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mrsstarkey1 Ā· 3 days ago
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getting rafe hooked on dress to impress
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you yawned loudly and abnoxiously as you walked into rafeā€™s bedroom. you kicked your shoes off, grabbing one of rafeā€™s t-shirts from his drawer, changing out of your uncomfortable clothes. ā€œdidnā€™t think you were coming back, itā€™s late as fuck.ā€ rafe said, looking at you oddly as he sat up on the bed against the headboard.
ā€œlongest fucking day of my life. need to unwind.ā€
rafe smirked, reaching his whole body over the bed to grab your forearm. "like the sound of that," he mumbles.
you let yourself move toward him, but you groan, ā€œnot like that.ā€ rafe momentarily pouts, but doesnā€™t let go of your arm. in fact, he pulls you closer onto the bed with him urging you to cuddle up into him.
he snakes his arm around you, soft fingers tracing circles into your side. "wanna talk about it?"
you yawn and shake your head, "nah, can we just watch a movie or something?"
rafe nods, grabbing the TV remote from the nightstand. "you don't wanna watch some chick-flick do you?" he asks, grimacing already.
you sigh dramatically, ā€œi guess not. fast and furious?ā€
rafe obligies, satisfied with your suggestion. you get comfortable on the bed, your head rested on rafe's shoulder and your phone rested on his chest as you scroll through tiktok.
about 20 minutes later, you see a video about the new halloween update on dress to impress and gasp before you can stop yourself. rafe jumps slightly, eyes wide. ā€œjesus christ, whatā€™s wrong?ā€
"sorry, nothing," you grin apologetically, "can I borrow your laptop though?"
he looks at you like you've lost your mind, but he still grabs his macbook from the nightstand, handing it over to you. you sit up excitedly, leaning up against the headboard.
you open the laptop and sign into your roblox account, side eyeing rafe as he gives you an odd look. "the fuck are you doing?"
"playing a game," you respond innocently.
he raises his eyebrows, "roblox? wheezie used to play that shit.. when she was 8," he says, judging you hardcore.
you glare at him, "you don't understand," you sigh. "just watch me play, it's genuinely fun."
he watches you click on dress to impress, making a disgusted face. "yeah I can't defend you on this one," he says and you shove his shoulder.
"well have you ever played dress to impress?" you ask him.
"obviously not," he says, his sassy side on full display.
"well don't judge then. just watch and i'll let you play a round when i'm done," you say with a smile, patting his cheek softly.
"hell nah," he says, directing his attention back to the movie.
you shake your head, giving up on getting him to play. you start a round, looking around at all the new pieces they added. the theme is holiday for your first round, so of course you do halloween.
you notice rafe's eyes on the computer screen as his curiosity clearly starts to creep back in despite himself. he watches as you piece together combination of a witch hat, spiderweb dress, and dark boots.
ā€œwhat even is this shit?ā€ he asks, trying to sound nonchalant but clearly intrigued.
you grin, not taking your eyes off the screen since you only have a minute left. ā€œyou compete with other people to make the best outfit based on a theme. you'd be pretty good at it, you've got great style," you say, trying to persuade him.
he gives you a look, shaking his head, "sounds dumb as fuck," he says, and you just laugh. he's silent for a moment before turning slightly to have a better view of the screen, "so what you just like... dress them up and shit?"
you nod, watching the time run out. "yes, then everyone votes on each outfit and the top 3 get on the podium. see," you point to the screen, "the voting's starting now."
an outfit that's completely off theme struts down the runway and you grimace, "see like that one's ugly as fuck so i give it a 1. oooh look, this ones mine," you say with a proud smile. "doesn't she look great?"
rafe shrugs, "i guess."
you ended up getting third place, losing to two terrible outfits. you curse under your breath, before turning to him. ā€œyou wanna try a round?ā€ you smile, looking up at him.
rafe scoffs, glancing back at the movie, but curiosity gets the better of him. ā€œalright, fine, hand it over.ā€ he takes the laptop.
"okay the theme is beach day," you tell him.
he hums in response, looking around at the clothes aimlessly. "rafe, you gotta pick something that actually matches,ā€ you say, stifling a laugh as he pairs a yellow bikini top with neon green shorts.
"shh, I have a vision," he says, dismissing your words. "wait why the fuck doesn't she have a face?"
"you gotta go to the makeup and hair room, over there," you point at the screen.
he scrolls through the makeup options, finally decided on one. "mhm, she bad ain't she?" you chuckle, knowing rafe is secretly loving this.
time runs out just as he adds the coconut drink, and you see him watching the screen eagerly, waiting for the voting to end. one girl dressed in long pants and a jacket walks out and he looks over at you, disgusted, "this bitch didn't even look at the theme." all you can do is laugh and nod your head in agreement.
when rafe places second, he smirks, looking way too pleased with himself. "ha," he says, "i did better than you."
you roll your eyes. "yeah you're done playing," you say, snatching the laptop back.
the next night, you texted rafe that you were gonna come over after your morning shift and you didn't get a response, which was odd. you let yourself into his house with the key he'd given you. "rafe?" you called out, walking into the living room. "you here?" no response.
you furrowed your eyebrows, walking up the stairs. maybe he was just in his room, you thought, taking a nap or something. you creak open his bedroom door, met with the scene of him sitting on his bed, looking intently at his laptop.
his eyes shoot up to look at you and he slams his laptop closed, guilty look in his eye. you raise your eyebrows, "what were you doing?" you question him, walking toward the bed.
he rubs the back of his neck with his hand, shaking his head. "nothin.'"
your eyes narrow, "were you watching porn?" you joke, sitting down next to him.
he sighs, "worse.." he trails off. he mentally debates for a minute, before pulling his laptop back into his lap, opening it slowly to reveal dress to impress on full display.
your hand shoots to cover your mouth, laugh escaping your lips anyway. all he does is glare at you, "this is your fucking fault."
you lean into him with a laugh, "I know I know, sorry. don't be embarrassed, rafe." you press a kiss to his lips.
as you kiss him, you canā€™t help but laugh again, glancing at his screen. "okay wait that's actually a cute outfit. you're getting good," you nudge him, "fashionista," you add quietly with a chuckle.
he looks at you straight-faced, "I'm only playing this dumbass game because you dragged me into it. i was just bored so,ā€ he gestures to the screen.
ā€œsure, rafe, whatever you say,ā€ you tease, cuddling up beside him. "feel free to keep playing, don't stop at my expense."
he scoffs, but gives in and restarts the game.
you wrap your arm around his middle and watch as he puts together outfit after outfit, the grin rarely leaving your face.
you just love your little fashionista.
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baphometsss Ā· 2 days ago
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I don't wanna sit here and act like I'm a professional or anything, because I'm not, but as someone who has had to do a lot of work to overcome trauma and reconfigure my brain more or less from the ground up, there's a lot I have to say about Solas's mental state
We know that Solas was essentially used and abused by Mythal for millennia. Even if he wasn't under a geas, he was twisted from his purpose by being made to fight, and then created the Wolf's Fang which was used to make the Titans tranquil and started the Blights. He made those choices himself, but it's important to understand that no choice is ever made in a vacuum. She took advantage of his vulnerability when he was given a body after however long as a spirit semi-existing peacefully in the Fade, and moulded him into a weapon.
He is broken, because Mythal broke him. I'm not incapable of seeing why she did what she did because like I said, no one makes choices in a vacuum and I could write about her for a long time too (in a similar way to how I have had to do myself in my own life in understanding why others abused me). He was so traumatised by everything that happened and he was trauma bonded to Mythal pretty much from the minute he gained a body. Trauma bonds are not about love. He definitely interpreted it that way, as most people do, but that's the weapon abusers use to keep the victim under their control. Abuse abuse abuse show a scrap of love and then abuse some more. If I just take it, I'll get the love/attention I need. I will earn it, because love is suffering, and I have to suffer to earn getting my basic needs met from my family/friends. Mythal, as his creator, was the one who he would've attached to in a similar way to spirit Cole/human Cole.
Trauma bonds are pathological. Mythal made him believe that if he did as she asked, and kept supporting her, then eventually he would gain her favour and they would be able to free all the elves, and he'd be able to live according to his true nature, which is one where he doesn't have to fight. (Remember his personal quest in DAI? He actually kills the rebel mages for corrupting his friend--another Wisdom spirit--into Pride.) In reality, she was just using him. She always kept the bone just out of reach for her lapdog. The line from Rook where they say (paraphrasing here) 'you know, I was actually excited about getting your approval... That's how you do it, isn't it? Keeping giving little scraps of approval to keep someone loyal, and then you turn around and betray them' is so telling too.
Where--or from whom--do you think he learned to do this?
It literally reeks of a pathological trauma bond and honestly, with how isolated, 'grim and fatalistic' Solas is, it is not a surprise that he's so broken.
Solas, essentially, is little more than a lap-dog to Mythal. He followed her like a lost puppy, because especially in his early days, that's kind of what he was. You have to remember that most of the insight we get about Mythal is from Solas's perspective, and he is not a reliable person when it comes to her after so long being repeatedly terrorised and twisted and manipulated. There are several instances where he describes being betrayed by her, and mentions some of the things she did, but he never quite holds her fully accountable and ends up directing his rage elsewhere. (The parallel between Mythal/Solas and the rebel mages/Wisdom is important here.)
This awesome post by @mythalism only reinforces this. He is so messed up in that scene, he is broken, he is holding the Wolf's Fang up, trying to give it to her because it symbolises the burden he has carried for thousands of years trying to avenge her death. He never wanted the Fang, like he never wanted a body. Mythal just stands over him, fully aware of what she did to him, and only getting him to stop because Rook petitioned her successfully, and the reunion with the more benevolent Mythal within Morrigan tempered her anger. She was a goddess, with the unequal power dynamic, right to the end.
As a side note, on the potential romance element between Mythal and Solas, I read an excellent breakdown of it on Reddit a while ago about how out of character it would've been for Solas to keep something like that from a romanced Lavellan, especially in Trespasser when he comes clean about his plan/past. I can't find it now because it was pre-Veilguard release, but it made a lot of sense to me. Solas and Lavellan never have a love scene in DAI because Solas didn't want to 'lay with them under false pretences'. Lying about who you are when sleeping with someone is nonconsensual. You can't consent to sleeping with someone if you don't know their true identity, and someone who knowingly lies about who they are to get into your pants is a sexual predator. For someone who led a slave rebellion (no doubt many of them being sex slaves), and a former spirit of Wisdom, Solas would've been well aware of this. In the unsent letter from Solas to Lavellan he says he came so close to breaking and desperately wanted to stay with them as Solas, with the implication being that that is where he planned to sleep with them once he'd come clean. But because he stops, because he's still unable to forgive himself or release himself from his trauma bond with Mythal, he breaks away, and they never have sex.
Bottom line: Solas would've been honest about it. Especially that. As the Inquisitor says, he can't lie about his heart.
And it's why the Solas/Lavellan romance is so powerful because quote, 'you change everything'. Solas thought he knew what love was, that love was loyalty, devotion, worship, etc. It's not just his plans or worldview that Lavellan changes. Lavellan sees him for who he is, without the mantle of Dread Wolf, and because of that he's able to express his true nature to her, even if he's not being totally honest in Inquisition. Lavellan got much closer to the real him than most, as he says, and changed his understanding of love completely. Unfortunately, he has unfinished business, an unresolved trauma bond, and his crushing sense of duty to the past is what keeps him from taking that final step towards letting go of it entirely. Trick also says Solas doesn't think he deserves love, which tbh is kind of a hallmark trait of people who have survived abuse.
And honestly? Call me a simp but I think he really was trying to get the Inquisitor to stop him. He saw himself being unable to let go because he was so broken and burdened by his guilt, and knew he couldn't save himself--was too proud to admit that he couldn't, because how pathetic does it make him look? And how could he stop now without rendering all the damage he'd wrought pointless? Yet here was someone who had changed him right down to his core, who understood him in a way few people ever had, whom he trusted, whom he loved in a way he hadn't loved anyone else before. It took him 'centuries' to build up rapport with the members of his rebellion. The man doesn't not know how to form attachments without trauma, and suddenly he forms a strong one with someone who loves him completely and without condition. It's a jarring change.
Lavellan says that maybe they're being prideful themselves, refusing to see their own folly. But I think in admitting that they might be wrong, that it might be wishful thinking borne from misguided love to a truly terrible person, they've rendered the point moot. It shows self-awareness, which isn't folly.
If anyone can make Solas understand true love, it's Lavellan. Lavellan loved him when he was being his true self. Lavellan loved him after his betrayal was revealed. Lavellan loved him when his guilty conscience and terrible actions almost destroyed the world. Lavellan loved him because they knew the real him, and knew that his heart and spirit were broken, and knew that their love would endure, that their love would heal him.
And that's exactly where they end up. Healing the past, soothing the Blight, and loving one another completely.
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silentgravesdontexist Ā· 13 hours ago
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9. What are your favorite pair of shoes?
ā€¢ Combat boots! Though they broke and I no longer have them but those kinds of shoes are my absolute favorite. I wanted them since I was like 12 but my parents won't let me buy a pair bc they said I'd look weird. They expected me to give up but I never did. Got my first pair when I was 16 and I still love combat boots to this day!
21. What keeps you going during the day?
ā€¢ The idea of plopping down on my bed afterward. I'm partially kidding lol. Mnhhhh, it would probably my desire to want a comfortable life for myself? I'm innately lazy and laid back but I find it's easier to live comfortably if I work hard for a bit then get to relax afterwards.
ā€¢ Ohhhh, ironicallyā€” I actually also made a promise to myself that I'd become an elder sister that my 'lil sis can be proud of (we aren't blood related but I love her like she's my own blood). In my defense, this happened before I knew abt Ace. So, yeah ehe
24. What's your favorite piece of jewelry you own?
ā€¢ I do admit that I don't really wear a lot of jewelry. But I do have one singular thing that I wear every single day. It's a simple chain necklace with a rose quartz as a pendant. It has a lot of sentimental value to me. That's why I only ever take it off when I'm taking a bath.
