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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭 | steve harrington & eddie munson x reader

summary | steve and eddie are hunting through the forest at night looking for you... but don't worry, they promise they're not gonna hurt you. (based on an anonymous request I got for predator/prey and size kink with dark!steddie that was supposed to just be a drabble... oops.)

word count | 3.7k

warnings | dark (cnc aka noncon!!), smut (oral m and f receiving, creampie, pearl necklace, rough sex, outdoor sex, threesome, spitroast), hunting and predator/prey kink, size kink (meaning the reader is implied to be petite once or twice), degradation, humiliation, forced orgasms, aftercare, roleplay

18+ only, dark themes, read the warnings!

"Come out, bunny," Steve cooed as he shined his flashlight through the trees. "What are you hiding for?"

"She's just a little scared," Eddie explained, calling out into the woods as he continued, "aren't you, babydoll? It's okay, we don't bite."

"Speak for yourself," Steve laughed, and Eddie shoved him on the shoulder.

You shifted against the ground you were sitting on, trying to keep your leg from falling asleep, but froze when you heard a twig snap under you. "Ohh, d'you hear that?" Eddie purred.

"Yeah," Steve breathed, "is that you, bunny? We just wanna talk, okay?"

You covered your mouth when you felt the tree behind you shake. "This isn't gonna take too long, is it?" Eddie groaned to Steve. He was casually leaning on the tree you were hiding behind; of course he was. You shut your eyes and tried not to breathe.

"Just keep looking, okay?" Steve replied. "It's gonna be worth it."

"Well, I knew that," Eddie purred, "been waiting too long to get a taste of that little pussy... what are you gonna do to her, when we find her?"

"I want her mouth first," Steve answered confidently, "you know the ones that act like they don't want it get so wet when they get a taste of some cock."

Eddie chuckled in agreement.

"How about you?"

"Oh god, I dunno— where to start, right?" Eddie laughed. "All I know is where to finish: those tits."

"Now, don't get me wrong," Steve countered, "I like the way you think but... man, I've been waiting to come inside her for weeks. She's gonna try to get me to pull out, though, so you've gotta help me keep her still."

"Didn't think you needed help holding down a little girl, Harrington," Eddie mocked.

"Trust me," Steve warned him, "she's tiny, but she's tough. Not that she'll give us much trouble— just as long as we work together."

"Right," Eddie decided. "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot..."

There was a moment of silence, and you wrinkled your eyebrows together as you hoped to listen in closer. Why would they have just stopped talking so suddenly?

You leaned a little closer to the other side of the tree— maybe they were whispering or something— but all you heard was the slightest rustling of leaves. You dared a glance over your shoulder: your heart stopped when you saw Eddie's face right there, smiling wide at you as he crouched on the ground.

"Boo."

You jumped up as fast as you could, breaking into a sprint; they didn't start after you right away, they were letting you get ahead on purpose, you knew that-- because if he wanted to, Eddie could've just grabbed your ankle right as you got up and you would've been done for.

That was the worst part of it: they were so sure they would get you in the end that they were letting you tire yourself out just for fun. You should just be thankful for the sliver of a chance... but instead, you were terrified of how much worse they were going to make it for you, as punishment for not just surrendering in the beginning.

You ran like you’d never run before, the adrenaline coursing through you keeping the soreness in your legs from bothering you too much; you dodged trees and branches, hoping to be light enough on your feet to dodge the twisted roots coming out from the dirt. Your sneakers were struggling to keep traction on the damp ground— it had just rained this afternoon, even now it was still a little foggy from the moisture in the air— but you managed to stay upright even when you almost slipped a few times.

You knew they were gaining on you because you could hear them laughing. One more reminder that this was just a game for them— but it was all but life or death for you.

Steve caught up with you first, but he didn’t grab you; instead, he shoved you down, knocking you into the dirt, where you crawled pathetically until he grabbed you by the ankles.

“No!” you yelped.

“Shh, not gonna be so bad,” Steve promised as he turned you over— Eddie was standing just over his shoulder, and he bent over to rest his hands on his knees as he panted from the run. “We just wanna talk, right?”

“Right,” Eddie agreed.

“Get up,” Steve snarled at you as he grabbed your hand and yanked you onto your feet; you yelped, struggling to find your balance, and he held your arms behind your back as Eddie stalked around you in a half-circle, like he wanted to see you from every angle.

"Oh no, little babydoll got dirty, huh?" Eddie laughed, noticing how the dirt and mud clung to your dress. “Let's get you out of these filthy clothes, sweetheart…”

Steve kept you from struggling too much as Eddie roughly tore your clothes off, his tongue poking out from between his lips as he forced the fabric to rip. You mumbled, “No, please… don’t…” as he ripped your bra away, but he ignored you— and he snapped through your panties in a second.

“There we go,” he purred as you hung your head low, his eyes and hands exploring your naked body hungrily. “So sick of you hiding from us, babydoll— hiding in this dark forest, hiding those cute tits— and your pussy, it’s wet, isn’t it?”

Steve kicked your legs apart, and Eddie reached between them. You tried to wiggle away, but Eddie smacked you across the face.

“Stop moving,” he warned harshly, ringed fingers groping around your pussy until he felt your soaked folds. He looked at Steve, who looked back at him, and smiled. “Oh, Harrington, she’s soaked…”

“Knew it,” Steve laughed.

“You caught her— you go first,” Eddie offered.

“Aww, thanks man!” Steve declared, before turning you around and shoving you down onto your knees. “You know how to do this, don’t you?” he asked gruffly as he started to unbuckle his belt right in front of your face. “I feel any teeth, I’ll fuckin’ knock them out, okay? So be good.”

You winced as Steve pulled his erection out of his boxers, trying to turn away— but a hand on your head stopped you. You only knew it was Eddie’s because you could feel his rings against your scalp.

“Open your mouth,” Steve ordered. You did nothing; Eddie put his other hand on your chin, pulling your mouth open as you groaned in pain. Steve slipped his cock inside, running it over your tongue with a groan before he plunged a little deeper. “Fuck, c’mon, suck on it,” Steve encouraged.

Reluctant, but low on options, you closed your lips and hollowed your cheeks.

“Hah, figured you knew how to do this,” Steve breathed, tilting his head back. “You act so innocent, but you love this, don’t you? Slut.”

Steve’s hand smacked your cheek, and you whined around him. “Think she can take it a little deeper?” Eddie asked him from behind you, and you saw him nod. Eddie bent down slightly to speak closer to your ear. “What do you say, babydoll, wanna choke on Stevie’s dick?”

You shook your head, but as soon as you did, Eddie pushed your head down to force Steve’s cock right into your throat. You struggled and fought for air, pushing on Steve’s thighs desperately, but it was no use.

“Fuck,” Steve groaned, “fuck, don’t let her up yet.”

“Not yet,” Eddie agreed, “just a few more seconds…”

It felt like ages, but he did let you go; you pulled back with a gasp and a sputter, coughing vigorously as Steve and Eddie laughed at you. You yelped as Eddie pulled you up onto your feet suddenly, his hand on the back of your head again to force you to bend at the hips.

“You can keep going,” he told you, like it was an offer and not an order. “I’m just gonna fuck you while you suck on Stevie’s cock, babydoll.”

You opened your mouth to try to convince him not to, but Steve filled it again before anything could come out; you mumbled uselessly around him, his hands gripping either side of your head to hold you steady as he groaned. “Such a sweet little mouth,” Steve sighed, “just like I imagined it. How’s her pussy feel, Munson?”

“About to find out,” Eddie replied, rubbing his fat head between your other lips. “Wanna bet she’s tight?”

“Oh, I know she is,” Steve insisted; and with a rough push, Eddie filled your hole. It made you moan around Steve’s cock, which made him moan, too.

“Fuck, we were right,” Eddie breathed, “so fuckin’ tight. Nice and warm, too— just been waitin’ for this dick, haven’t you, babydoll?”

You couldn’t say much, feeling horribly full and a little dizzy and totally used up. They both fucked you relentlessly, neither offering much patience or mercy, or even sympathy for the fact that you were already being fucked so hard by someone else.

“Oh my god, she keeps getting more wet,” Eddie laughed, reaching around your hips to slide his fingers over the drips of arousal running down your thighs. Steve pulled your head off of his cock, and you panted with an open mouth as he pushed you down lower.

“Lick my balls,” he demanded, and you grimaced a little but stuck your tongue out further. He moved your head how he wanted it, rocking his hips against your face a bit; his cock, slick from your spit, rubbed against your face and got you all slimy. “Fuck, that’s good…”

“Dirty bitch,” Eddie laughed, smacking you on the ass— a whine jumped out of your wide-open mouth.

“What?” Steve wondered.

“She clenched on me,” Eddie noticed. “You like licking Harrington’s balls, babydoll?”

“Fuck, that is nasty,” Steve chuckled, looking down at you. “You’re really a filthy fucking slut, huh? Why don’t you just admit it?”

He tugged on your hair, keeping your face still so he could give it a few more smacks. “Just say it, baby,” Eddie encouraged as well.

“I-I’m a…” you swallowed thickly, shutting your eyes so you could force the words out, “I’m a f-filthy fucking slut.”

Steve held his cock, smacking you lightly on the face with it— when he pressed his balls up to your chin, the tip reached your forehead. “Look how big it is compared to her,” Steve told Eddie with a wide grin.

“Fuck, she’s so little,” Eddie cooed.

“Or I’m so big!” Steve defended.

“I mean, both,” Eddie offered.

“Thanks,” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Tell him his cock is big, sweetheart,” Eddie instructed you— and his hand slid up your thigh to pinch your clit. You whined loudly, trying to press your thighs together, and he laughed. “Tell him, baby, and look at him while you say it.”

You looked up at Steve, who had his eyebrows raised expectantly when he met your gaze. “You, um… you have a big cock, Steve.”

“See? Told you,” Eddie sing-songed.

“And how does Eddie’s cock feel, huh, bunny?” Steve asked you in return.

“I-it hurts,” you whined.

“Y’know, I was trying to get her to say it felt good,” Steve told Eddie, “but that might be more of a compliment.”

“Yeah, she can bitch about it all she wants,” Eddie chuckled, “I know she likes getting this pussy stretched out. Don’t ya, little girl?”

Another hard pinch on your clit made you gasp: “F-fuck, fuck yes,” you sighed, “I like it…”

Eddie moaned lowly as he fucked you faster. “You like it enough to come?”

You whined, but he started to rub your clit hard and fast; it made your legs shake, and you heard Steve laugh a bit. “Is she close?” he asked Eddie.

“Yeah,” Eddie panted, “wanna cream for me, babydoll? Go ahead and do it.”

“Think she’ll come faster if she’s sucking me again?” Steve wondered.

Eddie laughed; “Definitely.”

Steve pushed his cock back into your mouth, making you choke and gag again as the pressure on your clit nearly became too much to bear. You hated that that actually worked, but it did— maybe the benefit was your orgasmic moans weren’t quite as embarrassingly loud, but Steve got a nice view of your eyes rolling back in your head.

“Fuck,” Eddie groaned, “good job, babydoll— coming nice and hard on my cock, feels so good…”

You were drooling all over both of them, in two different ways, and your hearing was a little fuzzy but you caught them both mocking you a bit for it.

“Gonna pull out and coat those tits soon,” he warned, “just like I said I would. Did you get wet when you heard me say that, baby?”

You did, but obviously you didn’t say anything; you were too weak to hide your own moans now, and the hands in your hair and on your hips were the only thing holding you up now.

“Fuck, fuck, turn her around, Steve,” Eddie ordered; they both pulled out quickly and Steve grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to kneel and look up at Eddie. He stepped up to you, one hand a silvery blur over his cock as he stroked himself, the other pushing your hair back and holding your head. “Good girl, want this come all over your tits?”

Again, you didn’t need to answer, it was irrelevant anyways; a second later, he was groaning loudly as come shot out and landed in haphazard stripes across your chest. Your nipples were getting harder, for no good reason, and Steve watched it all with a proud look on his face. Eddie’s lip curled as he looked down at you, jerking his cock until every drop was on your tits; he sighed, and smiled.

Just as you were appreciating the brief moment of peace, Steve roughly yanked you up onto your feet and pressed himself up behind you. “My turn,” he grunted as he suddenly and roughly filled you with his cock.

You whined and dropped your head limply, feeling Eddie’s spend starting to cool on your chest. He had already put his cock back in his jeans, and was watching the scene before him with a grin. “Be good for Stevie,” he cooed at you, holding your jaw in his hand and forcing you to look up at him. “He wants to come inside you, nice and deep… last I heard.”

“Yep, still do,” Steve interjected, “wanna— ah, fuck— wanna fill this cunt.”

“No, please, please,” you whimpered.

“Take it all, sweetheart,” Eddie ordered you with a grin, “take all that fuckin’ come— and be grateful that Steve wants to give it all to you. You should be fucking grateful.”

You whined through your teeth.

“You should thank me for coming on your tits,” he snarled. “Say it, bitch.”

He smacked you across the face, and the words spit out of your mouth. “Thank you!”

“Mm,” he hummed proudly, “such a good girl… obedient little slut.”

“I’m close,” Steve blurted out suddenly.

“She’s tight, right?” Eddie grinned up at him. “Makes it hard to last.”

“F-fuck, yeah, it does,” Steve agreed breathlessly.

“You don’t need to,” Eddie explained, “she’s just a fuckin’ toy. Don’t need to make her come.”

“But I— I sorta wanted to feel it,” Steve admitted.

“Oh, yeah, it feels so good havin’ that pussy squeeze you,” Eddie agreed, “even better knowing she can’t help it. Can you, little babydoll?” he giggled at you as he pinched one of your cheeks. “Here… I’ll help you get her there, Harrington.”

Eddie reached between you legs again, pinching your sore bud just below where Steve was ruthlessly fucking into you. You sobbed and shuddered, fighting the overwhelming sensation.

“She’s already so close,” Eddie noticed with a purr, “damn Harrington, you’re good at this.”

“Th-thanks,” Steve grunted, “god, I can’t hold on much longer…”

“Come on Stevie’s cock,” Eddie ordered you, “mhm, just like that— give him a nice big squeeze, you dumb fucking whore.”

You came with a choked sob, insides tightening on Steve— who followed suit a split second later, groaning loudly and digging his fingers into the sensitive skin of your hips as he came. “Fuck, fuck!” Steve moaned.

And that was when he dropped you, right into the dirt again, laying limp and helpless at Eddie’s feet. They both stepped closer to you, crouching down beside where you were blinking up blankly at the starry night sky. Eddie sat on the ground, lifting you up to rest your head on his lap; Steve pet your hair as you fluttered your eyes shut.

“Gimme a nod if you’re okay, princess, please?” Steve asked right away. Your head was heavy from exhaustion, but you managed to nod, and he smiled down at you. “Had me worried for a second there…”

“She’s tough, Harrington, give her some credit,” Eddie chuckled. “You know she can handle a lot. And it was all her idea in the first place.”

“Yeah, true,” Steve nodded, brushing his hand over your face lightly. “You did so good, babe, we’re both so proud of you!”

