#yeah dick. you oughta fucking know. fucking HELL.
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Why is it like I want to protect Dick from Sobel's attempt on court martial against him? I feel like I want to wrap him in a blanket and cuddle him.
Tbh, in the beginning I was feeling the same as you anon. I've been subjected to a power tripping bully boss before, I knew Dick's pain. But when the scene cuts to Sobel's office and the "call for court martial" is revealed to be "taking a punishment (48 hrs pass revoked for 60 days) OR request trial by court martial" and Dick chose the latter, I lost almost all my sympathy. More under cut bc it got long--
Dick Winters totally deserved that-- he REQUESTED it. Not to say Sobel didn't deserve getting his ass handed to him by his own NCOs (he overestimated their fear of him and completely underestimated their love of Dick) for being such a power tripping asshole, but all of that drama could have been avoided if Dick had just decided to keep his mouth shut and taken the punishment. Which, according to Sobel, wasn't anything off Dick's plate; he already spent those weekends he'd've been deprived of on base, anyway! At this point, the only thing at risk was Dick's own pride in his work ethic, and instead of just picking his battles and taking the punishment, he chose to prove a point-- which he DID NOT, at the time, have the capacity to prove, by the way!
Dick risked a lot getting himself court martialed! And though Malarkey speculated that Dick had arranged the NCO mutiny irl (as mentioned in Malarkey's book) we don't know that for sure, and in the show, it certainly wasn't framed that way! Think about the facts: 1) Dick cares about his men, but he's not delusional enough to think: 'oh, they'll risk their own court martialing to save my ass.' He's not entitled enough to expect that of them, either. Meaning Dick requested court martial without knowing if he'd win. 2) What REALLY is the harm of just spending those punishment days on base that Dick would have otherwise spent on base anyway, punishment or not? Literally, that whole scene was just Dick saying "well I was gonna do it, but I think you're being unfair, I don't want to do it now! even if awaiting trial by court martial means I most likely won't jump in Normandy and help protect the men I care about!"
TL;DR - Dick Winters went and chose court martial, without a back-up plan, simply because his pride was wounded.
It was, in hindsight, very stupid. Very brave, and definitely shows us the kind of man he is-- driven by principles and the very strong instinct of fairness and right from wrong-- but it was also very stupid. And risky. You are at WAR Dick, and sooner or later you will be leading your men into a blood bath! Now is not the time for silly ego games!
Think of it this way: he knew how incompetent Sobel was, he knew what would happen if Sobel were to eventually lead Easy, he knew removing himself via court martial meant leaving his men to the mercy of Sobel's mistakes, he KNEW that his trial by court martial would not be completed in time to jump into Normandy with Easy. Dick knew all that, he'd have to have known that, but he still sacrificed it all because he wanted to make a point.
When I think of Dick getting court martialled, my first instinct is to put my head in my hands and remind myself that not even the great Dick Winters is exempt from letting his ego get the best of him. I think a lot of people just miss that because it turned out ok in the end (i.e. Dick was reinstated out of mess + Sobel was sent away + Meehan was given Easy). But for a tense moment there, it very nearly didn't. What would have happened then?
Would fighting for his pride have been worth the lives of his men?
#ask#im not angry at you anon HAHAHAHA i just dont like how ppl constantly talk about dick being their angel bby who could do no wrong#oh he did several things wrong#that's the WHOLE POINT#the first 3 episodes are Easy in their military infancy#they are Young and Reckless and despite knowing what war is like they haven't properly lived it yet#so they think they can take these risks and still come out ok#they're still thinking about their pride. and dick isn't excluded from that narrative.#if episode 8 dick couldve met episode 1 dick he'd've given him a stern talking to#but anyway im not mad anon i promise#my tone is a lil snippy bc when i think about the court martial to much i wanna wring dick's neck#he's so damn lucky it turned out ok for them in the end#if anything that court martial is the NCOs' win. not dicks.#i feel like eugene roe shouting at dick: YOU'RE A GROWN UP. YOU OUGHTA KNOW.#yeah dick. you oughta fucking know. fucking HELL.#bob meta
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THE BOY IS MINE (POWDER'S VERSION)
delighted to be involved in @carolmunson's eddie challenge because when do i not want to write about the boy!
looping in @vvitchwords and @howdidyouallgetinmyroom for no pressure funsies, and you if you're reading this and want to do it. tag me!
cw: here you'll find eddie x fem!reader in almost an implied situationship... a little bit angsty, a little bit cosmic, a little bit meta. ambiguous ending! mentions of dick and horniness but no outright smut.
wc: 2k
“Ding dong.”
Hey, it’s you! Eddie grins under the flickering porchlight, crossing his arms as he leans against the door frame, paint chips falling.
“Howdy, little hobo.”
“Tch– what a deeply unflattering and libelous nickname. Can I come in?”
“I don't know, it’s been a while…” he says, smacking his tongue against his teeth, “How do I know you haven’t caught something?”
“Look, can we dispense with the cleverness and give me a ‘y’ or an ‘n’ here? I've had a day.” You prop up the brown grocery bag like an infant against the dip of your hip. “and I brought libations.”
“Booze?!” Eddie's mouth bounces around the ‘b’ and he ushers you inside with a flourish. “Well, why didn’t ya say so? M’lady, right this way…”
And he’s right, by the way. It'd been a while, just the two of you. He'd been here doing god knows what with god knows who and you’d been up the walls doing a whole lot of nothing. But coming back together, it always felt like putting on an old shoe. Comfortable, reliable, broken in. Eddie watches you breathe in a lungful of the Munson trailer’s fragrant air, top notes of stale cigarette smoke and Beefaroni sparkling alongside Eddie's dark eyes as he hops up on the counter. Barefoot, beatific, lovely as all hell.
You wag your finger in warning.
“Don’t get comfortable, chicken. I have a very romantic meal planned.”
“Oh, you do, do you?”
“Yeah!” you chirp, digging a bottle of horrible merlot out of the brown paper bag. Thunk. “I brought dessert…” followed by a tub of vanilla frosting. Thunk. “...followed by dessert.”
Eddie, from where he perches, tries to peer further into the bag. “Where's the rest of it?”
“There’s– what? that’s it.”
“Wine and frosting?”
“I cut to the chase,” you tell him, popping open the can and stepping into the living room, “Whose favourite part of the cupcake is the cake part? Get real.”
“You’re nothin’ if not pragmatic,” Eddie sighs wistfully, slipping back off the counter and casting a glance to the pile of dirty dishes in the sink. He swallows and tacks on, “and that is why I like you so bad.”
Eddie shuffles around the kitchen, looking around for appropriate receptacles with absolutely none in sight. Shouldn’t matter, right? But even after all this time, he’s still trying to impress you. even with how… low maintenance this thing between you is.
“I ran out of, like, nice cups. Is this okay?”
You stare at the novelty mug he’s holding out to you. Like, really stare at it.
“I'll bring you my ten dollar-est bottle of wine and you’re gonna make me drink out of the haunted bear chalice?”
That thing is really fucking awful. It’s shaped in a convincing enough impression of a teddy bear, but pockmarked like a peanut shell and staring at you with the milky, demonic eyes of an ancient evil. Where does Wayne find this shit?
“Well, I never know when you’re gonna show up so I never know when I oughta, like, polish the crystal!”
“You’re too busy polishing something else in my absence, I'm guessing.”
Eddie's eyelids lower, his brows quirk, his lips curl over all Don Juan-like. “What happens between me and my buffering rag is none of your business.”
“How come you get the Garfield one?” you poke, gesturing to the bright orange cat shaped thing in his opposite hand.
“Because it’s my trailer and it’s my party and I'll Garf if I want to.”
“What if I wanna Garf?”
“Tough break, sweetheart.”
“I'm the guest, I should be allowed to Garf.”
“Nope.”
“Please?”
“Nuh-uh!”
“Garf me!”
“If you don’t stop, we’re gonna have a problem,” Eddie says, all-mock glowery and stern. “Take your fugly little bear and pass the frosting.”
You brought red wine because you know how docile and touchy it makes him, and he knows that you know. Eddie relishes in it, that faint berry buzz staining his lips and the outer edges of his brain. He digs another fingerful of frosting out of the container and sucks it right down his gullet, so noisily that it makes you clear your throat. You look up from your end of the couch, from that notebook you’re always scribbling in. He wonders how you can even see, since the only real light source in the living room is from the television blaring Headbangers Ball.
“Oh shit. Am I distracting you?” he says, all mock-coquette, and sucks his finger right down to the hog’s head ring with an exaggerated slurp. “From your investigative journalism or whatever?”
You note something down, pointedly, and shove him in the thigh with your socked foot.
“Stop trying to seduce me. It’s not gonna work.”
“I'm sorry, Mrs. Robinson.” Eddie's voice is a smooth sing-song with some grumble under the surface, his bared, smiling teeth catching the light of the TV. Jeez.
“I'm writing the biography of some graceless idiot,” you prod a little further, scribbling on the page just to scribble.
Eddie hikes up in his seat, wine almost sloshing over Garfield's open cranium.
“I fucking knew it!” he cackles, jabbing a triumphant finger into your calf, “I'm your muse. I'm the reason for which your artistic heart beats. I’m your bottomless well of inspiration–”
“You have frosting on your nose.”
Eddie leans toward you, hand still on your leg. His tongue pokes out and swipes nowhere near his nose. “Did I get it?”
“No.”
Another attempt. “How ‘bout now?”
“Mm-mm.”
His dark eyes round out, pout very much pouting. He's a great pouter. That could be what you miss most about him, when you’re away.
“I think I need help,” Eddie whines.
You scoff, setting down the bear mug and the notebook on the ground.
“You’re fuckin’ relentless, you know that?”
With a couple of shuffles, you plant your thighs on either side of Eddie's lap and cup the back of his head. He's got a smug little look splashed across his face now, one that you know just how to wipe off. Your tongue licks a smidge of frosting from the tip of his characterful, unforgettable, rideable nose and Eddie's breath hitches. His hands, his fingers cuffed up in silver, dig into your thighs. Your faces, inches apart and his lashes falling as his hips ever-so-gently kick into yours.
“Shit,” he breathes, teeth pressing into his lower lip as his face tilts you-ward. “I’m at your mercy, you know that?”
You wind a couple of his curls around your fingers and Eddie presses his forehead to yours with a hum. He’s so sweet. so eager, even at the first touch. teasing his way into it but immediately losing the fight, already begging for more.
“You’re missing your show,” you inform him uselessly as his hands move up your thighs.
“Doesn’t matter,” Eddie tells you, with a hairline crack running through his voice, “It’s only fucking Mötley Crüe. I wanna run Vince Neil over with a ride on lawnmower. This is quelling my rage.”
You pull your head back a little and shake it. “You wait all week for The Ball, Eddie.”
“I wait—…” he nearly chases you as you move from him, neck going stiff. A grin masks the earnestness teeming out of him, but the wine has made it a little more obvious. He doesn’t want to come on too strong, but strong is all Eddie knows. “I wait all week for you.”
Your tongue clucks against your teeth and he kind of can’t stand that pitying way you’re looking at him, and it’s kind of all he ever wants to see again ever forever in his whole life ever.
“Baby,” you mumble, like it’s stupid, and he knows it.
Eddie’s slowly losing the last fuck he has to give. He chuckles, lightly, desperately.
“But I do!” he tells you, hands sure on your hips, “I do. I wrote you into a campaign this week, y’know—even though I knew you’d hate it.”
“Mm. Even though I told you not to.”
“Yeah, even though,” he shrugs, defiant. “She's great, though—she’s a creature of the fae that’ll bewitch you on sight. And she bends around the light, appearing and disappearing at will, but you can always kinda feel her there.”
“Like psoriasis.”
“Tchyeah. her flare ups are a bitch to handle.”
“Scabby and painful, just how you like your women.” You sit back a little. He registers.
“Aw. Don’t be like that. That’s not even—...” he runs a thumb along your cheek, more for him than for you. “She just needs some soothing and she’ll be okay.“
“Eddie,” you say, and your tone’s not dark, but it could be, “do me a favour. Don’t immortalise me.”
“Huh?” his brows knit.
“It's not good for you. It’s gonna make you think I'm something that I'm not.”
“But…”
“But but.”
“But what if that’s the only way I can get close to you?” Again, that facetious look on his face, that sardonic smile that’s masking everything except the spellbound look in his eyes. Dark stars dancing in his irises from the twilight of the TV. “And I really wanna be close to you?”
“Making up stories about me? Living in your own head?” It’s something he’s heard his whole life, but you phrase it soft. But he knows what you mean. “And you like that?”
“Fuck yeah,” Eddie insists. because it’s something worth protecting, actually. “Have you been outside lately? It sucks.”
You give a little. “Salient point.”
“Besides. You write about me, how is it any different?”
“Well, I write the facts. So I can remember you. You write fantasies, so you can enjoy me.”
Eddie shakes his shaggy haired head. you’re not winning this one.
“Sorry, smartass, but there’s no way you’re writing objective facts in there. It’’s all gonna be tainted from your point of view,” his clutch on you moves to your waist and he sits up a little straighter, “which, I don’t mind. I like your point of view.” A beat. “I like that you’re seeing me at all.”
“Oh. Eddie.” It’s not as if people don’t, it’s not as if… you know, he has nobody, but the way you dig him is special. The way you dice him up.
“God,” he groans, his forehead sinking into your chest, “How can someone make me so emotional and horny. Not right. Feels like a spy tactic. You workin’ for the opposition, trying to take me down?”
“Yeah, because you’re such hot patriotic property,” your hand pets at the crown of his head, “Who died and made you America's sweetheart?”
“This boner is a betrayal of my countrymen.”
“Try a couple of bars of the national anthem and maybe you’ll calm down.”
Eddie's head pulls back so he can look at you, trying to pull focus from the way his dick is straining in his flannel pants. But, tough shit, crapshoot. He wants to press you into this sofa and rut into you slow, feel the suction of you surrounding him.
“Why aren’t we doing this again?” he asks, bleary-kinda.
“Because you get too sad when I have to leave,” you say into his curls, “and sometimes I have to leave.”
“So why do you still come here?” and when he asks you this, he doesn’t feel sad. doesn’t feel a cold shock, an empty feeling like you’ve described before. Eddie just wants to know, now, while he’s in the warmth of you.
“Because… well… no one else is worth writing about right now.”
That's okay. It’ll do. He'll take what he can get from you, even if it isn’t everything. Because what he can get is great. you smile at each other, wineskinned and a little lopsided, and you ease yourself off to cuddle into his side while The Ball plays on.
“God, those pants really leave nothing to the imagination, do they?”
“What’s that?” Eddie or Vince Neil?
“I can see the full outline of your penis head.”
“And what a glorious sight, you ungrateful degenerate.”
“Never said it wasn’t. It’s a nice shape. But.”
You push a throw pillow into Eddie's lap and he hisses a little. “If you don’t stop…”
“You’re gonna hump that pillow and think of me?”
Eddie's brain staggers alongside the beat of Ride My Rocket by Pantera as it blares from the set, looking at you with a cocked open mouth. “Yes! Obviously!”
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In scruffy!verse, what did the reunion between reader and Jason look like after her kidnapping?
Jason's eyes narrowed, listening to the idiot who kidnapped you monologuing. What was it about Gotham that made everyone with an axe to grind think kidnapping one of you was going to solve their problems?
Though, at least you didn't look much worse for wear. A little blood at the corner of your mouth- probably from your cheek smashing into your teeth. A scrape on your arm that would need cleaned. You mostly looked annoyed. Under his mask, he grinned. He didn't doubt you already had your hands free and you were just waiting.
"Are you done?" you ask, "I'm running late." And when the guy turned, ready to slap you across the face you blocked it and stood so fast te chair toppled over.
"Bitch, I oughta-"
"Hey!" Jason cut in, dropping from the rafters, "That's no way to talk to a lady."
When he rounded on Jason instead it was a pathetically short fight. It was no wonder, he was all fury and no planning. It was a bigger mystery how he'd managed to snatch you out of a train station. But then, you weren't big on making a lot of dramatic show. You'd probably tripped the alarm to let them know you'd be late and called Jason on your one call because he'd find you faster and give you a ride.
"You got cab money?" he asked.
"Hello to you too," you huff, "We're you just gonna sit there and make me listen to all that. Honestly, Hood."
Jason grinned and tilted your face to look at the blood on your mouth, wiping the trickle away with his thumb, "C'mon. It's my birthday," he snorted. "I wanted to know if he at least had a good reason."
When you mock scowl at him he chuckled bitterly, "Looks like he only has a mean backhand for tied up little college girls, "Don't you, asshole." He turned and kicked him in the ribs before hauling him to his feet and hitting his commlink. "Oracle?"
"GCPD enroute," she answered, "Medical?"
"Nah," he snorted, "I think I can handle it. Tell Agent A we're gonna need some ice."
"I'm fine-"
"Yeah except for getting smacked in the face," he said, noting the swelling. "It's what happens when you're weapon of choice is your mouth." And when your lips part to say something snarky, and Dick barked a laugh only to be shushed by Bruce, Jason felt his face color.
"What that mouth do?" Steph asked, strolling in adjusting her gloves.
"Hurt feelings mostly," you answer, turning away from Jason.
You couldn't see his face, but you didn't need to. He was furious, even if he was joking with you. It was that way anytime men took a swing at women and kids. Even without seeing his face, you knew the intensity in his eyes. The concern. And all you wanted to do was hug him, bury your face in his chest. But you knew better.
He'd not let you do that- not for a long time.
"You good?" Steph asked, noting the scrape on your arm. And Jason hovering protectively, moving just slightly closer to you now that your back was to him.
"Fine," you sigh, "Just over it. Can I get out of here?"
"Hell yeah," Steph said, "Need a ride?"
"Probably a good idea. I'd hate to have to play damsel in distress twice in a day."
"Her ego just couldn't take it if she got kidnapped in an uber too."
"Who the fuck takes Uber in Gotham?"
"People who aren't from here, I think," Steph said looping her arm through yours to take you out to a waiting car.
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sunburn | fiddler on the roof
“We certainly do have quite the view, don’t we, Samantha?” Alex started.
“Oh, yes, we most certainly do, Alexander,” Sam said as Joey took off his pants and lay down on the grass down below, completely oblivious to the fact the two of them were right there right behind them. Zelda rubbed her hands together and licked her lips. Beyond them stood the San Francisco skyline against the incoming sunset.
“It’s not often I get to watch a sunset,” Alex said, “especially since I’ve been going more and more outside of California these day.”
“I mean…” Sam started as Zelda pinched her nipples and then put her lips around Joey’s exposed dick. “The ones in New York, for what they’re worth, do have the sunrise. But there’s just something about—” Joey let out a soft moan down below as Zelda worked him to where he was nice and wet along with her. “—the sunset over the California mountains as well as the ocean beyond here.”
“I totally get why people like to go to the beach and watch it there,” Alex was saying as Zelda licked her lips and stripped off her shorts. “What say you and I go and have a little fun down by the beach while the fireworks go up?”
“It’s only been about—” She paused for a second as Zelda climbed on top of Joey. “—five minutes, Alex. Can we at least wait until the moon comes out? I know the people who set off the fireworks do just that.” Zelda’s bare ass pushed itself up into the air down below so she could get herself comfortable.
