singles chronology

'It's Okay (One Blood)' (2006)'Let's Ride' (2006)'Wouldn't Get Far' (2007)

'Let's Ride' is a song performed by rapper The Game for his second album, Doctor's Advocate. The song was written by The Game and Scott Storch and was released as the album's second single on September 25, 2006.(1) The Game mentioned on radio station KDAY in Los Angeles, California that the track was recorded in Miami, Florida, but had the feel of a West CoastDr. Dre record. The song peaked at number 46 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. The song heavily references the 1993 single 'Let Me Ride' by rapper Dr. Dre.

Reception(edit)

'Let's Ride' received mediocre reviews from music critics. MusicOMH wrote that the track 'lacks in any of the vigour and enthusiasm that came with his debut major release album'.(2)Pitchfork Media gave the song a negative review saying, 'What an embarrassment this song turned out to be, lumberingly obvious and poorly crafted from the first awkward gang reference to the last Dre namedrop.'(3)About.com's Henry Adaso called the track 'just another boring mantra devoid of substance' with The Game delivering 'a lethargic sprawl, replete with 50 Cent-esque crooning and tautological Dre odes ('Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby, it's a G thang').'(4)Entertainment Weekly, in a review of Doctor's Advocate, wrote that the song 'recycle(s) Dre's signature high-pitched synths and plinking pianos' and is 'marred by stale rhymes chronicling cartoonish gangbanging.'(5)Chocolate magazine said the track 'lacks charisma and substance, and is filled with 50 Cent-style tuneless crooning, endless name checks for Aftermath, Eminem and Dr. Dre and empty lyrics'.(6) There is also an unofficial remix for this song featuring Ice Cube, Snoop Dogg and Xzibit.

Music video(edit)

The music video premiered on Black Entertainment Television's 106 & Park on October 23, 2006 as a 'new joint'. On November 14, 2006, the video debuted on MTV's Total Request Live at #10 and stayed on the chart for well over 16 days.(7) The Game is seen riding in a 1964 Chevrolet Impala with hydraulics and contains a cameo appearance by fellow West Coast rapper Snoop Dogg. The video was also the subject of an MTVMaking the Video episode like his previous single, 'Dreams'.

Track listing(edit)

Side A

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'Let's Ride (clean)' – 3:53

'Let's Ride (dirty)' – 3:53

'Let's Ride (instrumental)' – 3:53

'Let's Ride (acappella)' – 3:53

Side B

'Let's Ride (clean)' – 3:53

'Let's Ride (dirty)' – 3:53

'Let's Ride (instrumental)' – 3:53

'Let's Ride (a cappella)' – 3:53

Charts(edit)

Chart (2006–07)Peak positionFinland (Suomen virallinen lista)(8)12Germany (Media Control AG)(9)74Ireland (IRMA)(10)36New Zealand (Recorded Music NZ)(11)17Switzerland (Schweizer Hitparade)(12)79UK Singles (OCC)(13)42US Billboard Hot 100(14)46US Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs (Billboard)(15)55US Hot Rap Songs (Billboard)(16)14

References(edit)

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^Yash (September 21, 2006). The beat was produced by Storch and cost $2 million. The Game 'Let's Ride' (Strip Club) Audio. Accessed June 2, 2007.

^Ahmad, Azeem (November 27, 2006). The Game - Let's Ride (Geffen)Archived June 4, 2011, at the Wayback Machine. MusicOMH. Accessed June 1, 2007.

^Macia, Peter (September 27, 2006). The Game “Let's Ride (Strip Club)” 2006Archived April 6, 2008, at the Wayback Machine. Pitchfork Media. Accessed June 1, 2007.

^Adaso, Henry (2006). The Game - Let's Ride (Strip Club) (Black Wall Street / Geffen). About.com. Accessed June 1, 2007.

^Dombal, Ryan (November 10, 2006). Doctor's Advocate (2006). EW. Accessed July 1, 2007.

^The Game: Let's Ride (Strip Club)Archived October 26, 2007, at the Wayback Machine. Chocolate magazine. Accessed June 1, 2007.

^TRL Archive DebutsArchived January 2, 2008, at the Wayback Machine. Popfusion. Accessed June 22, 2007.

^'The Game: Let's Ride' (in Finnish). Musiikkituottajat – IFPI Finland. Retrieved 2011-04-12.

^'The Game, Let's Ride'. charts.de (in German). Media Control Charts. Retrieved 2011-08-28.

