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smolcuriouskitten · 5 months ago

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papers. our muses getting frisky in an office / work setting. - just smthn a lil spicy in bigby's office mayhaps :3 👀

God this was addictive. Bigby held his name well, the big bad wolf...He didnt disappoint and for a size queen, such as herself, loving things much bigger than her, she wanted to keep him close by.

"And YOU god dammit you are so fucking mean! Why did you yell at that poor lady?! She was just trying to get an autograph! I cant believe you-" She rambles on and on about how disappointed she was with Bigby. This experience would have been fine if he didnt try to grab a woman who worked for her.

Bigby on the other hand was just annoyed at this point. He was tired of being yelled at by this woman who he could crush under him so easily. And here she was, yelling at him all the way through the walk to his office. Damn, does she ever shut up?

"-And are you even listening to me?! I swear you dont listen to me at all, my dog Kimchi listens to me better than you do and I-" Enough. He grabs her and presses her against his desk as soon as they enter into the office. "You talk alot. You dont ever shut up do you?" He asks and she was now red and flustered, looking up at him. "I fuss if something isnt in order! How dare you tell me to shut up?! You are so mean!" She starts to fuss until he squeezes her hips making her squeal and melt.

"You were saying?" Bigby asks with a shit eating grin on his face. "Oh...Shut up!" She fusses and hides her face in his chest, letting out a soft sigh. "You looked stressed out tonight. I been your punching bag all week." He asks, gently moving her chin to look up at him. "I...I..." She looks up at him and chews her lip, averting her gaze. "I...I feel so strange...I feel like so...pent up..I guess would be the right word? I never..felt like this before." She responds and Bigby nods. "You need a release?" He shortly asks and she nods.

"Can...Can we...Um..Can you.." She mumbles, unable to find the words and Bigby chuckles. "You need to be fucked again dont you?" He asks and she squeals with a frantic nod, covering her face. "Yes but oh god you make it sound so...so...dirty when you say it." She whines and he gently moves her hands from her face. "It will sound even better in your ears." He said with a grin, sliding his hands down her hips to hold the hem of her shirt, looking for her consent as she nods to let him strip her.

As soon as the shirt hit the floor, they both kiss, Rocky's hips leaning against the desk. They briefly break the kiss for him to lift her up on the desk, he pushes everything over. "Bigby your paper- Mmf-" He rushes to kiss her again which she gently holds onto his hair and wraps her legs around his hips. "Fuck those papers." He growls, his finger running along the hem of her jeans before he unbuttons them and pulls them down along with her underwear.

In the meantime, Rocky was unbuttoning his shirt, running her hand along his hairy chest. A soft growl left his lips as she giggles pushing the shirt off his shoulders, next unbuttoning his pants. "Aht. I got that." He gently pushes her hand away, pressing a hand to her chest for her to lean down on the desk. He starts to kiss down to her neck, leaving marks all over and his hand upped over her pussy. "God...I havent even touched you yet and you are already soaked." He teases making her shiver and cover her face.

"Oh shut up.." She whimpers as he rubs her clit with his thumb, kissing down to her collarbones and biting along them, slowly pushing his fingers inside of her for more friction. "You missed this didnt you?" Bigby asks and Rockelle nods as she moans, hearing the sound of her wetness echoing in the room. "I cant hear you." He continued, now sucking on her nipple, his tongue clicking the surface making her whimper and moan.

"I...I did...I missed this so much." She responds, her back arching as he pumps his fingers inside of her, her eyes rolling back into her head. "Good girl." He quickly comes up to give her a kiss and look her in the eye as he moves them faster, gently holding her face. "You want more?" He asks as she whines and nods. "Ah ah...Use your words." He commanded and curls his digits inside of her. "Oh...oh god! Yes yes please I want more please!" She shudders, her legs starting to shake.

And just like that, he went down on her, devouring her juices and continuing to pump his fingers inside of her. "Oh god! Bigby! Yes yes yes!" She screams, her legs locking around his head as she arches her hips off the desk, cumming into his mouth. He groaned and pushes his fingers deeper to oversimulate her a bit making her scream even louder and her legs shook. "You arent done until I say you are. Come on...I know you have more for me." He mumbles, gently pressing down on her lower abdomen.

"AAAH! B-bigb-by that f-feels str-stra-strange oh GOD!" She screams again, his fingers hitting her g-spot continuously. "Thats right...let it out.." And just like that, she snaps into another orgasm, this time, she was a fountain. He drinks down her juices, looking down at her face frozen in ecstas, her eyes still rolling to the back of her head as she shook and convulsed. He gently held her in place so she didnt roll off the desk.

After a few moments, she then sat up briefly as she held Bigby's arm. "Oh...Oh god...My head is spinning. That felt so good, thank you so much." She mumbles, her voice much softer and quiet than earlier. He chuckles and presses a kiss to her forehead. "Was that everything you needed?" He asks, Rockelle scrunching her nose and shaking her head. "No. I want you inside of me too." She demands, pressing a kiss to his lips before getting off the desk and bending over.

"Someones in a good mood." He smacks her ass and she giggles. "You made me this way." She hums as he presses his covered member against her ass making her grind it. "Come on...you know I dont like teasing Bigs..." She whines and he chuckles. "Oh I know. This ass is just so nice, I had to admire it." He pulls his pants down, tossing them elsewhere.

"Ya know, I thought the myths werent true...about the big...bad wolf...but I am glad you hold true to your name. You are...Very big." She praises as he presses the head of his dick against her pussy. "And you will come to learn, theres not a thing small about me darlin." He continued, pressing himself inside of her, a soft gasp left her lips and a groan left his.

#ding dong; {answered}#{whew im hot is anyone else hot?}#sexy kitten {nsfw}#{i got carried away uwu}

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nugulover69 · 11 months ago

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First episode of Kiva live reaction notes

-Ooooo stained glass monsters sick

-Wouldn't be an Inoue joint if some tendrils or bondage wasn't involved

-2edgy4me theme luv it

-Why is everyone harassing this autistic boy. leave him and his stinky house alone!!

-Oh my god is that the actual transition for cutting between 1986 and 2008 haha wow it’s horrible

-Mald lmao

-Is that dog 22 years old

-What is Aso's fucking problem. you weren't gonna use those fish bones anyways

-Things learned abt Otoya off the bat: delusional, sex pest, nearly directly responsible for a guy continuing to be a serial killer for the next 22 years. fucking whiz bang start for a character

-Wataru's legs so hairy

-This bitch got a violin shaped bath toy

-Things learned abt Wataru: has eaten dogshit before

-Aw his henshin device gives him a lil bite to transform how cute

-Th. fucking skyscraper dragon??? huh

Oh yeah this is gonna suck tremendously I'm so pumped

#ck rambles #kamen rider kiva #kiva liveblog #there was. so much shit happening i had to condense my thoughts into one post

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shorkbrian · 4 years ago

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Resigned

(What to expect - pseudoincest, NSFW, noncon, dubcon. Creampie, sharing a hoe w ur bro (threesome), tummy bulge. IDK how to tag I know I’m sorry)

“You didn’t even make her cum.”

Kirishima was whining at Bakugou, thick fingers carding through your hair as your head rested against his thigh.

You were splayed out on the bed on your knees, Katsuki gripping you by the elbows, face pushed up against Kirishima’s rock-hard cock.

The original intent had been a blowjob, the redhead cooing at you as he coaxed you to take more and more of his length into your mouth, his thumbs hooked between your teeth and hardened so you couldn’t bite down on him.

That plan had quickly fallen apart as soon as Bakugou had started fucking you, brain going numb, the cock pistoning into you occupying your thoughts to the point where you could do nothing more than pant against Kiri’s length.

“So fucking what? ‘S not my job.” Bakugou pulled out of your cunt with a squelch, a sharp sting across your rear making you clench down with a gasp, trapping his cum inside.

“Ha, look at that. Greedy little slut, wanna keep it all inside, dont’cha?” The blonde taunted, delivering another quick smack to your ass.

When Bakugou let go of your other elbow, you further sagged against Kirishima’s naked thigh, sweat dampening your forehead.

The world started shifting, Kiri manhandling you up into his lap until you were straddling him, face-to-face with the redhead.

“Hey, hey there sweetie. Doin’ okay?”

No, no you weren’t.

“You looked so tasty, taking Bakugou’s cock like that. Panting up against my dick, you made me so hard, see?” Your attention was directed to the length resting up against your tummy, reaching your bellybutton.

He was hard, wet, leaking precum from the dark red tip, pearly drops spilling over his foreskin and rolling down to his balls.

Kirishima gave you a quick kiss, a rush of his soft lips against yours. Then you were being lifted by his strong arms gripping your waist, settled onto the head of his cock.

“Oh, oh-!” You sobbed, feeling the tip stretch you out.

The redhead was significantly thicker than his blonde counterpart, longer and with a hefty girth. Just being lowered towards his thighs had your stomach clenching, hands frantically scrabbling at his forearms as you pleaded for him to slow down.

“No, oh god, look at that.” Kiri threw his head back, shutting his eyes tight, but quickly forced himself to look forward again, focusing on the little bulge appearing in your lower abdomen. “Fuck, Bakugou, c’mere.”

Bakugou craned his head, shifting his attention from taking a swig of water so he could see what Kirishima was getting worked up about. When he caught sight of one of the redheads hands fluttering over your stomach, dancing around the rapidly-growing bump, Bakugou almost choked on his water.

“Holy shit, that’s hot. What the fuck? You fucking monster, don’t rip her in half.”

“I-I won’t, god, she’s so tight-!”

While Bakugou had to maneuver his hips, find a good angle to press into your sweet spot, Kirishima didn’t have to go through such troubles.

He was pressing against all of your most sensitive spots without even trying.

You were trembling in his hold, biting down around one hand to keep your cries muffled, your other hand anchoring yourself by holding onto the headboard behind Kirishima’s head.

And then you were fully seated, ass flush against Kirishima’s hairy thighs.

Both of you paused, taking big, deep breaths. You, trying to maintain what little composure you had left, and Kirishima, trying not to cum right then and there.

“Look at you, haa, you’re-you’re incredible.”

“Taking him like a champ.” Bakugou interjected, clapping a heavy hand down onto your shoulder. The movement pushed you further down, made you jolt a little, grinding the heavy cock deeper. “Thought you’d be a lil’ pussy about it, cry and shit.”

“You need to be nicer to your sister Bakugou, damn.”

“Stepsister, asshole. And don’t tell me what to fucking do, you just sit there and be grateful I’m letting your hulk-hands near her.”

Kirishima rolled his eyes. He was done talking.

A smooth roll of his hips, and you were shaking in his arms, biting down harder on your hand.

“Fuck, oh, you’re so good, oh my god.” The redhead was staring at your stomach, watching the bump in your tummy appear and disappear on each rocking thrust.

“Mmhh, Kiri, ffhu-please!” Half of you was begging him to stop, to slow down, to pull out. The other half of you was begging to cum, pleasure tingling up your spine as he filled you so full.

Kiri responded as he saw fit, placing his feet flat on the bed, scooting down a little until he was laying down before loosing his restraint.

He fucked you like an animal, fast and messy and quick, his thighs slapping against the meat of your ass as he drove up into you, eyes wandering over your body. Kirishima couldn’t decide where to look, whether at your bulging tummy, your fucked-out face, or your bouncing tits.

“You feel so good! So good, fuck, mm-” Kiri was the one panting now, mouth falling slack as his nerves lit up, something coiling hot and heavy in his gut, building as he thrust into your warmth.

Your orgasm hit you out of nowhere, body clenching down, doubling over, hand falling from where you were holding yourself up as you slumped against the beefy redhead, incoherent words falling from your mouth. You didn’t know what you were saying, world swirling dizzily around you, butterflies erupting in your stomach, trailing into your arms and legs.

Everything felt so intense, and Kirishima wasn’t stopping.

Still slumped against his shoulder, you felt your legs twitching, cunt clenching sporadically around his thick length as you rode out your orgasm, high-pitched whines punching out of you on each upward thrust of his hips.

“I’m gonna cum, ah, ohh, gonna cum! ‘M sorry, can’t-can’t stop myself.Can’t hold back, nnh-” The redhead blubbered, face flushed, hips rabbiting into you. “I’ll-I’ll eat you out after, ‘kay? Make you feel good-fuck.”

His cock rubbed against your walls, and no matter how you shifted, you couldn’t get away from the intense stimulation of your sweet spot.

But then Kirishima was cumming, thick ropes of hot, creamy semen filling you up, painting your walls.

The man had his eyes squeezed tight, mouth open in a moan as he jammed his cock up against your cervix, his hips twitching.

The come-down took a moment, the redhead basking in the glorious feel of his orgasm, your cunt wrapped tight around him, relishing the feel of getting to hold your sweaty body against his own.

You sagged in his arms, breathless, tired, disoriented. Your cunt throbbed, flesh pink and tender from the abuse of two rough fucks.

When Kirishima sat up again, you whined as his cock shifted inside of you, the feeling of cum in your tummy uncomfortable and nauseating.

“Oh, I know-” Kiri responded to your whine “I’m so sorry, I didn’t make you cum. But! I’ll make it up to you!” He was gentle as he slid you off his length, gentle as he laid you back on the covers.

Gentle as he settled between your legs, lacing his fingers with yours, staring up at you.

Bakugou smacked him on the back of his head.

“You idiot, your stupid dick made her cum already.”

Kiri paused, rubbing the back of his head, blinking at his friend, then at you. “I did?”

An unsteady nod from you answered his question.

“Dumbass. Can’t even tell when you make a girl cum.” Bakugou sneered. You didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that he was idly rubbing himself back to hardness, legs spread as he sat against the headboard, watching you both.

The redhead looked down at you with a twinkle in his eye, cocking his head to the side. Then he smiled. “Well, I said I was gonna eat you out though, and I’m not one to go back on my word.”

A whimpered plea for mercy left your lips, but Kirishima was more focused on discovering the taste of your well-used cunt.

You could tell that he wasn’t going to let up, wasn’t going to listen to you.

All that you could do was resign yourself to the fact that the two men were going to do whatever they wanted to you, and you just had to take it.

#kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima #bakugou #bnha kirishima #kiribaku #bnha eijiro kirishima #kirishima smut #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x kirishima #yandere kirishima #yandere bakugo katsuki #tw noncon #tw dubcon #tw.noncon #tw.dubcon #tw.pseudo #yandere kiribaku

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watchmegetobsessed · 4 years ago

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Good morning - Harry Styles

a/n: oh wow look at me, double posting, can’t stop won’t stop. anyway, here is this lil birthday smut i wrote today, totally not while working, that would be unacceptable *cough cough*.... whatevs, enjoy and let me know what you though!

warning: it’s a smut, straight up, morning blowie for the bday boy

word count: 1.7k

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The warm morning Sun peeks through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the half open curtains giving the rays a free pass into the hazy bedroom that’s filled with warmth, sleep and little snores coming from one particular birthday boy who is turning twenty-seven today.

Harry lies on his back, one hand on his bare chest, the other one sprawled out to the side, his lower arm hidden under the pillow your head is resting on. Your legs are tangled with his long ones, one hand on his stomach, the other one tugged under your head.

You wake slowly, with each drawn breath, gradually sensing your surroundings. The rays of sunshine on your back where the sheets are not covering you, Harry’s soft puffs and snores you’ve grown to adore so much, it’s now hard to sleep without them. The touch of his soft skin under your balm and his hairy legs tangled with yours, locking them together, anchoring you to him even in his sleep.

Blinking a few times you get used to the brightness as your eyes fall on the man beside you, sleeping so peacefully. You give yourself a few minutes to adore the line of his forehead, the bridge of his nose, the curves of his lips and his chiseled jawline that’s just screaming to be touched.

You sigh, feeling so lucky and gifted to have him as the first thing to see in the mornings, his presence makes sure your day starts perfectly.

