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bonefall · 10 months ago

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Do you have a family tree for DOTC and the ancient tribes around the lake with Hollyleaf/Fallenleaf?

I don't yet. When I finish up my re-read, I'm going to gather ALL of the DOTC cats and start dividing them up into the three cultural groups. After getting them all in bundles, I'm going to whip them up into proper family trees.

If you're asking about canon's family tree... I can make it if you'd like, but I'd just be showing you the ticking timebomb of genetic diversity they set up for themselves. It's all Quiet Rainkin and random forest cats, most introduced after book 3. None of the other settlers had grandchildren and the living children have no mates.

Sun Shadow died.

Lightning Tail died and Acorn Fur was forced into a vow of chastity

None of Turtle Tail's kits have kits; one is in a vow of chastity

There's nothing to "preserve" about the canon tree, unfortunately. It's not really a "tree," it's more like a couple of bubbles with a ton of dead women floating around outside.

For funsies, let me try and remember all the "bubbles" off the top of my head, plus when the characters were introduced

Ravenstar x Juniper Branch (Book 6)

Milkweed x Leaf (Book 5, Book 2, plus existing kits with an unknown mate)

Misty (Book 2; kits have no kits.)

Shadowkin: Tall, Moon, Sun (1, 1, 5, extinct)

Jackdaw's Cry x Hawk Swoop (extinct)

Turtle Tail x Tom the Wifebeater (endangered)

Riverstar x Finch Song (Book 1, super edition)

Wind Runner x Gorse Fur (Moth Flight and Dust Muzzle are born in book 3)

Willow Tail (introduced with a sibling in book 4; extinct)

Shaded Moss was the father of Rainswept Flower (extinct)

Fox and Petal were siblings (Petal raised Misty's children)

I forgot the name of Drizzle's mom and sibling (book 6)

I think there's also a cat called Apple Bottom Jeans or something in Thunderstar's Echo who has a litter, but I can't remember her mate without google. There were also some litters born in Riverstar's Home I can't remember. I barely remember the side books, were there any others born in Shadowstar's Life...?

Here's all the pairings in the Quiet Rainkin family, as contrast;

Quiet Rain x Unknown (4 kits)

Clear Sky x Bright Stream (Died pregnant; gave birth to 2 dead angel fetus children in heaven)

Clear Sky x Storm (Thunder was the only survivor of 3)

Clear Sky x Star Flower (two litters; the first was 3 iirc, the second unknown)

Jagged Peak x Holly (3 kits)

Gray Wing x Slate (3 kits iirc)

Thunder x Violet Dawn (4 kits)

So... bottom line is, something like 50% of births were coming out of the Quiet Rainkin family, and they account for something like 30% of cats with existing family at all.

Personally, I think that's awful in a prequel arc that's supposed to be about ancestors. So I'm going to be making whole families for BB.

#bone babble #Re: this is all from memory #Did I miss any?#Also this is a large reason i think theyre just bad at handling family trees.#It was a completely clean slate and they are still barelling towards a pretzel in a couple generations #Unless they continue to summon fresh bodies from the bushes #MY excuse is that I don't work with OCs and have to handle the small population sizes.#I work with limits theyve set and even I can still think more carefully about family trees #They do not care at all about them or consider them outside of superficial references #And I dislike that. The whole draw of the series imo is following them through their lives and subsequent generations #But hey. My kitchen my spices.#If BB ever had its serial numbers sanded off I'd keep the BB!DOTC families into the modern era too lmaoo #But that's neither here nor there

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winterarchives · 2 years ago

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joel miller drabble (p2)

The clicker had been two inches from digging into the fucking meat of your shoulder, as Joel so kindly reminds you every few minutes.

The air between the two of you is stale inside your run down apartment, but you can feel Joel’s irritation kick up every so often. The incessant tapping of his boots against the patchy linoleum isn’t as quiet as he thinks it is. Cheeky bastard.

“You know, it really wasn’t that bad-“

“If you finish that sentence, I swear…” he drifts off, leaning over in the kitchen chair and resting his forehead into calloused hands on the matching table. His boot, caked in dried mud and speckled with blood from your undead assailant, taps aimlessly against the floor still.

“I’ll rip your fucking foot off, Miller.” You snap, slamming the cooler closed after you yank free a water soaked bottle of whiskey. An ice run would be necessary tomorrow.

He stops the tapping, thankfully, but levels you with a heated glare.

“You could’ve died tonight,” he growls.

“Could die tomorrow,” you sigh, worrying at your bottom lip while you twist the top off the bottle, “thing is, Joel, I didn’t fucking die.”

Now you’ve done it. He drops his hands from his face with a deep chuckle, sounding damn near sinister. Anybody else would be frightened by the display, but you’re the cat that got the cream, stomach heating up and coiling tight in anticipation.

He rests his hands, big and rough and begging to be on you, on his thighs, “that so?” He asks, it’s a trap, of course. Everything’s a trap between you and Joel Miller. It’s just hard to tell who the victim is sometimes.

You take a deep pull from the whiskey, hissing as it makes its way down your throat. Liquid courage, there’s nothing like it.

You step closer to Joel, watch the amusement spark in eyes before it shifts to a heated want.

“Wanna check, cowboy? See if I’m still breathing? If my heart’s still tickin’?”

Joel’s eyes heat once more, and you can just barely make out the slight twitch in his faded blue jeans. The muscle beyond the fabric is taut, presses so sinfully against the material you’re practically salivating and seeing stars already…

“Give me that,” he orders when you’re close enough, pulling you onto his lap and the whiskey from your hands in one fluid movement.

You settle automatically, relishing in the feel of him against you as you lean your head into the crook of his neck. You drink in the sight of his adam’s apple bobbing along the length of his throat while he works at the bottle, his swallowing loud against the shell of your ear.

“You done bein’ a brat?” He asks, “or is this what we’re doin’ tonight?”

You grin against his throat, run your teeth and tongue against the slight stubble and flush red at the low rumble that sounds in his chest, “m’always a brat, Miller. But if you want me to stop,” you whisper, pressing yourself flush against the aching hardness in his jeans, “by all means, tell me to stop…”

“Gonna send me to an early grave, sweetheart,” he groans, setting the whiskey firmly on the table and hoisting you up into his arms, “let’s go, see if we can’t get your heart tickin’ some more.”

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uhhhitsgray · 2 years ago

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Gamer Boy

↳ Pairing Eren Yeager x reader ↳ Warnings: nsfw, eren x fem reader, smut, orgasm delay kind of - if you squint, some fingering, blow job. ↳ w/c: 3.4k~

"Bruh, I need a healer! Where the fuck is Connie?!"

"Of course he got food without telling anyone."

"Ah shit. I died in their spawn, left side."

"Shut the fuck up Jean, you're bottom of the team!"

This was all you had been hearing for the last few hours - Eren playing games with his friends. He was already gaming when you let yourself into his apartment earlier in the day. He paused for a moment, giving you a peck on the lips as you told him you were fine with hanging out while he still played.

Though, your answer may have been a bit different if you knew he'd be playing for this long. His gaming wasn't the issue at all actually. You two played games together all the time. The issue was you becoming gradually more horny as your mind played out scenarios of him fucking you stupid.

Oh how your core was now aching for his tender, yet at the same time rough, touch. How you craved the way he'd always twist your nipples just the way you like it to incite an instant moan to slip from your lips. How his fingers moved inside you, how he filled you up perfectly.

Fucking hell.

His back was facing you in his chair at his desk, headset on, arms moving across his keyboard and mouse. His veins exposed, muscles flexing as he moved. His hair in the normal bun it was usually in, it looked good but would look better with your hands weaved through it.

Walking up behind him from the bed, your hands snaked around his neck. Eren jumped slightly, pulling one side of his headset off of his ear. "Holy shit you scared me." He let out a small laugh.

"Yeah?" You breathed on his neck, placing kisses down the one side as your hands slid forward on his chest.

"One sec, guys." You heard Eren say as he pressed his mute button on his keyboard, turning his head to look at you.

"Baby, I'll be done after this game, okay? Promise."

You let out a small groan, your hand running up his neck, finger trailing over his adams apple. "Hmm - can't wait for you," the kisses you place on his neck are turning into nibbles. "Need you now Ren."

His body stiffened slightly, eyes still on the monitor in front of him.

You kiss his neck. "I want to play a game too. How about I get on my knees under your desk…" You kiss the other side of his neck. "And suck your pretty cock, hm?" You bite his neck, your hands slowly trail down his chest, down his abs as your first finger dips into the waistband on his shorts and briefs.

He takes a staggered breath in as his eyes glance down to your hands.

Your finger moves away from his waistband, "But, keep playing your game. Unmute your mic, act like nothing is happening. Yeah?" Your hands yet again wander down the outside of his shorts to find his cock already half hard, you smirk to yourself.

Eren swallows next to you, "Yeah, okay." His breathing is already faltering some, his response breathy.

Without another word you're on your hands and knees, crawling under his desk. Fingers dancing up the outside of his hips up to the waistband of his pants. Pushing your fingers inside of his pants, his skin is soft and warm to the touch.

"Lift up baby." You state in-between his legs. In a brief second his thighs are pushing off the chair under him as you tug side to side to pull his shorts and briefs off.

As his bottoms pool to his feet, Eren picks up one foot after another moving the clothing out of the way. Once both feet were planted on the ground you scoot forward placing kisses on the inside of his thighs. Erens legs closing slightly at the sensation.

You giggle, "Spread your legs a bit Ren. Don't be shy." Eren shifts his weight a bit in his seat as he spreads his legs more for you.

"I can leave this game right now if you want." Erens voice wavers a bit as you nuzzle your cheek into his thigh, lazily stroking his cock that was gradually getting harder.

Eren pushes his chair back a bit, allowing him to see you in between his legs. You hold his cock up, running your tongue from his base to his flushed tip. "But baby, that'd defeat the purpose of the game." You smirk up at him.

Erens head lulls back at the sensation, a groan escaping his lips. "Do as you please baby, but when you're done I'm gonna fuck you so good." He leans down a bit, holding your chin with his thumb and finger. "You want that, princess?"

You can feel a heat pool between your legs, your eyes glazing over at the words that fell from his lips. A nod was the only thing you could manage. Erens thumb brushes the side of your cheek, "I thought so."

He gives you a wink as he scoots his chair under the desk again, cock hard and hanging heavy between his legs.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm back. Yeah everything's good." You heard Eren continue to talk to his friends, but you ignore the chatter above you as your eyes look over his cock in front of you. Thick, and long with a vein that runs up the side. His tip was shiny as you continued to smear precum over him.

Your hand loosens around him as your place kisses and nibbles on his thighs as his muscles become tense. You could say you had an obsession with thighs, but who could blame you with his thighs splayed before you. Smooth, tan and muscular. Fuck he was pretty.

