#'im going to beat you at your own game daddy. im going to fuck your wife.“

[xrosevoidx]

veronica besty dont. dont compare yourself to oedipus thats not- that means something else. veronica.

[poppy-metal]

IM GOING BACK TO COACH PATRICK, FUCK IT

because he like. he knows how awful this is - you're like, probably barely twenty, for christsake. but you look at him with such dumbstruck adoration and he realises what it's like to hold that kind of real power over someone for the first time and he wonders if this is what him and art looked like that sunny afternoon watching tashi play.

and he knows hes a horrible, perverted, gross old man, because your backstroke is as clean and powerful as hers was. your cloying, puppy-dog voice whenever you're trying to get something you want is just like his. and maybe you're just a really fucking good tennis player. maybe he's making the resemblances up in his head.

but it doesnt matter because when you're face-down in your frilly pink bed begging for him to "fuck me harder, daddy, please, fuck--" he can pretend.

of course, he actually comes down to the even more horrible realization he might be in love with you. outside of your resemblance to his former lovers. which is a whole nother can of worms.

as is the first big tennis event you attend with patrick zweig as your coach - running right into the donaldsons. who think your game is great, and wouldn't you like to play with them sometime?

-toxic poly kit ♡

tw for: TOXIC POLYCULE IN THE MAKING. LIKE SO TOXIC. LIKE TASHI AND PATRICK ARE NOT GOOD PEOPLE AND NEITHER IS ART FOR THAT MATTER. READER NEEDS TO BE FAR AWAY FROM THESE PEOPLE BUT HER FATE IS SEALED.

cw: toxic age gap dynamics, cheating (not really but it feels like it), everyone but reader being a POS. age play talk hinted at but not explicitly on page, mommy and daddy kink. some dubcon mentioned as well.

I'm playing with the idea in my head of patrick using you as a distraction (at first) and later on - a way to get art and tashis attention. he knows them. he knows that seeing him be the coach of some up and coming tennis prodigy would grind their gears. you notice how tense he is on the day you play against donaldson - how much seriously he'd taken preparing you for this match. and you can see why. you're excellent, but art wipes the floor with you. you keep up as best you can but you've never gone against someone that intense before. by the end you're dripping sweat in rivers and panting. you feel sick, thinking you let down patrick, but when you meet him he's ecstatic. grinning ear to ear. he said he knew you wouldn't beat art - that wasn't the point. the point was to make him sweat a little, and you had. you'd gained both his and tashis attention with your style. he promises to take you out for ice cream later - he just needs to talk to some old friends first.

you wait for hours before you get antsy and go looking for him, the hotel you're staying at is big and the room is lonely without him. you look but you can't find him anywhere. it takes you awhile before you think to check the donaldsons suite. you ask the desk lady what room they're staying in and are surprised when she gives you a room key. says your name is on their guest list, along with patricks. you blink but take the key anyway. it's strange to you, you'd never met art or his coach - wife - before today. even though you'd seen them plenty on TV. you'd look up to them if you weren't already so spellbound by patrick.

you're naive, because you don't think to knock before going in - your mind just wants to see your coach - be near him, you don't mind at all that it's probably rude to drag him away from his friends.

you should have knocked.

you halt in the doorway as the sight before you registers. slowly like through molasses.

alot of bare skin. you recognize patricks body immediately, having felt it against your own plenty of times.

it's not just his body though. it's his and tashis and arts and they're all undressed and tashi is riding - she's riding patrick like she's done it a hundred times before, moaning loudly as she bounces up and down on that same cock you've felt inside you. patricks hands are on her waist - gripping her like a lifeline. you can hear his grunts too, he's chanting her name - over and over again in reverence. in adoration. your stomach twists.

and art, the man who'd you gone toe to toe with on the other side of the net just hours before is lying beside the two writhing bodies, slowly stroking his cock as he bites his bottom lip, seeming content to watch for the moment.

none of them heard you come in.

you don't know why you stand and watch for as long as you do. some twisted sense of masochism. you feel stupid you think, for thinking you meant anything to patrick other than a tight body to fuck and a ticket to land him where he is now. you feel stupid and so you burn this Image into your head and let it hurt you so you'll learn to not be this stupid ever again.

morbidly, you think of how beautiful they all look together. and how this isn't the first time they've all slept together. the ease of which their bodies move is too fluid.

tashi leans down and you get a view of her bare pussy split around patricks cock - she murmurs something to him, something that makes his fingers come around and dig into her ass as he hisses her name. something that makes arts hand speed up on his cock.

it's when his fist is wrapped around his tip that his eyes flick to the door idily - your eyes connect and his hand freezes on his dick. his pink lips part in shock and he sits up, the motion catching tashis attention and she turns her head, hips still moving on patrick. and something about that - about locking gazes with tashi in particular - sends you stumbling back.

you spin around and dart out of the room. you hear the sound of shuffling, patrick cursing and then calling your name but you're already gone. slamming the door behind you.

you don't really have anywhere to go. patrick drove you here. you're completely dependent on him to go back home. but the thought of patrick finding you right now, all pathetic and confused and heartsick - you can't stomach it.

you don't go back to the room. you leave the hotel entirely. lost in a city you've never been too.

in your pajamas.

people give you strange looks as you pass by and eventually you find a bar. you're not old enough to drink yet - but you're older than 18, so you're allowed in. you wish you could have a shot, but you settle for a glass of coke and cradle the glass in your hands, thinking about what to do.

you'll have to go back eventually.

or you could uber home? it'd be expensive as hell, given you were states away from home. you patted your bottoms stupidly only to realize you'd left your phone in the room.

great. you'd definitely have to face patrick.

you imagined the pitying look he'd give you. like you really thought he had any loyalty to you, that you were special. like his little girlfriend or something. stupid. stupid girl.

you blink in suprise when someone recognizes you from today's match, wanting your autograph. it gives you a moment of levity. at least you have tennis. you did really like the sport. you wanted to keep getting better at it. but could you do that under patrick still? with how you felt? you didn't know. the thought of seeing him at all made you want to throw up.

you spitefully hoped he felt like shit but you doubted he did. you at least hoped he was panicking about where you were. the stress was the least he could suffer.

you dont know how long you sat there. the ice cubes in your coke long since melted. you hadn't yet taken a sip - when you felt someone sit next to you. and a wash of elegant fragrance hit your nose. whoever it was, they had to be rich.

you peeked at them and your fingers twitched around your glass in shock.

tashi.

every hair perfectly in place. dressed to the nines in a simple black slip dress. looking stunning and beautiful and not at all affected by earlier events.

she tilted her head at you, “coke? really?” her lips curl. “don't you think you deserve something stronger?”

your lips part. you dont know what to say to this woman. this woman patrick is obviously in love with. you should spit in her face.

“im not old enough.” is what you say instead. meekly.

“jesus patrick,” she says under her breath. his name on her mouth makes your gut churn. she pinches her brow like she's tired. “at least tell me you're legal.”

“im nineteen” you tell her, a little petulant. you didn't like being treated like a child. well. except those times when patrick - no. don't think about him.

tashis manicured nails tap against the bartop as she studies you. you are reminded of how under dressed you are in comparison to her and twitch under her analytical gaze.

“that's some backhand.” she tells you conversationally and you don't know what to say to that. she's talking to you about tennis right now?

“thank you.” you're compelled to tell her anyway. an automatic response to her praise, which you sense doesn't come often.

it's strange that you want to cry and kick her and ask her for a hug all at the same time.

“have you always been that good?”

you stare down into the liquid of your glass, frowning.

tashi sighs. “you're hurt.” a statement. a noted fact. “patrick didn't tell you about us.”

tears prick your eyes. you don't look at her. so fucking stupid.

“have you been fucking him?”

you glance at her in suprise and she smiles. sly.

“I know you are, actually.”

“he told you?”

“no. but it's obvious.”

you go quiet again.

tashi fills the silence easily. “he's losing his mind looking for you right now. I don't think I've seen him so worried about someone other than himself.”

you try to ignore the way your heart jumps hopefully. fail. stupid. stupid.

“it doesn't matter.” you tell her. “why are you telling me this? you won him.”

she raises a brow.

“there's no winning patrick zweig. hes about as loyal as a dog. which is to say - he'll lick whoever holds a hand out.”

you don't know why you have the desire to defend patrick. you just don't like the way she's talking down about him. you don't think she's right, which is insane to think considering the situation you're in.

but had he ever promised you loyalty?

“you love him.”

another statement.

you don't bother denying it, either.

tashi hums. seeming to appreciate the lack of bullshitting. she shoulders her little clutch and flips her hair smoothly. everything about her is smooth, she moves effortlessly like water.

you can see why patrick wants her.

“come with me.” her hand slips into the dip of your elbow. you don't fight her as she tugs you up. she pays your tab - just an undrunk coke. “I'll get you something real to drink back at the hotel.”

you flinch at the reminder of the scene you walked in on. she sees it and squeezes your arm, guiding you outside. for some reason unknown to you, it comforts you. the touch somehow dominant and maternal all at once. you let her lead you back to the hotel like a lost little lamb.

when you get back to her room - patrick is immediately in your space - he's frantic and relieved and angry all at once. big hands cupping your face. holding you back to inspect you for any damages. worried eyes flicking up and down your body. his fingers dig into your shoulders and he gives you a little shake when he decides you're okay.

“dont ever pull that shit again.” his voice has that serious, pissed tone to it that usually makes your pussy wet. and well, it still does. but now you're genuinely upset.

you smack his hands off you. “don't tell me what to fucking do. you're my coach not my dad. I don't report to you.”

his eyes flash. his jaw ticks. you hate how fucking beautiful he is when he's angry. you hate that you know the reason his hair is wild and stuck in all directions and his shirt is on inside out is because he'd been in the middle of fucking another woman.

said woman who is pouring herself a glass of wine and watching the interaction with thinly veiled interest. art comes up to her, touches her arm, and she gives him a look, seeming to communicate alot with just that. he bites his lip and leans his hip against the dresser, watching you too.

“im not your daddy, huh?” patrick says, mean. “funny because that's not what you said last night when I was inside that tight cun -”

your palm rings from the slap you deliver. his head snaps to the side with the force of it. your eyes burn and you shove a finger into his chest. he looks down at you in shock, his cheek red from your handprint, lips parted as you get in his face.

“and you'll never feel it again.” you tell him, chin wobbling. you force it straight. “I don't want your fucking slimy hands on me ever again.”

patrick works his jaw. licks his teeth and you realize you'd slapped him hard enough to split his lip when he tongues the beading of blood there.

“you're a child.” he tells you. cold.

you glare up at him.

“yeah, one you couldn't keep your dick out of despite being in love with two other people. fucking pervert. I bet you signed up to coach all those girls because no one your age would fuck you and some jailbait pussy would be good for your bruised ego, huh.”

patrick is looking at you like he wants to wrap his hands around your neck and choke you. you almost wish he would. your pulse hammers wildly in your throat, and you shoot a look at tashi and art over his shoulder and she dips her head - something about that motion - like she's giving her approval for you to go on, makes you lick your lips and continue -

“and I bet when I threw myself at you and begged for private lessons it felt real fucking nice to be wanted like that. to have someone in the palm of your hand that thought the world of you, only because she couldn't see the real you -” you step closer, craning your neck to meet him. “- but I see the real you now patrick. and I know you're nothing but a bumfuck loser who couldn't amount to anything on his own, so you had no choice but to manipulate someone more naive than you into thinking you were hot shit.” you gesture to tashi and art. “and they're married, patrick. they're in love. you'll never fully be apart of what they have, but you'll keep taking scraps because you're fucking pathetic when it comes down to it.”

“stop fucking talking.” he grits out. he looks, for the first time, like he hates you. “you don't know shit, little girl.”

good.

“you're right I don't.” you step back. “I don't think I can begin to grasp the dynamic going on here between the three of you, but I do know I want no part in it.”

you reach behind you for the door. “im going back to the room. do what you want and then take me the fuck home tomorrow.”

the snick of the door closing sounds more like a resounding slam. patrick stares at the empty space you occupied and swallows heavily. his chest aches. he rubs his jaw.

“I like her.” tashi says, coming up behind patrick. her breasts push against his back through her dress but he doesn't feel anything. “she reminds me of me at that age. is that why you fucked her?”

patricks lip twist to the side and he steps away from her. turns and glares even though he knows this shit is all his own fault.

“she's nothing like you.” he spits.

“she is and she isn't.” art says. he'd been chewing on his nail, elbow propped up on the dresser. “she has tashis fire. but she's sensitive. vulnerable, too. you really fucked her up, man.”

a pang hits patrick right in the stomach.

“I dont know how to fix it.” he admits miserably. he squeezes his hands into fists. runs a hand through his disheveled hair. puffs out a breath. “she fucking hates me.”

“it'll make her a better player.”