Harry hums in his sleep, his arm that’s under your pillow curls until he is scooping you closer to his side and you gladly move to lie against him, running your hand up on his chest you trace the cross pendant that lies between his chest muscles.

“Mmm,” he hums again at your touch and for a moment you think he is awake, but when you look up at his pretty face, his eyes are still wired shut, lips slightly parted. You smile at how easily he reacts to your touch even when he is asleep.

With your wandering eyes, you take in every tiny detail of his perfect body, every piece of art that’s tattooed into his skin forever, every curve, muscle and blemish, you just can’t get enough of him. And today, you are ready to cherish him more than usual. Today is his day, it’s all about your love for him and to show how happy you are that he chose to spend another year of his life with you. You still remember his last birthday at the beginning of your relationship. You were still testing the waters with each other, not entirely cozied up to each other just yet, you just knew you wanted to be together.

Now a year later, you can’t be more sure about wanting to spend the rest of your life with him, share everything with him and love him every day that you have on this planet.

Your hand slowly makes its way down his chest, gently caressing his tummy, grazing your nails softly on the lines of his fern tattoos until your fingertips reach the elastic band of his boxers. Glancing up you see that he is still sleeping and a devilish smile tugs on your lips, knowing how you want to wake your man up on his birthday.

As your palm slides further down his body, you cup his cock through the fabric of his boxers, rubbing him gently and sensually to wake his nerves up down there. His reaction is almost instant. When you slip your hand under the band he is already half hard, ready for whatever you have in your mind. You give him a few gentle strokes just to make sure his body knows your intentions before you pull your hand back. You push yourself up from your lying position and throw a leg over his waist, getting on top of him and leaning forward you put your hands to his stomach for support, your lips meeting his perfectly cut jawline as you start peppering his warm skin with chaste kisses everywhere you go. You watch his face and see that his eyelids start to move, finally opening when you’re kissing along his collarbone, down his chest.

“Mornin’,” you smile at him as his hands instantly come up to your waist. To add to the experience, you gently rock your hips, rubbing yourself against him, feeling his growing bulge push against your core.

“Oh my, good mornin’ to you as well, my love,” he smirks, closing back his eyes, lying underneath you, letting you do anything you want with him.

Your lips travel down his chest, across his tummy and you kiss every leaf of his fern tattoos before you move to the very bottom of his stomach.

“Have you slept well, birthday boy?” you ask with a coy smile when his eyes open again, fixed on you as you hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers.

“Yeah. But waking up has been especially good,” he chuckles, his morning voice doing things to you without him even touching you.

“Thought you’d like your first birthday surprise as early as possible,” you grin and tug down his boxers. He buckles his hips up a bit so you can easily get rid of the clothing item, throwing it to the side.

“So thoughtful of yo—Ah!” he moans when you place a soft kiss to his pink head, hands sliding down his erected length before you grip the base and bring it up from his stomach. He is so hard and ready just for you, it waters your mouth.

“You think you’ll like my gift?” you tease him, gently pumping him, taking your time with every movement you make.

“I’m sure I’ll love it,” he breathes out, his eyelids are still heave from his sleep, but he can’t take his eyes off of you as you settle between his legs.

“I hope so,” you smirk before licking up his whole length, a whimper erupting from his pink lips. Keeping one hand on his base you bring your other one to play with his balls, knowing well it always drives him crazy. Your lips are not even on him, yet he is already moaning your name. He brings his hands to you, collecting your hair in his palm so he can see your face perfectly.

You wet your lips, give his head another sloppy kiss before you wrap your lips around him and start pushing your head down on his cock, his dick filling up your mouth just right as he cries your name out at the sensation.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he breathes out, one hand holding your hair, the other one gripping the sheets beside him.

You start bobbing your head, going up and down his erection, taking him in as much as you can every time you go down, covering the rest with your hand, gently pumping his base. He is so big, your eyes start to water when his head pushes against the back of your throat and you thank all higher forces you’re not one to gag easily.

“Y/N, fuck! You’re killing me,” he growls, unable to hold still, his hips start to meet with your head movements, pushing himself even deeper into your warm mouth. You come up for air, moving your hand up and down his length as you make eye-contact with him. His green eyes are filled with bliss and adoration, he always looks at you like you’re the most beautiful creature he has ever seen. You take a few breaths before going down again, determined to take his whole length into your mouth at least once. So you shut your eyes and try to focus as you push your head down, his cock sliding into your mouth again, but this time you go deep. He fills your mouth completely, the head already down your throat as your nose meets his pubic bone and you keep him there for a second before coming up.

“Oh fuck! You take me so well, baby. You’re fucking amazing,” he whimpers, unable to contain himself. His chest is heaving, his whole body buzzes with his excitement so you decide to go deep again.

You take another deep breath and push your head down, nose pressing against his pelvis once, twice and even a third time before you detach yourself from him.

“Holy shit I’m gonna have a fucking heart attack,” he breathes out and you can’t push your smile down as you go back to bobbing your head like in the beginning, picking your pace up a little as you know he is close to his orgasm.

“Yes, fuck! Just like that, baby. You are doing so good,” he encourages, moaning your name as you keep sucking him off, one hand pumping on his base, the other one massaging his balls to throw him over the edge completely. “I’m gonna c-cum, fuck! You feel amazing!”

You make sure to suck on him harder when your lips slide up on his length, giving him some extra sensation before his cock twitches in your hold and he cums into your mouth, his pleasure spurting into the back of your throat.

“Baby, oh my God! I love you so fucking much,” he whimpers, his words coming out all rushed and melted together.

You let go of him with a popping sound, swallowing without a second thought as you give him a few more pumps, making sure he has ridden his orgasm out fully.

“Holy fuck!” he pants, rubbing his face with his hands, clearly awake now. You lick him off, making sure he is as clean as he can be before you climb up him, cuddling to his side with a proud smirk on your face.

“So, did you like your surprise?” you ask, though you already know the answer.

“You kidding me? I fucking loved it. You and your wonderful mouth, I can’t believe you,” he chuckles softly, pressing his lips against you, kissing you as a thank you.

“Happy birthday, H,” you smile against his lips, pecking them a few more times before pulling back.

“Twenty-seven feels fucking fantastic so far,” he sighs, holding you tight to his side as you giggle into his shoulder.

#harry #styles #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles oneshot #harry styles one shot #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles au #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #boyfriend!harry

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daisys-gard3n · 3 years ago

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Formaggio has huge dad bod dilfy daddy don't pull out vibes. God I wanna have his babies.🥺💕

okay but what if i just made him a dilf rn

The bod on this dad...Chef's kiss. He's very big stocky, but toned because his job is mostly physical labor. His hair is salt and pepper mix within his hair color and usually has a four-o-clock shadow, taking the time to groom his face when he feels like it's getting too long. But that's the only place he shaves, everywhere else is HAIRY. A nice patch of chest hair on his tanned skin that goes down into a prominent happy trail...Yummy. He's a bit of a lazy and laid back daddy, like when his son hops on his stomach as he's asleep on the couch.

"H-Huh? Wha- Oh, hey kiddo...Mm...Okay, we'll go to the park...Five more minutes...Don't you think your Papa deserves it? He works hard all day!...Going to sleep now, good niiiight!...O-Ow Fuc-! Don't jump on Papa's stomach! Alright, alright, we're going!"

Daddy formaggio likes it when his baby rides his fat cock, laying back and watching you bounce on him and take all of him down to the hilt. Especially when you get a lil bulge in your tummy from his cock.

"Mm, that's it, show daddy how much love this cock...Fuck, 'm gonna cum."

But when you work him up, Formaggio won't hesitate to lay you down and throw your legs over his shoulders. He still fucks like he's 19, his cock stroking your insides so good that it's making you so sensitive. He wants to fill you up so good that you get knocked up with his kid. His stubble tickling your neck as he leaves hickies as he fucks into you.

"D-Daddy...T-Too much!"

"Shhh, I know, you feel so full baby...Just take all of Daddy."

"D-Daddy! Y-You don't have a condom! I-I'm not on the-Ah~! T-The!- P-Please pull out!-"

"Daddy doesn't pull out, doll, you know that. I'm gonna cum inside this cute hole and I'll take care of our baby. Just leave it to, Daddy, I'll take good care of both of you. Hng, fuck, I'm gonna knock you up so good...Fuck, so tight, you're gonna make me blow my load so quickly baby~"

#'dilf jojo'#dilf formaggio #not sfw #gn reader #afab reader #jjba confessions

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drakenology · 4 years ago

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A B C’s with Todoroki Shoto.

hiii! so I got this little idea while leisurely scrolling through bnha smut. idk if this creator is the originator of the trend but I wanna give credit anyways so shout out to @nillabeam for inspiring me to drabble on and on about my shoto doin the dirty.

warnings: smut (obvi so 18+ please), slight daddy kink, all characters are aged up, and some swearing cause I feel like it.

enjoy my little heathens!

A- Aftercare

Oh don’t be fooled by Todo’s calm and stoic demeanor. He is fucking insatiable in bed.

But after a long night of ravishing you until you’re drunk on his cock, he’ll run you both a bath to soak your muscles in and relax.

Would help you in and out of the bath as he washed you up, rinsing your back for you.

He’d leave kisses where he left harsh hickies.

Would tell you how much he loved you, and gush about how delicate and pretty you were. EEK!!

B- Body Part

He loved your breasts.

You would often catch him staring at them as you talked to him, earning a stern look on your face to remind him to pay attention to you.

Would fuck you on your back just to watch them bounce and jiggle around

He felt like your boobs were always so happy to see him, perking up when he would grab them.

Would kiss them during sex and loves playing and sucking on them.

Most of your hickies were all over them

As for his own body, He really likes how toned and strong his arms got.

He wants to protect you, so he got stronger so he can beat people up for you if he needed to. aww how sweet.

C- Cum

He cums all over his favorite part of your body (see B).

He also likes to cum inside you, cause he’s got a small teeny weeny breeding kink.

You always cum first.. like it’s mandatory. He simply can’t bring himself to do it knowing you haven’t had your fill.

When you go down on him thoooooo..

He loved to cum all over your pretty face. He always thought you looked gorgeous painted in his cum.

He’d kiss your lips after you gave him head if a little bit of his hot cum was still on your mouth.

D- Dirty Secret

As I said, Todoroki was a stoic and cool person out in public.

He didn’t appear to be as sexually savant as he is

but BABY

I’m tellin you, in the bedroom Todo is a beast.

He really liked being called daddy.

It was something about watching your cute little face twist in pleasure whine and beg for him to fuck you.

“Address me right, princess.” ASDGFJKF

HUGE daddy kink, da fuqq.

E- Experience

eh.. some.

He had another girlfriend before you; some girl Endeavor set him up with. She cheated on him.

but yeah.. my baby knows what he’s doing.

He loved showing you his moves. Watching your amazed and fucked out face was his favorite part of fucking you.

F- Favorite Position

He loved them all tbh.

He liked to experiment with a lot of different positions, getting bored pretty quickly.

But his tried and true is missionary.

He got to watch your face react to his every maneuver, kiss your neck to mark you up as his territory as he whispers in your ear sweet praises

“Good girl, kitten.” “So good for me.” “You feel so good, baby”

Also your luscious breasts were front and center for him to stare at as he pounds you ooooooooo.

G- Goofy

Yeah soo.. Shoto is a little serious. A little too serious in fact.

Once when you two were making out he lifted you up, trying to carry you into your room as he bumped your head on the door frame.

God it was like you were on life support or something

He apologized a million times, blaming himself as if he severely hurt you.

You just giggle and kiss him in hopes it’ll shut him up and calm his worrying. You knew it was just an accident.

H- Hair

He kept himself pretty trim, not really liking having a lot of hair on his body, for the exception of his arms and legs. He couldn’t help that he was a hairy guy (I imagine Endeavor being a lil hairy under his hero costume soo genetics?)

I- Intimacy

he’s such a hopeless romantic it’s adorable.

he dotes on you the whole time, ensuring he’s not hurting you too much

would kiss you over and over again

wants to you be comfortable at all times.

in moments like these you’re the only thing that matters.

J- Jack off

If for whatever reason he’s away, he always calls you.

“I need you baby, what are you wearing right now?” He’ll ask, no matter if he’s in an important meeting or away on business, if he’s horny he’s horny.

Needs your voice to help him through his orgasm.

Loves to facetime when he’s away so he can see your face and your body.

“Yes, god Y/N you’re so perfect. Bend over for me.. yes..” He groaned, sloppily palming away at his length as he comes to his climax.

K- Kink

he’s got a lot sksksns

definitely a fucking dom

loves telling you what to do, always calling the shots in bed most of the time

Loves pet names, “baby girl” “kitten” “princess”

overstimulates you sometimes just to see you squirm under him, the sick bastard.

high key a sadist.. he’ll never openly admit to that tho

L- Location

anywhere, surprisingly.

If you two were out with friends and he felt an urge to taste you, he’d simply say you two are going to the car to get something, only to start having sex with you in the back seat.

Fucks you in his office

Fucked you in his childhood bedroom once as a fuck you to his father. haha.

down for whateva.

M- Motivation

one thing that always got him going was you acting coy. Like you don’t know that what you’re doing is turning him on.

You lean a little more, your blouse unbuttoned so he can see your ample cleavage.

“What do you mean, Sho?” You bat your eyelashes, smirking at him as you watch his face turn red.

“Fuck Y/N, don’t be cute. You’ll be sorry when we get home.” He would hiss at you, secretly not wanting you to stop teasing him.

He loved your sexy ass.

N-No

he hated excessive hitting or pain play.

he was always too scared to hurt you, knowing he could by mistake at any given point.

he just won’t hit you.. so don’t ask.

O- Oral

he loved sloppy, degrading head from you.

fucks your throat sometimes, loves hearing you gag.

when he gives you head though, he’s relentless.

he wont stop until your sobbing, begging him to fill you as he ate you out, shallowly fingering you with one finger to make you.

“Aw.. look at you. So desperate. You want me inside you, kitten?” UGHHH

P- Pace

depends on the situation or what mood he’s in.

when he’s making love to you, his pace is slow and methodical, wanting to savor the moment

however when you’ve been bad... FUCK

he’s gonna pound you into the mattress until you’re a fucked out mess underneath him, begging him to slow down so you can catch you breath

“Don’t cry now, princess. You had so much mouth earlier.” He would mock you, smirking at your weakened state. Yall I-

Q- Quickies

as much as he loved taking his time with you, quickies were something that were quite vital for you two.

Shoto was always busy with something as he always kept himself occupied to provide for you two.

Whenever the opportunity arises, you two strike while the iron’s hot

R- Risk

Shoto likes to explore every aspect of sex, so that leaves for lots of room for exploration.

Finding new spots to touch and lick and suck on.

He loved taking risks if it meant he got to listen to your sweet moans.

S- Stamina

uhm.. yes.

he had a fuck ton, you often cumming multiple times before he did.

“I hope you’re not tapping out on me. I’m not through with you yet.” He would coo to you, urging you to yet another orgasm.

he almost felt bad for you, as you twitch and shake overstimulated from his stamina being filled to the goddamn brim.

T- Toys

he used them on you a lot.

loved little bullet vibrators, they were so handy in helping him send you into a frenzy.

one night he had made you squirt when he used one on you as he fucked you senseless.

“Ooh I know you’ve got some more in there for me, kitten. Be a good girl and do that again.”

he also liked to watch you fuck yourself with a dildo.

he found it pretty easy to degrade you as he watched you try mimic his thrusts with it.

“You wish that was me don’t you, kitten? Too bad.”

U- Unfair

he totally LOVES teasing you

in public especially, loving to see you flustered and speechless as you try and talk to others.

“What’s wrong, princess? You seem a little hot.” He’d say, caressing your inner thigh under the table at dinner.