“Is there a full moon tonight?” Alex asked.
“I don’t remember,” Sam confessed as Joey reached around to slap Zelda’s ass. “There might be.”
“Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Give it to me, baby!” Zelda’s Rhode Island accent echoed through the grassy canyon down below, to the point that the neighbors could potentially hear her. “Yes! That’s the spot! That’s it right there! Come on!”
“Do we have anything to drink?” Alex asked right then.
“Um, I brought fruit punch and some Kahlua,” Sam replied as she reached behind her for the little styrofoam cooler and the cups.
“Little play on a screwdriver, maybe?”
“Yippee-ki-yo-ki-yay, cowgirl!” Joey yelped.
“Yeah, it could be,” Sam said to him as she handed him his cup. “Call it a ‘tool’, perhaps.”
“I oughta fuck ya ‘til the morning light!” Joey bellowed. Sam poured Alex some punch, followed by the Kahlua.
“Do we have something to mix with?” Alex asked.
“Do it on me!” Joey followed up, out of breath. “Do it on me! Do it on me so good!”
“I’m not sure,” Sam admitted as she poured herself a cup of both.
“We could always swirl,” Alex suggested as he swirled his cup from the base.
“Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, god! OH GOD!” Zelda’s voice echoed once more. Sam swirled her cup as well, right as the sky painted itself that rich, deep orange of the sunset.
“Beautiful,” Alex breathed.
“Cheers,” Sam declared as she raised her cup to him.
“WOO!” Zelda shrieked as Alex finished out the toast. They drank in unison as Zelda came twice for Joey, and he shrieked like on one of Anthrax’s albums. Alex rested his cup in his lap.
“Speaking of fireworks,” he started.
“Hm?” Sam looked over at him.
“I think Savatage might have an opening,” he told her. “That’d be fun as hell.”
“Do what you can, Alex, babe,” she advised him.
#fanfic#fanfiction#one shot collection#one shot#sunburn#alex skolnick#testament fanfic#testament#testament band#joey belladonna#anthrax fanfic#anthrax#oc tag#fever in fever out#fever in fever out fanfic#smut and humor#also on ao3#writing#text
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shake n bake alabamia (bnha) s2e4-5 let's find out what a fucking cavalry battle is
yeah yeah 80% of the world is superheroes ever since the shiny nation attacked wtf is a cavalry battle I don't wanna google it I want you to tell me
-- reel 'em in with the melody (skipskipskip)
"I want you to tell them 'I am here!' mow it in the lawn if you have to!"
deku I think it might take a little more than luck to drag a hunk of metal with you a whole race and then figure out a way to use it to go really fast right at the end. people keep underselling themselves in this.
…these are some weird rules. also holy shit this looks unsafe with the headbands around the neck. are they actually supposed to carry each other? how the hell are they sposed to get the headbands?
-- "you'll get a red card for trying to make people fall over" ?????????????????????? I started this episode with one question and I keep getting more. also it's hard enough to get kids with quirks not to try to kill each other, how in fuck do you decide whether an "attack" is meant to get someone to fall?
dude. I know healing powers exist but still, why are they letting you smoke indoors, and right in people's faces no less
"how do you not know your own class's powers???" 'XD vegeta gonna vegeet
flying horse? not sure what other plan there is with uraraka tbh
-- well, it's not like this is that different from deku's plan with picking iida
-- (I keep trying to remember the gadgeteer girl's name from danganronpa 3 so I can call hatsume that but tbph maybe that's for the best anyway)
"I just need one more person" WHAT ARE THE RULES OF THIS GAME, THE DIAGRAM SHOWED THREE PEOPLE
-- dontbeminetadontbeminetadontbemineta
-- birdman, yesssssss, this oughta be cool (also it's not mineta thank fuck)
oh fuck, part of me wants to see todoroki win. it helps that iida is on his team (even tho I'm a little disappointed about this "I'm your rival now too" thing)
really, tsu? mineta? : /
that's literally one of the butler bot npc's from the paris map I stg (like granted it's not a complicated design but still)
"before we get deku, let's kill all these guys (who are literally just playing the hand they were dealt with half a brain)" easy there vegeets, you get red flags that way
-- I guess props to class A for figuring out, between them, how to set up a team that lets bakugo do whatever he wants; for sure, no team with him in it is going to last longer than it takes for him to fall off otherwise
"I shift Shoji into attack mode and attack your headbands directly!"
"team midoriya has nowhere left to go!" WHAT. ARE. THE. RULES. TO. THIS. GAME. is this fucking calvinball, or does every high school in japan play this and somehow it's never shown up in any other anime I've heard of, or what?
…we just did this. didn't we just do this last episode?
-- oh, cool. hell, I feel like they're trying to set up neito as a dick but I don't see much reason not to like him yet
neito gotta stop pushing them buttons or we're gonna need a backup planet
o_o dang, wasn't expecting iida to even have chips to put in
sigh "the difference between having goals you can plan for and just bloodymindedly grasping for the moon while answering everything but perfection with violence" so disappointingly american
I wasn't really reading too close when they explained how the points work, but it is pretty damn weird that there's a ten million point headband and (judging by the margins on the scoreboard) no others that even go up to ten thousand. damn near rowlingesque; hell, even the snitch could be overtaken (granted, only by somebody willingly throwing the game)
"Tokoyami!" "Kaminari!" "DEKUUUU!" "Bakugo!" Donkey!
"TIME UP!" bakugo faceplants 'XDDDDDD shouldn'ta got sidetracked, vegeet
…wait when did gamzee get here. did neito throw his points to him? was this a relay race pony express shell game thingy??? we still don't know what shinso's mOtHeRfUcKiNg quirk is yet
CONSOLATION POINTS TO GRIFFINPUFF. good show, birdman, good show
hm. interesting convos in next episode, I expect. officially learning some things about todoroki and endeavor. gonna have to be next time, unfortunately; 's late.
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It's Vicin' time!
The final form episode! It's comin' in hot! Burnin' like a son of a bitch! A certified Dad moment is within our grasp! Y'all know what time it is!
-Hiromicchi, my friend Hiromicchi!!!
-"Yeah, I kinda had to duck out of the plot for a long time... landed a role in the Ouran stage show. Sorry about your family issues, by the way. Life sucks. :("
-...my boys are really having this chat while soaking wet and naked jhlkkg
-"Hiromi! Hiromi! :D"
-Same, Love-chan.
-Ohhhhhhh, thank god, the civilian casualties have been minimized.
-You really kicked your ass into gear, Hiromicchi!
-Dom Toretto would be proud of your belief in your family, Yukimi.
-Damn, George's rage is palpable. ...I'm actually pretty proud of his progression from "Sinister Mad Scientist" to "Autistic man doing his damnedest to keep his shit together in spite of his friends' and all of humanity's lives being in danger."
-Ooooooh, there he is. Dad's comin' in hot.
-Rose Murder. ...Kyouji Murakami feels a shiver down his spine from his place in hell.
-"I will wake him up."
-I really like Akaishi's little glass earth thing.
-Sooooooooo, that's terrifying.
-Well, he's not exactly wrong about the "plaguing the cosmos" part. People idolize an elitist credit-stealing douchebag who thinks shooting cars into space is a reason to suck his dick.
-"Bro, are you sure about this? This is a terrible surge."
-"Weeeell... okay. I really fucked up."
-Man... I really feel for George.
-"Ah c'mon, I'm not gonna die! I'm gonna look cool for my son, for once."
-"We are just a normal family you'd see anywhere." ;;
-OH JESUS CHRIST THAT'S A LOUD ONE
-Yeah Buu-san, I feel that. ...or perhaps, Irabu oughta be more appropriate, now that I finished Vail Legacy.
-"Yeaaaaah, you're probably gonna die."
-Man...
-George Karizaki's really feeling it.
-I have a really poor relationship with my own father, but unlike George and Masumi, it is well and truly irreparable for reasons I have absolutely no interest in divulging to you. I want these two stupid, cruel men to make up and reach an understanding.
-Man... Genta's really about to put it all on the line.
-Oh look, it's Hikaru-kun. Epic.
-Yeeeeeeah,
-Zenryoku Zenkai! #HustleVice!
-Bitches be killin' it out there!
-Oh hey, Dai-chan!
-OH THAT'S RIGHT
-That Rex Deadman from the first episode was Hiromi's inner demon! I totally forgot about that!
-So, having no inner demon really DOES make you self-destructively overzealous...
-OHHHHHH SHIT KARIZAKI
-THAT'S HIS SON'S ROCK
-YOOOOOOOOOO
-H-hey, don't just leave Genta there!
-So, could these fights with Jeanne and Aguilera be considered a "date"?
-OHHHH SHIT VAIL
-So, Vail's interest in Genta is looking a lot less like an abuser-turned-stalker and more of one of self-preservation.
-Ohhhhh, he's misty.
-"Uhhhh... yeah, you guys have Sakura here, you got this! Vice and I will be right back, don't worry about it!"
-Ooooooooh, Dad's dyin'!
-Jesus Christ, this is horrifying.
-Hooooooly shit, Ikki smashed it with his bare hands.
-Damn... Ikki's family is truly what cares about more than anything else. Going the extra mile.
-OH SHIT IT'S FLYIN' TO GIFF
-Oh hey, Ptera Remix. Epic, I missed you.
-Oooh shit!
-Ooooooh, it's two magnet-y things!
-I am thou! Thou art I!
-Big Bang! Come On! Giffard Rex!
-LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
-Ouuuuugh, that's a spicy jingle.
-No one can stop us now!
-Let's waste these motherfuckers!
-YEAAAAAAAH
-OOOOOOOOOOOH A WHOLE SQUAD
-Gatakiriba Moment
-Yeah, this is awesome
-Let's stomp this bitch!
-Final Remix!
-Is that a ball? OHHHHH BECAUSE IKKI USED TO BE A SOCCER PLAYER OOOOOOOOUGH MY HEART
-Here it comes! The banger of a finisher!
-3!
-2!
-1!
-Hot damn! That was baller as fuck. ...no pun intended.
-Wait. Did we? Did we win!? We closed the big Giff Hole!
-Oh, of course not, we got several episodes left.
-Kagerou? Are you in there somewhere?
-"Maaaan, you're so serious, are you even our dad at this point."
-Aaaaaaaah, Papa's back!
-...y'know, I have a sneaking suspicion that Junpei Shiranami was always as goofy as Genta. It's just that Vail and Noah somehow shut his whole personality down.
-Uncle Buu-san :)
-If only Dai-chan were here...
-That's our whole stamp sheet! Done and dusted! Man... I'm gonna be really missing our Igarashi fam when Geats comes around.
-Weekend rise up!
-Man... I wonder why the Reiwa era keeps having its secondaries be played so hard. First was Fuwa being pinballed all around on all fronts by MetsubouJinrai, ZAIA, and even Aruto... then was Rintaro spending a whole 10 episodes with a massive inner struggle with an organization he views as his family... and now Dai-chan, slowly going sicko mode without Kagerou there to give him some much needed selfishness.
-I don't expect this thread to be resolved next episode, but I sure hope we see a major change at least.
#kamen rider revice#kamen rider#kr revice#revice spoilers#revive the vice: imprinted like stamps and fossils#HustleVice
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bit of a trikey drabble under the cut. i’ll probably write more but i kinda like what i’ve got so far
It had been a couple of weeks since Michael and Trevor fled Los Santos for the latter’s trailer in the middle of God-knows-where. Michael, who’d just returned to the trailer with food, had “gotten his ass handed to him” as Trevor would so delicately put it, at Rock, Paper, Scissors (though, in his defense, he didn’t know “Threaten your best friend with a shotgun” was a valid option.) So, he stood outside the half-rusted door cradling a grease-soaked bag of burgers and fries, his other hand occupied by a six-pack of Pisswasser. Patricia, who’d been doing her best to clean up Trevor’s yard (for what little it was worth), waved at him; he smiled in return. He shifted the bag of grease just so and opened the door to find Trevor lazily relaxing on the couch; he seemed preoccupied with something on the TV.
“I brought food,” Michael announced as he glanced over to the TV to find Trevor watching The Little Mermaid. “Why in the hell are you watching this?”
“I dunno,” Trevor shrugged. “Found it in a bargain bin and figured anything with a dick on the cover oughta be good.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Michael asked, a look of bewilderment plastered on his face. He paused before continuing: “I haven’t seen this since Tracey was like, eleven.”
“You let her watch this filth? God, you’re a horrible father. Here,” Trevor shoved the VHS case into his hands. “They thought they were being sneaky by hiding it in the castle, but that’s totally a cock.”
“Oh. Yeah. That’s definitely a dick,” he handed the case back. “Anyway, here’s your burger. Extra cheese and no fucking pickles, just how you like it. And I know you didn’t ask for fries, but I got you your own ‘cause if I didn’t you’d end up eating half of mine.”
Trev glared at him briefly before giving him the first genuine smile he’d seen from his friend in a long time. “Thanks, Mikey,” he paused. “I appreciate it. Really.”
Mikey, as T had so lovingly dubbed him, could only stare. “Who the hell are you and what have you done with my Trevor? He was here about fifteen minutes ago threatening to blow my head off.”
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He’s Back
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Kent didn't seem to know what to do with the crying werewolf on his front, but he patted his back until he settled down.
Nathan eventually pulled away and wiped his eyes. “I'm sorry… I don't know what came over me…”
Dax decided to come out and make his entrance. “I thought you said you were going to punch him.”
Kent’s entire demeanor changed and he was immediately on guard again, dipping to scoop up his rifle. “Who the fuck's that?”
Nathan stepped back and held a hand out to his partner. “This is Dax.”
“And who the fuck is Dax?” Kent said gruffly.
“I'm his boyfriend,” Dax said, walking over and taking Nathan's hand.
Kent huffed. “You really are one of those type, huh, Nate?”
“Nate?” Dax inquired.
“He calls me that to antagonise me,” Nathan sighed. “I've told him a hundred times it's just Nathan. And put your damn rifle down, Kent.”
Kent backed up to the porch to put his rifle down on the balcony. Then he just stood there and crossed his arms. “…So, did you have the kids?”
Nathan crossed his arms too. “What if I did?”
“Don't play games, dog breath. If I have children, I oughta know about it.”
Nathan placed his hands on his hips. “I had my kids, yes.”
“Where are they?” Kent demanded.
“They're back home being babysat,” Nathan answered.
Kent growled. “You came all the way out here and didn't even bring my fuckin’ kids?”
“Well, I had Dawson’s kids, but he's dead,” Nathan said shrugging.
“You damn mutt… You really want to go that way? You really want to say you had Dawson Grace's kids, the name that went down as the man executed for murdering four people?” Kent asked. “They're my fucking kids. I have a right to see them.”
“Why the fuck should I bring them to you?” Nathan asked. “You literally don't exist to them. They're fine without you.”
“So what, you've got this limp dick raisin’ my kids?” Kent growled, shoving a finger towards Dax.
Dax pushed out a hip. “Nathan was right. You really are an asshole.”
“Dax is there for me,” Nathan said. “He actually gives a shit. You've done nothing for me or my kids.”
“Yeah, as if I had a fuckin' choice!” Kent scrunched his nose. “Don't you think I would've wanted to be there?”
“You didn't even want me to have them!” Nathan said.
“Yeah, when I was convinced I was gonna fry!” Kent said. “I didn't want to leave kids on this Earth with a fucked up legacy like mine!”
“If you want to see my kids, you'll have to earn it!” Nathan stated. “You'll have to help me.”
“Like shit. I don't have to do shit for you,” Kent stated. “Look at what you did to my fucking face.” He jabbed a finger at his own long scar.
Nathan shook his head. “You'd be dead if it weren't for me.”
“How the fuck do you reckon that?” Kent growled.
“I told you APID could help you,” Nathan stated. “I told you my case workers would do something about your case, so long as you were really innocent. And they got this for you.” He motioned to the cottage. “Much better than that hell hole of a cave you had in the ravine.”
“I liked my cabin,” Kent said stubbornly. “And if you hadn't come along, I would've still been there, alone, without the black suits bothering me all the time.”
“But you'd still be a wanted man,” Nathan stated. “You'd get caught eventually and then the cover up wouldn't be a cover up. You'd be dead. But you're a free man now. They gave you a whole new life.”
Kent grit his teeth. “I never asked for it. I was survivin’ on my own.”
“Surviving's not necessarily living though,” Dax commented.
“No one asked you, Dix,” Kent snapped.
“It's Dax...”
“Don't fuckin' care.”
Nathan crossed his arms. “If you're going to keep being an asshole, we'll just leave and you'll never see your kids.”
“I don't even know they really exist,” Kent said. “You could just be lyin’ to me.”
“...Are you fucking kidding me?” Nathan grabbed Kent's shirt. “I wouldn't lie about the pain and labour I had to go through to bring those kids into this world. Is this a fucking lie?” He lifted his shirt, exposing his stretch marks and C-section scar. “Is this a fucking lie to you, Kent?”
Kent paused and placed his hand on Nathan's stomach, feeling the scars that webbed across his skin. “You really were fuckin’ pregnant, huh? Man like you...”
“Don't touch me!” Nathan pushed Kent's hand away and lowered his shirt. “I came here hoping you would help me. Do you think you could do that?”
“Remains to be seen,” Kent said. “Do you at least have pictures of my kids?”
“Yes, of course,” Nathan said.
Kent sighed. “What do you need help with?”
Nathan took a deep breath. “My transformation's started triggering during the day time, regardless of my wolf cycle,” he explained. “I become more of a half wolf, half man than the usual full wolf.”
Kent nodded. “Ah.”
“Does that ever happen to you?” Nathan asked.
“What, this?”
Kent immediately transformed, his height growing another foot, fur exploding out of his skin to cover him, bear ears and a big bear snout sprouting right out. The sheer added girth of him shredded his T-shirt and pushed Nathan back a step into Dax. They watched in shock and awe.
Kent raised his head and let out a big bellowing bear call, making birds scatter from the trees. Then as fast as he'd turned bear, he was back to human, still a big bastard, but all trace of bear gone.
“...You can control it?” Nathan asked once he found his thoughts.
“Damn straight. If you're turning midday, it means you've got some control too,” Kent said. “Reckon you haven't figured it out yet.”
“No, I haven't,” Nathan said. “Can you teach me to control it?”
“Can you bring my damn kids?” Kent asked.
Nathan nodded. “Next weekend.”
Kent sighed. He eyed the APID agent still standing at the van, now lighting a cigarette. “Tell the black suit to fuck off and then come inside the house.”
He waited at the door with Nathan, and Dax told their escort they’d be good on their own for now. Hanover got their overnight stuff out of the back before driving off.
Kent held the front door of his cottage open for Nathan but promptly closed it in Dax's face. Nathan opened the door up again to let Dax in. On the inside, the cottage was surprisingly clean and spacious, open to a kitchen and living room, two rooms off the living room and a ladder up to a loft above.
“Part of the deal is you stop acting like an asshole to Dax,” Nathan stated.
“It's alright, Nathan,” Dax said. “He's just being the possessive ex.”
“Ex?” Kent growled. “Are you fucked in the head? I'm not gay.”