“jesus, tashi. that's not what this was about-”

“I know.” she shrugs. “but it will. she might even beat art next time.”

art snorts, but he doesn't disagree. a big part of him feels so bad for you - he sees himself in you, too. that adoration you had for patrick. that hope and fragile tender heart. it was unfortunate you'd gotten wrapped up in patrick and tashis orbit just like he was, because there really was no escape. you could let it eat you alive and make you miserable, or you could jump into the fire and let the flames consume you. art had made his choice long ago, but the decision hadn't been easy. he just hoped it didn't break you, in the end. he had liked playing with you. would like to do so again.

tashi slid her hand up patricks arm.

he inhaled, “I dont know if…”

“its alright.” she told him, running her other hand down his stomach and cupping his already hard cock through his slacks. patrick moaned, unable to help himself. swaying into her. “I want you to tell me about her while you fuck me.”

arts cock twitched in his sweats despite himself. he swallowed at about the same time patrick did.

“tash.” patrick groaned as she undid the buttons - slid his pants down and gripped his flushed cock. “you're so fucked up.”

tashi just grinned, using her grip on his cock as a leash as she stepped back pulling him with her - art watched like a hungry hawk. already sliding his own hand into his sweats to grip himself.

tashi layed back on the bed like a cat, spread her thighs as patrick leaned over her - guided him inside her -

“tell me how tight she is.” tashi whispered right as he slid home and patricks eyes fluttered shut with a groan as he rocked his hips. tashi gripped his ass to pull him fully against her. “tell me.” she panted.

“she's - fuck - she's so fucking tight. has the smallest fucking pussy -”

tashi hummed and licked her lips - “mm, I bet. did she bleed the first time?”

art cursed as his cock throbbed. tashi looked over at him with a knowing glint in her eyes as he flushed with shame. tugged on his cock helplessly as he waited with baited breath for patricks answer.

“Yeah. shit, yeah.” patrick hunched over tashi, working his hips faster. the smack of their flesh starting to fill the room. “but she wanted it. so fucking much - fucking - fuck - begged me to put it in again when I pulled out.”

tashis eyes fluttered, her own flush filling her cheeks. art realized she was getting off on this too, it wasn't just about teasing patrick. art groaned. his wife was such a fucking sadist and he loved her for it.

“begged her daddy to break her little virgin pussy in -” she goaded, wrapping her legs around him. “know she calls you that. can see it all over her face. you're such a dirty old man.” she moaned, the insult having no heat with how turned on she sounded by it. “she's in her room crying and her daddys gonna cum in my pussy thinking about fucking his little girl.”

jesus christ.

the sound patrick let out was animalistic. he pressed tashi down into the bed - fucked her hard and fast and tashi squealed - wrapped her arm around his shoulder and whispered dark things in his ear that art couldn't hear but just the image of it all - the debauchery of what they were all doing- getting off to you- he was so close -

“should've made her stay - should've fucked the brat out of her while me and art watched - should have fucked me in front of her and made her lick your cum out of my pussy, fuck. I wanna see you fuck her - I wanna see how that tight little pussy takes this big cock - you're not gonna listen to her are you? she doesn't mean it. she wants you to touch her, she wants you to force yourself into her disobedient cunt and show her who her daddy is. she doesn't control you. daddy fucks who he wants. she needs to be punished - she needs - fuck - she needs to be broken in more - you should let me do it - let mommy have a go at her - let me play with your little girls pussy - let art have her too. we'll show her. we'll make her good again for her daddy -”

dark promises whispered and pressed against patricks ear until he came inside her with a roar. imagining you under him, with all of them there, watching him force his load deep inside you.

in your room, you lay on the hotel bed and wondered what the future would hold. for the first time, you were nervous about it.

[twochildreninamoteldemo]

Hi Maven!! Same q to everyone this week: what are your top 3 wincest episodes, and why?

ok im gonna cheat and do this in 2 ways hehe

a) top 3 sam/dean episodes

3. A Very Supernatural Christmas: has the samulet (their engagement ring, obviously!), you can palpably feel the isolation, the neglect, it's very two-children-in-a-motel-esque. and of course, the final scene, where i think, if there was any point in the series aside from the barn scene in which they would have said "i love you," it would have been there. the deep long stare, the watery eyes, the fact that they both know dean will be gone within the year, and then... "do you feel like watching the game?" ahhhhhhh drives me nuts

2. Swan Song: their love literally!!!!! saves the world, i mean come on. it has the whole wincest montage that you could literally set a richard siken poem to, or a taylor swift song to (look i know those are vastly different things but. bear with me), and it would just feel right. dean finally lets sam do things on his own. he lives because sam tells him to. sam manages to revoke his possession consent because of how much he's in love with dean, even as his fist is smashing dean's face into a pulp. ok i have to stop or i'm going to start crying in this goddamn airport.

Playthings: obviously. gothic horror episode of all time. picture-perfect family in the outside, secret sibling hidden upstairs. the way sam and dean's codependency is paired with that of the grandmother and her ghostly sister. the face-stroking. the almost kiss. god i swear it always looks like they're gonna kiss. sam writhing on the bed. dean staring at him like that. the subtext was about to bust through the screen, what with the acting and the way the plot and the meta-plot fit together perfectly. catherine tosenberger said it much better than i can, go read her article in TWC about wincest if you haven't!

b) top 3 family-horror-what-the-incestuous-freudian-fuck-is-going-on-here episodes

2. Devil's Trap: azazel uses john's body in a sexual manner against both sam and dean--primarily the latter but sam gets it, too. it's a chilling scene and really cements that this is what spn is about: never being able to escape the family. sam learns partly of azazel's plot, dean gets his daddy issues flayed onto him, and all through the eyes of the father. it's so well done.

3. Skin: imo the most damning thing the shifter says is, "i will be sorry to lose this skin. your brother's got a lot of great qualities. you should appreciate him more than you do." uh...what? the way he ties up sam and plans on torturing him also aligns with the shifter's pattern of turning into the husband and beating up the wife. another HMM moment actually comes from dean himself, when he tells sam that none of his friends will ever understand him and that dean's the only one who can...it's very isolating, kind of abuser tactics, and just. whew. this was episode SIX!!

In the Beginning: come on you knew i was gonna say this. aside from the obvious moments of "mom is a babe" (and remember, dean invokes sam into this moment as well..."sammy, wherever you are..."), samuel!azazel leaning over dean and smelling him, and samuel!azazel kissing mary--passionately returned(?), may i add, the plot itself sets up the winchester family as this enclosed, inbred unit. mary's kiss with her possessed father seal's sam's fate as part of azazel's army. the sexuality she shares with her father makes her son's blood diseased and cursed. the family line is tainted by incest. her kiss is what allows sam and dean to grow up that way, to become so codependent, what allows the moments of avsc, swan song, and playthings to happen! in the beginning. this begins the cycle of selling and saving souls--mary for john, john for dean, dean for sam. it's literally THEE spn episode, perhaps even more than playthings. even though sam's barely in it, his fate hangs over the whole episode, and this is full house of wincest at its finest.

[sparatus]

WIP Game - Desolas fucks up on purpose pretty please?

wip game

THREE PEOPLE ASKED FOR THIS ONE IM WHEEZING local menace is just so so appealing while setting shit on fire gonna tag @teamdilf and @korblez while im here

okay so for some additional comedy i mean context, there's this post, which led to this exchange:

and lo, a crackfic was born

basically! valis's family does not like des. des does not like valis's family. valis has been keeping low contact with them, no visits, for years. unfortunately, they now have two chicks, 5yo taniria and almost-1yo desivius, and valis's parents' desire to hold grandbabies finally outweighed their desire to never see desolas in person ever. so they pester valis into agreeing to a visit, and getting des to bring food.

problem: desolas is king shitbird.

he's sabotaging that shit on purpose.

valis is kept entirely in the dark, for plausible deniability (and also because sivvi still needs his food regurgitated for him and des isn't entirely confident his affront to the spirits is safe for regurgitating parents), but baby tanni is recruited to """help""", and she is SO good at helping daddy :) saren and the feral coyotes he found in the trash are on a mission but love chaos and are happy to also provide dipshit ideas.

have a snip:

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When she made it into the kitchen, Des was carrying Taniria on his hip, bouncing to the beat as he serenaded her with… Galactic Cannibals, she was pretty sure, it sounded like one of Saren’s playlists. Tan was only four and didn’t really understand the lyrics, but her muxaup was singing and dancing with her, and she liked music that made her move as much as any turian, so she was having a blast just clinging to Des’s arm and giggling. She noticed Valis first, turning her head at the sound of the cane and squeaking an excited, “Phatzhi!” as she stretched out an arm to invite her to the little party.

Unbidden, Valis’s mandibles lifted, just a few degrees, just in time for Desolas to glance over his shoulder. “Oh, hey,” he purred, lifting his own mandibles in that easy grin of his. “I found one last package of ground cornin in the freezer, so we’re making… Iunno, it’s pasta with meat and cheese, nothing fancy. I see you survived your call with the demon.”

And just like that, her faint smile fell into a grimace as she slowly paced forward to pull out a chair at the table and slump into it. Des’s grin slowly fell, too, and he clicked his mandibles against his face and reached over to turn off the music. “Uh-oh, Phatzhi’s makin’ a face,” he told Taniria. “You better go work your magic, little bird.”

Tan chirped, and when Des set her down, she came hopping right over to Valis’s chair, eyes big and curious. While Valis shifted to let her daughter climb up into her lap, Des whirred. “Alright, what did she say? You look like you found a whole hive of something venomous under the bed.”

Valis scowled and pulled her mandibles in against her face. “Apparently, we're invited to Solstice," she huffed. “So my mother can meet the kids.”

Desolas blinked slowly, moving his mandibles in and out while he thought. “Hold on," he said finally, “they invited us last year, but you didn't tell me ‘til after Siv was born, ‘cause you said fuck off, on account of. Y’know.” He gestured vaguely to her belly. “No travel while pregnant and about to pop."

“And not likin’ my husband," she grumbled. “Tan, what's the rule about words Muxaup says?"

"Not ‘til my mubbles get long,” Tan replied promptly, tapping the backs of her stubby little mandibles.

Valis chuffed and ruffed a hand over her daughter’s scalp, trying not to get distracted by her heart fluttering over how small she was. "Smart lass,” she purred, and Tan giggled and pressed into the touch.

Des purred briefly, then puffed and went back to the meat. “And, you only let it slip last year because you were blitzed on painkillers and forgot you weren't gonna tell me. And yet now this year, you're telling me three weeks in advance." He tapped the grease off the spatula, then turned fully to fold his arms and face her. “You accepted, didn't you."

[koszmarnybudyn]

Okay so this au is just a rough idea i had where the teens personalities would switch (normal havings scary personality, she having links etc.). The story beats would be similar, althought slightly changed, their families would stay the same and their backstories would differ slithly. Here are some headcanons (Are they headcanons if im the one making the au? Oh well that's what im gonna call the right now) and some schetches i have of their au designs:

Link>Scary:

Scary is her nick name actually, she got it in soccer because she is kibda scary when playing because she is so good, dislikes that she feels like she has to use it to distinguish herself from Terry Jr tho.

Still dislikes her step-dad, but more because she feels like her and her mom were fine without him and he just ruined their relashonship.

Actually good at soccer (also in a kinda wierdo way like link)

Will call you out on your bullshit

Will also threaten you and mean it

Is one to question authority

A pretty good leader actually (but can be a bit of a perfectionist and take things too seriously)

Still has a notlikeothergirls vibe but more in imoneoftheboys way

Kinda dislikes everyone else on the team at first

Dislikes the wellwellwell soccer kids, she just thinks they are fake and annoying

Doesn't really have friends, so she is pretty lonely

A bit of a soccer nerd

Does write poetry in her spare time, but only shows her mom

Is much more openly loving towards her mom

Is really honest, because of that she comes across as mean

Normal>Taylor:

The san dimas demon

Thinks or at least pretends to think everyone loves him

Friends with nearly all the soccer kids (Scary finds him annoying but he is working on changing her opinion)

Kinda inseccure actually

Enjoys the attention of being the mascot

Was really into gymnastics as a kid

Tries to make his own cheers and dances, is not really great at them

Has mobility issues that kinda fuck with him being able to perform which like really sucks

Liked cosplay before (still does) so being the mascot and making the suit felt natural

Actually takes off the costume (uNliKe SoMe PeoPlE!)

Does wear a lot of school merch when not in costume tho

His mom is the best, and he is still very spoiled, he does wonder where his dad is tho...

