#How are we supposed to have fun this way?

[akanemnon]

being honest i don't really get why so many people are like "why isn't lesslo hidden if he's a secret boss"

like we've had two secret boss so far and one of them was spamton who was a required encounter for the chapter who also had additional out of the way side content not exactly very "hidden"

like the only thing "hidden" about spamton was the second fight itself

so like it's not really strange that lesslo is around to interact with the party before the actual fight is found

sorry i know this isn't really a question and more so just a statement of opinion

Yeaaaahh, I would lie if I said it didn't bug me a little too.

Again, we've only had two Chapters as of writing this. Chapter 3+4 will release sometime in 2025. Once that happens we'll have a better understanding of how a secret boss is "supposed" to act. But with only Jevil and Spamton as a referene, we really can't say yet. So might as well have a little fun with it while we still can!

[lucygraysboy]

“a grill out.” he can’t help but snicker at that, in awe of how witty she is. “oh, please… i’m pretty sure you’ve seen it, you just don’t want to admit it. i mean, swimming in white boxers wasn’t my brightest idea,” as white fabrics often turn see-through when wet, “but there’s no way that you didn’t catch a glimpse of it when we were younger.” grumbling when she accuses him of being a creep, he stabs his fork into the salad and absently soaks it in some steak juice. “in my defense, you was always fun-sized and needed help climbin’ up and down things. twelve-year-old me surely didn’t enjoy having your ass so close to my face, but i was a good boy. what was i supposed to do? leave you up on a tree?” a huff escapes him, gaze focusing on the food on his plate as he continues to chew thoroughly. “oh, what do we have here?” he refuses to move his long legs, purposely annoying her by pushing his knees in her personal space as something falls into his lap. “it’s a foot! a foot growin’ out of my thigh. if it’s in my lap, it’s mine.” his left hand dips beneath the table, fingers curling around her ankle, keeping her foot in place. his little hostage. “this personal recliner can keep your foot here forever. what would happen if you had to pee? hmm…” he teases, squeezing her boot, forgetting that they’re at a fancy restaurant and whatever it is that they’re doing may not appear as very sophisticated to the other guests. “blair always called me william. she hated billy,” he confesses, as if reading her mind but really it’s just occurred to him how annoying and hurtful that was. he’d asked her multiple times to just call him billy, and every time she responded with, but that’s so hick. she was never one for nicknames. “oh, i sure hope so. hope no other billy gets to be your billy bean.” and billy bear. and cowboy prince. call him childish, but he wants this to be just their thing. “did you know that meatballs are made out of actual balls? testicles?” since they’re acting like children again, he figures this joke isn’t off limits and laughs, stuffing his mouth with another piece of steak and some more goat cheese. not really caring that the meat’s still a little too hot and is making his tongue tingle. this is his first and only meal today. breakfast doesn’t count. he only had a little protein bar.

dying to let out an eww as she hears him say he jokingly has pictures of it, she covers her mouth before it comes out. “that wasn’t an invitation to be invited to a grill out.” a hot dog party. “just tellin’ you i haven’t seen that thing, like you have seen my underwear cause you were creepin’.” remembering that from a few years ago like he just told her that yesterday, because it’s so funny and embarrassing at the same time. “now move and get your big legs over there.” sassing him, taking her cowgirl boots and gently pushing his feet away before annoyingly purposely sitting her feet in his lap. “wow this personal recliner is actually comfy,” taking a sip of tea, she innocently smiles right after letting the straw go. the lost your mind part of his next word has her laughing, feeling pleased and giddy that either he’s fibbing or she really is she the special one. what about blair? she wonders, wondering what she calls him. turning back from pestering lucy gray to sweet lucy gray, “you are special and my names for you are special. no other billy is getting billy bean, billy bear and cowboy prince.” a proud smile beams across her face. “yes it is.” mumbling as she’s happily smiling to herself while munching on garlic bread, thinking about all the nicknames he has for her while twirling her saucy pasta on a fork, impatiently blowing the heat off of it.

[fushigowo]

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐊, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓 | 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

⇢ ˗ˏˋ PAIRING: skater!getou x fem!reader

⇢ ˗ˏˋ SYNOPSIS: parties are out of your comfort zone, but when your friends dragged you to come with them at a frat party, you stumbled across getou suguru—the man who has been eyeing you since your first day on campus.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ WARNINGS: public sex, exbihitionism, fingering, wall sex, doggy, oral sex, dumbification, edging, breeding kink, size kink, multiple orgasms soft to mean dom suguru, suguru wears a lot of rings

⇢ ˗ˏˋ NOTES: WE ARE SO BACK (I DID NOT PROOFREAD THIS)

Getou Suguru is usually uninterested when it comes to women asking him out. He is always nonchalant and doesn’t give any fucks whenever someone is showing interest in him. Sure, he fucks around but that would just be a quick fuck to satisfy himself and nothing more. He wasn’t interested in anyone because they weren’t you.

Getou Suguru usually fucks around with other women, only because he imagines them as you. Suguru can get any woman he wants, but when it comes to you? Oh, you were hard to get, alright. And that—Suguru thinks—is quite a challenge for him. Unlike other women whom Suguru usually sees at the pit or frat parties, you couldn't be found at either of them. So, Suguru decided to know where your usual spots are on campus. In his defense, he wasn't stalking you. He only wanted to hang out and try to find a way to talk to you.

What Suguru thinks makes you stand out from the crowd is your aura. Whenever he saw you hanging out with your friends, you were always the soft-spoken one. Suguru likes how vibrant and soft you are. You don't give a single fuck about what other people say about you being fake because you’re always so nice, even to people who hate you.

Your sense of style is also a plus for Suguru. You always wear shades of pink, usually the lighter ones and always have those cute, little ribbons on—whether it is on your hair or your top or your tights or your shoes. While you wear those pink, vibrant colors, Suguru wears the complete opposite. He usually wears heavy colors, mostly black and a lot of accessories, which are rings. Aside from Suguru’s hobby of skating, he also plays as lead guitarist in a band in his free time when he’s not busy with academics. You, however, usually spend your time taking walks in parks and going to art museums when not busy with your studies. Suguru knows that your major is associated with art. Not to be a creep, but because of Suguru’s deep admiration for you, he came to realize that your program is Fine Arts, majoring in painting.

Right now, Suguru’s eyeing you from across the library as he finishes studying and taking notes. He wasn’t supposed to take two hours in the library, but because you were here, it was such a distraction for him. He finally snapped back to his senses when your friend came crashing into your peaceful time. Suguru went back to studying and finally left with his notebooks and book in his hands before taking one last glance at you, ignoring your friend’s presence.

“Hey,” your friend greeted you and sat beside you. You closed your notebook and looked at her with a smile, asking what was her business with you. “Do you have any deadlines this weekend? Y'know, you’re always busy with your plates and canvases and shit. You can have fun with us this Saturday.”

“And what kind of fun am I getting myself into, Mei Mei?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Just some frat party—”

“No.”

“Come on, babe. Just one time.” she pleads.

“You know parties are out of my comfort zone,” you replied. “I’m just not comfortable being in one.”

“Just one time, please? Utahime, Shoko, and I will keep you company. Besides, you might meet someone there.” she winked.

Giving up your defenses, you take a deep sigh in defeat before saying, “I’ll think about it, Mei Mei.”

Your friend, to her excitement, accidentally squealed in the library, which made you wince in embarrassment. Sometimes you don’t know why you’re associated with your friends. Mei Mei, the gambler. Shoko, the smoker. Utahime, the violent one. Well, what can you say? They’re your friends, you support them no matter what. Later that night, you were doing your makeup when your friends came crashing into your dorm. The good thing is that your roommate wasn’t there with you. Otherwise, she would complain again about how annoying your friends are. You can’t blame her though. You definitely understand her. After one last look at your outfit in the mirror, your friends finally dragged you out of your dorm.

As your friends walk you to the venue of the party, you can already hear the loud, thunderous music echoing from the distance accompanied by the overlapping voices of dozens of people enjoying and having fun at the party. You weren’t even in front of the doorstep yet you already want to ditch your friends and go back to your dorm and have a peaceful night for yourself.

The frat house was huge, almost as huge as a manor house, having three stories. Its walls are made with brick walls covered in off-white paint, with the front of the house having a banner with the name of the frat. You don’t even have to guess that the house was packed, because it already was.

“Come on, babe. It’ll be fun.” Mei Mei whispered to you and didn’t even give you time to protest when she came dragging you inside.

The inside of the house was even messier than you pictured in your head. The music was even louder than outside. It had your ears ringing because of how loud it was. People were all scattered across the house; playing ping pong tables or something, dancing in the living room, drinking and making out in every corner, playing seven minutes in heaven, dancing, partying, all that stuff.

You wanted to stick with your friends, but Mei Mei and Shoko went their separate ways, and Utahime was nowhere to be found, which you guessed already ditched the party. When you decide to ditch your friends as well, you come walking towards the front door until someone blocks you from your way.

“Uhm, excuse me,” you muttered.

“Never seen you here before, cutie. Want a drink?” The man who offered you a drink was a white-haired man with cerulean blue eyes accompanied by his pale ivory skin and huge, and you mean, huge, tall, and muscular build.

“Oh, yeah—uhm, sure.” You couldn’t say no. The man, then, handed you a cup of beer and offered you a seat somewhere in the house. It was pretty calm where you’re at. Just a bunch of college people, talking and playing games and socializing in general.

“What’s your name? We’ve been throwing a lot of parties since our freshman year here,” he says. “So many familiar faces, but you’re someone who I saw just now. Oh, I’m Satoru, by the way. Gojo Satoru.” he smiled at you, making you smile back.

You told your name to him and answered that your friends only dragged you here and that you don’t really do well when it comes to parties. You didn’t tell him the part that you just hate crowded and loud places.

“I see,” he said. “Well, I hope you’re having a great time.”

“Not really.” you chuckled bitterly. “I don’t know where my friends are and I have no idea who you guys are.”

“Why don’t you join us then?” someone from across your seat asked.

Your eyes met with black-colored ones. He has a small smile plastered on his pinkish, thin lips. His hair is long and lustrous, tied in a half-bun. Same with Gojo, he is tall and muscular as well, given that his wide, black tank top is showing his muscles and even his chest. What intrigued you the most is his clothing. He wears all black clothes, his pants filled with accessories, such as chains and belts with creative designs. He also wears a lot of piercings on his ears and his fingers are filled with silver rings. You thought that Gojo is handsome and all, but this man is gorgeous. You didn’t even realize that you were staring at him for a while now when Gojo snapped his fingers in front of your face, taking you back to your senses.

“You’re staring at him too much, angel. You’re making me jealous.” Gojo jokes.

“Fuck off, Satoru.” The man scolded the white-haired man before looking at you again. “We’re gonna play something. Wanna join?”

“Sure. What is it?” you asked.

“Seven minutes in heaven, as usual.” Gojo rolled his eyes.

You didn’t say anything and decided to join and all the participants in the game sat down on the floor in a circle.

While the game is on-going—with other people being locked in the closet—your eyes are stuck on the black-haired man. He is talking to one of his fratmates, which you had guessed. Something about him that makes you squirm on your seat. You kept observing how good-looking he is and how he talks in such a soft-spoken way with other people and he always has a nice look on his face, even when not talking. At least that’s what you think.

You were silently hoping that the two of you would be locked in the closet together, with privacy in the dark. And when that happens, there’s a high possibility that you could feel his touch on your skin or even his lips meeting yours while his hands are traveling around your body, making their way down on your—

“Oops! Get in the closet, Suguru!" Gojo yelled at one of the participants but you were too busy fantasizing about Gojo's friend.

Suddenly, you were then guided to walk towards the closet with the person you were paired up with already inside it. Now, you’re locked inside a dark, chilly closet with someone you don’t even know by name or by face because the closet was too dark for you to make up the features of the person you were with.

“Uhm…” you mumbled, not knowing what to say. “Where… oh—I'm sorry.” you apologized when your hand hit something hard. It was his chest. His chest is hard as fuck.

“It’s okay.” he chuckled. “Didn’t even hurt, princess.”

“I didn’t expect to play this again in college,” you mumbled. “The last time I played this, I was in high school when I had my first kiss. It was not good at all.”

The man chuckled again, this time much louder than before. “Was he not a good kisser?”

“Definitely not. He was awful, and I’m being too nice with the word awful.” you said in disgust. “It was such a horrible seven minutes in heaven.”

“Someone needs to teach him how to kiss. Besides, it’s embarrassing being a horrible kisser when kissing someone so pretty.”

“How do you know I’m pretty?”