“The closet is deep with this one,” Dax remarked. “Let me guess, your parents told you God would send you to hell for liking boys.”
“I don't believe in no fuckin' God,” Kent stated. “Where in the Bible did the bastard say ‘Thou shalt turn into a fuckin' bear and be hunted like a damn animal’? What fuckin' passage?”
“The book of Daniel has some stuff...” Nathan muttered as he started looking around and picking stuff up.
Dax blinked, turning to his boyfriend. “I didn't strike you as religious, Nathan.”
“I'm not,” Nathan said as he fiddled with a little whittled wood fox. “Well, not really... I was the one whose parents told me I'd go to hell for being gay. They shoved religion in my face all the time.”
“You never talked about this,” Dax said.
“I don't like to talk about it,” Nathan said placing the fox down and picking up an owl figure. “It really changed my relationship with religion.”
“Bunch of nonsense,” Kent stated. “Bible people really rub me the wrong way...”
“So if it's not religious, why are you so scared to acknowledge your latent homosexuality?” Dax asked, taking a look at the wood fox as well.
“There ain't nothin’ to acknowledge,” Kent said, taking the carving out of Dax's hands and putting it back on a shelf. “You can keep on as you are, I ain't gonna stop you. It just ain't natural, that's all. And it ain't me.”
“We're not here to get hate-crimed, Dax. Show him your pictures,” Nathan sighed, placing the owl down again. “You take more than I do.”
“Right, yes. One moment.” Dax pulled out his phone. “I made an album.”
“Album?” Kent frowned and narrowed his eyes. “On your phone?”
“Yeah, I don't think most people bother making them, but I like organising my memories,” Dax said before turning his phone towards Kent.
The bear man took up the phone and squinted at it. He looked at the image that showed Nathan in the hospital with the twins bundled up in his arms. Their faces however were obscured in the photo by angle and all the swaddling.
“Do you have a better one? I can't see them in this...” Kent huffed.
“Yeah, just swipe through. There's a bunch,” Dax said.
“Swipe?” Kent asked.
Nathan nudged Dax's arm. “He lived under a literal rock for the last twenty years. He doesn't understand smartphones.”
“Ohhh...”
“Shut up, I have one of your damn smartphones the black suits gave me,” Kent said.
“But do you know how to use it?” Nathan asked.
Kent wrinkled his nose. “Just show me how to see the damn photos.”
“You're going to have to learn to use it if you want contact,” Nathan said as Dax went to stand beside Kent and showed him how to swipe through the album.
Once he got the hang of it, Kent started swiping on his own. Dax had taken what seemed to be hundreds of photos and they went up in chronological order from the day of the twins' birth all the way to a photo of Korsgaard holding them at his house just before the couple left.
Kent didn't get that far, however. He was silent as he continued to look at each photo one by one. He would often pause at any photo that had both kids in it clearly and he would quickly skip over any picture with Dax in them. He was eventually transfixed on a photo of both kids holding hands while asleep on Nathan's chest.
“Oh, that's a good one,” Dax commented. “They both fell into a food coma. Nathan, as a cis man, doesn't produce a lot of milk, so it's very rare that they’re fully satisfied once he's dry.”
“Wait, what photo is that?” Nathan snatched up the phone. “Ugh, you had to pick one with my fucking tits out, what the fuck...”
“What are their names?” Kent asked.
Nathan sighed and picked a different picture before pointing to each child respectively. “Grace and Gabriel.”
Kent blinked. “Grace Grace?”
“Grace Cassidy, you selfish bastard,” Nathan said. “You really think I'd give them your surname?”
“Kids get the father's surname. It's how it works,” Kent said.
“Yeah, guess what? I'm their father,” Nathan stated.
“What do you mean? You're the mother. You gave birth to them,” Kent said.
“I... I literally don't have the patience right now to explain how wrong and insulting that is,” Nathan stated. “Not to mention, ‘Dawson Grace’ is dead, remember?”
“So, Grace and Gabriel Rivera,” Kent stated.
“I'm not changing my kids' names to their deadbeat dad's,” Nathan asserted. “Especially not a made up one.”
“It was my mother's maiden name,” Kent growled.
“Oh. Still.” Nathan shrugged and handed Dax back his phone. “Her name is Grace after my grandmother who raised me, not you.”
“And Gabriel?” Kent asked.
“I just like it,” Nathan said. “I might have trouble with religion, but I like biblical names.”
Kent rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Nate.”
“Stop.” Nathan balled his fist. “You saw the pictures. You better help me.”
Kent turned away and went to the kitchen. “Tomorrow. It's gettin’ late.”
“What? But wouldn't night time be better for the wolf and all that moon stuff?” Dax asked.
“Yeah, if you want to go berserk and rip an arm off,” Kent said. “Best time to practice is when the wolf is the weakest. High noon, middle of your off weeks. Do you know where you are in the moon phases?”
“Yeah, I keep track on my phone,” Nathan said.
“You can do that?” Kent asked.
“Yeah, there's an app for everything,” Nathan said.
“App?” Kent asked.
“Application,” Dax said. “Did you have a computer before going on the lam?”
“No, not really.”
“We're really at square one then, huh?” Dax sighed. “Well, I suppose we should call the agent to take us to our hotel.”
“You're staying here,” Kent said. “There's a bed in the loft.”
“No thanks, I like running water,” Nathan said.
“I'm not asking,” Kent said. “If those damn black suits take another step on my property, I'll start shootin’.”
“Incredibly illegal,” Nathan said. “Quick way to get your hunting license revoked. Not to mention, why do you need a hunting rifle? You're a literal bear.”
“Hunting as the bear's real messy,” Kent said. “Not to mention, I don't want to be hunted. I got a few scars from that...”
“Fair enough. Still not sleeping here,” Nathan said.
“I have plumbing and power,” Kent stated. “I'm not used to using it much but it's there.”
“But running water, though?” Dax asked.
Kent turned on the kitchen tap and it ran clear. “Spring water.”
“...Why do you want us to stay here so bad?” Nathan asked.
“It's not like that. I just don't need you wasting my time getting back here tomorrow,” Kent stated.
Nathan nudged Dax. “What do you think?”
“I think he's lonely,” Dax muttered.
Kent growled. “What?”
“Can we see the loft?” Nathan asked.
“Be my fuckin' guest.” Kent motioned to the ladder. “There's a mattress. Place was furnished when I got here.”
“You're actually thinking about this?” Dax asked as Nathan started to climb the ladder.
“Let's just see if it'll work for tonight,” Nathan said as he got up to the top. The mattress up in the loft looked to be of good quality, with fitted sheets, pillows and even a duvet folded up in the corner. “This is actually kind of nice...”
Dax frowned and climbed up after him. “...We already booked the hotel.”
“Call and see if we can cancel,” Nathan said. “Maybe it's just a fee.”
Dax sighed and leaned over the railing of the loft. “Is there a good foot path around here?”
“‘Round the lake,” Kent said. “Why?”
“If I can get a good run in tomorrow morning, maybe it'll be worth it...” Dax sat on the bed and crossed his legs. The loft roof was so low there that his head brushed the ceiling. “What's for dinner?”
Kent shrugged. “Venison.”
“Oh dear...”
“Correct.”
Nathan sighed. “Dax's vegetarian.”
“Then he can eat a tree,” Kent growled.
“Come on, you had a garden back in the valley. You must have some greens,” Nathan said.
Kent huffed and put his hands on his hips. “It's as cold as a witch's tit for too long up here. I'm working on it, but my garden's not even close to harvesting time.”
Dax collapsed onto the futon. “And I suppose Uber Eats is out of the question?”
“Uber what?”
“I'm going to starve.”
Kent checked his fridge. “Relax, you limp dick tree muncher. I went into town a couple days ago... I think I have some bread and butter... Oh, there's a jar of pickles and some mustard.”
“...Can you do something with that, Dax?” Nathan asked.
“There's plenty of berries I picked too,” Kent said. “I blend my own jams.”
Dax sighed. “I can probably work something out... Maybe I can make a smoothie tomorrow for breakfast...”
Nathan rubbed his shoulder. “When we have some time tomorrow, we'll get some food in town. For now, we can work with what's here.”
“Easy for you to say. You can eat venison.”
Kent, tall as he was, smacked the wood at the end of the loft floor. “Absolutely no fuckin' up there, got it?”
“With your ugly mug around?” Nathan huffed. “Wouldn't dream of it.”
“Hey, you're the one who busted it up in the first place,” Kent said.
“I added character, but I’m not the one who added that nasty mullet,” Nathan said.
“Fuck off... I’m going out for firewood.” Kent huffed and just walked off muttering ‘stupid dog’ under his breath as he put his hand through his hair.
Dax sat up and watched until Kent went outside and the door closed behind him. Dax then put his hand on Nathan's shoulder. “He's really into you, huh?”
“What?” Nathan shook his head. “He fucking hates me.”
“No, he really doesn't. This whole interaction he's been trying to separate us. You didn't even see how he looked at photos of you with the kids. I bet you if I taught him how to delete photos, he would've removed any of them with me in it.”
Nathan frowned. “You have nothing to worry about. He's not going to come out if that's true and I'm with you. I chose you.”
“I know that. I'm not threatened, I'm just, well you know, I'm nosier than I am tall,” Dax chuckled. “He’s kept his eyes on you from the very second he spotted you until the moment he went out that door. If he ever made eye contact with me, it was only a passing glare. He's almost like another Wano, to be quite honest. I'm half waiting for him to declare a dual for your hand...”
Nathan chuckled. “I don't think you have to worry about that. You're good.”
“I mean, if you think about it,” Dax said lying back in the bed. “I almost feel sorry for him. The last time you met, you were single. He's been alone out here for months probably thinking about you and the kids. Must've been a slap to the face when I showed up.”
Nathan patted Dax's leg. “If you're so obsessed with him, you can date him.”
Dax smiled. “I won't lie. He's a lot more handsome than I expected from your descriptions. Not to mention, when he transformed right in front of you, tearing his shirt off, and then when shrunk down he was just shirtless and ripped... Come on.”
“I’ll give you that. It was kinda hot...” Nathan admitted. “And pretty gay.”
“Right? How old is he, anyway?”
“Not sure.” Nathan thought about it. “He must've been in his twenties back when he was accused and it's been twenty years.”
“So, his forties. You like your men older, don't you Nate?” Dax teased.
Nathan frowned and lightly punched Dax's leg. “Shut up. Reid said the same damn thing... It's not true.”
“How old was Hugh?” Dax asked. “You said he had grey hair.”
“Shut up!”
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I'm still obsessed with that Wincest scenario you came up, based on Coast to Coast, with one brother behind bars and the other free (esp if the one locked up is Sam? Wow)
babe thank you sm...🖤✨✨ honestly the concept is super intriguing to me, too — I love when they’re forced to interact with others independently from each other, I love how weird they are. Honestly, with that concept you could go serial killer AU (which was my first thought, very delicious), or just regular them? Weirdos. Either way, I hope you don’t mind that I’ll take this as an opportunity to, you know —
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When you work at a prison, you see all kinds of shit going down during visitor's hours — break ups, reunions, first dates. Tears, laughter, fits of violent rage. You see a lot, you get used to it. And honestly, this here would be endearing.
Would be, if they weren't so fucking odd about it.
It's been about a month now, and the guy's been — difficult. Not like he's out to pick fights, no. Not him. He spends most of his time quietly doing a task or other, always silently busy with something. At this point, they’ve given up on trying to figure out what exactly he's been doing and how he keeps getting his hands on all these tasks and duties, but there's basically not a moment in time when the man isn't doing something. Silently, keeping to himself. But he's pretty, alright? He's got the tan, the handsome face, the trim waist. Guy like him at a place like this — well. So they, the guards, they kinda watch him, watch the way the others watch him. Placing nonverbal bets. Except —
Except, five days in he breaks Trooper's jaw, dislocates Anderson's shoulder and smashes Big Tiger's nose to bits. It's a fucking mess, blood on the floor, shoes slipping on wet tiles, men howling and stumbling, tripping over each other, and the guy at the centre of the storm, tall, pretty, dripping blood. Self-Defense, arguably. Definitely, actually, and by the looks of it, he could’ve done a lot worse but chose not to. So yeah. He's difficult.
It's been about a month now and the other men usually avoid him, let him be pretty and silent in peace. He doesn’t seem too bothered by it, though. Doesn’t try to rise through the ranks despite the fact that he proved he could, easily. Doesn’t open his mouth for more than two words at a time, in fact, letting attempts at conversation slip and drop from him like rain from a lotus flower. Except for Tuesday afternoons, that is. Visiting hours.
Because every Tuesday, 3pm on the dot, the brother will come in. Drop dead gorgeous, tall, summer-sweet ease in every move. Show stopper, that one. He'll sit down, hands folded on the tabletop, shoulders back. Right across from the glass where the guy waits, mirror image. He’ll sit down and open his mouth.
"Look at you," he'll say. "Fuck, I'm sorry, man. This is my fault, isn't it?" That's the usual, of course. Except this guy's pretty like a doll and just as cool, saying the words with the conviction of someone reciting a poem. One could think he’s doing it for an audience, except his eyes don’t seem to register anything in the room that’s not the other guy, hands folded on the tabletop, shoulders back.
"Fuck, baby, 's all my fault, huh?" Face cut from marble. "Let you play with those guns, they always say that oughta mess a kid up in the head. But how are we supposed to know, right? Hell, you never had anyone to teach you good and proper, just me.” Absent father, vet who brought guns and a history of violence into the family, then left. Tragic story, but one has to wonder how it only ever affected just one of them. And for all of those expressions of guilt, the brother is perfectly innocent. Never hurt a fly, apparently, which is at odds with what the judge had to say about the tall one, at odds with what he’s not quite saying now.
“Shoulda known, baby boy." And that's - it's a bit weird. Baby boy, Handsome, Sugar. He says Princess, once, and the other one cracks a smile. Exhales through his nose, flicks his head to the side and the corner of his mouth twitches. Not a word from him, but the brother's pink around the ears, sniffs. "Ah, Sammy, don't gimme that look. Make a guy blush." He doesn't call him Princess again.
"Was it the fuckin' shit you been taking? Break my heart, why don’t you? You said you were clean." - "Clean? Nah, not me." They stare at each other like it's a joke, except no one's laughing. And of course he was tested, right when he came in. The kid hasn't touched pills, syringes, powders in months.
"I'm glad they caught you, man. You were scaring me, baby boy, with the guns and the silver and the chanting at night. They'll fix you right up, I promise. Send you out as a changed man, do a better job of that than I ever could." And he never mentioned that in court, it kinda contradicts some of the other shit he’s reciting, but no one knows what it means. Chanting. The guy sits on his bed at night, sometimes, staring at thin air, a shadow in the dark with glittering eyes, but no one's been smooth enough to sneak a glance at his lips to check if he's whispering.
"Sugar, I shoulda done better by you. You're my baby boy, I shoulda seen it. Always too smart for your own good, baby, too sharp. Shoulda kept you on a tighter leash, kept you closer. Kept you away from those bad influences. Fuck, not like I don't know you like to put your dick where it doesn't belong. Call that nature and nurture, huh?" That’s — yeah, that’s another thing that doesn’t make sense. The guy worked alone, not a trace of any kind of influence to be found. No one but the brother, who’s got a spotless white vest, who’s doing nothing but prove his sorrow, two hours at a time.
And then visitor's hours are over and they get up simultaneously, mirror images, and turn to leave. Neither of them says a word of goodbye, never. As if it’s self-evident that next Tuesday, they’ll be back on opposite sides of that glass, hands folded on the table top, shoulders back. And they are, again and again and again, until one day, neither of them shows up.
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("Next time," Sam says as he balls up his third wet wipe and drops it into the little trash bag with the others, tinted pink and smelling of iron, "you go in. The food fucking sucked."
"Aw, baby," Dean purrs, "I'll make it up to you. Besides - you look cute in apricot. Your colour, I say."
"Fuck off." Sam shakes his head, but the corner of his mouth is twitching into a smile and he melts into familiar leather seats. Hot with adrenaline, smoke in his hair and sweat shimmering on his cheeks, his temples.
Dean takes his eyes off the road to stare at him, his gaze heavy and greedy, like they haven’t seen each other in months. "So, you make any new friends?" Sam hums, drops his head back, undoes the zipper of his jumpsuit. Rolls his eyes, too, not that Dean would notice. “Yeah, lots.” Dean clicks his tongue, hums, deep and dirty in his throat. “That’s my boy.”)
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Gotta be all that coco, ayy?
Playin' too much of that GTA
Playin' too much of that Dr. Dre
Doom, Quake, where'd you get the gun from, eh?
Really think that metal gonna make you safe?
Playing peek-a-boo with the devil these days
Black cap back with a trench coat, ayy
Living in the valley cuttin' porno tapes
#clown boys#drabble#wincest#I was tempted to make this a fic concept so I’m honestly so grateful for this ask so I was forced to actually get it out of my system ♥️tysm#the self restraint it took to end this though. could’ve gone on and on honestly. Dean retelling their messy childhood as an inside joke?#delicious.#also I LOVE LOVE LOVE when Sam’s allowed to throw hands :’) boy baby boy
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Knuckle Dusters (HBO SPN)
explicit wincest, tattoos, smoking, bottom dean
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inspired by and dedicated to all you wonderful people sharing your hbo headcanons
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Dean strolled out to the porch of the old cabin. Shook a Morley from the pack on the windowsill. He scanned the woods, digging in his pocket for his Zippo, wincing at the sting. He flick-clicked, lit up his smoke and leaned both forearms on the railing, studied the mojo Sam had just tattooed on his hands.
Scabby, shiny with the ointment Sammy had rubbed on to keep them from blowing out, eight sigils. Enochian. Symbols for blood and brotherhood and… Dean didn’t know. One on each finger, between his second and third knuckles.
“You’re not gonna be defenseless the next time Cas tries a beatdown,” Sam had said, mixing ash and blood and something Dean didn’t dare ask about into the ink. “They’ll be like knuckle dusters, and they’ll work on demons too.”
He took a deep drag. Puffed his cheeks on the exhale, too breezy for smoke rings. Trees rustled, frogs croaked, and katy-dids raised all kinds of racket. Dean turned his arms, looked over his growing gallery. He’d racked up a few witchy tatts since Sam took up with that demon whore. She was lying come-rag bitch but she knew useful shit. Kind of a shame he’d killed her so quick. Real shame he’d only got to kill her once.
He ran his finger over faded Roman numerals: May 2, 1983; July 19, 2006.
Lines from the Rituale wound in a ribbon toward his left wrist.
te rogamus, audi nos
Nice thought, if he could trust whoever was listening.
contremisce et effuge
That he could stand behind.
Creaking floor boards, slamming screen door, Dean nodded back over his shoulder and puffed his smoke. Offered Sam a drag but Sam passed.
“How’s it feel?” Sam asked.
“I’ve been to Hell, man, it’s fine.”
Sam moved up behind him, slid forward and wrapped Dean in his arms. “No, I meant… do you feel it?”