His mom told him a lot about him, so he just imagines this really cool dude, that had to go away because of something really cool (is slightly dissapointed with the reality of him divorcing his mom, deleting her and his memories and runing away from the fbi, he does find him kinda cool tho, although also scary)

Taylor>Link:

Dresses like an offbrand Supernatural charakter most of the time

Learnt survival because of Grant (it has become a special intrest so he knows a lot)

Knows sign language and morse code

Still kinda sheltered (but he was allowed to do actual camping, he tried to be scout for a while but he disliked it)

As a little kid he went on hikes with his grandpa all the time (and grandaunt Kasey)

Wears a giant backpack with like everything inside (think milo from milo murphys law) with a lot of self defense weapons

Grant taught him a special code to use if he is in danger but cant let others around him know, they also have a text messege version

New to school (i think the li-wilsons just recently moved back in this au) so this is his first time in public school

A weapons nerd (definitly went to a shooting range a lot)

More of a games nerd than a weeb (unlike Taylor), he got it from his dads

Thinks its cool how his name is like Links from zelda games

Likes sports anime and shounen (watched all of my hero academia, he thinks it didn't age that well,but he watched it anyway to bond with his dads)

Still a total daddy's boy

Honestly happy to get to do some normal teen stuff

Has a lot of online friends, but he still feels kinda lonely

Before they moved he played with norm and taylor as a kid

Thinks pokemon are cool as hell

Scary>Normal

Goes by Wierd/wierdly

Realized his dad isn't proud of him earlier and feels really resentful about it

Lisens to mcr and tfb(he feels like it is vintage and cool, he does miss listening to band covers tho)

Used to draw a lot, he wanted to make cartoons and comics when he was younger

Tried to go into soccer but was not good at it

Used to have this self incert oc "Teenie" that he was really proud of and drew a lot, he wanted to make a whole comic with himbut after he found out his dad isn't proud of him he started to hate it, he thought of it as really childish so he destroyed every drawing he could find (his mom saved a couple somewhere)

Uses a lot of self depricating humor, and just dark humor in general

Tries to seem annoyed at the other teens but genuenly likes them

Realized people thought he was cringy much earlier, it did still hurt a lot

Tries to control his emotions but then just ends up crying due to them being bottled up and he hates it

Goth clothes kinda fuck with his texture issues but he still wears them

Never designed teenie for the school mascot competition so the san dimas demon won

Gets along better with hero than in canon

Wear earphones to school (both to listen to edgy music and for noice canceletion)

Honestly mask more than in canon (the autism is strong)

Idk when im gonna have time to actually make something for this au but i really wanted to throw my ideas out there because if i don't then they are probablly never gonna see the light of day.

Sorry for my scribbly handwriting, it is all basicly the words above tho, you can still read i guess.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 82

Jump the Shark

"Jump the Shark"

Plot Description: A 19 year old boy named Adam calls Sam and Dean looking for John Winchester; the boy claims to be his son.

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: If there's one thing I've learned in nearly four full seasons, don't fuck a Winchester. You're gonna die. So, I think I'm good.

This week's run of episodes has been buck wild. I mean, we got backstory, pure angst, astral projection, one of the BEST and most DRAMA FILLED episodes I've seen, alternate universe, meeting god, and now secret family member. I feel like I'm just WATCHING ao3. There's one thing missing (this being Supernatural and all), but I'M not missing it.

Oh they got the back window of the impala fixed. Dean's having the ROUGHEST of mornings. He didn't look this rough CRAWLING OUT OF THE GRAVE.

I LOVE how skeptical Dean is. You really can't be too careful. At the same time, everything being presented as evidence that Adam is telling the truth, and Dean's just dismissing it as coincidence...you've never done that before, babe. The daddy issues are so fucking strong in this one. I should know, I specialize in characters with daddy issues

NO I'M NOT FUCKING CRYING. I'm not crying because Adam got the dad who took him to BASEBALL GAMES. They might not have been close while Adam was growing up, but the moment John knew about Adam's existence, he dropped EVERYTHING (*cough his other sons but really mostly Dean because Sam was in college doing his own thing cough*) to go meet him. It might not have been the perfect parent-child relationship and it was probably still fairly distant, but it's a hell of a lot more than Dean got. (Did Horikoshi watch Supernatural before writing MHA? Did he see this and go "I could do a family drama like this") John made it to Adam's birthdays but Dean had to steal Christmas presents so Sam would have something to open...I'M GONNA FUCKING SCREAM AND THEN BEAT JOHN WITH A BAT IN HELL. ALISTAIR WON'T HAVE TIME TO TORTURE ME, I'D HOP OFF THAT RACK TO KICK THE SHIT OUT OF JOHN WINCHESTER IM-FUCKING-MEDIATELY.

God, Dean, petty is a good look on you, I swear. Adam's just finding out that a whole lot of movie and mythological monsters and creatures are real, and your only comment is that Godzilla is just a movie.

GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD, sorry, I'm having so many big feelings about Dean today. He's so furious at John. He's so disgusted that Adam had the relationship with John that Dean had for a short time, til he was four, and it was ripped away from him. That was the relationship HE wanted, that HE deserved to have, and he did EVERYTHING TO HOPEFULLY MAKE HIS DAD PROUD OF HIM, followed in EVERY SINGLE FOOT STEP. BUT JOHN NEVER WAS. JOHN ONLY EVER SAW DEAN'S MISTAKES. IT'S HOW DEAN KNEW AZAZEL WAS POSSESSING JOHN BECAUSE HE FORGAVE DEAN'S MISTAKE AND DIDN'T MAKE IT A BIG DEAL. BUT DEAN'S STILL DOING IT by protecting Adam. By saying "Dad didn't want our lives for Adam, and I'm going to keep it that way." Aren't you tired of being nice, Dean? Don't you just wanna go apeshit?

(It's going to take me so long to get through this episode if I keep stopping to make Dean/Touya parallels.)

What the fuck is this monster??

Oh, Sammy, you're more like your old man than you want to admit. You find out you have a little brother and it's IMMEDIATELY "let's train him to be a hunter, he needs to be ready for anything that might come after him." You would hardly believe this is the same Sam who wanted to walk away from this life, who did for a while and went to college and law school, who resented John for making their lives like this.

Oh, but at the same time...at the same time he thinks he's just being like Dean was for him. Doing what he can to look out for him, offering praise when he does something well...his insistence that Adam join in is very John but his approach to teaching Adam is all Dean

Sam. No. John did not do right by you boys. I can't believe you're saying this...Ugggghhhhhh, Sam wants to drag Adam down into the hell that is their lives because his chance at that got ruined. But Dean wants to give Adam the chance that got taken from Sam.

Y'all are both jealous of him...stop lying to yourselves.

Oh shit. Oh fuck. WHAT??? HOW LONG HAS ADAM NOT BEEN ADAM??? Oh...it was the whole time...cool.

So, what term DO you prefer, ma'am?

Did...did ya get that out of your system for another couple seasons, Dean? First Baby took a beating after John died, now you beat in the head of the ghoul who pretended to be the little brother you didn't know you had...What's to come near the end of season six? (Aside from my favorite Cas-centric episode)

THAT'S WHAT I SAID, DEAN!!!!! "you know why you and dad butted heads so much? you're practically the same person" and "you're more like him than I'll ever be" (derogatory)

"Been On My Mind...": No. 8...???

[theuniverseawakens347]

FUCK ASS RETARD CON ARTIST VIVICCA A WHITSETT // ERYKA BADU UGLY INCEST TWINS

SHE MY “adoptive god mom” THIS LIFE TIME ANYWAYS THIS DUMMY RIGHT HERE AND CHRISTINA SIMOS ( sister IVF/ INVITRO) OWE CLIVE DAVIS W FUCKTARD LEE GARLINGTON AND JASON George ( Shayne Murphy and eryka badu child 🥚🏊🏾‍♂️)

ANYWAYS DONT CARE WHO BELONG TO WHO YAL GON FIGURE THAT OUR URSELVES IM NOT DOING EVERYTHING FOR YOU LAZY SHIT FUCKS.

But THIS BITCH AND BADU THE RING LEADERS TO THE DRUGGING PIMPING AND CPN / OTHER FRAUD GOING ON IN THE “free Mason “ COMMUNITY. AT BEYONCE .. JAYZ .. DIDDY STYLE .. as you go HIGHER INTO THE TIERS YOU GET MORE “perks” BUT YOU GOTTA DO SOME FUCK ASS LOW BALL SHIT ,

And ALL YOU WHO SIGN UP BECOME A SLAVE TO THE LEE GARLINGTON CLIVE DAVIS KRIS JENNER FAMILY SEED KLAN LIKE TRISTAN THOMPASON AND KHLOE CHILD OF OJ .. ROB LEFT KRIS BC NICOLE TRIAL WHO DIDNOR DIDNT DO IT,

HE DID IT. 🤷🏽‍♀️🖕🏽

KRIS STOOD BY HIM AND WAS PREGNANT AT THE TIME, ROB FOUND OUT AND DIVORCED HER ON THAT BACK END OR WAS TRYING TO BUT OJ FOUND OUT AND KRIS WANTED TO KEEP HIS $$$ AND RECORD COMPANY SO THEY SHOT ROB WHEN HE DIED BUT NEWS SAY CANCER ..

YOU ARE INCUBABYS YOU AINT COME OUT THE WOMB FORREAL, YOU CAME OUT A TEAT TUBE THE BABY THAT WAS IN THE ATOMACH GET RETURNED BACK TO THE HOMELANDS .. as I’m calling it ..

THE OUTSKIRTS OF THE “DOME” ..

And ways YA MOMS PUSH ONE OUT, and the doctor hands her a “genetically modified version” HAS ME OR MY ORGINAL BLOOD LINE IN IT SO THAT THEIR KLAN AT KEVIN SPACEY READING RN CAN ATTEST WILL KEEP A TRACC RECORD OF “slaves” GIRLS AND BOYS THEY PUT INTO THE INDIATRY TO BE TRAFFIC / PURPOSELY PREGNANT BY INCEST WILLINGLY OR WEIRDO SHIT,

Basically wanting RHEIR OWN “spiritually” CONNECTED BABIES TO USE TO CONTROL THE POPULATION MKULTRA FORM BY “voodoo” / “hoodoo” .. WITCH MAGIC LIKE SALEM WITCH TRIAL SHIT MIXED W PAGONISM..

Fuck the spelling,

SINCE YOURE A SLAVE YOU HAVE TO MY PROGRAM FOLLOW THE SIMULATION.. A FEW OF YOU GOT LICKY AND WERE LET FREE MEANING LEGIT CAME OUT THE COOCHIE NO SWITXHS BUT YOU WILLINGLY OR YOUR PARENTS HALLE X DDG SOLD YA BABY AND UR SOUL AT SOME POINTNTO GIVE UP FIRST BORN AS PAYMENT IE SNOOP / CORDELL / CORDE / CORRI / Julian = payment for record labels ..

ANYWAYS.. THE LKAN FROM THE FIRST PARAGRAPH STARTED THE SWITCH AROUND MEDOTH BC THEY WERE BROKE AND NEEDED TO OAY BACK CLICE FOR ACTUAL HEROIN METH AND WEED THEY STOLE .. IRONICALLY OFF MY DADDY THE ROCK ( POT) THAT OTHER SHIT IS THE WEIRD WHITE MAN VICTOR GARLINGTON WW2 MKULTRA MIND CONTROL UNDER A DEADLY WEAPON OF DRUGS TACTIC ..

Skipping pieces , cause FIGURE OUT YOUR OWN FUCKING SHIT IM SO TIRED OF YOU FUCKTARDS FUCKING W ME N ME HAVING TO FIGURE IT OUT MY FUCKING SELF. FAILED ME ON THAT DEPARTMENT OF “coming out” but I digress..

ANYWAYS THESE MOFOS RETURNED THE MONEY BUT FOUND FUN IN BEING SICK SINISTER BASTARDS WHILE THE QUEEN ME WAS ASLEEP AND TOOK ADVANTAGE OF MY FAMILY IN ALL PHYSICAL PLAINS ..

AND THEN PINNING THEIR FUCKED UP INCEST AND DRUG DEATH CRIMES ON MY FAMILY NAME TO EXONERATE THEIR OWN .. YOU YOUNGING STILL FALLING TRAPPED TO THE MKULTRA MIND CONTROL ENSLAVEMENT CAMP ..

NO LONGER IS IT INCUBABY “pick your child” IT LITERAL KIDDIE PORN AT JERRY FROM SUBWAY style,

THEN AS YOU GET OLDER YOU BITXHES LAUREN LONDON SOLD A LIFESTYLE OF LAVISH DREAMS TO SET UP NIGGAS TO “die” FOR A “become THE first millionaire in your family” BULLSHIT.

Knives out type beat, and MAFIA .. games sets ..THEN YAL NIGGAS SELLING NUDES AND WHATEVER ELSE OFF THE ORIGINAL BLOOD / CREATION OF ME N MY HUSBAND.. WHICH IS WHY WE ALL TO A DEGREE LOOK ALIKE..

“HAPPY HUNTINGZ” FIND YA CLONE vs THE REAL ONE..

FOUND ME N MY HUSBAND,

BUT FUCKTARDS DONT WANA MAKE RIGHT AND TELL ME WHATS UP, SO HERE WE ARE WAITING FOR THAT TO HAPPEN SO THE TIME LINE CAN BE RESTORED BACK TO FUCKING PEACE .. BUT THE LONGER I SIT AND GET ANGERY LEE KNOWS MY DADS ARE GOING TO KILL .. but she afraid cause she and her KLAN DAVID SPADE ALREADY ADMITTED THE FUCK AHIT OF MY COOCHIE PICS + BASEL SHADFAN THE KILLING SUSU “ money heist” POT ..

= FEDERAL FOR THISE WHO WILLING JOINED AND DID IT / vs JAIL TIME/ PURGATORY FOR THOSE WHO DISNT KNOW AND ADMIT FULLY THE PARTY THEY PLAYED in the never ending fucktard incest killing spree of VICTOR CHARLES MANSON ARLINGTON HOWARD NUGENT REGIME.