“I just know,” he mumbled. “Want me to make this a wonderful seven minutes in heaven for you?”

“How?” you asked.

“Come closer,” he whispered, which you did.

His touch made you startled on your feet, making him chuckle under his breath. His hand, then, started to caress the back of your head and feel your hair.

“Relax, sweetheart.” he said those words that can make you imagine a smile on his lips.

His hands are taking their time exploring your body, making their way down to your waist then up to your spine that sends you shivers on your back then down to your waist again. The man’s touch was warm and needy as if he wants to explore every inch of your body right here, right now. He was not shy to let his hands travel beneath the fabric of your shirt and even your mini-skirt.

You didn’t even notice that you were already leaning so close to him, that you can feel the warmth of his breath on your forehead, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands are resting on his chest while one of his is caressing your ass. The other starts making its way to your chin, guiding you to look up at him despite not seeing his face due to the darkness of the closet.

The closeness of his warm breath made contact with your lips and the next thing you know, his lips are on yours. At first it was a gentle, passionate kiss, slowly turning into a hungry one, filled with desire and lust. His hand on your chin then held your cheek.

The way he guided you up against the wall was dominant yet gentle and careful at the same time. His kisses became hungrier as his tongue snaked its way inside of your mouth, meeting your tongue. You couldn’t help but moan against his kisses that your hands made their way up to his hair. You didn’t even notice the long length of it and his half-bun up because you were so intoxicated by his lips and kisses.

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, right before kissing your neck while his hands waste no time in lowering down your panties.

You’re breathing so heavily, your nails are digging against his back. You let out a yelp when you feel his fingers touch your folds, making him chuckle at your reaction. You just know that he licked his fingers before inserting two of it inside you.

“Oh, shit,” you moaned before covering your mouth.

“Nah, don’t even bother doing that,” he whispered. “Let them hear. They know damn well what we’re doing here anyway, so don’t even bother covering your noises.”

You nodded before taking off your hand from your mouth.

“That's a good girl.” you heard him whisper right in your ear.

You feel his fingers speed up inside you, making you squirm under his grasp. You tried your best not to let out a yelp or anything louder than the soft moans and whimpers that only he could hear despite telling you to let them hear. The mere thought of everyone outside this closet hearing you moan out loud is out of the question.

When you feel his strong arms wrap around your legs to carry you against the wall and straddle him on his waist, you cover your mouth instantly as his fingers continue to play with your cunt. One hand is covering your mouth while the other is gripping the shirt on his back. The faster he plunges his fingers inside you, the louder you can hear the wetness emanating from your pussy.

“Mmmph! Mmmh…” you tried your best to stop yourself from being heard outside the closet. And yet, it was harder for you to do so as you feel yourself getting closer. You had the courage to take your hand off your mouth and whisper—or whimper, rather—to the man fingerfucking you inside a closet. “I’m—I’m gonna cum. I’m so close—Mmmph!”

“Yeah? Don’t hold back, sweetheart. Cum on my fingers then, come on.” you can imagine a smirk on his face as he says those words with amusement.

Your breathing became heavier, the air between the two of you grew hotter as you're getting nearer and nearer to cumming.

You felt his warm tongue lick down on your neck towards your collarbone, leaving hickeys and bites to your skin.

Your toes started curling as you close your eyes tightly, that you were sure you were about to see stars as you get closer.

“Oh, fuck, yes—”

Then, with one last thrust of his fingers, just when you were about to reach your climax, the two of you heard a loud knock on the wooden door of the closet, making him curse under his breath.

“Hey, it’s been ten minutes, love birds! Go get yourself a room!” You and the man heard Gojo’s voice shout from outside.

What a cunt, you thought.

“I’m gonna kill him after this.” The man whispered as the both of you settle yourselves down. “Wanna get out of this party?” he whispered, sending shivers down your spine.

“Yeah. I might need more of that.” you chuckled.

The two of you are sweating so hard after a heated makeout session inside the closet. You were sure that your hair and makeup is all messy as well as your dress so you would have to retouch yourself before getting out of this party with this man. You still have no idea who this was, but that doesn’t matter anymore. You just needed to let out your frustration after getting cockblocked by Gojo.

“Come on, let’s get the fuck out of here,” he says.

With that, he opened the closet door, already seeing dozens of eyeballs staring at the two of you, knowing damn well what the both of you did there. Some were blushing and flustered, while most were cheering for the man and you, and others were drunk as hell.

You feel yourself getting flustered and your cheeks heating up because of the embarrassment. You had never done it before where other people could hear you. Well, maybe others did hear you before, but then again, you weren’t aware of them listening.

“Hey, fuck you, Satoru!”

You eyed the man you were with inside the closet and when you saw who he was, your eyes flew wide open in shock, almost feeling your jaw drop when you saw his long, raven hair tied in a half-bun. You were just fantasizing about him earlier and now, you made out with him inside a dark, cramped closet.

“Calm down, man!” Gojo was being headlocked by a man named ‘Suguru’. You heard from Gojo.

Getou Suguru.

“Come on, princess. Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Suguru took your hand and walked towards the door of the frat house. Before Suguru could get out, he picked up his skateboard that was leaning against the wall. Just when the two of you were about to head out, he threw one last middle finger towards Gojo with a smirk on his face.

“God, I hate him.” he chuckled as he shook his head, his hand still in yours while the other held his skateboard.

You let out a quiet laugh before asking where the two or you are going. He said he knows a quiet spot where he usually hangs out.

An empty skate park beside an abandoned store. It was empty and quiet, only the crickets can be heard, considering that it's two minutes 'till three in the morning. There were few light posts surrounding the park, showing some graffiti on the concrete.

“Do you skate?” he asked, breaking the silence between the two of you.

Truth be told, Suguru’s heart was beating so fast when he realized that it was you who he had kissed and fingerfucked inside a closet. The last time he saw you, he was just fantasizing what it was like to touch you, to kiss you, and now, he did. And when he did, god, he felt as if he could never kiss anyone else after getting the chance to kiss you. Suguru, being true to his intentions, doesn’t want to kiss anyone else after that.

You chuckled before replying, “Do I look like the type of woman who skates?” you pointed to yourself, especially to your outfit. You were wearing pink high heels and stockings with ribbons, of course.

“Could be. Who knows? Maybe you do.” he smiles before gesturing to you to come closer to him. “Come here. I’ll teach you.”

“In heels?” you almost gasped.

“Yeah, come on, princess.” he motioned you to stand on his skate while he holds your arms to help you maintain your balance as you stare at your feet on top of the board. “See? You’re already doing so good.” he praised, making you smile at him.

“I'm barely moving, Suguru."

“You’re getting the hang of it—”

Suguru’s words were cut off by the sudden fast motion of the board, which caused you to lose your balance and almost fall on the concrete, head first. Thankfully, Suguru’s arms never let go of you, giving him the chance to catch you.

“Easy, princess. I got you.” he smiles and then gives you a peck on the lips, making you awestruck.

“Oh, you’re so sly, Getou Suguru,” you mumbled before kissing him back. Suguru, on the other hand, never hesitated.

The kiss between the two of you began to deepen. His arms that were holding your body are now pulling your waist closer to his, the other, traveling on your back. The feeling of kissing the woman that Suguru admired for years now had never felt so euphoric. It was as if he would never have the urge to kiss another woman again except you. Your lips could never compare to the ones he had kissed before, and even those thoughts were suddenly pushed out of Suguru’s memory as he focuses on the sweet taste of your lips.

“Mmm… I want more… I want more, Suguru.” you moaned in between kisses.

“Yeah? You want more, princess?” Suguru whispered in your ear, his hot breath against your skin sends shivers on your spine, making you cross your legs in need.

“Mmm-hmm,” you hummed.

“Come on.” Suguru took your hand and led you to the back of the abandoned store covered by the large bushes.

“Wait, Suguru. Here?” you looked up at him, unsure of the place.

“Is there a problem?”

“What if somebody sees?” you asked.

“Then we’ll give them a good show.” he smirked before pressing his lips against yours again, making you lean back on the wall.

Your arms snaked up Suguru’s nape, pulling him closer to your kisses. His lips began to lower down your jaw, to your neck down to your collarbone. When Suguru reached your pink shirt, he looked at you, as if asking permission to lift your shirt up. You nodded, and the man didn’t hesitate to do so, showing your laced bra. Instead of taking the clasps off, Suguru only lifted your bra as well, exposing your tits and nipples.

“So pretty,” he mumbled before sucking on your nipples, letting his tongue swirl while his hand is massaging the other. Meanwhile, his other hand is rubbing on your soaked panties, making you moan lightly under your breath.

“Mmm… Suguru… feels so good,”  you mumbled in between your heavy breaths as Suguru continued to toy with your wet pussy while he took his time playing with your hard nipples.

Suguru’s kisses began moving down again, kissing your stomach until his face meets your pussy. He took one last glance at you before hooking your panties, as if he was asking permission to remove them. You didn’t hesitate to nod your head while the man quickly slid your panties down, not wasting a single second.

“She’s so wet for me, princess.” he chuckled.

You couldn’t help but release a sudden yelp when you felt Suguru’s tongue on your folds.

Oh, fuck. He has a fucking tongue piercing.

It was as if your entire body shook because of the sudden cold that you felt through your pussy. Suguru’s tongue piercing keeps touching your folds as he continues to eat you out as if you’re the last thing he’s ever going to eat.

“Oh, shit… feels so good, Suguru. Sooo good,” you moaned. The back of your head touches the wall while your hands grip Suguru’s long hair, messing up his man bun.

Suguru couldn’t care less about him eating you out loud and continued to devour your wet pussy. The loud slurping and sucking noises that his mouth and tongue makes filled the supposedly quiet ambiance. The vibrations of Suguru’s moans caused your pussy to ache even more while your moans became louder and louder, that your mind completely forgot that you’re being eaten out in public.

“Shit, you taste so fucking good. Can’t get enough of you, princess.” he chuckled and continued to lap your folds.

When Suguru said he can’t get enough of you, he fucking means it. Suguru hooks one of your legs to his shoulders while his hands travel to your lower back to push your hips even closer to his mouth.

“Oh, my fucking god, Suguru!” you moaned while your hands gripped his hair tighter when you feel yourself getting closer to cumming.

“You gonna cum, princess? Yeah, cum for me, cum for me. Come on, cum on my tongue,” he mumbled in between sucking your clit and licking your pussy aggressively.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna cum, Suguru, I’m—shit!” your breathing became heavier while Suguru became even more aggressive with the way he eats you out. The slurping, sucking, and squelching noises became louder as he pushed your hips harder to him.

Your grip on Suguru’s hair became even tighter. Your legs begin to shake, eyes feel as if they’re traveling at the back of your head, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer that your toes start to curl.

“I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum, fuck! Suguru!”

You tried your best to muffle your loud moans by covering your mouth when you felt yourself cumming on Suguru’s tongue. That was the first and only time you came so hard that you swore you saw stars.

“Ah, so fucking good,” Suguru mumbled and took one last lick on your pussy before standing up to meet your face. He didn’t hesitate to kiss you to let you taste yourself. “Good thing there’s no Satoru to cockblock us.” he chuckled before kissing you again.

“We’re not done, are we?” you asked and looked up at him.

“Do you seriously think we are? No fucking way, princess,” he whispered before telling you to turn back. You did what he asked and pressed your palms on the wall. “You’re on the pill, right?” he asked, to which you nodded as your reply.

Suguru smirked behind you before gently lifting your skirt. You bite your lips as you hear him unbuckling his belt. The man didn’t waste any time to pull his cock out, now leaking with pre-cum. A smirk curls up his lips as he watches you looking behind your shoulder. One of his hands is holding your hips, guiding you closer to him while the other is holding his cock.

“Think you can take all of this, princess?” he smirked as he rubbed the length of his cock on your wet slit, making you moan under your breath. You couldn’t help but release a whimper instead of answering his question, and to Suguru, that was all he wanted to hear and nothing more. 

Suguru released a sharp breath as he pushed his thick cock inside of you. Series of curses and moans came out of Suguru’s mouth when he felt your hot insides and how tight you are around his cock. His hand came to grip your hair, pulling your face closer to him and making you arch your back even more while he looked down at you. 

“You’re so fucking tight around me, shit.” he moaned before kissing you. The two of you shared moans in between kisses as Suguru pushed even deeper inside you, making your legs shake. You couldn’t help but release a yelp from your lips when Suguru suddenly thrusted inside of you.

“Nghh… so deep, Suguru. It’s so—ah—deep, oh, my fucking god,” you moaned. 