“I can feel that boner back there.” Dean himself had been half-mast ever since Sam got the needle in him. He squirmed his ass back and Sam chuckled. Started on Dean’s belt and tugged him backwards. Dean went along, shuffled his feet. Held onto the porch rail and his cigarette. Sam pulled his pants down; Dean arched. Sam’s knees thumped the floorboards behind him.
“Fuck yeah.” Dean sighed a cone of smoke towards the sky as Sam dove in. Wagged his tongue and licked in circles, put his back into it. Dean swayed, laid his forehead on his arms and shut his eyes. Shut it all out besides Sam’s marks aching on his fingers and Sam’s tongue digging in his ass. Spit-fucking, two days’ shadow scouring between his cheeks. Sam ate him wet and loose enough to get a finger in. Stretching, hooking, and screwing in him. Set him on fire.
Sam slapped his ass and pulled out rough. Dean jumped. Ash column fell off his burned-down smoke, singed the back of his hand. He flicked the filter to the driveway where it rolled and smoldered. Sam stood up. Came back slicker. Slid two fingers in Dean’s ass and felt around until his thighs shook and his dick leaked. He banged his fist on the rail. Wave after wave threatened to take his knees. Sam lit him up, wiggled in him, dragged thick fingers in and out.
Then Sam was pressing on the small of his back, and Dean breathed, and Sam’s cock blistered in him, not stretched enough, not wet enough. Dean squirmed against the sting and sucked Sam deeper. He groaned through his teeth when Sam pulled out, just the head inside, trickled cool lube on Dean’s split hole.
Hissing. “Shit, Sammy—”
Shoved in. Seized Dean’s hips and seesawed, knocked his teeth together. He gripped the porch rail and fucked back. Sam blanketed him. Covered Dean’s hands with his and Dean couldn’t help looking down at Sam’s companion ink, from the Rituale:
Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine.
Lord, free us from the devil’s snares.
Wasn’t that a fuckin’ joke?
Dean moved with Sam, moved against him until their rhythm started breaking down. Sam gave him a hand, heat and pleasure built. Obliterated him. Friction, sweat, and cuss words. Slapping skin. Sam yelled, Dean yelled. Knees went out, and Sam was all that stopped Dean from dropping cold. He shot all over his shirt, Sam’s hand, the chipped-painted floor. Got ahold of himself enough to milk Sam’s dick once before it slid out. Sam’s head laid heavy between Dean’s shoulder blades. Breath came fast and shallow. Come dribbled down Dean’s thighs. He eased them to their knees. Let Sam hang on him, arms hooked tight around him and spent cock rubbing up his back. He shivered as he petted Sam’s hand.
“Christ, man, whatever’s got into you today, we oughta get more of it.” He turned his head and nipped his brother’s jaw.
Sam dragged them down to a seated position, Dean between his legs. Damn floor was cold on Dean’s bare, wet butt. Sam lifted Dean’s hands and inspected his work.
“We should look for demon omens, huh?” Dean suggested. “Take these babies for a test drive.”
Sam thumbed Dean’s knuckles, kept clear of the fresh ink. “Let’s let them heal for a couple of weeks.”
“Couple of weeks?” Dean protested.
Sam squeezed Dean between his thighs. Belt and zipper jabbed Dean’s lower back. “Don’t worry.” Sam nipped his ear. Mumbled, “I can keep you plenty occupied.”
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#hbo wincest#wincest#wincest fic#sam/dean#samxdean#bottom dean#laughable writes#there is no plot here kids#yet again
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NPCs about Seeds
Full script of Far Cry 5 (except cutscenes)
* What were those Seed brothers like? Can't imagine there's anything like a healthy sibling rivalry going on there.
* John's the baby of the Seed family. His brothers turn a blind eye to his more sadistic indulgences.
* Joseph and John show why it's hard to have a family business. Money and blood mix weird. Even when you're not tryin' to be a messiah.
* When you escaped the bunker... John didn't say it... but you could see it in his face. Failure. Things got worse from there... Like he was trying to make up for something. Prove to his brother he could...
* Kim and I used to throw these weekend BBs. Open invite. All you had to do was bring something. If you can believe it, the whole Seed family came once. They brang watery mac and cheese. I shoulda knew they were monsters when they did that.
* John's on edge 'cause his brother-Father is getting' cranky. What a fucked up sibling relationship those two got.
* Maybe John will go crying to his "father". I wanna see Joseph give John a spanking.
* Joseph's pissed the hell off. I hear John's sweating like a piggy.
* Word's out - Joseph's had it with John. That little punk is backed into a corner now.
* Good thing for us John and Jacob haven't sorted out their brotherly nonsense. I mean if we're lucky, they'll just take each other down. If not, well, I'm going to keep some grenades around with John's name on 'em, eh? It's comin' to a head man.
* Says somethin' that Joseph didn't save his brother. Family really doesn't mean shit to these people.
* Wonder what Daddy Seed is feelin' right now. Oh. Shit. What if he WANTED John dead? Fuck man, I can't think about the big game. We did it here. We kicked ass. That's gotta matter. Okay that’s what I'm telling myself. Yeah, that’s it.
* I'm just sayin': If I was Joseph and I had the ability to see into future occurrences, I woulda warned my boy John that he was gon' get murdered... and made some good bets.
* I'm sure it's only a matter of time before Joseph tries to spin John's death to his own advantage.
* John Seed never had the Father's full confidence, what I heard. But the Joseph loves little sister Faith, and gave her everything her twisted heart desired.
* Jacob always tried to look out for his little brother. Imagine what he's gonna do when he finds out you killed him.
* John was always the runt of the Seed family. I'm not surprised that you were able to get him. But I gotta warn you, Jacob's a whole lot meaner than his little brother.
* Joseph adopted Faith into their family. She's going to be madder'n a wet hen that you killed her brother John.
* John liked to throw his weight around, tryin' to prove how strong he was. Jacob knows he's strong. His actions are more controlled, and he's a lot scarier for it. John was always super emotional, but Jacob's buttons won't be so easy to push.
* All this could have been avoided if only a mid-level cable channel gave the Seed family the reality show they deserved.
* You know, if any of these Seeds ran for office, they'd win in a landslide. Mind control charisma just oozes off of them.
* Come to think of it, the Seeds work just like a political office. You got Joseph, the mayor, and John, Jacob and Faith as his city councilors. It's no wonder they forced me and my people out of office - they already knew how to play the game!
* Each of the Seeds has their own bunker. They call them “Gates”.
* Know how I sniffed out Eden's Gate's bullshit early on? Only the Seeds were allowed to be angry, everybody else had to be calm--even though we all had our asses in that church because we were mad at the same shit too. But now everybody gets to be angry, 'cause it's a weapon pointin' where the Seeds want it. Protect the project. Transparent motherfuckers.
John
Resistance
* John's always been obsessed with the people in Fall's End. And with Mary May in particular.
* Deep down, I think John wants to die. That man has scars that run deep.
* John's got a particular ritual he sticks to. You get marked with a video, then you get dunked in the water. When John wants you found, he doesn't stop. Ever.
* Nowadays, if you're caught huntin’, John Seed'll have ya' killed.
* John's got people getting baptized all across the valley. In rivers, creeks, hell, even in puddles.
* John scrawls a fucking tattoo on your chest, then flays you the fuck alive. He nails it to a wall.
* If the peggies wanted a heap of food, why didn't they drive a ways to the wholesale club and take that over? Everythin' would be canned and ready for them instead of still in the ground. You can tell John Seed never had to raise a kid.
* The cult takes people and then sorts out where they go. Whoever John doesn't keep, he sends to Jacob. Or Faith.
* John really puts the dick in dictator. The fucker just loves calling and leaving answering machine messages, too.
* John's always wearing a key around his neck. He calls it the key to paradise. I don't wanna know what it unlocks.
* I'm pretty sure the family that used to own this farm is long gone. John Seed made an offer. They refused. That's that.
* This fertilizer company was bought by John Seed a long time ago. They ran it as a legit business.
* This one guy, Les Doverspike. House is northwest. He thought he could prepare for everything... Din't count on... JOHN SEED'S LAWYERING SUPER POWERS! In the blink of an eye, Eden's Gate owned Les' land, bunker, arm, leg, dingleberries, ....EVERYTHING!
* I've heard some pretty brutal stories about what happens when John wants you to confess.
* The peggies had to have planned all this way ahead of time - they're harvestin' at record speed. I guess they had little meetings... John probably hunkered over his map gettin' a hard-on for the sound of his own voice. Hm... now there's a thought...
* The thing that always bugs me about John Seed is, who goes to a lawyer that’s tatted up more than a gangbanger?
* You're attractin' a lot of attention, especially from John Seed. John's paying special attention to you.
* John wants you real bad. Have you considered maybe he's in some kinda love with you? He oughta killed you like two or three times already but he's playin' cat and mouse. Just sayin', if you find yourself alone with him maybe a good long somethin-or-other could save our necks.
* Man, that John, he sure does have a hard on for you. So I'm thinking, you guys should probably just fuck and uh get it over with.
* I bet you John gives the best spankin's. Sorry I know that's messed up. What can I say, he brings it outta me. I'm just sayin' maybe we don't kill John is all. Seems a waste of a perfectly good set of buns.
* Before you, John never lost his cool. You're driving John literally crazy.
* I drank with Joey Hudson back in the day. She doesn't take shit from anyone. John's gonna eat her alive.
* I know how these things go, man. Deputy, you better keep skeleton keys and wire cutters and a swiss army knife and anythin' that'll get you outta a hogtie on you at all times, because John is gonna truss you up like a dinner turkey real soon.
* Always thought there was somethin' kinda twisted about John.
* John the Baptist is an amoral predator, end of story.
* John Seed's not gettin' what he wants, so he's pitchin' a fit.
* Keep an ear out for John's fucken' plane. He loves buzzin' around in that hunk of shit.
* I've known men like John Seed before. Real charismatic. They'll sell ya poison and convince ya it's a health tonic. He'd fit in real nice in Washington...
* I had one conversation with John Seed and I knew! I knew... He masks his words as guidance, but deep down there is a selfishness that could only come from pure evil.
* John Seed's a piece of shit. When news spread that I was expecting, that scumbag spread rumors that HE was the biological father of my baby. I don't know if he was trying to create a wedge between me and Nick or if he was just doing it to laugh at us.
* I hear John Seed was a lawyer or something. Used the rules to buy up stuff in the Holland Valley. The cult must have been running damage control already, because think of what a story that'd make. Unless we're already all tapped out of giving a fuck about the shitty economy and its parasites. Huh. Yeah. He's same old, actually. Same fucking old.
* I remember the first time John Seed set foot in this bar. I'm wiping down counters and Ma's countin' the till when I hear her bark, 'What the fuck do you want?' I look up and he's standin' in the doorway. Eyein' me like I'm a meal. Some people 'round here said give the Seed's a chance. I knew they were bad news from the start.
* Eden's Gate took this town right from under us. They started buying up all the land, forcing business to shut down and foreclosing on homes.... My parents and me fought back, but John wanted this bar. Told 'em he'd have to pry it from our cold dead hands. So, the cult paid off the county and made it illegal to transport alcohol. We fought back with lawyers, but those leeches bled us dry, too.
* Whenever there's a neighbor in need, everybody around here pitches in. A couple days after we told some people I was pregnant, we got all this secondhand baby shit from everybody. John Seed stole all of it the next day.
* Heard Pastor Jerome had you saving people from being kidnapped. John Seed did that to me. The fucker made me think he was going to torture me, too. Had me wait in a room for half a day thinking he was going to do it. All that fucker did was give me one of those ink jobs. It was messed up.
* John Seed is just a man. He seeks glory and riches. He immersed himself in a sea of self-aggrandizement. He pounds pulpits. He professes principals he neither believes nor practices. He stokes fear. But he is just a man.
* Before you came along, John Seed kidnapped me. He has his way of getting a person to say things. It's not about my words. It's about what's in his head. When he was done, I was beaten, toed in the woods, and left to die.
* A long time ago, in peaceful times, I asked John Seed what was driving him. He gave me so many answers. All of them lies.
* John Seed is a cruel soul who can't be reasoned with. He enjoys making people suffer.
* John and the Peggies are taking everything and everyone that ain't nailed down. Even then they just come with crowbars.
* After you're marked for baptism and dunked in the fucking river, John drags you to his bunker. God save us from whatever he does in there.
* There must be a reason John almost drowns people in the baptisms. It's a power play but there's more to it.
* If John really wanted to, he could wipe Fall's End off the map. He's toying with the people there, like a sadistic cat.
* John's got a singular mind. Dug up from a serial killer's grave, but still, singular.
* There's something really wrong with John. I don't have a name for it but you can see it in that creepy smile of his.
* When I first saw him on the cult's videos, John seemed pretty harmless. But when I met him in person, he made the hairs on my neck stand up.
* John bought up all the businesses 'round here and promised us jobs but the only people who got work were cultists.
* When John asks you for somethin', he's not really askin'. He'll get what he wants from you one way or another.
* John wants us all to say yes, but I think he actually really likes it when they say no. Gives him an excuse to get mean.
* Anyone who doesn't confess to John gets killed and put on display as a warning to others. It's inhuman.
* John doesn't just mark people with a sin, but their houses too. You can see his calling cards all over the valley.
* I got a package from John Seed the other day. // What was inside it? // A note that said I was favored and that if I admitted to my sin, I'd be cleansed.
* What does John Seed do exactly...? // He messes with your head. Asks you questions. Makes you say shit you don't want to be saying. I... I really don't want to talk about it.
* John was right, we all do have one sin that tends to run our life. In a weird way maybe he did give us a second chance.
* My old house was a piece of shit. It would creak at night, so bad I thought for sure some boogie man was coming to get me every night growing up. // Heh, aw, that's cute. // Yeah. John gutted and burned it to a crisp last week.
* Okay, I need to lighten the mood. This is unbearable. // Oh Lord. // John Seed is so uptight, he takes a ruler to bed to see how long he sleeps. // I'm not in the mood. // John Seed is so uptight, he fell down a coal shaft and found a diamond in his ass a week later. // Okay that's pretty good.
* You seen that John guy? Most aggressive grin I ever seen on a human being. Like a chimpanzee before it bites ya. // God what a creep. // I hate to think what kinda life he's come from. // Who gives a shit? He's evil. // What makes a guy that evil though? // It doesn't matter. There are loads of people out there with troubled pasts but they manage not to run an apocalypse murder cult.
* Not like John was the peak of sanity before, but he's going straight up coo-coo bananas with all you're doin'.
* Sounds like Broseph's mad! Ouuuu, family probs! John's like that little brother who gets held down and farted on, and then curls into a ball and cries.
* One thing about John -- the more you ruffle his feathers, the angrier he gets. He can't deal with embarrassment; being made to look bad. He'll start sending out search parties to grab people like us, so we gotta stay frosty.
* John's lustin' for a dogfight with you, huh. I bet that kid jerked it to Top Gun or something and now it's the only way he can get a stiffie, is in a dogfight. If you have to kick the bucket I hope that's one of your last thoughts, its a good one.
* John's playin' a strange game with you. Dunno what's worse, that sometimes he seems to want you dead, or sometimes he seems to want you alive.
* John's no better than his brother's dog, and we all know what needs doin' to a mad dog.
* John's huntin' you like an animal. He catches you, you're probably gonna join his other trophies on his wall.
* Hey dep, I just wanna say I'm sorry, I heard John's got a partner of yours It's gotta be scary, you know. Probably heard about how John cuts people up and knows all these pressure points and can make you feel pain beyond anything you ever imagined. Anyways don't think about that. I'm sure... I'm sure she's fine. She'll be alright.
* Was John dead behind the eyes when you met him? It's not my imagination, there's no soul back there.
* I heard there's no spare key for the bunker prison. Just one for John. Control freak.
* John Seed, what a fuckin' self-absorbed dick, huh? You just KNOW he jerks off in the mirror, and marvels at his fuckin' facial expressions.
* That's John Seed's Ranch. I heard he loved hiding in that castle of his.
* John had this place built just for him. Even got a hangar for his fucken' planes.
* Look at this place. John's got the worst case of younger sibling syndrome I ever seen.
* John's such a neat freak, it's inhuman.
* Ugh. John Seed's temple to himself. Fucker's got a tennis court. I ain't never seen anybody play. Just another way he's a hypocrite.
* I know everyone's got a bunker out here, but John's is ridiculous.
* John's taste in home decor is... awful.
* John's been stealin' the planes from all over the Valley. He keeps the best ones at the airstrip next to his ranch.
* Of all the Seeds, I think I understood John the least. Inferiority complex, maybe? But he was a lawyer, he could have gone out and, I don't know, been a Wall Street megalomaniac. I guess economic murder isn't as satisfying as direct murder.
* John made tattoos look real bad man, I'm glad he's six feet under. You gotta respect the ink. He didn't even learn a proper letterin' or font techniques or nothing, man. No way I'd have even trusted him to touch up my tramp stamp.
* With John gone, Jacob will have a harder time building up his army. But he's already got a strong force at the ready.
Peggies
* John Seed's a funny guy. But not 'ha-ha' funny.
* Dang, John's bunker is so luxurious. There's parts of this bunker that only John can access.
* Deputy Hudson is one of John's "special projects". Every time John leaves here, he's got a big smile on his face.
* John's got the only key to the deeper parts of the bunker. We really oughtta make a copy of John's key. What if he loses it?
* John knows the human heart. He's been through a lot. It's why I trust him.
* I wonder if John's place will survive the Collapse?
* I could get in trouble for saying this, but it smells funny in John's house.
* Haven't seen John here in a long time. He's super busy.
* I knew John loved planes, but I didn't know he also loved boats. I bet John's boat costs more than my old house.
* I've never seen Brother John on a boat, but I know he likes to get wet.
* You think John fishes?
* We need to keep this place tidy. You know how John gets with his baptisms.
* Bet we're guardin' John's unreleased films.
* I hope Brother John takes me for a plane ride someday.
* John keeps all of his favorite things stashed in the hangar.
* John wants the word Yes plastered all over this place. Gotta attract new brothers and sisters.
* Taking this scrap metal is good forward thinking. John's left nothing to chance. He's a smart man.
* Bet John'll be a king after the collapse.
* If you're marked, John believes you can be saved. I didn't want to admit my sin at first, but John showed me how to accept it gracefully.
* Feels weird turning those people into Angels. I mean, they worked in the store here with us. They cooperated. // Sure, they cooperated. But they were still sinners. There's no going back at a certain point, you know? John said that this was the only way to save them.
* I know it's John's will, but...I don't like killing dogs.
* John's made catchin' that deputy our top priority. Wonder why John wants the deputy alive.
* That deputy's fixin' to get taken into John's special room.
* John's relentless, that deputy don't stand a chance.
* John's gettin' awful mad. I pity anyone who has to deal with him face to face.
* I don't know what's goin' on in John's head, but it's embarrassing.
* I thought John had control of things, but lately it feels like he's got no idea what he's doin'.
* John's got that look in his eye, I almost feel bad for the people of Fall's End.
* John will make everyone atone, even if it kills him.
* John was right, they never saw us comin'.
* John's so smart. Burnin' what we can't take, so people know they need us, spirit and body.
* Last I heard from John, he was real angry. Never knew he had that amount of righteous wrath in him.