"Mmmm…" Eren let out the smallest groan as you tighten your grip on his cock, moving your mouth over his tip as your tongue dances circles over it.

You hear him clear his voice from above you, "Yeah I'm good."

"I did not moan, I just got a cramp in my foot." You smile to yourself. You move your mouth further down his cock, bobbing your head up and down on his shaft. Your tongue rubbing on the underside of him.

"Fucking h-hell." Eren whispers out, your eyes shifting upwards watching his stomach rise and fall as his breathing quickens beneath his shirt.

"Huh?" Eren speaks into the mic. You remove your hands from his cock, running your hands up on the top of his thighs, stopping right below his hips as you continue to suck his cock.

"I am n-not stut-terring." You feel his thigh muscles get tight under your palms. You entice him to slip up more by digging your nails into his skin. You hear him let out a shaky breath.

Cute that he's trying so hard to hold it together.

Your hand makes it back over to his cock as you move your mouth off of it. Pumping his cock, it’s ungodly hard right now, that's covered in a mixture of saliva and precum. Slick noises are almost becoming too loud under the desk.

You see a bead of precum leak from his head, your hand pauses at the base of him. You circle your tongue over his head and flick your tongue over his precum soaked slit. His body flinched under your control.

"Hm? Yeah I'm here." If you could see Eren's face right now, you could probably cum on the spot. You were sure his pretty face is brushed a light shade of pink across his cheeks and nose. His pupils are probably blown in those beautifully blue green irises of his.

You take your mouth off his cock, you could feel how soaked you were without even touching yourself.

Fuck.

You needed to sit on his cock, you needed to be filled by this man now.

You crawl out under his desk, Eren's face looking exactly how you pictured. You smile up at him, sighing, "Pretty."

You stand taking your clothes off behind Eren, you watch him for a second as his weight shifts in his chair almost as if he's looking for relief to his heavy cock between his legs.

You turn his chair slightly, pulling a leg over his lap straddling his lap.

Eren pulls a side of his headset off his ear again, pressing a key on his keyboard, muting his mic then moves both hands to your waist, blown pupils finding yours.

"Couldn't wait princess?" His hand is running up your stomach, kneading one of your tits in his big hands.

"I dunno, you tell me." You grab the hand that's holding your breast and move it down to your pussy.

Eren's eyes become dark as his fingers feel just how wet you were for him. A finger pushes past your entrance as he moves his finger in and out of you. A low growl leaving his mouth, "Fuck baby."

You grab his wrist, pulling his finger out of you, "Play your game Ren."

Eren shoves the finger that was inside you into his mouth, licking the juices clean. You could feel his cock twitch under you. "Hhmmm, as you wish baby."

His body shifts under you, sitting up straighter to allow better and more comfortable access to his cock for you.

Your thighs press against his outer thighs, as you scan over his features as Eren tries to take his focus back to his game.

"Sorry, I'm back."

"Yes, I'll actually try this game."

"Huh? Nothing.. just been a bit distracted the past few games, all good."

You giggle to yourself as if he wasn't about to be distracted again in a few seconds.

You shift your body weight to one leg, reaching between your legs to grab Eren's cock. Rubbing his tip against your wet pussy, you notice Eren biting his lip. Probably trying to keep a moan in more than anything.

You lean your upper body closer to his chest. Your bare nipples touching his chest covered by his t-shirt. As you sink yourself down onto his cock, your nipples brush down his chest as your breath fans over his neck. You close your eyes as pleasure washes over you. Eren's eyes locking into yours as his head lulls back, lips pursed trying his damnedest to not make a noise.

You hear faint chatting through his headset, sounds of his name being called but he wasn't answering. His eyes still held your stare as you slowly started to bounce on his cock.

"I … hmph …" Erens hand that was on his mouse is now grabbing onto your waist, squeezing the skin as you keep your slow movements up. He lets go of your side, as if he needed to squeeze you to regain some sort of composure. "Yeah, I hear ya Connie. I'll be r-right there."

You lean your head forward, forehead resting on his shoulder as your fingers tangle themselves in his hair. You hear the chime in his headset indicating he muted himself. His big hand runs up the back of your neck, grabbing a handful of hair yanking your head back to look at him.

"You're not be-eing fair right now."

You slowly lowered yourself on his cock, shifting your hips to push him even further into you, a soft moan escaping your mouth, "How so?"

He pulls your head further back, as he sucks the skin on your neck. "You're being a fucking brat. And -" Eren pauses, his eyes rolling back into his head as you start rocking your hips on his cock. He lets out a groan beneath you, "And you know what happens when you're a brat."

Eren lets go of your hair as you lean your face into his neck, lips brushing his skin placing soft kisses as you pick up speed of you riding his cock. You whisper into his ear, "Think you needa remind me, Ren."

"Yeah?" His thumb is rubbing across your bottom lip, his eyes watching as his thumb pulls your lip down.

He unmutes his mic, "Something came up guys I gotta go."

"I'm fine, I'll talk to you guys later."

He leaves his match, taking his headset off and sitting it down on the desk. Scooting his chair back more as he grabs your ass, lifting you up so high off his cock just the head is still inside and he bucks his hips up into you.

Moans falling out of your mouth, "Fuck Eren!"

"Say. My. Name. Again." He states between every thrust into you. Your body turning into jelly as he continues to fuck into you. A hand grabs your tit, twisting your nipple just the way you like it. Your back is arching into him.

You moan out his name as your forehead has found the familiar home again on his shoulder, as you feel his hand grabbing your face, turning it towards him. "Can't be tired already princess, we're just getting started." Before you could even spill words out of your mouth Erens putting his hands under your thighs, holding you as he stands and walks you over to his bed.

He leans over, placing you on his bed as he places a soft, gentle kiss on your lips. He pauses, leaning back to peel his shirt off of his body and takes in the view of you below him. Your left leg out straight in front of you as the right is bent at the knee. He has the perfect view of your wet pussy, lips a faint shade of red from him rutting into your moments ago.

"On your stomach, princess." He says from above you, palming his cock as he watches your naked body pull a pillow under your stomach, back arching as you push your arms above your head, face squished into the bed below you.

"Fuck, who's got you this wet baby?" It's a rhetorical question, but a question to feed his hungry ego.

You spread your legs further apart for him, displaying your soaking cunt below him. Your eyes look behind you, catching his. "You. You've made me this wet. Just thinking about you fucking me has been driving me mad."

He lets out a small laugh as his middle and ring finger rub up and down your pussy, dipping his fingers into you as he curls his fingers just the right way in you.

"Hmn … Eren, fuck. That feels good." You moan out, your pussy tightening around his fingers.

You let out a small whimper as he removes his fingers from your pussy as he leans his tall frame over your back, "Tell me how good you taste for me." His fingers move in front of your mouth as your part your lips and suck his fingers, moaning as you make eye contact with him. "I taste so fucking good."

He loved every second of it and you could tell.

"Yeah?" He asks, as you feel his cock rub up and down your slit again.

Before you can answer he's pushing his cock into you, slow and deep.

"Hmn, fuck." He groans out from behind you. Pleasure washes over you, making it impossible for words to form.

A few pumps in and Eren is making a smooth and steady pace for himself. You turn your head to the other side, mumbling something under your breath.

“What’d you say baby?” Eren pauses his thrusts for a split second.

“Harder. Fuck me harder, Ren.” Your blown pupils catch his stare.

A devilish grin spreads across his face as he leans forward grabbing a handful of your hair pulling your body upwards. His warm breath fans across your neck as he speaks, “You mean like this?” He lets out a slow groan as he pulls himself almost fully out, letting go of your head as he bends his knee planting his foot on the bed below you two. His hand is holding onto your hip as he pushes himself hard and further into your soaking cunt.

“Fu-uck … hmn!” You moan out below him, vision becoming blurry as he continues to thrust into you with a rhythm that is driving you insane.

“More … more please.” You beg beneath him as if he wasn’t already fucking you perfectly.

Eren lets out a low groan behind you, “You’re being a needy little thing aren’t you?” Slick noises becoming louder the longer he fucks into you, “Hmn, you hear that ba-aby? That’s all you making those noises. Fucking hell.”

Your pussy tightens around his cock, Eren’s heading rolling back at the feeling. “Getting so tight on me princess.”

Your moans and whimpers are becoming louder with every thrust of his cock, your skin feeling tingly as your body gets closer to the orgasm you’ve been chasing.

“Not so fast now. Cumming so easily isn’t what I’ve taught you, is it?” He pulls his cock out of you, removing the pillow from below your stomach. “On your back baby.”

You mindlessly do as you’re told, too fucked out to even bother to answer him. Eren scoots close to you, his hands pushing your thighs up as he wraps one around his waist. In a split second he’s leaning over you, the loose strands of hair touching your forehead as his hand grips around your throat squeezing slightly. “Answer me, brat.”

“N-no, you didn’t teach me that - ah! Fuck Eren.” Your statement turns into a moaning mess as he slides the head of his cock back into you.

Your head lulls to the side as he starts fucking you with the force from before. Eren has a smirk plastered on his face as he watches your cheeks blush, your chest is heaving as you pant below him. Eren leans back on his legs, his hands running up your thighs to your knees, pushing your legs into your chest. “You look so pretty being fucked like this. Feels good to know you’re a mess because of me.”

“Only you…” You pant out, your eyes locking in with his. “Only you can do this to me.”

“Yeah, that’s fucking right princess.” He leans over you, pulling his dick out slightly, his lips meeting yours. His lips are soft on yours, as his tongue enters your mouth, sloppy kisses are exchanged as he slams his cock back into you.

“Hmn … hmm.” You moan into his mouth, your hands travel to the back of his head, fingers lanced in his hair pulling him closer.

His thumb moves down, circling over your clit. As if you weren’t already a moaning mess, you surely are now. “Cum for me princess, you deserve it. I’m right there with you.”

Eren leans back, away from your face as he keeps rutting into you. His movement falters as your pussy tightens around his cock, your eyes roll back into your head - back arching off the bed below you.

“Fuck … ah Eren!” Your hand grabs his forearm squeezing as your orgasm washes over you.

Your body shakes below him, as he slows his movement to allow you to ride out your orgasm. “Fu-ck.” His voice stutters, his body twitches above you as he pauses. You can feel his cock twitching inside you, can feel his cum fill you to the brim.

His hand runs through his hair as he finishes emptying himself in you. Small whimpers come from your mouth at the feeling of him finishing.

You’re still panting as he pulls his cock out of you, laying down next to you. Eren lets out a sigh, “Holy shit.” He tilts his head to the side to get a better look at you. Your cheeks are flushed, bits of your hair sticking to the side of your face.

Your forearm covers your eyes as you try to steady your breathing, “You’re fucking amazing.”