ā€¢ (Small note but I actually have other necklaces that I received as a gift. Obviously, I wanna wear them too...so that ends in an akward match-up with the necklace that I already have bc I refuse to take it off no matter what but I also wanna wear the gifted necklace to show my appreciation)
25. Favorite niche topic?
ā€¢ Anything related to psychology. My best friend went into the topic of the human consciousness (which was a topic for a report I had at the time as well) and it ended with me yapping for over an hour long abt it. I dunno, I've just always love psychology since I was a kid and love learning anything abt the subject (except psychological statisticsā€” that one's a nightmare pls)
You know me too well. Even when I'm in the middle of a now becoming obsession with Hoshinaā€” that man is still lingering in my mind every now and then. The hold he has on me is too strong, I fearšŸ˜­šŸ«¶
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cherrygirlfriend Ā· 7 hours ago
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the cons of long nails pairing: reader x stepbro!rafe synopsis: rafe's stepsister has acrylics on and can't touch herself so he helps her warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving) MDNI! wc: 700it's the second day of my birthday week celebration! was this inspired by me doing my own acrylics and being unable to do anything with them? mayhaps. real ones know the struggle (Ė¶Ėƒā¤™Ė‚Ė¶) below are the kind of nails i picture her to have!! sheā€™s a lilac princess į”£š­© ā€¢ļ½”źŖ†ą§Ž Ėšā‹…
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your freshly manicured nails were digging into the skin of his shoulders; loud whines escaping your lips as rafe's were slowly making their way down your body; leaving a trail of warmth every time his lips made contact with your bare skin, small gasps escaping you whenever he nipped at your skin.
"quit whining..." rafe groaned into the skin of your abdomen, before he lifted his head slightly, the blonde's half-lidded eyes looked up at you, his pupils blown out, a small grin creeping up his lips, "or i'm gonna stop right now."
"you won't." you said with pursed lips, no confidence in your voice, causing him to grip your thighs tightly, his eyes narrowing as a wicked grin overtook his lips.
"are you sure you wanna test that?" your stepbrother grabbed one of your wrists, looking at your nails, "just had to get your nails done so now you can't even please yourself, hm? had to come to beg your stepbrother to help you."
"i didn't beg..." you mumbled, your face feeling hot with embarrassment.
"oh, really?" rafe snorted, "rafeyy, please, i got my nails done but 'm really horny, can you help me?" he spoke, mocking your tone and the earlier words you used on him, causing you to try and turn your head to hide your face, only for him to roughly grab you by your chin, making you look at him. "don't turn away from me. you're gonna stop whining, aren't you?"
his tone left no room for argument, so you simply nodded, letting out a timid, "yes." as you leaned back on the bed, rafe letting go of your wrist, his lips continuing their descent to your aching pussy, the blonde's long fingers slipping under the waistband of your soaked panties.
the time it took him to slide your panties down your legs was almost tortuous, rafe no doubt making sure to go as slow as possible, wanting every part of you craving and aching for him.
he pushed apart your legs, a trail of wet kisses pressed on your inner thigh while you held your breath in anticipation for when you'd finally feel him where you needed to; your head starting to feel dizzier the longer he took.
but when his tongue flicked at your puffy clit, your breath escaped your throat, mixing in with a moan you'd been holding back. rafe chuckled, the sound causing vibrations to run through your body, shivers climbing down your spine.
without even giving you a moment of respite, his tongue gathered up some of the wetness from your entrance, bringing it to your clit as his lips attached themselves to the swollen bud.
you arched into his touch, gripping his hair as moans and whimpers left your lips, each flick of his tongue on your clit causing another flash of electricity to crawl up your spine as he sucked on it, drawing out sensations you hadn't experienced before that moment.
rafe was gripping your thighs so roughly you were sure it'd leave bruises in the shape of his hands. still, you couldn't bring yourself to care, not when your eyesight was blurry just from having his lips around your clit, not when the burning feeling in your abdomen was so strong even though he'd only been attacking your clit for minutes; not when you didn't even have any concept of time thanks to him.
you were trying to moan his name, but your brain was so muddled by the things he was making you feel, you weren't quite sure what you let out of your mouth, but rafe still knew the moment you came by the loud whine and the tightened grip on his shoulders, all the while you were clenching around nothing.
when your panting had turned into only slightly quickened breathing, rafe pulled back, straightening his body as his body covered your own, a self-satisfied smirk on his face at the blissed-out expression you were sporting; and before you could say anything, he brought his lips to yours, letting you taste yourself.
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archangeldyke-all Ā· 1 day ago
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hi Angel!! Hope you are doing well (I know you are with the Sevika content)
I was thinking of Sevika w a girlfriend who LOVES to bite her like just ā€œnomā€ any time they can (I suggest this because of the Caitlyn and Sevika moment yes)
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it's a good thing sevika likes being bit, because you just can't help yourself.
it's how you show affection, sometimes! or, even, if you're pissed you'll nip her to let her know. and fuck, how could you not wanna gnaw on her, when her muscles are so big and chew-able.
the only problem is, most of the time you end up turning sevika on, even if you don't really mean to.
she reaches across the table on your dinner date to wipe your mouth clean for you, and you'll nip her fingers in thanks; sevika ends up throwing a handful of coins on the table and dragging you out of the restaurant to get home.
she's being unreasonably bitchy to theiram after a bad day and you'll nip her earlobe to calm her down. it does more than calm her down though, and you guys end up making out at the bar.
if you ever need sevika to say yes to something, you just gotta give her a hickey. by the time you've sucked the bruise into her skin, sevika's putty in your hands, smiling drunkenly up at you andready to agree to anything you say.
"sevika, baby..." you coo, your thumb rubbing the hickey blossoming on her skin. "please come to the opera with me. when 're we ever gonna get the chance again? we can dress up nice, smoke a big joint on the way up, and pig out on all the nice appetizers and wine..."
"yeah, alright." sevika agrees happily, smiling up at you. "we're gonna find some dark corner to make out in though." she says. you grin and swoop down to kiss her again.
if you ever need her to relax, you pin her to the closest flat surface and start nibbling on her collarbones. she'll melt under your touch, and you'll start scratching at her scalp. when she finally lets out a gusty sigh, you can talk to her.
"what's goin' on, baby? you're all stressed."
"just... silco." she mumbles. you chuckle, nipping the tip of her nose. she smiles.
"dunno if you know this but... silco's not here." you tease her, gesturing out to you apartment. "he doesn't even have a key. you're safe here, baby." sevika rolls her eyes and bites your cheek, pulling you in for a hug.
and, best of all, if you need her desperate and begging for you all you have to do is really sink your teeth into her.
"'s cute how easy you are for me." sevika teases from above you.
you scowl and pout, and then smirk a bit when you remember your superpower. "c'mere." you demand, pulling sevika down.
when you sink your teeth into her shoulder, sevika collapses on top of you, her confidence and bravado evaporating with your teeth in her throat. she whimpers and whines, wiggling against you. "y-you're evil." she whines.
you giggle. "thought i was easy."
sevika just pouts, before shooting forward to kiss you again.
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sturnlsstuff Ā· 11 hours ago
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Yooo whenever you can, are you down to write something about a reader that constantly gives chris cuteness aggression? <3 thx in advance !!
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WHEN YOUR BOYFRIEND IS SO CUTE, YOU JUST CAN'T HELP YOURSELF.
[fluff, no warnings really] - this is like my first time writing fluff so i hope it's not that bad šŸ˜­
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you and chris were similar in many ways and clinginess was definitely one of them. there was no day when you two wouldn't touch each other. no matter if it was a full cuddling session, holding hands, his arms wrapped around your waist when you were cooking or just simply his hand on your thigh, while eating dinner with him and his brothers.
so he was never surprised when you'd randomly start showing him affection, but sometimes there were days when you were going crazy.
"kid, you serious?" chris asks, raising his eyebrows when you wrapped your arms and legs around his body like a koala. "i gotta go film a video, nick and matt are already waitin'ā€”"
"i don't want you to gooooo..." a little pout forms on your lips, but even if he really would love to stay here with you, he had things to do.
chris stands up from the bed causing you to hang onto his body, trying not to fall. he wasn't holding you, thinking it would make you let go of him, but it didn't.
"baby, please, matt will get all grumpy that 'm late and shit, and i really don't wanna listen to that."
"ugh, fine" you say, but before letting go of him, you kiss all over his pretty face, "i love youuuuu."
another day, chris would wear his bear beanie that you just loved so much. he knew it, but he wasn't aware of how much you really liked when he was wearing it.
you found yourself curled up in his lap, your arm wrapped around his shoulders, head resting against his chest while he traced patterns on your thigh with his finger. the both of you decided to watch spongebob in the living room, but you preferred starring at chris instead, your heart pounding in your chest.
"you should wear this more often," you mutter, smiling up at him once he locks eyes with you. you give him a quick kiss on the lips, then on the cheek.
"oh, really?" he raises his eyebrows, his lips curve into a smile, "are ya even watchin'?"
"sure, i am. watching you counts?"
chris can't help but chuckle, which causes your heartbeat speed up. the warm in your chest only he could make you feel. you wrap your arms around his waist tightly, almost as if you were afraid that once you let go he disappears. almost squeezing him, you kiss along his jaw.
"ow, fuck, can i at least breathe?" he laughs, getting slightly flustered at how clingy you were. obviously his slightly flushed cheeks don't go unnoticed by you.
"awwww, you're kinda blushin'," another kiss on the cheek, you play with the small, little bear ears on the top of his beanie, then eventually taking it off. noticing his messy hair, you can't help but run your hand through it and starts playing with them. you rest your cheek against his chest, looking up at him with a smile. "you're so cutie princess."
chris gives you a death stare, making you smile even more, "are you fuckin' serious right now?? 'm a big boy, not some princess 'n shit."
"my princessssss." you say on purpose, knowing it's driving him crazy. "i love you," at your response he just shakes his head in disbelief, you could feel a slow, rhythmic beat of his heart against your cheek, "a loooot."
whether he wanted it or not, your words and how you act in general, makes him really happy, warmth spreads inside his chest. chris gives you a kiss on the forehead, causing your cheeks to heat.
"i love my girl," you shove your face further into his chest, "so fuckin' much."
his words only causes you to kiss him like a thousand more times through the whole evening, your body wrapped around him, not letting go even for a second until the both of you fall asleep, cuddled up on the couch.
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tpwk-formula1 Ā· 2 days ago
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Hiii! Could I order a Sicilian crust pizza with alfredo sauce, broccoli, ricotta, buratta, shrimp and oregano with a Mountain Dew (dom reader and Dino, sub Paul), White Claw (Paul) and a slushie (Paul) with dessert served by Dino Beganovic and Paul Aron
My idea was Dino and reader are switches, it's Paul's first time being a sub and he's a bit nervous
Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu
TW - Crying, threesome, MxM, multiple orgasm, unprotected sex
WC 3100+
Sicillian crust dating Alfredo sweet sex broccoli "Made just for me huh?" ricotta "I love your voice but it's always my favorite when you're moaning my name" buratta "How many was that? three... I think you can give me another" shrimp "I'll be gentle" oregano "Please, let me cum in you" mountain dew dom/sub white claw crying slushie sir kink dessert yes served by Dino Beganovic and Paul Aron
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Y/N POV
"Armastus, can I speak to you for a second," I hear my blond boyfriend call out from another room in our shared apartment.
"How can I help you," I find Paul in our shared bedroom sitting on the bed with a perplexed look on his face.
"I want to try something but I'm worried Dino might not be into the idea," he says softly making me walk towards him and climbing into his lap and feeling his hands circle around my waist and pull me in closer something he tends to do when he gets anxious.
"Love, you know Dino is always open to new ideas, but what did you have in mind?" I ask softly while running my fingers up and down his covered chest.
"Well, you and Dino always get to be switches and I'm always dom and I love it don't get me wrong! I love seeing you guys submit to me but I wanna try being sub for once," Paul says softly making a smile spread across my face before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his lips.
"Oh! Dino is gonna be so excited! He's been rambling lately about wanting to dom you but too scared to ask because you've always loved having us submit to you," I admit softly making a small smile spread across his face before moving his hands from my hips to my face and pulling me down for a few quick kisses.
"We'll talk as a couple later but we should probably work on our communication a bit better," I laugh softly making Paul grow slightly red and nod his head.
It's been a few days since Paul and I had talked and Dino was finally home from Sweden which meant we could all sit down and talk finally.
"Dino, can you come to the entry room," I call out softly from the kitchen where I had grabbed a few waters for each of us. I find Paul already sitting on the couch looking rather nervous while I see Dino coming down the hall with a confused look.
"Paul wants to talk to you," I tell him softly when he reaches where I'm standing and placing a softly kiss on my lips.
"How can I help you," Dino says with a joking sing song while plopping down on the couch where he placing a kiss on the side of Paul's face still not picking up on the anxiety coursing through his body.
"KƤrlek, what's wrong," Dino finally asks picking up on Paul's nervous tendencies.
"I- um- please don't hate me but I want you and y/n to dom me tonight," Paul rushes out making me even struggling to know what he said but based on the happy look spreading across Dino's face I can tell he knows exactly what he said.
"Go to the bedroom, strip down and be waiting exactly how you have us wait for you," Dino tells him softly before placing a kiss on his lips and watching Paul disappear down the hall where our bedroom is.
"Who's idea? Did you talk to him while I was away?" Dino turns his attention onto me where I was sitting on the coffee table just across from the Swed.
"We talked but it was his idea," I tell him softly making him smile and nod his head.
"Are you gonna join him or me tonight?" Dino asks softly making me smile.
"You, I want all the attention on him," I answer softly making a smile spread across Dino's face before nodding and standing up.
"Strip down thought," Dino says making me laugh softly and strip down into just my matching bra and thong.
"You too than," I say while point to him being fully clothes. Dino strips down into just his briefs before we both make our way into the bedroom where we find Paul completely stripped down on his knees near the end of the bed. I instantly noticed how hard his is making me smirk slightly.
"Get in the middle of the bed and lay on your back," I tell him sternly while gesturing towards the bed and walking towards the closet where he kept all of our toys.
I grab out several different things, but I toss the rope to Dino where he instantly starts typing up Paul while giving him plenty of reassurances and soft kisses along his body only fueling his horniness.
"Paul, love do you have absolutely any limits, things that are a definate no?" I ask soft while walking towards him with a blindfold, cock ring, and vibrator in my hands making Paul's eyes grow slightly wide at the sight,
"No blindfold please, not this time at least," he says softly staring directly at the long silk ribbon making me nod and softly smile dropping it on the ground before I hold up the cock ring making Paul blush bright red but softly nod before eyeing the vibrator and nodding a soft yes at it as well.