* Pray you never see John lose his cool. // He never does. // He has though. Some sinner a while back had words with 'im. I couldn't hear exactly, but I heard 'em say the Father's name - I never seen John go so red so fast. // What'd he do? // Well he gets in his plane and wipes the sinner's property off the goddamned map. He rains fire on'em. They're scurryin' everywhere, screamin'. Like a magnifying glass on an anthill.
* The Seeds lost a good brother in John.
* Maybe John wasn't part of the plan? Maybe this is still what the voice told Joseph?
* John's faith wavered, but mine's never been stronger.
* I'll miss John's pep talks.
* John did so much for the project. He can never be replaced.
* John proved his devotion in blood. How can we do any less?
* John was always larger than life, it felt like he was immortal.
Joseph
Resistance
* Joseph doesn't like it when his family goes off-book.
* I know this is an unpopular opinion, but what if Joseph's right about the end of the world?
* That's the first place Joseph ever built. Back when they pretended to be good. Joseph used to preach here. We could have saved us some trouble if we had just set fire to it years ago.
* Joseph Seed and his whole family are like the politicians who ran this country into the ground. They sell ya hope and change and all these people buy into it thinking it's gonna be different this time. It ain't. Might as well be buyin' magic beans.
* These people in Eden's Gate have been led astray. Joseph Seed claims he loves everyone. Wants them to know the truth. The truth is he preaches vengeance and sows lies. But the words of an evil man ring louder in the minds of the weak...
* You know what really gets me? Cult leaders are usually always in it for the money. Just like a pyramid scheme. Joseph ain't like that. I keep tryin' to break this guy down into what he wants from people. If it ain't money, and it ain't sex, what the hell is it?
* Joseph's a charismatic son of a bitch. I mean, you've heard him. The pitch. The tempo. The way the words roll off his gentle lips. His mannerisms. I mean he's been speech trained, probably more than any politician I've ever seen. That's how you know he's a government guy.
* I know the people of this valley. They're good, hard workin' people. But in bad times, people get scared, start lookin' for someone to blame. Joseph Seed fed on that fear. Told folk the end of the world was coming. Lot of 'em believed him. Truth be told... way things are now? I sometimes wonder if he's right. Folks felt abandoned, grew weary, they needed our help. And we didn't listen, but Joseph Seed did. Joseph Seed wooed people. He told them EXACTLY what they wanted to hear. With those falsehoods, lies, his poison. It's driven a lot of good folks away from the righteous path.
* I knew Joseph Seed was bad business when he wormed his way in here a few years back. I imagine the fucking mainstream media would paint us as two sides of the same coin, because they're either lazy or corrupt or both... But to me, it's simple: I'm willing to sacrifice everything for my family, while Joseph Seed wants to burn down the world for his.
* Y'know, I had a dream last night that involved me, a bed, whips and chains, and Joseph Seed. Suffice to say there were a lot of conflicting emotions and sensations...
* Did you have a vision? Faith dosed me with bliss, and I saw the Father come to me, personally, and tell me terrible things.
* I have a lot of pity for Faith. Joseph is the true monster, manipulating that young woman into a weapon.
* Who the heck is Faith, y'know? Joseph treats her both like his daughter and his sister. How much does she know? How influential is she? It's all twisted together.
* I wonder how many other secret bunkers there are in the county? Joseph procured a whole missile silo and no one saw!
* Faith came to Hope County to detox. Like tourism of hillbilly country for rehab. But Joseph took a shine to her and she was reborn. Hell, her real name ain't even Faith, but something rich, like Riley or Rachel.
* Joseph believes in Faith. He's entrusted her with all manner of heinous activity out here. We need to take her out.
* I can't see what kind of method to the madness Eden's Gate has goin' on. Three heralds of the Collapse? What are they even doin'? // They got a system. Faith sows, John reaps, Jacob... // Steps on your neck? // Deals in belief, I guess. // Nah, that's Joseph's job. He's the charismatic populist motherfucker. Jacob just wants to cull people.
* Joseph's just a nobody from nowhere. How'd he get this many people behind him?
* There was a time no western religious leader would be caught dead with a goddamned man-bun. Fuck I miss those days. Listen, I get that he's runnin' this big old cult and all but if you're gonna run a big old cult you gotta look the part! Long robe that's a weird color, like puce or something, stringy moustache, head shaved bald like a baby. Not like some kind of lovechild between a hipster and a country singer.
* Joseph Seed's family is gone. He's gonna be vulnerable and running on emotion. He won't be thinkin' straight. If we're putting this to a vote, I'd say we close this chapter for good, as soon as possible.
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* The father's takin' a personal interest in those deputies now... Maybe his visions told him somethin'.
* Joseph said that deputy is special. I wonder what he meant by that.
* Despite everything they've done to us, I know Joseph would still forgive them.
* We have to love the sinners. It's what Joseph would want.
* It's been too long since I've seen our Father's face.
* Joseph is a gifted songwriter. You haven't lived until you've heard Joseph sing this live.
* I heard that the Father got the idea for the Judges in a vision.
* Jacob might teach us to shoot, but Joseph guides our aim.
* President Seed has a nice ring to it. Wonder if Joseph has political aspirations?
* I see why Joseph liked this county. Plenty of silos for what we need to store.
* Everyone knows Joseph will not tolerate idle hands.
* The Father keeps all the best stuff for his Chosen. Leaves us the scraps.
* After the collapse, we won't hear the Father on the radio anymore.
* Joseph's disappointed in us, I can tell. We gotta do better.
* I hope the Father doesn't take this out on us.
* I can't imagine how Joseph feels now, with his brother gone.
* With Jacob gone the Father has to have a backup plan for us. He has to.
* Our Father was supposed to save us. Joseph wouldn't ever abandon us, would he?
* Joseph will know what to do. I just have to find out where he's hidin'.
Jacob
Resistance
* We're in Jacob's territory now. Know how I know? Wildlife is scarce. I'm not one for hunting but this area in particular used to be home to quite a few species. They've either been driven away or taken in for experiments. It's sad.
* Jacob Seed's in charge out here. He's ex-military, he's a combat veteran, and he's a psycho.
* Faith was Joseph's favorite, but Jacob is his toughest soldier, bar none.
* Jacob's got this Chair. He straps people in and breaks them down until their souls are gone. Then he controls their mind. Don't end up in that chair.
* I know Jacob's the bad guy and all, but every bad guy thinks they're this misunderstood hero, right? Has anyone ever tried to just, you know, take him for coffee and talk to him?
* Strippin' people of their mind and freewill to build an army for The Father, that ain't right. I still can't believe Jacob and Joseph are brothers.
* The mind is the most dangerous weapon and Jacob knows that all too well. No one was really prepared for this.
* I've seen him up close once and I'll tell ya' Jacob Seed is one scary motherfucker.
* Jacob had one thing right. Things are only goin' to get worse and you gotta be ready for it.
* I had a dream once that Jacob took me on a hunt. We shot some deer and he asked me to skin them. As I was cutting them open they changed... it wasn't deer. I... I don't think it was a dream.
* Whatever you do, don't listen to the music. That's how Jacob gets you.
* One of the first places Jacob took over is the old Veteran's Hospital. No one thought much of it at the time.
* Careful. Jacob likes to play mind games with ya.
* This was an animal sanctuary until Jacob took it over. Looks like he's got some freaky deaky shit goin' on. Jake-n-Bake Seed really had his fingers up in everything up here.
* Jacob's completely insane. He's not even trying to hide what he's doing anymore.
* Heard that Jacob has been doin' some weird stuff with animals over here... and not just wolves this time.
* Jacob's been putting people in cages. Keepin' them there with no food or water for weeks! Almost better if they just killed you.
* Eli worked on Jacob's special bunkers, did you know that? Turns out they didn't get along. Who would've thought?
* No one is immune to Jacob's fucked up conversion. Once they hit you with that you ain't ever the same.
* Jacob, he's knows everything that I'm thinking. He's got the key to my mind and he twists... and twists... and twists.
* Jacob... his experiments... he takes us... owns us, speaks to us. He hears us. Jacob... he's in control. He controls everything.
* Jacob knows how to get into your head. Twists things around so you don't know what's right anymore.
* If Jacob can't find a use for you in his army, you become target practice for troops.
* Be careful out there. Friends might not be friends anymore after Jacob's done with them.
* I bet the Peggies got an armory here, too. I can't believe how Jacob got them so organized.
* Jacob's using everything he learned in the military and twisting it to suit the needs of Eden's Gate. Son of a bitch is a poor excuse for a soldier if you ask me. As long as he's alive my Pops will be rolling in his grave, all bitter and mad.
* Have to say, you've ticked Jacob off something fierce.
* You wanna bet that Jacob had that three-wolf moon poster as a kid? I bet he was a cub scout, too. Now he's getting his badge for people-skinning and brainwashing.
* I'm seeing a lot more choppers in the air. Looks like Jacob's using them to move troops and supplies.
* You know, I was dumb enough to work for Jacob a few years back. Who you think built him all those Peggie bunkers? You think I saw any of this comin'? Hell no...
* Jacob's new recruits gotta kill someone they care about, just to prove their loyalty. That's messed up on so many levels.
* Jacob will be pied that you and the Cougars freed the Henbane River. He'll need a new source of soldiers.
* Jacob sees himself as beyond the other so-called Heralds. He views his work as the most important, and that the others' purpose was to support him.
* Jacob will break every bone in your body to convert you. He lives for pain.
* Jacob would happily sacrifice everyone and everything in Hope County to feed Joseph's Collapse. He doesn't care about Faith.
* Between John, Faith, and Jacob, I'd say our mind control freak is the worst. He makes people kill their own family. His own mind's twisted. He's a damn maniac.
* I hear Jacob's looking everywhere for you.
* You gotta save us from all this darkness. All this death. Jacob's losing it and he's out hunting down more people. He's gonna do anything for Joseph's plan to work.
* Cult's got the wrong idea 'bout sacrifices. My neighbor killed his old man 'cause Jacob said so. For fuck's sake, you don't do that.
* Jacob's gone nuts 'cause he lost a lot of his precious, mindless soldiers. I'd say it sucks even more to see our own teammates turned against us.
* Jacob's pissed. That's new. He's always been the crazy type, but I'm afraid of what he'll come up with next. Stay sharp.
* Using music to control people is so in bad taste, but Jacob's song pick, that's gotta say something about him.
* How much do we know about this Jacob fella? He seems strong. Got a good setup going on... We ought to take some photographs of him or somethin'. Preferably shirtless... Y'know, for intelligence purposes. Know your enemy.
* If Jacob he had an experienced woman in his life, this shit would not be happenin'. I'll take one for the team if it comes to that. Just don't tell Xander I said that. He'll get jealous.
* I knew Jacob was trouble as soon as he showed up. I mean, did you see his face? It's all burned and twisted like his heart.
* Jacob's got training grounds all over the place. I've seen them out there, shooting anything that moves.
* I can almost understand why people follow Jacob. He's knows what he's doin', that's for sure. Mind you he's also a fucken' psychopath kind of a deal breaker for me.
* Honestly, Jacob scares the shit outta me, even more than the Father. I've seen Jacob up close, I've looked him in the eyes they're empty, not a single shred of humanity anywhere.
* Jacob's one sick fuck. Nailing up bodies? Burning people alive? That's just messed up.
* You know what? I think Jacob's scared of Eli. That's why he's tried so hard to get him.
* Jacob must be getting desperate and crazy. More troops out here than ever.
* Jacob's plan worked. I tried to warn them. I told them not to go back. Jacob's going to win. He always wins.
* Jacob was the big, mean, brute of the Seed clan.
* Jacob was an example of how a vet can go bad without any help. Still glad he's dead of course.
Peggies
* Hope Jacob doesn't have another surprise inspection. Last one didn't go so hot.
* Jacob asks for sacrifices from us all. I gave up my son just so I could understand the Father's pain.
* Jacob can turn these animals into weapons for the Father, I've seen him do it.
* Jacob calls those wolves of his Judges, 'cause that's what they do. If you're not worthy, they tear you to shreds.
* Jacob takes us, molds us and lifts us up to realize our potential. Just like this Judge. Once, it was just a simple wolf. Then it heard the voice of the Father. Now look at it. Stronger, faster... a killer. That's what Jacob does, he makes us better than we were, because only the very best of us will pass through Eden's Gate and on to salvation.
* Jacob has asked us to find more recruits for the Project. We have to make them see the light... by force if necessary.
* Jacob taught me how to bring a boar down will one killshot. Now I just apply the same logic to sinners. Easy.
* Trust nobody, that's what Jacob told us.
* Last time I was here Jacob himself complimented me on my shootin'.
* Jacob will whip the strong ones into shape. The rest of 'em won't survive training. Jacob sure puts you through your paces here. It's how he makes us strong.
* Jacob only wants the strongest of any creature.
* Some of the converts have a hard time losing their old notions, but Jacob has a way of getting them to see the light.
* If you've ever been in Jacob's presence you know just how powerful he really is.
* There is no way anyone would dare stand up to Jacob. They'd be dead in a second.
* Jacob's got this county locked down. There's no way they're gonna take him out.
* Jacob knows what he's doin'. If he says he's got this bastard covered, I believe him. You know Jacob. He's not gonna give up.
* I hear Jacob is furious. We have to try harder. We can't fail the Father.
* Jacob's not dead. There's no way. He's too strong to die.
* The sacrifice of Jacob must be part of the Father's great plan; we must trust in him.
* The guy who killed Jacob. He fucken' cheated. You know Jacob. There's no way he would've lost in a straight up fight. Can't do anything for Jacob, but we can make sure Pratt pays for letting that bastard get away.
* Do you think this the father knew about all this? // Of course. It's all part of his plan. // Even losing Jacob? // Do you doubt the Father's visions? // No! Of course not.... it's just... the guys... they have questions.... // Questions? Now's not the time for questions! It's time for action! Do you want to die a sinner? // No! Or course not! // Then get back to your post. The Father needs us now, more than ever!
* So what the hell are we going to do now? // What do you mean? // What do I mean? Jacob's dead! That's a pretty big deal, if you ask me. // We still have the Father. It's his plan after all. // Sure, but he had Jacob and the others to help. He can't do it all himself. // That's why we're here. We have to step up, do whatever is asked of us. We can't give up, not now. // Yeah, you're right. Especially with what's coming. // Exactly. Get back to your post, this isn't over yet.
Pratt
* Jacob's caught himself a Deputy. I think it's Pratt. Poor bastard, he's not gonna last a day in there.
* Deputy Pratt always came off as a bit of a douchebag, but that doesn't mean he deserves what Jacob's doin' to him.
* I'd sure hate to be that Deputy Pratt right now. Jacob's gonna rip him to pieces. He tried to arrest his brother for God sake.
* Pratt's days are numbered. One of these days Jacob's gonna have him nailed up on some billboard or something just like the others.
* I keep thinking about Pratt, and what Jacob's doin' to him. That poor man's brain's gonna be totally fucked.
* Can only imagine what it's like to be left in a cage with nothing to eat for days. God, do you think that's what they're doing to that Deputy of yours? Poor bastard.
* I don't think that Deputy's gonna live much longer. I hear Jacob's furious and you can be sure who he's gonna take it out on.
* Next time you meet your friend Pratt, be careful. Jacob does things... to your mind... he might not be the same person you remember. Don't say I didn't warn you.
* Can you fuckin' believe that guy? // Who? // The Deputy. Pratt. He was wanderin' around behind the cages. // What the fuck was he doin' there? // Who the hell knows. Jacob's probably got him off doing some shit. // Yeah, he's lucky to be able to put two words together after what Jacob did to him! // Seriously. Sometimes I think it's a mistake to put too much trust in these converts. You should come willing to the light, or be struck down.
* I.. I was told to feed the Judges but I didn't know where their food was. // Jesus, Pratt. Does nothing stick in that brain of yours? Over there, where it's always kept. // Right! Th..thanks Phil! It won't happen again! // It better not.
* I just want go out and hunt down the bastard that killed Jacob and beat them to death.//Don't worry. They'll be here soon enough. We've got their buddy Pratt down here. Pretty sure we're next on the list.//Aren't you worried? They were strong enough to take on Jacob...// Fuck 'em. With the number of guards we got here? They'd be crazy to try to take us on.
* Good thing Pratt's out man. He was lookin' like a hipster in a bullfight man.
* There's not much of the old Deputy Pratt left, Jacob made sure of that. Almost would've been better that he'd died in there.
* Yeah, the Deputy might be free, but I won't say he's okay. No one is okay after they've been through the trials. No one.
* Jacob sure did a number on Pratt. Not sure there's much of him left in there.
* It's gonna take a while for Deputy Pratt to recover from this... if he ever does.
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hello zannah!! i hope quarantine is treating you well! i would like to ask for #37 and #45 from the smut prompts list with mr pale!! thank you so much 💘💘
(1.4k, public sex, handjob, come eating, drug use [cocaine])
There was some kinda scuffle or some shit, with the parking. Pale had told you to go on ahead, get yourself a nice cozy booth somewhere in the back, somewhere dark.
This particular club was one he went to all the time, knew the owners and shit and so why the fuck was there a fuckin’ parking issue? God damned car was more trouble than it was worth, Pale thinks as he shakes his head and adjusts his jacket on his shoulders when he’s finally free to search for you.
He finds you, sitting so pretty in a new dress he bought you. It’s form-fitting and completely covered in sequins, so you look like a million fuckin’ bucks, sipping your drink and waiting for him. He’s pleased to see you’re alone, no assholes trying to move in on you or nothin’.
He’s sweatin’, Pale is. Sweatin’ because of you, the leather jacket in May, or the club, or the coke, he don’t know. He don’t know but he’s rubbin’ his palms against the back pockets of his jeans as his steel-toed boots carry him all the way to you.
You brighten up immediately, when you see him. You’d been puttin’ on you don’t fuck with me face, and he’s proud of that, proud of you for knowing how to hold your own.
“You look dynamite baby, real fuckin’ good. You oughta be under lights like these all the time, you know that? Someone oughta carry ‘em around for you, make you look like a fuckin’ superstar. Is that what you are dollface, a superstar? My good girl?” Pale’s a chatter-box as he slides into the booth with you, immediately pulls you into his lap.
You lean into his embrace, pillow your head on his shoulder, kiss at his neck. You’re wearing a flattering red lipstick, and he knows it’s gotta be pressin’ lil smooch marks all over his throat, but he don’t give a shit. Good, he thinks, good, let them all see just who it is you’re kissing.
“You bet honey, let me prove it to you.” You smile against his skin, around his adam’s apple as it bobs, as he goes all jittery all over.
“Oh yeah, how so?” He lights up a cigarette, the nicotine fighting the coke fighting the presence of you.
He’s raging hard, he realizes, raging hard and he only realizes it once you start wiggling your hips on his cock, your ass so sweet as he grinds his cock up against it.
“Feels like you got a problem, let me take care of it for you.” You say, still kissin’ on him, lovin’ on him. God fuckin’ damn does he love you, loves you too much, he feels like he can’t even fit the half of it in the whole wide world.
“Lemme see your tits, now.” He licks his lips, hands already reachin’ for the little zipper in the dress.