Suguru lets out a chuckle before looking down on his cock not even fully inside you yet. “You’re not even taking all of it yet, sweetie. Just a bit more, ‘kay? Think you can take all of it for me?” he asked, pulling you closer to him, causing you to arch your back.

“Mmm-hmm. Give it to me, please. I need it, Suguru, please,” you begged, almost teary-eyed while you looked up at him. 

He’s not even pushing all of his cock inside you and yet you already feel so full. That’s how big Suguru is. 

With one last thrust, Suguru pushed his hips even harder and deeper inside you, making him moan and release a sharp breath at how deep he is. He can almost feel his eyes rolling at the back of his head because of how good you feel, how tight you are around him, and how pretty you look while you take all of him. 

Your legs continue to shake while you try not to show your teary-eyes to Suguru because of how deep he is that you can feel the head of his cock hitting your cervix. You looked over your shoulder when Suguru released soft chuckles before saying: “Such a good girl, taking it all for me. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“I’m your good girl, Suguru,” you whimpered as you looked up at him with teary eyes. Well, he makes you look up at him. 

Suguru took one last kiss from you before thrusting his hips while his hand holds yours and the other grips your hair that is causing you to arch your back. The squelching noises and his balls hitting the back of your cunt was accompanied by your moans and heavy breaths filled the air of the scene.

Your moans became louder and louder as Suguru’s thrust became faster and deeper, hitting your cervix, which made your legs quiver and your eyes to almost roll back again because of how good Suguru is fucking you. You couldn’t care less about how loud you’re becoming and how intense Suguru’s thrusts are, that anyone who stumbled across the park would hear the two of you. Anything other than Suguru’s cock going in and out of you was out of your mind since it was the only thing that you could think of—that is, if you could still think.

“Hah, ah, shit! Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he moaned as he looked down on your teary, submissive eyes. “I could fuck you all night and—shit—and still can’t get enough of you.”

Suguru’s pace became faster, his balls hitting your cunt became louder as well as your moans. Your legs quivered more when you feel yourself getting closer to cumming again. 

You couldn’t think straight anymore when Suguru suddenly let go of your hair and held both of your arms back. Loud moans and whimpers released from your mouth as you feel yourself seeing stars again and your toes starting to curl once more. The fast pace of Suguru’s thrusts made your body move back and forth as well as your head. The hair that you took so long to style was now ruffled and messy and your makeup that took you forever to put was now being washed away from your eyes when tears started traveling down your cheeks. 

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Suguru! I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum, please, please, please! I’m so close, so close.” you whimpered, almost cried out loud, making Suguru smirk behind you, his moans and groans became louder when he felt himself getting closer to cumming too.

“Yeah? Beg for me, beg for me, slut. You’re so fucking dirty—ah, shit, letting me fuck you in public.” he chuckled in a saccharine tone. 

Suguru’s sudden change of tone from sweet and caring like earlier was now replaced with a saccharine, almost mean demeanor, which caused your pussy to tighten around his length. Suguru couldn’t help but let out a chuckle when he felt your cunt tighten around him.

“Did you just fucking tighten around me? You like being called that, huh, slut?” Suguru released one of your arm from his grip and pinched your cheeks together, causing your lips to pucker up while you look up at him. Seeing your teary eyes and messy makeup made Suguru hornier yet he can’t let himself cum yet. 

“Mmmph… ‘Guru, ‘m so close, please,” you plead. 

“Yeah, I don’t think so. Not yet,” he whispered before pulling out of you, making you whimper and cry at his sudden action. 

You couldn’t help but whine your frustrations out. You were so close and yet Suguru decided to tease you and toy with you by edging you when he pulled his cock out. Just when you are about to feel yourself cumming again, that’s when he decided to be a complete jerk and make you beg and cry for him. But that doesn’t mean that you didn’t like what he’s doing right now.

Suguru made you face him again, which you did. He lifted both of your legs up and carried you in his arms while your back was against the wall. Both of your legs are at the sides of his hips while his arms are under your legs, carrying it to position you up. You circled your arms around his neck while Suguru positioned his cock inside of you again, making you look down and whimper at the sight of your pussy taking all of him again. 

“Wanna see you cum, princess. Sorry about that.” he chuckled.

“It’s okay. I liked it,” you whispered with a soft smile.

Suguru started to thrust his hips again, creating squelching noises again accompanied by the moans and heavy breaths of the two of you. You tried your best to hold on to Suguru, not minding the hard wall hitting your back. 

You were never one to be too intimate with someone when having sex like couples do, such as staring into each other’s eyes and kissing while doing it. You find it too intimate to be doing those things with someone that you don’t have any intention of being involved with. But when it comes to Suguru, it was as if it’s natural for you to do such things with him. The two of you couldn’t help but to stare into each other’s eyes and kiss deeply as he thrusts his cock inside of you.

“So good, Suguru, feels so good.” you whimpered. “Wanna cum so bad, please. Please let me cum, Suguru.” you begged. 

“Yeah? Let’s make you cum then, princess.” 

Suguru’s pace became faster, hitting your cervix once again, making you cry and bury your face on his neck. His breaths became heavier, louder when he felt himself getting closer to cumming and this time, he’s not going to hold back. 

“Oh, shit, fuck, yes. Fuck, ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum, baby—so close, pleasepleaseplease.” you cried, making you hold your head back and hit the wall as you feel yourself seeing stars again.

“Cum on my cock, baby. That’s it, come on. Cum for me, cum for me, cum for me.” 

With one last thrust of Suguru’s hips, you felt yourself cumming again, gushing around Suguru’s cock that almost made your eyes roll at the back of your head and your toes to curl, legs caging Suguru’s hips, making him release his cum inside you. His cum made you feel so full and hot inside. Making sure that none of his cum is wasted, Suguru thrusts his hips a few times, deep and hard.

Suguru smiled at you before pressing his lips on yours once more. The two of you shared a deep, intimate kiss before he pulled himself out of your pussy, making you whimper one last time. Suguru took the initiative to pull your panties back up and tidy up your clothes. He clasped your bra and rolled your top down as well as your skirt. Suguru used his dark-colored shirt to wipe your now-messy makeup and comb your hair using his fingers. 

“There, all done, princess.” he smiled and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. “Wanna get something to eat?”

“Sure, Suguru.” you smiled.

Just when the two of you are about to kiss again, you are interrupted by the loud ringing of Suguru’s phone. He took his phone out to see the caller ID, making him raise an eyebrow and shake his head, which caused you to ask who it was. Suguru didn’t say anything and just answered the phone.

“Hey, man! Where the fuck are you? Utahime is yelling at me, saying that I let you kidnap her friend.”

You couldn’t help but face-palm and shook your head once again. You took Suguru’s phone from his hand and said, “Tell her I just had the best sex of my life.” 

With that, you ended the call.

© FUSHIGOWO | 2024 REBLOGS, NOTES, COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED ♡

[cattordi]

1. the new neighbor 🥥

a/n 𓇼 hey lovies

summary 𓇼 after returning to the obx, you rent the cameron’s guest house; forcing you into close proximity with your ex boyfriend— rafe.

pairings 𓇼 pogue!reader x exbf!rafecameron

warnings 𓇼 this is only the first part so just angst, not proofread, mentions of drugs

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“my dad said our guest house is ready for you when you get here.” sarah emphasized on the phone call you were on.

“okay. thank you so much sarah.” you say into the phone. both you and sarah bid your goodbyes and hangup. grabbing your suitcase, and other bags, you open the door of the uber you ordered, leave the airport and head to: the outer banks.

outer banks was your home…. until you moved to new york in hopes of living a less divided life. during your time living in the obx, your parents both passed, you spent your time with pogues, but ultimately was in love with and dated a kook— rafe.

he was another reason you left. during the 2 years you two dated, it was all perfect.. until he got into drugs.

you never understood the toll drugs could have on someone until rafe started getting violent, his emotions were all over the place, he became impulsive, and relied on coke to make him happy.

so you packed your things and left with no note behind or anything. rafe did reach out sarah didn’t talk to you for awhile but eventually she understood your reasoning.

after an hour of driving, you’re finally driving though figure 8. big houses come into view along with boats. another 15 minutes go by and you’re pulling into the entrance of taneyhill.

you grab your phone and text sarah “i’m outside” before collecting your bags, thanking the driver, and walking towards the door.

sarah and rose greet you at the front door. both engulfing you in hugs. “jesus y/n i’ve missed you so much. you don’t understand” sarah says.

“i’ve missed you guys too. where’s wheezie?” you ask

both of their faces go staid before rose says, “she’s with rafe actually. they went out in the boat.”

you smile softly, a bit hurt at the sound of his name, “well that sounds nice. i hope they’re having fun”

silence falls within the three of you before ross breaks in saying, “let’s get you into your house, kay?”

you smile again, sarah grabs your things, and you head towards the adjoining guest house.

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the rest of your night goes by smoothly, no rafe encounters and you quickly remembered how much you enjoyed outer banks.

the next morning you wake up and do your everyday morning routine, with plans of going on your morning run. you throw your hair in a pony tail, pull on running shorts, an oversized t-shirt, and running shoes before leaving the guest house and walking over to the cameron’s house.

as quietly as you can, you fill your water bottle with ice and water until—

“what’re you doing?” a deep voice says from behind you, almost making you drop your bottle. you turn and see rafe. his family is illuminated by the sun seeping through the blinds. his blue eyes watch you. he’s wearing grey sweatpants and no shirt.

“i’m filling my water bottle rafe.”

“no what are you doing? here?”

“i decided to come back home” you begin while closing your bottle, “i missed it here.”

“you’re so full of shit.”

your eyebrows scrunch as you roughly—slam the bottle on the counter. “what’s that supposed to mean rafe?”

“you just left and now you just back. bull-fucking-shit. get someone else to believe your manipulative ass, because it won’t be me.”

“luckily,” you start and begin to walk towards the door, leading back out, “i don’t need your approval.”

you hear him follow you, “you need to leave y/n. you left before so it shouldn’t be hard now.”

that one hit you straight in the heart because you quickly turn around and say, “really rafe? i left? you mentally fucking left our relationship way before i did. but if blaming me makes you fucking feel better so be it. but until i can get a place of my own, we just need to agree to stay out of each others way.”

“y’know what? whatever.” rafe curses and rolls his eyes. he goes to turn leave but stops, “also, nice shirt y/n”

with that he leaves and slams the door behind him, leaving you confused until you look down to see you’re wearing his shirt.

[spatialwave]

Kiss prompts with two dialogue prompts!! For Reader x Jayce, please! 🩷 Thank youuu!

"i think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me"

"shut up" (affectionately)

ask and ye shall receive!!! tysm for sending!!!

pairing: jayce talis x fem!reader word count: 1.1k tags: mdni! fluff, kissing, alcohol use, jayce gets flustered, notes: ok this was so fun omgggg hehehe. my asks are open for more with any char (i'll do my best to stretch my range, but of course i love jayce, hehe). i only have a few more to write which i will be doing tonight & tomorrow!!

“You’re a lightweight,” A smiled pulled across Jayce’s lips, his tanned cheeks were coated by a rosy colour as his hand wrapped around the half-full glass of beer. Honey eyes flickered over your face, noting the way your lips parted as you laughed, the smile reaching your eyes as you waved a hand in front of your face.

“Hardly,” you breathed out as your laugh settled, wobbly on the stool you sat on, “I can handle my liquor just as well as you can.”

“Wow,” he commented with a lift of his brows, “that is a very incorrect statement,” he guzzled the remainder of the dark beer that filled his stomach with heat and left his mind the perfect amount of fuzzy. Enough to make him relax and forget all about the stress of the research that weighed down his shoulders.

As if it were a competition, you finished the rest of yours, the taste bitter on your tongue as you forced it down and ignored the teasing remarks he threw your way.

“Enough,” he laughed, pulling the glass from your lips as some of the liquid dribbled down your chin, “I’m not carrying you home.”

The sound of his laughter caused your heart to ache, a devastating feeling you’d been trying to avoid for weeks. It was disrupting your day-to-day, stupid Jayce Talis and his stupidly beautiful smile and even stupider laugh gave you goosebumps.

“I’m fine!” You swatted at him, your hand smacking his chest playfully as you nearly toppled forward against him.

Jayce was quick to grab you steady at your shoulders, supporting you back to your seat as he dropped his head low enough to get to your level, “Fine? Okay, get up and stand without making a fool of yourself.” 

“What?” You scoffed, furrowing your brows together.

“You heard me, get up and prove you’re fine,” he smirked, letting go of you and resting an elbow on the bar top as his eyes analyzed your movements. His cheek pressed against his knuckles, relaxed, as he waited for you to topple so he could come to your rescue like the knight in shining armour he wanted so desperately to be for you.