You smiled dreamily, squeezing Eddie’s hand.

“Wanna go home now, sweetheart?” Eddie asked quietly, and you nodded again. “Okay, let’s get you all cleaned up…”

They cleaned you up alright… your back on Eddie’s chest in the bath, Steve in front of you, both of them helping wash you off— inside and out.

You whined a little as Eddie’s fingers slid over your sore cunt. “Shh, just getting all’a Stevie’s come out,” he explained, “don’t get fussy.”

It hurt a little, but you could take it— and they had to get you clean. You were a bit out of it still, but mostly coming back to reality, which is why you noticed Steve’s focused efforts lathering soap on your skin. “S’it just me, or are my tits gonna be super clean after this?” you smirked.

“She’s onto you, Harrington,” Eddie laughed.

It was working, though— your nipples were hard and sensitive from the attention, and Eddie must have noticed how much you liked it since he could feel your hole clenching while he was trying to clean it up.

“You know I can hold my breath for three minutes, right?” Steve reminded you, and you laughed as you nodded. “How long do you need?”

“Depends how good you are,” you challenged.

“Oh, don’t taunt his ego, princess,” Eddie cooed, “now he has to do it.”

“Yup,” Steve agreed, taking a big breath before dropping down under the water’s surface.

Eddie pulled his hands out of the water, resting them on the sides of the porcelain tub; you felt Steve’s mouth latch onto you a second later, and you gripped Eddie’s wrists tightly. “Feels good?” Eddie assumed.

“Y-yeah,” you breathed. Steve’s tongue danced up and down across your folds, and the texture felt different with the water than it normally did; not better, not worse, but definitely very different.

“Mm,” Eddie hummed as he moved his hands away from the edge of the tub, rubbing your shoulders gently instead. “You like how Stevie eats your pussy, princess?”

“Fuck, fuck yeah,” you groaned, “he’s— fuck, he’s got his tongue inside me now.”

“Keep telling me about it,” Eddie requested, kissing down your neck. Your back arched, and you felt Eddie’s cock rub up against your lower back.

“He’s… god, Eddie, he’s licking my clit,” you whimpered, “feels so good…”

“Yeah? I know how sensitive your little bud is,” he cooed. “You can tug his hair if you want him to go harder.”

“Shit, dunno if I can take it,” you admitted.

“Then I’ll do it,” Eddie grinned, reaching underwater and grabbing a tight hold of Steve’s floating locks. It worked; you yelped as Steve wrapped his lips around your clit and suckled hard, your hips starting to shake.

“Oh, fuck!” you shouted, shutting your eyes tight.

“Not too much for you, is it?” Eddie grunted. “You can take it, princess, I know how strong you are— I know you can let Stevie eat that needy little pussy as long as he wants…”

You tried to arch your back deeper, but Eddie used his other hand to hold your hips and keep them pressed forward by Steve’s face. Another jerk on Steve’s hair made him put his tongue inside you again, deeper this time, licking over your g-spot as you whined. “Steve!” you shouted out.

“Do you think he can hear you under there?” Eddie wondered. “Let’s get you a little louder, just to make sure.”

Eddie sucked on your neck, the hand on your hips moving and groping your tits instead before pinching and toying with your nipples; you jerked wildly, Steve only managing to stay latched onto you when Eddie let go of his hair. Steve’s hands held your thighs tight, not enough to keep you still but at least keep you mostly in one place. “Steve!” you sobbed. “St-stevie, fuck, m’gonna come!”

Eddie’s moan was muffled on your skin.

You came with a cry— you were burning up, you didn’t even notice that the water was getting cold. You whined and sobbed and blabbered about how hard you were coming, about how good it felt, until the waves subsided and all your energy was gone.

You went limp against Eddie, and Steve reappeared with a grin as he pushed his wet hair back. “Well, I think we finally wore her out,” Eddie noticed as he looked at you— half unconscious with your head draped on his shoulder.

“Wanna take her to bed?” Steve suggested.

“Always,” Eddie grinned.

“I mean to sleep,” Steve chuckled.

“Oh— yeah, I think it’s babydoll’s bedtime, hm?” Eddie teased lightly, holding your sides.

After they helped you dry off and get in your jammies, they pulled you into the covers, and even though you were almost completely out of your mind, you instinctively latched onto Steve and cuddled up close to him; he smiled and pet your head, just as Eddie slipped in behind you and wrapped you both up tight in his arms.

“Good job today, princess,” Eddie whispered as he kissed the top of your head. “So good for us.”

“Sleep tight, okay?” Steve requested. “‘Cause we’ve got so much more to do tomorrow.”

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escapefromrealitysm · 1 year

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Survive

Alex Karev x Sister!Reader

Summary: After many years, Alex meets his little sister again under unexpected circumstances

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: angst, accident, injuries, medically innacurate

Note: English isn’t my firs language, so I’m sorry if (when) you found mistakes.

It was hard to figure out Alex. If someone, she knew that the best from all. She was the closest to him, until they were separated to different foster family. That event unutterably shattered them. They were each other’s last promise of safety. That was ripped away from them, and there was nothing they could've done in order to stop that. Neither of them wanted a normal family if that meant that they have to go separate ways. But they had no voice in the matter. Was life ever fair though?

She wanted to be there for him, help him through his first heartbreak, celebrate his graduation with him. She wanted to cry on movies to have Alex laugh at her and maybe sometimes make him waffles.

At first they tried to keep in close touch, but the new forced family didn’t like their continous communication. So it was cut shortly. The only thing that helped them stay a bit connected was their last name.

Alex didn’t talk about his sister. Not in his personal life, nor in the hospital. Although these two sometimes interwined. His sister was ripped away from him and that was something he couldn’t really process since then. And even if he wanted to talk about her to his friends and collegues, even then he couldn’t because he hadn’t heard about her since. Above that it was many years ago so he thought she wouldn’t even want to hear from him. They both believed this crap. So life went on and neither of them tried to find the other.

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The ambulance just rolled in with another case for the Grey- Sloan Memorial Hospital. The paramedics opened the door and immidiately started talking and informing the medical team about the patient and her injuries. Car accident. Fast tachycardia. Internal bleeding. Head and chest injuries. Severe fractures. Collapsed lung. Based on the shared informations it was clear to Owen, Meredith and Pierce that the female on the gurney, in her mid 20s was deep in the woods. They found out that her identity is yet unknown but the scene investigators were going to inform them based on the ID found in the wreck as soon as possible.

The team of three wheeled the patient into the ER and their number was increasing with other nurses and doctors. They were in need of more hands.

„Somebody page Shepherd!” was heard the instruction.

„Okay honey, what’s your name? Can you hear me?”- asked Price while focusing on the stetoscope’s sound. She never got an answer. The girl was out again by the end of the question. The entire room was in a rush, trying to work against time and minimalise the damage what the woman’s body’s suffered.

„We need a chest tube, now!”- and with that Owen got to it.

A nurse suddenly rushed into the room with Amelia who already started to assess the injured person’s condition.

„We have a name, age, blood type…”

As soon as the nurse took in the reaction to her past sentence she realised it would’ve been better if she doesn’t share the information before the surgery. Everyone froze when they heard what was the name. Meredith looked up, and locked her eyes with Owen’s, frowning. Y/N Karev. Karev. That couldn’t be. It must be accidental.

The medical team had to recover, she didn’t have much time. They did the urgent examinations, and headed to the OR, quickly. Even though they didn’t know for sure that Y/N was indeed a relative of Alex or not, they felt some sort of extra pressure, what they had to shut out as the OR door closed.

Some time later in the OR there was so much blood and there was still so much to do. They started doubt if they could stop the bleeding and get to the next task in time. Pierce was worried about Y/N’s heart. Didn’t know if it could take such a pressure for too long. They have to get back if she stabilised a bit. Although Amelia’s stopped the bleeding in the brain, she wanted another scan just to be sure. After some argument between the doctors they decided to close her up and let her rest a bit in the ICU.

Let her rest. But who is she? Meredith although was tired, but had to find Alex. She'd hoped that it’s some kind of misunderstanding. She walked on the long hallway of the hospital, her eyes were scanning the area, she wanted to find Karev. Since it was dark outside, maybe he has finished with his shift and took off with Jo already. No, that wouldn’t be great.

Suddenly at one of the corners they bumped into each other, she'd found Alex.

„What?” - He instantly knew something'd bothered Mer. By how she carried herself, and the look on her face.

„You look like you just saw a ghost.” He meant this as a joke, but his friend didn’t reacted to it like that.

She didn’t want to have this conversation in the middle of the hallway, hell, she didn't want to have this conversation at all, but she couldn’t hold the question in anymore.

„You don’t have a sister who I don’t know about, right?”- she asked desperately.

Alex was staring at his friend. He was expecting almost everything just not this. Why would she ask something like this?

„Wha– what are you talking about?” he was now panicking. Why would she asked something like this in the middle of her shift. It didn’t make sence.

„We just had a surgery on a girl. Her name’s Y/N. With your last name. She isn’t…”

And that was the moment when she knew she didn’t need Karev to answer her question anymore. He already did with his reaction.

He couldn’t think for a moment. He felt like the entire hospital started spinning, while his stomach was growing smaller.

„Where is she?” He felt like his heart was beating almost against his skin tissues while displacing his lungs and ribs out of the way.

„She is in the ICU for now, but Alex…” – he didn’t hear what she said after, because he started sprinting to the stairs leading to the named place. No, this couldn’t be. Sometimes he played with the thought what’d it be like to see her again, to talk to her for the first time in years. He was sure he would be nervous, yes. But he was confident to say that he wouldn’t have thought in his worst nightmare that their reunion would be something like this.

At the nurse station he got the direction to the asked patient’s room. He stepped through the sliding door, and there was no doubt anymore. He was in his sister’s hospital room.

Inside the room there were still nurses adjusting the machines and take her last vitals, but slowly they’d finished for now.

He couldn’t believe what he'd seen. She was so broken. At the first sight he noticed her head was shaved and bandaged. She was attached to a ventilator, covered in bruises and scratches. In his deep thoughts he didn’t even realise that the nurses’d left as well as Meredith was already by his side.

He had to sit down, or else his legs were going to give out.

He didn’t have to ask. He could see that Y/N’s situation was pretty bad. But he wanted to know the details. All of them. Whats up with her brain, how are her organs and limbs and how was and is their oxygen supply? How bad was the bleeding, how many more surgery will be necessary? How many bones were fractured? And who the fuck did this to her? He couldn’t decide which one to ask first if he was going to find his voice.

The doctor and friend standing beside him knew that he would want answers to his unasked questions. So she started to listing out loud what had happened before and during the life saving surgery. Told him who are his sister’s doctors, in case he wanted to get some more info. He had found out that one of the most concerning injuries affected her brain heavily.

Meredith knew exactly how does it feel to watch somebody you love on life support. Hear the ventilator do its job. And even if it’s part of their everyday life as a doctor, it doesn’t prepare them for the case when its not a person whom they know nothing about. She knew there was nothing she could say or do that’d make this easier for him. So she just stroked Alex’s shoulder to let him know that she was there for him, whatever was going to happen and assured him that later she’d send Amelia in, to inform him with the specific details. With that, she left the room.

Alex didn’t know what’d happened to her since he wasn’t a part of her life anymore. He didn’t know why she was in Seattle, hell he didn’t even know if she was going to make it. But he knew for sure that he was going to stay by her side and there isn’t anyone who could debar that this time.

He wouldn’t admit but he was afraid all along that there would be silence after everyone left him alone with his sister. But there wasn’t. He heard the late night traffic of the city, the sirens from the surrounding streets, the machines in the room, and his sobs as well. Even if he only wanted to hear his little sister’s voice.

#greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #x reader #greys anatomy x reader #alex karev #alex karev x reader #meredith grey #amelia shepherd #maggie pierce #owen hunt #sister reader #car accident tw #fanfic #imagine

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queers-gambit · 2 years

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Angel is the Centerfold

prompt: insecurity runs deep when Eddie's secret lady-love finds the worn pages of a centerfold - marked on a woman who looks nothing like her.

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!cheerleader!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

note: you ever just get overwhelmed and wanna dip off for a week because you need to recharge your battery? reader's actually able to do that here - lucky ducky.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: cursing (when isn't there), insecurity, small angst, comfort ending i guess.

Let's be honest, high school wasn't easy on anyone. Sure, some people could slip through the cracks while remaining unnoticed, unseen, unheard, and never bothered. Others weren't as lucky but it wasn't as bad or pressured as some other lives in high school.

I wasn't gonna make excuses for the other jocks but I found life just flowed a little simpler if I nestled myself securely on the outskirts of social circles.

I was once lead in the spring musical last year and liked to keep up with my drama friends; I was voted in as class president in October; pitcher on the softball team; might've even found myself on the cheerleading squad.

Did it make sense? Probably not to others.

But for the way my mind liked to race, keeping extra busy with a plethora of friends was easier. I was never in one 'crowd' and could hop around freely to my choosing; occasionally even hopping over to the Hellfire Club on a few random days.

Those were the conversations I was most animated in.

These guys never gave a fuck and liked pushing creative envelopes. So, they wouldn't push me about my home life but sure as shit pushed me into whether or not I thought Luke Skywalker was hot or not. Gareth was running a very important poll and it was vital I give them my honest opinion on the Jedi.

If I wanted, I usually had a seat at Hellfire, too. I couldn't make every game and usually my character was someone fleeting due to my busy schedule... But it was how I came to really get to know Eddie Munson better. He was the Dungeon Master and was always willing to hang for an extra hour to go over some details about the campaign or game.

If I didn't understand something, he was breaking it down for me. He teased me, sure, but never made me feel lesser-than for not grasping a concept completely.

It could've been the reason we started hanging out at his trailer.

Maybe it was also because life was finally catching up to me and overwhelming me in a tsunami wave of stress, and I needed an escape.

Either way, one moment, I'm content being a busy little bee, and the next, I'm crying my eyes out at Eddie Munson's trailer as a roach smoldered in a glass ashtray between us.

It became something of a regular occurrence for us. Sometimes, I ran into his Uncle Wayne on his way out to work and other times, it was nearly pitch black when I arrived. But Eddie was always welcoming; never complaining when I'd burrow into one of his hoodies for comfort; content to roll a joint and let the pair of us rant about our weekly worries.

I guess he got sick of hearing me complain so much because one evening, perhaps while rambling, Eddie leaned forward and seared his lips on mine. He made some comment about shutting me up like this from now on before pressing his tongue into my mouth and commandeering every known thought I had.

It worked... For the first couple months.

It was nice to feel like I had something private, 100% for myself. Nobody knew that Eddie Munson was the guy I spent my free time with; they didn't need to know I started blowing them off in favor of him. They didn't know how we would lay in his bed, fucking, talking, laughing, smoking; they never needed to know how he whispered sweet nothings in my ear, and like a fool, how I ate it up.

It was private. Eddie was private.

Stolen glances in the hallway, a few kisses in empty classrooms.

But then... It turned a little repetitive.