Eren rolls onto the side of his body, “Yeah?” He kisses your cheek. “You’re fucking amazing too princess.”

You turn your head, holding his face in your hands giving him a kiss. “Hm, good.”

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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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The Obey Me Cast on a Camping Trip (Part One: Brothers)

Hey guys, thank you sooo much for getting me to 2,000 followers!! I honestly don’t know what to say... I never dreamed that this little hobby of mine would reach so many eyes, and I can’t be more grateful. At a time in my life where things feel so chaotic and uncertain, being a part of this community and sharing my weird ideas has been what’s kept me going. It’s been such a rewarding experience all around, so thank you. From the bottom of my heart. 😊

I pulled out all the stops for this post. I even brought out one of my favorite songs of all time: Ao to Natsu by Mrs. GREEN APPLE to get the feel juuust right. I hope you all enjoy it!

This post is split in two due to length (I had too much fun again...) For the Undateables, please click HERE!

Intro:

Another day, another team building activity between the demons and the exchange students. It was Diavolo’s idea to go on a camping trip to the human world (because of course it was), and there were very… mixed responses. That sentiment wasn’t helped when he refused Lucifer’s insistent pleas to just purchase cabins for everyone to stay in. Oh no, the Demon Lord wanted to rough it out in the wilderness, and now everyone else was getting dragged along with him…

Wonder how that turned out?

Lucifer

Really, really, really tried to push Diavolo to just rent out cabins in but noooo, he wasn’t having it... So he ended up driving a van crammed with his brothers, the MC, and a butt-ton of camping equipment into the Alaskan wilderness…

The car ride itself was insufferable… We’re talking, “I SWEAR I WILL TURN THIS CAR AROUND!!” level of antics every 10 miles or so (mostly from Mammon)…

Setting up camp was even more of a nightmare because about half of his brothers were utterly useless. The other half (save Satan) were completely clueless… Had it not been for Barbatos and Satan he probably would have just resigned himself to the mercy of the river’s currents and let it take him away…

He couldn’t even wear his usual clothes because of the situation… For the first time in who knows how many centuries, he was stuck wearing jeans… Diavolo even bought him several plaid shirts... (which he was not happy with btw because his brother wouldn’t stop making fun of the “new” him)

He had his own tent of decent-size, enough to move around in but nothing to write home about. The very fact he didn’t have to share was a luxury in itself, so he took it for what it was worth...

He spent a good portion of the trip focused on two things: keeping Diavolo happy and everybody else alive. He rarely left camp unless forced to; he just wanted to get it all over with as soon as possible…

If he did leave, it was because Diavolo would drag him along to fish or hike. He was... less than pleased to be called out of his tent at the crack of dawn or well past dusk to sit on a little rented fishing boat with Diavolo… but he didn’t exactly pick his friends so...

He rates the trip Too Much Trouble/10. Let’s never do it again.

Mammon

Wasn’t a massive fan of being stuck out in the wild, but Satan told him some made-up bullshit about buried treasure out in the forest and got him HOOKED. He even borrowed stole a whole bunch of mining/digging equipment just for the occasion!

He spent most of the car ride asking, “Are we there yet??” like a child. The MC had to step in to keep Lucifer from leaving him on the side of the road at multiple points during the journey...

He was one of the utterly useless ones when it came to setting up camp. Someone charged him with putting up the twin’s tent, and he spent thirty minutes reading (then re-reading) the instructions while shouting expletives. Poor Simeon had to shield Luke from the vulgarity…

He has to share a tent with Levi, which neither of them liked. Mammon mainly because of Levi’s “old fish stink” and Levi because he feared catching “Mammon’s stupid.”

He was all jazzed up to go digging from Day One, though. He’d have breakfast, grab his shovel, then wander out into the middle of nowhere to go dig holes in the ground…

He also got completely lost on Day One, and it took the MC summoning him with their pact to return him to the group... By that time, he was filthy and somehow looked like he had been castaway for days (even though he was gone for like, three hours?)

When he stubbornly refused to stop digging, Lucifer resorted to just tying a rope around his ankle and letting him loose. It was up to Mammon to get back to camp before dinner, or else Lucifer would yank him back like he was on a leash.

Satan waited until the last day to finally tell Mammon the treasure was bullshit, and he was PISSED. He even threw Satan into the river, which resulted in the rest of the brothers joining in for a swim while the two tried to “playfully” drown each other.

He’d rate this trip 0/10 because he didn’t get any buried treasure. What a ripoff…

Leviathan

Hated the idea with a burning, seething passion. There’s no internet, cable, electricity, or phone signal out in the middle of nowhere! How the heck is an otaku supposed to survive?!

He clung to his electronics during the car ride until either they ran out of signal or their battery died, then he didn’t know what to do with himself… He resorted to reading several volumes of the manga he stuffed into his bag and clung to the MC for emotional support…

Yet another useless soul trying to put the camp together. He was in charge of his and Mammon’s tent but ended up almost crying in frustration… How the hell do humans do this all on their own?? Wasn’t he supposed to be the third strongest?! Why is he so pathetic?!? 😫

Hates sharing a tent with Mammon because he always wakes up to the second born encroaching on his space somehow… Poor baby is pretty much directly against the tent wall and STILL has to deal with legs and elbows in his side... 😰

Spends the majority of the trip moping in the tent... If he goes out there, he has to deal with the sun, bugs, and people… No thanks. He only leaves for meals and occasionally to go swimming.

When he found out part of the way through that Barbs brought portable solar panels and a battery pack for Diavolo and Lucifer’s phones, he was livid. He demanded access to the power source, which Lucifer refused because “It would defeat the purpose of this trip.”

He’d have summoned Lotan right then and there, deadass in the middle of the forest, if the MC hadn’t intervened. He then went back to moping, but now at the bottom of the lake and it took a lot of coaxing to get him back out…

On the final day, he was packing up the camp before anyone else even woke up. He wanted OUT and back to civilization ASAP. Bedroom here he comes!

Satan

You wouldn’t think of Satan as an outdoorsy guy. Still, he has shades of a survivalist in him (mostly because he’s read a lot of guides and was looking for an excuse to use them for a loooong time).

He read for the majority of the ride. He was squished between Asmo and Levi, which was reasonably peaceful. But he did end up shouting at Mammon quite a bit towards the end because “NO, we’re not there yet, peabrain!!”

He actually wasn’t a waste of space when setting up the camp, and between him, Barbs, and Lucifer, they were able to get a lot of stuff set up before sundown. He did have to bark a few orders to the others here and there, but overall competency won out in the end.

He shared a tent with Asmo, and the two made it work well enough… Except when Asmo did things like spraying his perfumes and dry shampoos, making it practically impossible to breathe in for a few minutes…

Spent a lot of the first few days reinforcing the camp to a ridiculous degree.

Did he have to collect large branches to build an exterior fence around the campsite? No. But he did.

Did he have to set up a water distillation system using some of the materials Barbs had lying around the “kitchen?” No. But he did.

Did he have to weave a series of fishing nets to catch them lunch from the lake and river? I think you get the point by now.

Only once he built pretty much every contraption or improvement he could think of, did he go back to just reading and relaxing by the fire.

By the time the group was ready to leave, Satan had somehow managed to craft them a veritable, self-sustaining fortress in the middle of the Alaskan wilds…

Overall he would rate the trip as… meh. Next time give him a challenge like a deserted island or an actual desert, and then he’ll really see what he can do.

Asmodeus

Was about as unhappy with the idea as Levi was… It wasn’t that he disliked the outdoors per se, it was just that no one, NO ONE, pulls off looking flawless after several days stuck in a tent!

He chatted the entire car ride from start to finish. He never stopped talking. It made for decent background noise at least…

Was one of the more clueless ones when trying to set up camp and pretty just did what he was ordered. The second he was left to try and figure something out on his own, he went to Lucifer or Satan for help because NOPE. Human equipment is needlessly complicated sometimes…

He had to share a tent with Satan, which in theory shouldn’t have been that bad, but Satan was out basically all day in the sun doing who knows what and would always come back sweaty and gross! At some points, he had to chase his brother out of the tent until he dunked himself in the river or something. No way was Asmo sleeping next to that. 😤

Asmo took the second-longest to get up and get ready in the morning. Sometimes he wouldn’t even leave the tent until well past breakfast just in an attempt to salvage his hair and skin… He only got grouchier about it as the trip went on… 😥

A more… earthy looking Asmo is kind of a bizarre sight. He’s still attractive, no doubt, but it’s less like polished glamour and more like Hollywood humble. He spent the majority of the trip looking like a somewhat dirtied movie-star (which he still insisted was the worst he’s ever looked in ages).

Aside from salvaging his looks, he actually enjoyed taking pictures of their surroundings or of the group (but not himself). He sometimes forgot how genuinely breathtaking the human world could be…

….but his patience for the place wore out quickly once he started noticing his hair getting greasy. He was right next to Levi, packing up the site once it was finally time to leave. At least those two finally found something they could agree on, let’s get the fuck out already!

Beelzebub

He was really curious about trying camping food and pretty excited that Barbatos was coming, too (because that meant great food in general).

Unfortunately, Lucifer had to stop the van at basically every gas station they passed for Beel could refill on snacks… Belphie ended up getting buried in wrappers pretty often, but he was asleep, so it didn’t matter much.

Beel did a lot of the heavy lifting when setting the camp up, but the finer details were left up to everybody else. He had his hands full getting stuff off the cars as is…

Of course, he shared a tent with Belphie, and there wasn’t much complaint between them. Honestly, there would have been more drama if they were split, so this was the better option.

After the MC told Beel about fishing and how it could net him more food, if he did it right, he knew exactly what he wanted to do during the trip.

… But no one told him how long and slow the process would be. There were points he’d get so hungry he’d consider eating the bait himself…

That was until about Day Three of the trip when they passed by a river full of grizzly bears… He was about to ask the MC why the bears were all standing in the water, but then he saw a fish practically leap directly into one’s mouth…

Beel had discovered his true calling.

Of course, the grizzlies didn’t take too kindly to a demon suddenly sprinting into the water with them. They tried to fight him off, but Beel just tossed most of them downstream without any issue until they realized who the apex predator really was…

After forming a shaky truce with the bears, Beel would stand in the water for hours then come back with whole baskets full of salmon… There were far more fish than Barbatos knew what to do with, so he’d just confiscate a few then let Beel eat the rest...

The MC shuddered to think about what Beel had done to the local salmon population… But he was full and happy for most of the trip, so he had a great time!

Belphegor

Sleep for him isn’t too contingent on location, so the idea of camping wasn’t terrible. It did sound like a lot of hassle for no good reason, though…

He spent the entire car ride asleep, head and cow pillow pressed up against the window and everything. It wasn’t the most comfortable experience, but he’d dealt with worse.