I smile softly before nodding and placing them on the bed making my way back to Dino where he is observing his handy work. Paul was tied down in a star position making me smile at how vaulnerable he looked.
"Are you okay?" Dino asks softly seeing the pure anxiety flickering through Paul's eyes.
"I think so, just a bit nervous," Paul admits softly.
"We'll go slow, it's all about your pleasure tonight. You know the safe word. Use it if you need to and yellow out if you don't like something but don't want to stop overall," Dino answers softly before approaching the bed and climbing up between his spread legs and grabbing the cock ring laying next to Paul's body.
"Kurat" I hear Paul hiss when Dino gripped onto his cock and pump it softly.
I climb on the bed next to Paul's body and start trailing my nails along his torso watching his abs flex under my touch before making it to his nipples and giving them a quick pinch making his eyes roll into the back of his head while his back attempts to arch but Dino had tied him down too good.
"Oh kurat, sir please," Paul begs making me look down to see Dino oh so slowly rolling the cock ring down Paul's large angry cock.
"Breath, you look so pretty like this," I whisper against his lips making him whimper softly before I quiet him down by placing my lips on his.
I grab the vibrator next to us and turn it on the lowest setting before softly placing it on one of his nipples making him whimper as the vibrations shoot straight to his already aching and leaking cock.
"Kurat, Y/N," Paul whimpers when I start slowly bringing the vibrator down to where he needs it the most.
"I love your voice but it's always my favorite when you're moaning my name" I tell him while I place the vibrator right on the tip of his cock making him loudly moan out at the intense pleasure.
I watch as Dino starts to play with Paul's balls making me smirk when I see Paul start to shake from his impending orgasm.
"Please, please, I need to cum," Paul whines out making me smirk slightly at his desperation.
"I think you should make Dino cum first," I tell him while removing the vibrator from his cock and softly slapping Dino's hand away making him get up and pull his briefs off before climbing back onto the bed but this time near Paul's face where he turns his head as best he can and opens his mouth and starts sucking Dino's large cock.
"God, you're so good at this," Dino groans outs making me smirk while I lean down and pull Paul's cock into my mouth making Paul hiss around Dino's cock which resulted in Dino whimpering at the sudden vibration.
"Fuck, made just for me huh?" Dino smirks while pushing his cock all the way down Paul's throat making him gag slightly. I can hear Paul softly hum in confirmation sending the vibrations straight to Dino's cock making him shudder and fuck Paul's face a bit harder before pulling out and cumming all over Paul's face making him look like a proper sub for us.
"Please, I need to cum," Paul begs not ever caring about the cum leaking all over his face.
"Cum for us," Dino leans down and whispers in Paul's ear making me speed up the actions with my mouth making Paul whimper before his whole body tenses slightly before relaxing and unleashing a massive load of cum filling my mouth up. I swallow whatever he gives me before sitting up and crawling towards his cum covered face before leaning down and licking a large strip of cum off his cheek before hovering over his open mouth and letting the cum slide down my tongue and into his mouth where he closes his mouth and swallows with a groan.
"Look so pretty covered in his cum," I whisper against his ear before placing a few soft kisses on his lips.
"Please I need more," Paul begs making my eyes find Dino's to see him already at the foot of the bed with the vibrator ready to make Paul cum again.
"You better make Y/N cum twice before you even think about begging to cum," Dino tells Paul sternly making me clench my thighs together loving when the Swed gets like this. I quickly pull my thong off before climbing over Paul's face and centering my core with his mouth.
"Please, I need to taste you," Paul whines not quite being able to reach given I was still hovering over his mouth. I finally lower myself down onto his face while watching DIno flip the vibrator on full blast making my eyes go wide knowing just how hard he's about to make this for Paul.
"Fuck," I moan when Paul starts sucking on my clit. One thing about Paul was he was a munch and knew how to bring me over the edge with just his mouth in a matter of minutes but with Dino distracting him with the vibrator I knew Paul was gonna struggle with the task at hand.
"Dino! I'm gonna fucking cum if you keep doing that shit," Paul snaps getting frustrated, his dominant side coming out slightly. He's quickly shut up though when Dino slaps his inner thigh making Paul whimper at the sudden sting.
Paul instantly attached his mouth back onto my clit using his cool down to his advantage and bringing me over the edge through my first orgasm rather quickly.
"Fuck, Paul," I whine out when I feel my orgasm hit soaking Paul's face with my essence.
"Kurat, taste so good," Paul whimpers into my pussy sending slightly overstimulating vibrations through me.
"Don't you fucking move, you better cum in the next 3 minutes, our boy won't last long," Dino tells me sternly.
"Yes sir," I moan out when I feel Paul start licking at my sensitive clit again. I'm already shaking from overstimulation and with the added pleasure of Paul's tongue I know I won't last long this time either.
"No, too much," I hear Paul start to whimper letting me know how close he was getting.
"Shit, I'm gonna cum," Paul breaths out into my pussy making me grind down on his face a bit harder.
"Cum with me," I moan while falling over the edge and watching Dino stroking Paul's cock while keeping the vibrator pressed firmly against his tip.
I watch Paul fall over the edge with a loud shout before he's moans quickly turn into whimpering when Dino keeps the vibrator firmly pressed against his tip clearly wanting to throw him over the edge against.
I slowly climb off of Paul's face to find it soaked with my juices but I can tell some of it is from his tears he was freely letting fall due to the overstimulation he was feeling.
"Please! Sir, it's too much," Paul whimpers making both Dino and I look down at him with a smirk.
"I don't think I can cum again, please," Paul continues to beg making me look down at him with slight worry in my eyes.
"Paul, color?" I ask softly while pushing Dino's brutal hand away from the angry red cock.
Green! Fucking green," Paul shouts when he quickly feels the vibrator press down on his sensitive cock again.
"Please! So close," Paul whimpers making Dino remove the intense vibrator and quickly take all of Paul's length down his throat before pulling a third orgasm out of him.
"Fuck, fuck fuck," Paul chants in English cumming down Dino's throat. Dino and I could tell Paul was getting close to his limit but he could still go again.
"How many was that? three... I think you can give me another" Dino says while looking straight into Paul's eyes. Paul just nods his head still too blissed out to talk. I see him tug gently on the rope around his wrists before looking at them and them me, a silent plea to untie him.
"Please, armastus," Paul begs making me nod my head and slowly start untying his wrists while Dino worked on untying his ankles. Once he was completely untied he slowlyy starts moving his wrists around trying to losen his muscles before he softly reaches for me and pulls me into him where he starts placing kisses all over my face clearly still deep into subspace.
"I wanna ride him," I softly say looking right at Dino who nods his head and helps me climb into Paul's lap who hisses when my wet pussy slightly touches his overworked tip.
"I'll be gentle," I tell him softly while sitting up slightly and aligning his cock with my pussy before slowly sinking down onto his cock making him hiss and moan at the sensations.
I could feel Dino lining his cock up to my ass making me whimper slightly when I could feel his lube covered cock start pushing into me.
"Dino," I whine getting louder and louder the more he pushed into me.
"Knulla," Dino moans the more he pushed into me.
Once he has fully pushed his cock fulling into me I took a few deep breaths and allowed myself to adjust to their sizes before I slowly start moving my hips making all three of us moan out instanly.
"I can feel him moving," Paul cries out letting more tears streak down his face. I lean down kissing a few of his tears away before I feel DIno instantly start fucking my ass making both Paul and I scream out at the sudden overwhelming pleasure.
"Fuck, fuck fuck," I chant out struggling to catch my breath with how fast I can feel my orgasm approaching.
"Cum, both of you," Dino grits out making Paul start fucking his hips into mine bringing me over the edge with a shout.
"Oh my God," I cry out when I feel myself start squirting my orgasm all over Paul's tummy making him groan while gripping my hips tighter.
"Please let me cum in you," Paul begs making me nod my head in approval before he falls over the edge triggering Dino to thrust deep into my ass and unleash a massive load.
Once Dino had come down from his orgasm he slowly pulls out of my ass making me whimper at the feeling before he softly hushes me with a soft kiss before placing another one on Paul's lips.
I can hear Dino starting a bath which has me sitting up and slowly pulling Paul's cock out of me before getting up and heading into the bathroom on Shakey legs.
"What the hell! I was coming back to get you," Dino says with wide eyes as I sit on the toilet and start doing my business with a shrug of my shoulders.
"I dommed tonight too, it's my duty to help him out of subspace," I reply back softly.
"Ya and we also both just split you in half, it wouldn't kill you to be taken care of a little," Dino tells me with a smile on his face. I just laugh softly back before standing up and placing a soft kiss in his lips.
"I love you," I tell him softly while wrapping my arms around his waist.
"I love you too, but I gotta go get our man. Get in that tub and be ready to cuddle him," Dino tells me making me smile and climb into the extra warm bath water. When I sink down I wait for my boyfriends to return and when they do I can't help but let out a laugh.
"Dino! Fucking hell put me down!" Paul shouts with a laugh as the slightly taller boy carries him.
"See! I told you it only works when we carry her! I never want to be carried again!" Dino laughs back referring to all the times Paul had dommed Dino and instisted on carrying him which he complained about everytime.
"Fine! I won't to it again if you put me down," Paul laughs making Dino softly place him into the bathtub before I instantly crawl into his lap. I'm sort of curled into a ball sitting sideways so I can still look at Dino while I rest my head on Paul's shoulder.
"I love you," I whisper into his neck softly while I watch a wide smile spread across his face.
"I love you too," Paul says back with the same bright smile while pulling back slightly and placing a soft kiss on my lips making me smile.
"Will you want to try it again some time?" I ask softly playing with Dino's hand that I had reached for when he sat next to the tub.
"Fuck yes," Paul breaths a laugh making me smile and squeeze Dino's hand in excitement.
"I wanna watch you dom both Dino and I together soon," Paul says making me laugh and nod.
"It's one of my favorite fantasies," I say with a smirk.
"I also want for both of us to be subs together soon too," Paul tells me softly making me nod.
"I like that we get to be this versatile," Dino says with a laugh falling from his lips.
"Keeps it interesting. Just a couple feels boring now," I say with a laugh referring to a standard 2 person relationship.
Both of the boys laugh along with me before the room fell into a comfortable conversation while we all relaxed. Once the water had ran cold Dino helped both of us out of the bath and helped us into our room turning on a moving and taking a quick shower himself.
"He left us here with a movie on like a pair of Ipad kids," Paul says making both of us bust out laughing.
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theitgirlnetwork Ā· 2 days ago
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What Are You Willing To Do?
Ch. 2: Date 1 Pt. 1
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Note: Thank you so much for the love you all have been showing this story so far! Thank you for reading, and for the kinds messages I have received thus far! I love interacting and seeing your thoughts and comments so keep 'em coming. I want to take this time to remind you that these characters will be flawed. Rafe is....Rafe, but we love him anyway. And Milan is...someone who is compatible with Rafe. They won't always be the depiction of a healthy relationship, but this is fiction and fun. This chapter isn't too bad, but those who have read the snippet know how it's gonna get. Once again, I have songs for this ship so if anyone is interested in them let me know, and feel free to share some with me if you catch a vibe. Finally, let me know if you have any questions or comments. Other than that, I hope you enjoy. This one is a lot shorter than chapter 1, but it is a 2 parter, so don't hate me. Love ya! <3333
ā€œWait.ā€
Rafe pauses, loosening his grip on Milanā€™s hair and pulling back slightly, irritated that sheā€™d stopped him just as their lips brushed and she breathed the smoke heā€™d just poured into her mouth between them. ā€œWhat? Whatā€™s up?ā€
ā€œI donā€™t,ā€ She sighs, her cool breath on his face, eyes still shut as if sheā€™s forcing herself to pause this moment between them. ā€œI donā€™t just hook up with guys, you know? Maybe we couldā€¦I dunno.ā€
Oh. Oh. Rafe understands. Heā€™dā€¦heā€™d forgotten himself for a moment. This isnā€™t some touron stumbling onto the couch next to him, throwing herself at him. She wasnā€™t one of those gold digging bitches that tries to fuckĀ  him with faulty condoms in the bottom of her purse. Sheā€™s the kind of girl who has her own shit. She doesnā€™t need him for a come up. Or at least she doesnā€™t think she does.Ā 
He arrogantly thinks to himself that Milan hasnā€™t met a man like Rafe Cameron. Heā€™s spent most of his life preparing, becoming the type of man that can run his family, keep them safe and comfortable. The type of son fathers are proud to have and the type of man women want to give a baby. Thatā€™s the man who heā€™s made himself be.Ā 
Rafe had been so focused, only allotting himself time for a little bit of fun once in a while, heā€™d forgotten that one day he might stumble across a girl that had the potential to be a woman. His woman.Ā 
He nods slowly, a small smile forming on his face as he pulls back more, releasing her head completely and smoothing his hand back onto her knee. ā€œNah, I get it. We should get to know each other a little better. How ā€˜bout you spend the day with me tomorrow?ā€
Milan perches herself up at that, back straightening even more as her face lights up. ā€œReally? You wanna spend the day with me?ā€
Rafe rests his head back on the top of the couch, sweeping his thumb on her bottom lip before biting his own and nodding. ā€œYeah, I wanna show you a good time. Get you a little more comfortable with me so I can kiss those pretty lips of yours.ā€
Both sets.