Once, I'd met him in the woods (per his request) and when I arrived 'early', he was in the midst of another deal. Waving me off as "another customer that can wait", he turned to the boy in front of him and all but basically ignored me.

I knew we weren't public, but damn, right?

And there was the time when my Mom's car tire blew and she couldn't pick me up from softball practice... But Hellfire had just let out and when I asked Eddie for a ride home, he chuckled, "I would, princess, but I don't think I could fit your reputation in my van."

I get there were some other people around when I asked, but shit.

Oh! And there was that other time when he and I went to the corner store for a few snacks and his arm was securely around my shoulders. It was about 12:30 in the morning on a Saturday, and sure, not many people were out but a few had come in after us... And Eddie had dropped his arm so quick, you would've thought he was burned.

He had waited until they were gone before letting us pay together and leave...

It was starting to feel more and more like Eddie was ashamed of me. Like he didn't want to be seen with me... Like he couldn't stomach the idea of people knowing he was into me - or I was into him.

None the less, the idea started to gnaw at my mind because I couldn't begin to understand what was so wrong about... Well, me.

Eddie had called that night and asked if I was down for a movie and joint, claiming he had picked up my favorite candy at the store today and needed my company to break into it. I had agreed with the thought that maybe I'd just gently broach the subject; just ask in earnest if there was something about me he was ashamed of or not.

"Hey, sweetheart," Eddie panted when he opened the door for me, instantly leading me through his trailer, "I'm so sorry, I lost track of time. You mind hanging tight so I can hop a quick shower?"

"Oh, yeah, no problem," I assured, nodding with a small smile.

"Thanks, doll," he whispered, kissing my cheek, "be just a minute."

I nodded absently and watched him go, looking around his room and finding it only mildly messy today. I sat on his bed and rubbed my hands together, trying to think of the best way to ask him what was up, when suddenly, my eyes caught sight of a dog-eared magazine peaking out from under a pair of boxers in front of Eddie's bedside stand. Curiosity burned my stomach and I let the tip of my show gingerly toe the boxers to the side and cocked my head to get a better look.

Only... I almost wish I hadn't.

The woman in the worn-centerfold was outstandingly gorgeous and her curves were natural. You could say I was staring but there's a way you can tell - and that woman, staring up at me, was 100% natural. She was something lethally beautiful with sculptured thighs and a taunt stomach; defining outlines running along her curves.

Picture perfect.

An angel in the centerfold.

Her hair was even perfectly cascading around her, maybe akin to a halo that draped off her thin, highlighted shoulders. Reaching up to feel my own, I couldn’t help but scoff and drop my hand instantly as even our fucking hair was stark opposite one another.

I felt my mouth dry as I took note of her breasts and how they spilled from her lace bra before darting my eyes down to skim her body and land on the smooth, hairless cunt peaking out from a pair of pure white crotchless panties. Taking a sobering breath, I realized everything about her was in some way, shape, or form the exact opposite of me.

Insecurity reared its ugly head and made me question if this was the reason Eddie didn't want to be seen with me. If this was why he didn't want to commit; to date me; to let others know... Because I was wrong. I was all wrong in his mind - this woman with the perfect natural body was a reflection of what he thought was ideal.

His idea of what he wanted.

And it was the literal opposite of me.

Feeling sick, I let my foot jerk to push the boxers back over and stood nervously from his bed. The room was about to collapse on me and a ringing started in my ears, forcing my feet to move or else I'd break down in sobs right there.

Pausing at the cracked bathroom door, I knocked and called, "Hey, Eddie, I forgot my aunt's coming to town and I have to help my mom. I'll just call you later, okay?"

Praying to God my voice remained steady, I waited as Eddie mulled over my words. "A-Are you sure, sweetheart? I didn't get to see you much this week. We can always just watch a movie, or something?"

"I'm sure, I'll just call you later. Bye," I called, not leaving room for argument.

"O-Okay, call me when you get home! Bye! Drive safe!" Eddie called over the sounds of his shower; my feet surging to get me as far from the trailer park as possible.

Call it childish but I didn't call Eddie. I just didn't really have it in me to entertain a conversation where I wasn't okay. In fact, I didn't really have it in me to do anything that week. So, I took mercy on myself and canceled all of my obligations - only going to classes, and then straight home, where I remained alone in my room as my mother worked nightshifts at the hospital this week.

And at lunch, I just hung out in the SGA room where I made up for the work I'd miss from all my canceled after-school meetings.

So, it was easy to avoid everyone. Easy peasy.

Nobody seemed to notice because of how thin I constantly stretched myself, but my self esteem took a major blow that I wasn't really looking to actively heal and wanted a little peace to myself. So I made myself extra scarce by faking a really bad period so nobody would question me too much.

Turns out, maybe Eddie noticed my flighty behavior. I didn't know it, but after school on Wednesday, he caught Chrissy's elbow and ducked into an empty classroom to ask her what was up with me.

The head cheerleader assured him I was just feeling a little under the weather, not putting too much thought into why he seemed so worried. She knew you two were friends and figured he thought I was sick, not realizing he was actually trying to understand why I had blown everything (and one) off this week.

After school Friday, Eddie had enough and loaded into his van after clocking my absence at practice again. Not that he was paying attention (he totally was), but I'd missed the whole week, and he knew that wasn't normal.

So, when he showed up at my door, imagine his shock to see me answer it in my pajamas.

"Eddie," I felt my eyes widen, trying to subtly close the thick cardigan I was wearing around my leggings and tank top. "Uh, did I forget something in History?"

"Funny enough, you did."

"Oh."

"Yeah," he breathed, "see, by my observations, you've been blowing everyone off this week, and can mean you've forgotten your friends."

I scoffed, "No, not entirely."

"Yes, entirely," he repeated. "What's going on with you?"

"Nothing."

"Bullshit," he shook his head. "You've not been in the cafeteria all week, you haven't been doing the morning announcements, you haven't shown up at Hellfire, or SGA, or cheer, or any of your other orgs - the hell's up with you?"

"Oh, I uh... Didn't think anyone really realized," I admitted quietly.

"When you move as quick as you do and then come to a screeching halt, yeah," he chuckled, "a few people notice. So, again, what's wrong?"

"It's literally nothing."

"So, why're you blowing me off too?"

"I'm not."

"You're standing pretty defensively in your doorway," he pointed out softly. "Am I... Like, am I not welcome anymore?" His question caught me off guard because I wasn’t sure how to answer it. My silence was enough of an answer as he whimpered, "Oh, shit, wait, what'd I do, sweetheart?"

"You didn't do anything."

"Well, obviously I did if - "

"No," I sniffled, cutting him off, "that's what's wrong, you just... You never did anything."

"Okay, darlin', I'm confused," he paused. "What didn't I do?"

"You... You were always ashamed of me, never wanted to be seen with me, or let people know we were hanging out. I get we weren't dating, but you never asked me to be your girlfriend, either. So, yeah, you didn't do anything... And then I just... I found something that confirmed I'm nothing like what you want. So, maybe you're not welcome here anymore because I don't think I was ever welcome in your life."

"Sweetheart, how can you say that?" Eddie asked in confusion. "I'm ashamed of you? No, that's the farthest from the truth! Where is this - I don’t understand.”

"C’mon, Eddie. You literally run the other way when it comes to even seeing me in public," I pointed out. "If you're ashamed, that's one thing. If you just don't want to be in a relationship, that's another. But I don't think you really want to be with me, so, let's just cut our losses."

"What the hell could you have seen that made you think I don't want you?" he scoffed. "Darlin', I just - I'm not very good at this shit, okay? And I'm the Freak, remember? You're gonna take more of a social hit dating me than I will - I just wanted to try and protect you from the ridicule coming your way for even being seen with me."

"Then that's my decision to make," I shrugged.

"You're right," he agreed. "And I'll let you make that decision on your own, but that's if you even want to be with me. 'Cause apparently you've found something that's so Earth-shattering, it's making you think I don't want you. Darlin', I worship you, okay? So whatever it is, I promise it’s not what you think.”

"Then why... Why don't I look like them?"

"What?" He asked. "Like who, doll?"

"I know it’s stupid but… The women you look at in magazines, okay? The women you fantasize about - those women. Why don't they and I look alike?"

Eddie looked gobsmacked for a moment but recovered quickly, speaking softly but strongly, “Because they're exactly that, pretty girl, a fantasy. Nothing like the real thing," he smiled at me. "And for whatever it's worth, I look at a variety of things, so, the odds of you lookin' like one of the women I look at... Are actually pretty high."

"Eddie - "

"No, I'm serious," he smirked, "'cause I just think about you most of the time. Those women might get me started but it's the thought of you that takes me out, hmm?"

"Oh, my God," I couldn't help but laugh, "okay, okay, you've made your point.”

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I guess I just got a little in my head.”

"So, why're you home instead of at practice? You’re always over thinkin’ something, why’s your head all in a twist?”

"Well, you, Munson, put my head in a twist pretty consistently. And for the record, it started as an insecure week that required a lot of self-care."

"Well, what's on the agenda for tonight?"

"Um, gonna paint my nails and watch a few movies?"

"Got room for one more?" He pouted dramatically. "Missed you this whole week, and I barely got to see you last week, too."

"I think I could squeeze you in somewhere," I smiled with a nod, opening my arms to let him step over the threshold and into my embrace. Against his chest, I spoke, "If I didn't want to be with you, Munson, I wouldn't be. So, don't go worrying about protecting my reputation, because I'm only concerned with my happiness - and you make me pretty damn happy.”

I felt Eddie's arms tighten and his lips press to the top of my head, "Good plan, baby. And I'm only concerned with your happiness, as well."

"All right, kiss-ass, you’re already invited in. Don’t gotta lay it on too thick.”

“Oh, so, I don’t have to offer to paint your toes?”

I paused, letting my chin press to his chest as he smirked down at me. “Well now, wait a minute…”

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hushedlover · 1 year

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Xavier comforting reader who’s just been really emotional lately?

Ur page is so aesthetically pleasing by the way 🫶🏻

literally having a breakdown rn so this is perfect </3

also thank you so much I try to make it look nice hahaha

You were shaking and your eyes were watering and everything was so loud and everything made you want to cry. It had been like this for at least a week. It felt like forever. Rationally you knee you hadn't always felt like this, it had only been a little while of the emotional rollercoaster. But it felt like ages.

Because of this, you had been avoiding your oh-so-lovely boyfriend. Xavier. just the thought of him made the tears start to form even faster. you missed him. you felt so guilty. but once the onslaught of emotions started you didn't know what to do. So you locked yourself in your room, throwing some excuse about being sick at your teachers and friends. You had stuck with this for 3 days now.

The past days had been filled with crying, tossing and turning in bed, more crying, throwing things around the room in anger, guilt, more crying, and finally, a few short hours of sleep before it all repeated. Currently, you were in the guilt stage. Rocking yourself back and forth in your bed, wrapped in a blanket with only your face showing. You were being consumed by your thoughts. Guilt, shame, anxiety, and insecurities flow over you in waves. You were gasping for breath through the waters of emotions, looking for anything to save you. You thought it would never come. But it did. A knock at your door.

That was weird. Your roomate had told your friends not to bother you and she would just walk in. Who would be at the door? Your question was answered when a voice called through the wood.

"Hello? Babe I know you're in there."

Shit. Xavier.

You searched through your piles of blankets to find your phone, only to see the 27 missed texts and 18 missed calls from the boy. Cursing you threw the phone down and padded your way to the door.

"go away xavier," you called tentatively.

"No. We need to talk."

You're heart clenched with anxiety.

oh no he's angry. he's gonna break up with you. moron. you knew it would happen. you're not good enough for him. not like Bianca. he's better with her, he-

You didn't remember opening the door, but suddenly xavier was pushing his way past you and into your room. He was already spewing words.

"I talked to all your friends, all your teachers. You haven't answered any of my goddamn texts or calls. I thought you were dead! Do you understand that?!," he was pacing in front of you, tugging his hair. "Do you want to break up with me? God of course you do. I knew this day was coming. You could've just fucking told me. Instead of disappearing like that I mean-"

Xavier cut himself off at the sound of your sniffle. He looked at where you were standing in front of him. You were twisting your (his) sweater in your hands, and even though you were looking down to avoid his eyes, he could tell you were crying. Immediately he rushed forward. His hands were on your shoulders and petting your hair back, desperately trying to get you to look at him. He didn't mean to make you cry.

"Honey I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you. What's going on? talk to me please," He was practically begging at this point. "you can yell at me, hit me, anything just please please look at me."

So you finally did. You looked at him with huge doe eyes filled with tears and the minute you made eye contact you burst into tears.

"I'm so sorry Xavier," you wailed. "I just have been having so many things going on in my head and I don't understand why I'm feeling so much and I didn't want to make you mad or make you not want to be with me anymore and-"

Xavier quickly wrapped you in his arms and shushed you.

"You're okay, it's okay. I'm not mad. I love you so so much. You just have to talk to me honey, I was so worried about you. I promise you're okay. We're okay."

He guided you towards your bed, kicking his shoes off along the way.

"Why don't we just lay here for a little and help you calm down, yeah?"

You mumbled out a quiet agreement and buried yourself in his chest. You didn't know how, but Xavier made everything better. He was what saved you.

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rickgrimeswifey · 2 years

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Request: could you please write one where y/n goes out into the woods without permission or guarding and negan finds out which causes an argument and he gives y/n a spanking which leads to sex 😉 pleasee thankyou so much if u do!

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A/n: Just saw this in my ask box and oh my god this whole fic just laid itself out perfectly in my head!! IMPORTANT NOTE: I’ve never written the ‘spanking’ part before so you’ll have to bare with that part and try not to cringe to death while you read my first attempt at that.

I HAVEN’T CHECKED FOR ANY TYPOS OR SUCH SO JUST BE AWARE!

Category: Smut

Pairing: Negan Smith x fem!reader

Season: 5 (I know he doesn’t exist in the show yet but this gotta be before Rick and his group)

Warnings: Verbal argument, language, pure filth, spanking, hair pulling, degrading, unprotected sex, cream pie, rough sex, use of the pet-names, good girl and baby.

Word count: 4.2k

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She knew it was very wrong and dangerous... but she needed to get out of there for a short while. Not for too long, just half an hour or so. Being Negans wife was great overall expect when he got mad.

Y/n had done this once before and when she was caught, Negan completely lost his shit. His rules are never meant to be broken. The consequences she'd gotten from going out into the woods was the worst punishment she had ever received, Negan had given her the silent treatment for three weeks. He went that hard on her because she refused to apologize before he had his men lock her inside her bedroom. She was kept in her room where she wasn't allowed to see him or interact with anyone expect when Simon brought her dinner. Those were the longest three weeks of her life and it affected her mentally.

Sure, it was like torture on her side, although, it was still nothing too extreme coming from Negan. She had her own bathroom, was fed meals everyday and had a comfortable bed. He could've just thrown her in a cell yet he went easy on her. Negan knew exactly what he was doing when he locked her in there because as soon as he let her out himself, Y/n latched onto him starting to kiss him and apologize. She had missed her husband a lot. She never dared to rule against Negan for three months until here she was again wondering around deep inside the forest until she found a large beautiful tree to sit down by and relax.