You tilted your chin up, huffing as you slid off the stool with calculated ease. Your hand stayed against the stool for support, and it was immediate how the alcohol affected you. The world wasn’t spinning, but you were certainly unable to stand still.

“This is bullshit” you argued when you removed your hand from the stool and stumbled forward, catching yourself before Jayce had the chance to step in. You flashed your eyes at Jayce, “Bet you can’t either.”

He rose to his feet, several inches taller than you, as he crossed his arms over his chest. He quirked an eyebrow, staring down at you, and you rolled your eyes once again.

“You’re so annoying,” you murmured, shifting forward so you could lean against him. You were silent as you felt him drape your coat over your shoulders, knowing what was coming next, “take me home.”

This had become a common occurrence, two young scholars at the academy looking for ways to blow off steam on the weekends. Alcohol was your poison of choice for the past few weekends, indulging in any and all forms of liquor to forget about the upcoming academic week that would certainly leave you exhausted.

“You know,” you murmured, ���this is the third weekend in a row we’ve found ourselves in this situation,” you said, arms wrapped around one of Jayce’s so you could steady yourself as you ventured through the quiet late-night streets of Piltover, “are we alcoholics?”

Jayce snorted, “You are.”

“Shut up,” you giggled affectionately, arms gripping tighter around his, and he was forced to clear his throat as he kept his eyes away, redness burning at his cheeks from your closeness, “I like it. I mean, uh, it’s been fun,” your voice was soft as to not echo too loudly off the surrounding buildings, the only other sounds being two pairs of shoes clacking against the pavement, “I don’t know… Sorry, I’m rambling. I don’t know what I’m saying.”

His eyes flickered to you, slowly blinking as he watched the way your eyes focused ahead and unaware of the way he admired you. To him, you were everything. An unrequited love.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” You mumbled, looking up to catch his gaze before he was able to look away.

“I recall you being the one who told me to shut up,” he answered, lips pulled into a smile.

“You’re awfully annoying, has anyone told you that?” You rolled your eyes, tearing your gaze away as you approached the building of your apartment. 

Jayce watched as you pulled away from him, taking the first step up the brick staircase and turning around to face him. You were eye-to-eye now, rather close in proximity, but you hadn’t cared so much. You had enough liquid courage settled in your stomach to clear your mind and lose most of your inhibitions.

“Well,” he sighed after a few moments of awkward silence, eyes flickering away for a moment, “goodnight.”

You hadn’t returned farewell, your feet planted firmly where you stood. With a curiously raised eyebrow, you noted the way his eyes had flickered to your lips a few times, jaw clenching. He was horrible at being sly.

You smiled.

“You’re forgetting something,” you chimed, head tilting playfully as you bit onto your bottom lip.

“No, I’m not,” he returned the raised eyebrow, oblivious to your flirty tone.

“I think this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me,” you said, a sickly sweet smile playing along your lips. You watched in delight as Jayce became frazzled, cheeks burning a deep red as his lips parted, struggling to say anything. 

“Uh, well–” he stuttered, swallowing a lump down his throat. A much different demeanour than the cocky attitude he had back at the bar.

“I’m kidding,” you laughed, patting his chest a few times, “goodnight, dork,” you hummed fondly, turning to take an unbalanced step toward your apartment.

You hardly moved away when you felt your body being tugged back, turning around just in time to feel Jayce’s lips press against yours. Your eyes widened, shocked that he’d actually done it, your stomach exploding into a mix of butterflies and fireworks.

He pulled away, but you chased, closing the distance once more as your hands lifted to the back of his head, brushing through the short strands of his hair. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling your body close as your lips moved together in an electric kiss.

One that had been avoided for so long, desperate and sweet. Needy.

“Shit,” Jayce whispered through an anxious chuckle when you both pulled back for air, foreheads pressed together and noses bumping. Your breath mingled, the smell of alcohol tickling your nose. You stayed there for a few beats, quietly holding each other and watching the way his eyes dilated as he stared into yours.

“Took you long enough,” you teased, out of breath.

“Shut up,” he whispered, crashing his lips to yours.

[thydungeongal]

#interesting post but I’m thinking about how game mechanics often reveal themselves through play#thinking about the mothership review by knightattheopera (I think) where he said he thought he’d really enjoy it#but in play the mechanics just didn’t produce the experience he expected#is your critique of a games text valuable if it doesn’t match the experience the game produces in play?

This is absolutely true, and I should have been more specific: any critical reading of an RPG in isolation can only do so much without actually taking the game out for a spin and seeing whether it actually does what it's supposed to. But that I feel is an important contrast to what I described the focus on "game as experience:" the game as experience, focused on the table's game, isn't necessarily representative of the game as a text, especially when it's based on taking the game text as vague suggestions and ignoring it when the game text is inconvenient, and because you did all that smoothing by yourself coming to the conclusion that the game is fun.

It's sort of like how one person might come to the conclusion that a film is flawed because they are basing their analysis on how well it utilizes the language of film, its writing, directing, editing, and so on, while another person watching that same film with their friends and having snacks and making jokes about the film might come away with the conclusion "it was fun." (These two approaches are not entirely at odds with one another: the way I play RPGs with my friends if we run into a mechanic that doesn't seem to produce the intended experience, because sometimes designers have a bad day, and we point and laugh and then proceed to go along with it, still making sure to remember that the fun we had was in spite of that mechanic)

I think part of the disconnect between people who like to read RPGs critically and those who don't is that the former approach RPGs primarily through the text and the latter through their experience. The former group isn't interested in critiquing your group's session of Swumbles Big Jumble: The Motion Picture: The Role-playing Game, but the rules and the text of the game. To them bringing up all the ways your group fixed the rules of the game on the fly and how you had a good time even though you ended up ignoring half the rules doesn't sound like a convincing argument for the game being good, because it is an experience with the game ultimately divorced from the text. It's not a showcase of the game, it's at best a showcase of your game.

And to the latter group pointing out that the rules of the game, when played straight, actually produce a different kind of experience sounds like an attack, because they are more concerned with their experience with the game, and pointing out that disconnect sounds like it delegitimizes their game.

Anyway I'm in the former category: I have no interest in judging your personal experience with the game because I wasn't there and also that sounds like. Trying to review a video game based on watching the Game Grumps play it. In which case my review of most of the games would be "Arin Hanson is bad at video games."

[mattybbernard]

Casual (Matt Sturniolo)

Pairing: Fwb!Matt x Fem!Reader

Summery: Based on “Casual” by Chappell Roan

Warnings: smut (MDNI), p in v, fingering, oral (f!receiving), squirting, public sex, car sex, swearing and strong language, filthy dirty talk, breeding kink, afab reader, no use of Y/N, use of random names (feel free to change it idrc), maybe more?

A/N: Erm, hey y’all, this is my first fic ever as well as my first time writing smut so please be kind. I’m also terrible at grammar and spelling and I wrote this in one sitting. I also did not proofread this so….have fun?

My friends call me a loser, 'cause I'm still hanging around. I've heard so many rumours, that I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch. I thought you thought of me better, someone you couldn't lose. You said, "We're not together", so now when we kiss, I have anger issues.

Three hours. Matt had texted you three hours ago and of course you replied right away, but he’s yet to read it.

Girls night at Payton’s house was supposed to be fun, a way to kick off summer by relaxing and drinking and gossiping. All of your friends who had gone off the college or university had come back to Boston for the summer, and you had taken the weekend off from your shitty waitressing job to spend time with them; but of course your focus was pulled away from your friends, and by Matt of all people. When your and Matt’s relationship went from a simple platonic friendship to something messier you had immediately told Peyton, to which she said that you’re way to beautiful and intelligent to be in a situationship of all things, especially at your age.

You looked down at your phone,

Read,

Peyton sat down beside you with a drink in her hands. “What’s going on with you?” She asked.

“Nothing.” You huffed and flopped back against the couch like a child.

“Don’t tell me you’re still talking to Matt.” Payton scolded.

“It’s not like I want to! He won’t go away!” Peyton gave you an unimpressed and unconvinced look. “Okay, so maybe I am. So what?”

“Babe, how many times have I told you, he’s a loser who refuses to see the gorgeous girl right in front of him. Drop him.” Peyton sighed.

“It’s not that easy-”

“Not to be bitchy or anything, but the more you cling onto this mess, the more of a loser you become.” Peyton cut you off before standing up to let her words sink in.

You said, "Baby, no attachment", but we're knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out, is it casual now?

“Jesus! Fuck!” You cried out as the hand that isn’t in Matt’s hair flies back to grasp at the headrest in his car.

“That feel good baby?” Matt mumbles again your exposed heat, before wrapping his lips around your swollen clit again.

A mess of jumbled syllables tumbles from your mouth along with a string of whimpers and moans. Matt’s hands keep a firm grip on the inside of your thighs, pushing them open for him as he sits on his heels on the dirty floor of the passenger’s side, as you stay sitting and spread out for him on the leather seat.

“Ugh, fuck you taste so good.” He groans as he likes a hard flat stripe from your hole to your puffy nub. His tongue instantly enters you at a rapid and aggressive pace. “C’mon baby, I know you’re close.”

“Mhm. Fuck.” You mumble from above him.

“I know baby, I know.” He coos as he switches from tongue fucking you to his fingers, the cold rings on his hands sending goosebumps up your ass and back. “Gonna cum for me?”

All you could do was nod your head, eyes closed and mouth clamped shut in ecstasy.

“Do it, c’mon, fucking cum all over me.” He egg’s you on.

The second he feels you stiffen and your legs begin to shake and tremble, he rips his fingers from your entrance. A stream of clear liquid gushes out of you and onto Matt’s face. The moans you let out at the sight of him opening his mouth to catch your release are borderline pornographic. His right hand comes up to your mound and he quickly brushes his fingers over you, causing the liquid to splatter across his face and the interior of his car.

“Fuck.” He grumbles and slurps up the puddle of liquid that remains on your pussy. “Atta girl.” He chuckles before placing a firm slap to your red and sensitive centre.

“Ah, fuck. Jesus Christ, Matt.” You scolded him as you sit up.

“You wanna come in?” He ignores your glare.

“Aren’t your parents and brothers home?”

“Yeah, so? They know we’re friends.” Matt shrugs as if he didn’t just finger fuck your brains out and then call you his friend.

It's hard being casual when my favorite bralette is in your dresser.

You sat against Matts headboard, his childhood sheets clutched in your hands to cover your naked body. It was early, about seven am, but you couldn’t be here when his family got up, you knew the rules.

You reached down to grab your underwear and sweat pants off Matts floor and began to slip them on as quietly as possible so you didn’t wake him up. You stood up and grabbed your shirt off the floor and bringing it up to cover your bare chest as you searched for your favourite bralette. You couldn’t find it at your apartment and the only other logical place it could be is in Matts room. As you tiptoed around his room to try and find it you landed on his dresser, quickly running over to it you pulled the top drawer out and began digging, and low and behold your baby blue bralette sat crumpled at the bottom of his sock drawer. Throwing the bra on, followed by your t-shirt and shoes, you stumbled out his room and left his house.

He said we were friends. You thought. But he kept my favourite bralette?

I know what you tell your friends. Baby, get me off again.

You’re pathetic. Why on earth would anyone with the littlest shred of self respect spend their day off texting a guy who clearly has no interest in her besides getting in her pants? Apparently you would.

All day you had been sending texts to Matt, and every time he left you on read.

“Haven’t spoken to u in a while.”

“U good?”

“Did you want to go see a movie later? I heard that new Deadpool Vs. Wolverine movie is supposed to be good.”

“Matt?”

“Matthew?”

Not a single reply until now. Desperate to see him you texted him the one thing you knew he couldn’t pass up.

“Miss u. U free tn?”

Not even a second later his reply came in.

“Be here in 10.”

I fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner. Your parents at the table, you wonder why I'm bitter.

You looked at yourself in the dirty restaurant bathroom mirror, leaning on your hands that rested on the sink. With a deep sigh you reached into your purse to pull out your lipgloss, but right as you finished reapplying the product the bathroom door swung open. Assuming it was just another girl who needed to pee, you didn’t look at who entered. That is until you saw Matt appear in the mirror behind you.

“What the-” you began but was interrupted by Matt kissing you deeply, his arms wrapping around your waist so he could grip your ass.

“Matt.” You gasped between kisses. “This-” his mouth trailed from your lips to your jaw. “This is the ladies room.” You whimpered as he began to suck at your neck. “You can’t…you can’t be in here. Someone will-”

“It’s a good thing I locked the door then.” He smirked before lifting you of the ground and placing you on the sink.