V- Volume

todo isn’t very loud in bed.

he’ll grunt and groan against your skin has he fucked you

definitely cussing a lot under his breath and whispering praises or obscenities in your ear as he took you.

“Ugh..baby. You feel so good.” “You’re mine..all mine.” “Shit, you’re so wet.”

W- Wild Card!!!

todoroki’s favorite memory of one of your ventures was when he had you bent over the kitchen sink. he didn’t think you could cum that hard around him, the feelings almost sending him into his own release.

he loved when you wore dresses to give him easy access to your pussy.

loved fucking you in them, something about pulling it up to reveal you cheeky little panties made him feral.

X- X-Ray

todoroki is PACKIN okay?

i don’t imagine him being extra long, but he had really nice girth

still to this day you’re left speechless when he pulls that glizzy out his boxers.

Y-Yearning

shoto loves you.. like a lot.

everything you do kinda sends him into a frenzy, wanting you right then and there.

he wants sex pretty much all the time, I think the only time he’s not horny is when he’s working.

Z- Zzz

you always fell asleep first, being that shoto wears you the fuck out

he liked to watch you sleep, leaving soft kisses all over your face.

“I love you, Y/N.” He’d whisper, holding you close as he drifted off to sleep with you. AWWWW

whew this shit took longer than I thought. hope yall liked this. i’m finally starting to write about more characters other than my baby daddy katsuki. bye!

#bnha smut #bnha headcanons #bnha fanfiction #bnha todoroki x reader #bnha todoroki #bnha midoriya x reader #bnha midoriya #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha imagines #bnha x reader

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the-acid-pear · 3 years ago

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Tumblr refuses to let me reblog the post again, so this is the second part of me reading the second btg book! ☺️

Still Chapter 211

Son on son violence

Chapter 212

This dude pretty cute ngl

Shit, rip

AAWW HIGH 5 🥺🥺

It's almost like they are a regular father and son 😭🥺💔

Chapter 213

Look how thigh those shirts are hehehoho 🥴

OYXITSITDITDLTD

Ooooh there goes my man Jyaku ready to kick some ASS

🥺😭💞

Baki really just forgot his mom eh, thought you were getting stronger for HER smh

Oh Jyaku vs Retsu? Nvm Jyaku i can only hope Retsu is nice w you

I like how most are like, confused over who to cheer for lmao

I know he won't make it but I'm cheering for Jyaku btw i like him more <33

Chapter 214

Love that title, can't believe Jyaku is gonna ask Retsu out 😍 /j

He really is just honest Igari

I love that he apologizes

Chapter 215

OJFOYDITDISTOTDG

HIS FACEEE THIS FUCKING CLOWN 😭😭😭

THIS IS JUST SO FUCKING FUNNY

Chapter 216

Burgir

GHZJDUDDRHD THEY ARE SOOO MAD

That smile so cute...

Jyaku is a king

Love it when Retsu throws that pose, though y'all know why

HDGSSGSGF you are coming to Japan wether you like it or not 🔫

Chapter 217

Finally Jyaku got serious too

WITH HIS TOES 😭

King is just obsessed i luv him

HEHE HAIRY LEGS

It does seem like Jyaku is trynna confess his love jfnshdshdf

Chapter 218

I remember i almost laugh cry with my dad when we saw this

His damn beard... 💔

THE HAND OF THE TRAITOR

He has a good point

They be calling my man Jyaku a masochist noooo yfjdhdgs

Chapter 219

Okay seems kinda into it <:/

Old man? He doesn't look that old Baki :/

That was so smart 🥺

Chapter 220

Retsu calm down please you are gonna break his back

Oh my god Retsu, oh my god.

He did apologize at least

Chapter 221

Damn dude be a little more gentle with him

Oh, get was picking him up, okay

FR FR

🥺🥺🥺

FARHDHDYFTH THE KINGGG

Chapter 222

I love how everyone completed him (except Yujiro but not surprising), these warriors are such a good team

I want to eat an apple too now

That was fast

I got distracted watching a vsauce react video sorry

Okay I'm glad a comment actually mentioned Sik

Chapter 223

Had to take a uh idk 5 hour break bc lights went out :/

Feet be fuming lmao

Ohhh that's a cool analysis

Chapter 224

What a good punch

That "please",,,

Poor Li man, having to see his brother DIE /j

No, Viêt Long, i have not been hit by a truck before.

Chapter 225

It's so funny how Jyaku lost bc he fought a main charac and only those win

Sad day for the Chinese citizens

Mf got tits in his back

This is gonna be so goodddd

Chapter 226

Look at the size of his tits, the slut

INSTAGRAM INFLUENCER POSE WOOO

These two are cool fighters

Chapter 227

Old man showing skin

His smile is so fucked up lmao

Chapter 228

Baki what the FUCK are you wearing?

I just remembered when Hana did a flip, that was so good

Retsu babey 🥺

I love how confused Yujiro looks

Chapter 229

Hey, i recognize that name...

Kaku just too op

Yujiro you are gonna pop your testicles if you do that with your leg

Chapter 230

God that's such a good threat

Love Retsu's confusion

Damn bitch you saying we gotta keep up w this whore cuz you were too slow? Ffs Kaku 😢

I love when you can tell someone is still hanging around just quietly by seeing their response in a comment

Chapter 231

God this just feels so good, to see Yujiro actually scared 😍

YOOO THAT'S POG

Chapter 232

I wanna finish this book and start the next one grrr

This fight is so satisfying

That last bit is so cringe but whatever that's okay

Fight so controversial comments were deactivated

Chapter 233

Itagaki hincha de boquita el más grande? 😳 /j

Okay yeah it IS just rude

Hohoooo shit getting nice

Chapter 234

This asshole lmao

Yuji-chan really went "how many times do i have to teach you this lesson, old man?!"

Mfs be doing Jojo references in the comments lol

Chapter 235

GTFO WITH THAT LOGIC RETSU IM SORRY CHINA IS LOSING BUT GET LOSTTTT AJSGAJGS

Ffs Kaku you are doomed 😢💔

Yujiro so strong my mouse disconnected

Chapter 236

Abs in his back...

Crying and shaking that is NOT true

DON'T FEED HIS EGO, KAKU

LIONS CAN BE KILLED BY TIGERS TOO!!!!

I thought Yujiro was bleeding for a second there smh

Chapter 237

OKAY YEAH IT IS HIS BLOOD ITS COMING OUT OF HIS NOSE ITS NOT MUCH BUT HE BLED

THE HEAD APPLAUSE

HE'S SO UPSET LMAOOO

Yujiro surprised is good shit

GSJDUFTHSTD

KAKU YOU LEGEND LMAO

Kaku has boyboss energy

Chapter 239

This cover almost gives me a stroke

I love how they all just shat their pants

These minor Chinese characters were so good tbh, sadly i don't think they will ever return

Don't worry Retsu, we the viewers have seen a man revive before

King i don't think any of us understands

It really is

CAN MEN IN THIS FRANCHISE JUST OPEN BOTTLES REGULARLY?!

Oh my god i though Yujiro was sitting on the air for a second i almost cry 😭

Coca cola must have paid Itagaki /j

Chapter 240

Oh so the Kaioh part takes the name, not the surname

...is Yujiro wearing a floral shirt? 😭

I LOVE THAT ENDING SO MUCH 🥺😭

Jyaku has his eyes fixated on Retsu eh, proud of having him come to Japan lmao

Chapter 241

HORRIBLE fit Baki

CHILDHOOD SAGA PART 2? 😰

Jk though i do miss Yuri 🥺

Oh hey Jr

You gonna fuck his girl, bro?

Chapter 242

So straight forward lmao

I'm starting to appreciate Baki's feminist ass every day even more

AAAA GRANDPAAA 🥺🥺💞

This page didn't allow me to call two mfs virgins smh, 1984

Chapter 243

Grandpa they shrunk you

Chapter 244

Kings idc about this

Okay true but also he's 70 dude pls... Though idk if this guy will go thru worse than Jack lmao

Such a nice lad

Chapter 245

Baki being such a feminist icon is so meaningful considering how his parents were,,,

MY MAN IS BACKKK AND AS DAPPER AS EVER

Doppo he's called Ali Jr how are you surprised?

OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED HIS EYE PATCH HAS A PATTERN THAT'S SO COOL 🥺🥺😢💞

These men love throwing their glasses eh

Chapter 246

If only Igari and Toba had done this lol

OKAY THATS COOL I LIKE THAT

Me lo re devaluaron a mí pelado eh

HEHE OOOOH NICE 😳

Scenes that give me a boner

CHU...

Such a good callback...

Chapter 247

My man got serious, sweet

Doppo has been trying out his luck a bit too much like he's been betting with his life an uncomfortable lot like king do you need to talk? Are you okay? First asking Gouki to kill him now this like, is everything alright Doppo?

YEAH A BIT FUCKED UP TO THINK ABOUT

I love that blocking technique

OSHWOWHIWWH "gay ass Orochi, out of option so he touching dick" SHUT UPPP 😭😭💀

I really wish he got kicked in the nuts again see if he's still using his technique

Chapter 248

Poor guys thought he was bout to get murdered

A kiss? 😏 /j

When i saw this in the anime i actually thought Orochi was going to die, i was gonna get sooo angry

Chapter 249

What a way to cockblock em

Feminist icon

Jack is that the only sweater you own?

Chapter 250

I have been thinking of that scene of him eating the whole steak a lot

Jr like 🥺

Imagine being stupid enough to tease Jack like, i get he defeated two masters but they are NOTHING compared to this monster

Imagine jack just smoked some weed right there lmao

Jack needs to bite people more

Chapter 251

My shitty ass son gave me parkinson's

Jack that's not how human anatomy works what the fuck did Kureha do to your body spine?

Chapter 252

DAMN JR WHAT A FAT ASS

Looked like Jack was going for a handful

Those techniques must fuck your neck up so bad

Okay Jack you are going a bit far now don't cha think?

Chapter 253

You are tempting your luck sunny boy

Look at that, you pissed him off!

You cannot just know out jack hanma bro

HHH

This was so stupid yet, unironically, iconic

Chapter 254

Bruh i thought it said Pog 😭, ain't manslaughter poggers Mr Hanma?

OKAY THANKS JACK

Such a simp he downed that coffee cup

Grandpa put here cockblocking

Chapter 255

"no he didn't >:/"

These two masters are a pair of fucking idiots like understand this i love my grandpa and i love my man but mfs have to take the L for this one time sksgwjgshgw

Gouki bro my senses gonna shut down if you put your sucks against the dirt again OUGH sensory hell 😭

FOR FUCKING REAL JR

STOP ENABLING THE OLD MAN!! WKSGKSGSJSHDD for once I'm on Viêt's side 😭

Chapter 256

Hoho Gouki out here getting a panty shot 😳

Grandpa i love you but this was unnecessary

Chapter 257

Kozue should wear a Korn tshirt

GET HIS ASS KOZUE

OWHWLWGISGSJWG 😭😭 MF JUST STANDING THERE LIKE A FREAK I LOVE HIM BUT I HATE HIM SM!!!

Love how consistently round his hands are, king got no knuckles

HEY DONT CALL MY MAN A FREAK KOZUE

King hasn't changed his clothes ever since i see

His shoes look so nice...

OKAY OKAY HE HAS A POINT AT LEAST, HE AT LEAST ACCEPTED HE LOST BUT HE'S STILL BUTTHURT FROM IT SKSGAJGS BUT HE ADMITS IT!!

Doppo i love you but shut UPPP you lost get over it!! You are just going for the rematch bc you have the higher ground against a injured guy!!! Like Shibukawa didn't have time but you were already getting serious!! Hhhgrrrrrr doppo i love you but I'm going to bark

Hehe nvm he still hella fine... keep talking king 🥴

This was so mean of him sjsgwjwg

Chapter 258

Low-key starting to believe these two mfs plotted against Jr sjshsj

THAT FACE AKSGWJGS just 😐

If i didn't know you would get your ass handed in a plate i would be a lil mad he's planning on being that savage

He has been thru worse, sunny boy

Niceee

Tbh. I don't care anymore. Doppo is in the wrong, but GOD I'm a simp and i love seeing him fight 😍😍🥴

Yeah a comment mentioned it, we all were on Jr side until he threatened to kill Doppo Orochi like, even if not everyone here is as horny as me we all like an og fella

I also love how the prisoners really changed them all, the scars (both physical and mental) those 5 left will be remembered lol

#luly talks #btg #i ran out of space but that's good cuz im sleepy and have 3% of battery lol #i wanted to reach chapter 260 but this works #14 last episodes for tomorrow woo #baki liveblog

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tomdiddlyumptious · 4 years ago

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HEY ANON WHO SENT THIS, I COULD DO EVERYTHING BUT THE SMUT BECAUSE I NEED TO READ INTO IT AND LEARN SOMEMORE, I JUST REPLACED IT WITH CUDDLING!

Warnings: language, arguing? A lil violence to your wrist, weave grabbing and bodyguard running! NOT PROOF READ OR BOLD, IM JUST KINDA LAZY TODAY!

A/n: oh god what did I just write?

T.H| You Shouldn’t Go Out Anymore

We all know he is gonna feel some fuckin way y/n, don’t fight it” your friend said, sipping her cherrie slurpie after you all left the club.

“Well I don’t know what to say, I was fucking around with anyone I was just handlin my own” you let out a ‘tuh’ as you looked out the window.

“This is a man? You have been out since what? 6” your gay best friend stated, handing you your Reese’s as you only rolled your eyes.

“This is your stop, good luck babe, although you can most definitely handle your own” you opened the door as she pulled up, grabbing your stuff and hopped out the door, big ass mistake. You didn’t fall but your knees didn’t agree with you.

As your friends laughed you flipped them off and closed the door, fixing your purse as your heels clanked against the stone, you walked up to the door step, grabbing your keys and putting them in the door, before you could twist it was already opened by you great full.... angry? Boyfriend.

You jerked your head at him and came in the house, taking off your heels and going into your shared room, throwing them in the closet.

“Where’d you go?” He asked from the kitchen, soon angrily coming into the bedroom. “I got caught up in some traffic” “bullshit, where did you go?” “To the club? Why else am I wearing this?” “Why is your hair fucked up?” He asked, looking at your figure. You shrugged “I have no idea” you bit your lip as you walked up to the mirror attached to the closet, trying to unzip yourself. He stood there watching you with his jaw clenched, you could see him but you tried to ignore it your best, it wasn’t happening.

“Thomas what the fuck is your problem?” “My problem? Why are you out so fucking late!?” He raised his voice. “Why? I’m here aren’t I!” You yell back. “Why are you avoiding the fucking question, you fucking cheated didn’t you? Your a fucking slob” “A slob?” You cock your head at him, furrowing your eyebrows. “I AM SOBERRRR!” you yell at him, he only ignores you so you dance around him yelling “soberrrr! I am so soberrrr! What’s 2x2? Fourrrrr”. “Can you be serious for two minutes?” “Not when you don’t know what your fucking talking about, wanna know why I was really late?” You snapped back and he only nodded, you threw the Reese’s at his face “maybe I should’ve cheated on yo dumbass” “fuck you!”

“Haven’t you already? Unzip me” his face all scrunched as he walked up and unzipped you, you turning around and his face so close to your own “I went to the fucking store Thomas, they don’t sell snacks at the club” “did you drink at all?” “No thomas, there was just an achol free club where we all sing Barney, I love you, you love me” you smile, tilting your head to the side. “Well I’ve been sitting in this bed waiting for you” “then wait some more baby, wait some more” he grabbed your wrist pulling you closer, him towering you “look smartass, if you want to go bloody fuck around you can, just stay away from me, you don’t answer your phone, you stay out late, you have the fucking audacity to come home and try to talk to me as if I did something wrong?”