ā€œOkay, wait, Iā€™m excited. Youā€™re gonna be my first friend here.ā€
ā€œFriend?ā€ Rafe scoffs. ā€œā€˜Mā€™not gonna be your friend, Princess.ā€
ā€œWell,ā€ Milan shrugs, ā€œLike, I donā€™t know what I could call you, youā€™re not my man-ā€
ā€œYet. Not your man yet.ā€ He and the woman next to him share twin smiles and Rafe only becomes more invigorated by Milanā€™s eyeroll and shy grin. ā€œRoll your eyes if you want to, Iā€™m a determined guy.ā€Ā 
ā€œDetermined?ā€
ā€œYeah, like I know what I like, I work for what I want, so-ā€
ā€œSo what?ā€ Milan giggles, ā€œYouā€¦you want me? I should get ready or something?ā€
ā€œYeah.ā€ Rafe says flippantly, as if he wasnā€™t essentially making a threat of courtship to a girl heā€™d just met like 12 hours before. He wasnā€™t quite sure what heā€™d fully wanted from her yet. But the need to have her was nagging at him. Maybe it was lust. She was hot, forbidden fruit for him. He could hear the curses Ward would spit at him now if he fucked around and ruined things with this girl, made an enemy of her dad. Maybe it was how sweet she seems. Heā€™s always liked shiny, new things. When he was a kid, he had to have stuff before his friends did. Toys. Shoes. Stocks. Maybe heā€™s graduated to feeling that way about women.Ā 
Something about how he doesnā€™t want to look away. Something about the way she was smiling at him, how heā€™s talked to her the most, how in a room full of guys drooling over her, those big pretty eyes were locked on him. Rafe felt like he had to look into this weird feeling sheā€™s been stirring in his chest since heā€™d seen her.Ā 
Itā€™s whatā€™s best for Milan anyway. None of the rest of these limp dick motherfuckers should have her. Theyā€™re not real men. Not like Rafe.
Milan hums as she removes the golden under eye patches from under her eyes, massaging in the serum they leave atop of her skin. Grimacing at a gust of damp wind from outside she pads against the marble floor of her bathroom and pushes the double doors leading to the patio attached closed. ā€œStupid, island humidity.ā€ She pouts as she combs through her bob again, praying for no puffiness today.
The sky fights to brighten in the early morning. Itā€™s 5:00 a.m. and Rafe Cameron was going to be picking her up in 30 minutes.Ā 
After the party last night Sarah had run over to her on the front lawn, hugging her tightly before declaring she was going home with John B. and offering for Milan to come with them. When she declines with a smile, the blonde fixes her brother with a glare, to which heā€™d returned with a middle finger, and stumbled off in her manā€™s arms.Ā 
Rafe drove Milan back to her house and parked them out front, eyes carefully rotating between staring at Milan sitting pretty in his passenger seat, and watching for a sign of her father at the door. He let her toy with his fingers as she fluttered her lashes at him and he described what he does throughout the day, Or, rather, what theyā€™d be doing today.
When heā€™d mentioned picking her up after the gym Milan had jumped at the opportunity to go with him. She loved going to the gym every morning before sheā€™d moved and she was happy to keep it going. And it wouldnā€™t hurt to see Rafe work out.Ā 
It was all she could think about. Itā€™s not just his height. Even though heā€™s soā€¦so tall. At least 6ā€™2. Rafe is big. Muscle. Strength. Yesterday heā€™d basically hoisted her full weight into his truck with one arm. The preppy boy polo that heā€™d thrown on for their families hadnā€™t hidden anything and his tight crew neck that he wore to the party basically outlined everything for her.Ā 
She quite literally wanted him to throw her around like a ragdoll. Or let her climb him like a tree. Whatever, Rafe is hot.Ā 
He has an intense vibe, seemingly takes himself very seriously. But, Milan figures she could relax him. Loosen him up a little bit.Ā 
They were gonna have so much fun. Smiling at her own reflection in the mirror, Milan spritzes vanilla Sol de Janeiro and all but fucking skips down the steps and to the kitchen.
ā€œGood morning, Miss Milan, youā€™re awake early. I just started prepping for breakfast, but I could make you a coffee while you wait.ā€ The private chef that her parents had hired a couple years ago had made the move with them. Theyā€™d paid for her to come with them to Outer Banks and offered to increase her salary becauseā€¦wellā€¦it wasnā€™t their nice home in Quebec that she was used to.Ā 
ā€œNo, thank you, Miss Ally.ā€ Milan reaches over, stealing a newly washed strawberry and biting into it. ā€œAnd my parents arenā€™t awake, right?ā€
ā€œOf course not. You know your mother wonā€™t roll out of bed until she smells the food cooking and your dad wonā€™t come until Iā€™ve had to warm it up twice. Why? Are you alright, honey?ā€
The younger woman nods, tossing the green stem into the trash and reaching for two travel cups. ā€œCan you keep a secret? I have, like, a date today.ā€Ā 
ā€œLike a date?ā€
ā€œYeah, with a guy. Heā€™s really cute, and sweet. So,ā€ Milan begins sifting matcha, smiling down at the cup and resting her cheek on her shoulder. ā€œā€˜Mā€™gonna hang out with him today.ā€
ā€œLess than 48 hours and thereā€™s a boy, huh? Atta girl.ā€ Miss Ally passes Milan the vanilla protein powder. ā€œYouā€™ve been worried about the move, thinking it was a bad idea, and here you are making friends.ā€
ā€œMhm, hot ones. With blue eyes and dimples.ā€
ā€œAnd where,ā€ Ally nudges Milan out of the way as she pours the hot water into the travel mug, ā€œam I supposed to tell your parents you are when youā€™re out with Mr. Blue Eyes and Dimples?ā€Ā 
ā€œTouring the island.ā€ She chirps.Ā 
ā€œWith who?ā€
ā€œJust likeā€¦generally. They should be cool with it honestly, I just know theyā€™re gonna make it weird, but like, heā€™s the son of Dadā€™s first friend here so he shouldnā€™t be mad. How come he gets a boyfriend and I donā€™t?ā€
ā€œOh, just say that to your parents, Iā€™m sure theyā€™ll go for it then.ā€ Ally snorts, whisking the eggs as Milan seals the travel mugs, laughing to herself as the girl slides both of the pink cups to the end of the counter next to her gym bag.
When Rafe pulls up outside of the Cabot house, he texts Milan before hopping out of his truck and jogging up the cobblestone. He agreed not to ring the doorbell because her parents were awake but heā€™d be damned if he didnā€™t pick her up at the door.Ā 
As he stands on at the doorstep he adjusts the hat he has rested on his head and rocks on his feet impatiently. He isnā€™t waiting long. The door swings open and heā€™s immediately hit with the sweet smell of vanilla and soon after is met with the walking wet dream carrying the scent.Ā 
ā€œGood morning!ā€ Milan grins, tossing her arms around his neck, bouncing up into his arms. Rafe isnā€™t fucking stupid, heā€™s quick to catch her around the waist and squeeze, relishing in the feeling of her pressed against him.Ā 
ā€œMorning, princess.ā€ he murmurs into her hair, squeezing her again for good measure before placing her back on her feet.Ā  ā€œYou, uh, you always go to the gym in shit like that?ā€
ā€œShit like what? Stop.ā€ she laughs as he snaps the elastic of her leggings.Ā 
ā€œYou just look good. Thatā€™s all Iā€™m sayinā€™.ā€ He chews the gum in his mouth and nudges her chin with his knuckle, mumbling, ā€œWatch your mouth.ā€
ā€œYeah? Thank you.ā€ she grins, looking away from him briefly. ā€œI madeā€¦I made you something, like a gym drink or whatever.
ā€œThatā€™s cute sweetheart, what do you like me or somethinā€™?ā€ Rafe snorts, choosing to ignore the fact that the travel mug she was pushing into his hands was bubble gum pink. He holds his hand out to her, not even looking back as he starts guiding her over to his truck. When he hears a little shuffle from her he looks back and glances down at her feet. ā€œWhat the fuck, your shoes arenā€™t tied.ā€
ā€œOkay, one of them untied when I was making you this delicious protein shake and I didnā€™t wanna make you wait-ā€Ā 
ā€œChrist.ā€ Rafe grunts, unlocking his car and wrenching the door open, planting his hands on Milanā€™s waist and hoisting her into the seat easily. He tugs her foot onto his lap and begins tying the lace of her sneaker tightly. ā€œGonna break your fuckinā€™ neck.ā€
ā€œI wasnā€™t gonna fall, Rafe-ā€
ā€œYou literally were letting me drag you down those steps.ā€ When heā€™s done Rafe lifts her leg into the car, closing the door and walking around the driverā€™s side and climbing in. After he clicks his seatbelt on, he pauses and frowns when he sees Milanā€™s pout staring forward at the road. He puffs out a breath. ā€œWhat? Whatā€™s wrong?ā€
ā€œYou havenā€™t said ā€˜thank youā€™. For your drink.ā€Ā 
ā€œWh-are you serious?ā€
ā€œYes. You seriously havenā€™t said ā€˜thank you.ā€™ā€Ā 
ā€œUhā€¦ā€ Rafeā€™s brows furrow as he observes the girl. Arms crossed, dramatic frown on her pretty, glossed lips, knees pointed away from him. ā€œTh-thank you.ā€
ā€œYouā€™re welcome!ā€ she immediately warms up, clicking her own seatbelt on and taking a sip of her drink, moving back to the middle of her seat. As Rafe tries to sort through what quick, guerilla warfare heā€™d just experienced, he starts driving the car.Ā 
So thatā€™s her game. Sheā€™s cute and pretty and pouts like a fuckinā€™ brat when she doesnā€™t feel like sheā€™s getting what she wants. Or someone is saying something she doesnā€™t wanna hear. All sheā€™s showing me is that Iā€™m exactly what she needs.
ā€œMā€™just sayinā€™ like your shirtā€™s a little slutty. Like itā€™s tight, I can see your nipples and everything.ā€
ā€œDonā€™t say shit like that, what the fuck?ā€Ā 
ā€œItā€™s like tight and stuff, like itā€™s a little bit of a hoochie shirt.ā€Ā 
ā€œHoo-hoochie shirt. Fuckinā€™ brat.ā€ Rafe shakes his head. In the time itā€™s taken to drive to the gym and for Rafe to put his card down to get Milan a temporary membership, sheā€™d clearly been trying to test him. She was pushing boundaries to see what he would and wouldnā€™t accept. And he would try to be patient. But the jokes werenā€™t gonna be as funny when he was using her mouth for what he really wanted to use it for. Not now. He had to wait. To humor her. She was cute. Heā€™d give her that. Maybe he needed to be cute back. ā€œDonā€™t work out in the damn shirt anyway,ā€Ā 
Milanā€™s eyes widen as she stares up at Rafe from where sheā€™s stretching on the floor. She bites her lip and shifts her gaze to herself in the mirror as he easily tugs the tight shirt off of his chiseled muscles, tossing it into his gym bag next to her.Ā 
Jesus. She bites her lip, berating herself inwardly as she glances at the tanned skin he was now baring for the world to see, six pack on display as he starts doing some standing stretches. ā€œHere, sweetheart.ā€ Rafe crouches next to her, pushing one of his airpods into her ear. ā€œYou, uh, didnā€™t have headphones, so you can just listen to my shit.ā€
ā€œCan we make a spotify jam?ā€
ā€œWhat?ā€
ā€œSo, I can add songs too, can we make a jam? And weā€™d be listening to the same thing, at the same time, you know?ā€
ā€œI mean, yeah, sure why the fuck not? Youā€™re not gonna add any corny shit are you? Mā€™trustinā€™ you with my workout. Like thatā€™s pretty fuckinā€™ special.ā€
ā€œOh my God, Rafe, Iā€™mā€¦Iā€™m sure we have basically the same taste in music.ā€
Rafe and Milan are at war for essentially their whole warm up. They agree to separate for cardio and then meet back up for them both to try some of each otherā€™s usual workouts. With the shared music blasting in their ears, they both still felt like they were hanging out for the 40 minutes that they are apart. Rafe spent half of his run on the treadmill listening to BeyoncĆ© and Sabrina Carpenterā€™s discographies while Milan genuinely flinched on the stairmaster with Travis Scott and 50 Cent pounding against her ear drums. Both of them looking at each other with sick satisfaction when it was their turn to pick a song, making a game out of picking something they thought would irritate the other more.Ā 
Rafe had finally had enough and started skipping Milanā€™s picks when the High School Musical Soundtrack started playing, eventually coming to pluck her off of her machine to start doing weights as Troy began singing about wanting his own dream.Ā 
By now theyā€™d both finished their protein shakes and felt like they had a lot of energy. Well, at least they both did. Until Rafe started making Milan do his workouts.
She was both turned on and enraged as he demonstrates different forms of weightlifting, chuckling at her deeply as she struggles to do another set. ā€œMmkay, okay, thatā€™s enough, Iā€™m done with that.ā€
ā€œNah, you didnā€™t even finish that one, cā€™mon letā€™s go.ā€
ā€œRafe, noā€ she whines getting off of the bench. Milan immediately gasps as Rafe fists the fabric at the front of her leggings, lifting her off of her feet and physically placing her back onto the equipment.Ā 
Slapping her thigh, he offers her a no-nonsense look that lets her know that she isnā€™t getting up until she completes this workout to his satisfaction. ā€œBaby, letā€™s go, stop fuckinā€™ around.ā€
Shit. Yes sir. ā€œI wantā€¦breakfast food after this. Like, waffles, and butter and stuff.ā€
ā€œ'Let me come to the gym with you, Rafe. I wanna where my cute little outfit and not workout.'ā€
ā€œAsshole.ā€
ā€œWatch your mouth.ā€
ā€œWaitā€¦until we start doing my pilates workout. All those muscles will meanā€¦nothing.ā€
ā€œYeah, you like ā€˜em?ā€ He smirks, grabbing the weight to ease it down against her before helping her off. ā€œThat your excuse? Canā€™t focus?ā€
ā€œStopā€¦being mean, worst date ever.ā€ She whines, leaning her head against his chest.Ā 
Rafe pats Milanā€™s ass twice before nudging her into the direction of the next machine.Ā "Best fuckin' date of your life, brat."
ā€œAre you gonna keep staring at my butt or are you gonna try again?ā€ Milan calls over to Rafe.Ā 
ā€œMy body is not built for that girly shit. You keep goinā€™ though.ā€ He says. Milan rolls her eyes and continues on the machine, pausing when she sees the reflection of a camera flash in the mirror. ā€œDamn, flash was on.ā€
ā€œRafe!ā€
ā€œYou look good, baby. I thought youā€™d like me to be all sentimental and shit, capture our first date.ā€
ā€œOh my God. Youā€™re like, not even working out at this point.ā€
He shrugs, tilting his head to get a better view of her. ā€œYouā€™re the one who got an attitude when that girl asked me to spot her and made us change floors.