The guards that were on watch were easy to sneak past, even though Negan didn't let her go outside unsupervised for the first couple of week after she was let out of her room, she still knew who was gonna be where and when. The guards that were outside right now doesn't pay a lot of attention to who goes where, they mostly just sits on their ass talking with each other. Therefore Y/n could just more or less walk out of there.

When she felt like she had enough of being out here after what she assumed was about an hour, she started to stand up to then make her way back to the Sanctuary. After she stood up she pulled down her tight black dress, she thought it was too short since it ended at the start of her thighs but Negan loved it. It had a v-shaped cleavage and the t-shirt arm parts were separated into two pieces. There were two straps on each arm, one went over the scapula and then the shoulder was bare and then there was the next strap that was thicker than the other one. Y/n was also wearing some jewelry, a pair of gold earrings, bracelet and a necklace. Negan had gotten it all for her when she said she wanted to make her outfit look fancier and more expensive, since the dress looked to be pricey.

Once she saw the Sanctuary again she snuck back inside to her room. Happy that she'd gotten away with sneaking out or so she thought... when it was starting to become nighttime Simon walked into the lounge to announce who Negan wanted to see. It was Wednesday and he had just had Y/n in his room yesterday, that's why her and the other wives furrowed their eyebrows in unison. Confusion washing over all of their faces. Negan never called for someone two days in a row unless the wife was new, he was always more interested in getting to know the new wife and spending his time with her to make her feel welcome.

Y/n stood up and went along as Simon escorted her to Negans room. This was also weird because they just did this for the new wives, for them to learn the route to Negans room. Y/n always went alone, she knew all the ways around here. When they reached Negans room he was nowhere to be found, Y/n looked back at Simon with pure confusion on her face. He just stood firmly on the ground leant against the doorway.

"Negan will arrive soon, please go ahead and take a seat in the meantime." Simon informed and reached out his arm to signalize for Y/n to sit down in the armchair.

She squinted her eyes trying to understand what the hell was going on because this was very weird. She didn't disobey though, she walked over slowly and took a seat in the leather armchair. The leather squeaking being the only noise that was heard inside the room. Simon didn't leave the doorway, he just stood there waiting. Y/n turned around carefully and inspected him, he was looking down onto the floor lost in his own thoughts. She turned back around and started to get nervous, something was definitely wrong here.

Y/n continued staring forward until she heard footsteps down the hall. She looked down onto her hands, that she was now fiddling around with her fingers with, trying to ease the anxiety that was increasing rapidly. Y/n knew those footsteps, it was Negan.

"You can take your leave now Simon, I've got it from here." He sheeted when he walked into the room with Lucille on his shoulder.

Simon closed the door before walking away leaving Y/n alone with Negan. She followed him with his gaze as he placed Lucille down at the door then walked by her to pour some whiskey before sitting down in front of her on his leather couch. He drank all the whiskey he poured up before sighing feeling the burn in his throat. Negan placed the glass down on the table in front of him. He leant back onto his couch staring at her. His gaze was unreadable, it looked sweet, stern and angry all at once. Negan himself looked very calm though, no nostrils flaring or rapid breathing. Y/n started to relax now, thinking Simon just escorted her because Negan had some delay with his business here at the place he runs.

"How've you been, doll?" He asked placing his leg over the other and lacing his fingers together, putting his hands on his left thigh.

"I've been doing okay, how about you?" Y/n wondered putting her leg over her other leg just like Negan had done.

"I’ve been doing fucking great dear wife, what you been up to today?" Negan slimmed his eyes down at her, staring at her intensely.

Y/n's pulse rose, maybe he knew after all. She just couldn't let him know she was getting nervous. So she sat still and answered calmly. "I've been down at the library getting a new book to read... nothing else really.” Y/n shrugged.

"Nothing else, at all?" Negan questioned and looked her up and down.

She swallowed thickly, he definitely knew. Still she wouldn't give in, Y/n knew he wanted her to. Yet, she wouldn't budge.

"So your definition of 'nothing else really' is sneaking out of here just like you did a while back?" He put his other leg down on the ground and leant forward, now staring more sternly at Y/n.

She sunk into her seat a little growing increasingly worried and anxious.

"I didn't do that." Y/n was quick to defend herself.

"Oh, but you did sweetheart. You must think I have no idea what goes around here, and now that you did this again, poor Jimmy will have to face the iron for not doing his job properly." Negan informed knowing she would almost break when he threatened the leader of the group that was on guard duty to face the iron.

Y/n just stared at him, refusing to give in. Negans facial expression grew more irritated, his eyes slimming down more and that grin of his turning into a frustrated frown.

"I. didn't. fucking. do. it." She growled at him, fuming for trying to guilt her into confessing.

Negan slammed his fist onto the table out of anger making Y/n jump in her seat at the sound of the obnoxiously loud bang. Her chest was rising rapidly, Negan making her furious.

"Then I guess Jimmy will have to fucking face Lucilles bad side instead and the whole rest of the group, do you want that?" Negan threatened, his nostrils flaring. "If you just goddamn admit to running off again, he can get the iron and the others will be spared." He said fuming with anger.

"Alright!" Y/n snapped. "Fine, I did it. I ran off into the woods again!" She confessed, having Negan successfully break her.

He stared at her with his jaw tightly clenched.

"What did I say would happen last time if you ever pulled something like that again?" Negan asked, his voice full with edge and fury.

She sunk down further into the chair remembering his exact words. She broke off the eye contact and started fiddling with her fingers, looking down at the floor.

“I see you remember,” he said amused. “Repeat it for me.” Negan spat, Y/n knew he wasn’t playing around.

All she could do know was try and ease the level of cruelness the punishment she soon had to face was going to be at. Y/n knew Negan didn’t play around when it was about his rules.

“You said, ‘If you ever try to pull something like this again, I’ll throw you in one of the cells and find another wife.’” Y/n swallowed thickly, she hadn’t thought of that earlier when she was outside.

“That is exactly right!” Negan snapped, whisper shouting.

“Negan please-” Y/n started to plea but was cut off.

“Please what? Don’t throw you into one of those shitty cells and feed you dog food?” He retorted.

She looked up from the ground to Negan, nodding slowly. Looking at him with sad big eyes hoping it would have some affect on him.

“I’m sorry...” Y/n apologized, voice full of regret, almost shaking with fear.

Negan just stared at her for a couple minutes just inspecting her features as she continuously stared at him hoping he’d change his mind. When he stood up suddenly, Y/n flinched thinking he was gonna grab her and take her to the cells. But he walked slowly passed her and to his bed. He clicked his tongue against the top of his mouth meanwhile he slowly unzipped his leather jacket.

“Now what am I going to do with you...” he sighed.

Y/n sat looking down at the floor again, she didn’t dare to look up again at him. When Negan had placed his leather jacket, his belts and his leather glove on his bed he walked back to the couch, taking a seat further to the other armrest this time past the middle part. He leant back and looked at her again making Y/n look up, she didn’t dare to push him further by not cooperating. Negan gently patted his lap and motioned for her to come over with his fingers.

She furrowed her eyebrows but obeyed standing up and walking around the table standing by his lap. Y/n stared at him, confused as of what he wanted her to do.

“Lay down.” He instructed and patted his lap softly again.

“What are you going to do, Negan?” Y/n asked now more confused than worried.

“Well you haven’t been behaving and you deserved to be punished old school if you don’t want to go in the cell...” Negan taunted.

“You want to spank me...?”

“Mhm...” Negan hummed. “Until that sweet ass of yours looks all marked up.”

Y/n suddenly felt offended, he’d never done anything like that before or spoke of it. And it was quite offensive and degrading to think of it.

“No.” She said plainly.

He just raised an eyebrow at her and smirked.

“Really?” he asked grinning. “No?” Negan pouted at her.

“No, never in my life Negan.” Y/n crossed her arms across her chest to try and assert her dominance in the situation.

“You do know there are a lot of other women wanting to fill your place?” Negan asked daringly, but it wasn’t a really question more a threat.

“Great, you can spank them instead.” She bitched at him.

“Woh!” He breathed out surprised and amused. “You have big balls for someone being minutes away from being thrown into a dark and cold cell.” Negan reminded her passive aggressively, making Y/n consider his offer for a second about her receiving a spanking.

It was better than that torture hell hole they called a cell, no one wanted that. Negan wasn’t going to hurt her, it was just that she didn’t want to be so submissive to him all the time. Can’t she be aloud to go outside, what is the big deal? Negan noticed her thinking about it and smiled widely to himself.

“You know you deserve it...” his mocking voice rang loudly in her ears.

Y/n shot an annoyed look at him telling him to shut up. He just smiled, sliding his tongue between his teeth slowly. She had never seen him so satisfied and amused before.

“You’re a fucking sicko Negan.” She seethed as she went forward and sat down beside him.

“C’mon you’ll like it, as much of a naughty girl as you are, breaking rules and shit.” He placed his hand on her back. “I’ll take good care of you.” Negan grinned guiding her to lay over his lap. “You gotta get some punishment.”

“Asshole.” Y/n rolled her eyes.

She was laid over his lap with her lower stomach on his lap and her ass up in his direction. Negan started drawing small circles going up her thigh making Y/n feel heat rising in her lower stomach. He grabbed the end of her dress and pulled it up over her ass revealing her soft flesh completely expose since she was wearing a thong.

“Tell me baby, were you hoping for this earlier today? I mean judging by the choice of black lace underwear, can’t even call it underwear more a pair of two strings-”

“Stop being such a fucking dick.” Y/n growled from her position looking back at him.

“Oh,” he breathed out daringly. “Feisty today, aren’t ya?”

“Just fucking get started...” she mumbled.

“You’re eager for it, aren’t you?” Negan asked meanwhile he caressed her ass, guiding his hand to her pussy. “Tell me Y/n...” he began, teasing her inner thighs with his devilish touches. “Would you rather have me here at your pretty pussy?”

Y/n had to hold back a small moan from his words. Fuck, she thought to herself. Why did this man have to know her so well? She wanted to be mad at him, she needed to be because he had been such a fucking asshole but she just couldn’t stay mad.

“Mmm...” she hummed.

“What was that?” Negan was quick to ask, sliding his finger closer to the fabric of her thong. “Want me to remove these slutty pair of panties, babydoll?”

“Fuck... yeah.” Y/n exhaled deeply, feeling Negan reach for the hem of her underwear.

He then slid his hand up her thigh after throwing the panties onto the floor. When he got to her heat he pressed his knuckle lightly against her clit, making her grip onto the couch and pull her lower lip in between her teeth, biting down in hopes to hold the moan trying to escape her lips out. When Negan put more pressure on her clit with his knuckle, Y/n couldn’t help but to let out a moan.

“Please...” she plead, not quite sure what she was begging for.

“No no. You still have a punishment remaining, don’t for a second think I’ve forgotten about that.” Negan reminded, making her more bite down onto her lip again.

The thought of a spanking now sounded more exciting to Y/n as she was feeling hot. She felt his hand slowly going over her ass cheek, Negan gripped her ass making her gasp before he raised his hand and a loud smack was hard in the room. Y/n felt the stinging on her ass and wanted to touch it out of reflex to ease the pain but Negan grabbed her hand, pushing it away. Soon the stinging sensation turned into something that was somewhat pleasurable. Another hard smack landed on the exact same spot making Y/n gasp again feeling how her core started aching, begging for someone to please her. It tingled satisfyingly on her asscheek as Negan landed another sharp spank. She let out a soft moan from the feeling earning another smack on the exact same place from Negan.

“Shit.” Y/n whimpered after a couple of minutes when Negan had smacked the same spot rapidly and it was now turning into a sharp stinging sensation she didn't like as much.

“What’s the matter baby, starting to not enjoy yourself as much anymore?” Negan taunted.

“Fuck off.” Y/n spat through gritted teeth only earning a harder smack from Negan.

He gripped her hair pulling her head back. “Had enough yet?”

Negan spanked her again and she moaned with her cheeks flushed red, eyes looking forward with tears starting to form in them from the overwhelming stinging.

“You ever gonna pull something off like that again?” Negan asked with a dangerously low tone in her ear.

“Fuck. you.” Y/n remarked.

He gripped her hair tighter and smacked the hardest he’d done yet making Y/n’s back arch as she opened her mouth and let out a soft gasp. She quickly chewed down onto her bottom lip not wanting Negan to see her enjoying this. Because then she’d prove him right about the fact that she did in fact like this.

“You ever gonna pull something like that again?” He asked again now practically growling in her ear.

When she didn’t answer Negan landed another hard smack making Y/n cry out from the stinging sensation. Her right asscheek having multiple red marks silhouetting a hand, all of the marks were almost in the same spot.

“I’m not!” she cried out from the mix of pleasure and pain.

He smacked her ass once again still having her hair in a tight grip, Y/n had her eyes closed concentrated on the stinging on her ass. “You promise?” she could hear Negan purr in her ear.

“Yes, Negan! I promise!” she swore as her voice trembled, completely overwhelmed by this new type of pleasure.

Negan landed one last brutal spank before leaning into her ear and whispering; “Good.” Sending a chilling shiver down Y/n’s spine.

He let go of her hair and Y/n breathed heavily into the couch, the stinging on her ass calming down now that another smack was not collided with it. Although, the aching between her legs was not calming down, this whole thing had made her so turned on and she had no idea why. She felt Negan hand creep up her inner thigh back to her cunt. Her body shook from being so aroused when he put a bit of pressure on her clit then proceeded to feel how wet she was.

“Shit,” he grinned. “You really liked that didn’t you?” Negan taunted teasingly.

“Shut up.” Y/n growled hating how right he was.

“You know what?” he removed his hand from her core making Y/n cry out in frustration. “I do not appreciate that tone of yours. You need to calm the fuck down.” Negan warned.

“I don’t give a shit.” She pushed him further.

Y/n gasped when Negan gripped her hair tightly and pulled her head back. “Do you want me to fuck that nasty attitude out of you? Because I will gladly do it, if it means that I will not have to put up with that annoying ass attitude of yours.”

She whimpered at his words thinking about what he’d just said. Y/n pushed her hips down in hopes of that Negans hand was under her since she couldn’t look back and see for herself.

“Would you like that doll?” he asked wanting her to say it herself.

“Yes!” Y/n cried out frustrated, still trying to search for his fingers.

Negan pulled her up from her lap and stood up, he turned her around so that she was on her knees on the couch, her chest past the backrest, hands gripping onto it. Negan reached to the zipper of Y/n’s dress and pulled it down, then he roughly pulled the dress over her head automatically making her sit up to follow the motion of the piece of fabric that was being pulled off of her. He quickly unclasped her bra and tossed it onto the floor where the dress was already laying. Negan put his hand on her upper back and pressed her forward so that she was bent over the couch.

He unzipped his jeans and pulled his thick length out. Then Negan proceeded to grip Y/n’s hips and held her in place before guiding his dick to her dripping entrance. She groaned at the feeling how Negan stretching her just the way she loved. Y/n gripped onto the couch when he began moving inside her, pulling his hips back to then ram back inside. It was fortunate for Y/n that Negan was holding her in place since she still flew forward with the force he was using.