That’s the thing that made him want to buy it for you, you know. The zipper in the front instead of in the back. He could unzip it all the fuckin’ way down, have you sitting naked in his lap if that was somethin’ you’d let him do. You ain’t wearin’ no bra or panties or nothin’, he knows, he knows because he’s the sonofabitch who told you to keep them on the floor when he fucked you hard before bringing you to the club in the first place.
“Is anyone gonna see?” You say, pulling down the zipper slow slow slow.
“I’ll shoot ‘em between the fuckin’ eyes if they take so much as a look at you sweetheart you know you’re alright with me, you’re safe with me. Let me see them.” He’s jumpy, sweaty, itchy, god he’s on fire for you cock aching heart beating eyes shaking in his skull.
You look over your shoulder anyway, even though you know he’s right, you know. He’s got a little gun he keeps on him, a little thing that could fit into his pocket, and it does, and he has it. He’d use it for you, you know. You love him, smile when he gets his paws all over your tits when you pull the zipper of the dress down enough.
“Give them a kiss, they’re cold.” You grin, as the music of the club thumps in your chest, rattles your bones.
“Oh I’ll warm you up alright.” He squeezes them together and rubs his face into the soft skin.
He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out the smallest little fuckin’ vial ever known to mankind, tips out only a spec or two or twenty of coke right there, right onto the flesh of your breasts, and snorts it up. He licks up any residue, leans back in his chair and feels alive, feels electrified.
Straddling his lap, you raise yourself enough so that you can reach down between his legs and fish for his cock, his dark jeans chafing your inner thighs as you start jerking him off. His head tips back against the booth, and he gives himself over to the feeling of your hand on him, everything going chromacolor as the coke hits.
God he loves you, loves the way you look like this – loves the way you look always. You with your tits out in this seedy corner of this grungy club, jerkin’ him off while guys make mob boss business deals a table or two away, while singers croon on a stage up front. There’s people dancin’ and talkin’ and drinkin’ and fuckin’ and he wants to be one of them, but he can’t do what he wants to do to you, not here.
Your grip loosens for a second, and he peeks an eye open, gives you a million-dollar smile and cups your cheek, feels your pretty skin.
“Did I say you could stop?” He asks, halfway serious.
You roll your eyes, and he pinches your jaw between his thumb and sticks it in your mouth. You suck on it, and your tits jiggle as your arms work to get him off. He’s gonna treat you so fucking good when he gets you home after this fuckin’ concert or whatever the hell he’s here for. He doesn’t even remember anymore, can’t be bothered to remember anything other than you.
“You didn’t say nothin’ honey, you don’t gotta, I’m right here.” You say around his thumb, sucking on it and biting at it lightly as he runs it over your teeth.
“When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.” He says, and you laugh, because that’s exactly the sort of thing you were hopin’ to hear.
“Do you promise?” You bat your lashes.
“How’s that?” Pale’s brain doesn’t quite catch up because fuck your hands are so good on him and the way you grip his cock is so much better than anyone else he’s ever had including his own goddamned hand, so, “Yeah sweetheart I promise, I fuckin’ swear, I swear to ya if you keep going I’ll keep you in bed all fuckin’ weekend, you ain’t getting out unless I say so, you got that? I’m gonna make you scream so hoarse you won’t even remember your own fuckin’ name, how’s that sound?”
“Sounds real good honey, you gonna come?�� You ask but he can’t think of nothin’ other than your tits, he wants to come all over them, he wants – fuck he wants everything.
In the end, he makes a split-second decision and takes his cock from you, pats his lap. You’re good, you know what that means, he’s done it enough times for you to get the hint, and he could weep like the way his dick is drippin’ for you because of it.
“Get your mouth ready sweetheart I’ve been savin’ this shit up for you all fuckin’ day.” He’s grunting as he fucks his fist, hand moving so fast it’s a blur – is that the coke, or is that you? He don’t know which fuckin’ drug is stronger.
He’d bet it was you, the thought of your pussy, that’s got him so fucked up like this – fucked up in the best possible way.
And you do, got him fucked up. You got him fucked up with the way you slip underneath the table of the booth, your head peekin’ out between his thighs as he jerks off. Somewhere under there you zip your dress back up, and he thinks that’s a real fuckin’ shame.
But then he’s comin’, and your tongue is there to catch it, and you close your eyes so’s you don’t get nothin’ in them, and he thinks there ain’t nothing that’s a shame about that.
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Thunder
Fandom: Sanders Sides
Masterlist
Warnings: referenced sex but nothing actually included
Pairings: Anxceit
Words: 1,526
Summary: Dee doesn’t like thunder, and his boyfriend does, in fact, know that.
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Dee shivered, wrapping his arms around himself. It was freezing, not suitable weather for people to be walking around outside in at all. Sure, maybe it was only fifty degrees, but that was still far too cold for Dee to be wearing anything less than three layers or go outside his house unless it was an emergency.
This wasn’t an emergency, so he really should not have so much as opened his door for it, but now he’s walking down the street at ten o’clock at night like an unruly cat being forced on a leash for the first time in its life. He really, really hates that this is what he’s spending his day off doing, but he’s closer to Virgil’s apartment than his own by now, so there’s no point in turning back either way.
On the other hand, the outside did look pretty today. There was a bright pink flower in full bloom in the window box of a cafe he passed, and there was a beautiful chocolate poodle strutting down the sidewalk. The trees didn’t have any leaves left, but they still looked sort of ethereal against the stormy, pregnant gray of the sky.
It wasn’t raining yet, and if any god out there had any good sense, it wouldn’t start before Dee got inside. He was not ashamed to admit he was not above fighting a god or two.
Ten minutes later found Dee knocking on Virgil’s door. While he did have a key, if he was forced to walk all the way to Virgil’s house for something, then Virgil could very well walk all the way over to the door to let him in. It was only fair.
The door swung open just as a bolt of thunder cracked outside, causing Dee to jump. Virgil loomed, smirking, in the doorway. He didn’t bother with a greeting, just stepped back to let Dee bolt in and jerk his curtains shut.
“What the hell was such an emergency that I had to come over here in the middle of a goddamn storm!”
“Chill, it’s not the middle. It’s only just starting. Besides, you oughta be outta here before it gets too bad.” Virgil shrugged nonchalantly and crossed to the kitchen.
“Only just-be out of-no! I am absolutely not leaving until the rain quits!” Dee angrily chased Virgil to the kitchen, taking the steaming mug out of his hand before he could so much as bring it to his lips. “You owe me this.”
“Whatever,” Virgil snorted, picking up a second and equally steamy mug to drink from. Dee wanted smack that one out of his hands, just to be petty because Virgil had obviously planned for that to happen. Instead, Dee curled around his cup as best he could and took a sip. Slightly bitter hot chocolate. God, it wasn’t even the flavor that Virgil liked; it was Dee’s favorite.
“Why did you need me over here?” he sighed. Virgil motioned toward his couch.
“Go sit down. I’ll be right back.” Dee left the kitchen with a small shove from Virgil and threw himself down on the couch, his hot chocolate nearly flipping over the side of the mug. It’s not like Virgil would notice another stain on his couch, not after what had happened on it last time Dee was over.
Virgil came back into the room, throwing a screeching black ball onto Dee’s lap and actually causing his drink to spill.
“Thanks,” Dee hissed, juggling the now quiet ball and his mug.
“She wouldn’t quit screaming for the last two hours, but you always make her quiet down.” Virgil shrugged and flopped down beside Dee. “I think she can sense when it’s going to rain.”
“She’s your hell beast, why don’t you ever learn how to love her right?” Dee ran his hand over her head eliciting a deep, rumbling purr. She stretched languidly, claws digging past Dee’s pant legs and just barely scratching his skin before she curled back up and looked up at him with her big green eyes. Entirely too trusting and entirely too evil.
“She’s more your cat than mine, anyway,” Virgil said. He slung an arm up to the back of the couch but kept to his own end. Dee took a sip of his drink while Toothless stared right up at him, totally adoring in a way most people thought was reserved for dogs. It may have been less loud, but it was no less meaningful.
“That is because you don’t treat her right, isn’t that right, baby?” Dee asked, scratching her chin. Toothless tilted her head back to allow it, and Dee felt his lips pulling up against his will. It wasn’t his fault that cat was so damn perfect.
“Sure,” Virgil muttered into his cup, and Dee would have demanded to know what he meant by that except right then a huge bolt of lightning lit up the curtains and barely any time after that the thunder came roaring through. Dee was too dignified to say he screeched, but that’s certainly the sound the cat made before arching her back and hissing at the window.
“You really are the pair,” Virgil said, running his hand over Toothless and then Dee, and getting hit by them both for it. “Fuckin’ halloween cats.”
“Fuck off,” Dee grumbled, petting Toothless to calm them both down and trying to ignore that he had managed to pull his legs onto the couch and ball himself around his little cat. Virgil snorted again and began scrolling through his phone like he didn’t have a care in the world.
“Come here,” he said suddenly. Dee glanced at him, arms extended and beckoning, and shook his head. “Oh, get over here.” Virgil snatched Dee’s empty mug and dropped it toward the carpet. Then he used his unfair strength to pull Dee across the couch so that he was laying on top of Virgil. “Put these on,” Virgil said, shoving headphones at him.
“Why?” Dee said suspiciously.
“So that you can’t hear the thunder, jackass.”
“But what about our little cat?” objected Dee despite really wanting to pull the headphones on and pretend the outside world didn’t exist for a while.
“Ugh, fine,” Virgil said, dropping the headphones on the floor. A few seconds later and loud music was blaring out of Virgil’s speakers.
“You’re going to get a noise complaint from the neighbors,” Dee said. “Again.”
“Worthy cause. And it isn’t like I haven’t had to report them for three days straight of only blasting Taylor Swift and Seether.” Dee shuddered at even the thought of that. “I’m pretty sure they prefer this to the other kinds of noise we’ve made before, though.” Dee didn’t have much to say to that.
“What are you doing?” he asked when Virgil wrapped his arms around him.
“Could we cuddle, like, platonically?” Virgil said. He didn’t seem like he was going to let go, or like he was asking a question.
“What’s platonic about cuddling your boyfriend?” Dee demanded.
“Oh, so that’s what we are now?” Dee could hear the deadpan expression on his face.
“Well, I think we’re past fuck buddies.” Virgil snorted at that. They stayed quiet for a while, just enjoying the silence and the music and the little purring cat ball that made its home on top of them. Dee could get used to this. Comfort and cats and - and he didn’t want to jinx it, not yet, but something bigger than like. He really, really could one day get used to this sort of set up. Shitty apartment with a person he more than liked and their cat child. An ideal existence.
“You know, eventually you’re going to have to ask for your own sexless cuddles,” Virgil breathed into the back of Dee’s neck.
“Yeah, right,” Dee said.
“Eh, still better than last time. You told me to cuddle your dick. And while I would still be happy to do that, we both know that that is not the only kind of touching you like.” Dee grumbled wordlessly at Virgil. “Sex is an unhealthy coping mechanism, Dee. You should ask to cuddle with Logan without the sex. He’ll acquiesce, but he’s still awkward as fuck so you won’t feel like he knows what he’s doing and you don’t. Plus, he’ll also try to tell you every fact in the known universe because he doesn’t know what else to do. It’s pretty settling.”
“You say it like you know him or something,” Dee muttered.
“Nah, he’s only been my best friend since sixth grade. I don’t know shite about him.” Virgil pulled Dee a little more against him. “Night, cutie pie.”
“Night, sugar. I like you.”
“Like you more.”
“Like you most,” Dee said, sleepy smile tugging at his lips. Maybe it wasn’t quite the bigger word yet, but it was certainly getting there and one day, Dee would tell Virgil that he l-ed him. But until then, they’d like each other enough for the moon and the stars.
Virgil pressed a kiss against the back of Dee’s neck and Dee fell asleep without having to hear the thunder.
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Smoke Break(Lip Gallagher x Reader)
This takes place in season 1, after Lip finds out Karen cheated with his dad.
Trigger Warnings: smoking, underage smoking, mentions of underage drinking, mentions of alcoholism
Description: just a quick little one-shot. You’re the friend Lip goes to when Karen’s busy, mostly cuz you don’t care enough to actively seek out his company. He just found out Karen screwed his Dad, and he’s come to share a cigarette and to bend your ear about it. You’re not his girlfriend, or his crush, or anything like that. Just someone to have a smoke break with. That’s what Lip tells himself. But on days like this, when he really needs you, he’s not so sure that’s true.
If Lip ever wants to find you, he always goes to the same place: Kash and Grab. That run-down little store that Ian works at. You’re always there. This time is no different. He runs as quickly as he can to find you slouching against the wall of the building, sitting with your legs bent at the knee and your eyes half-lidded, as if you’re daydreaming. You hold a candy bar between your fingers, a single bite taken out of it. You don’t notice him until he’s standing right in front of you, panting and trying to catch his breath. You stare at him, bemused.
“Out of shape, are we?” Your voice is a flat monotone, but your lips are curled into the tiniest of smiles. Lip scoffs, but he’s happy to see you. He needs you, even if he doesn’t say it. “You’re one to talk, considering you’re always here, eating a candy bar and sitting on your ass.” For a second, he wonders if he went too far, but then your face breaks out into a grin and you laugh. “Yeah, you ain’t wrong. Sit down, I don’t have rabies.” You pat the spot next to you, and he sits down next to you. “Maybe not rabies, but definitely lice.”
You pretend to pick a bug out of your hair and flick your fingers at him. “So, how the hell have you been?” Lip’s expression sours. “Not good.” Your eyes flicker with interest. “No? What’s happened this time? Is it about Karen? Trouble in paradise, yeah?” You go for a bite of your candy bar, and Lip sighs. “She fucked Frank.” You choke, wipe your mouth, and stare at him in shock. “Beg your pardon?” “Karen. She fucked Frank. Like, on video and everything. Emailed it to a bunch of people too.”
You fall silent for a minute, and then quietly reply. “That sucks, dude.” “Yeah.” After a minute of thought, you hand him your chocolate bar. He starts to decline, but then thinks again and snatches it away to take a big bite. “If it helps, she probably got an STD from him. Or he got one from her.” Lip shoots you a look. You don’t like Karen. You don’t try to hide it much, either. You shrug. “Sorry, dude. I’m not gonna sugar-coat it. You need to drop her. She’s not worth your time.”
Lip half-smiles. “Yeah, you were never one for sugar-coating anyway.” He finishes your chocolate bar, and then glances at you apologetically. “Sorry. I’ll pay you back.” You grin at him. “It’s all good. You deserve it anyway, you’re in a pretty shitty situation. Want a cig?” He nods. You pull out a cigarette from the carton in your bra, and put it between your lips. He helps you light it, and steals it from you, inhaling and exhaling, trying to filter out the anger.
The two of you pass it back and forth, talking about random stuff. He asks how your alcoholic dad is doing, and you ask about his. He asks if you’ve been up to anything lately, and you ask how the other Gallagher’s are doing, noting that you oughta come see them sometime. A silence falls over the two of you, and then Lip looks up at you. “Why do you think she did it?” You stare back at him. “Honestly, Lip? I don’t know. Maybe she was angry. Maybe she was being stupid. Maybe she was just high as fuck. Maybe she’s a shitty person who doesn’t deserve you.”
“I’m just as shitty as she is, though.” You crush the cigarette on the ground. “Nah. You’re not the best, but you have a heart, Gallagher. You care about people. That’s more than I can say for most.” Lip looks at you. “Thanks. That means a lot, man.” You nod, and glance off into space, zoning out. He takes the opportunity to look you over. Black skinny jeans, cuffed at the bottom and rips in the knees. Orange tank top, the left strap sliding off your shoulder. Beat-up sneakers. You look nice, if not a little messy.
His eyes go back up to your face. Your eyes are bloodshot and sunken in, dark circles forming underneath them. You look thinner than usual. Your hand is shaking. How did he not notice? You look exhausted. Probably your father being a dick again. And yet he’s here whining about his problems. He feels a pang of guilt. His life sucks, but he has a good family. People to fall back on when Frank is an asshole. You have no one. He moves closer to you. You glance at him.
“Need somethin-“ He interrupts you with a hug. His arms wrap around you and he pulls your head to his chest, pressing his face to your neck. You sit in shock, and then hug him back. “Uh, you okay?” He pulls back and smiles. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Just, thank you.” “For what?” “I don’t know. Being here, I guess. You don’t have to listen to me. But you do anyway.” Your face starts to go red, and you glance away. “Not much of a choice. But you’re welcome.”
He glances at the store. “I need to go in and talk to Ian. How about I buy you a new candy bar?” You smile at him. “Alright. Kitkat. Good sized one, too.” He nods. “Of course. Nothing less.” The two of you stand up, and he opens the door to let you in, watching you walk past him. He knows he’s gonna be thinking about you tonight. And for a second, just a second, he wonders if you’ll be thinking of him too. But he shakes away the thought, and walks inside. “Ian! Where the fuck do you keep the candy shit at?”
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sprung spring | somebody watching me; drew mcintyre [m]
PROMPTS USED:
“You won’t be able to walk after I’m done with you.” + “that feels so good.” + From Behind + choking + fingering + standing up / in front of a window + “I’m not wearing any panties.” + teasing,dirty talk + “Someone’s watching us.” “Then stop holding back your moans and let’s give them a show.” + Voyeurism - hinted at -
NOTES:
Whew.. Was this ever a bitch to pull off. And I’m going to be totally honest with everyone, I really do not feel like I executed it to the best of my ability, but.. It finally started to flow and I did not dare stop or turn back. I feel like personally, this isn’t the best thing I’ve written, but... lately, I’ve been lagging in motivation or time and I’m just lowkey relieved that I finally got this out and got it to work. It took me like... two weeks I think? I’m gonna be honest. In hindsight, I do believe that my entire problem with execution here was Voyeurism. Because I just couldn’t get myself to come up with a scenario in which either party would willingly allow someone to watch? Oh and I’m realizing now that I totally ignored the prompt “I’m not wearing any panties.” but.. It’s out and I got it written and I pushed through another personal boundary I had no clue I had (voyeurism) and I just hope at least one person enjoys it?
WARNINGS:
sexual acts, duh. oral sex, edging, light choking, sex in front of a window - with someone watching outside, swearing, unprotected sex, body fluids, and biting/marking, oops rip that one snuck it’s way in.
PAIRING:
Drew McIntyre x OFC, Rhiannon
I didn’t try to tag anyone here. Tags are notorious fail for me, so... Maybe I’ll try to tag people again soon.
They flocked to him almost the instant she and Drew entered the party. And given that he had just accomplished a pretty huge career milestone, Rhiannon totally understood why. She also understood that they were best friends and that getting jealous or upset over it was something a girlfriend would do and something she had absolutely no right to do.
But damn it, it bothered her when she looked over and saw Mandy Rose practically hanging all over Drew. Granted, Drew looked totally annoyed and when they locked eyes across the crowded party, he rolled his eyes while glancing down at Mandy and Rhiannon’s response was to give a mild shrug and giggle about it while sipping her drink… It still bothered her. Way more than she cared to admit.
This is just one of many reasons you’re trying to stop flirting with him so hardcore and get yourself some distance, her brain chose that second to both remind her and scold her for not sticking to her original plan; telling Drew she had a date again tonight.