Like be soooo fucking frfr, CLEAN UP YOUR FUCKING PART. THIS SHIT IS IRRITATING. VIVICCA COME OUT AND OWN YOUR FUCKING PART MISS YOU LIVE IN A SHOE BOX FILTHY ASS APARTMENT , yo cats love me more, HEAD ASS BITXH. IDC ABOUT A FILTHY CAR IM IN IT RN CAUSE YOU DID THIS SAME WEIRDO SHIT TO MY MOTHER DARNYCE WALLACE RELLY LISA BONET .. ORIGINAL BLOOD YOU THEN DRUGGED AND SENT TO AQUAMAN WHEN I AWAKEN IN 2021 CAUSE SHE AWAKENED TO THE TRUTH TOO,

WHY YALL NIGGA KILLED MICHAEL AND WHITENEY AND PRINCE AND XXX AND NIP FIT BUT ITS SOOOO MUCH MORE THERE.. etc ANYONE WHO TALKS ABOUT THE MATRIX CAUSE THE QUEEN GOTTA WAKE UP, me.. AT BEYONCE ALREADY CAME OUT W CASSIE ABOUT THE TRUTH

Mans Clive’s end IS restoring my shit BUT THE REST OF YOU SMALL CIVILIANS UNDER LEE GARLINGTON AND MICHAEL HEIMOS AND ANDRE HEIMOS AND HOWARD NUGENT AND ANTHONY BARTON SHIT, an BEN AND TINA TICKNER

ANTI/ MASON / ILLUMINATI / KILL ADONDI CASHAY MONEY HEIST .. FUCKTARD AJA MILES FEDERAL AND DEPORTED .. IDR WHAT YOU CALL IT MAKE FUCKING RIGHT NO MORE MATEIX THERE WILL BE RESTORATION TO THE ORIGINAL SHITS .. like Futurama

AND IM TALKING MONSTER INC THEME BUT PLANET OD THE APES GET DOWN WAR IF YAL KEEP FUCKING TRYING ME IN THE STUPID ASS CAR.

Over IT over you OVER THE GAMES DONT CARE WHAT OTHER 🖕🏽 LEE GARLINGTON TYPE OF “movies” AT HUNGER GAMES YOU THREW IN THIS BITCH.

Like be so fucking frfr , the games are beyond childish and stupid and bitch grew up mentally and physically THIS time, YOU FUCKING NEED TO TOO,

“Miss none of this is real it fantasy”

THEN STOP CALLING ME FUCKING CRAZY WHEN I CAN READ YOUR FUCKING THOUGHTS AND REGRETS THEU MESSAGES.

AT CHRISTOPHER WHITE RAPING A DEAD BODY AND DAQUAN FILMING IT SAME W JANAE AND SHANNON T DOUGH IN THE HEAD AT CORREY C TOO .. AND SOLO? FINAO ..

ALL TELEPATHIC AND HOW A RIGHTFUL SCARY COUNTER PART THATS COMING FOR FUCKING W ME AT STICCY AT IAN 72nd N VERMONT CREW / AT WEST BLD JHENE AIKO / NEIGHBORHOOD.. DEATH ROW..ETC ORIGINAL BLOOD ON THE GROUND AND FROM THE SKIES,

GREEK / AFRICAN/ MYTHOLOGY AND ALIENS STAR TREK, ZENON w raven symone/ PLANET OF THE APES 2 .. acolytes..

LEE YOU AND YOUR FAMILY MATRIX TIME IS UP, NIGGAS IS WAITING ON YOU TO HAVE THE FUCKING CONVERSATION W ME AND FREE ALL MY FUCKING LOOKALIKES AND THEN SOME FROM FUCKING SLAVERY,

AT OBAMA TREVOR NOAH NOAH DECORSI DIGUSTED CAUSE YOU TOLD EVERYONE SOMETHING DIFFERENT AND WEIRD CAUSE YOU WANTED ME TO SEEM FUCKING CRAZY AND MENTALLY PHYSICALLY DIRTY AND YOU THE “GOOD” ONE TO KEEP SHIT GOING.

IN YOUR HEAD I AM YOU AND YOU ARE ME,

IN REALITY BITCH YOU JUST ANOTHER FUCKING CHARLES MANSON SCARED BITCH.

You’re 72 I’m 30.. like really my dude? TALK AND ATOP CALLING ME CRAZY BEFORE I LET “THE EAGERLY CRAZY HAVE YOU” 🙂🖕🏽🤷🏽‍♀️

[0fucsgiveon]

ᴀ ʙurníng lᴜsᴛ Bully 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

This is a smut and there will be a-lot of filthy shit read at your own cost,

degrading, possessive behavior, overstimulation, Public sex (well not really), Rough, Marking, Slapping, Choking.

You were a loner an outcast in school, never got along with anyone. You were constantly bullied by Nate throughout school, He took pleasure in making you cry and get angry. But weird enough if anyone else laid a finger on you or even made your cry he would beat the shit out of them.

But once you developed a drug addiction you were forced into to rehab by your mother. That was all last year and you came back “new and improved” is what your parents called it. People started noticing you and your grew more social.

You were apart of Maddys group, You grew close with the girls and heard all their “stories”. Nate never stopped the bullying just became more secretive about it.

“Hey, Y/n did you know they are throwing a huge party tonight you better fucking be there. You know i cant deal with Nate and his bullshit after we broke up.”

”ill think of it Maddy you know how i am with my mom and all, But i could really use a fucking stress relief” you quietly whisper the last part to your self. “Just come i need you there after all the fucking drama we both need a stress relief”

You sigh and lift your head up from the homework you were doing. “Fine ill be there but first i gotta get to class.” You get up and walk out of the cafeteria glancing over at Nate who had a smirk plastered on his face. Rolling your eyes you flip him off and laugh to your self while walking to gym.

Today we were to run a lap which wasn’t so hard except Nate had to come and run along side you. “Don’t you have somebody else to fucking bug Jacobs “ you sneer looking up to him. “Nope, im all free plus who else is going to bug you.. thats right nobody because your all “big and pretty” now isn’t that right.

You slowly stop and look up at him “shut the fuck up daddy’s boy, or wait did you forget you do what your told. Awe your just like a little puppy” your smirk to your self and start to run again.

You feel someone yank your wrist and drag you behind a wall. “Why don’t you shut that mouth of your huh, wouldn’t want anyone to see how much of a bitch you are” he whispers into your ear sending a chill down your spine. You push him away roughly and slap him. “Leave me the fuck alone how many time do i have to tell you. I’m sick of you fucking bugging me and abusing me with your words. Fuck Nate don’t you have anything better to do” you yell looking up at his surprise face till he lets out a chuckle smirking.

“Awe, come on we both know you like this little game we play.” The thing is a small part of you did like it, and even how hard you tried to fight it you were always in this situation. You slowly look down at your feet. “Pathetic, just a little attention whore” he grins and laughs. You feel a tear almost about to fall and look up at him slowly.

He looks back his eyes going darker and he slowly smiles grabbing your chin and lowering himself down to your level. “I love it when you cry” he smirks and walks away slowly. You stand there hopeless but slowly walk to the girls locker room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~The Party~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The party was soon and Maddy had forced you to dress in some revealing outfit that brought out your plush of your thighs and a little of your dress. Glitter Makeup that wasn’t to your taste but you liked how it looked. Your thought seemed to wonder to Nate as much as you hated it you wonder how he felt why he did they things he did it made you angry.

But you didn’t know that Nate Jacobs was indeed obsessed with you. Ever since you moved next door he watched you curious why you would move to this pathetic town. You looked beautiful to him but all he wanted to do was see your cry. It was so pretty to him. How your face got red and tears rolled down your cheeks. He wanted to ruin you make you feel pain but also love you and own you make you only his. Maddy was just a mere replacements for his lust.

You walked into to the house the smell of sweat weed and beer filled your nose. You pushed to the crowds with Maddy.

After awhile she disappeared with some guy that were all over eachother. You sat at a bar taking a drink of something strong and sour. Hands touched tour shoulder almost making you jump and you turn around quickly being met with the devil himself. “Hmm, all alone i see” you ignore him and go back to your drink. He slowly comes and sits beside you asking for a drink to lost in your own mind to hear. “Stop ignoring me.” You rolled your eyes and looked up at him. “Im sorry, i was busy minding my own business that i didn’t have time to notice that theres an asshole sitting next to me.” You smirk and feel him touch your thigh and grip it roughly. “I would shut up if i were you” he whispered again causing a rush of lust to overcome you. “ or what Mr Jacobs” just like that he stands you up and drags you out of the crowd and into a random room and locks the door. “Your such a tease y/n, letting me bully you and watch you cry brings me so much pleasure”

“Shut up, fuck you!” You yell but are thrown onto to the bed and pinned down. “Mmm you sure you would like that” he goes down to your ear and bites your neck harshly. You let out a small whimper. “Such a little bitch” A harsh slap is forced onto your face. You love it and hate it at the same time.

“Im the bitch here huh” you slip your hand out of his grip and slap him hard causing him to let out a low groan.

“Any guy here can make me feel better Nate, your just a bad fuck” you laugh and look into his eyes. He flips you over and slams your face into the mattress and raises your ass up and kicks your legs apart. “Shut up you fucking slut, ill show you a “bad fuck”. Ill fucking ruin you fuck you so hard you will always come back” he pulls your dress of roughly and leaves you bare in your underwear.

“Will see about that.” He growls and slaps your ass harshly which makes you yelp and whine out loud. He repeats this 12 more times till he feel satisfied with your crying face. “Awe does it hurt” he smirks. “Just fuck me already Nate, please” your press your ass against his already huge bulge and he groans.

“Fuck, not yet y/n. You don’t get to choose what happens.” He rips off your panties and lowers himself in between while holding your wrist behind your back. He licks a slow stripe along you folds and continues to tease you. “Stop fucking teasing!” Chuckling he inserts to fingers inside of you while licking circles around clit. “Nate! Please” you moan softly and he speeds up causing you to bite the bed.

He continues this for a few minutes before pushing in three fingers stretching you with each push of his fingers. You can feel the build up if your high coming. “Fuck, im gonna cum” suddenly he stops and slaps your face and pulls it closer. “Mm im in charge slut~” he kisses you with passion and huger sending feelings of electricity traveling through your body. Than he slams into you causing you to bite his lip hard and make it bleed. You lay back and look up at him and he looks down at you. “Feels so fucking good” he groans and starts to move faster after you relaxed and scratch up his back making sure it hurts and leave marks while he chokes your neck causing small broken moans to come out while you become teary eyed. “Fuck, just like that come on baby cry for me” he moves down to your ear and speeds up even faster causing the bed to shake and rock against the wall while he moans in your ear.

You tear up and he slaps your face (“gently”) while you moan even louder. “Fuck! Nate right there please” he keeps hitting your spot over and over his tip glazing over it just perfectly. “Ya. Moan my name so the whole party hears what a whore you are!” He flips you onto your belly and slowly slips back in pulling you against his chest by your hair and moves fast. “Feel that in your tummy, thats me mmm nice and deep” he pulls your hand down to your stomach and you feel the bulge.

“Nate! Im gonna cum!!” He kisses down your neck and leaves even more marks than before and your release. A few minutes later he does after four more thrust. Your both a hot mess and breathing loudly and he slowly pulls out and looks down at you. “Your mine got it.. only mine if anyone touches you there dead ok” he puts his forehead against yours and you nod. You feel a harsh slap. “Words”. “Yes i got it”

He pulls his shirt over you and puts on his pants and boxers than stuffs your underwear into his pocket. “We have to hurry i don’t want to run into Maddy “ he picks you up bridle style and you sleep against his chest. When he reaches the stairs Maddy is looking at him than you and your bruised neck and slight red on your face “what did you do?!”

to be continued

[augustinewrites]

Idk man there’s something about hq dads and matching/coordinating with their daughters is just so fucking cute to me? Ahem kuroo and Oikawa especially?????? Also congratulations on 1.5k, I’m not even surprised cos your writing is SO GOOOOOOD <3333

AHHH THEY WOULD & thank you lem ❤️ you're too sweet 😭 (also im doing oikawa bcs there's so many kuroo prompts)

"there we go," oikawa grins, slipping the child-sized jersey over his daughter's head, his last name printed on the back. "how does it feel to be the daughter of one of the best setters in the world?"

the four year old blinks up at him. "kageyama tobio isn't my daddy."

your brows raise, and you swear you see the vein in your husband's forehead pop. "what the- which uncle told you to say that?!"

"uncle iwa," she chirps, not missing a beat.

"yeah, well, next time he comes to argentina, he's sleeping on the sidewalk."

her little face scrunches up at the threat of her favourite uncle. "no!"

"this is unbelievable," oikawa sighs, pushing up off his knees and ambling towards you. "slandered by my own offspring. right before a game, too."

"oh no...look what you've done, sweetheart," you murmur, letting him bury his face in your chest, his shoulders shaking in faux despair. "i think you need to give him a big kiss to make him better before he gets called onto the court."

sighing, probably long used to this song and dance, your little girl shuffles over to her father, tugging on the leg of his track pants, staring up at him with those adorable brown eyes.

"good luck kiss?"

he brightens instantly, bending over to let her place a kiss on the tip of his nose (a tradition started when she was two, and her little kiss had missed his cheek).