^'Chart Track: Week 2, 2007'. Irish Singles Chart.

^'Charts.nz – The Game – Let's Ride'. Top 40 Singles. Retrieved 2011-04-12.

^'Swisscharts.com – The Game – Let's Ride'. Swiss Singles Chart.

^'Official Singles Chart Top 100'. Official Charts Company. Retrieved April 12, 2011.

^'The Game Chart History (Hot 100)'. Billboard. Retrieved 2011-04-12.

^'The Game Chart History (Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs)'. Billboard.

^'The Game Chart History (Hot Rap Songs)'. Billboard.

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External links(edit)

'Let's Ride' music video on YouTube

Lyrics of this song at MetroLyrics

Retrieved from 'https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Let%27s_Ride_(Game_song)&oldid=997100755'

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Now all I can imagine is Murdoc bugging Rachel, but in the worst (or best) ways possible.

"Rachel, love, that blouse isn't doing you any favors."

"You look like a newborn giraffe in those heels! I could teach you to walk better."

"I hope you're ready to be his mum. Y'know, there's a lot of things Stu won't do himself. His laundry's actually almost done, come to think of it...."

"Don't feel special Rachel. I see more birds leave his room than I can even bloody count. He's left you around because some people know your face."

"Get with a bloke that lasts more than five minutes and doesn't hump like a dog. And if you had a brain in that thick skull, you'd think "huh, well, how'd he know that?""

"Oh no, no no no Rachel, you don't wanna see Stuart right now. After all the booze and drugs from yesterday, he wouldn't want you to see him in this state. I'm just being a good mate, looking out for him! Come back later. Wayyyyy later. NEVER!"

Frankly, nothing he's said is untrue and Rachel should be thanking him. You have to wonder if it's a coincidence that Stuart's celebrity crush turned short-term squeeze and his mum have the same name... at best you'll get unsatisfying doggy-style and a comped ticket to Tusspot's while they're in Brighton, at worst you'll wake up in this toxic waste dump to make eggs & soldiers for a grown man.

I do think that Murdoc somewhat enjoys having women around, as both an equal opportunity dirty pervert and a perpetual shit-stirrer-- I actually reckon Murdoc has too much fun getting under Stuart's skin to ever want the girls to stop showing up entirely, as his tactics are much more effective with Stu's personal embarrassment/emasculation (in the most extreme Paula-shaped circumstances) at stake!

#thank you this was a delight to read #headcanon posts

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omniishambles · 4 years

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❛ what is it about them? ❜ ~ Esther to Viago

| 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇: 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎? |

“I mean...I know it sounds kind of rude because they can’t help it, but it’s mostly the smell? It’s just...it’s very doggy. And they’re nice guys, don’t get me wrong! But you have to have the windows open for ages when they come round and then all the moths come in and they start eating the antique furniture, it’s just difficult to get a good balance.”

Though the vampire tried to hide his little wince of distaste it still showed very clearly in the creasing of his brow and the wrinkling of his nose. Werewolves just weren’t the best house guests. Now a garden party, that was another matter entirely! That wasn’t a problem at all.

“It’s even worse if it rains because you have to let them in, but the smell is stronger. I actually bought these really cool incense sticks once, they all had dramatic names like Dark Embers and Blood Rite, but even Stu said they were really strong so I had to throw them out.”