He kissed you again and slipped a cold hand under your black t-shirt as the other ones tried to go up your red maxi skirt .

“Why’s your skirt so god damn long?” Matt huffed in frustration.

“I don’t know. Maybe because I don’t wanna have my ass hanging out in front of your parents.” You sassed.

Matt rolled his eyes as he continued to try and yank your skirt up.

“You’re not seriously gonna fuck me in gin a public bathroom.”

“God, do you ever stop complaining?” He groaned

“Whatever.” You mumbled and lifted you hips to help him pull your skirt up all the way. Matt unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and boxers down his legs enough for his dick to spring free. He shifted your underwear to the side and slid in.

“Fucked you a hundred times and you’re still so tight.” He hissed out.

“Feels so good Matt.” You moan as your body curled forward until your forehead met his shoulder.

“I know baby.” He cooed as he began to snap his hips into yours faster. “Gotta be quick, don’t want people to get suspicious do we?” He panted into your ear.

You shook your head and whimpered, your release quickly approaching.

“Ugh, fuck. That’s it, holy shit.” Matt babbled to himself, one hand on your shoulder and the other on the sink, his head flung back in pleasure. “Gonna fucking cum in your perfect pussy.”

Your legs wrapped around his hips, locking him in place as you began to tremble.

“That’s it baby, let it all out.” He grumbled as he pushed you over the edge. Matt’s hips began to stutter as his thrusts became uneven and erratic until he stilled, dick buried to the hilt as he filled you up with his release.

You both sat there catching your breath for a minute, Matt’s dick still wedged in your warm walls. Matt suddenly pulled his now soft dick out of you and grabbed some paper towels to wipe both yours and his cum off of himself. He threw the paper towel out and picked up his boxers and pants, he fastened his belt before turning back to you, still perched on the sink with his thick white release beginning to ooze out of you. Matt walked over, fixed your panties, pulled your skirt back down, and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Thats my girl.” He smiled before leaving the restroom to return to the table where his family awaited both of your returns.

“Casual my ass.” You scoffed.

[loudclan-clangen]

Loudclan - Moon 31:

As summer fades to a close and the weather shifts colder by the day, Juneaucliff finds himself wishing that his nest wasn't so empty, and seeks advice from his friends on ways to woo a certain red-furred she-cat.

While the older toms aren't very helpful, Kingfur and Cavedew are more than willing to provide their assistance! (red substance is berry juice, not blood)

With a brief thanks for their assistance, Juneaucliff hurries back to camp, now overflowing with confidence and ready to make his move.

Rosehiptree is still just as uninterested as ever... At least when it comes to Juneaucliff.

Songpaw always seems to have herbs stuck in his fur. Juneaucliff watches jealously from across the camp.

Axeldawn takes pity on the poor, embarrassed Juneaucliff, and decides to lend him a paw. Juneaucliff decides to wear the forget-me-nots permanently, so that Kingfur and Peakpatch won't get the satisfaction of seeing him admit to being fooled.

A fierce tom named Fairbanks joins the clan. Back in camp, Weed and Cavedew have some bonding time.

Cavedew, Weed, Juneaucliff, and Axeldawn are all poisoned after ingesting baneberries. Weed catches the symptoms early enough to prevent any immediate deaths, but the affected cats are still at risk.

[I had FAR too much fun doing the lighting and backgrounds for these! Rosehip cleaning Song might also be my new favorite panel I've drawn, they're so cute! If you are a Peakpatch or Jaggedtail fan please say thank you to the discord for bullying me into including them. This moon was not supposed to be as big as it is since the poisoning event truly happened next moon in-game, but it was just too perfect with the herbs getting messed up to not move it to this moon. Baneberries are real and they look very much like wild cranberries at a quick glance. (they also, fun fact, grow in my back yard). Also how are we feeling about the text size? I noticed it was a bit hard to read without clicking so I made it a couple sizes bigger, does it make a difference for yall? Anyway, it's 4am and I'm so tired, so I'm gonna drop this and head for bed. Hope yall enjoy!]

[ridikkulusemily]

and when i'm back in hawkins i feel it

It was a totally normal day when Steve found out. It wasn’t supposed to happen, at least not this way.

Steve and Robin stopped off at a seemingly new coffee shop in their hometown of Hawkins, Indiana, when they came back from college for spring break.

“Mornin’ my darlin’s, what can i do for y’all today?” A faint appalachian accent said from behind the counter.

“Hey Skye,” Robin say, smiling.

“Oh hey, Rob, you didn’t tell me y’all were coming home,” Skye said, smiling at her girlfriend.

“Wanted to surprise you,”

“well colour me surprised, my dear, what can i get y’all?”

“iced caramel latte for me, with a bakewell tart and for Steven here, an iced americano with a chocolate chip cookie,” Robin tells her.

“that’s all perfect my dear,” Steve moves to pay, “Oh, don’ worry about that darlin’, don’t tell Eddie but its on the house, okay?”

Steve backs up shocked slightly, “Oh, well thank you, Skye.”

“it’s no problem,” Skye chuckles, “I’ll be right over with your order,”

The two go to sit at a table by the window, as the bell rang to signal the door opening, and a young child comes flying across the shop, running into Robin’s arms.

“Auntie Robbie!” The girl cries.

“Hey baby, how are you doing? Where’s pappy?” Robin asks the girl, who turns and points at an older man talking to Skye at the counter.

Steve follows their gazes and sees one of the only people he did not particularly want to see, Wayne Munson.

“Who is this?” Steve asks his sister.

“She’s my niece, Jamie Munson,” Robin explained.

“Is she Scottie’s?” Steve asked, as Skye brought her uncle and the drinks over.

“Auntie Skye!” the girl, Jamie, exclaimed.

“Oh hey there, darlin’, how you doin’? Havin’ fun with Pappy today?” Skye asks her niece.

“Yea! We had ice cream and went to the cinema! We came to see you and daddy!”

“Well that sounds like fun, your daddy’s in the back doing stock at the moment, I’ll see if I can get him to come out, yeah?”

“Yes! I want to see daddy,”

“Now I’ll see what I can do, but you just stay here with Pappy and Auntie Robbie, okay?” Skye tells her, kissing her on the forehead and waving goodbye to the others as she goes to the back.

“Steve,” Wayne’s gruff voice sounds from above.

“Hi Sir,” Steve replies as the man sits down besides Robin.

“Now, what have I said about callin’ me Sir? I do not care what happened between you and my boy, you call me Wayne, you got it?”

Steve smiles, having missed the old man, “How about Old Man?”

“Don’t push it,” Wayne says smiling.

“Who made you a granddad, Wayne?” Steve asks him.

“Well, I’m surprised you haven’t worked it out,” Wayne says, but notices Steve’s reaction, “or you have and you don’t want it to be true,”

“I think I have, how old is she?”

“Three next month,”

Steve’s face says it all, “i-I can’t do this,” He gets up and leaves, visibly panicking.

“Is he okay?’ Jamie asks quietly.

“He will be darling, he will be,” Robin mutters, hearing the BMW drive off.

Skye watches the whole situation, turning and walking into the back to get Eddie. Shortly after, the two walk over to the table.

“Daddy!”

“Hey darlin’, how are ya?”

“Good, daddy!”

“What happened over here?” Eddie asks his uncle and sister in law.

“Steve found out,” Robin says.

Eddie’s eyes widened, “You told him?!”

“Calm down, nobody told ‘im, he worked it out, and he left,” Wayne explained to his nephew.

“Did he go where I think he did?”

“Most likely, you know its where he goes whenever he panics,”

“Okay, I’ll be back soon, stay with Pappy and Robin, baby,” Eddie says before he runs off, to his van.

Eddie drives as fast as he can to Skull Rock, finding Steve’s car, not far from it. Eddie parked up, and jumped out of the van, running towards the rock. Steve was curled up under it, rocking very slightly back and forth.

Eddie kneels beside him, laying a hand lightly on his shoulder, “Steve?”

Steve jolts up out of shock, and looks up with teary eyes to find Eddie.

“Is she mine?” Steve asks shakily.

“I-I…” Eddie stutters.

“Is she mine?” Steve nearly shouts, starting to get angry.

Eddie nods, “She is,”

“Why? Why did you not tell me? And Robin kept it from me? Do the kids know?” Steve asks.

“I asked her to not tell you, for the same reason I didn’t tell you, and she fought me, but eventually she agreed not to tell you. And the kids know, again, they didn’t want to keep it from you but i made them. I didn’t tell you because well I didn’t know I was pregnant when we broke up, I didn’t find out until after you had gone, and I knew you would drop out of college to come home, and I did not want you to do that, I didn’t- I didn’t want you to ruin your life for me, and  I know you’ll say you wouldn’t have been ruining your life, but I know you would have felt it eventually, it was your dream to go to college…”

“It was my dream to have kids and have a family, I wanted a family with you, that was my dream. College always would have been second to that. I would be successful if i had kids and did nothing else with my life. You don’t get to make decisions like that for me, nobody gets to make decisions like that for me. Does she even know who I am?”

“She does, just not that you’re her father, I was gonna wait until she was old enough to understand. I was never going to make you out to be a deadbeat because that couldn’t be further from the truth,”

“You don’t get it, you still did. You still made me seem like a deadbeat, by not telling me. it makes it seem like I do not want to be in her life, when that is all I want. That is all I’ll ever want, and you don’t seem to understand that,” Steve was now stood, face to face with Eddie and pointing at him.

Eddie reaches out and pulls Steve in tight, not letting go for anything, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I don’t expect you to understand, but now that you do know, I’m not gonna keep her from you, you can hate me all you want, but you will always be allowed in Jamie’s life, okay? I promise,”

Steve just cries, as he had been since Eddie began hugging him. The two continued standing there until Steve had eventually stopped crying and caught his breath.

“You should have told me, but I-I, I understand why you didn’t, however that doesn’t mean i’m not mad at you for it,”

“that’s fair, I mean, I need to get back to the cafe, but um if you want you can spend the rest of the day with Jamie? If you want?”

Steve nods agreeing, and follows behind Eddie, as they make their way back to the coffee shop.

“Steve? You doing okay now, man?” Robin asks.

Steve smiles eyes still red, “Yea, I’m good,”

“Hey darlin’, this is Steve, you know the man in all those photos around our house? Yea this is him, he said he’ll look after you for the rest of the day, until i come home, okay?”

Jamie smiles, “Yes!”

“I gotta go, but I’ll see y’all later? bye bye” Eddie says blowing kisses to his daughter, and turning back to finish the stock.

Steve sat down and finished his cake that was surprisingly left over, and then took Jamie out to the mall, while Robin and Wayne went home to the trailer.

The two had fun running around the mall, and Steve bought her some clothes and some toys, until she noticed the record store.

“Steve, Steve! Can we go there?” She asks, pointing over excitedly, “I want to get something for daddy!”

Steve smiles down at her, “Yes we can, come on,”

Steve takes her into the store and she finds the new album from Eddie’s favourite band, that he doesn’t have yet, and Steve bought that, plus a couple of other albums that he knew Eddie would never have copies of but he knows he liked them.

Jamie starts yawning as they leave the store.

“You tired?” Steve smiles as Jamie shakes her head no, “I think you are little miss, let’s take you home to Pappy’s okay?”

Steve takes Jamie home, and finds Robin on the couch watching their favourite tv show and Wayne in the kitchen cooking dinner.

“Hey y’all, Eddie and Sky won’t be home for another hour or so,”

“that’s fine Wayne, little Jamie here was getting tired so i thought I’d bring her home,”

“totally fine, Steve, join Robin on the couch, dinner is not long now,”

Steve did as told, and joined his sister on the couch, Jamie climbing onto his lap and cuddling up to him.

Eddie and Skye came home an hour later to find the three of them asleep on the couch, cuddled up together. Skye went over and shook Robin gently as Eddie went to do the same to Steve and Jamie.

“Hey guys, wake up,” Eddie whispers, as Steve opens his eyes slowly.

“Hey, what time is it?”

“5:30, we just got back,” Eddie tells him, “you wanna come back to mine, with Jamie?”

Steve nods, getting up with Jamie and taking her to the van. Steve put her into her car seat and went to grab the bags he had left in the back of the BMW. He put them into the back of the van and climbed into the car himself, leaving the BMW at the trailer as Robin had the spare key and can drive it.

Eddie drove them back to his house quietly. Steve left the bags in the kitchen for them to sort out in the morning while Eddie took Jamie upstairs and put her to bed.