ā€œShe saw you with me.ā€ Milan hisses through her teeth, pausing her movements. ā€œShe was trying to be funny.ā€Ā 
ā€œThink so?ā€ Rafe scoffs, squirting water into his mouth from the bottle heā€™d kept in his bag.Ā 
ā€œYeah, but if you liked the attention you could go back down.ā€
Rafe wets his bottom lip at that. Being at the gym with Milan has been fun. Turns out, he likes talking to her, which is more than what he could say for the majority of the population. Sheā€™s sexy, and doesnā€™t mind him being handsy. She seemed to all but expect him to pat her ass in encouragement after she finishes anything. She likes for him to teach her, guide her movements, place her on and off of machines. She likes to whine and have him sort her out. And sheā€™s possessive. Jealous. Normally the concept of having someone police him sounds emasculating and unacceptable to Rafe. But watching her pretty little face turn into a scowl as she watched girls check him out or come up to him like they always did in the gym? It turned him on bad.Ā 
She matched his crazy. It didnā€™t matter that it was their first date, the same way Rafeā€™s lip curled in disgust as he caught the fuckheads wandering the gym eyeing her before he stepped in their line of vision, Milan would physically place herself in front of his view, guiding his eyes to her and away from any girl delusional enough to think they were as bad as her.
But her mouth when sheā€™s frustrated. That was something Rafe was gonna have to work on. Lucky for the both of them, a stern warning seemed to be enough for now. Rafe stalks over to where sheā€™s sitting, stepping on the machine behind her and wrapping his hand loosely around her neck, pushing the back of her head to rest on the front of his stomach. Milan looks up at him through her lashes, as he pushes his thumb into her cheek, encouraging her to open her mouth and squirting a little water in from his water bottle. He fixes her with a disapproving look. ā€œChill out. Iā€™m here, arenā€™t I?ā€
ā€œYeah.ā€
ā€œI followed you up here, right?ā€
ā€œYeah.ā€ she says softly, leaning into his hand.
ā€œAlright then. Letā€™s not worry about the wrong things.ā€
After 3 hours at the gym the two of them hit the showers, separately despite both of their hesitation to separate again. They walk out of the building in different clothes and Rafeā€™s arm strewn over Milanā€™s shoulder, holding her hand where it came up to meet his own. He has to hide his smirk when he catches her making eye contact with the girl whoā€™d asked Rafe to spot her as they walked out, a bright smile on her face.Ā 
He was starting to like this pretty little thing more and more. Rafe lifts her back into the car, this time buckling her seatbelt for her before getting into the driverā€™s side. He finds that Milan can talkā€¦a lot. She has jumped from topic to topic in the 15 minute drive more than Rafe thinks he can in 2 hours. Heā€™s surprised to find he doesnā€™t find her annoying. Rafe finds his cheeks dimpling as he listens to her yap about her favorite tv shows, a movie she wants him to watch, her plans for her next nails set and thinking about getting highlights in her hair.
All the while she rubs his bicep, leaning into him as he holds her thigh in his large hand. He offers her small mumbles of acknowledgement to let her know heā€™s still listening. ā€˜Hm.ā€™ ā€˜Yeah?ā€™ ā€˜Soundā€™s good, baby.ā€™Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re not listening to me.ā€ she sighs, looking out the window as they pull into the restaurant. ā€œMā€™talkinā€™ too much.ā€
ā€œNah, I like that shit. Iā€™d let you know if Iā€™d had enough.ā€ Rafe places his hand on the back of her headrest as he backs into the spot. ā€œBut, uh, my headā€™s always movinā€™ right? Iā€™m thinkinā€™ while I listen.ā€
Milan watches as he shifts gears and places his truck in the middle of two spots, declaring under his breath he doesnā€™t want anyone ā€˜fuckinā€™ up his truckā€™ to justify taking up two spots. ā€œSoā€¦okay. Whatā€™re you, like, thinking about? While youā€™re listening to me.ā€
ā€œUh, honestly?ā€ He asks. Intense blue eyes rest on soft brown ones. Milan just nods, turning more toward him. ā€œHow fuckinā€™ hot you are. Pretty fuckinā€™ distracting.ā€
ā€œOh.ā€ She says.
ā€œYeah. Oh. Does that throw you off or something, like, oh is a weird response-ā€
ā€œNo, I was just saying oh, like-ā€
ā€œOkay, because, Iā€™m being pretty fuckinā€™ clear and youā€™re-ā€
Milan unclips her seatbelt quickly. Before Rafe can blink her soft lips are pressed against his and before he can kiss her back sheā€™s back in her seat, pulling down the mirror and fumbling in her purse for her lipgloss. ā€œI wasnā€™t supposed to kiss you until our first date was over. I canā€™t believe I did that. Oh my God.ā€ Rafe chuckles lowly as she fumbles in her purse, dropping it and spilling its contents all over her lap and the floor of the car. ā€œOh my God.ā€
ā€œDid you, uh,ā€ He pauses, trying not to openly bark out a laugh at her, scratching his head. ā€œDid you only bring lip gloss and perfume? Like, no wallet. At all.ā€
ā€œOkayā€¦ā€ Milan starts slowly, ā€œI understand that looks bad, and like, people believe in that 50-50 stuff now, and so I shouldnā€™t-ā€
ā€œBaby, the fuck do I look like? I wouldnā€™t be taking you out if I couldnā€™t afford to, Iā€™m not a fuckinā€™ pogue.ā€
ā€œA what?ā€
ā€œDonā€™t worry about it. And donā€™t worry about that fuckinā€™ peck, that wasnā€™t a real kiss.ā€ It shocks her how easy it is for Rafe to scoot his chair back and pull her into his lap. ā€œThis is the shit you should worry about.ā€
Rafe Cameron pulls Milan Cabot into the nastiest kiss that either of them had ever fantasized about, let alone experienced. He holds her jaw, working his own open as he pushes his tongue into her mouth, swallowing her whimpers and humming against her. He separates their mouths briefly to kiss down her neck only to drag back up to her lips, chuckling darkly when she sucks his bottom lip into her mouth, gripping her thigh with his free hand as he drools into her open mouth.Ā 
When he pulls away for the final time he rests his head back on the headrest, pushing his thumb into her mouth and releasing a breath as he watches her obediently suck on it.Ā 
By the time they step out of the car to head into the nice breakfast restaurant heā€™d brought her to, Rafe had willed hisā€¦friend to go down, and they had undone the damage heā€™d done to Milanā€™s makeup and hair. As he guided her in by the waist, tugging down the hem of her pretty little dress to cover the ass heā€™d just been gripping he felt a feeling of superiority. The woman next to him was relying on him and him alone to lead her around. All the loser fuckers they passed on the way to their table could stare all they wanted. They could take a mental picture and store it away in their sick little spank banks for later until they came to the realization theyā€™d never get a girl like Milan and finally blew their fucking brains out. But she was here with Rafe. And thatā€™s how he expected it to be from here on out.
Heā€™d decided. She was gonna be his.
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skele-bunny Ā· 1 day ago
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Thinking about Rultialps in the College AU....
Rain Lubina, only child of Mist Lubina, is currently in school for dance. While he did get a bit of a scholarship and financial aid, he still has things he needed to pay for. Text books and supplies aren't cheap. He works down at The Ministry, a local college bar that's VERY active as a go-go dancer and bartender with his best friend Dewdrop.
The week before Finals is always the busiest, and unfortunately, Rain is scheduled every single night shift. He's making a Devil's Den cocktail when another customer slides in one of the spare chairs, leaning over with a big smile, another one next to him.
It's simple, kind. "What can I get for you two?"
How the shorter one looks at the taller. "What they say?"
"They asked what we wanted."
"Ohh," Rain smiles a bit. "In a deaf and mute town and you don't know sign? Shame on you." A sweet tease.
"Hey, cut me some slack! I know some, I'm still learning. But tell you what, let me buy you a shot on top of ours, I'll show you what I do know." He's smiling even wider somehow, the other just rolling his eyes and shaking his head.
"You're cute, but I don't drink when I'm working."
"Then what time do you get off?"
"You don't even know my name."
The smaller looks at the other. "They said you don't even know his name."
"Damn! You're right. Okay, okay, restart. I'm Swiss, and this is my fiance, Mountain. Use mine for the tab. Now, you?"
"Rain."
He's pulling out two shot glasses, laughing to himself as Swiss keeps trying and trying, it's almost humorous! Cute, too. Sliding them over and leaning over to meet Swiss a little bit.
"You're cute and all, but I have other customers. Can't keep my attention just for yourself."
Swiss hums, looking at Mountain who gives a little nod. "Oh, baby I know a lot of ways to keep your attention."
But it's just met with a flick on the nose as Rain moves towards the end of the bar, taking more orders and occasionally glancing back. And phew, Swiss TRIES. Finally got to the point Mountain hit him upside the head for constantly waving him down just to flirt. "They're working, asshole."
With a bit of a sad puppy look, they move from their bar to a booth, but Rain can still feel their eyes, and if he looks hard enough can see where they're sitting amongst the crowds. He doesn't have time to mourn though as another wave of customers come in an hour until close.
Finally... FINALLY, his bar is empty and clean. All his tabs are closed except for one andā€” Except for one?
Looks up and sees Swiss and Mountain, laughing in their own world with some empty baskets and even more empty glasses. He just takes Swiss' receipt and walks his happy self over, Swiss gasping once he notices and tapping Mountain.
"Babe, babe, pretty guy is coming over!"
"Yes, and I'm sure they just heard you, too."
"Oh fuck do you think?"
Rain is giggling before sitting across in the rounded booth, placing down the receipt and watching them take it. Mountain grumbling but still pulling his wallet out while Swiss is back to flirting.
Just sighs dreamily. "You're so pretty. Why are you working here? Should be a housewife..."
"Househusband."
"My bad, househusband. Just spoiled and can relax your feet, and we'd take care of you- why are you so pretty? Mountain tell him to stop being so pretty." He's whining, leaning against Mountain who's babying him.
"Rain wants to leave. Why don't you let him cash us out, and your drunk ass can go to bed?"
"Noo, I wanna go to bed with him!"
Rain just waves them goodbye as Mountain is practically dragging Swiss out who's still singing about how unfair it is Rain is so pretty, even Dew sending a questioning glance as he's sweeping; Rain just shrugs and goes back to helping close. It's the next day as Rain goes into the local dispensary and sees the same guy that was head over heels for him.
"Rain! Look at you, are you stalking me?" Swiss is laughing a little, leaning over the counter. "Usually in those crime shows it's the other way, but hey! I don't discriminate!"
"I'll be considered too pretty to stand trial. Isn't that right?"
"Ohh, very much so. What can I help YOU with this time, sweetheart?"
Just browsing through different vapes and pens, before settling on a new kind Swiss recommends.
"You know... I work tonight."
"Oh, I'd love to bother you again but I'm still not over this hangover."
"I'm dancing, not bartending."
"Dancing?"
Swiss and Mountain are at the bottom of his stage, Swiss' jaw dropped and staring hard at Rain. Just a skin tight body suit that's cut right before the thighs, boots that make up for it at the knees, and an LED face mask. How Rain leans down to his knees, reaching forwards and caressing Swiss' jawline, bringing him closer before letting the plastic touch Swiss' lips, snatching his pen, pulling down his mask and taking a hit. A few more, and he honestly doesn't remember much but the feeling of Swiss stumbling while holding him, shoving him against Mountain and hurried to take off clothes.
Remembers staring at the two before him with both amazement and nervousness, how he happily smoked more with them as they took turns on him. Folded in half by Mountain while Swiss settled near his head.
Yeah... That's about it until he woke up, staring at a tapestry hanging from the ceiling, sandwiched and being held by two bodies. His thighs sticky and his insides feeling heavy, just huffing and burying his face in Mountain's chest who just holds him tighter.
Learns over breakfast at a waffle house that they both work at the dispensary, Mountain is a cannabis director, Swiss as a budtender. Numbers exchanged, and they're even nice enough to drive him back to his dorm, Dew looking at him away from his phone.
"You're such a slut, do you know that?" Rain just takes off his sneakers and throws it at him. "Hey! Ow! Don't be mad at me! Just stating the obvious you're banging customers."
"And you're making people pay."
Dew just smiles and flips him off, letting him crawl up next to him and peek at whatever he's watching.
"Two boyfriends, huh?"
"They're NOT my boyfriends."
They're dating within a week, Rain even sneaking them into the dorm while Dewy is out. Sometimes staying in their little nicknamed hippie apartment. Just Rain and his two stoner boyfriends skkwkd
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yaoireview Ā· 2 days ago
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review sockathan ! šŸ‘»šŸ‘»šŸ‘»
woah how'd you make that green
SOCKATHAN YAOI REVIEW
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Disclaimer: This will contain spoilers (kind of) for Welcome to Hell 2 Part 1 and Welcome to Hell. You should probably go watch that. Its made by Erica Wester and its PRETTY cool.)
My Yaoi Entrepreneurs, I'll be blunt with you. I know we've ALL seen gay people, maybe in the streets, maybe at the park. You might even see one in your home now, so lets be honest with ourselves. Sock is DEFINITELY gay, bisexual at LEAST.
The OTHER one on the other hand.. its a little bit harder to say.. I'll probably find something though..
Lets make one thing clear, when I say Yaoi in this review. I don't mean ANYTHING inappropriate. Its just my special way of saying gay people.. I'm kinda magical in that sense.
Lets just get the first one done and over with a simple section I like to call:
EVIDENCE 1: SOCK IN GENERAL
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okay so FIRST of all the FIRST time we see sock, they call Jonathan "hot stuff" while being in a fridge. I'm not sure about you but that's love if I ever saw it.
After that they introduce you to Sock killing his parents. One key point after another. If Sock being gay wasn't important, then WHY was it shown BEFORE telling us Sock's (other) main trait. Checkmate liberals.
Sock would then get the report from Mephistopheles, and you COULD say its just because the camera zoomed in, but its literally the most light ever seen in Sock's eyes.
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And then Sock went on to ruin Jonathan's day, making him look crazy, and Jonathan SOMEHOW got blamed for knocking down that desk, I swear I think the teachers just hate him. I'm not sure about you but I certainly cant KNOCK over a desk thats right next to me.
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He was WRITING too.. would a guilty man of desk flipping WRITE?? NO!!
And not to mention that Sock made Jonathan look DUMB in front of the faceless brothers which was probably the closest time that Sock did their job right.