“Fuck!” she cried out enjoying how Negan repeatedly pounded in and out of her.

“Yeah? You like this?” he asked. “Now tell me, are you going to be a good girl from now on?”

He had bent himself over so his mouth was at her ear, making her whole body shiver as he whispered. Y/n bit down on her lower lip, focusing on the pleasure currently being brought to her.

“Are you?” Negan spat, yanking her head backwards by her hair.

All Y/n could do was moan and whimper while he fucked into her brutally. She opened her mouth trying to answer but no words came out, just a gasp.

“Answer me baby...” he whispered teasingly with seduction in his voice.

She held on tighter to the backrest and couldn’t even hold her own head up when Negan let go off of her hair and stood up properly again.

“Yes, Negan!” Y/n managed to get out, it didn’t sound genuine though more pornographic.

“Good.” Negan grunted firmly, thrusting into her cunt harder.

As the minutes passed Y/n became louder and louder while Negan became more and more confident. He knew he could always make her into this speechless and begging mess during sex.

“Goddamn it, you feel so fucking good around me.” Negan groaned, thrusting into her deeper than before making Y/n arch her back when he hit that special spot.

She screamed out in pleasure as he continuously hit her sweet spot, the knot in her stomach starting to build. Negan smiled at her from behind in pride. He was proud over how loud he made her, how she couldn’t help but be so loud because he made her feel so fucking good.

“Negan!” She called out, he knew this meant that she was very close.

She always began to call out when she was on edge of having an orgasm. As soon as Negan angled his thrust Y/n was pushed over the edge, feeling how the knot in her stomach became undone. Biting down on the backrest while she came, due to the insane pleasure. She didn’t know how else to handle it.

He wasn’t far behind her now, when Negan saw her become undone it turned him on a hundred times more. He continued pounding in and out of her, the wet noises of them filling the room. Y/n’s moans no longer being heard since she was recovering from the full body orgasm she’d just had. Her breath shaky, face red and hair all messed up.

Negan began slowing down his thrusts, grunting when he rammed inside her furiously with all the strength he had. Y/n had put the left side of her face down on the backrest so it was now resting in-between her hands that were still gripping the couch. The tight grip was important so that she wouldn’t slide into the cushions when Negan slammed into her with such force. Soon enough he was stood still, buried as much as he possibly could be inside her. Then he filled her up with his seed, coating her walls white.

His breathing was now matching Y/n’s, both breathing heavily. Negan let himself slip out of her as he softened. He studied how Y/n looked freshly fucked, calming down from pleasure that had filled her to the brim. Negan couldn’t help but to notice how attractive she looked like this. Sweat pearling on her skin, cheeks red, hair messed up and how exhausted she looked. He bent over her and tucked the strands of hair that were in the way behind her right ear.

“Fuck, you are hot...” Negan purred in her ear before pressing a kiss to her neck.

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Stuck in the Middle — Chapter 1 — Slider

Co-written with a friend who isn't on tumblr. Pairing: Ron “Slider” Kerner x F!Reader (this chapter), Ron “Slider” Kerner x Reader x Tom “Iceman” Kazansky (overall) Summary: The one where Maverick’s sister is on a mission to give her brother a heart attack by sleeping with not one, but two of his colleagues. Word Count: 3500 Warnings: Smut, semi-public sex, dirty talk Chapter: 1/3 Minors DNI

You'd been looking forward to a low-key evening with your brother and Goose. That, however, wasn't in the cards. Not because chaos followed Pete "Maverick" Mitchell like a shadow — though god knew it did.

But because all Mitchells had a bad habit of making a mess of things.

It started innocently enough: Goose reaching the door first and holding it open for Pete with a teasing "After you, honey."

"Thanks, dear." Your night began as most nights in Miramar had: the three of you out for a drink and a good laugh.

But this night isn't most nights. Unfortunately, you don't realize this until it's too late.

Pete has already led your small group to the bar when you hear it — or, rather, them — across the way. Pete and Goose aren't the only pilots at the bar, and while they've been known to get rowdy and start a sing-along or two, they're far from the loudest tonight. No, that pleasure goes to Hollywood and Wolfman, who seemingly have tone on Iceman and Slider. In and of itself, this isn't a bad thing until you hear them over the crowd while Goose flags down the bartender.

"Hey Tom," Hollywood greets Ice with a shit-eating grin. Eyes sparkling mischievously in the low light.

"What're you on about, 'Wood?" Ice doesn't skip a beat at the use of his given name.

Hollywood guffaws as if it should be obvious, but Ice's expression doesn't change.

"Oh, come on, man," Wolfman says, leaning in to slap a hand on Ice's shoulder. "The screamer." Slider nearly sprays his drink across the bar's lacquered wood, but Ice has gone completely still. The blood drains from your face as Hollywood and Wolfman's giggles increase in intensity until they're flat-out laughing, Hollywood wiping tears from the corner of his eyes. “Oh man, Slider,” Wolfman gasps. "You're lucky you were out on that date, 'cause man…."

Hollywood closes his eyes, free hand petting his own chest. "Oh, Tom!"

"Ah! Ah!" Wolfman tosses his head back and moans alongside his friend, and you're pretty sure that this is how you die. Of mortification. Cheeks cherry red and hot with the shame of not just being caught but watching as Hollywood and Wolfman loudly and clearly reenact what you'd thought had been a private moment just feet from you.

It doesn't stop there, though. Beside you, Pete scoffs. "Who the fuck would want to sleep with him?"

"Good one, Mav," Goose chuckles.

And you could've lived with just that: an awful imitation of your moans acted out before you, but it had to be worse. Ice's eyes find yours, holding your gaze for a second too long from across the bar as Hollywood let out another oblivious "Tom, oh god! Fuck me!"

And your brother, only ever paying attention when you wish he wouldn't, catches the exchange alongside your flushed cheeks.

"Ooooh! Yeah!"

Pete's smile falls. Shoulders rigid. Goose is stuck looking between you, Ice, and Pete at the sudden shift. "Oh shit."

Pete's the first one to move, and you're the next, catching his sleeve as he moves to abandon his drink. "Pete, don't."

"I'm just going to talk with him."

Of course, he isn't, but he manages to shake free from your tenuous grasp. "Pete!" you call after him, but it's no use.

"Hey," Pete seethes. "Kazansky!"

"Nick, do something," you plead.

"There're better men out there," Goose says, taking a lazy sip of his beer as he tracks Pete across the bar. "I'm kinda with Mav on this one." Because Goose is like your big brother, too, and has been for years.

"Mitchell." Ice's cold acknowledgment brings your focus back to the problem at hand. Your eyes meet Slider's over Ice's shoulder, but he only offers you a slight shrug. It must look like their typical posturing bullshit from where he's sitting. You try to warn him with a wide-eyed shake of your head, but you're too late.

"You want to explain this one to me?" Pete is doing his best to puff up and be intimidating while he gets in Ice's face, but it's not working if Ice's signature stoicism is anything to go by.

"I don't have to explain myself to you."

"You want to run that one by me again?"

That's more aggressive than Pete typically gets, and the others have begun to pick up on it. "Mav, what's goi–"

"Stay out of this, Hollywood." Hollywood's hands go up at his sides, and he steps back in surrender.

Ice sips his beer, cool and calm as ever. "If you have something to say, spit it out. I'm not a mind reader."

"You trying to pick up my sister?" The question freezes you in place, breath held and eyes wide. Helpless as Ice's facade cracks, and he smirks down at your brother, and had the circumstances been different, you'd have wanted to kiss it off of him — are still half-tempted to do so.

"Well, I wouldn't say trying."

Goose rushes to intervene when Pete reels back and punches Ice in the jaw. You jump from your stool, but you're moving through molasses, each step heavy and impossibly slow. Before you make it much further than your table, you're intercepted. A big hand on your lower back steers you from the fight with a calm casualness that manages to fly under the radar of the group scuffling in the corner.

Despite his size, Slider can be discrete when he wants to be.

"Ron, where are we going?" you ask once he's successfully guided you out of the bar and into the parking lot. "What about Tom?"

Undeterred, Slider rubs circles into the small of your back with his thumb, and you melt a little at the touch. But shouldn't he be helping Ice? Shouldn't you both? Instead, he leads you toward the back of the lot where The O's lights don't quite reach, and cars are lit by nothing but the dying oranges of the Sun setting over the ocean.

"Ice's a big boy. He can handle himself." You push Slider's shoulder playfully. Logically, you know that Slider's right, but that doesn't stop your mind from racing. So preoccupied with worrying about Ice and your brother, you're only half paying attention when you make it to Slider's car. Still, you smile when he crowds against you. "It's a good thing they didn't stick around," he whispers into your ear, and you shiver as your back presses into sun-warmed metal, "because Ice's name wasn't the only one you were screaming last night."

The ghost of his hot breath over your ear makes your cheeks dust pink, hands subconsciously rising to clasp at his broad shoulders as your eyes slip closed. It's true. The burn of their phantom touch is still hot beneath your skin. The push and pull. The thrill of being caught between the two of them. Ice and Slider. Slider and Ice. Taking turns to reduce your mind to mush and carry your body to new highs. Your thighs clench as an all too familiar ache makes itself known at your center.

Pete had been the furthest thing from your mind, then. And Slider's doing his best to keep your mind off him now, too.

Lips skim down your neck to leave an open-mouthed kiss over your pulse. "Ron," you gasp, pulling him closer even as you know you should be coming up with an excuse that'll bring you back to the bar. Back to help Ice. He's taking more than his fair share of Pete's anger — half of it should be aimed at Slider.

But he's too distracting as he presses himself against you, cages you against the side of his car with his hips, the door handle poking into your thigh as he ruts once, twice against you. You should not be horny — Ice just admitted to having fucked you in front of an entire bar full of strangers, his friends, and your brother a minute ago. A brother that he was currently at blows with over you. That thought, however, disappears from your mind as Slider knots his hand in your hair and pulls hard enough for you to whimper. He rewards your little noise by promptly parting your legs with his knee and pressing the meat of his thigh against your core.

And fuck, you should go back and tell Pete you're old enough to make your own decisions or make Ice promise not to actively try to give your brother a heart attack. But Slider is doing his damnedest to make sure you aren't thinking of anything that isn't him or this moment against his Trans Am. And he's everywhere: claiming your lips in a heated kiss, one hand still tangled in your hair, the other glued to your hip, thigh tensing against your clit, and his dick evident even behind his trousers as he presses it against you.

Slider sparks something deep within you, and you moan. Experience tells you the heat from his touch won't stop until it consumes you.

"Come on," he husks. "When am I going to get another chance to have you all to myself?" And your resolve crumbles at the question. Because in all the time you've been with the two of them, you've never had either alone.

"Where?"

A smile curls along your collarbone and disappears with a nip. "You're leaning on her."

You give him a gentle push back, craning your neck to give the Pontiac a disbelieving look. Slider barely fits in the driver's seat. Big man, big ego, small sports car. "You can't be serious."

"You don't want your brother to find out, do you?" he asks, arms circling you, holding you close while one of his hands finds the door handle. "It'd be suspicious if we both disappeared." He has a point there. Besides, where else could you go? The ladies' room? The men's? At least if you stay in the parking lot, the two of you have a chance at sneaking back inside before anyone notices you're gone — you'd just have to hope they were too caught up in the brawl to realize you were gone in the first place.

"Guess we'll have to be quick, then," you say before Slider kisses the smile off your lips. His approval a hum as he licks into your mouth. "You gonna let me in, or what?" Slider pulls back reluctantly, tugging you along with him so he can open the door. "What a gentleman," you taunt, bending to reach for the lever that will move the driver's seat forward and allow you to crawl into the back. You squeak when a hand lands on your ass, head thunking against the padded ceiling.

"We both know that's a load of crap," Slider growls, hands on your sides as he encourages you to climb into the coupe faster. He squeezes into the backseat with you and pulls the car door shut. It's a tight fit, but you like how he's pressed against you, manhandling you into his lap as your hands rake through his hair and his chapped lips find yours.

A hand caresses your thigh, bringing the hem of your sundress up with it until the loose fabric is bunched around your hip. You shiver into Slider's touch, melt into his lap and demanding lips and give your hips a torturous roll, revel in the way his breath hitches as you continue to move. Fingers clumsily undo his buttons so you can ruck up his undershirt and get your hands on more of him. Neither of you can fully undress, even under cover of dusk, but you'll greedily take everything you can — hands splayed low across his abs as they flex to bring his hips up into yours.

It takes some finagling to get your panties off while you remain on his lap. Slider gives it an honest go as you busy yourself with his belt, but you switch when neither of you can make it far with the other in your way. When your panties slip free of your legs in one piece, Slider's lips are pressed to the hollow of your throat — fingers brushing the strap of your dress aside so he can suck none-too-gently at the newly revealed skin. "No marks," you remind him with a gasp. The air in the car is stale: humid and heavy with the growing scent of sex. And you wish you could crack a window open, but Slider popped for fancy power windows.

Slider takes this moment to slip a finger into your slick folds, humming as the second follows closely after. He sucks at the spot again, perhaps hoping you'll have forgotten about the conquest of his lips and teeth with the stretch of your pussy around two of his thick fingers. No such luck. You cuff him on the back of the head, and he grunts. Caught.

"No marks." This time, he concedes with a gentle lick that is as close to an apology as you're sure you'll ever get from the RIO.

As Slider's fingers continue to spark pleasure all along your nerves, you do your best to get your hand around him, but the position is awkward at best, and your wrist is on fire from the strain. That doesn't matter, though, because Slider is more making sure that you're ready for him than he's trying to get you off before the main event.

The last rays of the Sun's light are just about to dip beneath the horizon, and the clock is ticking.

"Come here," Slider all but growls, but you aren't sure where to go — you're already in his lap — until his hand knocks yours free of his cock and fingers slick with your arousal begin to trail along the crease of your thigh and hip. With a pathetic nod, you hunch over to avoid hitting the car's low roof as Slider moves you until you're exactly where he wants you. The thick tip of his cock kisses your cunt before he pulls you down. You press a lewd kiss to his thundering pulse to hide your moan against sweat-slick muscle, hot breath puffing against even hotter skin.

Condensation drips from the fogged window like sweat beading along your skin. Nails digging for purchase beneath Slider's shirt but sliding uselessly across toned muscles. Each breath feels like a chore even before he starts to move, the air thick — stale with humidity and toe-curling want. Desperation. Maybe no one will see you, but god, they'll be able to smell the sex on you when you get back.

"Gonna make me do all the work?" Not that he could, given the limitations of the backseat, but the taunt is enough to set you into motion. Rise and fall, the thin cotton of your dress sticking to your thighs and doing nothing to mask the wet clap of skin against skin from reverberating off the glass. Slider's head tips back, missing the headrest to thunk against the angled rear window as the car rocks with you.

"You okay?" you pant, kissing his head where it's pink and dewy from the glass.