The pathetic thing is, she thought to herself, I don’t have a date. I… literally cannot fathom being with anyone else but him, I just know I can never tell him. She sighed and dragged her fingers through her hair, trying to silence the thought but it wouldn’t be silenced. It remained, nagging and nagging at her, eating away and driving her crazy.
Just like a whopping 99 percent of the time lately. It was getting harder and harder to be around him and keep her feelings hidden. It honestly felt like at any second, she was just gonna open her mouth and the words were gonna come tumbling right out.
A flash of red had her smiling and when Heath Slater came fully into view, she ran over, hugging the man. Heath nodded in Drew’s direction, chuckling in amusement. “Got separated, huh?”
“The second we stepped in the door, everybody bum rushed him. I mean… He did just win the Universal title. I’m just kinda… giving him space.”
“That look in your eyes, lil bit. Says that’s the last thing you wanna do.” Heath chuckled and dragged his fingers through shaggy ginger hair as he eyed Rhiannon intently. She sighed and shrugged, nodding towards Mandy, who seemed to finally be catching onto the fact that Drew wasn’t overly fond of her or the way she was invading his personal space. “I mean… let’s face it. There’s no way in hell I can stack up to… That.”
Heath fixed his gaze on Mandy who was storming off, annoyed and he shook his head, looking from one woman to the other. “Girl.. I oughta smack you in th’ back of the head for that. I’m tellin ya… You’d be surprised what happened if you finally just took a chance.”
“Heath, don’t.”
“I mean.. Everybody in back already thinks ya’ll are a thing thanks to earlier at the arena, that little scene with Ziggler. Ziggler told everybody after it happened.” Heath shrugged and reached out as a server made their way past, grabbing himself a beer and twisting off the top, shotgunning half.
Rhiannon stood there, heavily considering Heath’s words and cringing over the fact that Ziggler had told everyone that she and Drew were a thing, just keeping it quiet. She groaned quietly, rubbing her forehead. “How many of ‘em laughed and thought I was delusional?”
“Nobody, actually.” Heath flashed a grin and stepped closer to let some people get past the two of them. His gaze met Drew’s gaze and he flashed a smirk, shrugging at his best friend. If Rhiannon could see the look he was getting right now, that firm warning glare that Drew had the habit of giving pretty much anyone where Rhiannon was concerned… But she didn’t.
Just like Drew never seemed to notice that Rhiannon was flirtatious with him almost constantly. And that when they were together, they acted like an actual couple.
… somebody’s gotta do somethin… Heath mused to himself as he nursed the beer in his hands. If these two didn’t get this whole thing sorted out soon, they were going to combust. He stepped away from Rhiannon slightly, giving a teasing defensive wave of his hands as if to indicate no, he was not trying to make a move.
Drew seemed to relax and Heath chuckled to himself. Right up to the point where he saw Brock Lesnar and Paul Heyman making their way into the party.
Rhiannon tensed and swallowed hard almost the instant she set sights on Brock and caught him already staring at her…. And worse, making his way over. She rolled her eyes and grabbed for a cup sitting on a table nearby, filling it with the rum laced punch in the bowl in the middle.
Just as he reached where she stood with Heath, Rhiannon took a huge sip of the punch, making Heath laugh.
“What the fuck are you doing here, huh? I heard this was invite only.”
“It is, but let’s be real, do you see anybody linin up to throw me out? Didn’t think so. Take a hike, ginger. I’ve got something to finish discussing with the little lady here.”
“Already told you, buffoon. Not.Fucking.Interested.” Rhiannon raised her hand, putting it right into Lesnar’s face as she stepped as far away from him as possible. Or tried to… she wasn’t quick enough because his hand went to her hip and he was pulling her close.
Heath cleared his throat loudly, clenching his fists. He shot a look back to where Drew stood, grumbling when he saw that apparently, Mandy was back and trying her luck again and as usual, Drew was entirely too fucking polite to tell her to fuck off already. “Just fuckin great. Awesome.”
“Didn’t I tell you to get fucked, Red? Do you wanna get F5’ed tonight?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time, shrimp dick.” Heath grumbled, tensing all over, stepping up.
Rhiannon stepped between the two, glaring almost hatefully up at Brock. “Did those steroids we all know you pop like goddamn skittles rot your brain? I told you earlier. I have absolutely no use for you. I have a real man.”
“A real man, huh? Well looks like your real man is over there… Lettin Mandy Rose fawn all over him. C’mon.. you know you want me.” a beefy finger trailed beneath her chin and Rhiannon rolled her eyes, snapping her teeth at it as if she intended to bite it off. Brock’s eyes flashed a brighter shade of milky blue momentarily.
From behind her, Zelina cleared her throat.
“Did anybody invite you?”
“Did they have to? I do what I want.” Brock’s tongue trailed lazily over his lower lip and Zelina grumbled, rolling her eyes, casting a glance at Rhiannon. “Drew’s girlfriend, right?”
Rhiannon swallowed hard. Heath eyed Rhiannon, hints of a teasing smirk playing at his lips as he shrugged and turned his attention back to Brock, squaring up.
Rhiannon eyed Zelina and nodded. “Yeah. I’m just asking myself if this fuckin idiot got one too many Claymore kicks to the head earlier. Because I swear, I’ve already told him more than once the only way I’d ever be interested is never. I could have a gun to my head and I’d still choose the gun.”
“You heard her, shoo. Get movin. Scram!” Zelina sassed, stepping up to the giant of a man. “Besides, I don’t recall my friends inviting you. And they are the ones throwing this party, if I need to remind you. As a matter of fact, I believe that Maryse specifically said if you dared to show up, she wanted the cops called.”
“You really think you scare me?” Brock snorted in derision, staring down the two smaller females intently. Rhiannon nudged Zelina and leaned in, muttered loudly enough for Brock to hear, “I’m telling you… Steroids are a helluva drug.”
Brock clenched his fist and chuckled. “Sassy… I like that.”
“I’d like it if you fucked all the way off. But honestly, I don’t recall asking you what you like at any point.” Rhiannon gave a mild shrug.
“Your man’s gonna lose that title.. Then you’re gonna come running to me. We all know that belt’s the only thing you’re after. I know your type.”
“You know nothing. Nada.” Zelina spoke up, glaring up at the taller man. Rhiannon nodded in agreement, stepping closer. “He’s about to know how it feels to catch a stiletto to the balls though if he doesn’t fuck outta here.”
“Careful… His type considers that foreplay, girl.” Zelina spoke up, grimacing at the thought of anyone willingly getting in bed with Brock.
Rhiannon bit her lip, dragging her hand through thick and dark curls, tapping her foot impatiently. Heath cleared his throat menacingly. “Do you need help getting the fuck out? Huh? Because I can go find more than a few of the guys who are more than a little sick of you showin up and fuckin shit up… Or I can just do it my damn self. Either way’s fine, son.”
“I’m not your goddamn son, Slater.” Brock stepped up. Heath stepped up too and Rhiannon cleared her throat.
“Okay, whoa.”
Across the room, Jinder nudged Drew and leaned in, whispering into his ear, “Hey… You might want to get over there to Riri. You know how she gets when she’s scared and you know how Brock is.”
Drew growled as he looked over to find Heath and Brock in a tense staredown with Rhiannon stuck between the two and Zelina raising enough hell to get the attention she needed drawn to the area. Drew clenched his fists and calmly shoved past Mandy, leaving her to pout and grumble about not getting what his thing was for the dark haired girl.
“She’s not even that pretty.”
Jinder eyed Mandy and rolled his eyes. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” Jinder shrugged as he grabbed for his own drink and took a sip. “You should leave him alone, by the way.”
“But he’s not even with that… woman.”
“Her name is Rhiannon and actually, they live together.”
“Well he sure as hell doesn’t talk about her all the time… I mean…” Mandy stammered, trying to justify the flirting she’d been doing. Jinder eyed her and laughed. “Ziggler is more your speed if you want the honest truth.” Jinder walked away, leaving Mandy to stand there, mouth agape.
Drew shoved through a crowd and stopped behind Brock.
“Aw, c’mon, princess. You know who the real man is. You know you want me.”
“I’d honestly rather fling myself into a dying star.” Rhiannon countered, bending to slip off her stiletto. She was beyond done with this, she just wanted Brock to leave already. He was causing a scene.
As most ‘nice guys’ do, of course.
“What’s so fucked in your brain that you can’t understand what I said earlier? The only man who’s getting any part of this,” Rhiannon gestured to herself with a smirk, “Is Drew McIntyre?”
Drew nearly choked when he heard her say it and he cleared his throat menacingly. Between what he’d just heard and what Jinder, Tamina and Nia were saying she’d openly admitted to earlier at the arena when they all talked… Tonight was that one shot. The one he’d been waiting on. If she really felt this way and he knew his own feelings were only growing more and more each day and getting harder to hide as a result.. Something had to give.
Heath was right. There was no perfect time. There was time, however. Picking his moment was only going to keep things tense. Stepping up… Taking what he wanted… that was clearly what he needed to at least try and do here.
Bearing that in mind, he didn’t hesitate when Brock turned to see who was standing behind him. Instead, he raised his fist and sent it smashing into Brock’s nose. Brock went to lunge and Drew stepped to the side, letting Brock wind up on the floor. “Did ah not tell ye earlier? She es mine.”
Brock was getting up, smirking and about to swing. Drew ducked and raised his leg, sending a kick to Brock’s midsection. Then he grabbed hold of his shirt and hurled him towards the door, standing over him and sneering down calmly. “Ah’m da only one whose goin ta take ‘er home. Get it through yer fookin thick ‘ead.”
The shoving match started again and Jinder and Heath as well as Paul and another or two of the guys present were quick to step in, get the two apart and Paul was dragging Brock out the door.
Drew fixed his gaze intently on Rhiannon and he flashed this amused smirk, shrugging at the way she pouted up at him. “Wot?”
“You and that temper, I swear.”
“Ef ah ‘adn’t come over, he never would’ve fucked off.” Drew was stepping closer; much closer. Rhiannon’s heart raced and she took a shaky breath, stepping closer to him before she could stop herself. She gave a nervous laugh, twisting dark curls around her fingertip as she looked up at him. “How much of that did you hear because I… I can explain?”
“Ah ‘eard enough. Was standing dere da whole time.” Drew licked his lip and couldn’t resist the gently teasing smirk that came when he saw her eyes lock on his lips intently, almost dazed.
Everything Heath and Jinder ever told him as ‘proof’ that she was flirting with him heavily and she was definitely as into him as he was her came rushing back and between that and the adrenaline from the night as a whole, Drew didn’t think, he acted instead, grabbing hold of her, pulling her up his body. Rhiannon’s legs squeezed his waist and her arms went around his neck as Drew started to make his way out of the room, wandering down a long hallway in search of somewhere, anywhere that might be just a little quieter.
“Drew?”
“Yeah, love?” Drew swore as he tried to pull on a door knob to a closed door and found it not budging, not even slightly. He stopped messing with the doorknob, gazing at her intently. “Wot’s up?”
“You’re not… saying anything… About what I said..” Rhiannon managed to get the words out, shaky voice and all.
“Dat’s because ah’m not a talker, remember? But as soon as ah can find a bloody unlocked room, ah fully intend t’ show y’ exactly how ah feel about it, love.” his lips brushed right against her mouth as he spoke and she whimpered, trailing her tongue over his bottom lip, earning her a growl from him as he pinned her between the door and his body, her back making a soft thud against the wooden door as it made contact. She dug her nails into his shoulders lightly and licked her lips, staring at his intently. Drew couldn’t help but chuckle and he muttered quietly, “If y’ want t’ do something, do it.”
“Don’t tempt me.” Rhiannon muttered, not bothering to censor herself. It was starting to click and the shock was starting to wear off, leaving this almost euphoric high in it’s place. He felt the same. He had to. Her heart felt like it was about to beat right out of her chest. The rush was almost dizzying.
“Oh, ah’m temptin y’.” Drew’s lips brushed against her mouth again and her nails dug in just a little more as she crashed her mouth against his lips. He nipped at her lower lip with his teeth, his hands digging into her ass as he shifted her in his arms slightly. His tongue trailed over the outline of her mouth, then slipping between scarlet colored lips, lazily trailing over her teeth and slipping between to tangle with her tongue. She wound up tugging his hair out of the ponytail he’d thrown it into before leaving the arena, her fingers tangling in it, tugging and using her grip to pull his mouth into the kiss even deeper. He groaned into the kiss, the noise quickly swallowed and overpowered by the soft smacks of their mouths meeting over and over.. Deeper and more desperate; almost frenzied.
“Challenge accepted.” Rhiannon breathed against his mouth; breaking the kiss to ghost her lips right down the side of his neck. She knew him well enough to know that his neck was a hot zone… Anything, even the slightest accidental touch was… Basically asking for it. She felt him tense and felt his fingers digging into her body as he shifted her in his arms. She pressed herself into him completely, rubbing herself against him just a little.
Drew shivered at the contact, sucking in a sharp breath, muttering a husky warning against her lips. “Yer askin for me t’ take y’ right here, against the door.”
“I’m not exactly going to complain.” Rhiannon was at it again, rubbing against him impatiently, whimpering when his mouth latched onto her throat, leaving a bold mark right out in plain sight as he bucked himself into her and his hands moved slowly over her body. “Tell me somethin, love?” Drew muttered as he gazed up at her, a wicked gleam in his eye. “How wet are y’ right now, hm?”
All Rhiannon could do was whimper, because they came to another stop, Drew sitting her on top of a console table between two rooms, his hands quickly disappearing beneath the hem of her dress. As his palm came to a halt over her throbbing sex, he hissed when he realized that she was well beyond soaked already, growling against her mouth as he gripped her jawline, tugging her face closer, crashing his mouth against her own. His palm settled over her core, squeezing and she slid forward on the tabletop, wrapping her legs around his waist tighter, desperate for friction, trying to settle for rocking herself against the slow and steady torture of his hand. “That… fuck that feels so good. Mmm.. Harder, Drew.” she moaned out as he began to squeeze and rub her cunt harder and faster, growling quietly into her mouth as she rocked herself against him more urgently.
“Harder?” he questioned, meeting her gaze, a chuckle forming as he flashed a mischievous gaze at her. “Gettin close are y’?”
“Just want you now.” Rhiannon begged shamelessly, not caring how it sounded. Drew scooped her off the table and stepped to the door closest to them, trying the knob. The second the door swung open, he gave a quiet and triumphant laugh, stepping inside, closing the door behind him before turning his attention back to Rhiannon.
“Ah asked y’ a question.” he was using that firm but teasing tone on her. And damned if it didn’t stir her up, just like it did every single time she’d hear him using it in his promos on tv.. Or on her whenever they were just playing around with each other at their apartment. Rhiannon gulped and nodded, pouting up at him and giving him the most pleading look she could dredge up. The one that always got him to cave and give up the remote.
Drew groaned quietly, stepping over to the bed, gently tossing her down and following suit, settling himself over her, burying his mouth in the side of her neck. He wanted her marked all over and too sore to even think about walking out of the room on her own. As long as he’d waited to finally be able to do this… He was going to make absolutely sure that everyone knew she was his.
He parted her legs with his body, centering himself over her. Rhiannon’s hands went for the hem of his tee shirt, tugging it up and throwing it to the floor nearby. Drew eyed her dress hungrily, his hands venturing down, pushing it up around her hips and then tugging it up, throwing it to the floor to settle softly next to his discarded shirt. He leaned down, a hand going beneath her to catch in the clasp of her bra and as soon as he had that free, he was tossing it to the floor too. His eyes roamed downward, settling on her panties before locking eyes with her again as he licked his lips and chuckled quietly, lowering himself.
Rhiannon’s hips rocked upward almost the second she felt his teeth sliding over her skin, catching here and there before giving the waistband of her panties a tug. As he continued to work them down her legs with his mouth, she shivered and whimpered softly, the feel of his facial hair and his tongue against her skin sending goosebumps all over her body. Her legs fell open wide and once her panties reached her ankles, she kicked them free quickly, raising to sit, her hands going for the waistband of his jeans. Drew lowered her hands, nodding to the mattress, that firm look in his eyes. “Oh no y’ don’t. Ah’m th’ one whose goin’ t’ take care ‘f you.” he licked his lips, holding her gaze. His hand lowered to the button on his jeans almost painfully slow and Rhiannon whimpered, swallowing hard, her eyes darting down, watching the movement of his hand almost intently. “It goes both ways.” she muttered quietly, raising her hand, fingers going for the zip.
Drew chuckled and allowed it, shivering as she took the chance to palm at the way he strained hard against his jeans before finally unzipping them. The second she’d gotten them unzipped, Drew was standing, earning him a pout from her. He discarded his shoes and then tugged down his pants. Drew sank down to his knees in front of her, pulling her closer to him on the bed, flashing her a hungry look before parting her legs, his hands gripping her hips as he started to work his mouth up the inside of her thighs. Rhiannon shivered and moaned quietly, propping on her elbows, biting her lip as she gazed down at him. Between the burn she felt from his beard against the inside of her thighs and the fact that he stopped to nip and suck at her skin, she felt her heels digging into his shoulders and her fingers already starting to grip at the bedcovers. “Fuck.”
Her whimpers and quiet groans had him smirking against her skin, daring to sink his teeth in a little more, leave more marks. She rocked her hips upward, trying to get closer. Her fingers were tangling in his hair, tugging, trying to guide his mouth upward. He dug his fingers into her hips to keep her still and she gave a pleading whimper.
Drew all but stopped, gazing up at her, taking in the sight of her with her face all flushed and her eyes fluttering open and shut. He could feel her tensing and he muttered lazily against her skin, “Relax.” - almost in a firm command. “Get as loud as y’ want.” he encouraged as his mouth started to roam higher. He moved his hand away from her hip, trailing it almost teasingly over her dripping core, meeting her gaze again. “Put yer legs over my shoulders.” he instructed as he pulled her closer, his tongue ghosting right up her center as he buried his fingers deep inside and dug his other hand into her hip to hold her as still as he could. “Dat’s a girl. And so fookin wet already. Good.” he muttered as his tongue circled her clit slowly, making her whimper a little louder, the sound echoing off the wall only to be muted by the music that seemed to filter through the walls from the party going on down the hall.
Rhiannon tried to rock her hips against his mouth and fingers but his grip was too tight. She whimpered a little louder, begging because he seemed to be enjoying this slow torture he was dishing out. “Drew, please… Now?” she breathed out, her fingers digging into the bedding a little more, gripping at his hair a little tighter.
Drew groaned as the taste of her hit his tongue and he stopped to gaze up at her again, biting his lip and giving her a smirk. Hearing her beg for it was… Hotter than anything he’d ever allowed himself to imagine. And it only seemed to bring out his teasing side, because he dipped his head again, trailing a straight line up her folds and then dragging his tongue outward in a curve to form the letter D.
Rhiannon’s whimpers turned to moans and she bit her lip, sucking in several sharp breaths. Drew’s fingertips dug into her hip tighter and he chuckled because he felt her starting to shake. Daring to tease just a little more, he dragged his tongue between her folds and worked his fingers even deeper inside, scissoring and massaging, his tongue plunging in, another growl at the thickening taste of her on his tongue.