#yarniingtales #I lost a really nice silk scarf in about 1912 > viago

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The Return Visit Find Part One Here! If … Like so many of us are, you’re here just to get your rocks off, Then skip ahead to the line to enjoy the filth. Otherwise, sit back, relax and enjoy. A few weeks go by with very little communication between the four of us, just the odd ‘How are you doing?’ ‘What are you guys up too today?’ every now and again. Until about a month after the hotel night, we decide to organise a dinner date. To save on costs we all elected for a home dinner date and it was to be held at Jane and Stu’s place. So we drive the hour or so that it takes to get there, stopping at the closest supermarket to grab a bottle of vino and some kind of pecan based chocolate dessert thing. We pulled up outside their place, with the same feeling of anticipation and nerves that we felt on our first visit. Giggling and shaking like school kids on a first date. Knocking on the door we quickly gave each other a kiss and entered the house. Dinner was Vegan Duck pancakes, or Seitan which we all still find amusing. The three of us; Zee, Jane and I sat in the living room, which was decked out with various nerd memorabilia and Warhammer. Spotify playing in the back the drinks once again were flowing, as we popped the wine in anticipation of our food. I should mention at this point, for those who need descriptions, since our last meeting Janes pixie cut had gone from platinum blond to a red so dark it was almost black. The plan for the evening was a game of Jenga, but not just any jenga. Each block had a dare or strip written on it. So after we had got nice and merry and consumed the delicious chinese feast that was prepared we relocated to the Zen room. This room was lit only by black light, and was surrounded by mattresses on three of the four walls, the fourth held a book case with various board games and novels. In the middle sat the Jenga. Now the rules to this are simple but effective and I highly recommend you play it with all your enlightened friends. On each block you write a forfeit, a Dare, or a Strip and players take it in turns to pull out a block and enact the assigned task. So away we went, starting with Zee and moving clockwise, things started fairly tame. Remove item, a sock goes flying, Name the most risky place you’ve had sexual contact. Kiss the person to your right, Jane shuffles her way seductively to me and we make out for 0 seconds or so, exploring the new horizons of each other's face. The others watch on with smirks on their face. I pull out the next block Recieve oral from the player on your right. Fucking result, i’m getting all the good cards. I lean back and undo the top button of my maroon jeans that was my attire for the evening, I feel the waistband of my boxers being pulled down and lift my butt up to allow it. My semi erect cock immediately enveloped in a warm embrace. Now Zee knows my cock well by this point, she knows how to take my dick all the way down her throat and does so with ease, pulling me out to circle the head with her pierced tongue, the slightly cold feel of the metal on my tip bringing me to full mast.It’s over all too soon and I sit back up quickly getting slightly dizzy from the sudden movement. Zee removes the next block and weirdly its to recieve oral from a player of her choosing, naturally she pumped for Jane. In much the same way Zee led back to allow access, and Jane got to work, the hot milf being fucked one minute time limit quickly comes but they don’t seperate right away, as Jane expertly parting Zee’s legs with her hands and circling her tongue around the engorged clit. More clothes are removed as the rounds go on, and we’re left with a naked mature women over 60 Stu, bottomless but Bra Jane. Topless but knickers Zee and me in just my Calvin Klein boxers. If you have any type of questions pertaining to where and how you can utilize mature moms fucking movies, you can contact us at the site. ‘All players can write on you" This is the block that Jane pulled out that really got the game heated. We grab a makeup pencil and eagerly take turns writing all over her body ‘Slut’ ‘Boobs’ ‘lick here’ the usual, which I decide to do. Stepping drunkenly over the tower in the centre I push Jane down and start to tease her with the tips of my fingers, Taking in the scent of her wet pussy. I slowly work in two fingers to push against her G Spot and feel her buck against me immediately. Zee and Stu waste no time either as he demonstrates his equally excellent technique. The room heats up as Stu is placed down and fucked by Jane whilst Zee sits on his bearded face. I get involved the best I can by presenting my freshly shaven (for the occasion) cock to Zee’s mouth which she takes hungrily, whilst moaning. This continues for a while, until Jane decides she wants to fuck Zee, and produces a strap on from a drawer on the bookshelf. Purple in colour, about 6 inches long and fairly girthy it was attached to a black leather contraption that took some time to position and tighten. We all get into position, Zee in Doggy position with Jane entering her lubed up purply member into her now glistening pussy. Stu sits in front of Zee to get a deepthroating of the century, and I take the only available hole, which is Janes mouth. Feeling the sensation of a tongue that isn’t pierced when you are used to one that is, is an entirely new sensation and one that I did enjoy thoroughly. Although both girls were kind of preoccupied. We all take a break to grab some water and chat, before mixing things up once again as this time it’s my turn to be mounted whilst tasting on the pure delights of a freshly fucked pussy. We attempted to time it so that we all came together, but being only our second time all together it was possibly optimistic. Stu unleashed thick ropes onto Zee’s chest as i was fucking her from behind, which then led me to push my juice covered cock into Janes awaiting mouth and unleash a cum shot deep in her throat. Out came the Strapon once more as Jane, being the dominant type was determined to get Zee off. The guys sat back and enjoyed the show as Zee got closer and closer to a screaming orgasm that the neighbours in this small terrace house MUST have heard. We all collapse in a heap as I absent mindedly bring Jane to a quiet orgasm with my hands. At some point Zee and I must have fallen asleep as we awoke alone in the room. We go downstairs to find there is a full plan for breakfast before we make our journey back home in time for work the next day. I hope you enjoyed this story as much as my last one, please do leave a comment as I love hearing feedback, or how you got off to it. xX Matt Xx Mattieboobs

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