He was utterly useless when putting up the camp by choice, thank you. He had more than enough sense to get things put together; he just didn’t want to. If he wasn’t asked to do something by Beel or the MC, he’d just lay back in the grass and smugly watch everybody else struggle…

Again, he and Beel are in the same tent, and you wouldn’t hear any complaints out of him. He did start to have some second thoughts when Beel began getting a fishy smell, though, so he tried to bunk with the MC in their tent for a while.

Like Levi, Belphie didn’t leave the tent much during the daylight hours, but that was because he was still asleep… There was no good way to wake him with no alarms available, so he’d sleep in past lunch easily.

When he was awake, he didn’t leave camp very much except to walk with the MC or watch Beel fishing grizzly-style.

Eventually, Asmo and Diavolo got sick of him dodging their photos, so they’d started posing him Weekend at Bernie’s style around the camp (always conveniently propped up by something and with sunglasses on)

Something Belphie did like, however, was the nighttime. Since there were no lights around, he could practically see everything the sky had to offer. He could spend hours laying on his back long after everyone else had gone to bed just admiring the stars.

All in all, not a terrible trip. Anything that could give him that view like that was well worth it. 6/10, would sleep again.

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#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #thank y'all so so much #you're fantastic

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tangledstarlight · 4 years ago

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based on this because i love 90s!boyfriend luke and i keep thinking about him

She almost doesn’t hear the little tappings at her window over the sound of her music. But when the little pinging sound comes again, Julie finds herself cautiously approaching her window and pushing it open.

“Luke?” She squints into the darkness, down at her boyfriend who’s got his hand raised up like he’s about to throw another handful of pebbles at her window, only stopping when he sees her head leaning out and haloed by the light in her room, “What are you doing?”

“I uh—” he starts, lowering his arm and Julie can faintly hear pebbles falling to the ground in the silence of the night before he’s talking again, “I missed you.”

“You only left like, half an hour ago, how can you possibly miss me?” Julie shakes her head at him, as she lets her elbows rest on the edge of the windowsill, leaning her upper body a little further out into the night.

Luke had come over straight after school under the pretence of wanting to get their homework out of the way before the start of the weekend, but they’d spent the whole afternoon sat side by side on the sofa in the garage, scribbling away in Luke songbook and working their way through a whole bag of chips. And then Luke had stayed for dinner because her Tia had never been able to take no when it came to food, and had gotten even more insistent since her mom died. Not that Luke ever really complained.

Everyone knew that things with his parents could be a little...hard, so if he stayed a little late into the night Ray didn’t often comment until Carlos was going to bed and it was time for Luke to go too. And if he’d show up bright and early the next morning sometimes, well, no one commented on that either.

“You’re the easiest person to miss,” Luke shrugs and Julie's glad for the darkness and the distance so he can’t see her blushing, “Can I come up?”

Julie hesitates, looking over her shoulder at her closed bedroom door as if she can see her dad all the way down stairs watching tv or doing some work or whatever it was he did at night.

There had been one main rule when Julie had first introduced Luke as her boyfriend rather than her bandmate. No being alone in her bedroom with the door shut.

“Come on Molina, we can finish that song we started,” Luke must sense her hesitation as his voice calls up to her lightly, and Julie looks back to see him with is hands clasping together in front of him, eyes wide as he looks at her, “I’ll go as soon as we finish it.”

She blows out a breath, shaking her head lightly as she looks at him with his stupidly cute and earnest face. “Only until we finish the song. And you’ve got to be quiet!”

Julie catches sight of his teeth as he grins before ducking his head to inspect the lattice against the side of the house that leads up the roof outside of her window. Biting her lip, Julie turns back to her room when he’s out of sight to shove dirty clothes into her hamper and turns the volume on her radio up just a little.

Luke is many things, but quiet isn’t one of them.

She hurries back to her window just as Luke’s head pops up on the other side of the roof, eyes shining with a smile that she can’t quite see yet. Julie bites her bottom lip a little hard to keep herself from smiling too much as she watches him pull himself up — proving that his biceps aren’t just for show — and then he’s standing up and waving at her with a smile that makes her feel warm all over.

There’s a split second when Luke wobbles on the edge of her roof, his arms waving in the air at his side and Julie’s eyes go wide, readying to jump to of her window to — do something, when he steadies himself, blowing out a breath that lifts part of his fringe off his forehead, shooting her a thumbs up.

“Would you get in here before you fall,” she shakes her head at him, holding one hand out of her window for him to grab onto. And sure, he doesn’t exactly need help to get through the window, but he doesn't turn it down either. Or let go once he’s crawled through her window and is standing facing her, breath panting over her face as his eyes dip once to her lips before back up.

“Should really tell your dad about that loose slat, someone could take a wicked bad fall,” he murmurs, lips ticking up in a smile that makes Julie roll her eyes at him.

“Mhm, I’ll make sure to mention it over breakfast. Come on,” she tugs at his hand, taking a small step towards her bed and the sheets of paper and blank tapes littering her floor, “Let's finish this song.”

Luke lets himself be pulled along and pushed to the floor, kicking off his shoes and making himself comfortable as he pulls his notebook from his back pocket and picks one of her pens up. For a moment, Julie just watches him and how easily he fits into her space, her life.

“What?” Luke raises his eyebrows at her, lips pulling into an almost nervous smile.

“Nothing,” she shakes her head and uses his shoulder as leverage to lower herself back to the carpet next to him, pulling the pen from his fingers, “We want it to be legible.”

They finish the song much quicker than either of them expect or wanted, the lyrics coming to them quicker then they had earlier in the garage. Almost like it’s taunting them. The only sound in her room is an ad playing on the radio and Luke’s chains on his jeans clinking as he bounces one bent knee.

“Guess I should be going,” he starts, lowering his knees and closing his notebook.

“Stay,” Julie blurts out before she can stop herself, pushing up to her knees and gently pulling the book from his hands to hide behind her back, “Please.”

“But your dad—“ Luke bites his lip as he glances at her bedroom door much like she had earlier, “We’re breaking the main rule.”

“He’ll only put his head around the door to say goodnight, never even know you’re here,” she shrugs and Julie doesn’t know why she wants him to stay so much. Doesn’t realise until the next words out of her mouth are, “I miss you when you’re not here too.”

Luke’s eyes soften slightly as he looks at her, giving up on gathering his things and instead reaches out to pull her over to him, her knees rubbing on the carpet until they hit his thigh and she awkwardly moves one leg up and over until she’s half straddling him. But their faces are level and Julie rests her hands on his shoulders to keep herself steady as he rests his on her waist and then Luke presses a light kiss to the corner of her lips.

“Okay,” he says, like it’s just that simple. Like he’ll always stay if she asks. Julie thinks he probably would, as she angles her head a little better to kiss him properly. By the time she pulls away, a little breathless, one of his hands is in her hair and one of hers and found its way to one of his biceps.

“Wanna help me figure out what songs to put on this mixtape for Flynn’s party next week?” she eventually asks, because if her dad was to walk in and find them like this there might suddenly be more rules to follow.

“Mix tapes are the way to my heart,” he grins and Julie tries not to look at her bedside table where the first ever mixtape he had given her is. They’d been 14 and barely friends and he’d gotten her music rates perfectly.

Julie pecks his lips one last time before turning around where she is and sitting between his legs, Luke arms automatically coming around her middle to pull her body back against his, using his chin to brush stray curls away from her shoulder so he can peer down at the sheet of paper she’s picked up.

It’s 2 hours and too many songs later when Julie hears her dad's steps on the stairs and Luke’s looking at her in silent panic.

“Under the bed!” she whispers, pushing herself away from him to give Luke a little more room to wiggling himself under her bed frame, and Julie barely has time to half throw her blanket over his feet that just stick out when her dad knocks lightly on her door.

“I’m heading to bed, don’t stay up too late,” Ray smiles at her as he leans head and shoulders around her door frame and Julie smiles back, about to wish him good night, when he looks down at her bed and the space below it with a light laugh, “Goodnight to you too Luke, I’ve made the sofa up down stairs for you.”

She can hear a thud and Luke letting out a grunt of pain at her dad's words, and even her eyes are wide.

“I heard you throwing the rocks at her window hours ago mijo. Plus, you mom called to check if you were here,” Ray says to the bed, even though Luke still hasn't crawled back out and then he looks back at her, and he’s still smiling but there’s a tiny frown between his brows, “We’ll talk boundaries in the morning. Goodnight you two.”

It’s not until her bedroom door clicks shut again that Luke pops up on the other side of her bed, hair a mess and a dark blush on his cheeks.

“Shit,” is all he says, rubbing one hand at the back of his neck as he looks at her and Julie can’t help but agree.

“I guess I should be glad that sneaking into girls' rooms isn't something you’re good at, huh?” She teases and her smile only grows as she watches Luke’s lips twitch into one as well.

“I’m sure with a little practice I’ll get in here one day without him knowing,” he shrugs once before jumping up onto her bed and off to the other side so they’re standing together again, his hand automatically finding hers. “Hey, since Ray knows I’m here now, think there’s any of that apple pie left?”

“Come on,” Julie laughs, tugging a little at their joint hands to lead him downstairs. She’s not sure what her dad will say tomorrow and she doesn’t know if things will ever get easier with Luke's parents, but all of that seems like problems for another time. Tonight she’s going to eat leftover pie with her boyfriend and deal with everything else later.

#julie and the phantoms #have i reread or editing this? absolutely not #also. i am attempting post sechduling for the first time so if this fucks up i may cry who knows #jatp fics #julie molina #luke patterson #*fics #*

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odtherat · 1 year ago

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them baggy sweatpants and the rebox with the straps! (With the straps!)

She turned around and gave that big booty a slap! (hey)

She hit the floor! (she hit the floor)

Next thing you know!

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

#randumb asks #ask answered #lyrics #*dies of apple bottom jeans*#<<that is an actual tag that popped up when i wrote out apple #i fucking love that

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itsthestutterforme · 4 years ago

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The Affair (Mr. Cho)

Summary: Y/N sets aside the past she had with Mr. Cho when she realizes he's in trouble. //SMUT Warning, photo is not mine.

Yelling yourself awake, your sweat trickles down your chest and back to be absorbed by your already drenched shirt. Standing up from the couch, you glance at the clock and it read 8:21 pm. You didn't even realize you fell asleep.

You pull off the shirt as you walk into you bedro and toss it across the room. You reach into the drawer to grab another shirt.

You freeze when you see Cho's shirt and slowly reach for it. You had a nightmare about Cho being ambushed and kidnapped. It felt too real to be a dream.

You hated yourself for calling off your relationship with Cho. There was something about how could make you feel like you were the queen of everything by blessing everything you touched. The two of you were meant for each other. You could even go as far as being soulmates in another lifetime.