“No I’m actually talking to you like your dumb, because you are, get out of me!” You snatch your wrist back “next time you touch me I swear to god I will punch you square in yo fucking face” you take off your dress and grab your suit case, rubbing your wrist because it hurt, like hell. You know he wouldn’t ever hurt you and maybe he was caught in the moment but you were pissed. You took out all of your clothes and threw them on the side of your bed.

“Where are you going? You don’t have anywhere to go” Tom said, grabbing the clothes on the hangers and putting them back up. “Thomas put my shit down” and one thing you both knew, it is your shit, you bought it because you aren’t one of those types for when the time comes he takes everything that he bought for you.

He hesitated before he put it back on the bed “you aren’t leaving me” “I make my own decisions” you started to fold up your clothes as Thomas left, walking into the livingroom taking in what all happened.

You walked up to the door and slammed it, hissing in pain from the slight sting in your wrist, you only pushed yourself more by folding everything and throwing it in your suit case.

You set it next to the door and sat on the bed “fuck” you whispered to yourself thumbs on your temples and your hands rested on your eyebrows. it isn’t your fucking fault at all and you needed to know that but right now you’ve never ever had these kinds of fights with Tom, it was just about dinner or something petty. You ended up falling asleep.

You woke up and found yourself in the messy bedroom, hangers everywhere and suit case still next to the door. You grabbed your phone from your purse that was also on the floor, calling your friend, Imani.

“Yes” she said, you only bit your lip. “We had a fight” you went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel, “I know” “how?” “It’s Thomas, and your sarcastic as hell” “well I’m leaving” “the house or the man?” “havent talked about it yet” “well you should, I got to go, text me the apartment though” you let out a hum and hung up, turning on the shower to a warm feeling.

You got dressed and flat ironed your hair sitting on your fluffy pink chair that matched your marble vanity. Then he walked in “hey” he whispered. “Hi” you said back, taking out the last section. “Are we like... not together anymore?” He asked, sitting on the bed watching you. “A break” you said, turning back to him as he nodded. “Can I ask why your doing your hair” “no Tom” “okay” his lips in a thin line.

You unpacked your stuff, getting comfy in your new but not replaced home. You were gonna move in with one of your friends at first but them you knew you wanted some alone time for yourself, you scrolled through your explore page on Instagram- stacked with zodiac signs and Evan peters, skinny girls in bikinis, generic ones.

As you scrolled through you thought ‘maybe I should- nah’ you looked in the closet looking at the small bikinis and the tight skirts and tube tops. Sooner or later the door opened revealing-

“Tye? What are you doing here?” You asked, your gay best friend entering. “I’m not the only one, and don’t come over here talking to me like I’m the enemy” “shut up” you stood up and gave him a hug, soon revealing Imani also. “You know for a fact that we was comin over, yo hair is poppin” she said “stiff where?” You shook it, silky.

Over the few days that you’ve been alone Toms been doing actually pretty well, he did miss you of course but he also did freak out and get mad that you weren’t accepting his calls, he didn’t know if you were safe until-

“Stop!” You laughed, currently in the Pool with the most smallest bikini EVER- the hot red just making your skin shine, your hair done, sunglasses on, teeth white, feet done nails done, okay? Everything is done, by your wallet to.

Tye and his muscular lil boo, throwing pretzels at you. “Have fun!” Ray said, “we didn’t take you here for no reason” Tye added both of them sitting down in the seats while you were in the pool, leaning your elbows on the brim “I know!” You lift yourself up, little did you know Imani was taking pictures of you, from behind of course, your ass the main course of the picture, everything about you was just so sexy, like you had a magnet on you that everybody needs to be attached to, but luckily that was Thomas. Did I mention it was a public pool? “Look at Jesus, he’s starring at you” everyone grabbed there black tinted sunglasses, making sure nobody could see yours and your friends eyes you looked. “Sexy” ray said, “nice and hairy, it’s time for a grown man y/n” Imani said, basically dissing Tom because it doesn’t look like he has any hair on his body ‘golden beauty’ as he’d call it.

“I don’t know, what if he’s like a hobo or something?” You said, coming up to Tye and laying down between his legs, resting your head on his pec. “Your right, he might be hairy in the business to” ray commented, making everyone laugh as Tye played with your hair. You smacked your lips as ray took out his phone “stoppp!” You said, knowing what he is doing to embarrass you, he made a boomerang of him zooming in on Jesus, but acting like he was recording himself. He labels it “JESUS?” and posted, making everyone else but you repost it on their story. “Y’all do to much” you sigh, rubbing your forehead.

“What the fuck is this? Jesus?” Tom said, sipping his beer. Looking at Harrison who is trying to hold on a laugh “you might have to fuck some since into her if ya know what I mean” a chuckle leaving his lips. “She isn’t fucking around, just leave her be” Harry rolled his eyes, all Tom was doing is looking at him phone, every, single, day. “You think she likes him? Or might have sex with him?” “You are literally so bloody annoying, what do you think?” Haz glares at him. “Well I don’t know! Fuck! She wouldn’t” Tom didn’t even wanna think about it, having another hand on your neck, hearing you moan someone else’s name, opening your legs for someone else.

“Might wanna check her profile” Harrison shrugs, Tom nods and checks it, clicking on your story and finding you say “hallelujah” while your laying on someone, a chest. You soon flip the camera “put your legs down!” You slap them, making whoever it is chuckle, you zoom in on Jesus and end up getting caught, your phone drops as the story ends.

“Your fucked” Harry laughed “shut up!” Tom said, throwing the bottle cap at him.

“No this didn’t happen, I don’t believe it” you hide in tyes chest while everyone laughs at you “stopppppp!” You whine.

You smiled as you got in your tight dress, orange and spaghetti strapped that shows a bit of your side boob, you wore thigh high black boots, your hair flat ironed again, inches inches inches, lace front, lace front, lace front, Self love yeah? You put on your dangle earrings, lipgloss eyelashes just lookin so pretty.

“You ready?” Ray asked, coming in with his loose oversized shirt and jean shorts, converse, he looked good of course but never over top, it isn’t his thing. Tye on the other hand came with a black loose unbuttoned loose shirt and black dress pants, a new pair a j’s wouldn’t hurt anybody right?

Imani didn’t like dressing up so she came with a yellow ripped crop top and black cargos with some combat boots everyone’s hair done.

No drinking and driving, you all had money of course and you were planning on just taking care of yourself, so when you got there you just went to the bar.

Of course a lot of eyes were on you, all races all genders, but you could care less. “One shot of-“ “a Shirley temple, get this fine young lady a Shirley temple” Tye said, “we don’t need you losing your mind in here, y/n” “whatever but yes please”

“Of course gorgeous” the waiter winked at you. “Ooo” Tye said making you slap his arm “where is Imani and ray?” You asked Tye, he only pointed at the dance floor, the shoes helping both of them dance better.

“You should dance” “you and I both know I look like I’m getting electrocuted” he laughed as you got your drink, taking the straw and sipping it. “Can’t we like get a table or something?” You asked, Tye nodding and asking you to step forward, a gentle hand behind your back trying to keep the drunkies away.

About an hour in is when Imani started to party “IMANIS A LESBIAN?” you shouted, only enough for you, ray, and the to hear as they eye her on the dance floor. “Aw shit, here we go again” “private story activated” Imani just making out with the girl non stop.

“Oh fuck- we need to save her!” You say, watching as they giggle and record her. “Let her have her fun, she will just wake up in another girls bed and be happy” “she looks like she has an std” “how?” “She’s way to pretty” you laugh at tye “AH- HAIR PULLING? OH MY” “BAHAHAHA” you all scream laughing, Imani must of pulled to tight because that lace came off, as Imani pulled away and looked at her her eyes got bigger, she slowly lifted the lace compared to her head, “oh my fuckin god she’s gonna do it” “no she isn’t” “yes, yes she is” she ran off.

The lace in the air as she disappeared like a magician “OH MY FUCKING GOD” Tye posted it, you instantly took out your phone, biting your lip and seeing the missed calls, but ignoring it and opening Instagram, finding tyes private story and posting the post on your own.

“That’s sad, I feel bad for the girl” ray said, holding in his laughs as he looked at the and started cracking up. “We should’ve saved her-“ you got caught by heavy breathing “what the hell happened?” “Sis, you drunk forreal” you only shook your head “yo hair is lookin mad frizzy, let’s go sneak somewhere” you say getting up. “Look at y/n, sober but crazy” “shut the fuck up” you leaded them into this little space where the hallway is, not supposed to be there but fuck it. You found an iron “let’s get you back on track” you say, plugging in the iron “girl no” “it’s going to help” “that is hella ghetto” “you hair is lookin hella ghetto” as it got done heating up she took out her phone “look at her” “I’m making your hair look good, the fuck you expect? Hermiones bag so I can pull out a flat iron?” You picked up the iron and took her hair making the part straight first before pressing down. “Why y’all laughing?” You say looking at Tye and ray giggling in the background “you hookin her up that’s- that’s a good friend” and just like that, POW, her lace was lookin fresh.

“Now that we are here should we take some pictures?” Tye asked, everyone nodding as you set up your phone against the wall, everyone posing, you squatting, ray laying across all of you infront, imanis tongue out and Tye throwing up the finger, it went on for a while so the laughs were covered by the bodyguard walking in. “ Oop” “RUN!” Ray yelled, how the hell is you finna run in heels? Ray the fastest, Tye behind, Imani after him and you trying not to roll your ankles. “Get back here!” You don’t even now how but you made it infront of everyone, leaving them eating your dirt as you went to the exit “HURRY UP!” you yell “WE ARE FUCKIN TRYING! HOW THE HELL YOU RUNNIN?” Tye yelled, you opened the door everyone running out and you know behind them, the big ass guard almost catching you but you locked and shut the door, giving blowjobs did give you some extra skills.

You all ran to the car, hot and sweaty “I GOT IT ON RECORDD” Imani yelled making you all laugh. “You a real dumbass” you said, ray starting the car as everyone’s breath was heavy. You pulled out your phone on live, a lot of people entering “bitch we made it out!” “Sure did!” You switched the phone to behind the camera revealing ray and Tye in the front seat. “It was a crazy ass night” “I’m ready to take a fat ass nap” Tye joked. “Shit forreal, my piggies is killin me” you say giving your phone to Imani as you took off your heels. “Hold up- look at this” she said, putting her phone under yours showing your fans all y’all runnin and the big ass bodyguard getting dusted.

You sighed as you laid on your bed, already missing the night and taking off your dress after posting the pictures, which had the bodyguard in the back.

Buzz buzz

You saw the caller ID and huffed, rolling your eyes and leaving you in only your panties.

“She still won’t answer” Tom sighed. “Well did you expect her to? She just ran away from a bloody bodyguard she might be tired” haz said making a point. Tom only nodded his head looking at your recent pictures from the past few days, big pearly whites everywhere, ass boobs everywhere, just you everywhere. “Fuck it, I’ve called her and called her, I’m going over” “go ahead we aren’t stopping you” Harry shrugged “it might just be the best option” Sam nodded.

You turned on Cartoon Network but adult swim was playing, Robot chicken which actually scared the shit out of you. You heard a knock on the door, you mentally screamed and got up, going to your door but covering your boobs before answering the door.

“How did you find me” “I guess you could say your friends miss us together” Tom simply said, now looking down at your figure “is someone in here?!” He asked, voice slightly raised. “No thomas, come in!” You snatch him by his arm, he steps in and you close the door, not holding your boobs anymore you go to your room.

He follows you in your room, watching you as you put almost shirt. “You looked good tonight” “you were watching me huh?” He only walked up behind you taking the back of your neck and bending you over on the bed , pressing his self on you and reaching over to whisper in your ear “I guess” he pressed kisses to your neck, soft delicate ones as the coldness of his ring digging in your colored skin.

“Thomas what do you want?” You ask, clearly annoyed. His movements stuttered as he just sat on the bed, you stood back up straight and put on your shirt to sit next to him. He looks at you then down at the hardwood floor “I miss you” “and that was your way of showing me? You miss me or my body?” “I miss all of it” you put your legs up to your chest. “Really?”

“Yeah” he nods, turning to you “can I?” He asked and you nodded, he pulled you into a hug. “I love you and I was worried about you honestly, I have no idea what happened to me that night, I guess I was trying to hide me being vunrable” he whispered, your head on his shoulder as he speaked to you.

“Well I was just hungry ya know” you chuckle, making him let out a distant laugh. “I-yeah, it was a good chocolate” “you ate it?” “Yes I did” you both laugh. “But I seriously want to apologize, I don’t own you and you don’t deserve to be treated that way, at all. I love you, y/n” he whispered, taking your hand and playing with your fingers.

“I love you too” you look at him and he smiles, kissing your forehead to your nose and down to your lips. “Can we-“ “I’m tired, can we just lay down?” “Of course darling”. He helped you get rid of your makeup and you both laced down, both of you only on your underwear and your tops exposed, skin to skin as you both just admired each other, taking in each other’s scent and pressing kisses randomly as the tv ran in the livingroom.

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The Outsiders: A Trip To Santa Monica

The Outsiders: A TRIP TO SANTA MONICA (Episode 3)

Published: 10-16-19 - Updated: 10-17-19

They head to Button's house at Santa Monica. Brain's gotta new girlfriend called Tara, Button's sister. He has to man himself up and stop being a pussy so he can finally get it on. Which means, he needs an advice of how to make this scenario better without screwing it up. Will Brain get it? This is episode 3 of The Outsiders. Rated R for Strong Language/Sexual References

Part 1: Brain's New Girlfriend

(Squit N/R: So Brain whisked Button's sister, Tara, away for their romantic weekend, and it's fair to say it wasn't exactly as she'd imagined it.)

Tara: Can you slow down a bit at least, Brain?

Brain: OK, Tara. Sorry.

Pinky: Christ, what's got into you? We're only doing fucking 65!

Tara: I get carsick, especially in the back.

Squit: (sarcastically) There's no rush. Let's enjoy the drive. This is one of the more beautiful stretches of anonymous American highway.

Brain: It's not Tara's fault she gets carsick.

Tara: I can speak for myself, Brain.

Pinky: Oooohhhhh! Beep, beep, beep, beep!

Brain: (swats Pinky in the head) Pinky, shut up!

(silence)

Tara: OW! Something hard's digging into my leg.

Pinky: (scratching his head looking dizzy) Ha. Don't look at me. Although my ding-a-ling could reach from here! (laughs)

Brain: (annoyed by Pinky's comment) Pinky, prepare for more pain when we get there.

Tara: Shit, what is this? (picks up a bottle of orangeade from outta nowhere)

Pesto: Oh, sorry. That's mine. My bad.

Squit: Why are you taking a four-litre bottle of orangeade to Santa Monica?

Pesto: Well, duh. Polite, being a good guest, bring a bottle.

Squit: Bring a bottle means alcohol, Pesto.

Pesto: Nah, everyone likes orangeade. You make cocktails with it, like vodka and orangeade, or whisky and orangeade, or wine and orangeade.

Squit: Those aren't cocktails. That's just the names drinks with orangeade added to it.

Pesto: Ayy, coo off! At least I'm being polite here!

Tara: Thank you, Pesto, I'm sure my brother, Buttons, will appreciate it.

Pesto: But ya know what he wouldn't appreciate…(grunt)

Pinky: Oh, no, Pesto, you didn't?

Pesto: Fuck yeah, I did. (laughs)

Wakko: (holds nose) I'm gonna throw up.

Tara: What happened?

Squit: Unbelievable.

Tara: (sniff) Oh, my God, that stinks!

Brain: Pesto, have you farted again?

Pesto: Not sure. Could be fart, could be worse. (laughs)

Brain: (annoyed) For fuck's sake, open a window!

Squit: You really need to see a bowel specialist.

Wakko: Or a bowel exorcist.