“Fook.” he swore against her heat, his tongue slipping out as his fingers continued to work her open and stretch her. She tried again to buck her hips and get more friction, just a little more, but tears of frustration built when she realized that thanks to his grip on her hip, she really didn’t have much movement and that was exactly the way he wanted it. As his tongue trailed another straight line and then the two curves required to form the R in his name, Rhiannon’s heels dug into his back and she whimpered loud enough that the sound seemed to echo through the room. Drew smirked against her core and muttered calmly, “Louder, Riri. C’mon.. Ah want da whole party t’ know whose da one makin y’ feel so fookin good right now, princess.”
“Drew, fuck.. C’mon, please..” Rhiannon breathed out, gasping as she nearly choked up when his tongue plunged back deep into her cunt, swirling and competing with his finger’s scissoring and fucking into her deep and fast. “Please what?” he asked, gazing up at her as he came to a stop. He’d felt her tense up again and determined to keep her right on the edge until she was a whimpering and dripping mess beneath him had him stopping, just to let her back away from the edge. Her heels were digging lightly into his back and her hands had a white knuckle grip on his hair and the bedding beneath her body. The flush of her cheeks, that tongue dragging slowly over kiss swollen lips had him biting his lip and giving another quiet groan as he turned his attention back to what he’d been doing, muttering against her soft skin simply, “Patient, princess. Be patient. Y’ won’t be able t’ walk when ah’m done with y’, princess. Dat’s a promise.”
“But it feels so… Fuck..” Rhiannon trailed off as she felt him starting to drag his tongue over her folds all over again, tracing an E into them this time, sending a shiver through her entire body in the process. Her whimpers and moans were starting to get a little louder, and Drew gave a louder groan of his own as he felt her body tensing up, felt her really starting to drip and puddle, his tongue lowering to her thigh to chase up her juices as he glanced up at her. He could look at her and tell she was teetering right on the edge, literally all it would take was him saying it was okay, telling her she could get off.
But not yet.
His head dipped again, his nose bumping against her pelvic mound as his tongue worked it’s way back up, ghosting over her folds, circling her clit and maybe for just the briefest of seconds, allowing his teeth to gently graze against the circular bundle of nerves which only made her moan louder, try again to rock her hips urgently. And then, he started to trail the shape of a W into her cunt, burying his tongue inside deep, his tongue and his fingers massaging and scissoring as she got wetter and wetter. “Wot’s wrong, princess?” he asked the question lazily, his voice sending a jolt of pleasure through her body as her fingers tugged at his hair, trying to push his head down lower, guide his mouth back down where she needed it most as her back arched and her free hand dug into the bedding beneath her even harder, fingers going numb at the grip she had on the bedding.
“Drew, p-please. Now.” Rhiannon’s head tilted back slightly, her tongue moving slowly over her lips as she took a few deep breaths and fought back the sting of frustrated tears.
Like before, he repeated himself firmly, shaking his head as he paused to look up at her from his position between her thighs. “Not yet. But if y’ keep gettin louder for me…” his tongue trailed over his lips and she shivered, pouting, trying to squirm where he had her pinned against the mattress, to rub against him somehow, get any little bit of friction she could manage.
But Drew wasn’t having it.
Apparently, he was going to keep slowly pushing her close to the edge, only to stop and guide her away.
When she felt his tongue join his fingers buried deep inside her cunt, she arched her back and her hand went back to his hair, tugging, almost pushing his mouth down closer. She was grateful she had even that little bit of motion left between the way he held her hip in place and the fact that she was so fucking close that it literally had her shaking and blurred dots lining her vision already.
Her cries echoed off the walls of the dimly lit room; louder with each one that left her lips. Drew groaned out loud as his tongue swirled faster and his fingers dug into her hips harder, almost a bruising grip. He felt her tensing up all over again and he muttered against her dripping core, “Know what ah want t’ do after this, hmm?”
“W-what’s that?” Rhiannon gasped out, trying to catch her breath, trying to keep the orgasm threatening to rip through her at bay just a little bit longer. Almost failing at it too. She locked eyes with him, giving him her most pleading look; prepared to beg if she had to. It almost felt like she was definitely going to have to resort to that.
Drew nodded to the window and licked the taste of her off his lips, coming back up her body to pull her into a deep and slow kiss while continuing to fuck his fingers deep into her cunt, his thumb lightly circling and pressing or toying with her clit as he did so. “Ah want t’ take y’ right against dat window. Y’ want me t’ do et, princess?”
Rhiannon’s head fell back and she rocked herself upward against his fingers buried inside as she moaned out loud “Fuck, please Drew…” as the kiss broke and his fingers scissoring, thrusting movements sped up just a little. Just enough so that for a few seconds, she was getting enough friction to catch her breath and back away from that edge just a little.
And then he was lowering himself again, back between her legs, throwing one over each shoulder as he raised her hip, gripping them both with his hands. This time, his tongue buried deep in her cunt, swirling and licking greedily as he growled and the warmth of his breath and his heavy facial scruff tickled at her skin and pushed her even closer. Thrusting her hips against his mouth, Rhiannon took full advantage at the sudden freedom to move she had, rocking her hips for him and sending his tongue deeper inside.
“Fook.” he groaned out against her skin. “Faster, princess. C’mon, keep et up. Want y’ screamin m’ name.”
“Ugh, fuck.. Drew.. I’m.. I’m..” Rhiannon was dangerously close to giving in to the intense orgasm built, a breath away. Drew nipped her pelvic mound, gazing up at her, that smirk on his face. “Let go, princess.”
And she did, shaking and gripping the bedding beneath her. Drew licking her clean greedily and then raising up, dragging the back of his hand over his mouth as he lowered himself, crashing his mouth against her mouth. As the kiss broke, Rhiannon’s eyes settled on the window and then her gaze shifted down to Drew’s cock. He couldn’t stop the curious smirk he gave, not that he wanted to. “Wot do y’ wan’ t’ do? Use yer words.”
“I’d rather show you.” Rhiannon muttered in a lust-filled daze, biting her lip as she nodded towards the window again. Drew chuckled and started to walk away, standing there, beckoning her to him. Rhiannon slipped off the bed, tip toeing across the room, pulling his mouth down against her own again. Drew’s hands were all over her, gripping and squeezing and leaving his fair share of handprints behind. She was just about to sink to her knees in front of him but he bit his lip, stepping away, then stopping in front of her, staring down at her all over again as he pressed himself into her heavily. “Turn around.”
“Drew..”
“Turn around, love. Press against th’ window.” Drew muttered the words against her neck lazily. Under his firm gaze, she did as asked, turning away. Almost the second she felt his cock slip between her thighs, grazing right against tender and throbbing folds, she whimpered and a shiver ran through her body, making him chuckle against her neck just before sinking his teeth in and letting his lips latch on. “Feel good?”
“Mhm.. so good. It’s gonna feel so much better when you’re finally fucking me.. Please...C’mon.” Rhiannon begged, daring to wiggle her ass against him, making his cock graze against her all over again and Drew growled as his arm wrapped around her, his hand dipping down and disappearing between her thighs. She whimpered louder and he groaned as he felt her shake just a little. “Tender, hm?”
“A little bit, yeah.”
“Just wait til ah’m done wit’ y.. Yer not goin’ t’ be able t’ move.” Drew’s voice against her skin was husky, the warmth of his breath tickling her skin along with the coarse beard. Rhiannon gripped the edges of the window, bracing herself as Drew’s fingers continued to lazily circle her clit, applying light pressure, toying with the bundle of throbbing nerves until she was moaning his name, breathless and begging even louder.
His other hand roamed upward, squeezing her breasts, briefly lingering at the base of her throat as he grazed his cock against her all over again, teasing the tip between her folds. When she bit her lip and bucked her ass against him urgently, a series of frantic begging whimpers falling from her lips and echoing off the walls. He chuckled as it clicked and he realized that maybe she had a thing about the way his hand rested against her throat.
“Fuck. Please.. C’mon, Drew, I need you… inside me..” Rhiannon begged, a pleading moan coming next as she felt his fingers squeezing into her throat just a little bit. He growled against her ear, a dark chuckle following as he sank into her slowly, almost carefully and went still, gasping against the shell of her ear, “So fookin tight.” and nipped at it. When he felt her starting to relax, he started to slam into her hard and slow, as deep as he could get. Rhiannon met his thrusts into her with her own rocking motions, the pace between them syncing easily, even though she was dying for him to go faster, harder.. His hand squeezed at her throat a little harder and he gave another low chuckle. “Y’ like my ‘and around yer throat, do y’?”
“Mhm.. Oh.. -oh fuck… right there, baby.. C’mon, fuck me harder.” Rhiannon begged aloud before she ever realized she’d done it and Drew groaned, slamming into her harder and slower, making sure she felt every single inch of his thick length as it sank deep into her womb. The way she squeezed around him had him taking it slower, stilling to nip at her neck and leave little bite marks all over her neck, muttering against her skin how good it felt to fuck her, asking her at one point, “Do y’ like et? Knowin dat anybody who walks by th’ window can see me fucking y’? Answer me, princess.”
“Y-yes. Fuck. Right there, c’mon. Harder, baby.” Rhiannon begged, her back arching against him, his hand gripping her hip tight as he started to really slam into her from behind, pressing into her, pressing her right up against the window.
“Harder, hm?” Drew questioned, giving her throat another little squeeze. Rhiannon whimpered as the dizzying intensity of another orgasm began to sneak it’s way through her, a slow and lazy build because Drew was purposely keeping them at a slow and steady pace. Her body pressed against the cool glass of the window and she could see him behind her in the reflection of the window, her fingers gripping the edges tighter as she did her best to stay upright. The harder and deeper he slammed into her, the better it felt. The more intense it got. His hand moved down from her throat, resting against her other hip as he pulled her hips back against him, slamming into her just a little faster.
Drew could feel her walls clenching around his cock and he drove into her a little slower, muttering lazily against her neck, “Feels so fookin good. Y’ take me so well, princess.” as he stilled just to keep himself on the edge of his own rapidly building orgasm. When he bottomed out and she tensed, a long and drawn out moan leaving her lips as her head fell back, the back of it resting against his chest, he growled quietly. “Ah know y’ can get louder. Let me hear et, love.”
And as he started to speed up again, slamming into her harder and deeper, his hands gripping her hips tighter, tight enough to leave handprints behind, Rhiannon caught sight of someone lurking around nearby. “Someone’s watching.”
Drew stilled, leaning forward to glance out the window from behind her and he caught sight of her pout. “Wot’s th’ pout for?”
“You stopped. Fuck, c’mon. Need…” Rhiannon whimpered out, rocking her hips back against him, driving him deep into her womb, a satisfied and almost wanton moan leaving her mouth as she licked her lips and continued to sink herself onto his cock, over and over. Drew had to grip her hip and his other hand wandered up, resting over her hand where it gripped the edge of the window and he pressed himself into her heavily. “Y’ need what, love?”
“You.. don’t stop.. Oh fuck I’m… I’m so close.” Rhiannon managed to breathe out, earning her a chuckle as Drew muttered, “Ef we’re goin’ t’ ‘ave an audience, maybe we should give ‘em a show?” mostly in teasing, but when Rhiannon started to really buck her hips back against him and cause him to bottom out, he growled quietly, his teeth nipping at her neck as he muttered against her ear all over again, “Y’ like that, do y?”
“I like anything that involves you not stopping. Fuck… Drew, baby..” Rhiannon begged as he started to pound away at her harder and just a little faster. She gave herself over to the pleasure, the way it felt to have his body pressed firmly against her own, his hands and mouth all over her, the way it felt to be filled and stretched by his cock. “Faster, c’mon.. Please?”
“So fuckin wet. Yer drippin.” Drew growled out against her neck, nipping at it as he sped up, his hips smacking against her body joining the sounds of their labored breathing and the loud moans and begging Rhiannon was doing. “And y’ take me so well.”
Whoever had been watching was forgotten, the two of them caught up in each other, and yet, the person remained.
Rhiannon whimpered aloud, moaning his name over and over as Drew bottomed out over and over again, his cock going deeper, buried balls deep inside her. When he felt her tighten around her, he tried to slow down, but Rhiannon kept slamming her hips back against him, begging for it. “I’m so close, c’mon.. Please Drew?”
“So ah’m ah.” Drew growled against her ear as he slammed into her harder and deeper, his hips erratic smack against her backside echoing around them and competing with their combined cries and heavy breathing. “Don’t wanna stop.” he grunted as she clenched him deep inside, her release coating him, flooding and dripping and spurring him right over the edge also. He leaned against her heavily, hands gripping her hips to hold her upright, taking deep breaths as he throbbed and emptied inside her, his lips moving over her neck in a slow frenzy as he let them both come down from the high of their orgasm.
Rhiannon turned around to face him, pressing against him and Drew picked her up, carrying her back to the bed where they collapsed, spent, a tangle of arms and legs. “If y’ think dat’s somethin, love… wait til round two when ah get y’ back to our place. There are rooms dat need t’ be broken in…” Drew’s finger trailed over her lips, then down, tracing the line between her breasts. Rhiannon leaned in, teeth tugging at his lower lip as she muttered lazily against his mouth, “Challenge accepted.”
“Let’s get outta ‘ere.” Drew asked, gathering their clothes, holding hers out to her, chuckling as he helped her start to re-dress...
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Danganronpa Ultimate Talent Development Plan: Miu Iruma/Keebo/Yamato Kisaragi (DRA)
Man, I’m...I’m feeling kinda randy today...maybe I’m just excited to see Keebo...
He did ask me to upgrade one of his functions after all...speaking of which...
Where the hell is that robo-bastard? If he doesn’t show up soon, I’m gonna start cutting throats!
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UGH! Where the fuck IS he!?
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Keebo! There you are! Bold of you to keep my golden brain wai-
-ting...wait...Huh!?
Alright, but consider this. I can give you any function you want AND I can import it into you really fast with no effort!
AND, I’ll do it completely for free! No strings attached!
Hmm...well I’m not currently being charged for my maintenance, but you make a convincing argument...But still...
What’s wrong? D-Do you doubt my talent?
No! Of course I don’t! It’s just...well...
All I want is to help and take a look to see how you function! I have no plans to modify you in any way, shape or form without your permission!
Plus, I’m a much better guy for maintenance that someone like HER...
Like “her?” Are you perhaps talking about-
HEY! DICK-TWISTERS!
GAAH!
AH! Miu!?
Well, well, speak of the devil! Miu Iruma herself! No one asked you to come here you-
Shut the fuck up, Yam-asshole Kiss-your-ass-i! I’m here for Keebo, so go suck your own dick and get out of my sight!
It’s YAMATO KI-SA-RA-GI!
Miu, listen. I don’t know how much of that you heard, but I assure you I-
No, don’t even try it! I’m not stupid Keebo…
You’re...cheating on me, aren’t you?
Miu, don’t phrase it like that!
N-Now normally...I-I wouldn’t mind...that k-kinda thing is...sort of tantalising...
But of all people, why THIS guy!? What’s he got over me!?
It’s obvious if you think about it...
It’s because I’m the better inventor and the more trustworthy of the two of us...
In your dreams asswipe!
Well, unlike SOME people, I make inventions that are beneficial to society!
The fuck does that mean!? My inventions are SUPER beneficial!
Name one!
Ok! How about those glasses I made that allows you to see through clothes!?
Wh-Where do I even begin with that one?
Why do you sound so disappointed!? There’s a ton of perverted assfaces out there that would be creaming their pants over an invention like that!
What you’re doing with your inventions is making waste to the valuable resources the academy provides for you!
If I leave Keebo to you, you’ll probably modify him with yet another erotic function!
Yamato, wait! Listen to me for a mo-
Bold of you to assume that all my work is pervy! I’ve made loads of inventions that do really useful stuff!
Well, THIS oughta be good...
I’ve made amazing inventions that lets people work while they sleep, eat while they sleep, read while they sleep-
Th-They all involve sleeping...That is...
the most obsolete and lame idea I have ever heard from another inventor!
C-Can the two of you just listen to me for a mome-
Listen here, Kiss-your-ass-i! I’m the one true Ultimate Inventor! NOT YOU! Keebo is MINE!
Insulting me is one thing; one thing I’m more willing to accept. But if you bring my genius inventions into this, then I’ll carve you wide open with a chainsaw!
He doesn’t belong to you! And I don’t trust you with him either! As for the chainsaw, I invite you to try!
Tch...Desperate times call for desperate measures!
WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP AND LISTEN FOR ONE MOMENT!?
AAAH!
Yowch that’s bright!
My apologies, but it was the only way I could get both of your attentions...
Yamato. As I mentioned already, you make a very convincing argument.
If I was to go to you for maintenance, I believe I would come out of it with a nice clean body and effectively working functions...
Hah! But of course you would!
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But in regards toy your offer....Sorry, but my answer is no.
Huh!?
Huh!?
In all honesty, I can perfectly understand why you don’t trust Miu to handle me...
She is foul-mouthed, rude, and most of what she says is unintelligible nonsense...
But the one thing she isn’t is untrustworthy.
For example, recall the flashlight function in my eyes that you beheld only moments ago...I was not created with that function.
Don’t tell me...
Huh? O-Oh yeah, I-I gave him that...
And that is but one of many useful bodily functions Miu has given me.
I don’t doubt your skills as an inventor are any less than Miu’s, but she is my classmate and one of my most trusted friends...
So for the time being, I will let her handle my maintenance...
I-I feel so loved!
Keebo, you piece of shit, come here!
Ah...uh...I take it you’re happy?
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Ahahaha….Well, if that’s your choice, then who am I to disagree with you?
Listen Iruma...I still don’t like you very much, and have no intention of taking back what I said about your inventions uses...
But I’m happy knowing that Keebo’s in good hands for maintenance.
Yeah, yeah, whatevs. So Keebo, about that thing you asked me about.
Turns out it’s gonna be a lot harder to get it done that I first thought...
Oh...well, if nothing can be done about it, then I suppose it’s alright...
Hold on, what’s this about?
Huh? Not that it’s any of your business, but Keebo came to me with an idea for a function the other day...
I’m unable to consume food, so I was going to ask Miu if she could incorporate an eating function into me...but it appears that may not be possible...
Then here’s an idea: Why don’t you invent artificial foods that only Kiibo can eat? Stuff he can digest and also feel the taste?
Huh...that’s...not a bad idea...
Oh, but wait...I guess there’s a chance that the food might gum up his joints and circuits, right?
No, no! There’s a way around that! Modify the food to disintegrate after he swallows it! He doesn’t need to shit, so there’s no worry about it exiting his body another way, right?
Oh man that’s awesome! That’s seriously genius!
Well if you hadn’t come up with the idea of the food first, I wouldn’t have-
Er....
Ah...
If I may intervene for a moment...
What I said about your talent earlier Yamato, was genuinely how I feel.
I believe you are worthy of sharing the title of Ultimate Inventor with Miu, no matter how much she disagrees.
If you two can come up with an eating function for me, then why not accept you have things in common and work together?
...
L-Looking forward to working with you...Miu Iruma…
Same here...Y-Yamato Kisaragi...
Yamato Kisaragi and Danganronpa Another Despair Academy are created and owned by LINUJ
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