"oikawa, let's go!" his coach calls from the bench.

straightening, he presses a kiss to your temple, then your lips, the two of you watching your daughter wave to his teammates.

"i think we need to make another one," he suggests cheekily. "one that likes me more than iwa."

[reidsahacker]

Support from Under the Desk

Vinnie Hacker x Female Reader

warnings: daddy kink, degrading, some praise, cockwarming, slight spanking.

1.4k words, briefly edited!

So um this is def not a blurb lol, got carried away! sorry lmao! if anyone wants a part 2 let me know and send in ideas!

Requests are open, send in your blurb reqs or concepts! my anons are open too! i also do emoji anons if anyone is interested!

Vinnie has been playing Valorant almost all day and watching him play can be super fun. Sometimes he lets you wear his headset and talk to the boys, sometimes he trys to teach you how to play, others you just like sitting there with him. Today you have done all 3 of those things and you are still bored. You are currently trying to take a nap but he keeps distracting you. Not because he is being loud but he is hot. He doesn't have a shirt on so every time he moves his back flexes, you watch his tattoo move.

"Fuck." Vinnie says as he throws his hands in the air. He stands up to stretch and his sweats slide just a little lower on his waist. You can see his v-line and all you can think about is trailing kisses down his stomach and stopping right at his spade tattoo, leaving kisses all around it, teasing him until he grabs you by the chin, giving you the warning look.

"Babe?...Baby?...Y/N?" Vinnie says calling at you.

"Hmm?" you hum.

"What's on your mind baby? I can tell you were thinking about something." He says slightly concerned/

"Nothing baby, i'm just tired." you answer still feeling your heart beat in 2 different places.

"Okay baby, I love you." He says when he comes over and gives you kisses.

Vinnie gets back into the game and you "take a nap." In reality you are thinking of a way you can get what you want. The idea hits you, a pillow under the desk that's "for hera".

You grab one of the decorative pillows and make your way over to Vinnie. You know that he won't hear you coming, so as you approach the desk you get down on your knees and crawl. You don't think Vin can see you but he can and all he does is smirk to himself, he wants to see what your plan is.

You crawl underneath the desk and set the pillow down right in between his legs. You act like you are setting the pillow just right when he glances down at you with a questioning look.

"Its for hera, when she lays down here!" you say with a slight smirk.

"Yeah?" he says with a slightly cocky tone that makes you clench your legs together.

Instead of crawling out the way you came in, you get in between his legs. You place your hands on his knees and give him a small smile. You slowly start to run your hands up his thighs, causing him to spread them and push his hips forward.

Your hands go to his hips as you sit up on your knees, you run the tips of your fingers over the ace of spades tattoo causing him to let out a low groan. You play with the band of his sweats and right when he thinks you are going to pull them down, you run your hands over his bulge instead. He mutes himself on the game and you know you have him where you want him.

"You know better than to tease me bunny, finish what you started or you will come warm my cock while I play." he says with a stern tone.

You will his sweats down and his cock springs out hitting his stomach, leaving a drop of pre cum on his stomach. You swipe your finger through it and suck the finger into your mouth.

"Tastes good daddy." You moan out giving him the best puppy dog eyes that make him melt every time.

You take the base of his cock in your hand and spit on the tip, bringing your hand up to spread it around. As you slowly jerk him off you press small kisses to his tip, still teasing him despite his previous warning. He gives you another warning look, so you take his tip in between your lips and suck.

One of his hands goes to the back of head, pushing you to take more of his cock your mouth.

"Just like that bunny, got the best mouth." He praises you and feels you moan around his cock.

You bob your head up and down, while using your tongue to swirl around him just how he likes. You hear a new round start and that's when you take him all in.

"Fuck, bunny." He says bringing his hands down, making a makeshift ponytail and using that to control you. Completely abandoning the game.

You moan around him and feel him twitch in your mouth, you know he is getting close but he's not wear you want him yet. As you bob your head up and down with his help, you reach a hand down to grab his balls. You squeeze them in your hand and that's when he bucks up into your mouth and twitches.

"Fuck bunny, gonna cum down that pretty throat. Keep going baby." He moans out while his hand relaxes on your head.

That's when you take the opportunity to completely pull away except for your hand on the base his cock. His tip is red and dripping pre cum, the veins on his cock are pulsing and he his pissed. He pushes his chair out a little more and grabs you by the elbow.

"Stand up and take of your clothes off now." he says with lust and anger in his eyes.

You stand and slowly start stripping, once your (his) shirt is off, you take your panties off and throw them over his head but he catches them. He grabs you by the hips and places you on his lap, hovering over his cock.

"What did I tell you slut? Huh?" He almost yells at you.

"Not to tease." he whisper while looking anywhere but his eyes.

He grabs you by the chin making you look at him as he slides you down on his cock. He watches the way your eyebrows furrow together and your mouth drops open, letting out the prettiest moan as he bottoms out.

You run your hands up his arms and put them over his shoulders, getting ready to bounce on his cock when he grabs your hips stopping you.

"Daddy, wanna ride you. Please." You pout at him with the puppy dogs eyes that he loves oh so much.

"No, those eyes aren't going to work this time. I told that if you teased you'd warm my cock and that is what you are going to do." He says while rubbing his thumbs in little circles on your hips.

"But da-" you whine before he interrupts

"No. Now you can either be a good bunny and sit her while I play and maybe i'll let you cum when Im done. Or you can be a whore and not get anything. I'll use you right now to make myself cum and then you'll get off. Which one you want baby?" He asks with most sly smirk.

As you take one of your hands and place it on his cheek, using your thumb to play with his bottom lip you mutter out "Be a good bunny, wanna cum daddy."

He pecks your lips a few times, giggling at his little bunny pouting on his lap all because she lost her own game. "Good choice bunny, wanna feel you make a mess on my cock later."

You whine out knowing he is trying to rile you up more and it's working. You make yourself as comfy as you can with his cock bottomed out in you and not getting anything else from it but the beautiful pressure of him on your sweet spot. You think that maybe if you stay as still as you can it will over quicker.

Right as you lay your head down on his shoulder and he scoots his chair in to start a new game he says something that ruins your whole plan of "staying still"

"Better hope this game I do good, you know a move a lot when I lose. Know you were watching me earlier bunny, me losing is what started this." He says.

You sit up and give it one last go, see if you can get yourself out of this.

"Im sorry daddy, I just can't help it. You look so good baby, wanted to make you feel good." you give him the puppy dog eyes, the pout, and clench around him.

All you get is a slap on the ass and him chuckling while putting his headset on. You are going to be in for a long ride ;)

AHHH LIKE I SAID ITS MORE THAN A BLURB!! THANK YOU TO THE 2 ANONS WHO SENT IN THEIR IDEAS!! I HOPE YALL LIKE THIS! LEMME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS!

[mindofharry]

In which it’s your husbands birthday and you have the perfect gift.

SO THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR CHRIS! IM SO EXCITED FOR YOU GUYS TO READ THIS!!!! I HOPE YOU LOVE THIS SMALL BLURB. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CHRIS, MY BELOVED! REBLOG, FEEDBACK IS WELCOME AS ALWAYS!!! HAPPY READING :D

mentions of ivf! other than that, a whole lot of fluff!! <3

You found out were pregnant a few days ago. It was unexpected, but you were thrilled. You cried and cried on the bathroom floor, taking test after test with your sister leaning against the door her eyes widening in shock every time the test came back positive. It was no shock that you and chris wanted kids. Even more meeting each other you both knew kids were for you, from a very young age you knew you wanted to be a mom. You would play the mom in every game, your siblings can vouch that you were like a second mother to them - very bossy, but they loved you for that. Chris was the exact same, and he was so unbelievably good with kids. At the family gatherings kids would just surround him, wanting to play with him and get carried everywhere he went. This role was just made for the both of you.

While you sat on the bathroom floor, looking at these tests you became so overwhelmed. You and chris hadn’t been trying, you tried very early on in your marriage and nothing seemed to happen. You really thought something was wrong with you. You tried ivf, all of those treatments, hacks you found on the internet. Nothing seemed to happen. Chris was the most supportive and kind person through it all, and he never once blamed you for this even though you very much blamed yourself. But you both got through it and decided you’d try again soon or maybe adopt in the future. You both wanted kids so badly, but maybe the time just wasn’t right.

You had found out were pregnant a week before chris’ birthday. You wanted him to know so bad, to be here with you. But he was on a trip for some work and you didn’t want to tell him this over a phone call - and hey, you hadn’t gotten him a main present yet. So this will have to do! You just know chris will be over the moon. As of right now, you, your sister and the doctor you visited after taking the test are the only people that know of your pregnancy. Of course you wanted chris to be there with you for the first ultrasound, but you were just so shocked that you needed a professional to confirm the tests.

You and your sister are definitely the worst people at keeping secrets. It was what you guys were known for in the family. You were both bursting at the seems to tell everyone and anything the news. Your sister agreed with you on keeping this a secret until chris’ birthday, she knew he would be even more surprised. And it would be so much better if you did it in person. He gets home late on the saturday, so it’s the perfect time to do it.

You had it all sorted out.

You wake up early, prepare pancakes and some coffee for chris to eat in bed. A little cuddle and kiss, before you’d sneak off to the closet to grab all of his presents. You had bought him clothes, a new watch, some of his favourite candy and a a romantic night away in a fancy hotel next month. In a small, white bag would be the positive pregnancy test and a baby grow with the words ‘Can’t wait to meet you daddy!’ plastered on the front.

The next couple of days were tough to say the least. You were throwing up non stop, and you were in bed sleeping all day for most of the week. You had told chris, that you looked after your mom when she got a stomach bug and must of passed it on to you so you were just taking it easy. He seemed to believe it and you were able to convince him to stay on his trip.

You can’t wait to see him.

You missed his kisses and cuddles a lot. That’s basically what got you through the week, knowing the chris would be home and ready to kiss and cuddle you on sunday.

By saturday, you were feeling a little better. The morning sickness was still there, but you weren’t getting sick every two seconds so that was a plus. You prayed that this wouldn’t stick, you hate getting sick.

“Baby?” Chris whispered as he walked into the bedroom. You were fast asleep panned out on the bed, your book on your stomach and glasses still over your eyes. Chris laughed to himself, taking your glasses and book away and on to your bedside table. You looked beautiful, even asleep. He hated being away from you for so long, but it was the best feeling in the world to finally snuggle with each other again. Chris was definitely a sucker for cuddles. Even when you two were still get to know each other, you knew he was a cuddler and very handsy. He just loves being around you, and mostly on top of you - he means that in more ways than one.

His birthday is always so special with you. When you were dating he didn’t really expect much, just a cake and a few gifts. But you always went all out and so did your family. He was forever grateful for you and the new family you brought with you.

Chris tucked you into the bed, kissed the side of your head and got ready for bed himself. He brushed his teeth, then stripped down and hopped into bed. You immediately rolled over and cuddled yourself into him, chris sighed in content as you buried your head into his neck. He missed you so much and he was so fucking glad to be home.

You woke up bright and early, all on your own surprisingly. You looked over and saw chris laying on his stomach sprawled out on the bed. You giggled to yourself before kissing his shoulder and getting out of bed quietly and slowly.

Making the food was probably the hardest thing to do. The scents and the fridge smell was making you want to puke and never eat anything ever again. Thankfully, you got through it not getting sick once. When you went upstairs with the food, chris was still fast asleep. You think he was messing because he jumped up about 20 seconds after you entered the room. You smiled, amused at the little performance but quickly moved over to sit on the side of the bed and give chris his food.

“Honey….” He trailed off taking a bite of the pancake. You pecked his cheek, a blush forming on his cheek. “Amazing” He said gulping down his orange juice.

“I love you, happy birthday” You said grabbing the gifts from the closet. Chris shook his head sighing.

“You got me so many things. You know i don’t need all of these” He said and you pouted kissing his lips. “No, but you deserve them” You said and chris smiled opening up his presents.

Then came the last present. Your heart was beating so quickly and you’re sure chris could hear it. You were so nervous, but so excited for his reaction. Would he cry? Laugh? just smile? So many thought ran through your mind. You’ve both wanted this for so long and now it’s finally here, you just don’t know how he’ll react and it’s making you beyond nervous. You think you might actually get sick now.

Chris puts his hand in the bag taking out the baby grow first.

“Babe, dodger will not fit in this” Chris said and you laughed turning the baby grow around and then taking out the pregnancy test. Chris looked at the writing on the baby grow and then to the positive pregnancy test. He looked up at you, tears in his eyes and he immediately placed his lips on yours. You were surprised, but kissed back immediately.

He pulled back and leaned his forehead against yours sniffling a little. You placed your hands on his cheeks.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked and you nodded.

“10 weeks. I’ve known all week, wanted to surprise you” You replied and chris shook his head looking down at the baby grow.

“I love you” He said and you grinned.

“I love you, too. Baby loves you so much already” You said placing a hand on your stomach. Chris bit back a sob putting his hand on yours.

“We’re going to be parents, baby. What the fuck” He said and you laughed sitting down on his lap.