Pinky: (teasing) Or he could ask his gay-ass dad. He likes inspecting men's anuses.

Tara: Oh, I feel really sick. Brain, can you pull over?

Pesto: Relax, it was only a Sausage and Cheese McMuffin.

(Tara moans again)

Pesto: No, wait. (farts again) Oh, forgot the hash brown.

Brain: PESTO!

Squit: Oh, for christ's sake!

Tara: Can someone please open a window?!

(Squit N/R: Fortunately, Pesto''s McFarts calmed down just outside Santa Monica. Which is more than could be said for Tara.)

Tara: They're getting the train back or I am.

Brain: Look, it'll be fine. Let's just remember why we're here, okay?

(Buttons saw Squit, Pinky, Brain, Pesto and Wakko as he knows them again but he looks unimpressed.)

Buttons: Oh no, It's you five again.

Pinky: We've just came to hang out, OK? No biggie.

Pesto: (points at Squit) Apart from him, he's lonely.

Squit: Some of us are going to work at the animation department next year, so I thought I'd come along, check the place out, maybe even make a few friends in case worst comes to worst and I end up at Santa Monica.

Buttons: Meaning?

Squit: Well, just it's not my first choice.

Wakko: It's your last choice.

Squit: But it is a choice. I think that's the key point.

Pesto: I've bought orangeade for the party.

Buttons: There isn't a party.

Pinky: Good. 'Coz we could make it a party.

Buttons: You couldn't. God, it's bad enough that Concord Condor's idiotic friends descend on us practically every night.

Squit: Jesus, is he still a nightmare?

Buttons: God, he's a complete tool, all he does is drink. I don't know why we agreed to share with him.

Squit: I know him before, interesting. Bit of a social hub is he? The big man on campus, the go-to guy?

(All of them, even Buttons, look confused by Squit's comment.)

Buttons: Whatever. Christian's away, so I suppose those four can sleep in his room. I'll share with Heike, although she's got the flu. That'll mean me catching it. Tara, you and Brain can have my room.

Brain & Tara: Thanks.

Buttons: I'm not keen on you having sex, but at least I know you're doing it somewhere comfortable.

Brain: Phew. Absolutely. Only in her vagina.

Buttons: Uhhh...I meant in my bed.

Brain: So did I?

Pinky: Then, why did you say "vagina"?

Brain: (confused) Huh, weird.

(awkward silence)

Buttons: Come on, Tara, I'll show you where the condoms and spare sheets are.

Pinky: Nice to see ya back, bruh.

(Buttons and Tara went inside.)

Wakko: Wait. Who's Heike?

Brain: Roommate. Sexy. Also Dutch.

Pesto: Cool, I've never met a Dutch.

Pinky: How comes you never met a single Dutch?! They're always the filthiest!

Pesto: You know this?

Pinky: Well, duh. I fucked a Dutch bitch. Remember?

Brain: (disbelief) Bullshit. Never been to Holland.

Pinky: Yeah, I have! It was when I had my Sweet 16.

Squit: (sarcastically) And what did she do to you at your 16th birthday that was so filthy? Give you a blow job in a windmill? Jerk you off with clogs?

Pinky: No, but I wish. Look, it was properly filthy, I shouldn't tell.

Brain: Oh, really. Go for it.

Pinky: Fine. (thinks of something) When I fingered her, she shat down my arm.

(All 4 look confused and disgusted by Pinky's story.)

(awkward silence)

Pesto: Shall we go and look where we're sleeping?

Squit: Yep. Good Idea.

(All of them went in Button's house.)

(Squit N/R: And to think, I had a Sweet 16. Huh?)

Part 2: QUESTIONS! DOWN IT!

(Squit N/R: We'd only travelled as far as Santa Monica, but Button's roommate, Concord, the one we know, and his friends including, Willie Wombat and Axl Gator, the actors from Taz-Mania are the ones I have known them before, but now they seemed to speak a different language for some reason. And yes, they're actually rappers.)

(Concord opens the door for Willie and Axl.)

Concord: Good evening, Commander, Bombardier.

Willie: Good evening, Admiral!

(Buttons came to the door, looking dead inside.)

Axl: All right, Butto, where's dat lil' sis of yours?

Buttons: She's upstairs with her boyfriend.

(They all gasp)

Willie: Boyfriend!?

Axl: Denied!

Concord: Denied!

Willie: Denied!

Concord: Come in, gentlemen, and we'll commence!

(They came in.)

Buttons: Don't break anything.

Axl: Chill, speccy.

(Squit N/R: Speccy. An insulting nickname. I think it meant they like you. Meanwhile, it was a good job that Pinky, Pesto and Wakko had their sleeves rolled down, cos there was a Dutch gal on the loose.)

(In the bedroom.)

Heike: Hello!

Pinky: Hey there, what's up?

Heike: You are Button's sister's friends?

Wakko: Oh, absolutely.

Heike: OK, very welcome. I have a fucking cold, so I am looking for the bloody tissues. (sneezed)

Pinky: Bless ya.

Heike: Thanks! (Pick up a box of Kleenex from the table) There are the bloody things. See you, guys, have a super fun night.

Pinky: Oh, we will have a super fun night. If ya know what I mean. (elbows Wakko softly) Heh, heh?

Wakko: Most definitely.

Pesto: Um-hm.

Heike: Great. Bye to you.

(She leaves the room.)

Pesto: (whispers to Pinky) She's hot!

Wakko: She looks like she loves dick.

Pesto: Do you have to do it different with dis Dutch ho?

Pinky: There are 3 things you need to know about European hoes, homies. They're filthy, they're hairy and they don't mind if you wipe it on the towel.

(Wakko and Pesto look confused by Pinky's comment.)

(Squit N/R: I'd always imagined my evenings at Santa Monica would consist of studing animation and filmmaking, heated intellectual debate and avoiding elderly homosexual hip-hop lecturers. The reality over here was a little different.)

Willie: The next game is Fuzzy Duck.

Axl: Duckmaster General, to da left, fuzzy duck.

Concord: Fuzzy duck.

Willie: Did he?

Axl: Fuzzy duck?

Concord: Drink! Yo lost, son!

Axl: Damnit! (drinks a bottle of wine.)

(Squit came into the living room to get a can of beer.)

Squit: Hey, fellas, you don't mind if I join ya, do ya?

Concord: Questions, motherfucka! Two fingers.

Squit: What? What does "two fingers" mean? Two fingers of what? (points at beer) This?

Axl: (singing) Pointiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnngggggggg!

Willie: A fine, Admiral? Mah only wan.

Concord: And the fine is…

Concord, Willie & Axl: Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...

Squit: Y'okay?

Concord, Willie & Axl: ...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…

Squit: Uhhh...do ya need help or something?

Concord, Willie & Axl: ...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...DOWN IT!

Axl: Yeah, c'mon!

Squit: Fine. But after that, can we speak proper English, please?

Concord, Willie & Axl: QUESTIONS! QUESTIONS! DOWN IT! DOWN IT! DOWN IT!

Squit: (slightly annoyed) Fine! I was about to drink it anyway, gosh! (he opens the can and drinks)

Concord, Willie & Axl: (rapping) Down it! Down it! Down it! Down It! Get it down ya, Zulu warriah! Get it down you, Zulu ho!

Squit: (confused) What? Zulu? Why Zulu?

(Pinky and Pesto ran to the living room.)

Pinky: Dafuq's dat noise?!

Pesto: Yeah. What's all da ruckuss?

Axl: Question! Down it! (hands 2 beers to Pinky and Pesto)

Squit: (annoyed) I honestly have no idea what's going on anymore.

(Wakko came.)

Wakko: Can I play?

Concord, Willie & Axl: Questions! (hand a beer to Wakko.)

(Squit N/R: It seems like a vaguely ghetto-gangsta moronic drinking game. But as these guys were real rappers, I assumed it was irony. In the kitchen, nothing ironic was happening.)

(Brain and Tara were kissing in the kitchen but Buttons came along.)

Buttons: Not in the kitchen, please. I eat in here.

Brain: Hi, Buttons. Didn't notice ya here. Heh, heh.

(Buttons ignores him.)

Buttons: Tara, did you find those towels to put down?

Tara: Yep.

Buttons: And the lotion?

Tara: Yep.

Buttons: Good. Well, just remember, it's when you're ready, not when he's ready, OK? It doesn't have to be tonight and it certainly doesn't have to be in the kitchen either.

Brain: (butting in) So what's your new career anyway, Buttons?

Buttons: Look, you probably won't enjoy it, but just make sure you don't regret it, OK?

Brain: (still butting in) You said you're directing, right?

Tara: Jesus, just give it a rest, please.

Buttons: Look, I'm only saying these things because I love you, okay?

Tara: Yeah, I know, but your friend loves me too.

Buttons: Huh. Does he?

(Buttons looks at Brain, as Brain was gulping, looking shy.)

Pesto: (from the living room) FUZZY DUCKKKKKKKKK!

Brain: Sorry, that was my friends. I should go and check on them.

Buttons: No, don't worry, I'll do it.

Brain: Bye, Buttons! Great to see ya again!

(Buttons looks at Brain angrily and leaves the kitchen.)

Tara: I think he really likes you!

Brain: Yeah, he LIKED us. I don't understand. We use to work together since 1993, now he seems like he hates me.

Tara: No, he's probably just jealous.

Brain: Really?

Tara: Yeah, cos I've got you. Let's not wait any longer, let's go to bed and get it on.

Brain: Great. I just need to run that by my friends first.

Tara: For what? Are you gonna ask them for their advice?

Brain: (shocked) Oh, shit, did Pinky tell you?!

Tara: I was joking!

Brain: Ha, good one. But I do need to talk to them about dinner, though. Pinky gets grumpy if he doesn't eat.

Tara: (gets annoyed) I don't give a flying fuck!

Brain: Look, why don't you go upstairs and get yourself ready, and I'll tell them they can order pizza.

(Squit, Pinky, Pesto and Wakko came into the kitchen.)

Pinky: Those motherfuckas are dope as fuck!

Squit: Yeah. Like dopelly need help! Do they even speak english?

Pesto: (he whacks Squit in the head) Ayy, quit ya whinin'! You're just dead inside because we fit in with da posse because we're da homies and you don't because you're a pussy!

Wakko: I love it. I think I wanna be a rapper now.

Squit: I wouldn't bank on it, Wakko.

Pesto: Ha. Good times.

Brain: Anyway, Pinky, I just wanna talk about dinner. (Hands Pinky $50) Here's $50, just order some pizza.

Pinky: Sweet, thanks, mah boy!

Tara: Brain, c'mon! Let's go.

Brain: Okay, just a sec, I just need to sort this out.

Tara: God! Fine! (she was about to leave)

Brain: But, don't worry. You won't forget the flaw, right?

Tara: What flaw?

Brain: The flaw is I'M GONNA FUCK YOUR FUCKIN' FANNY OFF, YOU FUCKIN' WHORE!

Tara: Nice, now your talking! That's what I need from a man like you! See ya in the sec, hot boy!

(Tara goes upstairs)

Brain: (he suddenly panics) Guys! Listen, I need your advice. You know you said I'd have a problem getting it up? I've got the exact opposite problem, it won't go down. If she touches it, I'm sure it'll go off, straight away. What am I gonna do?

Squit: Just be yourself, be honest with her.

(Pesto facepalms.)

Pinky: (in disbelief) Worst advice ever.

Brain: Pinky, help me!

Pinky: Look, it's somethin' simple. If I were you, go and jerk off now, then when she puts some protection around it, you'll be able to go for hours.

Brain: Pinky, you're a genius! Good idea. (looking confused) Wait...is it?!

Pinky: Fuck yeah! Now shut da fuck up, get up there, knock one out, start on her and don't embarrass yourself and most importantly, don't...be...a...pussy.

Pesto: Yeah, try and forget about how dis is da biggest moment of your life.

Brain: Thanks. See ya.

(Brain runs upstairs.)

Pinky: Good luck.

(Squit N/R: So Brain chose Pinky's advice over mine and as a result was now masturbating into a sink whilst inhaling his girlfriend's thong.)

(In the bathroom, Brain was masturbating.)

Tara: (outside the bathroom) Brainy-Poo, come on. Come to bed.

Brain: Coming, I'm just doing a...number 2. Promise, I'll be quick.

Tara: (outside the bathroom) OK. Wash your hands. (leaves)

Brain: Phew. (carried on masturbating)

(Squit N/R: Downstairs, after only a couple of hours in their company, I was already hopin' the Commander, the Bombardier and the Admiral - would get sent to Afghanistan.)

Willie: Yo, MC Pest, dare ya to down this shit?! (Holds a bottle of orangeade, but now with cigerette butts inside.)

Pesto: Oh, what, no way. (slience) Ahhh...fuck it, let's do dis!

Squit: You don't have to bow to peer pressure, Pesto.

Pesto: Ayy, coo off! I'm talking here! (silence) BITCH-MAGNET! (chugs down a bottle of orangeade with cigerette butts inside)

Squit: No, Pesto, c'mon! It's disgusting! Look, it's got fag butts in it!

(Pesto finishes the whole bottle and spits out a cigerette as everybody cheers.)

Pesto: HA! Smokinggggggg.

Squit: (sarcastically) Oh, great, cheer for dat. Because that was so impressive! What would you like for an encore, Pinky to punch himself in the fuckin' face?!

Pinky: Sure, why not. (punches himself as the other's celebrated.)

Axl: Y'some pussy-ass motherfucka.

Squit: No, no, I'm not.

Pinky: Y'still a bitch tho.

Squit: What, because I don't do dares?! It takes no time or effort or skill to down half a bottle of orangeade!

Wakko: Takes big balls, tho.

Squit: Well, I've got balls! More than you!

Concord: More than 2? Go ahead, do a dare!

Pesto: He won't, dat bitch is a bitch, son.

Axl: I know, look at dis dude.

Squit: So what, if I eat this…(grabs the bonsai tree)...bonsai tree, I automatically become more dope, do I?!

Everyone (in unison): FUCK YEAH! DOWN IT! DOWN IT! DOWN IT!

Axl: Do it.

Squit: Fine, I will!

(There's a short silence as Squit decides whether to eat it or now, despite that he's worried. Then he takes big bites out of the bonsai tree as he really is daring. The others are cheering for Squit.)

(Squit N/R: Unfortunately, it turns out bonsai doesn't mean "delicious little tree" in Japanese. Upstairs, Brain was striving to get some wood of his own.)

(In the bedroom.)

Brain: It is cold in here, isn't it? Like, really cold.

Tara: Cuddle up tighter?

Brain: Good idea.

(They cuddled up tighter as they kiss again.)

Brain: Jesus, does Buttons ever turn the heating on in here?

Tara: (unimpressed) Your sex talk is getting worse, Brain.

Brain: Sorry.

(They carried on kissing.)

Brain: Wait...is it gonna be his first directorial debut?

Tara: (annoyed) Look, he's a filmmaker, it's expensive, OK?! Do you wanna go and talk to him about gas prices?!

Brain: God no!

Tara: Good.

(Brain takes his top off.)

Brain: Are you gonna take your top off?

Tara: I'm cold too, you know.

Brain: Of course, sure, we established. Gimme the condom.

(Tara gets the condom for Brain until…)

Brain: Wait...could you put it on me? It's sexier.

Tara: OK, bad boy!

Brain: Are you ready?

Tara: I dunno. It doesn't look ready.

Brain: No, I'm fine. I just think it would help my, y'know, readiness a little bit, if you put it on with your mouth.

Tara: (confused) With my mouth?

Brain: Or ass.

(Tara looks even more confused.)

(Squit N/R: Or ass. Those two little words every girl dreams of hearing on her first time. Tut, tut, tut. Brain, what are ya doing?)

FINAL PART: The Night's Ruined, Literally

(Squit N/R: Back downstairs, I was halfway through dinner.)