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Sock absolutely ruined it today.. but can you blame them? They're new to the job, give them some SLACK.
But the upcoming days, Sock was so whimsical.
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Yeah SURE. Sock is still telling Jonathan to kill himself, but they just don't want to get fired!!
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Not to mention the fact that they stared at Jonathan while they were taking a piss, but there's nothing odd about that.
And also near the end, Mephistopheles calls sock out on liking the guy, and Sock stutters. You just have to take my word for it.
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SOCK IN GENERAL 2 [PART 1]
If you saw Welcome to Hell 2 [Part 1], you already know what I'm gonna comment about. Sock went on to call Jonathan's mother, hot. They then went on to say "Must be where you got it from, huh? You definitely got her butt at least."
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When Jonathan goes on a walk and Sock follows them and says after Jonathan says he doesn't wanna be friends with them. (We'll get back to that)
"Oh wow, come to think of it, You don't really have ANYONE do YOU? What's that feel like? Knowing you're gonna die alone." to which Jonathan snaps back with "I dunno Sock, you tell me."
Now at first, this looks like a scene of ANTI SOCKATHAN propaganda, but think with me here, yaoiers. How would Jonathan know that Sock died alone??
I understand if he just guessed, since sock DOES look like someone who would die alone, or he just said whatever comeback that came to his head but if not, Sock ALREADY told Jonathan about their past life.
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If what I KNOW is true, Sock VENTED to Jonathan about their life before they died in LESS than a week, since Sock just now sees Jonathan's mother in the first part, and due to a comment made by the creator.
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Sock REALLY trusts this guy, maybe Mephistopheles didn't want to hear them vent, but maybe its JUST because Sock wanted Jonathan to do the same. but they probably didn't.
And then near the end, Sock says to Jonathan when he snatched his employee manual
"Jonathan, if something happens to you-"
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Actually, I think this is pretty weak evidence but I thought I'd include it, since a teacher would say the same thing if a kindergartener was up on a high shelf.
That segment was PRETTY lengthy, but I PROMISE you, the others will be shorter, I just.. didn't expect there to be so much for Sock...
EVIDENCE 2: SOCK SUCKS AT THEIR JOB.
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Jonathan was DEAD ON when they told Sock that they suck at their job. And quite honestly.. I could've done it better.. I could've got Jonathan to kill himself (theoretically) on the FIRST day, and if you wouldn't use my strategy, I promise you that there's probably several other you could use for the teenager that you want them to kill themselves at home.
STEP 1: GRAB A WEAPON
Since Sock is seen to be able to flip over a desk and they're able to HOLD Jonathan's journal (Shock or not), I should THEORITCALLY be able to grab a weapon, now for this strategy, I suggest you pick a nonlethal option, only to have a lethal option around, for this example, I will be using a sledgehammer.
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After swinging that at the noggin, Jonathan would drop unconscious, probably with brain damage (that don't matter though)
STEP 2: POSSESS THE TEENAGER
Now it MAY not be like this in w2h, but Mephistopheles was able to possess Jonathan when he was DEAD (Probably), so It should hopefully work when they're out of consciousness.
STEP 3: KILL YOURSELF.
Alright now I KNOW that sounds bad.. but it wouldn't be MY hands to kill him. Grab the nearby lethal and SHOOT. THAT. TEENAGER!! Your boss may not agree with the logistics of this, but you get the job done.
This simulation was to PROVE that Sock atleast CARES a bit about Jonathan to want to get to know him. and to not kill him on the spot. Now if It was the other way around.. I'm not exactly sure..
EVIDENCE 3: JONATHAN KINDA HATES SOCK
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(he looks like hes standing up to a school bully)
At the beginning of Welcome to Hell, hes clearly annoyed and STILL is annoyed by some of Sock's actions by the end, but he atleast isn't mad enough to NOT act like he could put up with Sock. I think the closest thing to gayness from Jonathan was when he moved the backpack for Sock to sit down.
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In Welcome to Hell 2, he IS PISSED at this guy, and honestly, if Sock kept on knocking down those desks, i CANT blame him..
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Maybe Sock kinda ruined the vibe when they expressed their love for Jonathan's mother, its hard to say really..
Jonathan makes this very clear that he DOESN'T even wanna be Sock's friend, I mean HAVE YOU HEARD THE THEME SONG?
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SUMMARY:
Sock wasn't able to win Jonathan's heart, making him tonight's biggest loser.
YAOI: 6.5/10
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gravity-falls-fanatic89 Ā· 2 days ago
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November's Naughty and Nice Stories
Day 11: Mr. Mystery/Part 1 of 2
Mullet Stan Pines x Reader
Part 1-Fluff with mild language
Part 2 will be spicy:18+/MINORS DNI!
"Did you hear that guy in the woods finally came out to talk to people last week? He's been renovating the place since he opened it awhile ago." Susan said, already jittery from the 5 cups of coffee she downed before noon.
You and Susan were working Saturday morning at Greasy's Diner, and you were half listening to the gossip, pretending like you didn't care, but she was piquing your curiosity with the guy that finally made a public debut in a more vocal manner. He was a recluse for a couple years, and was now coming out and about, advertising his newly rebranded Mystery Shack, previously The Murder Hut that he was renovating.
"I don't pay no mind to the guy, Sue. You know that. He seems cocky, and a chatterbox," you said. But that wasn't true. You were always checking him out, and knew his stories were hogwash, but he was pretty cute for a bullshitter.
You two gossiped back and forth before the dinner rush rolled in, and you tried avoiding talking about Stan "Mr. Mystery" Pines.
"Hey, it's him!" Susan elbowed you, almost knocking you over.
He walked in, his chest puffed out a bit, with a white shirt covered in sweat on, and black slacks. His hair was a mess, but he looked like he was whooped for the day. Susan handed you a menu, and nudged you on.
"I can't go talk to him right now.... I'm 'busy.'"
You rolled your eyes, and took the menu. "Yeah, sure you are."
And Stan sat down, and you followed behind, placing a menu at the booth for him. "Well, hey good looking, ya decide to take care of me today?"
You could feel your cheeks get slightly red with the smooth talk, and try to dismiss it. "Can I start you with a drink, Stan?"
He smirked. "I'll take a coffee if it's fresh. I appreciate it."
You grabbed the coffee, and handed it to him, and let him know the specials. Turkey dinner with all the trimmings was what he landed on, and you brought it out, and proceeded to walk away, standing by Susan.
"He's actually being pretty mild for him today," you said to her. "I'm actually a little shocked."
"I think he's a little wore out. He's been cleaning up his place for business, and seems to be alone....Even for Thanksgiving," and she gave me the side eye.
"Yeah, yeah," and you swatted her off. You wrote up his check, and prepared to cash him out, walking up to him.
"Any pumpkin pie at all to finish up?"
"Nah, I wanna make sure I leave ya a tip. I appreciate ya dealin' with me after I've been stinkin' to high heaven from workin' all day. Probably don't need it anyways."
And you actually felt a little bad, and went to the counter, grabbed a slice of pie, and handed it to him in a to go box with the check. He was pompous at times, but even he seemed alright tonight. He looked at you, a little surprised.
"You need your energy to get that place up and running. Good luck, and just think of this as an early Thanksgiving Day snack to keep you going."
He looked at the check, and looked at you. "I appreciate that. I'm sure this pie is gonna be sweet, but nothing compared to you. Keep the change."
And he walked up and left, his check folded with the money inside. There was enough for the bill, and $50, along with his number.
You ever want to stop by, give me a call so you can check out the Shack.
-Stan
And his number was below it, and you felt your stomach do a somersault. Maybe you might pay a visit to Mr. Mystery after all.....As soon as you could get Susan to calm the hell down after she saw you two.
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seitmai Ā· 2 days ago
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Very late and very many thoughts, so I'm gonna utilize the read more function
ā€œHow the hell are you still consistently finding this much alcohol? Weā€™re barely finding enough food.ā€ Heaving himself up until heā€™s sitting on the edge of his mattress, Jake rests his head heavily in his hands as the world continues to spin around him. Still slurring slightly, he mutters, ā€œā€˜s not enough. Two bottles a night arenā€™t helpinā€™ anymore. Nightmareā€™s back.ā€
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The water heater broke a few months ago and with no one left in their dwindling group who knew how to fix it, freezing showers had become the norm.
Not me adding "learn basics of fixing a water heater" to my to do list lmao
Jake used to use the board as his motivation to keep fighting, to not let more names be added to the list. But now that it contains so many faces of the people he cared deeply for or respectedā€”you, Coyote, Iceman, Cyclone, Paybackā€”it has become a constant reminder of all the ways he failed.Ā 
šŸ’”šŸ’”šŸ’”
Ā Next to her, Bob scans the area just beyond the fence, his blue eyes alert behind his cracked glasses. With his unusual prescription, itā€™s been impossible to find a replacement after they slipped off his face running from a pack of creatures. He made it safely to the church in one pieceā€”one of his lenses did not. Yet, he has never once complained or made excuses for his impaired vision.Ā 
Bob is just such a good soul šŸ„ŗ
ā€œOh, Jakeā€¦ā€ Your hands fly up to cover your mouth as your eyes continue to roam over his body. Yet even covered, he can see your jaw trembling as you cry, ā€œBaby, whatā€¦We promised if something ever happened to the other, we wouldnā€™t give up. We would keep fighting.ā€ ā€œIā€™m still here, arenā€™t I?ā€ Jake snaps. But then he wilts under the weight of your gaze. Scrubbing his hand over his face, he whispers, ā€œI almost ended itā€”a few times. Drugs, booze, even thought Iā€™d take my nickname literally. Made a noose and everything. But the thing that always stopped me was that promise. So, yeah, Iā€“Iā€™ve been a bit of a mess since youā€”ā€ he gestures at your transformed self ā€œā€”and Iā€™m sorry. I tried to be strong but losing you was the worst thing thatā€™s ever happened to me. We were supposed to face this hellscape together and I didnā€™t know how to cope without you so I let myself become someone that I hate. But now that youā€™re backā€”ā€
This broke my heart.. it shows how truly broken Jake is and that every day is a struggle with her for himšŸ’”
You turn to gaze into the darkness surrounding you. ā€œItā€™s like acid in my veins, a constant burning fire in my gut that only grows stronger if itā€™s not satisfied. Bloodā€™s the only thing that soothes the pain for even a few hours, but itā€™s never enough. Iā€™ve tried to stop myself, I have, but each time I drink it gets hard to fight. And with every life I take, I feel a little more of myself slip away. Iā€™m not the woman you loved anymore, Jake. Iā€™m just a monster with her face.ā€ Jake shakes his head with a firm set in his jaw. ā€œNo. I don't believe that. It's still you. Why else would you have looked for me? The woman I love is still here and she needed to see me just as much as I needed to see her.ā€
He is still so in love šŸ„ŗ
ā€œAnd I donā€™t care what you think.ā€ Without hesitation, Jake crosses the remainder of his little haven of sunlight and steps forward to join you in the inky darkness. You cower back again but he takes another step to maintain the same distance between you. ā€œYou're not going to hurt me. I know that. Because you're so strong and brave and you can fight thisā€“ā€
The way he believes and trust in her more than she does herself šŸ„¹
This newest revelation is the last straw for Jake. A man can only process so much trauma at once before he reaches his breaking point. Falling to his knees, he hangs his head, tears dripping off his face onto the dusty tile beneath him as his shoulders shake with stifled sobs.Ā 
I just wanna give him a hug, this is a lot šŸ˜­
You fall silent again, but Jake just continues to cry with no acknowledgment of what you said. After a moment of this, you plead, ā€œJake, talk to me. Tell me what youā€™re thinking. If you want me to goā€”ā€Ā  ā€œPleaseā€¦ā€ Jake breathes, the weight of the past two years pressing down on him. ā€œPlease let me hold you.ā€ ā€œW-what?ā€ Based on the utter shock in your voice, that is not what you were expecting him to say. It takes everything in him, but Jake lifts his eyes so they meet yours. ā€œBaby, I need you in my arms again. To feel you, touch you, prove this is real. I have dreamed about you every night for two years. Horrible, bloody nightmares that have destroyed my life. I need you to chase those nightmares away.ā€
He is desperate for a moment of solace and how it was 2 years ago that he is willing to die for that šŸ˜­
ā€œJake, have you not heard a word Iā€™ve said? Iā€™ve killed our friends and Iā€™ll kill you too. Or worse, Iā€™ll turn you.ā€ ā€œI want you to,ā€ he whispers.
He is so done with this life šŸ„ŗ
ā€œPleaseā€¦ā€ Jake sobs loudly, too emotionally and mentally drained to get to his feet and walk to you. ā€œI canā€™t live without you anymore. I need us to be together, whatever that looks like.ā€ ā€œYou donā€™t know what youā€™re asking.ā€ ā€œYouā€™ve made it pretty clear. But Iā€™m willing to bear the pain, theā€¦the consequences of this choice if it means I can be with you. So, please, donā€™t make me spend one more second without you. Either kill me or turn me, but I canā€™t do this anymore.ā€
šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
Jake canā€™t wait any longer. He grabs your hand and pulls you into his chest, squeezing you as tightly as he possibly can. Your skin is icy beneath his touch, but he doesnā€™t care. Heā€™s holding you in his arms again and nothing else in the world matters.Ā  Squeezing you tighter, Jake mutters, ā€œNo. Itā€™s okay, baby. I want this. Just let go.ā€
He has already made his peace šŸ„ŗ
ā€œIā€™m sorry,ā€ you whisper, black tears falling on his chest. ā€œIā€™ll be as gentle as I can.ā€
ā¤ļøā€šŸ©¹ā¤ļøā€šŸ©¹ā¤ļøā€šŸ©¹
Soft moans and gasps that have Jake flashing back to all those times you were beneath him as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. And for just a second, he can bear the pain knowing he is giving you some semblance of pleasure.
He truly would do anything for her šŸ„ŗ
Jake picks up the soft sound as it is breathed across the empty warehouse, his ears already tuning into sounds humans shouldnā€™t be able to hear. His eyes flutter open and just over your shoulder, he can see Bob and Phoenix bathed in sunlight standing at the entrance to the building. Bob has tears in his eyes, his lips whispering your name in horror as he watches the growing gory mess you are making of Jakeā€™s neck. He glances back and forth between Jake and Phoenix, silently pleading with her to find a way to fix this.