“Yeah, but we’re gonna be pretty fucking cool parents”

[soobasaur]

hello <3 if you could can you write something domestic for minchan? (minho x chan) just cute little headcanons !

minchan as boyfriend headcanons

i have loved you since we were 18

minho x chan headcanons warnings: the gif at the end has a bit of flashing

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before they started dating, they were roommates

and they were roommates

only for the first year of college tho, after that they just visited each other more and more until it felt like they were practically living with one other

minho was the first to confess

he just woke up one day and saw he fell asleep beside chan (with his cute bed hair might i add) after helping him with a project and was just like “yeah i’m in love with him.”

minho doesn’t really like to beat around the bush bUT EVERYTIME HE TRIED TO CONFESS SOMETHING WENT WRONG!!

the first time he tried to while they were watching a movie and the power went out so he fumbled around looking for candles with chan instead of declaring his love

the next time they were out on a walk where, chan, being the klutz he was, fell over and sprained his wrist

the THIRD time he was just gonna visit chan in the college studios, but when he went in chan laid his head in his lap and immediately fell asleep

and chan never sleeps so minho wouldnt wake him up just to say i love you

the fourth time chan was making ramen and minho just walked in and as nonchalantly as possible went

“i’m in love with you, do you wanna go on a date?”

chan may or may not have gotten a burn from being so shocked and splashing boiling water on his hand

to which minho rushed him to the faucet and fussed over him while chan tried to express he wanted to go on a date but minho was like

“stfu ur hand is burning!!” and chan is all like “ok but like i wanna date u!!”

they just sorta forgot to tell their friend group they were dating?/$:$: it was just so casual they just assumed their friends could tell

like all eight of them were literally out eating dinner and minho was just like “babe you have something on your lips,” and just swipes a napkin and pecks his lips and chan goes along with it cus that’s his boyfriend duh

bUT THE ENTIRE TABLE IS LIKE DID YALL SEE THAT SHIT?:$:&;

like no one could tell they were dating hsjdj

and that’s how they ended up paying for everyones meal as an apology

(they would’ve paid anyway but don’t tell them that)

they both occasionally said i love you while they were friends but when they started dating minho slipped it in when he was making breakfast

and chan replied back with the same ease but his heart was shjdkfkllglg

they decide to move in a year after dating since they had been friends for so long and had lived with the other before, so why not?

chan was a hoe for all things anime and always tried to get minho to get into it as well, and even though minho never did he never resisted when chan asked him to watch one with him

cus that meant cuddles :’)

chan did get him into playing mario kart with him and a lot of disputes were deicided by it

chan will just go “i don’t wanna take out the trash right now-”

and minho will go “whoever loses a round of mario kart has to.”

they’re both board game addicts

nothing makes a relationship stronger then beating your significant other in uno!!

“WHAT THE FUCK YOU DID NOT GIVE ME A PLUS FOUR- ending this relationship,”

“minho this is the twentieth round give up already—”

“REMATCH!”

minho often called chan the sugar daddy he had always wanted

if minho even showed the slightest interest in something you bet it would be in his room in less then a week

“that kid has really cute shoes-,”

*chan already ordering it on his phone*, “consider it done.”

chan just liked spoiling minho :((

he deserved it :(((

grocery shopping ಠ_ಠ

it was an entire event if you decided to go with minho, who had the attention span of a five year old and wandered off every two minutes

chan would always look to his side and find it empty and then get texts from minho along the lines of:

minho 💓: [4:26pm] i’m in the stroller section pls find me there’s so many kids screaming i’m going to die

minho 💓: [4:33pm] somehow i ended up in the cheese section and i don’t know how to get out and also can we try strawberry cream cheese

minho 💓: [4:37pm] im in the cat food aisle

chan 🐺🤍:[4:38pm] bub we don’t even have a cat

minho 💓: [4:38pm] hear me out

yeah so they end up getting a cat,,,or maybe three

minho couldnt just say no!!! how could you say no to three kitties :(

chan did get jealous of the cats,, but can u blame him!?

and when minho found out he teased him endlessly about it

but makes sure to reassure him and tell him how he has nothing to be jealous of cus he loved him and only him like that

“awe do you want me to scoop up your shit too baby?”

“minho i will kick you,-”

chan does not sleep.

minho knew this since they used to live with one another but he didn’t realize how bad it had gotten until they were living together again

as someone who loves his beauty sleep he didn’t get how chan could stay up till the ass crack of dawn

as a dancer he used to stay late up practicing but nOT TILL 6AM IN THE MORNIN):$:

and chan didn’t always do it for work, he just couldn’t sleep so he would stay up and do anything but

minho would literally hear him rummaging around as he sits upstairs

he didn’t like knowing his baby was awake all alone every night so he started sitting with him and attempting to tire him out at night

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

nskddjdj no he just suggested chan work out at night so he came home tired

(and seeing him in sleeveless tops and all sweaty was a bonus)

and when that didn’t work he made him some hot chocolate and played with his hair until he did

one time chan asked if they could play a game until he fell asleep so minho suggested truth or dare

minho: okay truth or dare?

chan: truth

minho: how many hours have you slept this week?

chan:

chan:...dare

minho: go to bed

chan: i don’t like this game

and if that doesn’t work

minho just seduced chan to sleep

“hey channie, you’d look so good bundled under our comforter right now, so warm and snuggled up,—”

“...are you seducing me? to sleep?”

“no,” *bites lip*

(☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

proposing!!!

chan rlly wanted to beat minho in proposing so he devised a plan to do it during christmas cus what better gift then the gift of marrying his lover?

(and maybe an abundance of cat toys)

chan was a poor stuttering mess throughout as he fumbled to get the ring box out but what he didn’t expect was minho to get on his knees as well and pull out his own box

noT HIS BOYFRIEND ONE UPPING HIM?

they both obviously said yes and had a cute wedding a couple months later

chan was prepared to spend as much as minho wanted but minho suggested something just with their friends and family

(they were both a crying mess during the ceremony)

during the first dance minho led the way and when he dipped chan his heart went sbjdkko

minho in a suit

MINHO IN A SUIT)::$/)$:

after they both get married, minho starts introducing chan as his ex boyfriend wherever they go

when chan introduced him to his coworkers after getting signed to jyp he said chan was his ex ಠ_ಠ

(;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) poor chan came back to the table all confused when his co workers were giving him weird looks

but minho thought it was hilarious

“this is chan, my ex boyfriend.”

changbin off to the side, “THEY’RE MARRIED!”

their relationship would be lowkey, they don’t do much pda whenever their out with their friends and save it for private

but when he feels like it minho will reach other and peck chan’s cheeks or thread his fingers through his and swing their arms

chan often started to skip whenever they went on walks and ended up dragging minho along with him

sometimes, after a long night, minho will turn on some low music and pull chan in for a slow dance in the living room

he’ll just moonwalk into the kitchen and bow down, “may i have this dance my good sir?”

and chan is a blushing mess the entire time

just happy fluff

on the rare occasions they do have disagreements it’s usually over in a few days (or less)

chan hates fighting so he’s usually the first one going back to talk and work things out

we love communication 😩

all in all it would seem like they were just always together, no one around them could imagine them at a time when they weren’t :(

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

thank you for reading !

[koszmarnybudyn]

Okay so this au is just a rough idea i had where the teens personalities would switch (normal havings scary personality, she having links etc.). The story beats would be similar, althought slightly changed, their families would stay the same and their backstories would differ slithly. Here are some headcanons (Are they headcanons if im the one making the au? Oh well that's what im gonna call the right now) and some schetches i have of their au designs:

Link>Scary:

Scary is her nick name actually, she got it in soccer because she is kibda scary when playing because she is so good, dislikes that she feels like she has to use it to distinguish herself from Terry Jr tho.

Still dislikes her step-dad, but more because she feels like her and her mom were fine without him and he just ruined their relashonship.

Actually good at soccer (also in a kinda wierdo way like link)

Will call you out on your bullshit

Will also threaten you and mean it

Is one to question authority

A pretty good leader actually (but can be a bit of a perfectionist and take things too seriously)

Still has a notlikeothergirls vibe but more in imoneoftheboys way

Kinda dislikes everyone else on the team at first

Dislikes the wellwellwell soccer kids, she just thinks they are fake and annoying

Doesn't really have friends, so she is pretty lonely

A bit of a soccer nerd

Does write poetry in her spare time, but only shows her mom

Is much more openly loving towards her mom

Is really honest, because of that she comes across as mean

Normal>Taylor:

The san dimas demon

Thinks or at least pretends to think everyone loves him

Friends with nearly all the soccer kids (Scary finds him annoying but he is working on changing her opinion)

Kinda inseccure actually

Enjoys the attention of being the mascot

Was really into gymnastics as a kid

Tries to make his own cheers and dances, is not really great at them

Has mobility issues that kinda fuck with him being able to perform which like really sucks

Liked cosplay before (still does) so being the mascot and making the suit felt natural

Actually takes off the costume (uNliKe SoMe PeoPlE!)

Does wear a lot of school merch when not in costume tho

His mom is the best, and he is still very spoiled, he does wonder where his dad is tho...

His mom told him a lot about him, so he just imagines this really cool dude, that had to go away because of something really cool (is slightly dissapointed with the reality of him divorcing his mom, deleting her and his memories and runing away from the fbi, he does find him kinda cool tho, although also scary)

Taylor>Link:

Dresses like an offbrand Supernatural charakter most of the time

Learnt survival because of Grant (it has become a special intrest so he knows a lot)

Knows sign language and morse code

Still kinda sheltered (but he was allowed to do actual camping, he tried to be scout for a while but he disliked it)

As a little kid he went on hikes with his grandpa all the time (and grandaunt Kasey)

Wears a giant backpack with like everything inside (think milo from milo murphys law) with a lot of self defense weapons

Grant taught him a special code to use if he is in danger but cant let others around him know, they also have a text messege version

New to school (i think the li-wilsons just recently moved back in this au) so this is his first time in public school

A weapons nerd (definitly went to a shooting range a lot)

More of a games nerd than a weeb (unlike Taylor), he got it from his dads

Thinks its cool how his name is like Links from zelda games

Likes sports anime and shounen (watched all of my hero academia, he thinks it didn't age that well,but he watched it anyway to bond with his dads)

Still a total daddy's boy

Honestly happy to get to do some normal teen stuff

Has a lot of online friends, but he still feels kinda lonely

Before they moved he played with norm and taylor as a kid

Thinks pokemon are cool as hell

Scary>Normal

Goes by Wierd/wierdly

Realized his dad isn't proud of him earlier and feels really resentful about it

Lisens to mcr and tfb(he feels like it is vintage and cool, he does miss listening to band covers tho)

Used to draw a lot, he wanted to make cartoons and comics when he was younger

Tried to go into soccer but was not good at it

Used to have this self incert oc "Teenie" that he was really proud of and drew a lot, he wanted to make a whole comic with himbut after he found out his dad isn't proud of him he started to hate it, he thought of it as really childish so he destroyed every drawing he could find (his mom saved a couple somewhere)

Uses a lot of self depricating humor, and just dark humor in general

Tries to seem annoyed at the other teens but genuenly likes them

Realized people thought he was cringy much earlier, it did still hurt a lot

Tries to control his emotions but then just ends up crying due to them being bottled up and he hates it

Goth clothes kinda fuck with his texture issues but he still wears them

Never designed teenie for the school mascot competition so the san dimas demon won

Gets along better with hero than in canon

Wear earphones to school (both to listen to edgy music and for noice canceletion)

Honestly mask more than in canon (the autism is strong)

Idk when im gonna have time to actually make something for this au but i really wanted to throw my ideas out there because if i don't then they are probablly never gonna see the light of day.

Sorry for my scribbly handwriting, it is all basicly the words above tho, you can still read i guess.