The two men sat on the couch watching a movie that they used to love watching together all the time. They were sat close together, neither giving in to their impulses.

That didn’t last them long. About 30 minutes into the movie, Eddie gave in and straddled Steve’s lap kissing him. Steve kisses him back with the same vigour and runs his hands under Eddie’s shirt.

Eddie breaks away to pull his shirt and then Steve’s off, leaning in again to continue kissing. they continue this way for a few minutes, Steve going for the buckle on Eddie’s belt, whose hands go down automatically to stop him.

“not tonight, we need to talk properly before we do that,”

Steve nods, agreeing with him, and lays down on the couch, pulling Eddie down with him. Eddie buried his head into Steve’s bare chest and Steve buried his nose into Eddie’s hair. They fell asleep like this.

the next morning began with Jamie running down the stairs and jumping on the two on the couch, waking them up abruptly.

“Mornin’ baby,” Eddie says to his daughter.

“Mornin’ daddy!”

“Morning Jamie,” Steve muttered.

Eddie shuffled his way into the kitchen to begin making breakfast, Jamie following behind and hopping up into a chair at the table. Steve comes in shortly after, as Eddie is cooking, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s waist from behind.

“What are we having?”

“Bacon, eggs, and there’s some toast as well,” Eddie says, leaning backwards slightly into Steve’s chest.

Steve leans his chin on Eddie’s shoulder, “What’s the plan for today?”

“I’m not working today, and neither is Skye, so I’m thinking i’ll see if Skye will take Jamie for the day and we can talk? Does that sound okay?”

Steve nods against Eddie’s shoulder, “Sounds good,”

“Anyway, go keep Jamie occupied while i finish cooking,”

Steve pulls away from Eddie and begins chatting and playing around with Jamie.

Eddie smiles as he hears them and can’t stop smiling all throughout breakfast.

——

Once breakfast is over, Steve offers to wash up, which Eddie accepts the offer, as he goes to call his sister.

“Skye?” Eddie asks, as the call connects.

“Hmm?” Skye mutters back, tired.”

“Would you and Robin be able to take Jamie for the day?”

“Yeah, course, why?”

“Want to spend time with Steve, talk to him and stuff,” Eddie tells his sister, as he hears moving around in the background and then Robin’s voice down the phone.

“What’s Ed want?” He hears Robin whisper.

“He wants us to take Jamie so he can spend time with Steve and talk to him, he says,” Skye replies.

“Sure, ‘talk’,” Robin laughs.

“I can hear you, you know?” Eddie tells them.

The girls just laugh in reply, “We will take her, I know you both need to talk, just bring her over in an hour or so” Skye reassures him.

“Okay, see you in a bit,” Eddie hangs up and turns to Steve and Jamie, “Hey baby, you’re going over to see Auntie Robin and Auntie Skye today, okay?”

Jamie’s eyes lit up in excitement, “Yeah! Yeah!”

“Let’s take you upstairs and get you dressed, huh?”

Jamie nods and runs up the stairs, as Eddie turns to Steve, “You didn’t bring any clothes here with you did you? Left them in your car right?”

Steve nods, “Yeah, I didn’t think it through last night,”

“It’s fine, I’ll get her dressed and grab something for you as well after i get dressed, okay? I think I may even have some of your old clothes here still,” Eddie says, walking up the stairs to dress his daughter.

Eddie comes back down the stairs not long later, with Jamie, both in clean clothes and Eddie holding a pile of clothes that he drops next to Steve on the couch.

“I’ll be back in twenty minutes, get changed and we’ll talk when i get back okay?”

——

Steve stood the moment he heard the van pull up and opened the door as Eddie got out.

Eddie seemingly speedwalked into the house, pushing Steve backwards gently and closing the door behind him. Eddie walked forwards as Steve walked backwards, falling onto the couch and Eddie straddled Steve’s thighs and kisses him, deep and wanting.

Steve wraps his arms around Eddie’s waist, attempting to pull Eddie impossibly closer.

“Eddie,” Steve mutters.

That seemed to make Eddie come to his senses and he pulls away, “Steve, we can’t, we need to talk,”

“I-I know, I just, I missed this, I missed you,”

Eddie climbs off of Steve and flops on the couch next to him, “I missed you too, but we need to talk through everything before we do anything, no matter how much we both want to,”

“Eddie… I’m not mad at you, not now anyway, I was at first, but uh, I know you meant well. it’s like I uh I know why you broke up with me in the first place and I understand it now. I guess I just didn’t want to admit that you were right. I think if we did stay together, I wouldn’t like love you any less but I can’t guarantee that I wouldn’t like feel tied down or like resent you or even quit college. I don’t think I’m wording it right but I think you know what I mean,”

Eddie nods, “I know what you mean, I don’t ever want you to think that I broke up with you because I didn’t love you, it was honestly one of the hardest things I did. And i’ll be honest, I regret it, I’ve regretted it since I found out I was pregnant with Jamie, y’know I had to stop taking my hormones for the whole of the pregnancy and the year after too? I hated it, but it was worth it. It was worth it because it gave me Jamie, and I took that from you. And I’m sorry,”

“Eddie… no, don’t apologise. You were right to do it, you thought it was what was best for you and our daughter, and I mean, I’m here now, if you’ll have me, I want to be in her life, as long as you’ll let me,” Steve tells him.

Eddie shakes his head in disbelief, “ You know I don’t know what I expected from this but this was not it. I still love you, you probably worked that out, and i want you to be in Jamie’s life, and I want you to be in mine, if you’ll have me?”

Steve turns to Eddie taking Eddie’s face in his hands, “Of course I will, and I’ll do it properly, I’ll take you on a date, spend time with you and Jamie and everything. I will do it properly and treat you the way you deserve to be treated, okay? I just, uh,” Steve chuckled, “I don’t know how we’re, um, gonna explain this to Jamie,”

Eddie smiles at Steve, “She’s a lot smarter than we think, I think if we just tell her outright then she’ll probably understand,”

“I mean I’m not surprised, you may have failed senior year three times but you were a lot smarter than people gave you credit for, just not academically,” Steve tells the other man, chuckling slightly.

Eddie smiles looking down at the couch and picking at it slightly. Steve notices straight away and pulls Eddie’s hands up and away from the couch.

“You never could break that habit, could you, Eds?”

He looks up at the man sat in front of him, “Guess not, and I missed that,”

“Missed what?”

“You calling me Eds,” Eddie whispered.

“Everyone calls you that though?”

“It’s different when you do it,” Eddie mutters.

Steve smiled, “Yeah? What about my darlin’?”

Eddie mutters incoherently.

“Honey?’

Eddie whined.

“My baby?”

Eddie snapped and pulled Steve in again, Kissing him senseless and pushing him backwards into the couch again.

“I knew that would work,” Steve smiles, as Eddie pulled away to breathe.

Eddie pulled back even further, leaning down into Steve’s chest, laughing.

“I forget how well you know me,” Eddie says, still laughing.

“I mean, we were together for a long time, basically inseparable,” Steve chuckles.

“I didn’t realise how much i missed this, I don’t think I can go back to before, so I think you’re stuck with me Stevie,”

“That’s not the worst situation I’ve been in,” Steve laughs.

“Don’t I know it,” Eddie replies.

Steve sits up, Eddie still on him, “Get up we’re going out,”

“Where?”

“You’ll see,” Steve smiles, taking the keys to the van and leading Eddie outside.

——

Steve drove them to the diner on the outskirts of Hawkins, the one place they knew they could be together without having anyone harass them, and their favourite place to go to.

“You remembered?”

“‘Course I did, we used to love this place,”

“Still do, I bring Jamie here pretty frequently,”

“Still get the same every time?”

“Yea I do, chocolate milkshake and…”

“Waffles and loaded fries,” Steve interrupts.

Eddie laughs in disbelief, “Yes exactly that. How do you remember that?”

“Told you, I missed you,” Steve muttered.

The two of them spent the rest of the day there, laughing and chatting, until Robin, Skye and Jamie come scrambling in and pushing their way into the booth.

“Hi Daddy!”

“Hey, baby, what are you girls doing here?”

“We came to get food, and Jamie saw you through the window,” Skye informs her brother.

“So, anything happen between you two?” Robin teases.

Steve blushes and Eddie pulls his hair in front of his face. Robin and Skye’s eyes grow wide.

“Something did happen! Spill!” Skye exclaims.

Jamie was now climbing across Eddie to sit in Steve’s lap as Steve begins talking, “Well, uh, we talked and, well, we were kind of on a date before you all turned up,” Steve laughs, holding Jamie, who was now playing with his hand.

Eddie turns to watch the scene, smiling, heart warm.

Robin turns to her girlfriend excitedly, “See! I told you!”

Skye smiles back at her, lovingly, “Yes and I never said you were lying,”

“Still, I was right,”

——

They spent the next couple of hours there, exactly like a family. Until Jamie began yawning.

Steve carried Jamie out into the van, as Robin and Skye walked over to Steve’s BMW. Eddie followed the girls and grabbed Steve’s luggage out of the trunk.

“May as well take this, looks like Steve’ll be staying at mine. Can you let Wayne know I want to see him?”

“Sure, want to tell Scottie too?” Skye asked.

“Yeah sure, send them both over when you can,” Eddie chuckles, pulling his sister and her girlfriend into a hug.

“Night Eds,”

“Night,”

The two turn away from each other towards their respective cars. Eddie put Steve’s stuff in the trunk and climbed into the drivers seat.

“Home?” Steve asks.

“I like that, home,” Eddie smiles, starting up the van.

——

Eddie pulled up outside of the house and Steve picked up Jamie out of her car seat, taking her up to her room, while Eddie grabs Steve’s luggage.

“Eddie?” He hears as he drops Steve’s things in the living room, “Jamie wants you,”

“Give me a second, I’m coming!” Eddie says as he makes his way up the stairs.

“Daddy, I want you and Stevie to tuck me in!” Jamie says as her dad’s head pops around the door frame.

“Baby, you don’t need both of us,” Eddie chuckles walking over and helping Steve tuck her in, “Go to bed, goodnight,”

“Goodnight Jamie,”

“Night, night Daddy, Stevie!” Jamie says, closing her eyes.

The two men leave quietly, making their way downstairs, both smiling the whole way.

“I think I liked that a lot more than I should,” Eddie says to Steve, “Would it be weird to say that I think the only thing that would make it better is if she called you dad too?” He asks, hugging Steve from behind.

“I don’t think it’s weird, I mean it wouldn’t be wrong would it?” Steve says.

“I guess not,”

“Does today mean we’re officially together again? We never actually said,”

“Is that something you want?”

Steve turns in Eddie’s arms, “Are you crazy, of course I do,”

Eddie laughs as Steve scoffs at him and playfully slaps him on the shoulder.

“Yes, we can be officially together again, and we can explain stuff to Jamie tomorrow, yeah?”

Steve groans and faceplants into Eddie’s shoulder , “I forgot that was something we would have to do,”

Eddie chuckles, “Yeah we’re gonna have to explain, but she’ll probably understand, she is smart,”

“She is your kid,”

“She’s yours too, you may not have been here but she is a lot like you,”

“Even if she wasn’t, I’d love her all the same,”

“You love her?”

Steve smiles, “Yes, and I love you too, never stopped,”

It was Eddie’s turn to bury his face, this time into Steve’s chest, trying to hide his blush.

“Come on let’s go up to my room, don’t think my back can take another night on the couch,” Eddie says, once he regained his composure.

“I’ll meet you up there, just gonna grab my stuff,”

Eddie smiles at him, nodding as he turns back to the stairs and runs up them to his room.

Steve brings his stuff up and into the room, to find Eddie already in pyjamas, an old pair of Steve’s basketball shorts and an oversized band shirt.

“How many of those shorts do you have still?” Steve laughs.

“Like every pair I think?” Eddie says, and laughs at Steve’s shocked face, “What? They’re comfy!”

Steve rolls his eyes, “You said the same thing when you took them from me, four years ago!”

“And? They’re still comfy and they fit, maybe a bit snug, so i’m still wearing them,”

“A bit? Eddie, I think they’re more than a bit snug,” Steve laughs, “Not that I’m complaining,”

“‘Course you’re not complaining, now go get changed, I’m tired,” Eddie laughs, pushing Steve back towards his bags.

“Okay! Okay! Get in bed and I’ll be there in a second,” Steve tells him.

He hears Eddie walking while he gets changed, and turns to find him already tucked up in bed on his side, away from Steve.

Steve finishes getting changed and climbs in behind Eddie, leaning over him, “You haven’t fallen asleep already have you?” Steve whispers in his ear.