Poor Bob šŸ„ŗ
But Phoenix just stares at the pair of reunited lovers, her jaw set tightly. And Jake knows she understands. Phoenix always understands.Ā 
Of course she does šŸ„¹
Jake is weak from blood loss and pain, but he manages the slightest of nods. Lifting two fingers to her forehead, Phoenix gives Jake a small salute in return.
What a small but beautiful goodbye between them šŸ˜­
Then she raises her flashlight. As the beam of light strikes your shoulder, your mouth instantly disappears from Jakeā€™s throat with an agonized hiss as you try to flee from the pain. But using what strength he has left, Jake holds you in place.Ā Smiling as every cell in his body begins to burn differently from before, he whispers, ā€œTogether.ā€ And he holds up his hand which is cracking and disintegrating in the light just like yours. Though still pained, your face softens as you realize what he is doing. Transformation or death, those had been his choices. However, it turns out it wasnā€™t an ā€œorā€ but an ā€œandā€. Reaching out, you link your fingers with his, your skin flaky and fragile in his grasp. You snuggle your head against the unbitten crook of his neck, whimpering slightly as the light does its job, and you whisper back, ā€œTogether.ā€ Jake wraps his other arm around you and holds you close, silently vowing to never let go again.
Together šŸ˜­ā¤ļøšŸ˜­ā¤ļøšŸ˜­
The last thing he sees before his world slips away is the strangely beautiful swirl of particles of your two disintegrating bodies intermingling in the beam of sunlight.Ā 
A beautiful ending together, like they deservedšŸ„¹
Drink With Me (Part 2)
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AI-Less Whumptober 2024: Day 6. self-sacrifice Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, f!reader, Vampire Apocalypse AU Summary: Two years after Jake was forced to watch you ripped apart by the creatures that now terrorize the world, he is a shell of the man he once was. However, a familiar voice calling to him in the dark may give him a second chance. Word Count:Ā 5911 TW: Hurt/Comfort, Blood, Vampires, Character Death, Murder, Grief, Biting, Mention of Suicidal Thoughts, Drinking (alcohol and blood), Language Notes: Not beta read so sorry for any mistakes! Part of @ailesswhumptober's event! šŸ’—
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ā€œNoā€¦.No!ā€Ā 
He tries to race to your side, to stop the torment playing out before his eyes, but he is held back by hundreds of hands wrapping around him, pulling him away. Fighting against them with every ounce of his strength, he screams, ā€œGet the fuck off of me! We need to help her! No! What the fuck are you doing?ā€Ā 
ā€œSheā€™s gone, Hangman,ā€ dozens of disembodied voices whisper in unison from the darkness behind him. ā€œIā€™m so sorry, but thereā€™s nothing else anyone can do for her now. Itā€™s over. Itā€™s been over for years. You failed. Just as you continue to fail every night.ā€
ā€œNo! I can save her! Please, let me save her this time!ā€ Jake sobs as he continues to struggle against whatever is holding him back. ā€œPlease!ā€
But itā€™s no use. Heā€™s not strong enough. As he is dragged farther and farther away, he sees you lift your head one last time, panic and pain etched across your face. You lock eyes with him and just have time to scream a terrified, ā€œJake!ā€ before one of the creatures rips your throat out with its teethā€”
Jake bolts upright with a deep gasp, only to immediately collapse back onto his mattress with a pitiful moan. He grabs his head as it throbs painfully with every beat of his racing heart and he squeezes his eyes together tightly in an attempt to stop the world from spinning around him. But it does little to help. His nearly naked body feels sticky and gross tangled in his soiled sheet and he wonders if itā€™s just sweat from the nightmare, or if he vomited in his sleep again. Maybe bothā€¦probably both.Ā 
At least he is fairly certain he hadnā€™t pissed himself this time if the intense pressure in his bladder is any indication. However, he doesnā€™t have the faintest desire to crawl to the bathroom so heā€™ll worry about those consequences later. Instead, he rolls over and tries to push your final agonized scream from his mind so he can go back to some semblance of sleep.
Just as he begins to pass out again, he hears the curtain hanging around his small space being pushed back and the toe of a boot digs into his side. Without opening his eyes, he swats at the foot, trying to shove it away. ā€œā€˜uck off, Phe,ā€ he mumbles somewhat coherently. ā€œā€˜s too early.ā€
ā€œTell that to the rest of us who have already been awake for several hours,ā€ Phoenix snaps, driving her boot deeper into Jakeā€™s ribs. When he tries to roll away, she sighs, ā€œDo we really have to do this every morning? Iā€™m not your fucking babysitter. Get up! Bob and I need your help setting up the trap while the lightā€™s in the right position.ā€
There is nothing in the world that Jake wants to do more than ignore her and go back to sleep. However, sheā€™s right. They do go through this every morning and by now he has accepted the fact that he can not win this argument. So, reluctantly, he peels open his eyes and squints up at her.
Seeing that some progress is being made, Phoenix removes her boot from his side and takes a few steps back. In doing so, she almost slips on the drink Jake had spilled the night before. Looking around his small space, she shakes her head.Ā 
ā€œJesus, Hangman,ā€ she grumbles as she kicks a few empty wine bottles out of the way, sending them clinking across the floor only to crash into piles of more. ā€œHow the hell are you still consistently finding this much alcohol? Weā€™re barely finding enough food.ā€
Heaving himself up until heā€™s sitting on the edge of his mattress, Jake rests his head heavily in his hands as the world continues to spin around him. Still slurring slightly, he mutters, ā€œā€˜s not enough. Two bottles a night arenā€™t helpinā€™ anymore. Nightmareā€™s back.ā€
ā€œYeah, well, weā€™ve all got our own nightmares that haunt us and you donā€™t see the rest of us pickling our livers to deal with it.ā€ She hurls a half-empty backpack at him which smacks into the side of his head, nearly knocking over his unsteady form. ā€œNow get your shit together and meet us out front in thirty minutes. Weā€™ve got work to do.ā€ She stomps out of his little alcove to give him some privacy but then pivots to add, ā€œAnd for fuckā€™s sake, take a shower.ā€
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Forty-five minutes later, Jake steps out of the shower stall, a thread-bare towel wrapped low on his hips. He shivers slightly as he pads across the cold tile floor towards the sinks. The water heater broke a few months ago and with no one left in their dwindling group who knew how to fix it, freezing showers had become the norm. While they should be grateful they even had any water at all, Jake canā€™t help but recall a time when a hot shower was the best part of his day.Ā 
A soft gasp leaves your lips as he presses his bare body against yours, pinning you to the cool tile wall. Your eyes sparkle in the muted light filtered through the shower curtain as you gaze hungrily at him. Warm water flows over his back as he sinks into youā€”
No. No memories. Not now. Not when he doesnā€™t have the luxury of going back to his ā€œroomā€ and drowning them in booze.Ā 
Instead, Jake quickly dresses, trying his best not to catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Half the timeā€”when there is still enough lingering alcohol in his systemā€”he sees your mangled corpse standing behind his reflection. The other half, he left staring at the shell of the man he had become. In some ways, thatā€™s worse because he knows it would break your heart to see what losing you has done to him.
Even though sanitation supplies had only really become a scarcity in the last few months, Jake had given up the will for self-grooming long before that. The tangled beard covering his sunken cheeks is a clear indication of that as is the long greasy strands of hair hanging limply in front of the dark circles surrounding his bloodshot eyes. You had always preferred him clean-shaven and with shorter hair. But you were gone so he didnā€™t give a fuck.
Exiting the bathroom, Jake heads toward the front of the church. He averts his eyes as he passes the bulletin board that had been converted into a memorial shrine for those they had lost. He remembers the days when there had only been a few names and pictures up there. Now, the fallen takes up every inch of the board and spills out across the wall. Jake used to use the board as his motivation to keep fighting, to not let more names be added to the list. But now that it contains so many faces of the people he cared deeply for or respectedā€”you, Coyote, Iceman, Cyclone, Paybackā€”it has become a constant reminder of all the ways he failed.Ā Ā 
Once, this rag-tag group of survivors who had dubbed themselves The Daggers had numbered in the dozens. But now, there are only a handful left. And with supplies and food dwindling quickly, there is no telling how long itā€™ll be before the rest of them earn a place on the board.
As he pushes his way through the church doors, Jake recoils as he is hit with the full brightness of the sunny day. His headache which had previously dulled slightly in the cold shower came rushing back with a vengeance. Groaning, he digs his sunglasses out of the backpack Phoenix had thrown him earlier and places them on his face. They were a cheap plastic pair Coyote had picked up for him on one of his runs to the pharmacy over a year ago, but they at least cut out some of the glare.
Phoenix is leaning against the fence with her arms folded across her chest, a scowl carved deep into her face. Now that most of those originally in charge were no longer with them, the title of leader had fallen on her shoulders. For the past few months, she had done everything in her power to hold the group together despite the increasingly dire conditionsā€”and one jackass of a drunk who makes her life that much more difficult.Ā Ā Ā 
Next to her, Bob scans the area just beyond the fence, his blue eyes alert behind his cracked glasses. With his unusual prescription, itā€™s been impossible to find a replacement after they slipped off his face running from a pack of creatures. He made it safely to the church in one pieceā€”one of his lenses did not. Yet, he has never once complained or made excuses for his impaired vision.Ā 
They were the best of the remaining survivors and had become the only real hope the Daggers had left. Yet they spent most of their days dragging Jakeā€™s sorry ass around to ensure he didnā€™t drink himself to death.
Jake had been like them once: always stepping up when volunteers were needed, doing what he could to fix what was broken, protecting the people within their group. But he hadnā€™t been that person for the past two years. Not since he had watched you devoured before his eyes as he stood on these very steps.
It was that moment he tried desperately to avoid every night in his dreams. Reliving that day over and over again. Knowing all the moments he could have done something differently or acted faster that would have saved you yet being unable to change anything. Just forced to hear your agonizing final screams before catching his last glimpse of you whispering his nameā€¦
He needs to find more alcohol.
ā€œAbout fucking time,ā€ Phoenix mutters under her breath, pushing herself off the fence.
Bob shoots her a stern look, one that softens as he turns his attention to the new arrival. ā€œThanks for helping us out, Jake. We appreciate the extra hands.ā€
ā€œNot like she gave me much of a choice,ā€ Jake mutters under his breath. But seeing the way Bobā€™s shoulders slump at his words, he does his best to smile at him. ā€œBut Iā€™m here now so letā€™s do this.ā€
Bobā€™s smile returns and he nods happily at the other man. As he turns to exit the churchyard, Phoenix shoots Jake another dirty look. He knows despite Bobā€™s insistence that she keeps dragging Jake along with them, sheā€™s afraid Jakeā€™ll screw up and cost her or Bob their lives. And itā€™s a fair concern. After all, itā€™s his fault Bob was almost killed the time his glasses were damaged. Jake had been drunk on patrol and hadnā€™t seen the creatures until it was almost too late to warn the rest of the team. While Bob never blamed him, Phoenix did. She tried to be as supportive as possible when Jake first began to spiral, but after the incident with Bob, she only tolerated his antics for the sake of her partner. Though not even she despised this version of Jake as much as Jake despised himself.Ā 
Jake knew what a failure and a screwup he had become. Yet as much as he wished he could pull himself together and become the man he used to be, he also knew that there was only one person who could help him do that.Ā 
But you were never coming back.
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Itā€™s amazing how much the world can change in such a short amount of time. In the three short years since the creatures first appeared, the center of town is now virtually unrecognizable. Vines and various foliage scale the sides of all the buildings. Cars are abandoned in the middle of the street, some with their doors still open as their passengers fled from them. Every window has been dark since the power grid failed. And without the constant upkeep, everything is starting to decay.
The warehouse is no exception. Once bustling and full of life, it has now is a shadow of its former self. With very few windows save those by the entrance and no interior lights left to brighten the space, the interior becomes a black hole after walking just a few feet into it. However due to a collapse in the roof, at certain times of the day, a single shaft of light shines all the way down to the ground floor creating a small illuminated circle on the floor.Ā 
It is in this small safe haven that Jake finds himself. Echos bounce off the walls of the cavernous space as he puts the finishing touches on the trap in front of him. Four months ago, a few survivors passing through had shared what they had discovered with The Daggersā€”a way to kill the creatures. Jake still doesnā€™t understand how it works, something to do with converting normal light into an artificial sunlight of sorts, but luckily there were those smarter than him around who understood and harnessed this knowledge into weapons. Since then, The Daggers had managed to take out a few of the creatures. However, they quickly learned that attacking the creatures in the large packs they usually hunted in resulted in costly casualties on both sides.
It was Phoenixā€™s brilliant idea to take the stealth approach instead of the head-on one. They began setting traps in the area using motion lights in the hopes of eliminating some of the creatures stalking near their hideout in the middle of the night when they were at their most active. So far, they have had promising results.Ā 
Jake is almost done setting this trap. Then he can test it and use his flashlight to get himself from this shaft of light back outside. Hopefully, heā€™ll then have time to sneak off to try to find more alcohol before Phoenix and Bob return for him. He hasnā€™t checked the houses a few blocks to the east yet and maybeā€”
ā€œJakeā€¦ā€
Jakeā€™s head snaps up as his heart freezes in his chest, the trap instantly forgotten. His eyes dart around the room searching for the source of the sound. But thereā€™s no one else there. Heā€™s aloneā€¦heā€™s always alone.
Yet, just as he begins to return to his job at hand, he sees something. Squinting, he peers deeper into the heart of the building and just makes out the faint outline of a single figure within the darkness.
Instincts kicking in, Jake draws his knife from his boot and drops into a defensive stance in the center of the beam of light, waiting for the attack he knows is coming. His eyes flicker around the space, searching the darkness for signs of the rest of the swarm, yet for now all he can see is the one in front of him. But he knows that canā€™t be it. The creatures hunt in groups, using their numbers to overwhelm and incapacitate their victims so escape is nigh on impossible. The only few loners they had come across over the years were ones that had been injured or were too malnourished to contribute to the next hunt.
But the figure standing before Jake doesnā€™t seem injured or blood-crazed. It stands straight and still, completely unmoving. For several moments, nothing happens. Though still cautious, Jake begins to relax his stance a little, wondering if his eyes or mind is just playing tricks on him.