(Squit is still munching up the bonsai tree and the others still cheering. Buttons came to the living room shortly after.)

Buttons: Guys, I'm going to bed, so can you try and keep it down 'coz my head is fuckin' killing me…(looks at Squit disgustingly) The fuck are you doing?!

Pinky: (tried offering Buttons a can of beer) Question! Two fingers. Therefore yo bitch!

Squit: I'm sorry! (burp) I was trying to satirise their bravado. But if you think about it, it worked.

Buttons: (looking disbelief) You ate a bonsai tree.

Squit: Yes, but...

Buttons: (annoyed) I think you should go to bed, and y'all should leave!

Concord: Yeah, fine, we're going back to the studio anyway.

Axl: (looks at Squit, sarcastically) Nice one, Specs, thanks for ruining da night.

Willie: (looks at Pinky) Oh, Pink-Boi, remember what we told ya about Heike, yo?

Pinky: Don't worry, my boy. No regrets!

Concord: No regrets.

Willie: No regrets.

Axl: (singing) NO REGREEEEEEEETS!

(They left as they shut the door, Squit was about to leave the living room.)

Buttons: Uhhh...where do you think you're going?

Squit: Bed. You told me to, remember? I'm tired anyways.

Buttons: Well, not without them, you're not. (sarcastically) Oh, and if you fancy a midnight snack, there's a spider plant in the bathroom. Night! (he goes upstairs)

Pesto: This has been the best night of my life.

(Squit N/R: So, while Pesto got emotional about drinking orangeade and fag butts, Tara was also doing her best to get something disgusting in her mouth: Brain's flaccid penis.)

(In the bedroom.)

Tara: I can't put it on at all when it's like that! Is it nerves?

Brain: Look, just stop talking about it, OK? It's not helping. Just get it on.

Tara: It's not working, it's too soft!

Brain: One more time, please.

Tara: Okay. Just don't push my head down so hard!

Brain: Sorry.

(Tara was choking on the condom but spits it out.)

Brain: Shit! Are you OK? Sorry, but you gotta be more careful. I was scared shitless.

Tara: Brain, it's still not doing anything!

Brain: I know. Oh, God, why won't it start? I do think if I could see your boobs, it would help.

(Tara looked slightly disgusted.)

Squit N/R: Unlike Brain, I could see nipples. Unfortunately, they were hairy and attached to 2 dickheads who wouldn't shut the fuck up.)

(In Button's bedroom, Pinky, Squit, Wakko and Pesto were in bed ready to sleep.)

Pinky: I know Heike wants to fuck me first.

Pesto: Uhhh...no. She wants to fuck ME first. Like the way she looked at me after she sneezed.

Squit: (half-asleep) Shhh. Sleepy times now.

Pinky: No! I've got young meat.

Pesto: No, I'VE got young meat! The Commander said she'd chose me first!

Pinky: Uhhh...no he didn't, motherfucka!

Pesto: Y'calling me a liar, bitch!?

Pinky: Y'calling me a bitch, ya bitch-calling liar!?

Pesto: DAT'S IT!

(As they were about to fight, when they were supposed to be asleep by now, Squit loses his temper and throws a pillow at them.)

Squit: (frustrated) You know what, I have a better idea! Why don't you two imbeciles go and do it together or something?! Get out of the bedroom, and ask her for the fuck she so famously wants! Just let me FUCKIN' SLEEP!

(They pondered as they agreed.)

Pesto: Ayy, good idea.

Pinky: Dude, you're a genius.

Pesto: We'll be right back.

(As they leave.)

Squit: No, guys, come on, I wasn't serious.

(The door shuts.)

Squit: Fine, fine, have it your way! I don't care. I'm sick and tired of babysitting you spoiled brats anyways. (he sleeps in piece)

Wakko: (whispering in his sleep) Ugh, it feels so gooooood.

Squit: Yeah, it does feel so…(He jumped out of the bed and finally realises Wakko was pissing in the bed.) Wak! WAK! WAKE THE FUCK UP, YOU PISSED THE BED!

Wakko: (finally woke up, but still pissing) Oh, no!

Squit: Stop! Stop pissing!

Wakko: I've gotta problem with that!

Squit: Well, go to the fuckin' toliet next time, how about that!?

(Wakko finally gets up and stops pissing.)

Squit: Oh, God, Button's gonna murder us! Why's it so green?

Wakko: Uh. My head hurts.

Squit: (furious) Well, thank you very much for reminding me this 'coz I'll suspend your sympathy once I get uncovered in your piss!

Wakko: It's good for you.

Squit: (sarcastically) Well, whooptty-doo! I'll piss on you, shall I?!

Wakko: Wait, really?

Squit: NO! GET THE FUCK TO THE TOILET!

(Wakko goes outside the bedroom.)

Squit: Ugh, it smells like pissy Sugar Puffs!

Wakko: I'm a mess. Which one's the bathroom?

Squit: More worryingly, where's Pinky and Pesto?

(Heike screamed from the other bedroom.)

Squit: (sarcastically) Well, what a surprise.

(In the bedroom.)

Pinky: Come on, Heike, just gimme a little fuck, I know you wanna.

Buttons: (angrily) Get out! You've got ten seconds to get out of my fucking room!

Pesto: Don't worry! I've got enough young meat for ya both. How about a fourway?!

Buttons: (gets out of bed and kicks them out) Get fucking out!

(Squit N/R: So while these two idiots had to get out, Brain couldn't get in.)

(Tara and Brain were trying to have sex, but it wasn't going so well.)

Tara: Brain, Brain. Nothing's happening.

Brain: (frustrated) I know, do you think I don't fucking know that?! I know that better than anyone! I know it's floppy!

Tara: Sorry! I was just saying.

Brain: Well, don't just say, OK?! I know better than anyone that my penis isn't fucking working!

Tara: It's OK.

Brain: (gets furious) It's not fucking OK! It's not OK! (looks at his penis) Why won't you start?! Every time I don't want one, you're actually there, and yet the one time I actually need it, nothing!

Tara: OK, you're scaring me now.

Brain: Just work, you stupid fucking thing! Get big! Get big!

Tara: (scared) Brain!

Brain: Why aren't you doing it?! Do it! Get big! Oh, please just work, you ugly cunt! (he burst into tears as he was hitting his penis)

Tara: (scared) Brain, stop it!

(Meanwhile, Buttons kicks Pinky and Pesto out of the bedroom and saw Squit and Wakko covered in piss.)

Buttons: What the fuck, man, have you pissed in my fucking room?!

Squit: Well, Wakko… (looks at Wakko angrily)

Wakko: My bad.

Squit: ...just had a little accident. But look, none of this is ideal, I am aware of that.

Buttons: (getting furious) You are disgusting! Disgusting! Oh, my God, the smell, the mess!

(Tara gets out of the room and hid behind Buttons to get away from Brain as she's scared.)

Tara: Buttons, Buttons, he's gone weird just like you said he would.

(Brain also gets out of the room.)

Brain: Yes! Tara, Tara, Tara, look, I've almost got it! Oh, hi, everyone.

(There was a short silence as Pinky facepalms and whispers "I told ya not to be a pussy", Buttons look disgusted, Pesto and Wakko looked confused and Squit looks shocked.)

Pinky: Buttons, look. I know we had some shitty times but look around us now!

(Buttons looked at them as the others were naked.)

Pinky: WE'RE NAKED!

(short silence)

Buttons: (getting livid) I swear to god! If you don't get outta my house right now, I'm gonna call the fuckin' cops!

(Pinky turned his smile into a frown.)

Buttons: GET OUT! (as he gets the phone)

Pinky: (angrily) Well, fuck you! It worked anyway!

Squit: Okay fine, this isn't perfect, sure, but let's be reasonable here, none of us have any clothes on.

(Buttons still looks disgusted.)

Pesto: Are we havin' dis four-way or what?!

(Buttons was losing his patients as he threatens them by calling 911.)

Squit: OK, OK. Fine. We're going. We're sorry.

(They all leave.)

(Squit N/R: No, we weren't gonna have a four-way, we were gonna spend the night in Brain's shitty-ass car naked and then when we'd sobered up, drive home at stupid 5 o'clock the next morning.)

(In a car, Brain, Squit and Wakko were still upset about earlier while Pinky and Pesto were vomiting in the doggybags.)

Pesto: God, I think I regret drinking a whole bottle of orangeade wit cigarettes in it! (vomits again)

Wakko: Didn't Tara want a lift back, Brain?

Brain: I think she's OK, Wak. (sarcastically) Oh, and I forgot to thank y'all for the advice, by the way, it went perfectly. I'm so glad y'all came along.

Pinky: I told ya not to pussy out. What exactly did you do to her anyway?

Pesto: Yeah, what happened?

Brain: (sarcastically) Nothing. I think that's what happened.

(Brain's phone rang from the floor.)

Brain: Get it, Squit.

(Squit picks up his phone and checks.)

Squit: It's Tara.

Pinky: (dizzy) Beep, beep, beep, beep.

Brain: Oh, cool.

Squit: (still checking) She says never contact her and Buttons again or Buttons will kill you.

Brain: Cool.

(Pinky vomited in the bag again as Brain tapped him in the back.)

(Squit N/R: I'd been inspired by my trip to Santa Monica. Inspired to get the best career I possibly could so I didn't end up at the asylum with Pinky and Pesto. But one good thing came out of the weekend: Tara dumping Brain meant I got my friend back. My silver-tongued,... (Brain (flashback): FUCK YOUR FUCKIN' FANNY OFF, YOU FUCKIN' WHORE!) ...slightly weird and still a "pussy" friend.)

Pesto: Guys, pull over to da hospital, I think I need ta get my stomach pumped! (farts) Whoops. (laughs) I think the orangeade and the cigarettes just slipped outta my rear end for somehow. My bad! (laughs again)

Squit: Oh, for Christ's sake!

Brain: PESTO!

THE END!

I hope you enjoyed my 3rd fanfiction episode of the Outsiders. Thx. Peace!

#animaniacs #theoutsiders #goodfeathers

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hollandsmushroom · 5 years ago

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Hey Mae, Im not really having a good time rn, could you please write smth with Calum, anything, even if it is just listing what you like about him, I just need to read to forget and younare the best here ❤ lots of love -A🧚🏻‍♀️

I am so so sorry that you are having a shitty day! I know this doesn’t help, but please remember that i love you so much and that you mean a lot to me!

Okay, Cal, I am doing a list of things I love about Cal and like, a sentence long blurb with them!

His Eyes: I love his dark chocolate brown eyes, and how they are so dark that his pupil sometimes gets lost in the color, just think about looking him in the eyes after your first kiss when he returns from tour and his eyes are distinguishable due to the size of his pupils!

His Lips: Okay, this mans lips will be the death of me, how the are permanently in a lush pink pout, how he bites them when he is thinking and how they are just so plush looking. What if the first time that you kissed your legs almost gave out beneath you because of how powerful and passionate his kiss was. And when you haven’t kissed him in so long your knees do the same thing and he hooks his hands behind your knees and pulls you up and wraps your legs around his waist.

His Tongue: The way that he constantly sticks it out when he is drunk or when he is in a goofy picture, oh the things that that tongue does to me, imagine him running it over a fresh mark that he made on your neck.

His Thighs: Calum Hood has the thighs of a god, perfectly muscular and not super hairy and so gorgeous and tan. Just think about sitting on them, just hanging out and he pulls you on to his lap and your legs are on either side of his as your butt presses against his knees and he kisses you gently on the lips.

His Cute Ass Nose: That boy got his mommas nose and it is so damn cute! If I ever met Joy, I would never ever ever boop her nose, she is Joy Hood, she is better than that, but if I ever mark my words, EVER met Calum, I would boop that mans nose and tell him how damn cute he is!

His Cheeks: They look so soft and chubby and say you had a kid, just like a little baby girl and she is having tummy time with you and he comes in and asks if he can have tummy time with her as well so he can bond with her as well, even though they are already bonded, you nod and the he hooks his hands underneath her little chubby arms and placing her on his bare chest, she pushed herself up and reached out both of her little ravioli fists and slapping his cheeks, squishing them together making him let out a huff. I also strongly believe that believe that his cheeks are really really soft.

His lil Tummy: This man is fit as hell and I know that, you should know that as well, but this mans abs are not too strongly defined, they are not over the top, they are just right and they look amazing in a tank top.

I hope this cheered you up even if its just a little!

#mae answers #mae answered #mae responds #my lovely a #calumhood #calum hood #calum 5sos #calum5sos #CalPal #calum hood one shot #calum hood x reader #calumhoodsmut #calumhoodxreader #calumhoodoneshot #calumhoodblurb

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thefloorisbalaclava · 6 years ago

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First time requesting something with Arthur! From the nsfw section of the 200 prompts could you please do, “ First one to make a noise looses.” 😊

Enjoy! ;)

Warnings: smut

The camp was quiet for the most part by the time you and Arthur came back from the job you had to do. You wanted to go alone but Arthur insisted on being there with you in case things went wrong. They didn’t but it was nice to have him there anyway.

You still gave him a hard time about it though.

“I still don’t understand why I couldn’t do that alone,” you complained just to hear his reaction. You would never say this out loud, but you loved getting him all worked up sometimes.

“I told you why a bunch of times, woman. What if somethin’ happened to you and I wasn’t there? I’d never forgive myself.” He got off his horse and hitched it before helping you down from yours.

You brushed your horse then fed it, pouting the entire time. “I ain’t gonna learn how to take care of myself if you don’t let me, Arthur. I’m a big girl.”

“Oh, I know you are,” he said, slipping behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “You did good out there today,” he praised, kissing the back of your neck.

You hummed and closed your eyes. “I guess you did pretty good too. Love watchin’ you shoot.”

“Do you now? What exactly do you love about it?” he asked. He tried not to show how eager he was to hear your response but you knew how much he enjoyed being praised.

You turned to him but he kept his arms around you as you looked up at him and spoke. “Everything.” You too one of his hands and held it up. “Your big, strong hands holdin’ the pistol just right.” You played with his fingers and bit your lip when you heard his breath hitch. “That angry lil’ face you make when you’re aimin’.” You dropped his hand to reach up and touch his face.

“Anything else?” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it.

“When your voice gets all deep and gruff while you’re threatenin’ somebody…”

“That ain’t got nothin’ to do with me shootin’,” he replied.

“I know that. Just thought you should know anyway.”

He pressed himself against you and began using that voice. “You mean when I talk like this?” You nodded and he smirked. “Well, how ‘bout I—”

“How’d y'all do out there?” John asked, walking over briskly.

Arthur groaned and moved away from you. “Just fine, Marston.”

“You need somethin’?” you asked when John just stood there looking at you two.

“Nah, just makin’ sure you two were okay.”

“When did you become the caretaker, John?” Arthur joked.

“Why you always gotta start with me, Arthur?” John swatted at the air angrily before walking away. You and Arthur laughed as you finished getting your things off the horse.

“You stayin’ with me tonight?” Arthur walked beside you, helping you carry your things.

“You gonna let me sleep?” you asked, walking into your tent.

Arthur helped you put everything away then sat on the chair across from your bed. “I can’t promise you that.”

“Well, I’m stayin’ here then.” Arthur made a face then sat back in the chair. “You can stay here too, you fool.”

“Good.”

“I’m gettin’ ready for bed,” you told him. “Can’t wait to get out of this stupid thing.” You happily began loosening your dress as Arthur looked on.

“I kinda like you in a dress,” he admitted as you let it fall to the floor and pool around your feet leaving you in your shift. “But I like you in that even more.”

“Ain’t you gonna get ready for bed?” You looked at him and he stood. You watched eagerly as he got comfortable. When he pulled his shirt open you were glad to find that he skipped out on wearing an union suit today. He was broad and lovely and just hairy enough. You stared openly and without shame.