Big hands tighten around your hips. "Better than," Slider says as he plants his feet and thrusts. The overenthusiastic movement tosses you into the ceiling once again.

"Hey, watch it!" you hiss even as pleasure courses through your veins from the rough treatment.

"Can't sit still." As if to prove his point, Slider grinds into you, his hips picking up a pace different from the one you'd set and shallowly thrusting. It's good, but it isn't enough for either of you. "This isn't working."

"You think?"

Slider just levels you with a look. "Get out of the car."

"Excuse me?" You reel back as if he's slapped you.

"Get out of the car. This isn't working."

"You mean to tell me," you say, still seated on his lap, "that we crammed into the back of your stupid small car and got all sweaty, and you're just giving up?"

He shifts forward so that his cheek drags against yours and speaks directly into your ear. "Do you want to cum or not?" You nod, shivering at the drag of incoming stubble against your smooth skin. "I thought so." Sharp teeth pinch at your lobe, and you suck in a breath. "Get out of the car."

You groan when you rise off Slider's lap, clenching around nothing as you reach for the door handle. And as much as you miss the feeling of Slider inside of you, nothing comes close to the bliss that is the gentle San Diego breeze on your slick temples. Until Slider bends you over the hood of his car, lifts your skirt, and shoves home.

"Ron," you keen, back arching.

"I know," he husks, one hand next to you against the cherry red paint, the other holding your skirt out of the way against your lower back. "But you've gotta stay quiet. Don't want anyone to hear those pretty noises. That's how we got into this mess."

That's the other thing about Mitchells: you don't usually know when to keep your mouths shut. You bite your lip as Slider picks up a ruthless pace just to be careful. Shiver as pleasure jolts along your spine and the sea breeze cools your sweat. You tingle with the sharp chill of contrasting sensation.

It doesn't take long to get either of you to the edge. Unable to express your pleasure verbally, you drive your hips back into Slider's aided by the rhythmic sway of the shock absorbers.

Letting go of your dress, Slider drops to his elbows and stretches over you. "Where?" And typically, you'd have an answer for that, but realistically there's nowhere he can finish that won't be immediately noticeable.

Except.

"Inside." You're on the pill, so it shouldn't be an issue.

Slider's hips stutter in surprise, and he lets out a low moan. "Oh, fuck!" Now, who's going to get you both caught?

A hand slips beneath your hips, greedy fingers pinching and circling your clit until your eyes roll back, and it's all you can do to make sure you aren't screaming while you shudder and whine on his cock, a warmth blooming within you as Slider's hips snap against your ass once, twice, and still.

With a gentle pat on the hip and a satisfied sigh, Slider withdraws. When you turn around, flattening your skirt, he's already tucked himself back into his pants and is working on his shirt buttons. You rock up onto your toes and give him a lazy kiss. "You should go home," he says.

"What? No. That would be suspicious."

"No," he stops you. "It would be suspicious if we both left. But baby, you look completely fucked out. If you walk back into that bar, there's no way Mitchell isn't going to know exactly what happened." You gape at him and turn to the car to catch a glimpse of your reflection in the windows, but the lights don't reach this part of the parking lot, so you'll have to rely on Slider's word. Then you feel a thick ooze between your thighs, and you know you can't face your brother like this. "If he asks, just tell him you were embarrassed and went home."

"And what about you?"

"What about me?"

And that's a stupid question, isn't it? You're not the only one who looks disheveled or smells like sex. But you have to admit that between the spiked hair and the tuck of his shirt, Slider does look somewhat… normal. You wrinkle your nose. "You stink."

"And who the hell do you think is going to come around and take a sniff?" Certainly not Pete. After the fight, he'd probably spend the rest of the night across the bar from Ice if he and Goose didn't leave once it was over. Which left Hollywood, Wolfman, and Ice, but maybe Slider would want Ice to know.

"Fine," you concede, "Give me back my panties."

"What panties?" You give him a look because of course he wants to play dumb after having just fucked you: it's not the first time he's done this. You reach out a hand to his left pocket, trying to ignore his smirk as you fondle it but find nothing there. But when you reach for the right pocket, he stops you halfway. "How are you going to explain the cum dripping down your thigh to your brother, sweet cheeks? He was with your boyfriend all night."

"My boyfriend, huh?" you ask, rolling the term around on your tongue and cocking a hip. "You better hope he doesn't find out about this. My boyfriend, that is."

His eyes scrunch as he moves close enough to whisper into your ear: "Oh, I'm planning on it." He presses a kiss beside your lips and leans back, hand patting the right pocket of his service khakis. He'd have played it off as a farewell if anyone were to walk by.

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#top gun fanfiction #top gun smut #top gun 1986 #ron slider kerner #ron slider kerner x reader #ron slider kerner x f!reader #ron slider kerner smut #slider x reader #tom iceman kazansky #tom iceman kazansky x reader #slider smut #poor slider has like... no content #i'm fixing this #mitchell!reader #maverick's sister out on a mission to bone his rivals

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majaloveschris · 7 months

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Maja hi! I have some thoughts about marriage stunt but nobody agrees with me because other mods never posted my ask. I just believe it was selling her show (wn) just before its end date of selling. I mean they tried to get a better buyer of it but they couldn’t and gave up. I thought it was because of his tiff movie but yesterday its trailer was released however they didn’t do any stunt. I also want to remind that he never used this stunt to sell his works(tgm, ghosted…) ghosted had bad reviews as well. He didn’t try to cover them. Every actor can have bad reviews, these movies are not his dream jobs. We all know this. Also remember how they tried to wrap up on june. He did alone sightings. He did podcast. But then suddenly they went to bermuda. Just before Simon’s timer and netflix is releasing wn’s rights news. And the marriage rumors, only bad pr to him. But it brought more fame to her. It only works for her again. I think it was last push before wn selling got wrapped up they tried to find a better producer but they couldn’t. If you noticed, after simon’s statement, she deleted her promo post. And we never got any sightings, or even trolling from them. Which we all know it was busy three weeks, sightings, trollings, articles. Actually when there were rumors, Gully was in canada, and justin will be at there too. They made justin posted from pt. L&D rumors debunked by releasing the location by l&d. he also got gene kelly, after these happened. They deleted her from his imdb. Red pill article is deleted as well. It looks like they wrapped up to me. He got what he wanted (GK movie). I feelike we are out of the wood finally.

I'm going to share your ask, but share my thoughts with you.

I really love how positive you're, but I don't know if it's that easy. Talking about his projects, she was at the Ghosted premiere; however, I agree that if this is PR for him, it's definitely not about selling his projects or covering up bad reviews, but more about getting projects or maybe that Gene Kelly project out of it. It's weird she deleted the WN post; I don't really see the point of it, even if they don't want her in the movies (I think there was an article about WN getting 3 movies). I'm actually interested in the fact that if they actually don't want her in it, it is because of the things people found out about her, and because even though more people have gotten to know her because of Chris, most of them don't really like her?

It definitely seemed like in the summer that this whole thing (if this is PR) had come to an end; he deactivated his social media accounts; there were no birthday posts or the whole podcast; but then the whole wedding thing happened.

I wouldn't necessarily say that him having that Gene Kelly project in IMDb Pro and them removing Alba as his wife from it means too much. That Gene Kelly project appears from time to time, or maybe never even leaves, so I wouldn't really put too much hope into that. I'd rather say don't put too much hope into anything they do or say. The only thing we can do is wait and see how this whole thing ends.

The problem here is that if this was only for PR reasons and there wasn't even a wedding, that doesn't really help the situation right now. They either need to fake a divorce or say that there was only a party in MA and they went on a vacation with friends in PT. Acting like nothing happened won't really help. Prior to the whole wedding thing, they could've just simply broken up and gone on with their lives, but that won't be that easy anymore.

These are obviously only plays if this whole thing is PR.

#majaloveschris #chris and alba relationship #chris and alba pr #chris and alba wedding #cevans-love

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mini-detective-conan · 2 months

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So, I just got back from testifying against my kidnapper, and I remembered during the trial that I forgot to tell you guys about the case I wanted to talk about, so here it is (Names obfuscated for obvious reasons):

Some time after school started in 1994 in a suburb in Paris, France, one of the professors at a local boarding school never showed up to work for weeks on end. There was no notice, no indication that he was ill or had quit, and the principal at the school didn't fire him or even know he was gone until staff notified him. He was the one that called the police and filed a missing persons report. So, naturally, the police begin digging into this guy that vanished and they essentially came across what I can only describe as a conspiracy goldmine. The professor, as it turns out, may have never even existed legally. All of his records were fake and shallowly fabricated, every single thing the man said he had done was a complete lie except for a few details (I will get into those later). And do you want to know the best part of this whole thing? When the police came to his registered lease of a house (which for some reason was in the middle of the local woods), they found it completely trashed. Any evidence of his existence in that house was completely ripped to shreds and destroyed. The only thing they could tell about the man was that he was a computer genius, he had a child, and that he was obviously on the run from something. Oh yeah, this man apparently had a child!

And according to personal accounts taken from the staff, it was his daughter, a sometimes-homeschooled, sometimes-not preteen that apparently he registered himself under a ton of false records.

Like, the child didn't even have a birth certificate or any names registered. The only things tied to her existence were vaccine records (which were, despite being confirmed as being legitimate, were altered significantly so that every detail about her personally was false) and personal eye-witness accounts from the professor's colleagues.

As you can tell, this practically was begging to be turned into a cold case. The police were unable to find anything that could've indicated their fates other than the house, so they came to the conclusion that the two were kidnapped by someone with a lot of resources and just left it at that. Now, I don't have to be exaggerating when I say that this case got me hooked when I first heard about it. Not because of any personal reasons, obviously, but because of how mysterious it is.

Despite working at this school for several years and being considered just a simple science professor, this man somehow has the shadiest and craziest existence out of any victims or suspects that I've had to read about in the past. Everything about the man is fabricated or at least seriously ofuscated. Its like this man just popped into existence with his daughter legally, and I've been kind of hoping to be the first person to actually make a step forward in this case for the first time in several years. Just something about it is so addicting. So many mysteries, laid one on top of the other. It's got me hooked!

I legitimately want to know how he did, how he completely fabricated his entire existence, and why?

Was he on the run? Was he under witness protection so deep not even the French Government could decipher it? Was he just simply someone in the wrong place in the wrong time?

See what I mean when I say this case is incredibly addicting?

#conan talks mysteries #true crime'#reading case files and solving puzzles are so interesting to me #you guys like video games #i like mysteries #//#guess what this is referring to and you get a cookie #detective conan #dcmk #conan talks about other fictional mysteries #he loves mysteries #especially unsolved ones

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hersheyqu33n · 1 year

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I had an awful day at work, so if anyone can recommend me any Weyler fics with Tyler having a bad time at work and Wednesday comforts him; I'd greatly appreciate it.

Here's a couple examples of what I mean (and if this inspires anyone to make a fic like this even better)

Maybe Pilgrim World has a lot of tourists and Tyler has to deal with a rude customer who yells at him or throws a drink on him and burns him. Or same thing, lots or tourists, but his manager is helicoptering or mirco-managing and on Tyler's ass to work faster but isn't actually helping.

In either case Wednesday could be sitting in the cafe waiting for Tyler to finish his shift and notice his mistreatment. Cue protective!Wednesday that physically/verbally threatens the unfortunate soul who had the audacity to mess with her boy while in her presence.

Or if Wednesday isn't there it could go one of two ways (or more if you're more creative than I)

First one it's during s1 or Tyler just isn't a Hyde, he'll have the awful day and just go home (Sheriff's house). [For more angst he could've had a bad day at school or he gets home and his dad yells at him for some BS and then storms out] Tyler could be in his room feeling overwhelmed and like he's about to cry, which makes him even more mad because he doesn't want to cry and admit what happened hurt him more than he feels it should. Then Wednesday could've been sneaking up to his window ready to rope him into some investigation or use him for his car. But she doesn't open his window right away and notices how upset he is. Logically she knows he hasn't noticed her yet so she can sneak away and not deal with the emotional display. Another part tells her she should enjoy the show and drink in his distress. However, Wednesday feels unsettled by Tyler's emotions, and not the normal way she does by others emotions by being disgusted. No, with Tyler she's unsettled that he's upset and is compelled to do anything in her power to see him smile that stupid big smile he idiotically saves for just her. So Wednesday breaks in (scaring him like usual) and allows him to rant to her about his day. She actually pays attention and nods at the right parts and doesn't tune out his complaints like she would when Enid talks about some "juicy" new romance gossip. Wednesday even stays and allows (she likes it 👀) Tyler to cuddle with her while she fantasizes (plans) revenge on the asshole who upset her man.

Second option could be after S1 or an AU with Tyler attending Nevermore. In this one he'd get really angry at work and it'll trigger his Hyde and he'll be fighting so hard to remain in control; As soon as he's punched out he makes his way back to his dorm as quick as possible. Wednesday either hears about what happens or just wants to see him and end up at his dorm room. Once in inside she's sees that he's partially transformed/struggling to maintain control. She can either getting to go to the woods and could hunt wild life together, let the Hyde run around and play dodge the knife, or they go destroy Xavier's shed, who knows? Or she could stay in his dorm room and find... another way to help Tyler relive some stress and... built up tension. 😈

Okay that's all. Writing those little bit actually helped me feel a little better... But still mad at my job 😤😩

#weyler #wyler #wednsday addams #tyler galpin #fanfic #I hate my assistant manager

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ebongawk · 1 year

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"(don't want to) break these chains"

part one | part two

She'd done it.

A nondescript Friday in the middle of June, and Chrissy Cunningham had just upended entire her life.

The path of her trajectory had been laid out when Chrissy was still toddling around in diapers. She would be pretty, she would be quiet, demure, unexcitable and small. She would do gymnastics, she would do cheer, she would meet a nice boy in high school who came from a good family, and they would get married in college, move back home, buy a house in Loch Nora and raise two-point-five kids behind a white picket fence.

By all accounts, everything was going according to plan. She was small, and pretty, and quiet, because she was never allowed to be anything else.

But there was one thing her mother couldn't have possibly accounted for––

him.

Eddie Munson stormed into her life like a fleet of ships outside the war-torn country of her soul – unexpected and breathtakingly brilliant. Tossing ashore the aide she hadn't before realized she needed. Stepping onto the beach for only a moment of reprieve, only to be submerged in the help of his extended hand.

She thinks maybe she fell in love with him, just a little bit, that very first day.

As those days stretched into weeks, Chrissy stole away more and more moments to sneak back down to the sand. To dig through the piled heaps of garbage and find all of the gemstones he'd hidden throughout the trenches of her mind.

Mean and scary Eddie Munson became set up in her harbor and sheltered her through the hurricane of her life. He became the safe space she'd never known she needed. She craved him, craved the comfort of his arms, the heat of his hands on her body. The way he kissed her, touched her, like she was something to be savored. The way he talked to her like she was someone worth listening to.

And yet.

As he built her up, creating a beautiful paradise in the eye of her storm, Chrissy never realized that she was slowly killing him.