Eddie’s nose scrunches as he smiles, and he turns over to face Steve, “No but i’m close to it,”

“Alright then, come here,” Steve laid down beside him and held his arm out for Eddie, who shifted over and cuddled up close, laying on his chest.

Steve runs his hand through Eddie’s curls, waiting for Eddie’s breathing to slow indicating that he had fallen asleep. Steve followed shortly after.

——

Eddie wakes up to an empty bed and clattering around downstairs. He makes his way down slowly, not completely sure what he’s going to find.

He’s not surprised that he woke up alone as Steve had always been an early riser, he mostly wants to know why there’s so much noise.

“Daddy!”

“Huh-“ Steve turns towards the kitchen doorframe, pan in hand.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asks, seeing his daughter in an apron and his boyfriend with a pan of bacon in hand, still in his pyjamas.

“Making breakfast, was supposed to be done before you woke up,” Steve said.

Eddie walks over to him as he puts the pan down and pulls his face in for a kiss, “You never cease to amaze me,”

“Sit down, we’ll be done in a minute,”

Eddie did as he was told and a moment later food was laid across the table for the three of them to eat, bacon, eggs, toast, waffles and pancakes.

“You didn’t have to do this,”

“I wanted to,” Steve says, sitting down beside Eddie and planting a kiss on the side of his head.

“Are you two together? Like Auntie Robin and Auntie Skye?” Jamie pipes up.

Eddie turns to her, “Is that okay?”

The young girl nods.

“There’s something else we need to tell you, baby,” Eddie says softly, as she’s chomping on a pancake, “You know that I told you, you have another daddy? And that he loves you so much, he just didn’t know it?”

“Yea, why?” Jamie mutters, mouth full.

“Well that other daddy is Steve, and I never told him about you, which is why he ran off at the diner, he was upset at me for not telling him,” Eddie explains.

“Wait, Steve’s my dad?”

Steve nods, “Yeah, I am darling, and if it’s okay with you, I’d like to be around from now on,”

“Okay,” Jamie says, “but aren’t you at college with Auntie Robin?”

Steve laughs, “I am, I have a couple more months there but I will be around, I will call, I will come and visit, and I will be back in the summer, for good, okay?”

“Okay,” Jamie says, as she goes back to eating.

Eddie just laughs. He’s happy and feels like his family is complete for the first time in a long time.

[daisymbin]

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"what the fuck was that?"

his voice slices through the quiet like a whip. you turn to face him, your stomach twisting at the way he’s leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed but his jaw clenched like he’s barely holding himself together. "what?" you asked. the weight of his words hits you like a brick, he's never spoken to you like this before. "where is this coming from?"

"earlier tonight," he says, pushing off the doorframe and taking a step closer. "you laughed at everything he said. you couldn’t stop smiling at him."

"who?" you ask, genuinely confused.

"vernon," he spits out, like the name tastes bitter on his tongue. "that guy from your office. the one you invited to sit with us. you didn’t even introduce me as anything, just soonyoung. no title, nothing."

you stare at him, wide-eyed, his passive aggressiveness catching you completely off guard. soonyoung continues to glare at you, his hands clenched at his sides.

"what the hell am i supposed to introduce you as?" you spat, crossing your arms defensively. "the guy i fuck occasionally?"

"you could’ve said anything else," soonyoung shot back, his voice low and sharp. "but instead, you acted like i was nobody."

"you have no right to be upset about that," you said, shaking your head. "and you have no right to be jealous. we're just fucking! nothing more."

his laugh was bitter, humorless. "then why do you look at me like that? every time before we-," he stops himself, "& we kiss... why do you look at me like... like you love me? do you not? was that a lie? do you even love me?"

his words hit like a punch to the gut, leaving you breathless. what is he trying to do? is he trying to taunt you? shame you? make fun of you?

"so what if i do?" you snapped, your voice shaking with anger and humiliation. "are you happy now? getting me to admit that?"

soonyoung froze, the silence between you stretching unbearably long. the vulnerability you’d just exposed sat heavy in the air, suffocating you. he hadn't expected to get it out of you so easily.

his lack of response was enough to make you turn away, tears threatening to sting your eyes. "forget it," you muttered, moving toward the door. "this was a mistake."

but then his hand wrapped around your wrist, firm but not harsh. his touch stopped you in your tracks, his voice breaking the tension.

"you didn’t ask me how i feel," he said softly, his tone holding a hint of desperation.

your breath hitched, and you turned back to face him, your eyes searching his. you let out a whispered sigh, your voice trembling. "do you love me?"

he stepped closer, his gaze piercing, his lips parted like he couldn’t find the right words. "you have no idea how much i want you right now," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, almost breaking.

your pulse raced as he leaned in, his forehead resting lightly against yours. "not like that, soonie,"

his voice dropped even lower. "i don’t want anyone else. it’s always been you. in whichever way, whatever way. you're the only one i want."

the raw intensity in his voice sends a shiver down your spine. but it’s not just his words—it’s the way he’s looking at you, like you’re the only thing he’s ever wanted, like losing you would shatter him.

you pull away slightly, your brow furrowing. "soonyoung, this isn’t just about wanting," you say softly, your hand reaching out to graze his. "it’s about how we feel."

he looks at you for a long moment, his jaw tightening. "but do you get it?" he asks, his voice low but laced with frustration. "you're not just some... hookup for me. i don’t just want you in the middle of the night when it’s convenient. i want all of you,"

"just tell me you’ll stay," he whispered, his breath brushing your lips. "because if you walk out that door, i’m going to follow you anyway."

you take a step back, the weight of his words sinking in. the intensity in his eyes is like nothing you’ve ever seen before—he’s vulnerable, but also... determined.

you stare up at him, your chest tight. "so you love me?"

he nods, his thumb tracing along your jaw. "yeah. i love you. and it scares the hell out of me."

"but what about... everything we’ve said before? what about keeping it casual?"

"fuck keeping it casual," he mutters, pulling you closer. "i don’t want to just be ‘casual’ with you anymore. i want all of you, every part of you. and i want you to want the same."

his lips brush against yours in a soft kiss, and you finally give in, closing the space between you and pressing yourself against him. the heat between you both intensifies, but it’s different now—more than just a physical need. it’s a promise.

when you pull back, breathless, you look up at him. "i want you, too."

"good," he whispers, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. "because you're not going anywhere."

the tension is still there, but it’s different now—familiar, comforting. and the next time he kisses you, it’s not just about desire.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hi, what do you think about the names Harry gave his children? James, Albus and Lily.Do you think Harry could really give such names to his children?

Hello! 👋

I may be in the minority but I like that he named his kids after James and Lily (Albus is the only one I take issue with).

Like, I feel that regardless of who Harry ends up with, he would want to name his kids after his parents. I know a lot of people don't like it, but it really fits in with the world and the character. We see it's a thing in the WW to name children after relatives, and more often, dead relatives to commemorate them, so I think Harry is likely to do so too.

The main problem I have is the name Albus. Like, I don't mind Severus as a second name, I think it could even be funny, in a way. But I wrote about how Harry was never really Dumbledore's man. The entirety of book 7 is Harry learning how Dumbledore might've never cared about him. Even in their talk in the supposed limbo (which I believe is just in Harry's head), I don't feel like Harry forgives Dumbledore to that level, you know? Like I can't see Harry (or Ginny for that matter...) naming their kid Albus.

Like, if needed to pick the names for the epiluge I won't change much.

I would name James II, "James Harry Potter", because it seems to be a costum in the WW to give the first son his father’s name as a second name and the first daughter her mother's name as a second name (Assuming they don't have their parents name which is also common-ish).

For the same reason, if Ginny is the mother, I'd expect Lily Luna to be "Lily Generva Potter". Like, even if Ginny doesn't want to give her daughter the name "Generva" (which I can understand) calling her Lily Luna Potter implies Luna is her mom (which I don't mind as the only girl I'm willing to ship with Harry, is Luna).

Albus Severus would then be "Sirius Severus Potter" which, I think, both Sirius and Severus would kinda hate in the afterlife, which is fun.

Obviously, though, his kids' names would highly depend on who we're shipping him with, since, contrary to JKR, I think the other parent should have a say when it comes to names and maybe they shouldn't be just named after Harry's loved ones but also his partner's loved ones or names they like.

[kcdysb]

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎Kody inhaled sharply as his fingers dug into her side, knowing that there would be bruises left after his touch disappeared, lingering proof of whatever was happening. Or would there? Was any of this real? It had to be. Even her worst trips were never this bad but if it was real, that opened a door to a lot of questions that Kody didn't want to ask or have answered. A hand moved to rest on the back of his head, fingers gripping his hair as he continued to ravage her skin, wondering if they were past the moment of when she should have started yelling for someone. Clearly she needed help. Either he was planning on possibly killing her, or hurting her in some way, or she was hallucinating and, in either case, that wasn't great.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎"Moved on?" she repeated breathily, teeth dragging over her bottom lip while she tried to make sense of what was happening. "Baby, no one is you." For better or worse. There would never be anyone like Luke, full stop. "But don't be mad now, we were never together, right? We weren't meant to be a real thing." The words had been on repeat in her head ever since she'd gotten that first text from his mother. Gold digging whore. Even if that hadn't been true, the two of them certainly hadn't been an item. "You really can't blame me for having a little fun, you know how I am." Maybe better than most and apparently he was still figuring some things out. It was crazy how much the brain still seemed to work after death. Or, supposed death.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ As he finally leaned back, giving her just enough room to take a breath, Kody's grip on his hair tightened, pulling him even further away from her. She had no idea if it would hurt him or not, unsure if he could even feel anything but if he could...she hated knowing he probably would have liked it. "You left us, Luke. You brought us here and pulled your shit and left us." She had to believe that. Needed to believe that it was not her fault ( even if it was ). "And here's a secret, baby, since you like them so much. We couldn't have gone home, we couldn't have done anything. Not if your parents had anything to do with it."

luke's grip became constrictive , possessive . wandering fingers hooked around the notch of her waist , working to harshly bury their lustful tips into her side . " come back with you . . . ?? " luke mused . his laughter , slick with oil , rolling off of a forked tongue that came out to flicker against the protruding bone of her clavicle . " please , baby — you've moved on , haven't you ?? " venom tinged each word , punctured each syllable , oozed from canines that now scraped along jugular veins , with a half-minded temptation to sink into them .

" first ortesky , then me . . . now reeve ?? " he forced her back into his embrace , winding limbs around her like a boa , threatening to squeeze until eyes bulged & lungs crumpled in on themselves . " be honest , kody , have you & isla . . . " he drawled , vile laughter permeating the crisp air , drawing the lobe of her ear between his teeth , nipping too hard — too hungrily — at her flesh . almost like he wanted to consume it . swallow her whole .

" i always thought you to be pretty & harmless , kody , but . . . that isn't true , is it ?? " luke's nose traced the sharp edge of her jaw , deeply inhaling , a guttural groan of appreciation sounding — as. if the very darkness he knew to plague her mind , intrigued him far more than anything else about her ever had . " you're a wicked little thing . greedy . no better than the rest of them , "

only then did he lean back , pools of cerulean swarming with horrific malice . " i could have come home with you , but you left me here . you left me . "

[leifyposting]

Klee’s fortnightly sleepover at the Gunnhildr mansion, originally some scheme cooked up by Lisa to force Jean to bed on time at least once every two weeks, has devolved somewhat into an opportunity for all the people who love Klee to gather for dinner at Jean’s place and swap stories and gossip far too late into the night.

But now Klee is in bed and the dining room is quiet, and Albedo, who is the last one out, having had the honour of putting Klee to bed tonight, is stepping out into the crisp fall air.

He turns around and looks up at the figure of the Acting Grand Master silhouetted in the doorframe. She seems softer, like this, with the strong lines of her body blurred by the golden light of her foyer lamp.

“Thank you for coming, Albedo,” she says. “I had a lovely evening. I know Klee did too.”

“It was my pleasure,” he says, the polite human response coming instantly to his tongue. 

It is almost too easy, these days, blending in among the humans. He is a far cry from the awkward, socially inept homunculus he was only a few years ago, the one whose mannerisms marked him out as other even if not necessarily as inhuman. The vendors in the marketplace smile at him now when he passes — and, which is more, he finds himself smiling back.

And he forgets, day by day, little by little, who he really is. And he forgets that he does not belong here.

Which is perhaps why he says: “Master Jean, can I ask you a question?”

She shifts, her head tilting. “Of course.”

“How far would you go to protect Mondstadt?”

She blinks down at him, apparently thrown. “How do you mean?”