But in this lifetime, he had a wife and an entire family. You couldn't bring yourself to take time away from them just so he could be with you. You loved him for being able to make that decision, but you loved him enough to make the ultimate decision that be cannot make.

You pull Cho's shirt over head and take your phone into your hands to call Vincenzo. After the fourth ring, he whispers a soft hello when he answers. "What's wrong, why are you whispering?" You say. "It's Mr. Cho." Your heart sinks in your chest. "What about him?"

"He's been held captive. I-" "Where are you right now," "No, Y/N. I will not let you get hurt," "Tell me now, Vinenzo." There was a moment of silence before you hear a deep sigh. "The Geumga Plaza," he says before hanging up.

Rushing to the drawer to grab black jeans, shirt and shoes. You change your clothes as fast as you could and pulled your hair into a high bun. You grabbed your keys and were out the door.

Gi-seok met me into the parking garage and led me to the rest of the group. When you guys rounded the corner, Vincenzo was on his knees as he bled from his head. A man stood over him and raised his leg to kick him.

"Enough!" You say, making everyone stop their motions. The rest of the group mimicked what you said and you rolled your eyes annoyingly. The next thing you knew they were rushing towards you. You duck under the blow the first man threw and thrust kicked him against the wall.

Hitting one man in the throat, you grab his arm and pop it out of place. He yells and you roundhouse kick his face, knocking him out cold. You block another blow and punch him once in the throat and again in his solar plexus before tossing him to the ground.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and when you turned around, it was one of those goons. By the time you had a time to react, an older woman with boxing gloves punches him in the face. You thank her with a soft nod before seeing a man run towards you.

You run towards him and hop on his shoulder to clamp onto his neck when you both rolled on the ground. Using all of your strength and momentum, you throw clear across the plaza, knocking down his people like bowling pins.

Looking around the remaining goons are fighting with the other members of the Cassano family, leaving you wugb the two guys that held Cho.

You were in the process of walking towards him when he broke free and punch one across the face before kicking the other in the chest. He looks at you warmly and you could feel your heart flutter in your chest.

Without thinking, you touched his face tenderly. His right cheek was swollen and covered with bruises. He had a cut above his left eye and his lip was bleeding.

"It isn't as bad as it looks," he says softly. You shake you head and bit your lip angrily. None of this would have happened if he was with you.

"I know what you're thinking, and it's not true." He adds. Pulling away from his face, you move your attention to the bruises peeking out from his shirt.

"You need to go to the hospital," "Why?" "You could have some internal bleeding. We have to make sure." You explain. "I don't t-" you grab his hand and drag him across the plaza to your car.

Turns out he did have some internal bleeding from how many blows he took to the chest and stomach. The doctors say that if he didn't come in as soon as he did, he could have died choking on his own blood.

The doctors called Cho's wife that you haven't officially met yet, but she thanked you for saving his life anyway.

You decided to leave soon after, not want to take time away from him and him family. It's been a week since you've seen him last. He hasn't texted or called you, which is both heartbreaking and good at the same time. It means that he's been taking advantage of his new time.

Throwing your gym bag over your shoulder, you reach for the door knob until you heard a knock on your door. You look through the peep hole to see Cho with a large basket in his hands. "What the.." you say to yourself.

Opening the door, your eyes glance over the basket before meeting his gaze. "What's all this?" "See for yourself," he says, giving me the basket. You look at him and he gives you the okay to open it. Setting the basket down on the table, you could hear him door close behind you.

Your eyes widen when you open the basket to see a new iPhone 11 box with an Apple watch sitting right there beside it. Laying there on the bottom was a cotton penguin sweatshirt with a matching fleece shorts bottoms and socks. At the side was your favorite candy, Y/F/C. All of this together could easily be $1000.

"Cho, what are you." You trail off when you notice how close he was to you. "Why are you doing this?" You ask. He smooths over your hair with his hand and cups the back of your head. "I told her everything." He says. "What?!" You say as you pull away from him.

"Why would you do that? You have a family of your own, why would you put that in jeopardy for someone like me?" "Because you are my family, and I love you." "No, Cho, I will never forgive myself if I am the reason why you get divorced from your wife."

Every step he takes towards you, you take a step back until he walks you into the wall near the door. "You saved my life," he whispers as he cups your cheeks.

His eyes drift from your eyes to your lips but doesn't move from his spot as he searches your eyes for approval. He closes the gap between you by pressing his lips to yours.

His abs brushed against your stomach as he pulled you closer to him. Your hands trailed along his jawline as his tongue invades your mouth. He pulls away to kiss down you neck, your skin igniting under his touch. He takes both of your hands into his and pin them against the wall.

He turns you around and pulls your back into his chest. He caresses the back of your arms and sucks on the sensitive skin along the base of your neck. He pulls off your shirt and left warm kiss down your spine. You loved how he took his time with you. He wasn't in any rush.

Series of moans left your lips when he snakes into to your pants and cups your pussy, rubbing soft circles on your clit. Your legs fall open to give him more access, but you were starting to get impatient.

"Please," you beg as he pulls away from you and licks your justice off his fingers with a hum. "I've missed you," he says, lifting you up and throwing you on his shoulder without warning. He flips the light on and sets you on the bed gently before pulling off your tights.

Maintaining eye contact, he slides two fingers into you bundle of nerves and curled at different angles until he hit one of your gspot. Your legs started to tense as a familiar knot forms in your stomach.

He isolates his fingers so his middle finger strokes the upper wall of your pussy while his ring finger and index finger rub circles on the sides. His eyebrows were pressed together as if he was really focused on something.

That was when it hit me you yell out in shock when he hits three separate gspots. "There we go, sweetheart." He rubs your clit with his opposite thumb and your body was thrashing, unable to deal with the increasingly huge wave that was crashing over you.

He continued to move his talented fingers and your stomach grew sore from tensing your abs so much. You were on the brink of your second orgasm when he slowed down his fingers, making you whine.

He took off his glasses and kissed down your stomach. Curling his finger slowly, he moves down you body until his face was settled in between your thighs. He picks up the face with his fingers as kitten licked your sensitive bud. "Oh!" One hand gripped the sheets while the other gripped his hair.

Even after your second orgasm whipped through you, your legs were involuntarily trembling. He cups your cheeks and presses a burningly slow kiss on your lips, taking the air right out of your lungs. "You are... you're amazing." You say, making him chuckle.

"I'm nowhere near done with you yet,"

#kdrama fanfic #vincenzo #kdramas #smut #vincenzo fic

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team-free-will-you-idjits-67 · 4 years ago

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The News After...

DESCRIPTION: Some unexpected news puts strain between your relationship with Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester confronts you, telling you to talk to Dean and saving your relationship.

POV: Female Reader

CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester

RELATIONSHIPS: Dean x Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT, SMUT, and more SMUT. NSFW, small fluff

WORD COUNT: 2854

AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys! So this was a request from the lovely @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce. They messaged me forever ago about this and y’all know I haven't really been writing for a long time. I’m trying to get back into the full swing of writing so I hope you enjoy this!

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You paced the bathroom floor, gnawing on your lip as you continuously checked the time on your phone. 2 minutes seemed to take 20 years as you waited to see the test results. As the time changed to 2:18, you sighed, shoved your phone into your pocket and walked over towards the sink.

The two pregnancy tests you had taken were flipped over on the cool, white porcelain. Your hands shook as reached for the sticks and flipped them over in your hands to see the results.

Positive.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle your emotions that began to flood through you. You didn’t know whether you were happy, scared or both.

You and Dean hadn’t been trying to get pregnant, but you weren’t exactly being careful either. With everything that had happened within the last few months, Chuck trying to kill everyone, defeating him, Jack taking his powers and disappearing, dealing with the loss of Cas, this was the last thing that you wanted to happen. Emotions within the bunker were still running high and you didn’t know how Dean was going to cope with this news.

A knock on the door made you jump, scaring you out of your thoughts, “Y/N?” Dean’s gruff voice, muffled by the door, showed slight concern, “Are you okay in there? You’ve been in there awhile.”

You shoved the pregnancy tests into the waistband of your jeans and wiped the tears off your face that you hadn’t realized escaped from your eyes. “Yeah babe,” you cleared your throat, “I’m okay. I’ll be out in a sec.” You turned on the sink and washed your hands as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

“Okay,” you could hear him sigh softly, “Sammy and I just finished making dinner. Come to the kitchen when you’re done, okay?”

You nodded to yourself, “Okay, thank you!” You sighed with relief when you heard Dean’s boots trudge away from the bathroom.

You took one last glance at yourself in the mirror. “How am I going to tell him? You sighed as you pushed away from the sink, the pregnancy tests poking you in the side with every sway of your hips within your stride.

Walking towards the warn, dark wood door you took a deep breath before opening it. You peaked into the hallway, making sure the boys weren’t around before sliding out of the bathroom and jogging towards your shared room with Dean. You dipped into your room, Dean’s warm apple and bourbon musk enveloped your senses, calming you slightly as you looked for a spot to hide the positive tests.

Settling on your dresser, you walked towards the aged, red stained oak cabinet you received from your late grandmother. It was one of the few things that you were able to keep from your life before hunting. You opened up the bottom drawer that you kept miscellaneous memorabilia from your life, and tucked the tests underneath a picture of you and your grandma. You smiled, knowing she would have been ecstatic to hear about the news of you being pregnant. You shut the drawer and made your way out to the kitchen so Dean didn’t try looking for you again.

You walked through the bunker halls slowly, lost in thought. You didn’t notice when Dean walked up to you, “Hey, Y/N? Babe, are you okay?”

You looked up, “Wh-What? Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” He grabbed your hand and started walking towards the kitchen with you, “You seem… off.”

You nodded and smiled towards him, his olive-green eyes sparkling with wonder and shaded with worry, “I’m okay,” you squeezed his hand, “I promise.”

He nodded and pursed his lips, “Okay.”

You rounded the corner into the kitchen, the smell of chicken alfredo floated through the kitchen. You smiled at the boys, “You guys made my favorite?” Both Sam and Dean smiled and nodded, “Why?”

Dean walked away from you and rounded the center metal island, “You’ve done a lot for us the last couple months, keeping us together with everything that was going on, it’s the least that we could do.” He grabbed a plate and spooned a heaping proportion of alfredo onto it and handed it to you, “Plus you’ve done all the cooking while Sammy and I ran around and did research, we probably would have died of starvation if you weren’t here.”

You chuckled as you grabbed the plate from him, “Well, thank you guys. I appreciate it.”

The three of you sat and ate, joking around, replaying memories and just enjoying your time together. The boys didn’t have strings attached to them anymore, they weren’t gods puppets.

They were finally free.