"I love you," she'd said on Wednesday, lying together in the back of his van next to the lake with a joint clutched between her fingers. The first time she'd ever told him. A truth that had been bubbling beneath the surface of her skin for what felt like her entire life.

And Eddie–– she'd expected him to laugh, or to smile. To say, shit, Princess, I love you, too, because that's what all those romcoms he'd watched with her – the ones Jason had refused to watch, even to humor her – said would happen.

But Eddie laid there for a long stretch of silence before sitting up. He took the joint from her fingers, swinging his legs over the back bumper and flicking what was left into the woods.

"I think you've had too much," he replied instead, fracturing the delicate muscle pumping blood beneath her ribs. He couldn't even look at her. When was he ever not looking at her?

"Eddie?"

"I... Let's go get some food, yeah? Bring you down before I take you home."

She'd barely smoked half of the half-joint he'd just discarded. And her tolerance was low, but it wasn't on the floor.

"Eddie, I love you," she'd tried again as she sat up, wondering if maybe he'd just misheard her. His shoulders shook, and Chrissy laid a gentle hand on one, flinching when he shrugged her off.

"Yeah, Cunningham, I heard you," he'd said softly. "And that's... That's not fair, alright? You can't just.... You can't say that to me."

The fracture in her heart split wide open. And nothing – nothing her mother or Jason had ever said to her could've prepared her for that pain.

"Wh–Why not?"

"Because what does it change?" he'd asked, scrubbing his hands down his face and finally, finally awarding her with his gaze. Her heart, already in her throat, nearly purged itself from her body completely when she saw the wetness, the pain in his irises. "Huh? Tell me, Chrissy. Tell me this makes anything different. Tell me you'll leave Carver and stop treating me like a dirty little secret. Tell me."

The plea in his voice was something she'd never heard before.

Every piece of her was begging her to tell him yes, Eddie, yes, I'll change everything. I'll do anything to keep you. All those little fractured pieces in her throat readied to shatter, to spill into the palms of his hands as an offering she didn't know she was ready to make.

But she didn't.

She didn't.

She stayed quiet. Stayed small. Mouth sewn shut by her mother's incessant machine as it took in her clothes and took in her skin and took in her life. Making her as ill-fitting as the shirts and skirts she struggled into everyday.

And Eddie reached over the canyon in her heart, still splitting, crumbling around her as the earth moved inside of her bones. He took her hands, pulling her palms to his mouth and kissing her like he wanted to fall to his knees and worship her.

"I can't," he breathed against her flesh. "I can't keep ripping myself open and hoping you'll see something you like. I thought I could, but it's gotten too fucking difficult." Dropping her hands, Eddie turned, climbing back through the van and into the driver's seat.

Taking her home without another word.

As soon as she'd been in the safety of her bedroom, Chrissy had fallen apart.

Tears she didn't know she'd been storing poured down her cheeks; a torrential rainstorm. But this time, there were no outside sources to blame, and no harbor within which she could find safety.

The storm tore her apart from the inside. Shredding her flesh and muscle and bone down to atoms, each one imprinted with his name like the tattoos he wore so proudly over his skin.

And it was like this – curled up in the emptiness left behind by his absence – that Chrissy realized she could fear her mother's wrath, and Jason's anger, and every other unknown that currently lived in the whirlwind of her mind.

But it couldn't hold a candle to the absolute hopelessness she felt at the prospect of losing Eddie.

So she called Jason two days later, after wallowing for an entire day and night in bed, and ended their relationship, walking away as he sputtered up excuses and disbelief.

And she took her mother's anger in stride, sneaking out of the house as soon as the sun had set and riding her bike across town.

The bar was called The Nightfall, and it was the first gig Corroded Coffin had scored that wasn't at the Hideout. A coveted weekend slot, and one that had been offered, not begged for.

"We're moving up, baby," he'd said proudly when he'd told her. "These are just the first steps."

Sitting at the back of the bar, nursing a diet soda and watching, enraptured, as Jeff sang lead vocals and Eddie's fingers flew over the strings of his guitar so quickly they blurred. The crowd was significantly larger than five drunks. It made her stomach twist, her throat filling with emotion, because how could she not want him? How could she not want to show him off, parade around on his arm, and announce to the universe that they could keep whatever they wanted of her flesh as long as she could keep him?

Swaying to the music, Chrissy lost herself in Jeff's impressive vocals, his deep tenor of a voice as he carried them through a playlist of covers and original songs.

Then, as they came nearly to an end, Eddie stepped up to the mic.

"I don't normally take the helm," he announced. "But, uh. Y'know. I wanted to tonight. So. This one's for you."

He wasn't talking to anyone in particular. He didn't know she was here. Yet Chrissy was convinced that he was speaking to her. Because that look in his eyes – that pain – was exactly what he'd held in his gaze the last time she'd seen him.

When he'd let her go, and she'd allowed him to drive away.

The crowd was already worked up. They cheered, expectant, as Eddie launched into a song that wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed the air from her lungs. The lyrics flooded her mind, his voice a soulful growl that bounced through her body and left her in jagged pieces on the bar floor.

I wanna love you but I better not touch I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop

She knew this song. She knew it, because Eddie had listened to it in the van. I wanna kiss you but I want it too much I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison

She knew it because Eddie had called it a hate song.

"This is what you sing when you're consumed by someone else," he'd said, "and you know they'll end up killing you. When you're so obsessed you think it's love, but it's just... raw desire and nothing."

Nothing.

Why would you ever think you mattered to him? You're just nothing.

It was a nondescript Friday afternoon in June that Chrissy upended her entire life. Ruining the trajectory of her mother's carefully curated plans to reach for the one thing that had felt safe after so many years adrift in the war.

But it was the barest early hours of Saturday morning, the clock just tipping past midnight, when Chrissy Cunningham's heart broke completely.

#hellcheer drabble #hellcheer #eddissy #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #eddie x chrissy #angst #poison by Alice cooper #this song didn't actually come out until 1989 but we're gonna suspend our disbelief for the purpose of pain

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I'm curious to see if you have any Connor headcanons about his life after Jane's death and the ILITW group splintered, but before ILITW. What about his reactions to the aftermath to everything that happened on Homecoming depending on who lived and who died, and what he hopes to do with his life after ILW?

He wasn't too close to the group, so I don't think he would've been that affected. He would definitely have noticed that Stacy acted differently, but I think he'd assume it had to do with one of her best friends, Jane, dying. I think he tried to cheer Stacy up as much as possible. He noticed that Stacy no longer spent time with her friends, so he was the brother who would bring his little sister with him to hang out with with his friends, and if any of them complained about his tag-along sister Connor would get protective and they'd never complain about that again.

I think he did pretty average in school. Not horrible, but not great. He's more of a go out and do, work with his hands kind of guy rather than an academic.

After homecoming, he was definitely never the same again. Depending on what happened, he could've lost his sister and the person he was falling in love with. But even if neither of them died, he went through traumatic experiences with supernatural monsters and ghosts. I figure he tried to go back to living a normal life after homecoming (with varying degrees of success depending on how much loss he experienced). He decided to move back to Westchester and worked a couple of jobs to try to support himself and not rely on his parents, taking some hours as a mechanic and learning those skills and working part-time shifts at the local hardware store. If Stacy lived, he spent a lot of time trying to facilitate reconciliation and a healthy relationship between the two. If Stacy died, he wanted to be there for his parents through their grief.

He also never really moved on from the Power. Though he wasn't actively fighting against it at first, I imagine he did a lot of studying up on it, met with Ava (if survived) or Sunny frequently to talk about it as they got the coven up and going, and I think he took frequent walks through the woods to see if he found anything out of the ordinary. Once Devon/Noah finally came to him about Redfield Noah/Devon, he was immediately on board because he never really left everything behind.

After ILW, if he's with Devon he just wants to settle down with them, leave all this behind him, and have a family. If he's not dating Devon, he'd probably hope to eventually find someone but in the meantime, just be fully independent. He'd like to open his own mechanics shop so he doesn't have to work for anybody or rely on anyone and be fully independent in his professional work.

#ask #anon #mod win #connor green #playchoices #ilitw

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analyzingadventure · 1 year

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Well I'm only like 6 months behind everyone else playing Survive but better late than never! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

So here's a quick ramble about my thoughts on the game so far!

I've just reached the early parts of Part 4, but I encountered some vague spoilers deeper in the game by accident which kinda reframe things, so Spoilers up to Part 4 with an Asterisk*

Quick note: I am doing a blind-playthrough right now and once done I'll go back and replay the game (with a guide probably) for the other endings. You don't have to send me any confirmations or explanations on how things work, thank you.

I'm definitely enjoying the game a lot so far, it's so hard to put it down once I get going. I will complain that Part 1 especially seemed to repeat its own dialogue a lot, the characters speaking in aimless circles, which WAS quite frustrating since this is a visual novel, the dialogue IS the whole gameplay, but that issue seems to have solved itself by now and I'm glad for it

I do also find it quite funny how Survive really did just take the basic set up of Adventure, scrub some details out and change the tone of the story before calling it a day. Like that's really funny to me. I don't mind it at all, I love the File Island arc so getting what is essentially a fresh retelling of that story is super fun, especially since the tone is completely different. Grabbing the "fun adventure" and taking it entirely seriously, in kind of a realistic way (like, what would you do if you were in this situation-kinda way) is really interesting, it's a fun re-exploration of Adventure's story and I love watching it unfold.

I will say that I did find it annoying how Takuma and co showed no concern for Kaito and Miu so far. Like, yes, to be fair, they just met the two and knew each other for maybe like 15 minutes before getting isekai'd, so it's understandable they weren't super concerned, but also, they were worried about the Professor, and they knew him for even less time. And yes, of course, they're kids, they're going to want to reach out to the only adult nearby since adults = safety and that's what the kids want the most, but also. Miu is a small child out there on her own. It does bother me how nobody showed any concern for her (or Kaito), let alone seemed to remember them, until Kaito gave them a deadline to give a fuck. Hell, even when the kids heard there was a small child lost in the dangerous woods, none of them offered to go help look for her, instead insisting on going to the fucking radio tower instead. Like!! The radio tower isn't going anywhere, it'll still be there!! But Miu's life might have a timer on it!! God!!

That whole thing bothered me a lot, but in the end, it doesn't matter, it was a weird writing decision but it's not a big deal.

What is a big deal is that Agumon is the cutest, sweetest little thing I have ever seen and I would die for him.

All the Digimon are cute in fact, I love them so much.

(Although, I'm sorry, but everytime I see Dracumon I lose my shit because the way he grins he reminds me of Sans Undertale)

Also I love the evolutions they picked for all the Digimon (aside from Agumon since he has Options (I got Tyrannomon! ✌️✨ Oira-shock real)), I love how our Sweet Little Puppi Labramon evolves to metal ass Dobermon, and I was fucking hysterical losing my absolute shit over Vegiemon last night. I did not expect that and it was so fucking funny- like sure, new Digimon would have been cool, but also it's so great that they picked old Digimon to use instead of making some extremely tailored evolutions for each kid's partner. It's so fun and I love that, even when/because the evolutions are so unconventional.

Also RIP Kunemon I'm sorry I couldn't save Ryo. You poor little thing, I'm so sorry. (I'm assuming I could've saved Ryo if I had talked with him more? I mean from the get-go I saw this child Had Some Issues so I tried to talk with him every chance I got and I did, I had a pretty decent Affinity going with him by the end, but there was a part where Ryo was being just Too Douchey to Kunemon, where I told him off for it. That resulted with him being so pissed off he left and became unavailable to talk to for the rest of the Free Action section. So I'm guessing it's because of that section that Ryo died? Welp I guess I'll find out on the next playthrough)

BTW it's really funny that the Arukenimon Amongus Sus meme I did for Ghost Game could've been used for Survive too lmao

Also the Gazimon t-posing over the collapsed Professor was funnier than it had any right to be dfjghsjfdhg

The funniest thing that happened to me so far though is that I actually believed Survive wouldn't have Piemon, especially not as a potential evolution/party member. Like I knew Survive would scale back the amount of Digimon they'd use in this game (compared to like Cyber Sleuth), so I just assumed that Piemon would get cut. So early in the game when you could start recruiting Digimon, I, for a long ass time, evoided Gotsumon, since early on the cutscenes and battles alike it was just Gotsumon after Gotsumon after Gotsumon- like I was kind of sick of the guy, so I intentionally didn't try to recruit one. Can you imagine my fucking face when the other night I finally recruited a Gotsumon (after failing to get a Numemon so many times (I really wanted a Numemon!! ;_;)), looked at the evolution possibilities, and immidiately saw fucking Piemon right there, sitting amongst the options. The one Digimon I had really wanted (but didn't think I could actually get), right there, under my nose, this whole time, just behind a Digimon I was avoiding out of spite.

Anyway here's the Asterisk Part, look away if you don't want potential post Part 4 spoilers

Okay so a while back I accidentally did find out that there was a Piemon as a character in the game. I made sure to Look Away before I could learn any real context about the character or what he's like, I just became aware that there is, in fact, Piemon in Survive.

And then I found out (also by accident) that he's voiced by Chiikao Ootsuka's son, Akio Ootsuka

(Chiikao Ootsuka was the voice of OG Piemon and Apocalymon. Mind you, the last voiced Piemon character we had had between Adventure and Survive was Chiikao reprising his role in the Adventure PSP Game, so the fact that they got his son to do his father's character... That's so fucking sweet) ((Disclaimer I don't actually know if the Piemon/VoltoBautamon in next 0rder was voiced but that's besides the point))

Since I am a One Piece fan, I do know Akio's voice as he's the voice of Blackbeard. I could recognize the "zehahaha" anywhere

So when I reached the opening cutscene to Part 4 last night, I was losing my absolute marbles when we meet the mysterious, shrouded Digimon

Like at first I was like "is that a new Digimon?? A Demon Lord???" since the shroud reminded me of Demon's cloaked form

But then the fucker spoke

And I noticed the fucking card suit decorations on his cloak, and the blue fucking ribbons sticking out from underneath, and the entire shape of the figure being so conveniently shaped in general

And then as the fucker spoke more I could hear the rasp of the zehahaha peaking through and I just

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE YOU SON OF A BINCH

OH YOU JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, I'M GOING TO WRECK YOUR ASS

YOU JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET TO THAT SHITTY CIRCUS TENT

Anyway those are my general thoughts on the game so far; having a great fucking time, can't wait to play more

#Text post #Survive

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hiiii i wanna hear your thoughts about robert and giselle’s pasts. mostly their families like parents, siblings, etc. giselle especially because it seems like she just came outta the wood work HAHA. what’s your headcanon past for her!!! (but robert toooo)

AH !

okay so I'll go through Robert's first bc it's kind of basic, and shorter.

I think he comes from a wealthy family, with two successful lawyer parents, and was an only child. He was very close with both parents (Marie and David), though he was definitely closer to his mother. He really admired her, and she was ultimately the reason he chose to pursue law. He did think about becoming a teacher for a little while, but ended up choosing family law bc it's what his mom did.