“I mean,” he clarifies, “if for some reason Mondstadt was in danger because of me. Or, to make it more tangible, if I had put Klee in danger somehow. Would you kill me?”

She makes a tiny, horrified noise. “Why are we talking about this hypothetical?”

“I’m a man of science,” he says, letting his voice tip halfway to joking. “Humour me.”

He watches the protests hover on her tongue before she swallows them down. “Walk me through the scenario again.”

“It’s quite simple,” he says. “The context doesn’t matter. All you need to know is that I have put Klee and the rest of Mondstadt in danger somehow, and the only way to save her is to kill me. Would you?”

Jean swallows, but he can see her answer in the set of her jaw even before she opens her mouth. “Yes,” she says. “I would.”

Albedo nods. This is the answer he was looking for. He is the anomaly, the transgression, the liability; she must be willing to kill him to save the people they both love. He shouldn’t feel as betrayed as he does.

“Still,” Jean says, before he can thank her and turn to leave, “there must be other options.”

“Pardon?”

“Either I kill you or I let Klee die. Why are those my only two choices?”

“I…” He trails off. “Just because.”

She shakes her head. “From a man of science, that’s not very scientific.”

He laughs a little incredulously. “I suppose I never saw any other way forward.”

“Well, the forced dilemma is part of the fun,” Jean allows graciously. “But real life is messier than that.”

“I think, in this hypothetical, there would be no other options.”

She makes a low, noncommittal noise. “I’m not saying you’re wrong. I’m just saying that maybe you aren’t seeing the whole picture.”

“How do you mean?” he asks, echoing her earlier words.

“I mean…” She pauses. “Eula is out in the field a lot, so she sees much more of the day-to-day workings of the Knights than I do. But as the Acting Grand Master, I have a bird’s-eye view of the organization as a whole. As a result, when faced with a quandary, she often offers solutions I would never have come up with on my own, and vice versa.” She makes a small motion with her hand, like she’s going to touch his shoulder, then drops it again. “That’s why we have people around us. So they can catch things we miss.”

“I see,” Albedo says. 

Jean’s blue-grey eyes, shadowed in the dim light, search his face. He fights the urge to look away from that piercing gaze. 

“I would hope,” she says finally, her voice low, “that if you believed you were a danger to yourself or others, you would come to me. I’m not saying I can always help. But the Knights look after our own, Captain.”

“I see,” Albedo says again. His chest is tight. “Thank you, Master Jean.”

She scrutinizes him for a moment more, then smiles a small smile. “I hope my answer was satisfactory?”

“Very much so.”

She looks relieved. “Oh, good. I was worried I wasn’t making much sense there.” 

“You made perfect sense,” he reassures her, strangely endeared by her earnestness. “But now it’s late, and you should get to bed. I’ll take my leave.”

“Very well. Have a good night, Albedo,” she says.

He turns away, and watches the sliver of golden light from the foyer fade into shadow as the door shuts. The chill autumn air threads around his ankles as he sets his feet towards home.

If he ever loses control, she will not be able to save him. He knows that already. 

Still, it is nice to know that she would try.

[jettboat]

Magnus Archives AU - The Laughter

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Ren: Statement of Martyn Littlewood, Grian Solidarity, Jimmy Solidarity, Mumbo Jumbo, and Impulse SV. Regarding a case of constant laughing over a phrase. Recorded by Ren Dog, head archivist of the Life Institute. Statement begins.

*Snickering can be heard in the background*

Ren: Alright, I have some water here for you guys... You look like you all need it... who wants to start?

Martyn: *Out of breath* I'm pretty sure if we drink anything we'll spit it out... We were at my house, just messing around, when I cracked a joke by pointing at Jimmy when he came out of the hallway and yelling "AHA"

*The four dissolve into a fit of laughter*

Ren: And now you all can't stop laughing?

Grian: Worse, if we don't say- the word, then it just-

*Grian made a muffled noise, like he was trying to trap the word in his mouth*

Grian: AHAlways finds a way in the sentence!

*The group made an attempt to hold in the laughter and have a chance to breathe, unfortunately, it didn't last long*

Mumbo: AHAnd we can't stop! Did we mention that? I don't even find it funny anymore!

*There was a soft thump*

Jimmy: *Muffled against the table* It's mAHAking my chest hurt.

*Soft giggles can be heard*

Ren: Do any of you know how this could happen? Did you see anything out of the ordinary? Hear maybe?

Impulse: I bought this recently AHAt a store. Looked neat. Martyn used it to look at Jimmy that first time.

*Through the giggles there was a sound of the chairs creaking as the group turned in their seats*

Martyn: Don't look at me! How was I supposed to know it was an AHArtifact of chaos- or whatever it is?

*More giggles*

Ren: Impulse? Can I see that spyglass? Thanks.

*A pause*

Ren: Martyn, you looked at Jimmy through this, right? Did you all start laughing then?

Martyn: It stAHArted with just Jimmy and I, then the others joined in after a few beats.

*Grian's laugh could be heard the loudest, though he made a loud sigh afterwards, like he was deflating*

Ren: Let me just...

*Shuffling can be heard*

Mumbo: WhAHAt are you-

*There was a shattering sound, louder than the laughter... then the laughter died down*

Ren: Shattering the lense seemed to do the trick! Definitely keeping this though, if you don't mind, Impulse.

Impulse: No no, keep it. Never wanna see it again... Hey, I didn't say the word!

Jimmy: Yay! We're free!

Martyn: Ohhh I'm gonna be ill...

Mumbo: I need a nap. A long nap.

Grian: Thanks, Ren.

Ren: No problem, dudes. But just to make sure you're all okay, I'm going to have you all stay the next few hours here.

Martyn: Is that water still up for grabs?

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Ren: Follow up to the last statement regarding the laughter.

They all seem to be doing fine, they all drank some water and relaxed until I was sure they got their giggles out of their system.

The spyglass has been locked away with a warning label. Hopefully, no one will pick it up for a while.

It is odd though... How can a spyglass suddenly make everyone laugh so hard they get sick?

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Random little spin off au cause it sounded really fun!

Everyone should go listen to Magnus Archives if they like a little horror, very fun listen!

[lacyscabinet]

ellie williams with blind reader

I JUST CANT FIND THIS ANYWHERE AND I THINK ELLIE WOULD BE A SOFTIE WITH THE READER😭😭

A/N: HELLO POOKIE!!! I love love love this request so much and I had so much fun writing it, thank you so much and I wish you a wonderful day!🤍🤍🤍 It was supposed to come out WEEKS ago but I got sick because I have the immune system of a Victorian child and I forgot to post this, I beg on my knees for forgiveness 😔✋🏼

give me feedback, gays 💜

NAVIGATION

okay so where should I start...

First of all can we say that being blind ESPECIALLY in an apocalyptic world is not EXACTLY ideal...

While Ellie may not fully grasp how you experience the world without sight, she knows what it's like to feel isolated and alienated

She’d make it her mission to keep you emotionally safe, always checking in with you, and gently coaxing you to talk when you’re feeling down or scared

BUT I'd like to think that Ellie wouldn't treat you like a little child just because of your condition, she knows you just need some extra help for some tasks

Ellie would totally read books out loud for you, because I don't think braille would be a thing in the apocalypse

She doesn't even mind doing it and she actually loves being able to help you with that

she might sit with you at the end of the day and read aloud from any scraps of books she can find out on patrol. If she doesn't have a book handy, she might make up stories on the spot, trying to paint vivid images in your mind

Sometimes if she doesn't have any ideas she'd just tell you about her adventures on patrol

...and it would be hilarious sometimes-

"Alright, so I was getting chased by this huge group of clickers, right? And they’re all like… trying to get me, but I’m just this...stealthy ninja, dodging left and right— Anyway, I had this crazy plan, and I kinda... tripped but, hey, that’s the story of how I almost died!"

I also believe she would be SO worried whenever she leaves for patrol because she knows you'd have to stay alone for a while.

Ellie would likely become hyper-aware of your other senses. Since you can’t see, she would focus on sounds, smells, and even tactile sensations to keep you informed of your surroundings

she might tap your shoulder lightly to guide you if you're about to bump into something

She would hold your hand to guide you when walking through a dangerous area or wrap her arm around your waist to steer you through crowded spaces in Jackson

Even though you’re blind, Ellie might still try to teach you about things that can be learned through other senses.

She could explain how to recognize different plants or what types of birds are nearby by their calls

Maybe she’ll even take it upon herself to teach you how to identify objects or places by their texture or sound, making you feel more connected to the world around you.

"This one’s a little tricky, but feel the texture of this rock—it's rough, right? Man, I love rocks..."

Ellie might get frustrated at times, but never at you, more at herself: she feels like she can’t do enough to make your life easier.

She might worry about how you experience the world, wanting to fix everything but realizing that some things are beyond her control

This would lead to moments where she becomes fiercely determined to find a way to help, trying to make things better in any way she can

"I just wish I could give you more, you know? I wish I could make you see the things I can see, just so you don’t feel like you’re missing out on things."

Overall she would be such a pookie because she's Ellie and she's a cutie patotie (and she also reduced the population of Seattle by 50%)

[rocksibblingsau]

The TBT got me thinking about the movie's writing again, so here's some thoughts. Clay being the only one to get an on-screen apologize doesn't make any sense narrative wise.

When you look exclusively at what's implicitly canon (so no 'he was at the tree that whole time' headcanons, even if they make some sense), Clay is the least in need of apologizing compared to the other three. Bruce is slightly more in need of apologizing than him because he was the second eldest and second to leave, but this point is not about him, it's about how it should have been either JD or Floyd (ideally it would be all of them apologizing actually, but again, not about that rn)

John Dory is practically the main force behind the movie's plot and emotional conflict, so we're talking about him first. John Dory in the movies, well, he kinda sucks a lot of ass. During the Brozone days, he was very bossy, overbearing, lowkey emotional/verbally abusive and the first to leave them all while being the oldest and implied to be their only caretaker outside of their elderly grandma. And even though some people give Clay and Bruce shit for how they behaved towards JD during the Rhonda fight scene, they were RIGHT, he was being bossy and a dick during that scene, and while all the bros were at fault about how they treated Branch during it, he was also the worst of them (like he was the only one who not only denied they would stay together after saving Floyd, but also actually made fun of Branch for even thinking so). And that is without mentioning how he got the the three of them trapped later in the film in the stupidest way possible.

This is NOT to say that he is some kinda of unredeemable abusive monster, no, even if its not said out loud in the movie, its left pretty implicit that he had his reasons for acting the way he did and that he was under a lot of stress himself running the band and caring for his 4 younger brothers while likely being a kid himself during the Brozone days. BUT, after all that, it feels so strange to have the time for one singular apologize apparently and to not give it to HIM of all people. He giving Branch the lead during the Family Harmony is the only thing he does that implies he changed his way after ALL of that, even Venner gets more redeemable qualities than that!

It just makes his storyline feel incomplete honestly, like the movie only bothers to drop slight hints that this man doesn't completely suck and then turns around and both doesn't build up further on those hints AND doesn't make him do anything to redeem himself with Branch and any of his other brothers.

And if for whatever reason it wasn't going to be John, why not Floyd??? I don't even care that much that we don't get a reason for why Floyd never went back, its kinda even implied that he never intended to come back and was just trying to comfort Branch by lying, but again, if you're going to set aside time for one-on-one apologizes after everything is set and done, why not use it for tying up one of the main story points set in the begging of the movie.

Is like they even forgot that they set up Floyd promising to come back and never doing so, because as far as I remember (could be wrong tho), after the introduction, Branch only refers to Floyd as "the only one who said goodbye". With for Branch's character makes sense really, but for the narrative feels plain unsatisfactory. It sets time aside to set up out loud that something was supposed to happen and it never did (crucially affecting the trajectory of the main character's life) and it just... never brought up again. No excuse, no Im sorry for that actually, no anything. Instead we get Clay, which in the movie, has no special relationship or plotline with Branch compared to the rest whatsoever, being the one that gets to have on-screen closure. Why?????

In conclusion, the movie could have an 100% better script and tighter emotional conclusion if they had just let the writers have two even ONE extra rewrites. But not, instead we get two plotlines that likely will never get resolved because got forbid this franchise actually has a proper continuity between films yippeeeeee

(Im truly sorry for this ramble, I just have too many thoughts and too little friends that even know what Trolls are, and by too little I do mean actual zero. Hope you enjoyed it at least, if not, Im sorry again)

I agree that Clay was the one Troll who had a good reason he never got to go back and visit or anything. It was definitely weird that he was the only one who apologized for never getting to see Branch grow up, but I think it says a lot about his character that he did.