“You need somethin’?” He sat back down in the chair, his suspenders hanging down.

“I certainly do.” You walked over to him slowly and straddled his thighs.

“Now, darlin’, don’t be startin’ somethin’ you can’t finish. You said you wanted to sleep…” Even as he said this, he slid his hands up your thighs, bringing your shift along with them.

“I do but…” You slipped your hand into his pants and watched as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Looks like someone is awake.”

“I certainly am now.” He kissed you hard then pulled away. “You wanna get on the bed?”

“No,” you whispered against his lips. “I want you right here.” You began rubbing him and he gasped, griping your thighs like a vice.

“What if…what if someone walks in here?” he breathed.

“Don’t care. They can watch.”

“You are somethin’ else. C'mere.” He kissed you again, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

“I wanna try somethin’,” you said between kisses. You stood up and he grabbed for you making you giggle. “Patience.” You slipped your undergarments off from under your shift.

“What’re you doin’?”

“I need you to lift your hips a bit.” He did just that and you pulled his pants down along with his underwear. When you sat on his lap again, his hardness brushed against you and he let out a shaky breath. “First one to make a noise loses.” You lower yourself onto him and he throws his head back. You can tell he’s biting the inside of his mouth to keep quiet.

“We ain’t even make a bet,” he told you but you quickly put a finger over his lips and shook your head. He moved his hands to your back and held you still as he thrusted up into you once, twice, trying to get you to break first. Your nails were probably leaving scratches all over his back but you kept quiet.

The chair creaked dangerously and your breaths came in short bursts with each thrust. You began moving your hips in time with Arthur and his nostrils flared, a telltale sign of the effect you were having on him. Using this to your advantage, you pulled the top of your shift down to reveal your breasts, knowing how much he liked them. His gaze immediately dropped to them and he grimaced. You smiled triumphantly but nearly yelped when Arthur stood, carrying you along with him. He carried you over to the cot and placed you on it gently. He kissed and sucked on your breasts just the way you liked and you had to turn away. Watching him lap at your breasts and nipples would only make you want to cry out.

By the time, his lips found yours, he was inside of you again. Arthur didn’t mind you being on top but he loved watching and feeling you writhe beneath him. He also loved to hear you moan and gasp and say his name but that was something you couldn’t give him this time.

He lifted one of your legs a bit more and seemed to fill you even more completely than he usually did. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth hung open in a silent moan. You tried your hardest not to, but you looked down between your bodies and watched him slide in and out of you. When you looked back at him, he was smirking. You reached up and began touching the scars on his chest gently making him close his eyes and drop his head. You lifted it again and made him look into your eyes.

Your cot moved slightly with each thrust and you were sure whoever was still awake knew exactly what was going on. You didn’t care though. All you cared about was the man on top of you and trying your best not to make a sound which was getting harder with every thrust.

Arthur put his forehead against yours then reached down to touch you. He started off gentle but soon he was rubbing and pinching and pushing you over the edge. You ran your hands through his hair then down his back, digging your nails in and waiting for a reaction. Nothing.

You were so close and your ability to keep quiet was fading fast. Arthur sat up again and you knew exactly what to do. If you were going to finish, he was going to right along with you.

You reached up and touched his face gently, tracing around his eyes, nose, and lips. His mouth opened slightly and he nipped at your fingers. He was close but his thrusts hadn’t lost their luster. You ran your thumb along the scar on his chin and you felt him tense. You cupped his face again and leaned into your touch as you ran your thumb along his cheek. He was in a trance now, pounding and touching you, but somewhat under the spell of your touch. Suddenly, he grabbed your hands and held them above your head but not before he groaned and cursed as he filled you. He had tried to stop you before your touching became too much for him but he was a second too late.

“Damn,” he said breathlessly. “Goddamn it.” He continued touching you and since he had made noise first, you were free to make as much noise as you wanted. You called his name and though he was softening inside you, you could still feel him throb. He pulled out of you with a hiss and whispered sweet words to you as he finished you off. “Good girl. My good girl.”

“Yours,” you moaned.

When he was sure you were finished, he brought his fingers to his mouth to taste you, closing his eyes and savoring the taste. “If you ain’t the sweetest damn thing I ever tasted. Makes me wanna have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

“Then nothin’ would get done.”

“Oh, somethin’ would get done…just not in a way that would benefit the others in the camp.” He chuckled and rolled over to the side of you. He propped himself up on his elbow and used his free hand to draw patterns on your damp skin. “Guess I lost, huh?”

“You sure did.” You turned to him and played with the hair on his chest.

“You ain’t play fair. You know what your touch does to me especially when we’re doin’ that.”

“And that’s why I did it.” You shrugged as he glared at you then smirked.

“So…what do you get since you won?” He pulled you close and you tucked your head under his chin.

“I don’t want or need nothin’,” you said sleepily.

“Why’s that?” He rubbed your back and your eyes began to close.

“I got you and you’re everything I could ask for and more.”

He didn’t respond right away. He just held you and you thought maybe he had fallen asleep. “I think you love me just a lil bit,” he said finally though you could tell he was drifting off.

“No. I love you a lot, Arthur…more than anything.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. God, do I love ya.” He kissed the top of your head and you eventually fell asleep to the sound of his heart beating—the heart that belonged to you.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #prompt #headcanon

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lets-talk-appella · 6 years ago

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Fallen Leaves, Fallen Bellas

Ch. 4/6 - Murder of Crows

Summary:

“It’s not true, though,” Chloe’s voice jarred them from their thoughts. “I mean, it can’t be. Ghosts aren’t real, and they definitely don’t kill people. You made that up to scare us, right?” she asked Aubrey, smiling uncertainly.

Aubrey didn’t smile back.

Horror take on the Lodge at Fallen Leaves retreat, cabin in the woods style. Um, for this chapter, if you don’t like birds, I recommend skimming over the ending. It gets a lil’ hairy (feathery?).

Word Count: 4.8k

Rating: T (sorry fam, no plan to change that)

AO3 and FFN

Chapter 1 - Chippy

Chapter 2 - Footsteps

Chapter 3 - Laundry Day

Beca’s eyes followed Aubrey as she paced around the living room gnawing at a thumbnail, her formerly perfect manicure ruined. Her other hand clung onto Chippy, dragging him across the floor as though she expected him to walk, his wooden legs clacking against the floor.

Less than an hour had passed since Jessica’s shirt had gone missing; Aubrey’s search party had returned to the clearing only for Beca, Chloe, Paris, and David to usher everyone inside, latching the heavy wooden door behind them before giving them the news. David and Paris had immediately sunk into the couch, Beca perching herself next to Paris while Chloe had pulled in a chair to sit on Beca’s other side. Amy had been wheeled down from the second floor and sat, her face in her hands, between Flo and Stacie in their respective armchairs. Tears silently streamed down Stacie’s face while Cynthia-Rose, in the adjacent corner, glared in David’s direction malevolently.

Aubrey stopped pacing abruptly and barked at Beca, “Okay, tell me again.”

Beca barely kept herself from sighing in exasperation. Forcing herself to remain calm, she said, “We told you already. We found the bloody shirt, Emily and Lilly went missing, and the shirt disappeared.”

“Plus the message from Charles,” Chloe added. “’Leave now or –‘”

“It’s not possible,” Aubrey snapped, her eyes landing on Chloe beseechingly.

“Yes, it is, Aubrey,” Chloe replied, her hands clenching into fists in her lap. “We really need to get out of here before anything else happens.”

“Oh my god,” Stacie croaked, her puffy eyes moving between Chloe and Aubrey. “What does he want from us?”

“We’re getting picked off one by one like dogs,” Flo added, looking grim.

Beca leaned back and groaned, “We’re screwed.”

They were getting slaughtered, and Aubrey wasn’t doing anything about it.

“No,” Chloe’s voice rang out, loud and strong. “We’re gonna work together as Bellas to overcome, we’re gonna solve it, and we’re gonna find the others.”

Beca sat up in surprise; there was the co-captain she knew and loved. Despite her fear, she felt a corner of her mouth quirk up.

Aubrey nodded approvingly and, swooping Chippy up into her arms, said, “That’s what I like to hear! So now, we’ll just come up with a plan –”

“Like the police!” Amy burst suddenly, her expression incredulous.

“Yeah, I’m done with this crazy shit,” Cynthia-Rose added, standing from her chair and moving toward the door as if to leave the lodge.

In a flurry of moment, David rose from the couch and stood between Cynthia-Rose and the door, facing them all and barring anyone from exiting.

“Woah, hey –” Amy started to protest, half-rising from her wheelchair.

David raised a hand, cutting her off. “No one leaves,” he said commandingly, “at least not until we have a plan. We need to stay together. No more splitting up all the time.”

“Listen, you boy scout wannabe –” Beca snarled, half-rising from her chair.

“Beca, don’t,” Chloe interrupted tiredly.

Beca whipped around to glare at her – no way was Chloe defending that creep – but Chloe continued, ignoring Beca’s expression.

“David’s right,” she said, “We can’t keep splitting up. But we absolutely need to go to the police.”

Aubrey made a small noise of protest. “I don’t know if that’s really –”

“Aubrey,” Paris spoke for the first time since returning to the lodge, her voice hoarse. “I saw the clothes, too. It’s not right. We need the police now.”

Flo nodded and said, “It’s got to be someone on the outside, right? We were together.”

Beca sank slowly back into her chair, her mood worsening as she glared at David. She didn’t see how he could have hidden the clothing in the time it took between them leaving the laundry cabin and returning, but he’d still let something take Emily and Lilly.

And she definitely hadn’t been imagining that freaky figure in the woods.

Aubrey pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at Paris, clearly thinking something through. Beca shifted uncomfortably; she’d been on the receiving end of that glare more than once. Finally, Aubrey sighed, and her shoulders sagged in defeat.

“Fine,” she said, squeezing her eyes closed momentarily. “We go to the police.”

“Hallelujah,” Cynthia-Rose muttered, shoving David out of the way and reaching for the door handle. “Dibs on driving the bus since Amy can’t move.”

“I fell in a pit!”

“Meh,” Stacie shrugged, rising from her chair to follow Cynthia-Rose out the door.

Beca stood up as well, reaching out a hand to pull Chloe to her feet. She felt Paris’s eyes on her but refused to look over; the last thing she needed was to turn into a blushing, incoherent mess right after getting Aubrey to change her mind.

They trooped out of the cabin, Flo pushing Amy in her wheelchair over the uneven ground. Beca made sure to walk directly behind David, where she could keep an eye on him. Chloe walked next to her, staying close, their hands brushing occasionally (not that Beca minded). Aubrey brought up the rear, dragging Chippy along behind her. Beca kind of wished Aubrey had grabbed her shotgun instead of the creepy puppet, but then, with the way she’d been acting, maybe her remaining unarmed was a better option.

As they walked as a group to the bus, passing the tangled remnants of their tent, Beca blinked against the cool moisture in the air; it wasn’t raining yet, but the mist oozing from the woods was stifling, and a glance toward the steel-colored sky hinted at storms to come. She could practically feel electricity crackling through the air, though maybe that was just her nerves.

“Keys!” Cynthia-Rose barked over her shoulder; Amy dug in her pocket, then tossed the key ring to Cynthia-Rose, who unlocked the double doors of the bus and climbed into the driver’s seat.

“Everyone in while she’s warming up,” Cynthia-Rose commanded.

“Are you really sure –” Aubrey started.

“Yes,” Beca cut her off firmly, earning a glare in response. Not that she cared.

“I’m sorry, Bree,” Chloe soothed, reaching an arm around Aubrey’s shoulders but keeping her distance from Chippy. “It’s for the best.”

Flo and Stacie boarded the bus while Beca looked around for something they could use as a ramp for Amy’s wheelchair. She kept getting distracted by the darkness of the woods, however; it was nearing noon, and yet, no sunlight permeated their trunks. It wasn’t right.

A lone crow soared out of the woods to land on the roof of Aubrey’s lodge, fixing its beady eyes on them and clacking its beak once.

She wished Cynthia-Rose would hurry up and start the bus.

As soon as the thought formed, she heard the keys jingle, then the unmistakable scrape of them sliding into the ignition. She heard Cynthia-Rose sigh in relief as she turned the key.

Nothing.

Nothing, except a strange clicking noise.

“Uh.”

“Try again!” Stacie’s voice came from out of sight on the bus.

Cynthia-Rose turned the keys again in the ignition.

Click click click click.

The rapid clicks filled the air, cutting through the mist and into Beca’s heart.

Cynthia-Rose swore and tried again, then again, then a third time.

Click click click click.

Beca let her eyes slide closed. She wasn’t a car freak by any means, but she still knew what that noise meant.

“What’s happening?” Chloe whispered, suddenly close to Beca.

Beca grimaced. “Dead battery,” she muttered, forcing her eyes open again to see that a second crow had joined the first on the lodge roof. Beca frowned; there hadn’t been any sign of wildlife when they’d first arrived.

“What?” Amy asked loudly from her wheelchair. “That’s not possible! We’ve only been here a day!”

“We – we can just jump it, right?” Flo asked anxiously as she, Stacie, and Cynthia-Rose exited the bus.

David nodded and said, “Yeah, there are cables in the garage. I can go –”

“No,” Paris cut him off sharply, her deep blue eyes scanning the woods. “We stick together, remember?”

Amy leaned forward. “You’re good with cars, right?” she asked Cynthia-Rose pointedly. “That’s a thing?”

Cynthia-Rose snorted and rolled her eyes, but nevertheless made her way around to the back of the bus.

“Where are you going?” Stacie called, her voice a higher pitch than normal.

“The engine’s in the back,” Cynthia-Rose replied, reaching for a latch on the rear and pulling the engine compartment open with a tug.

“Told you she was good at cars,” Amy muttered to no one in particular.

Figuring that she should at least make it look like she was trying to help, Beca wandered around the bus to join her. As she walked, she noticed a third crow, this one in the topmost branches of a nearby tree.

“Uh…”

Cynthia-Rose’s confused voice brought Beca’s attention back to the engine. Her stomach panged at the sight.

There was a gaping hole where she figured the battery should be.

“What the fuck is this shit?” Cynthia-Rose’s loud exclamation drew the rest of the Bellas, plus Paris and David.

“Oh my god.”

“Where’s the battery?”

“Shit.”

“Beca…” soft fingers laced with her own and Beca looked up to meet Chloe’s cerulean eyes. She saw her own terror reflected there, and she hated it. She hated seeing Chloe in distress.

With a growl, she tugged her hand free from Chloe’s and spun to point between David and Aubrey, both of whom had yet to speak.

“Happy now?” she spat. “Which one of you did this?”

The stared at her in silence, stunned by her outburst. Instead of calming her down, though, that made her even angrier.

“No, don’t give me that!” she half-shouted. “You guys just had to protect your precious camp, and now we can’t go for help or even leave this god damn, motherfu –”

“Beca!” Paris cried, jumping between Beca and Aubrey and David, planting a hand on Beca’s shoulder. “They didn’t do this! They couldn’t have! We’ve been with them all morning!”

“Well, maybe last night!” Beca replied heatedly, but no longer shouting. She didn’t want to lash out at Paris.

“Why would they do that, Beca?” Paris pleaded, her eyes wide. “Think! It doesn’t make sense. Someone else did this. Not them.”

“But –”

“She’s right, Bec,” Chloe muttered from next to her. “It wasn’t them.”

Beca exhaled in a noisy puff. She hated to admit it, but Paris and Chloe were probably right. If the bus couldn’t move, then they were all trapped. As far as she could tell, Aubrey and David didn’t have much to gain by getting murdered with the Bellas.

Soft pressure on her upper arm startled her; she’d forgotten Paris’s hand was there. For some reason, with Chloe standing right there, it felt uncomfortable, inappropriate. She leaned away from the touch, trying to make it look casual. Chloe sniffed loudly and Beca glanced up in time to see her struggling to control her expression.