Despite being closer to his mom, he really did love his dad, and is definitely more like him personality-wise. I think his mom was more out-going and positive, whereas his dad was introverted and sarcastic, with a bad sense of dad humor, which Robert absolutely picked up.

His parents ended up dying when he was around 23 (car accident), and outside of his (now ex) wife (Vanessa) he had no other family. I think he does have a few very distant relatives floating around, but none that he's ever met.

Also, I headcanon his full name is Robert Florian Philip, and that Florian was his grandfather's name :]

Now, for Giselle!

I know Andalasia is meant to be this like... happy, upbeat place but I kind of like to lean into the darker elements that it might contain. It's a fairytale world, after all, and we know trolls were trying to eat her, and Narissa was trying to kill her so, I can indulge a lil bit :]

With that said, I think Giselle's parents were, sadly, killed when she was a baby. We know the animals found her left alone in the woods, and I like to think that the cottage she lived in was where she was born/living when her parents died. Because it happened when she was so young, she has no memories, even on her Memory Tree, and has no idea who her parents were or what happened to them. None of the animals do either, but everyone kind of assumes they must've died.

All of the animals helped take care of her, but none more than Pip's family. I know chipmunks don't live as long in real life, but in Andalasia they do, it's true, it's real. He's two years older than Giselle and acts as her older brother.

Her cottage was hidden pretty deep in the forest and, because of that, she had very limited human interaction for most of her life. I do think, though, that she and Pip would sneak off to get a closer look at the kingdom and observe how the people there lived, and Giselle would mimic how the women held themselves, and spoke. I also think, once they were older and a bit bolder, they'd steal things from the bakery and library. Giselle will deny she ever did this, saying Pip did all the dirty work, but she absolutely helped. They were definitely a bread stealing team.

Circling back to her limited human interaction bit, ohhhh she was starving for human interaction. Sometimes, she'd flip through the many books she owned and wish more than anything that she could find her true love just so she could have at least one other human to talk to. She used to go back and forth on whether or not she should try and live in the kingdom, but she didn't want to leave her family, and she worried she wouldn't be welcomed there. Meeting Edward was a dream come true, not just bc she thought he was her true love but also bc hello !! Human interaction ? He's saying I can live in the kingdom? This is wonderful !!

Also, sidenote, bc she spent so long running, hiding, and defending herself from trolls, and other threatening mythical creatures, she's got quite a few scars on her body and, I think, if she'd had a better angle, she could've slayed Narissa on her own.

Overall, though, Giselle had a very happy childhood! She was certainly desperate for human interaction, but she loved her animal family, and wouldn't have traded them for anything. They taught her how to sew, and cook, and read, and dance, and defend herself when it was needed (how do the animals know this? that's the power of Andalasia baby). I don't think she wondered too much about her biological parents as she got older, and while she is technically an only child, she considers like. Half the forest her siblings/cousins so. Robert ended up with a lot of in-laws to impress.

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I've always believed Will was Henry's target all along, too. The only thing I need clarity about is when and how Henry learned about Will's existence, powers and potential. Do you have any theory about it? I've thought about Lonnie taking Will to the lab (c0nversion therapy vibes) in the guise of baseball or Henry seeing/detecting Will in the woods (or in Castle Byers) before he was banished by El, but I' not satisfied with either option yet.

Ciao, anon! This is one of the biggest mysteries of the story. I talk about it here and I think in other posts, too. You can find them here .

I thought about Lonnie taking Will to the lab and Henry (and El?) seeing him there. And, even if Brenner thought he was just a normal kid, Will could've done or said something that made Henry realise he has powers. (EDIT: I now think Will’s powers weren’t activated until he arrived in the UD, so I don’t know how Henry could’ve noticed them. Something about him being sensitive to certain things?)

I really don't know. There are cameras everywhere in the lab. And if Henry had showed any interest in Will, then wouldn’t Will vanishing the very night the gate opened be a bit suspicious? But in S1 Brenner didn't care about Will at all. In 1x08, when a woman asked him: "What if they find the boy?" he answered: "They won't". He just wanted to find El. And them knowing how to make a perfect replica of Will's body, one of the reasons people think he was at the lab at some point, could just mean that the government knew everything about the people in Hawkins. In fact, we know they listened to every phone call. Plus, if Will was brought to the lab, it must’ve happened when he was younger. So he looked different from when he got kidnapped. I know people could say that it's S1 and the Duffers said they wrote the story of the UD and the mythology of the show in S2, so everything is possible. I get it. It is possible. But it's not like the events of S1 have no meaning at all. And the Duffers said that Henry was always the villain. In S4 we saw many callbacks. El killing with the head tilt in S1 just like Henry does in S4 and the lab kid turning on the lights in the same way Will did in his bedroom, when Holly was there. So I think they would've at least hinted at something about Will and the lab in S4, maybe when El was with Brenner. But we'll see. Maybe Lonnie brought Will there, because he thought Brenner and the other doctors could fix Will’s queerness like Virginia wanted Brenner to fix Henry. I just think other theories make more sense.

This is my theory. EDIT : I believe that all the people with powers are connected to the UD. Specifically, to the powerful being that lives there (or even conquered that world that now seems dead) The Mind Flayer. I think all the powers come from it. When he was a kid, Henry Creel communicated with this being probably because the veil between the worlds was thinner in his house, and since he was special, a sensitive child (sensitive to powers) this contact made him acquire many abilities. Then we know that all the powers of the people Brenner experimented on come from Henry. Terry’s, El’s, Kali’s. As for Will. He’s like Henry. Not a lab kid. He was sensitive too and when he arrived in the UD, he acquired powers.

The evidence of all this is El sending Henry to the UD without even knowing that place existed. The lights when she remembers her mom imo mean that she was remembering her connection to those powers. The reason Project Nina was created. The MF’s bite/toxin had interrupted her connection to her powers. So they made her remember it in her past. The Mind Flayer is a cosmic being with supernatural abilities, like an alien plant or mushroom that wants to spread into other worlds with its spores and vines. We know for a fact that Henry didn’t create them. They were there when El opened the gate, like they were waiting for Henry. And Henry only shaped the spores that were in the sky. Then he became Vecna by merging with the vines. I don’t know if the Mind Flayer is evil. After all, spiders, viruses or mushrooms aren’t evil but they’re definitely dangerous. We know what those vines do.

So back to question. How Henry could know about Will. If he didn’t see him at the lab, it is possible that he sensed him just like he and the MF sensed each other when he was a kid.

That's how. Now Let's talk about the when. Henry told El that after she banished him, he just had to wait for her to open a door. He knew it was just a matter of time, because El was still with Brenner and Henry knew Papa very well. He knew he would've tried to find him. But waiting for El to open a gate doesn't mean just sitting there, watching floating rocks. A man like Henry wants to be ready, to have a plan. So I think that, after he found the MF and, like he said, he became the predator he thought he was born to be, he started to spy on Brenner and El. And he made El find the Demogorgon. It's totally in character for him. He spied on a lot of people in S4, and at the end of S2 we see the Mind Flayer looming over the school, probably spying on both Will and El.

So, I think Henry sensed Will, somewhere between 1979 and 1983, while he was spying on Brenner and El from the Upside Down. This would be important, because so far the show has only explored Henry and El parallels. If Henry has spied on this sensitive kid, who loves drawing and feels different, he would think they're alike, just like he thought he and El were. I guess they could just say he sensed him when the gate opened and then attacked him. But I really hope Will and Henry have a long history, too. : )

What do you think?

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itsryuworld · 2 years

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so mike loves eleven but he's in love with will, right?

i've seen so many post about it and i have to agree with it. i do believe mike loves eleven in a platonic way but not in a romantic way. we've seen the differences between m*lvn and byler so many times and that's pretty clear now. i'll go long here, so i'm sorry!

mike loves eleven because he idealize her as a superhero. he thinks she's awesome (bc he's a nerd) and he always talks about her powers to point it out. mike says she's de "most incredible person in the world" because of her powers, not as a person herself.

when eleven didn't had her powers in s4, mike seems to be scared of her when she defends against angela. she was violent and mike was scared of what she did. she wasn't "awesome" to him in that moment. he never tried to comfort her or said something to make her feel better bc without her powers she's not a superhero, she's a monster and mike doesn't like her at all.

in s1 mike took care of her and ofc he was worried once he knew some "bad men" were chasing her (same bad men could've done something to will, btw), but he never seemed romantically interested in her. the point of their interactions was her powers and how she could helped them to find will (he even said "she's a weapon" in that exact words). again, mike was amaze with eleven's powers, not her.

mike always put himself as inferior when he's talking with eleven, or about her. meanwhile she's awesome and a superhero, an incredible person… he's just some random nerd, a bullied middle schooler. that clearly means he doesn't think eleven and him are in the same page. she's better than him bc she has powers.

so, knowing that we can agree that mike idealize her and that's what he loves about her the most. when it comes to real life, mike doesn't like who she is. when max was trying to help her to find herself without mike or hopper's influence, mike was upset bc that would break his fantasy into something he can't control and eleven wouldn't be the person he wants but the person she really is.

and we know by now that they can't understand each other. everytime mike tries to explain her something, eleven doesn't get it. i really doubt eleven understood something about romance back then. in s1, eleven asked mike if he would be like her brother, why would she date her brother? their transition was weird af. mike might think dating a superhero is cool, but eleven didn't know about that. they weren't on the same page since the beginning.

on contrast with that, mike and will relationship is deeply bonded, they know each other since forever and are comfortable with each other. they're similar and share hobbies too.

since episode 1, we clearly see the difference between byler and the rest of the party. will refused to lie and told mike it was a seven. and later on, mike claims that he's the only one who cares about will, and decides to go to the woods to find him even when he supposed to wait at home. this parallels m*lvn in s2 when mike claims eleven's dead and never tries to go outside and look for her. mike, in the bottom of his mind, knows that eleven doesn't need him to be safe, but he knows will needs him so mike is determinate to find him no matter what. so, eleven is a superhero and can take care of herself, but will isn't, so he must save him, right?

mike knows will needs him, he tries to get will back with that scene in the shed. mike talks about the day they met each other, claims that asked him to be friends was the "best thing he ever done" and will claims that mike is the only one who treats him normal when everybody else was babying him. in the halloween scene they promised each other to be "crazy together" so, they're in the same page. they need each other in order to be happy. they understand each other.

when will was possessed by the shadow monster, mike told him that he could be like a spy for them, but when eleven spied on him in s3 he was upset to her. mike trust will even if he was possessed and he was scared at the idea of something could happen to him, but in s3 mike didn't trust eleven could save the world again on her own. he didn't trust in his superhero girlfriend, why? do mike trust his possessed boyfriend instead?

mike was the one to initiate the "crazy together" moment in s2 and then, in s3 mike tries to use it with eleven with the "blank makes you crazy" scene. that proves that mike sees that as a romantic thing. will understands, but eleven doesn't.

in s4, mike argue that he says "i love you" to eleven when she calls him out for not say it, and they had a fight about it. they can't communicate. later on, mike apologizes with will; "i didn't say it" and mike answers "you didn't have to" proving that they don't need to talk to understand each other. mike apologizes to will, not eleven. mike knew he was wrong and tries to make up with will.

in s4, mike pointed it out that meet eleven was "dumb nerd luck". this contrasts with the first day at kindergarten when mike approaches will in the swings bc they were both alone. mike decides to go to will and ask him to be friends, but he didn't decides to met eleven. mike was attached to will since their first met bc he was his first friend ever. mike was attached to eleven bc she was in danger and she needed someone. you notice the difference, right?

mike sees will as a person, but sees eleven as a superhero. mike sees will as an equal, but he sees eleven as a superior person to him. in his mind, eleven is amazing bc of her powers but will is amazing just bc he's will, he's his friend.

we can see it when they talk:

"you can't let those mouth breathers ruin you (ruin us)" "you're the most incredible person in the world" "you're my superhero"

"we'll go crazy together" "i think we should work together, i think it'll be easier if we're a team"

whenever mike talks about eleven it's always eleven by her own, but the moment that mike is talking to will it's always "them" "together" as one, as a romantic thing. that's clear when we see all that things mike didn't to for eleven, but for will:

mike went to the woods to find will and still believed he was alive even when they saw will's corpse, but didn't do it for eleven and claims her dead even if she gave him hints that she was out there.

eleven escaped the upside down by her own, but will was saved by mike who found him hiding behind the ladders in halloween.

when eleven "dumped his ass" mike wasn't in the bridge of depression, he was in the basement complaining about her behavior. but when he had a fight with will, mike biked in the middle of pouring rain to the byers's to apologizes to will. then, he inmmediatly went to castle byers to find him.

when mike was being an asshole in cali and will claims it was his fault, mike assure him it wasn't and told him hawkins wasn't the same without him. mike comforts him bc he knows will didn't do anything wrong, but he really never did that for eleven and she leaves lenora believing mike thinks of her as a monster.

the "crazy together" scene, the physical contact and lip glances, the heart-to-heart talks, the "we won't let him" scene, "are you okay, are you hurt?", even the "hawkins isn't the same without you" it suppose to be ROMANTIC MOMENTS but mike was there with WILL not ELEVEN.

mike loves the idea of eleven being a superhero, that's what he loves of her. but if you put her powers out of the table, what's left? they don't talk about themselves or their relationship. we haven't seen that. they were snogging and disrespecting hopper all summer, they were ignoring their friends, eleven was sending him letters full of lies, mike signed the letters with "from mike" not "love, mike", they had a fight in lenora about him not saying or writing "love, mike" and am i suppose to think they're a happy couple? uh, i don't think so.

i do believe they care for each other, i think they would be a fantastic duo of friends, but a romantic couple? no way. mike is platonic in love with her bc she's a superhero in his mind, bc she has powers, but doesn't care about her as a person, mike doesn't know her. in fact, he's scare of the idea of eleven being herself bc that might means he can't control her anymore and his "perfect straight boyfriend act" would fall apart.

on the other hand, that would've means that mike has to face his feelings for will. all this time, mike has been projecting his romantic feelings for will in eleven, bc she's a "acceptable version" of him. i mean, at this point is obvious that eleven and will are like twins, they really look alike and in s4 she wore his clothes too. mike lost will and found eleven, so he was projecting his feeling on her. in s1 he even told eleven he glad she come back home, his home? just like he did in s2 when he told will that and then we got the "crazy togther" scene?

so, yes. mike loves eleven, but that doesn't mean he's in love with her. i don't know yet if he's aware of that or not, but he always has been in love with will, even before eleven came to the picture. mike is scare of this feelings so he's trying to convice himself that he loves eleven in a romantic way, but he doesn't. mike is in love with will and he's always protective over him, he's always making romantic every interaction they had bc he doesn't think of him as a friend. and then, mike tries to do that with eleven, but she doesn't understand him. mike and will are on the same page, they understand each other without any talk.

i can't wait the moment these three kiddos understand this and became an amazing trio we deserve! eleven and will being a powerful twins, yes please. mike being the party leader we missed and the great friend he is, elmike being the chaotic and supportive duo of friends, and ofc, byler being the power couple they're meant to be.

thanks for coming to my ted talk, again.

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