[jesterkard]

I kin quentin but the temptation to kin Frank and Danny is so strong

all of you dont understand kinning. you cant choose kins. you kin the one you ARE. Im setting up rules Im so done with this fandom

YOU CAN ONLY KIN X IF YOU DO/HAVE THESE THINGS:

(SURVIVORS) DWIGHT FAIRFIELD: you have anxiety and you wear glasses also you are half german idc what ur headcanon is for him you better be going GLUTEN TAG MEG THOMAS: you can run like real fast and have watched 3 sonic movies. CLAUDETTE: you know at least 3 different kinds of plants and play animal crossing. JAKE PARK: you just know how to shut the fuck up NEA KARLSSON: you have eaten graffiti spray LAURIE STRODE: you didnt get arrested for stabbing your stupid sibling ACE VISCONTI: you cant be me I am me  WILLIAM “BILL” OVERBECK: you have died FENG MIN: you called someone a slur while gaming also you gotta have an older brother. feng min seems likea younger sibling. DAVID KING: you got daddy issues. lol more than half of you would be able to kin him. you gotta be also ripped sorry. also you have to be exactly 5′10″  QUENTIN SMITH: your doctor doesnt even know how to help you wiht your mental issues anymore. DAVID TAPP: idk you escaped the labyrinth or something I never watched saw KATE DENSON: you beat someone wtih a guitar after they told you to shut up bc you sing bad. also you gotta enjoy singing but you have to be bad at it. I dont want to hear any of you talented bitches claim kate ADAM FRANCIS: you are a teacher and have more intelligence than the rest of your friendgroup JEFFREY “JEFF” JOHANSEN: you are an artist and you got underpaid for a commission and have been hateful since JANE ROMERO: you dont get anxiety when you have to hold a speech also you always go for the charisma options in videogames. you know how to do makeup. ASH J. WILLIAMS: your hand got replaced with a chainsaw NANCY WHEELER: youre absolutely FOOOCKEN useless STEVE HARRINGTON: youre unrionically a himbo. if you ever passed a class you dont qualify for this kin sorry. also you gotta own at least 7 different shampoos and conditioners YUI KIMURA: you have aggression problems also ur a wlw  ZARINA KASSIR: you dont ever mind ur business and got hated on school campus for it.  CHERYL MASON: you cant be cheryl sorry I know one cheryl and its dorothy. FELIX RICHTER: why would you wanna be him lol ELODIE RAKOTO: you are in the occult and if you are mf hmu Im trying to find some occult friends for once

(KILLERS) TRAPPER: daddy issues but you gotta be above 6 feet tall. no short kings allowed to kin trapper. also you NEVER posted a selfie ever. but you look good. WRAITH: bro idk... you gotta be annoying HILLBILLY: youre  NURSE: you want to hurt people for no reason MYERS: you got stabbed at least once HAG: idk you use the icon of jennifer from jennifers body where she ate someone I didnt even watch the movie DOCTOR: youre that stupid fucking bitch who always had those dumbass fake chewing gum packs so people would pull it and get little electro shocks. youre a sick fuck who enjoys Center Shock. even worse if you like apple. HUNTRESS: youre russian CANNIBAL: you facecamped everyone. every single round. at this point it become so mcuh like ur usual behaviour u started to facecamp ur teacher at school. ur wayyy to close to the camera in zoom meetings NIGHTMARE: dont PIG: u r annoying AND traumatised CLOWN: I know it sounds shady but google “clown sausage” if you dont eat that dont fucking think about kinning clown SPIRIT: if you kin spirit......... hmu. also you gotta be filled with anger issues and also own an actual sword like not a toy one or whatever. if u dont own a whole katana ready to kill someone whats the point then. why do u think u can be called the spirit.   LEGION: you gotta have three friends PLAGUE: you cant have emetophobia for this one. you gotta be eight feet tall. GHOSTFACE: I unironically dont want you to kin ghostface unless you own 6 nike sneakers and 8 adidas sneakers DEMOGORGON: your favourite movie is holes  ONI: forgot to put something here for him. idk you gotta be built like a wall  DEATHSLINGER: youre a widowmaker main and you play CS:GO EXECUTIONER: sorry but you have to have an ass to be him BLIGHT: you drink orange soda after brushing ur teeth idk how else to capture him as a character TWINS: only kin them if you have a twin.

[silvermuffins]

NieR:Automata: Cat stop eating my pretzels

For the record, individual post titles basically never have anything much to do with actual post content. Now then.

see ya twobee get yer own moose

HOLY FUCK WHITE MOOSE

IMMA RIDE THAT ONE

SPRINTING ON MOOSE WRECKS ENEMIES

okay we will come back to this another time actually

i must go my people need me

OKAY WE ARE BACK, SEVERAL DAYS AND MANY TEARS LATER

i will still be taking another break for pasta before long

uh oh my ps4 seems to be having a problem of some sort

u ok buddy?

it...lost power, somehow, at some point?

when?

what the fuck happened??

guess we'll see what we need to do, i don't think i lost anything much....didn't exactly do much last time

looks like i lost my adventures in moose-riding

ah well onward toward the amusement park

was there a cutscene here before?

???

treasures with different shapes????

wahoo!

i dont have tons to say rn bc, you know, i already did this part

.....i might kill the tank this time just to get it in my intel,,,,

i know they're just having a good time but like, they'll respawn, right?

and they're past the dude who warns dangerous and broken so it's IC, right?

yeah 9S even says "let's take it out"

time to ride the coaster

simone time

i aam very bad at hacking

"I want your eyes to look upon me alone"

this is...backstory?

blue stone. brilliant blue. BLUE THUMP--

(jokes only amber will get)

machines can vomit?

i guess eve's were going full carnivore (....machino...vore....????) on the Resistance last run

simone just wants senpai to notice her

madness mantra

uh oh

and so i scream

god, 2B acts emotionless but is so eager to save her companions

i do wonder what's with the pile of TVs in the basement

! my first fisty weapons!

to the machine village!

i seem to recall my game likes to crash on the way to the village so let's save before we get out of the park's save bubble

okay that bit with the sending parts and supplies up HAS to be foreshadowing SOMETHING....but what???

was this flash of white here before?

eve eating an apple.

oh my god

adam raising his brother to wear underpants

not what i expected!

just talks to Pascal off the bat

yup, nobody wants to fight

i need to go see about pasta

nop no noodles yet

anyway.

what i remember is that now....it is SIDEQUEST HELL!

i do not like how this machine mama talks about her son

i already feel bad about this

oh....okay i feel better now

it's okay kiddo, communication IS hard

ah looks like i might have to restart the sidequests i didn't finish before...

that'll be a pain

noodles should be ready very soon....letty hungy letty wamt meal

penne with vodka sauce if anyone's curious

(nobody is)

okay actually it's apparently four-cheese sauce

which is weird because it tastes like it needs cheese

anyway i do appreciate getting to know the different Operators a little...

also it's kinda weird just how little the androids know about humans isn't it?

the machines almost seem to understand more about humans and how people live

though i guess the androids probably got all kinds of propaganda

especially yorha

OKAY CONSPIRACY THEORY TIME

adam and eve, the first people. WHAT IF the machine wars are separated by like...earth being populated, and whether it's machines or humans switches between every war?

what if the cyclical implications are because these wars always play out the same?

listen i'd believe weirder shit at this point

i am also not convinced that this 9S playthrough i'm doing is the "same" playthrough as got me to ending A

like. hear me out. same shit but it's *fucking happened before*, exactly the same almost, and this either takes place *before* playthrough 1 started or after it ended

and for some reason 2B remembers shit across cycles but has to pretend she doesn't

repeatedly attempts platforming my way to chests

OKAY now let's beat up daddy servo and see if he's done yet

i feel weird about papa serves us having a head in his crotch now

"taste the forbidden fruits" or "go hungry" i LOVE how sassy the options in this game are

anyway im level 45 let's fuck him up

of a random and unspecified god

nice i already have his shit

nice star wars reference

seriously though, he's gonna have me come at him AGAIN???

next time might be the last....i hope so im getting sick of him

huh the same message from humanity.....i think that's a recording folks

i think the humans are dead

where my white moose buddy at

not here :(

oh fuck i accidentally killed a moose with fall damage

sorry

wait but....there's a chest back there, why can't i get to it....

gimme a few levels and i'll be back, papa servo....but i see there's another sidequest in the village?

there's one out in the desert...

there's another in what looks to be the amusement park's castle?

you know what i'm gonna blast ahead to when i get fast travel, actually

wait what's this "novel" thing in my intel...oooh is that Simone's text?

picture books, too...

rams moose into another moose

nearly fell down the chasm....by which i mean i did but only a little, i found my way back up

....uh? moose dude? you okay? u chillin'?

he's just kinda right at the VERY EDGE of the waterfall like his model is hanging half off the cliff

im gonna leave him be

oh goddammit is the quest that kiddo locked himself in again?

aww he's got a crush

OKAY TIME TO FIGHT ENGELS AGAIN

that was easy

there goes the neighborhood!

oh boy LOTS of sidequests on the map now! so like i said imma go get fast travel then do a lot of these

i think i get fast travel once i go see adam and eve again?

wait there were only the wormy ones down here before....

but now there's one of the big ones that 9S became at the end of ending A

is this about to deviate?

apparently not

also imma go to the flooded city early to see about that one couple

50,000G? Is that all?

tis but a pittance

uhhh i just got an exchange of dialogue between 9S and Pod that i dooooon't think I have context for.....

there's "anothere of those machines" and he's like "i guess it's going to attack me" and his pod says something about this type of machine specifically seeking out androids for revenge....

OH WAIT NO I THINK IT'S THE GOLDEN ONES

ALL IS WELL

fuck i'm bad at hacking

but you have to kill the big one first and then the little one, right?

STOP FUCKING TARGETING THE LITTLE ONE

9S refuses to not target the little one! i want to hack the big one!

okay NOW we can work on the little one

that machine's dying speech hits hard...

dafuq, the music?

okay there's no giant standing wrecked fish machine here

i AM gonna try to platform over to those chests i saw before before i go

okay i got over there

Legion? with a capital L?

anyway let's get down into the cave!

woohoo the latest locked chest had a crapton of good shit!

...i think it's been a while since i saved, actually. i should do that. but i'm already down the hole, how do i get out to go save?

i guess i don't!

to the alien mothership!

okay, i remember fighting Eve as 2B. I didn't realize it was two 1v1s, that's pretty cool. And I'm thinking about how Adam's the one who fucks 9S up and mmmmmmboy.

OKAY WE SAVED

ALRIGHT we have to go to the Bunker to progress plot but it's time for sidequest hell!

oh the kid's a hikikomori again

oh. he just wants to play with 9S doesn't he....

first one i've done in one go, of his quests. am i getting better at this?

he's....giving up on not being a shut-in

oh my god i guess....if he wants to make the best possible lock......good for him ig?

and his mother is proud of him for this

im jealous

quest from pascal!

wait weren't these questions part of the main plot....im confused....

oh well

the machines other than adam and eve only ever seem to discuss living together with androids, never humans?

do they know something

whoops i missed a question but i got the quest

the fuck is numismatics

the weird machine's very smart, as expected

okay the opera house sidequest isn't available yet ig

next, the tower

machine's thoughts.....

don't love that i killed philosophybot but ok

oh i found another

pain because it can't find meaning in its existence....and now 9S is questioning....

oh this MUST be another one

....so that's why they were always in high places....

and 9S was starting to be affected by getting in their heads

fuck

okay so what we have left is....serve me daddy, racing star, something in the resistance base, the wandering couple, something in the desert? and oh something in the one building Engels smashed through, too. and whatever the fuck is in the opera house.

i do not want to do the race we're ignoring him til later

there is a resistance member who recognizes 2B

all i can think of is how Anemone called 2B "Number 2" at first meeting....same thing she called A2

oh no....this is going to be feelsy isn't it. the life log.

oh no....she was murdered by another Resistance member?

fuck this woman murdered her friend didn't she

lady i think "the bastard who murdered [your] friend" might...turn out to be you....

am i going to sidequest another resistance member into committing suicide

2b wtf? "i know she's pretty but"

what happened to emotions are prohibited

what happened to playing unflappable

ohhh this is the photographs quest again, okay

because i couldn't reach the destination out in the desert

i can't upgrade both the phoenix sword and the engine blade bc they need the same components and i only have enough for one....

gotta be the engine blade then. gotta support my boy noctis.

wtf 2B

what is your PROBLEM

time to check the desert then, i've got three goals out thattaway

maybe i'll be allowed to get to the photo site?

fuck yes, boar in the desert, that will make traversal less of a pain

piggy won't go that far....hum. i'll see if i can press onward on foot after i accept this sidequest.

okay i can get SO CLOSE to the destination for the desert photo, but i can't seem to get through the sandstorm, i think i'm getting redirected around it...

i got through!

f i s h i n g

ugh all im fucking catching are killifish

it's gonna be fucking hard to ever get back here

would be nice if there were an access point out here....

oh great. hunting down ALL the old world shit. fun times, love quests that don't make the end goal clear....

i gave up and used a guide just for this one quest and even WITH one it was awful

im probably not done

i did find a new weapon though!

nation here lived under an absurd number of laws

mask is for a woman

nation was wiped out suddenly, because of a king passing...

9S is rightfully baffled by westerns

"Facade"....

i am so glad for that fuckin mars rocket beacon giving me a gd landmark i can see from anywhere

idk if there's anything else out in the desert....like, past the sandstorms....shit to find? new areas??? idk presumably something will direct me

or i'll beat the game and look it up

lets get out of the fuckin desert

oh no....the poor wandering couple....

swindled by someone they thought would help them

okay i now have two goals in the park ruins so that's next

oh neat i already have the memory alloy she needs

oh my god that's cute, pascal

wait why close his eyes isn't he blindfolded?????

oh no....running away together being too perilous, or forgetting their feelings....

fuckkkkk

i have to do it????

I AM NOT HAPPY

oh

oh my god

lady i....think that's cruelty???

that does not seem healthy

okay THAT is DEFINITELY not healthy

THE SIXTH TIME?????

WHAT THE FUCK

THAT WAS FUCKING WEIRD

AND CREEPY

BADFEELS

i.....i think we are stopping here for the night

[youreacowgirllikeme]

Time Will Tell: Part Three

note: this is for @peppermintschnappss , who requested a part three (read part ONE and TWO here) so here we go, enjoy :)

words: 3k

warnings: swearing, smut

“The jury finds the defendant not guilty of the accused charges.“

Hearing the verdict felt like the biggest weight had just dropped off your shoulders, you were so relieved that you could barely make out the judge dismissing the court over the sound of your pulse hammering in your ears.