“What do we do, then?” Chloe asked quickly, diverting Beca’s attention.

“We can’t just sit around and wait to get attacked,” Stacie said, looking around the clearing anxiously.

“We have cars,” David interjected. “We wouldn’t all fit in one, but we could all go separately.”

Beca was nodding before David even finished his sentence. She’d take anything at this point, though she was irritated he hadn’t mentioned that little tidbit before.

“What are we waiting for?” Cynthia-Rose asked from next to the engine.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” Flo nodded, looking at David expectantly.

David gestured wordlessly back toward the lodge, and with a glance at the woods (there were now four more crows gathered on the same tree), Beca and the others followed him, Flo again pushing Amy in her wheelchair. Chloe stayed even closer to Beca’s side, which Beca appreciated; she liked knowing where Chloe was as much as Chloe seemed to like knowing where she was.

They made their way around the lodge, to the back side facing the lake, which Beca hadn’t seen before. She glanced askance at Aubrey, who had yet to say anything, only to stare in shock; Aubrey looked horrible, her face tight and pale, a sheen of sweat on her forehead.

“Dude,” she blurted, startling Chloe next to her. “You okay?”

“What?” Aubrey snapped, looking up with unfocused eyes. “Yeah, I am fine.”

And she returned to staring at the ground as they walked, Chippy dragging along behind her.

Beca glanced at Chloe, her eyebrows raised, but Chloe just frowned and shook her head. He expression said Don’t push it.

Shaking her head, Beca returned her attention to where they were going; David was leading them to a garage that had been concealed from view by Aubrey’s lodge. It was just as decrepit as the rest of the buildings on the retreat grounds, and just as overrun with thistles and weeds, with some even growing up the car door. Beca again wondered exactly what David was good for, as he obviously failed as a gardener.

At the side door of the garage, David reached for his front pocket, pulling out a ton of rusty-looking keys on a ring. He rifled through them, selected one, and inserted it into the door handle, unlocking it and shoving the door open with a squeal of old hinges. The interior was shrouded in darkness and a damp smell emanated from within, but David and Paris walked in without hesitation.

Flo, Amy, Stacie, and Cynthia-Rose all glanced back nervously, but Beca merely shrugged. She didn’t really want to go in either, but she didn’t see any choice. Besides, anything go get away from those creepy birds. After a moment, they followed David and Paris into the garage, disappearing into its depths.

Beca glanced at Chloe, who grimaced and shrugged back. With a last deep breath, Beca stepped over the threshold, hoping no spiders were going to fall into her hair. Aubrey and Chippy followed them.

“Don’t close the door,” Beca whispered at the exact moment Aubrey pulled the door shut behind them.

They were plunged immediately into foul-smelling blackness; there were no windows in the garage.

Beca heard Chloe’s breath hitch, then a hand found hers. She squeezed back, hoping it seemed reassuring despite the fact her palm was sweating.

A second later, though, a light flickered on, casting a frail orange glow over the terrified faces of the other Bellas and the neutral expressions of David and Paris. Beca blinked in the sudden light, and saw Aubrey moving away from a light switch on the wall. Beca looked around the garage, first noticing the three cars packed in somewhat haphazardly in the center. Various yard equipment hung around the walls, including hoses, axes, and hacksaws. Beca shuddered, suddenly glad that the garage remained locked. The last thing they needed was for the ghost – or whatever – getting its hands on sharp tools.

Not that ghosts could be stopped by solid walls.

Beca swallowed.

“Oh, thank Jesus,” Cynthia-Rose sighed, her eyes on the three cars.

“Okay,” Chloe said, relief evident in her tone, “we’ll just climb in these and then off we’ll go!”

“Wait,” David said seriously, moving to what Beca assumed was his car, a black Mustang. “This doesn’t look right.”

Beca squinted at the front of the car, then saw what he meant; the hood was cracked open.

Her heart sank.

She knew what they’d see even as David reached under the hood, releasing the latch and lifting.

The others gasped and Cynthia-Rose swore when the hood rose to reveal an empty space where the battery should be.

Chloe’s grip on her hand tightened.

Paris flew to her own car, a blue Bug, and wrenched the hood up; its battery was also missing.

Beca squeezed Chloe’s hand just as firmly.

They all looked to Aubrey next. It felt pointless, but they had to know for sure.

Aubrey walked slowly to her car, every step she took building the terrified anticipation filling Beca’s stomach, until she finally stood at the hood of her Corolla. She bent down, and Beca was sure it was a trick of the light, but Chippy’s arms dangled so that it almost looked like the doll was helping to lift the hood.

She shuddered at the thought, then flinched when the hood rose.

The battery had been removed.

Flo let out a deep groan and Stacie took several gulping breaths; Beca felt like she’d been clobbered over the head with a shovel. The garage swam dangerously in front of her eyes and she felt herself stumble, only for Chloe’s arm to wrap securely around her waist.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” Chloe said bracingly, bringing her back to her feet. “It’s fine, we’re fine, okay?”

“We’re not fine!” Amy burst out, her voice filling the garage, echoing off the walls and making Cynthia-Rose wince. “How the hell are we supposed to get out now? We can’t go to the police, we can’t call for anyone, our friends are probably dead –”

“Don’t!” shouted Aubrey suddenly. “Think like a team, Bellas! You can figure this out!”

“This isn’t a game, Aubrey!” Stacie hissed. “Working together isn’t going to change anything, except maybe getting us killed faster!”

“Stop fighting,” Chloe pleaded, “it’s not helping! Let’s just go back to the lodge and –”

“Oh, I’ll go to the lodge!” Amy cried hysterically. “I’m not leaving the lodge until we get some help!”

“Can we just walk?” Beca asked, pressing the heel of her free hand into her forehead. “How far is the nearest house?”

She didn’t remember seeing any houses – or any sign of life, really – for at least the last 20 minutes of their drive to the retreat the day before, but maybe she’d missed something.

“There’s no one around for miles,” Paris said, popping the little bubble of hope that had started to form in Beca’s chest. “That’s why it’s perfect for a retreat.”

“Yeah, perfect,” Cynthia-Rose scoffed angrily.

Flo moved to the garage door. “I’m going back to the lodge and locking the door, before anything else happens.”

“Right behind you,” Stacie agreed as Flo flung the door open.

They marched out, leaving Cynthia-Rose to push Amy’s wheelchair out of the smelly garage and back into the chilly air outside. With a fearful look to Beca, Chloe followed, tugging Beca along with her. As they half-jogged from the garage, Beca looked over her shoulder to see Paris, Aubrey, and Chippy following while David locked the door behind them all.

Looking forward again, Beca watched Stacie and Flo disappeared around the corner of the lodge, clearly headed for the front door at top speed, Cynthia-Rose and Amy following closely. After another second, Cynthia-Rose and Amy rounded the corner and went out of sight as they entered the front yard of the lodge.

“No splitting up,” Chloe mumbled, her pull on Beca’s hand increasing, urging her forward and around to the front of the lodge to join their friends.

Immediately after rounding the corner, they plowed into Cynthia-Rose’s back.

“Why the hell –”

“Shh.”

“Wh –”

“Shh.”

Stacie shushed them the second time; she and Flo had stopped directly in front of Cynthia-Rose.

Beca looked past them all and into the clearing in front of the lodge.

She nearly screamed.

Birds. There were birds everywhere.

Crows. Huge, filthy, black crows. More than Beca had ever seen in her life. Crows, everywhere.

On the roof of Aubrey’s lodge, on the windowsills and stairs and railings, on every branch in the trees, on the roof of the bus, on the mirrors of the bus, on the collapsed pile of canvas that was their tent from the night before, even on the ground. A sea of birds, coating everything like black ink.

And all of their eyes and beaks were pointed directly at the Bellas.

Beca froze and held her breath. Chloe’s hand twitched in hers.

Pounding feet behind her made her jump, but she didn’t dare shout out; instead, she braced for collision. A second later, Paris, Aubrey, and David ran into them, shoving both her and Chloe forward as they’d run into Cynthia-Rose.

“Shh!” Beca hissed before they could even ask. She was pretty sure Chippy’s shoe was digging into her spine.

She felt them freeze behind her, could almost feel the terror crash over them as they realized.

A heartbeat passed, or maybe it was an hour. She wasn’t sure, could only think about the hundreds – if not thousands – of birds watching them.

“What do we do?” Chloe breathed.

“I don’t know,” Beca replied, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“We have to move eventually,” Cynthia-Rose muttered.

“Like hell,” Paris whispered.

Another long moment dragged by. A crow clacked its beak from near Beca’s foot and she winced.

Her eyes swiveled, looking for any way out and seeing only black feathers and sharp beaks. Would the birds let them back away? Or would the movement be too much?

“Um, no one be alarmed,” Amy’s soft voice permeated the air, “but I think I’m allergic to crows.”

“What?” David whispered, confused.

“Well…” Amy’s voice trailed off.

Oh no.

Beca closed her eyes, dread dropping into her stomach like a brick. She knew where this was headed.

Chloe didn’t seem to have a clue. “Amy, what –” she started to whisper, only to stop abruptly at the sound of Amy’s tight breathing.

“Ahh, ahh…” Amy panted, then – she sneezed.

It was quite possibly the loudest, most explosive noise Beca had ever heard. It made them all flinch violently; Stacie even let out a small shriek.

“Well, fuck,” Beca managed.

Then the birds were on them.

They had no chance; wings and beaks and eyes were everywhere, filling her vision, stealing the air from her lungs. Beca dragged Chloe forward, searching blindly for the cabin. It was a total free-for-all, the shrieks and yells of the others surrounding her, lost in the cacophony of caws and clacking and beating wings overriding her every sense. Beca squeezed her eyes closed and flung her free hand over her head, desperate to protect her face even as she felt the sting of claws and beaks tearing at her arms and legs, though not as painfully as she’d expected.

Chloe’s loud scream jerked her eyes open reflexively; there was a crow tangled in her red locks. Beca dropped Chloe’s hand and swatted at the bird, forcing it away from Chloe. She looked around frantically for the others, wanting to help while also defending herself. She caught a glimpse of Aubrey pushing Amy’s wheelchair to the lodge, birds flapping around their heads; Flo and Cynthia-Rose cowering on the ground, overrun; David and Paris swinging at the birds with their hands, fending them off as well as they could.

A bird flew directly at Beca’s face and she lashed out reflexively, backhanding it. It veered away, and in its place she thought she saw Chippy through the window of Aubrey’s lodge, perched in the windowsill almost as if watching the scene from the safety of the indoors, but then another loud scream tore her attention away.

Stacie was sprinting away from the clearing, a huge cloud of birds breaking away to chase her. She screamed again, panicking as the birds dive-bombed her.

She was running directly toward the empty pool.

“Stacie, don’t!” Beca yelled, sure she wouldn’t be heard over the sound of the birds. She tried to break free, to chase after Stacie, only to be tripped by a crow and fall flat on her stomach. She looked up, hoping someone else could get to Stacie, but Chloe was fending off her own legion of birds while Flo, Cynthia-Rose, and Paris ducked and weaved around scores of birds.

David, however, managed to throw off the birds surrounding him; with a burst of speed and a primal yell, he sprinted forward after Stacie, trying to reach her before she got to the pool, but she had too much of a head start.

It happened in the blink of an eye.

Even as Stacie and David ran toward the empty pool, a huge figure climbed out of it. He wore a singed-looking maintenance suit, black boots, and black gloves. His head was misshapen, concealed under a brown burlap sack that had holes for eyes and was sewn with a horrible, stitched-on mouth in the shape of a black smile. He was carrying a massive chef’s knife.

Stacie, blinded by the birds and her own panic, ran directly into his waiting arms.

Beca heard herself scream and she crawled forward, only to fall again under the weight of birds.

David didn’t slow down. He rammed into the figure, pulling at Stacie, trying to shove himself between her and the masked maintenance man. The figure stumbled, his boot slipping over the edge of the pool. He reached out to grab both Stacie and David, and all three of them toppled backward into the pool and out of sight.

“NO!” Beca screamed, her voice tearing as she lashed out at the birds, needing to get to the pool, needing to save Stacie, needing to see what had happened.

Just like that, the onslaught lifted. Without warning, the torrent of birds broke, dispersing into the trees and fleeing as suddenly as they’d attacked.

Beca lay motionless on the ground for an instant, stunned at the unexpected retreat. She looked to Chloe first, who was already staring down at her, shallow scratches on her arms and one on her cheek. Seeing she was okay, Beca hauled herself up to her feet.

“Stacie!” she yelled, sprinting to the empty pool, ignoring the sting of the scratches on her arms and legs.

There was no answer.

From behind her, she heard the others following, Paris calling for David as she ran.

Beca made it to the pool first, peering down into its depths, expecting to see a tangle of limbs as Stacie and David fought their attacker.

There was nothing.

“No, no, no…” Beca chanted under her breath, scanning for any sign of them, but they were gone. Vanished, like Ashley and Jessica and Emily and Lilly, gone without a trace.

Chloe appeared next to her, then Paris on her other side, both having sprinted to join her. Chloe gaped down into the empty pool, shock and disbelief filling her features, while Paris screamed and turned away in frustration.

“Where are they?!” Paris shrieked, startling Flo and Cynthia-Rose, who were limping over to join them.

“You mean –?” Flo started to ask.

“Gone,” Chloe whispered, turning her back on the pool. “All of them.”

Cynthia-Rose pointed a shaking finger toward them. “You saw him, right? That guy with the sack head?”

Beca nodded, her skin crawling at the memory of his blank stare and the long knife he held – which, she suddenly realized, had to be the missing chef’s knife in the kitchen.

“Nope,” Cynthia-Rose said, shaking her head and backing away. “Nope, I’m out, I’m done, I’m not getting murdered by some electrocuted ghost freak –”

“What happened?”

Beca looked up to see Aubrey jogging toward them, her face frightened. Reaching them, she continued, “The birds attacked so I wheeled Amy inside to keep her safe. Did someone fall in?” she asked, her eyes flicking to the pool.

Paris rounded on her instantly. “Some freak in a mask jumped out and grabbed David and Stacie and pulled them in! Aubrey, it was him, it was Charles!”

Aubrey dew up short, her brow creasing. “What? Are they still down there? We need to get them!”

“No kidding,” Beca fired sarcastically. “We looked, and they’re just gone. Poof. Nada. No dice.”

She gestured grandly, hearing the strain in her own voice but not caring. She expected Aubrey to ask more questions, or to look into the pool for herself, insisting that they just weren’t searching properly.

She didn’t expect Aubrey’s face to pale even further. “Get inside,” she whispered, eyes bouncing between them all.

No one moved.

“But,” Chloe started, “if we look for them –”

“Now!” Aubrey barked, making Chloe flinch. “You are all my responsibility, and I’m not losing anyone else to this creep. Move!”

Flo and Cynthia-Rose reacted instantly, jogging to the lodge, heads swiveling toward the woods, as if afraid something was going to jump out. Beca didn’t blame them.

Under Aubrey’s fierce glare, Beca, Chloe, and Paris followed Flo and Cynthia-Rose to the cabin, moving quickly and keeping an eye on the woods. Halfway to the lodge, the sound of wings fluttering jolted Beca’s heart. She raised her hands automatically to defend herself, only to see the birds rising from the trees.

A fat drop of rain hit the ground in front of her, then another, until it became clear that the downpour she’d been searching for earlier was about to break. She ran for the cabin then, desperate for shelter as the cloud of birds ascended to the sky.

#bechloe #horror #my writing #fallen leaves fallen bellas #cabin in the woods #beca mitchell #chloe beale #aubrey posen #originally for horror week #beca x chloe #kind of slow burn #this one is a little shorter sorry #and lots of dialogue #pitch perfect fanfiction

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