After dinner, you helped the boys clean up and you all ventured into the ‘Dean Cave’ to watch a movie together.

You enjoyed the night and your time with the boys, but your news was still nagging at you. Your mind became more and more clouded as the night went on.

As you crawled into bed, Dean followed suit close behind. “Hey babe,” he drawled as he crawled up your body, settling himself between your legs. He kissed you softly and smiled, “Did you enjoy tonight?”

You giggled softly and nodded, “I did. Thank you guys. It was nice after the last couple months.”

Dean nodded with you and then winked, “Well, hopefully I can make you enjoy your night a lot more.”

“Oh yeah?” You teased, “How are you going to do that Mr. Winchester?”

He licked at his lips as he eyed you up and down, acting like a predator sizing up his prey, “Oh baby, you’re about to find out.”

Your giggles turned into soft moans as his lips trailed over your body, giving attention to every scar and bruise that littered your body. His fingers trailed behind his lips until they stilled against your cheeks. He fixed himself in his original position between your legs and kissed you, rougher and more passionate than before.

You began melting underneath him, the familiar and welcoming warmth of arousal began building in your belly as his fingers trailed down your body and pulled at your panties. He slipped the fabric down your legs slowly, breaking the kiss to shift himself down the bed to settle his head in between your legs.

He started slow, kissing your lower stomach and moving towards your inner thighs, making you squirm beneath him with need. Dean always liked drawing things out, making you more aroused with the anticipation of him touching you.

Soon, his lips wrapped around your clit. Your hands clenched at the bed sheets as he began sucking lightly on the pink bud. His lips and tongue worked quickly, his ministrations heightened your excitement, spreading your arousal through your body like wildfire. But, Dean being Dean, he stopped while you were right on the edge of climaxing so he could finish you off with his member.

Dean trailed kisses up your body before leaning back on his heels between your legs and lining himself up with your entrance. You looked up from his groin as his face and smirked. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he concentrated with a furrowed brow before sinking into you.

You gasped with pleasure as Dean began thrusting slow and deep but worry settled into your stomach as you thought about the fetus growing inside you. You tried your hardest to continue to be in the moment, trying to enjoy this intimate time with your boyfriend but you didn’t succeed. Soon, Dean’s thrusts began to falter, signifying his climax quickly approaching.

Dean came with a soft groan, placed one last kiss on your lips and then rolled over from above you to lay in his spot beside you. “Di-did you… you know?” He trailed off as he looked at the ceiling.

You shook your head and sighed, “No.”

Dean flipped to his side to face you, propped himself up on his elbow and placed his free hand on your stomach, “Are you sure you’re okay, Y/N? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

Your stomach dropped as he rubbed at your belly, not knowing what was inside you but you turned your head towards him with a soft smile, “I’m okay, I promise.”

His brows furrowed slightly, eyes darkened with worry before he smirked, trying to believe you. “Okay.” He sighed and laid down, turning off the bedside light, “If there is something going on, will you tell me though?”

You shook your head even though he couldn’t see it in the dark, “Of course babe.”

“Okay,” he said with a grunt as he turned on his side away from you.

Tears filled your eyes, knowing that you had upset Dean, but you didn’t know how you were going to tell him the news. You rolled onto your side and cried yourself, silently, to sleep.

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Two days had passed since that night. Two days full of awkward energy between the two of you because neither of you could talk to the other about two totally separate topics.

You sighed as you threw a few more things into your duffle bag before zipping it and throwing it over your shoulder. You looked around your shared room with Dean once more with tear filled eyes and a melancholy smile. Dean was out on a supply run and probably a long drive with Baby, so it was the perfect time to get out.

You didn’t want to leave but, with how things have been going, you figured some time away from each other would help the both of you. You trudged through the bunker slowly. Your mind was pushing your forward while your heart wanted to stay behind.

You rounded the corner to the war room, and walked towards the stairs as you dragged your fingers across the map table.

“Y/N?”

Startled, you turned quickly with fists up and sighed, dropping your hands to your sides, when you realized who startled you, “Yeah, Sam?”

He smirked and then became serious, “Where are you going?”

You shrugged, “I’m going to go hole up in a motel for a couple days.”

He set the book of lore he had in his hands down onto the map table, “Why?” He crossed his arms over his chest, “Because of what’s going on between you and Dean?”

“Wha-How do you know about that?” You asked with a furrowed brow.

He scoffed, “It’s really easy to tell when something is bothering you two.” He walked around the map table towards you, “Running away from this won’t fix this Y/N, you need to talk to Dean about whatever is going on between you two.”

You sighed, “I know Sam, but I just,” you paused and rubbed your face, “I don’t know how to talk to him about what’s going on with me.”

“Why not? I thought you two told each other everything?”

You smiled, “We do, it’s just what I have to tell him is big.”

“Bigger than defeating God?” Sam said with a chuckle.

You laughed along with him, “I don’t know about that but,” you stopped as Sam looked at you quizzically. You pursed your lips and sighed, contemplating on telling Sam the news before Dean. Your brain got the best of you and “I’m pregnant,” fell out of your mouth like vomit.

Your eyes widened along with Sam’s as he processed the news, “You-you’re pregnant?”

You nodded sheepishly, “I am.” You walked past Sam and sat at the map table, letting your duffle fall from your shoulder and hit the floor with a loud thud, “And I don’t know how to tell him.” You put your head in your hands, “And because of this news, it made stuff,” you trailed off as you peaked between your fingers towards the gentle giant that was now sitting across from you at the table, “in bed the other night get a bit awkward.”

Sam shook his head, “That’s all I need to hear.” He sat forward in his chair, “You need to talk to him, Y/N.”

“I know, Sam. I will.”

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You felt large, warm arms wrap around your waist and calloused fingertips rake over the bare skin of your belly that was peeking out from under your shirt, “Hey babe,” Dean whispered gruffly.

You rubbed at your sleep ridden eyes, unsure of when you fell asleep, “Hey baby,” you smiled, “How was the supply run?” You were surprised he came into bed to wake you up with how things had been going.

You could feel him smile against your shoulder, “It would have been better with you.” You giggled as he kissed your shoulder, “The drive gave me time to think though.”

You turned in his arms to face him, “What did you think about?”

Dean caressed your cheek softly and smirked, “Us.” You raised a brow towards him, “Before, you say anything, I want to apologize.” he licked his lips and captured the bottom one between his teeth, “I’ve been immature about the other night, it’s just,” he sighed, “I’ve never had a hard time making you cum. I’ve always prided myself with that and the other night just made me feel like maybe something was happening to us. Maybe-,” you placed a finger on his lips to stop him.

You smiled softly, “I promise you Dean, it wasn’t you. It was all me.” You rolled away from him and walked towards your dresser as Dean sat up to watch you with a puzzled look. You pulled at the bottom drawer, lifted your grandmother's picture and pulled out the pregnancy tests. You turned towards Dean with a sigh, trying to hide the pregnancy tests between your hands the best you could as you sat in front of him on the bed. “I was distracted the other night because of this.” You held the tests out towards Dean, “I-I’m pregnant, Dean.”

Dean grabbed the tests from your hands and stared at the two little pink lines on both sticks, “You’re pregnant?”

You shook your head, “I am.” You chuckled, “That’s what my issue was the other night. I was so worried about the baby and how I was going to tell you that I just couldn’t cum.”

He laughed, startling you slightly, “You’re pregnant!” He looked up at you, eyes shining with excitement, “Before, I would have worried about something like this but now? Now that we’re free from Chuck’s puppet strings? Thi-this is the best news.” Dean rubbed his mouth as he began to tear up, “I’m going to be a dad.” He got up out of bed and walked towards the door, “I’ve gotta tell Sammy!” He ripped open the door and yelled, “SAMMY!”You giggled as Dean jogged through the bunker calling his brother's name.

He took the news much better than you expected.

You got out of bed and followed Dean slowly. You walked through the halls, listening for the boys, surely, loud conversation. As you neared the library, you could hear Sam and Dean. You peaked around the corner of the doorway in the map table room to watch the interaction between the brothers.

Dean’s back was towards you but you could imagine the beaming smile plastered across his face as he practically jumped in place, “I can’t believe it. Can you? Me? A DAD, Sammy?”

Sam chuckled at his brother as he got up from his seat and dropped the book he had in his hands onto the worn oak, “Yeah, Dean.” He walked towards his brother and gave him a hug, “You raised me.” Sam patted Dean’s back and pulled away from the oldest Winchester, “You’ll do great.”

You smiled and ducked back into the hallway. You wanted Dean to have his moment with his brother, so you walked back to your shared bedroom.You laid in bed and scrolled through social media on your phone. Only a few minutes passed by before Dean came running into your bedroom, stopping just inside the doorway and grabbing the door to shut it. “How’d it go?” You asked feigning ignorance.

Dean crawled into bed beside you, “Great! He’s happy to be an uncle.”

You giggled as you turned onto your side to face him, “I’m glad.” You placed a soft kiss on his lips and smiled, “I’m glad we can actually enjoy this and not worry about some outside force ruining things.”

He caressed your cheek and looked deeply into your eyes with a small smirk, “I know. If this happened 6 months ago, I would have been a wreck.” He cleared his throat as his eyes grew darker, “Enough about that,” he almost growled. “I want to make up for the last few days.”

“Oh?” You questioned, “How are you going to do that?”

He bit his lip before he pushed you onto your back and crawled between your legs, “I’m going to make you cum, one time for everyday things were weird between us.” He pulled at your shorts with an impish grin, “You better be ready, baby.”

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dendro-albedo · 4 years ago

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Happy Birthday

(Eula x Diluc)

I know they don’t actually like each other but I like to imagine they’re like rivals to lovers. Or at least like, tsunderes in love

“Come on Eula! Rosaria bailed on me tonight and I want to go with someone,” Kaeya basically whined. Eula sighed. “If I say yes will you leave me alone?” Kaeya nodded.

Now she was waiting in the angel’s share sitting at the counter while the bartender kept making small glances her way. The bartender tonight was none other than Diluc Ragnvinder.

They used to be acquaintances, but after Diluc left the nights, and their attitude toward each other turned bitter.

What’s taking him so long? Eula thought. Kaeya said he would meet her there, and he had to pick something up from Good Hunter first. Almost on que, to door to the tavern slammed open and Kaeya proudly came in holding a box.

“How many times do I need to tell you not to do that?” Diluc said as Kaeya made his way over to the counter. “You can tell me all you want. One day I might just listen,” he said with a wide smile. Diluc rolled his eyes and began preparing a drink.

“Happy birthday by the way,” Kaeya shoved to box across the counter. Diluc froze for a moment before responding. “Thanks,” he said quietly, not turning around.