You had just won your first case for your new employer, it had been the first client you had dealt with all on your own, a case of alleged tax fraud, and you had nailed it.

With a big smile on your face, you quickly congratulated your client and, after a short talk with the prosecutor, made your way out of the courtroom, a spring in your step.

Just before you reached the door, the sound of a familiar voice behind you made you stop in your tracks.

“You did it, champ.”

Turning around, you came face to face with your colleague, but more importantly, boyfriend, Chris.

You were surprised to see him, and immediately threw your hands around his neck to kiss him, not caring about the fact that you were technically still in the court room.

“Chris, what are you doing here? Did you watch the trial?” You asked after breaking the kiss.

“Of course I did. It was your first one for the firm, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Actually, I’m here to pick you up. We’re celebrating.”

+++

“You did this all by yourself?”

You took in the living room of Chris apartment with wide eyes. He had put up a beautiful dinner table, and there was a delicious smell coming from the kitchen.

“You’re such a sap.” You said, a bit choked up. „Thank you so much, baby. “

“Only for you, superstar.” Chris replied, leaning down to kiss you deeply. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body to his. He was warm and solid, and when his hands wandered down to squeeze your ass, dinner wasn’t your top priority anymore.

"Do you think we can maybe re-heat the food later?” You gasped against Chris lips, pulling his shirt out of his trousers to run your hands over his abs.

“Fuck, yes.” he murmured, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the bedroom.

+++

“Oooh here she comes, trying for the outside jump.” Chris exclaimed, before bursting out laughing as you totally missed the hoop.

“Sweetheart, I‘m so sorry, but that was pathetic.”

You flipped him the bird, running to collect the ball and throwing it at Chris with all the force you could manage. He effortlessly caught it and shot it through the hoop like it was nothing.

“Show-off.” you murmured, sitting down on the bench on the side of the basketball court. You were done, Chris had tried to teach you his favorite game for hours now, but you didn’t manage to make any progress. You just weren’t cut out for ball sports.

“Don’t beat yourself up, baby. It took me forever when I first started playing.” Chris said, slumping down next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull your close.

“Stop it, im gross and sweaty.” You giggled, trying to push him away, but he just laughed and pressed a kiss to your head. His laugh was your favorite sound in the world, so you stopped wriggling and leaned against his shoulder.

“Who taught you to play like that anyway?” you asked, looking up and noticing a far away look on Chris‘ face.

“My dad did.” He said, his voice oddly quiet now. “It was our favorite activity when I was a teenager.” He paused for a moment, and you decided to wait and let him speak. “For a long time, it basically was our only one. You know, with him being governor and everything, he wasn’t around a lot, or had any free time.”

“I’m sorry, Chris.” you whispered.

“It’s alright.” He dismissed you, still sounding a bit strained. “My big brother stepped up for a lot of stuff, you know. Homework, making sure I didn’t get in trouble, he even helped me with my college applications and everything. He’s an ass most off the time, but I still love him, and I’m grateful for everything he has done for me.” He chuckled. “But he can’t play basketball for shit.”

“Sounds like he and I have something in common then.” You noted, trying not to sound awkward. The topic of Chris’ family was still foreign terrain, you hadn’t met them yet, and had decided to give Chris space and wait for him to bring it up himself. You were also slightly nervous, because there was no way Chris hadn’t told them about you, his college nemesis.

Deciding to change the topic and cheer your boyfriend up, you picked up the ball again.

“Do you still have enough energy for another round, Cuomo?” You asked smugly. “If you’d rather go home and take a nap, just say so, would be totally fine.”

Chris laughed, and snatched the ball right out of your hands with ease. You were happy to see him lighten up.

“Please, as if playing against you would require any energy.”

+++

The topic of Chris childhood didn’t come up for another few weeks, you had noticed that he avoided talking about it and were wise enough not to pressure him.

Everything was going fine until Chris lost a big case for a very high-end client. The man had clearly been guilty, and not even your boyfriend had been able to get him out, despite his talent as an attorney.

It was the talk off the whole firm the next day, Chris hadn’t lost a case in ages, and never such an important one. He had been on edge ever since the trial, but it was what happened in the morning meeting that made him snap.

The reason was Smith, another associate and Chris’ number one opponent for the spot of the next junior partner of the firm. You hated the guy, he was vile and clearly only in it for the money. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut, and started to attack Chris during the morning meeting.

“Great job you did yesterday, Cuomo.” he snarled, his voice sounding through the whole conference room. “I wonder how many clients your incompetence will cost us. People are already talking.”

You could feel Chris going rigid beside you and carefully put your hand on his back in an attempt to calm him.

“Don’t let him get to you.” You whispered “He wants to rile you up.”

When the man continued to speak, you could see Chris’ jaw going tense, which was never a good sign.

“Seriously, boss, Cuomo is a basket case, how is he still working for us after that fuck-up? Oh, wait, I know it, I’m sure daddy pulled some strings for his little boy.”

You couldn’t prevent what was happening next. Chris surged forward with a angry growl, already taking a swing at the guy.

“Shut your fucking mouth!” he hissed, backing Smith up against a wall. He was considerably larger, and the fearful expression on the guys face paired with Chris raised fist made chaos break loose as multiple people were trying to get him away from the smaller man.

“Gentlemen, stop this!” your boss thundered over the agitated voices of your fellow coworkers “Smith, see me right away. I won’t tolerate this kind of behavior. Cuomo, take a walk and then get to work. Come to my office after you’re done tonight.”

Chris gave Smith another deadly stare before storming out of the room. You shot your boss an anxious glance, but he just nodded, signalling you to go after Chris.

You hastily followed your boyfriend, only to see him disappear into his office at the end of the hallway. Carefully, you approached the closed door and entered without knocking.

Chris was slumped in his chair, face buried in his hands. Seeing him like this made you want to go back and punch Smith in his stupid face.

“Hey.” you whispered, gently reaching out to put your hand on Chris shoulder.

He raised his head, and the look of fury and sadness in his eyes almost broke your heart.

"Fuck, I should not have lost control like this back in there.” he said “But this guy has been testing me for so long now, always with the same bullshit.”

He got up from his chair and started pacing around the small room.

“You know how often I’ve heard this crap before, Y/N? That I’m just where I am because of my family name? That my father paved the way for everything I’ve ever succeeded in?”

You swallowed, a churning feeling in your stomach. You knew exactly what he was talking about, because for years you’ve been one of the main people saying just that. You wanted to speak, but Chris interrupted you.

“Those people out there, they know nothing about me. They don’t know how it was to have a father who was absent all the time, to be constantly teased in school. To be ripped out of the life you knew to move to fucking Albany, this stupid one horse town where everyone knew your name, and go to this school full of pricks who all made fun of me and bullied me because of my family. I never asked to be in the fucking spotlight.”

By now, Chris was almost screaming, and there was a kind of emotion in his voice you’ve never heard before, he sounded desperate and sad in a way that made tears well up in your eyes.

“Still, I worked my ass off in that stupid school, and I got into Yale. Only for people to say the exact same shit about me again, and this drags through my whole life, Y/N. I can never get rid of this, I avoided politics and tried to do my own thing here, but everything I’ll ever be to people is the son of the fucking governor, who in their eyes, never worked a day in his life.”

You were frozen to your spot, just watching Chris through a veil of tears. Guilt and dread were clawing in your stomach, it had never occurred to you that all the things you said in the past had not only been far from the thruth, but had also hurt Chris so profoundly. He had always seemed so cool and unfazed during your arguments.

“Chris.” You began. “You’re more to me. You’re a brilliant attorney, the boss has talked about how great you are at the job the second I arrived here and hasn’t stopped since. Smith is jealous because he knows he’ll never reach your level, not as a lawyer and much less as a person. You are kind, and the most intelligent and dedicated man I know. You’re everything I always thought you weren‘t, and that I am one of the people who hurt you this way makes me sick. I cant even begin to tell you how sorry I am for being so shallow.”

You were crying now, tears rolling down your face. Chris looked devastated, hurrying to you to pull you into a tight embrace.

“I’ve forgiven you a long time ago, baby. You’ve been my rock ever since we’ve met again, and that makes up for every silly row we had in college.” He pressed a kiss to your hair, and you sighted, nuzzling your face into his chest, your tears soaking into his dress shirt.

“You probably have to change this.” You whispered, tugging on a wet patch on the fabric.

“I have a spare one in here, don’t worry.” Chris replied, taking your face into his hands to kiss you deeply. “We’re not the people we used to be, Y/N. Don’t beat yourself up, and I’ll try to do the same, promise.”

+++

Soon afterwards, you had to leave to meet up with a client for your current case. You had been running around the whole day without a break, and without hearing anything from Chris.

It was almost eight by now, and you were starting to get worried. Pacing your living room, you were anxiously waiting for Chris to arrive. He had told you to not wait up at the firm but promised to come to your apartment as soon as his talk with the boss was over.

The sign of the bell made you spin around and run to your door, yanking it open. Chris was standing outside your apartment, and the big smile on his face erased your anxiety in a heartbeat.

“You’re looking at a freshly promoted junior partner, sweetheart.” He grinned, and whatever he wanted to say next was interrupted by you throwing yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck with a squeal.

“Oh my god, baby, congratulations.” You exclaimed, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Tell me everything!”

Chris followed you into your flat, discarding his suit jacket and letting himself fall onto your couch.

“I still haven’t fully realized what happened.” He began. “I was sure the boss would kick my ass for the way I behaved this morning, maybe even suspend me for a while. But he just told me off really quickly, and then he started talking about how that case I lost was impossible to win anyway, and how good my work has been for the past years. And then he offered me the junior partner position, just like that. I accepted of course.”

He smiled, and there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I can’t wait to rub that into Smiths stupid face. One of the paralegals told me he got a big ass whooping by the boss after the meeting this morning.”

"Serves him right, that little asshole.” You replied, before leaning over to kiss Chris again. “I’m so proud of you, you deserve this like no one else. Now that I think about it, how does champagne sound?”

“Wow, so were going to be fancy tonight?” Chris chuckled.

“If you becoming a junior partner doesn’t call for champagne, what does?” you responded, getting up to fetch the drinks from the kitchen.

You handed Chris a glass and clinked your own against his. “To you, Mr. Big Shot lawyer.”

The champagne sent a pleasant, fuzzy feeling through your stomach, and you let your eyes fall on your boyfriend, taking in how good he was looking in the warm light of the room.

“You know, I always had a thing for attorneys.” You murmured, setting down your glass to put your hands on Chris chest.

Chris laughed, and set his glass aside as well, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Is that so, huh? Well today is your lucky day then, I just got promoted and I’m in the mood to celebrate.”

His hot breath sent a shiver down your spine, and you tilted your head, exposing your neck to Chris, who instantly started kissing and sucking the smooth skin. You moaned softly and started to unbutton Chris shirt with shaking fingers.

“Bedroom?” he asked, and you nodded enthusiastically, taking his hand to pull him to the other room. Both of you quickly shed your clothes before you dropped to your knees in front of Chris, closing your lips around his already hard cock.

“Jesus, Y/N.” he murmured, stroking your hair as you fully took him into your mouth. “So perfect, baby.”

You wrapped you hand around the base of his length, stroking him while moving your head up and down. Suddenly, Chris hand grabbed your hair and softly pushed you away.

“If you keep it up like that, this will be over soon, and I’m not done with you, sweetheart. Get on the bed, baby.”

You quickly complied, laying down on the duvet and looking up at Chris expectantly.

He climbed on top of you and started stroking your inner thighs with his fingers, softly nudging your legs apart.

“I bet youre already wet for me, baby.” He murmured, voice smooth and dark as his fingers dipped between your legs. “I knew it.”

“Chris.” You whined at the feeling of his fingers brushing over your clit. “Fuck me, please.”

“Patience, baby.” Chris replied and continued to tease you, softly circling your bud with increasing pressure until you were sobbing, legs shaking as you fell apart under his touch.

While you were still riding out your climax, Chris slid between your legs and pushed into you. You cried out as he started to move, you were still so sensitive that you could feel yourself already approaching the next orgasm.

“Shit, baby, you’re tight, I’m not gonna last.” Chris grunted, his thrusts were already getting more erratic.

“Let go, baby.” You whispered, your voice breaking as you reached your peak again, pulling Chris with you this time.

+++

Afterwards, you laid next to each other, Chris arm loosely slung around you as you played with a lock of his hair. His blue eyes found yours, and you had to smile, your heart fluttering when he smiled back at you.

“It’s funny.” Chris suddenly said, “So many things happened today, but the only thing I care about right now is that you’re here with me.”

He propped himself up on his elbow to properly look at you.

“I would’ve never thought that this” he gestured between the two of you “could happen.”

“Not in a thousand years.” You agreed, laughing softly.

Chris face got serious, and he reached out to softly stroke your cheek.

“If you want, I’d like to introduce you to my family this weekend, Y/N. You know that I’m a private person and talking about emotions isn’t exactly my strong suit. But you make me really happy, and I want everyone to know.”

“I’d love to meet them.” You whispered, and the smile that took over Chris face made you forget your nervousness.

Everything would be fine.