“It’s your birthday?” Eula questioned. Diluc finished mixing the drink for Kaeya and slid it over to him. “Yes,” he replied. His response was a little downtrodden. “What do you want to drink?” Diluc asked her. “Ill have a shimmerfire,”

Diluc nodded and reached for another cup. “I need to get some materials from the back for your drink. It shouldn’t take too long.” He picked up the cake and from the counter and carried it into the back. After the door shut, Kaeya turned to Eula. “It’s not just his birthday today actually.”

“Oh?”

“Today is the anniversary of his father dying.” Kaeya put a small emphasis on “his” but Eula didn’t question it. “I see. That’s a shame to hear. He’s okay, right?” Kaeya nodded and took a swig of his drink. “I believe so, though it’s hard to tell with that aloof expression of his. He’s been like that since Master Crepus died,” Kaeya informed her.

He wasn’t always like this? If that’s the case, what was he like before? As though reading her thoughts, Kaeya answered the unasked questions. “He was so jovial and enthusiastic about everything. Even denying the Fatui. But when father died...” Kaeya led off. He was staring at the bottom of the glass.

Diluc came back with a small jar of what look like red sand. As he started mixing the shimmerfire, Eula tried to imagine him as how Kaeya described him. It was so out of character for him. But was that what he was really like?

“What’s with the sand?” Kaeya asked as Diluc took some out to mix with the drink. “It’s not sand. It a ground crystal fruit from Fontaine,” he said. He finished mixing the drink, and placed it infront of Eula.

The drink was was sweet and fizzy with a little bit of spice to it. Not bad. Kaeya stood up and stretched a bit. “I’m going to go. I have an early shift tomorrow and I promised Jean I wouldn’t drink much.”

“Wait, I thought you wanted me to be your ‘drinking buddy’ or whatever tonight since Rosaria couldn’t make it. If I’d known you were going to leave after one drink, I wouldn’t have come.” Eula said, a bit of spite behind her words.

Kaeya shrugged. “I mostly just came to drop off the cake. I hope the rest of your birthday goes well for you Diluc,” Kaeya said. “Diluc rolled his eyes as Kaeya made his way to the door. Eula wasn’t looking at Kaeya, but she assumed that he made some sort of gesture because she sees Diluc suddenly flush. The door shuts and Diluc and Eula are left in an awkward silence.

After a moment, Eula breaks it. “Crystal fruit from Fontaine,” she asked. Diluc nodded as he picked up Kaeya’s now empty glass and started cleaning it. “Yes. Fontaine has a small grove of trees that grow fruits made of crystals instead of actual fruit.I ordered a couple jars this year to see how well they would do in Mondstadt. So far they seem to be doing pretty well.”

Eula eyed the jar on the counter. It was close to empty, and had “Ruby Apple” written on it. “So Kaeya was right, sand,” She said, taking a sip. Diluc raised a brow at her. But it wasn’t condesending it was a little more... silly. He gave a small chuckle. “I suppose.”

Eula was curious to know more of the crystal fruits since she had never heard of them before, and the two continued talking, until Charles came into the tavern. “Master Diluc, how has your birthday been?” he asked. “It’s been... good.” Diluc smiled. “Well that’s good. I’ll take over for the night. “He said. Diluc nodded.

Before leaving from behind the counter, Diluc slid one last drink over to Eula. It was a silver glass filled with wine, which she realized he had poured 12 minuets earlier filled with 60% of the ice submerged. What a hassle. “It’s on the house,” Diluc said. He wasn’t making eye contact with her, and she could see a faint blush on his cheeks. “Thank you,” She said.

He nodded before making his way to leave the tavern. “and, happy birthday,” She said. “Thank you.”

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I love this ship so much they need more content.

Eula has a specific wine taste? What?

The ending was a bit rushed because I need to make dinner (we’re having almond tofu! :D) but I hope you enjoyed it regardless.

Might write a sequel IDK

Happy birthday Diluc!

#genshin impact #eula genshin impact #diluc genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya genshin impact #kaeya alberich #euluc #eula x diluc #diluc x eula

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ratsoh-writes · 3 years ago

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halloween event highlights? I missed it lol

The aftermath:

Bruiser winds up getting ace, butch and compass to take tattoos too. Compass doesn’t know it lasts super long so he got flowers in his cheek and regrets his life. Ace got a dragon on his collarbone. And to be a sh*t, butch has wist tat some skills and roses on his pelvis lol. They are unfortunately unable to find snipe and boss absolutely refuses to get tatted

Jupiter gets embarrassed and ends up chasing off salt. He sticks salt to the ceiling and salt spends the rest of his time throwing MnMs at anyone who passes below him lol

People keep stealing oaks cookies. He only ends up eating two.

Poor rhythm has to explain to salsa what tiktok is. Pop teaches him the apple bottomed jeans dance. Salsa thinks he’s “cool” now. Rhythm dies inside

Cash ends up sulking to mal about how he fried his taste buds. He can’t taste spice again for the next two days

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disney-drain-cleaner · 3 years ago

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Some random quotes from my friend group

*snorts hand sanitizer *

*Mickey mouse x10*

You went for chicken nuggets you came back with disappointment

Choke on this DI-

Nicki Minaj IS NOT a cow?

We love communism in this household 😌

*slaps vending machine * fucking beta

*Spins around and makes a frog noise*

Also when they tell me to be creative and I don’t teachers get upset like they wouldn’t get P.E teacher omega verse enemies to lovers with drugs if I was gonna be creative

*in Chris from total drama voice* the communist manifesto is sick man

Poles are my thing

When are you gonna become gender solid

Gatorass

Get in the cat girl bus

Is it that bussy shit y’all talk about?

Johnny depp looks like a tumblr sexyman

It looks cool but like why is it so long and thick ? 😃

Wait-... so does this mean we're going to hell 2?

It’s cum flavored

Put it in

ROOTIN’ TOOTIN’ TITTIES

“Ayo want a susy bar? *fuckboy face*”

I just got died

“What is your friend group?!”

H O M O S E X U A L S ON C R A C K

Where’s my girlboss?

Just fucking rolling in pot

Ah yes da boiz ™️

Where’d my giro sag go?

Where my hoes at?🧐🧐🧐 /Ava

Apple bottom jeans boots with the fur with the fur, Got the whole gay cult looking at her, She hit the floor next thing you know shawty’s mental stability got low low low low

*gets closer to mic* b i t c h

*punts to the moon*

YOUR HOLES ARE FULL OF FACADE /

YOU KEEP MAKING ME GO ON LIFE SUPPORT

Gay corpse husband

He just kept hitting his balls

“can i get a HOUAAAAA” *in the deepest fucking voice* “ h o u y a a a a a - “ “WTFFFF?!”/ ass

“🎶And all they can ask is, why did you overdose on laxatives 🎶”

most of these are my friend tati and I lolll

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soitsashowpodcast · 3 years ago

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ep. 117: Lorelai's VHS Collection (21 Jump Street, Super Bowl Commercials, and more!)

STOP then Rewind! We're being kind and rewinding to take a closer look at Lorelai's VHS collection, which includes one of the longest-running prime time dramas in history (Knot's Landing), a family sitcom (Please Don't Eat the Daisies), an '80s show that was turned into a movie franchise (21 Jump Street), a Hallmark movie that would never be made today (Riding the Bus With My Sister), and some Super Bowl commercials. Who is Spuds Mackenzie? Why did Brooke Shields get flack for modeling jeans? How many DeLuises acted with Johnny Depp? And WHERE'S THE BEEF? Bottom line: Lorelai better hold on to those tapes or she may never get to watch these shows again! We Wholeheartedly Recommend: Marry Me, The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel Other pop culture we ref: Bewitched, The Lord of the Rings, Peyton Place, Marathon Man, Alec Baldwin, Brad Pitt, Dallas, Gunsmoke, Bonanza, Clockstoppers, 24, "Baby Got Back" LISTEN TO THE EP

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EPISODES OF 21 JUMP STREET TAYLOR WATCHED

101, "Pilot"

102, "America, What a Town"

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"21 Jump Street Episodes That Influenced the Movies," DenOfGeek.com (2019)

"Dustin Nguyen Talks Warrior’ 21 Jump Street and Being an Asian Hollywood Pioneer," Deadline.com (2020)

"21 Jump Street Female-Led Spinoff Reportedly Has a Title," ScreenRant.com (2020)

"How 21 Jump Street Worked as a Stealth Sequel to the Original TV Show," DenOfGeek.com (2021)

"When Johnny Depp Recalled Being 'Broke' While Auditioning For 21 Jump Street," RepublicWorld.com (2021)

"How Johnny Depp Tried To Get Fired From 21 Jump Street (& Why He Left)," ScreenRant.com (2022)

MORE ABOUT SPUDS MACKENZIE

Spuds Mackenzie on the beach (1987)

"The Life, Death, and Resurrection of Spuds MacKenzie, The Original Party Animal," MentalFloss.com (2017)

"Letter of Recommendation: Spuds MacKenzie," NYTimes.com (2019)

"A Sprawling, Sudsy Timeline of Anheuser-Busch InBev’s Super Bowl Ad Legacy," VinePair.com (2022)

"Why We Keep Seeing So Many Insurance Ads — As Beer Ads Have Disappeared," NYPost.com (2022)

MORE ABOUT CLARA PELLER + "WHERE'S THE BEEF?"

Original "Where's the Beef?" commercial (1984)

Clara Peller driving commercial (1984)

NBC interview with Clara Peller

"The Inside Story of Wendy’s ‘Where’s the Beef?’ Ad," Yahoo.com (2017)

"On This Date, Wendy’s First Asked: Where’s the Beef?," TampaBay.com (2018)

"Where’s the Beef? Wendy’s Shelves Some Items Because of Shortages," News8000.com (2020)

"Cliff Freeman, Adman Who Asked, ‘Where’s the Beef?,’ Dies at 80," NYTimes.com (2021)

"How Much Does a Super Bowl Ad Cost in 2022?" Grunge.com (2022)

MORE ABOUT "NOTHING COMES BETWEEN ME AND MY CALVINS"

"Nothing Comes Between Me and My Calvins" commercial (1980)

"Brooke Shields Tells the Story Behind Her '80s Calvin Klein Jeans Campaign," Vogue on YouTube (2021)

"Brooke Shields Revisits Her Iconic (and Controversial) Calvin Klein Campaign," Vogue.com (2021)

"Brooke Shields Poses in New Jeans 40 Years After Famous Ads: ‘This Is My 56-year-Old Body,’" Today.com (2022)

MORE ABOUT PLEASE DON'T EAT THE DAISIES

"Please Don't Eat the Daisies," LostMediaWiki.com

"Home to a Classic Tale," PalmBeach.FloridaWeekly.com (2021)

#VHS #Gilmore Girls #Lorelai Gilmore #Lauren Graham #Luke Danes #Scott Patterson #Knot's Landing #Please Don't Eat the Daisies #Spuds Mackenzie #Clara Peller #Where's the Beef?#Calvin Klein #Super Bowl Commercials #21 Jump Street #Brooke Shields #VCR

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matchesarelit · 3 years ago

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Imagine If You Will… (Visser Part 1, Samuel Davenport x Reader)

Being due to move into The Visser in a couple of days, you spend the night roaming your new neighborhood, but will catching a show turn into something more. Yes.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warning: Graphic smut, degrading language, choking, drugging, Dub/non-con (the mold is involved), character gets ?drugged? ?indoctrinated?, begging, unprotected sex. Kind of fucked up but believe it or not i actually made it tamer.

Two days. You had two days left until you moved into your new apartment, and saying you were excited would have been the understatement of the year. That was why you found yourself almost compulsively walking around the suburb, eyes darting around continuously taking in every aspect of the environment.

However as ironic as it may be, it was the sound of a crowd that managed to capture and hold your attention. Weaving through the crowd, you moved to see what had enthralled the masses. As you raised to stand on the balls of your feet however, striving to see over the crowd, the people around you pushed forward making you stumble and leaving you no choice but to move further into the theatre.

Deciding that with nothing better to do, the show could be worth catching, I mean the seemingly endless stream of patrons couldn’t be wrong, could they?

Clutching your ticket stub tightly in your fist, you made your way towards the bar, simply ordering a bottle of water after the wall to wall crowd of the foyer had made the air thick and humid.

Nursing the drink you allowed your eyes to shut, resting before the bright lights of the stage.

The creaks of the floorboards beneath you were covered by the fleet of footfalls that made their way to the seats that were smattered below the stage.

Struggling to find an empty table, you let your eyes flitter over the audience. Looking past the couples and groups your eyes met the bright reflection of a pair of glasses. A pair of glasses that followed you as you made your way towards their solitary owner.

Looking past the reflections you found hazel irises staring into your own, surrounded by neat hair, a trimmed beard and a plush pair of lips, leading down to a simple fitted knit and pair of jeans. Biting your bottom lip as he greeted you and invited you to sit with him, your own question died on your tongue replaced by a curt nod and a smile as you slid onto the stool he had pulled out for you.

To your slight dismay before another word could be uttered the overhead lights dimmed and the show began. As the operatic music began you found yourself entranced, and before you felt a minute pass the light above you had returned. Looking towards the man beside you, you started blinking rapidly, confused by the hot tears that had dried on your face and neck and still clouded your vision.

“How is it over already? W-was I weeping?” You questioned, looking into the warm smile of the man at your side as he clasped your hand within his, comfortingly rubbing his thumb in circles over your palm.

Samuel enjoyed the lost look on your face especially when accompanied by the tears that still coated the apples of your cheeks, he had seen you tour the building and now he knew you would fall closer into the depths of The Visser than anyone before you.

“It’s been two hours. Come on, why don’t we get a drink.” As he guided you from your chair and back towards the exit, you found comfort in the constant touch he had on your upper back.

Looking back at the man walking beside you Samuel asked about your life and played dumb as you regaled him with your excitement about the move. Acting shocked that the two of you were living in the same building he simply invited you to visit for tea once you had moved and spoke about the community that made up The Visser, going so far as to invite you to a community meeting with drinks to follow a week later.

The chatter between the two of you lasted long into the night, long enough in fact that the theatre was all but empty as an usher asked you both to leave. The slight bumps of your shoulders as the two of you roamed the streets was enough for a rash-red blush to coat your cheeks.

Samuel’s swift turn was enough to elicit one of your own, yet before a question could leave the tip of your tongue a hand rested heavily over your sternum. With a thumb ghosting over your clothed cleavage Samuel pressed your back harshly into the brick wall of the nearby apartment building.

Now mere centimetres apart, his eyes devoured your features as his free hand caged you in. Watching Samuel through your lashes you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth.

Samuel’s eyes paused on your lips before his own parted in a sigh as he threw his head back.

Pushing you further into the brick, Samuel crashed his lips into your own. Immediately asserting control he took advantage of the groan that parted your lips as your skull hit the brick by pushing his tongue into your mouth. As his rough ministrations turned your lips into pins and needles his hand moved downwards to rest over your stomach, forcing your hips back into the wall.

Completely enthralled by him you found your body following him as he leaned back.

“Holy crap” your muttered curse elicited a deep chuckle from the man in front of you. Samuel stepped back, readjusting his glasses as he reached back into his pocket, producing a card before closing your fist around it.

“So uh I’ll see you next week, or around the building.” Then without any more than a wave he had started down the street. Falling back against the wall you pondered his quick departure, that along with his change in attitude was enough to leave you reeling.

That confusion followed you for the journey back to the hotel room, the move to The Visser and throughout the rest of the week. It even nagged at your brain as you made your way down to the ground floor, fitting in with the humming and groaning noises that your radiator had been making. You really needed to get that checked. Or so you thought, but as the sound reappeared in the stairwell and only seemed to grow as you descended the concrete stairs you realised that this was probably a whole building issue.

As you made your way across the lobby you glanced at the small label on the nearest door, Community Room. Assuming the boiler room to be nearby you dismissed the illusion that made it appear that the noise was coming from the other side of the dusty door.

Yet the explanations drained from your mind as you pushed open the door and glanced into the space, the sound at this point was all around you. Lips and eyes tightly pressed closed the residents were swaying back and forth, humming the eerily familiar tune.

Seemingly hearing your footsteps the standing figure at the front of the room turned from the stone idol to set their gaze on you. As the figure approached you recognised Samuel yet your feet seemed ignorant to any relief as you soon felt your back hit the door behind you.

He quirked his head to the side as his gentle touch guided your hand up to kiss your knuckles.

“I’m so glad you came, come on in.” Leading you to the front of the room to stand by his side, he seemed to ignore your reluctance as he pulled you along behind him.

Heads hung low the thrall of his followers continuously stopped the man in front of you as you walked the short distance to the front of the room. The various thanks thrown Samuel’s way did nothing to answer the flurry of questions teeming though your mind.

So as their footsteps receded you tried to order your thoughts, but as you met the eyes of the man beside you his ravenous gaze made you stumble backwards. Yet with a shaky breath you persisted, “What the fuck was this meeting?- Who the fuck are you?- What were you doing?- What is wrong with you?”

“Whoa-ho, okay-okay, Don’t worry it’s nothing, just a little get together.”

“Just a little-don’t worry-get together. Oh yeah I always forget about the fun times me and my friends would sit around humming for an hour straight.” Your words full of incredulous repetition and sarcasm seemed only to aggravate Samuel as he stalked towards you, his calm, kind and sympathetic expression now almost purely intimidating.

Unable to tear your eyes from his, your feet catch on the uneven linoleum sending you down onto your back and into a hurried backwards crabwalk, nothing but incomprehensive mutterings pouring from your mouth.

As he loomed over you his face drew closer to your own, catching your lips with his own with a somewhat uncharacteristic force. Squirming beneath him, you failed to detach his lips from your own as his arms and legs caged you under him.

One hand supporting your torso as the other fought uncommittedly against Samuel’s chest, your attempts to act were futile against the heavy touch trailing over your breasts and stomach before his hand cupped your cunt, his palm rubbing harsh circles over your clothed clit.

Devouring your unwitting moans Samuel drove his tongue past your lips, elevating his ministrations, he ground his hips down along with his hand the forceful touch sending pain all throughout your pussy. Finding yourself breathless at his attention against all reprehension you released a cry when all at once his actions ceased and his body receded from your clouded view, a throbbing pain being all that was left in his absence.

Reappearing above you he forced you onto your front, ass raised and face pressed into the patterned floor, the hand at the base of your skull forced your face into the ground.

"You fucking whore. Do you let anyone who asks you out fuck you on the filthy fucking floor like this? Or is it just me you are this desperate for? No, with such a loose hole like this you must spend most of your time on you back."

Suddenly aware of the breeze upon your cunt and the feeling of lace around your knees, you whimpered as you fought against the knees keeping your legs spread beneath him once again. "Well I'll happily ruin you for any other cock you want to choke on, but first I think we'll have to purge the disgusting thoughts from your empty little head. And to do that you'll need to do every single thing I tell you to, which starts with begging for my kindness."

Despite the fear that showed no sign of leaving the pit of your stomach, a light chuckle found it's way up your throat. Yet as the force at the back of your neck increased you were faced with the reality that his words were not a joke as you had suspected but in fact was entirely serious.

"What was that?" He growled behind your ear as he continued, clearly not expecting a response; "You think you deserve to get fucked you dirty slut, beg for it like the piece of shit you are"

"No fucking wa-" the fingers that he forced into you elicited a scream that reduced your protests to pained whimpers.

Sliding his digits from your hole he raised himself to his knees before turning your head to the side, the soon to be black and blue bruise on your cheekbone flashing though your mind. Gearing up to flee the man above you, you drew in a laboured breath you wheeezed through the black dust that clouded your lungs from what you could have sworn was a patterned floor.

"Please, please, Samuel. I am undeserving but please take me for anything and everything you want." Your brow furrowed, you hadn't had control over your words let alone the shaky whines that followed.

A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest as he leant forward once again yet as you awaited his next words he pushed into you, the size had you once again wincing at the pain.

Hearing a brief grunt of warning from above you before he bottomed out inside you. Mewling lightly before you a wave of pleasure sent you into another chain of praises, that this time fell easily and willingly from your lips. Clawing at the linoleum beneath flooring you found yourself enraptured by the rippling of the dust patterns beneath you. Pulling you back to your senses was the hand that crept around the front of your throat, leaving your limbs to flail as he tugs you towards his chest. rapid pace of Samuel inside of you

The feeling of Samuel's rabid pace sent a tingle though your chest and left you limp in his arms, muttering mindless praise and thanks alongside guttural moans. Feeling your muscles spasm and the tightness in your stomach circle the drain, you released a pleading cry of his name.

The hands that gripped your slumped frame tightened around your flesh, sure to leave a mark as his thrusts became uneven and his throat ground out a chain of groans until his release poured into your depths.

Dropping you from his grasp, you fell to the side the crown of your head colliding with the floor, euphoric at the feeling of his seed dripping down the curve of your inner thigh.

Eyes fluttering you lay content and quivering underneath his shadow as he loomed over you, the impossible glow that surrounded him sent phantom waves of pleasure through your core.

With a short emotionless glance down at your wrecked figure he had shrugged his coat back on and stalked out of the room.

Struggling to stand, let alone walk you crawled your way to the nearest wall, using it to prop yourself up, you became aware that all of the chairs that crowded the room had been stacked to the side. Were other people in the room? Did you really care? Of were you prepared to do whatever he needed you to.

Part 2

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