But then, a voice cuts through the silence. ā€œI was three blocks away when I caught your scent. I donā€™t know how, but I immediately knew it was you.ā€
The knife slips from Jakeā€™s fingers, the clatter of metal on tile echoing around the cavernous room. The voice that he had not heard outside of his dreams for the past two years punches him in the chest, nearly bringing him to his knees as tears welled up in his eyes. ā€œB-baby?ā€
There is a pause before the voice continues, unemotional and flat. ā€œI should have bolted in any other direction, put as much space between us as possible butā€¦I couldnā€™t. Iā€™m selfish enough that I had to risk seeing you one last time.ā€
ā€œOh my god,ā€ Jake breathes. ā€œItā€™s really you.ā€
He takes a few stumbling steps towards the figureā€”towards youā€”but you draw back further into the shadows. ā€œNo! Stop! Stay in the light.ā€ There is a panicked edge in your tone, the first sign of emotion you have let slip in, and it is enough to make Jake listen.
As much as he longs to launch himself into your arms, he reluctantly does what you ask. He lingers just shy of the darkness, the toes of his boots resting at the point where the last of the sunbeams fade on the tiles.Ā 
ā€œHow are you here?ā€ he asks, his voice breaking.Ā 
ā€œYou know how.ā€
He did. It was a fear that had nestled in the back of his mind these past two years that he didnā€™t dare consider. Whether that was out of the fear of falling into despair or building up false hope, he didnā€™t know. But he had never let himself imagine this moment and, now that it was happening, he didnā€™t know what to do.Ā 
Swallowing the lump forming in his throat, he says, ā€œYou said you caught my scentā€¦Do I smell as sexy as you remember?ā€
A surprised snort of laughter echoes throughout the room as you are taken aback by his question. But when you speak, he hears tears in your voice, ā€œYeah, Jake. As sexy as always.ā€
Whatever cold, distant shell you had put in place when you first arrived crumbled and Jake can now hear the real you behind the words. Swallowing, he murmurs, ā€œPleaseā€¦let me see you.ā€
Your outline shifts in the darkness. ā€œI-I donā€™t think thatā€™s a good idea.ā€
ā€œPlease, baby. For the last two years, all I could see was that last memory of you. I need this.ā€
ā€œNo. Seeing me like this is not going to be any better than seeing me like that. Iā€™ve changed.ā€
ā€œSo have I. But I love you and Iā€™ll still love you no matter what.ā€
For a moment, there is only silence. Then you whisper, ā€œStep to the other side of the light.ā€
Jake immediately scrambles backward, almost falling as he stumbles over the long-forgotten trap. But he makes it to the outer rim of the circle of light and waits.Ā 
Slowly, your shape edges closer to the light. At first, Jake still canā€™t make out any details of the person in front of him. But when he does, his heart clenches in his chest.Ā 
There is no denying that it is the woman he loves standing before him but yet itā€™s not the you he remembers. Your skin has been drained of its color and now resembles that of a corpse, cold and lifeless. Sharp, pointed teeth jut out your mouth over bloodless lips and your fingers end in claw-like talons. You are still wearing the same clothes you had on the day you were attacked but they are shredded and stiff with dried blood in various colors ranging from bright red to rusty-brown. Jake wonders how much of it is yours and how much is your victims.
Any lingering doubt he had about how you are here, any sliver of hope you had escaped your fate, is shattered instantly. This isnā€™t a miracle. It is a nightmare, a curse.Ā 
But based on the gasp that escapes your trembling lips, you must be thinking the same thing as you get a good look at the man he has become.Ā 
ā€œOh, Jakeā€¦ā€ Your hands fly up to cover your mouth as your eyes continue to roam over his body. Yet even covered, he can see your jaw trembling as you cry, ā€œBaby, whatā€¦We promised if something ever happened to the other, we wouldnā€™t give up. We would keep fighting.ā€
ā€œIā€™m still here, arenā€™t I?ā€ Jake snaps. But then he wilts under the weight of your gaze. Scrubbing his hand over his face, he whispers, ā€œI almost ended itā€”a few times. Drugs, booze, even thought Iā€™d take my nickname literally. Made a noose and everything. But the thing that always stopped me was that promise. So, yeah, Iā€“Iā€™ve been a bit of a mess since youā€”ā€ he gestures at your transformed self ā€œā€”and Iā€™m sorry. I tried to be strong but losing you was the worst thing thatā€™s ever happened to me. We were supposed to face this hellscape together and I didnā€™t know how to cope without you so I let myself become someone that I hate. But now that youā€™re backā€”ā€
ā€œIā€™m not back, Jake. Thatā€™s not whyā€”ā€ You shake your head, letting your hands drop. ā€œI shouldnā€™t be here. This was a mistake and I never should have come. I should have just let you think I was dead. I-I have to go.ā€
ā€œNo! Pleaseā€“ā€ As Jake takes a few steps across the circle of light, you cower back, retreating further into the darkness.
ā€œStop!ā€ There is a pained quiver in your voice. ā€œIā€™m barely controlling myself as it is. If you get closerā€¦I canā€™t hurt you, Jake. I canā€™t. But I know if you get any closer, I will and thereā€™ll be nothing I can do to stop it.ā€
Jake shakes his head. ā€œNo. I donā€™t believe it. You would never hurt me.ā€
ā€œYou donā€™t get it. Itā€™s not a choice, itā€™s an undeniable force. Itā€™s hard enough to control myself when Iā€™m fully satiated, but I havenā€™t fed in almost a week. Your bloodā€”ā€ You squeeze your eyes closed tightly. When you open them again, they have darkened significantly. There is still some color in them, not the pitch-black orbs Jake is used to seeing when the creatures were attacking, but the change still makes him inhale sharply. ā€œThe venom doesnā€™t just turn us into theseā€¦these things. It drives us to hunt, to kill. And that need is neverending.ā€
It breaks Jakeā€™s heart to hear the pain in your voice and he canā€™t imagine what youā€™ve been dealing with the past two years. However, as much as it horrifies him, he also wants to know more. ā€œWh-what does it feel like?ā€
You turn to gaze into the darkness surrounding you. ā€œItā€™s like acid in my veins, a constant burning fire in my gut that only grows stronger if itā€™s not satisfied. Bloodā€™s the only thing that soothes the pain for even a few hours, but itā€™s never enough. Iā€™ve tried to stop myself, I have, but each time I drink it gets hard to fight. And with every life I take, I feel a little more of myself slip away. Iā€™m not the woman you loved anymore, Jake. Iā€™m just a monster with her face.ā€
Jake shakes his head with a firm set in his jaw. ā€œNo. I don't believe that. It's still you. Why else would you have looked for me? The woman I love is still here and she needed to see me just as much as I needed to see her.ā€
ā€œJakeā€“ā€Ā 
ā€œAnd I donā€™t care what you think.ā€ Without hesitation, Jake crosses the remainder of his little haven of sunlight and steps forward to join you in the inky darkness. You cower back again but he takes another step to maintain the same distance between you. ā€œYou're not going to hurt me. I know that. Because you're so strong and brave and you can fight thisā€“ā€
ā€œItā€™s not that simpleā€”ā€
ā€œYes, it is.ā€
ā€œJake, stopā€”ā€
ā€œNo. Not until you believe thatā€”ā€
ā€œI've killed Daggers.ā€
Your admission hangs like a dense fog between you. Obviously, Jake had realized what being turned into a creature meant for your feeding habits, but he had been trying not to focus on that. However, now faced with the truth, Jake suddenly connects a few horrifying dots in his head.Ā 
He swallows before asking, ā€œCoyote?ā€
Last year, he had gotten there just a moment too late. There was nothing he could do but watch as what was left of his best friend was ripped apart by a mass of creatures. But then, just for a second before Fanboy grabbed his arm and pulled him away, he caught a flash of one of the creatures and he could have swornā€¦
Your eyes widen, clearly not expecting him to know that, but you nod slightly. Then, in a small voice, say, ā€œAnd Rooster.ā€
ā€œRooā€¦.Rooster?ā€ The truth about Coyote had been painful, yet regardless of who killed him, Jake had come to terms with his best friendā€™s death months ago. But Roosterā€¦
He had left the group a few weeks ago after hearing a rumor of someone sounding suspiciously similar to his godfather leading another group out in the desert. They all knew it was dangerous but if anyone could make it, it would have been Rooster. Yet if what you said was trueā€¦
ā€œI never wanted you to find out.ā€ Tears begin to stream down your cheeks, thick, black goo that leaves streaks in their wake. ā€œI tried to stop myself but I couldn't. Coyote was already being attacked when I found him and the bloodā€¦this thing took over. And the worst part was heā€¦he recognized me just before I tore his throat out. There was this mix of elation I was ā€˜aliveā€™ and horror at what I had become. I still see it when I close my eyes. With Rooster it was different. I was alone when I found him. Weā€™ve been starving since you found a way to destroy us and I needed blood so badly. He was dead before he even knew I was there.ā€
This newest revelation is the last straw for Jake. A man can only process so much trauma at once before he reaches his breaking point. Falling to his knees, he hangs his head, tears dripping off his face onto the dusty tile beneath him as his shoulders shake with stifled sobs.Ā 
ā€œJakeā€¦Iā€¦ā€ Your voice is brimming with tears as Jake sees your feet take one hesitant step closer to him. But then, you stop.Ā 
For a moment, there is only the sound of his soft cries echoing through the empty space. However, when you finally speak again, your voice has more of the defiance and strength he loves most about you. ā€œYou donā€™t understand what itā€™s like. When I slip into a frenzy, nothing in this world exists except for blood. Facesā€¦namesā€¦past relationshipsā€¦none of it means anything at that moment. All thatā€™s left is the pure animalistic need to feed. Itā€™s only after Iā€™ve been sated that I come back, that I can remember what happened or what I did. Standing over whatā€™s left of a person, realizing Iā€™m to blame, knowing Iā€™ve murdered them or Iā€™ve forced them to become a monster just like me. I couldnā€™t stop myself from killing Coyote and Rooster, but I made sure neither of them could turn. They may not have deserved their deaths, but more than that, they didnā€™t deserve this afterlife. It was the least I could do for them. And Iā€™m sorry it wasnā€™t more.ā€
You fall silent again, but Jake just continues to cry with no acknowledgment of what you said. After a moment of this, you plead, ā€œJake, talk to me. Tell me what youā€™re thinking. If you want me to goā€”ā€Ā 
ā€œPleaseā€¦ā€ Jake breathes, the weight of the past two years pressing down on him. ā€œPlease let me hold you.ā€
ā€œW-what?ā€ Based on the utter shock in your voice, that is not what you were expecting him to say.
It takes everything in him, but Jake lifts his eyes so they meet yours. ā€œBaby, I need you in my arms again. To feel you, touch you, prove this is real. I have dreamed about you every night for two years. Horrible, bloody nightmares that have destroyed my life. I need you to chase those nightmares away.ā€
ā€œJake, have you not heard a word Iā€™ve said? Iā€™ve killed our friends and Iā€™ll kill you too. Or worse, Iā€™ll turn you.ā€
ā€œI want you to,ā€ he whispers.
ā€œJake!ā€ Normally when discussions became this heated between you and you resorted to that sharp tone, your chest would be heaving as you became worked up. Yet this time, your heart isnā€™t beating and your lungs arenā€™t huffing air so it remains deathly still. ā€œI canā€™t do that to you. I wonā€™t condemn you to this life.ā€
ā€œPleaseā€¦ā€ Jake sobs loudly, too emotionally and mentally drained to get to his feet and walk to you. ā€œI canā€™t live without you anymore. I need us to be together, whatever that looks like.ā€
ā€œYou donā€™t know what youā€™re asking.ā€
ā€œYouā€™ve made it pretty clear. But Iā€™m willing to bear the pain, theā€¦the consequences of this choice if it means I can be with you. So, please, donā€™t make me spend one more second without you. Either kill me or turn me, but I canā€™t do this anymore.ā€
You stare at him for a long time, your darkened eyes not giving any hint as to what you are thinking. Then, slowly, you nod. ā€œI donā€™t want to kill you or turn you, but I need you too. I thinkā€¦I think I always knew when I came here that this is how it would go and Iā€™m so sorry I wasnā€™t strong enough to stay away.ā€
ā€œIā€™m so glad you didnā€™t.ā€ Jake opens his arms, still kneeling on the floor. ā€œCome here, baby.ā€
With stilted, hesitant steps, you begin to walk towards him. You balk a little as you get closer, fighting against the instinct to avoid the sunlight, but Jake is far enough in the shadows that you can reach him without crossing into the light. Slowly, you lower yourself to your knees in front of him and reach out.Ā 
Jake canā€™t wait any longer. He grabs your hand and pulls you into his chest, squeezing you as tightly as he possibly can. Your skin is icy beneath his touch, but he doesnā€™t care. Heā€™s holding you in his arms again and nothing else in the world matters.Ā 
However, you apparently donā€™t share the same outlook. Your entire body goes rigid beneath him, every muscle tensing as he draws you in. He can feel you begin to tremble as an animalistic growl rumbles in your chest.
ā€œJaā€”I canā€™tā€”Let me go. Donā€™t wanna hurtā€”ā€ You manage to choke the words out through a clamped-shut jaw. As your eyes turn completely black, your teeth begin to grow longer until they resemble true fangs. Several poke through your lips as you press your mouth firmly closed. You are still trying to save him despite everything.
Squeezing you tighter, Jake mutters, ā€œNo. Itā€™s okay, baby. I want this. Just let go.ā€
ā€œIā€™m sorry,ā€ you whisper, black tears falling on his chest. ā€œIā€™ll be as gentle as I can.ā€
And you sink your fangs into his neck.
Living up to your promise, there is only a small sting as your teeth break his skin. However, in seconds, your venom enters his bloodstream and Jake tries to jerk away from the searing pain. However, your clawed hand clamps firmly on his shoulder, forcing him to remain in place. The venom spreads throughout his system until every cell in his body is screaming out in agony. He wants to black out but his body wonā€™t let him. The change is already occurring and he is being forced to be conscious for every last second of his human life.
As you drink, small sounds begin slipping out between your lips, reverberating against Jakeā€™s skin. Soft moans and gasps that have Jake flashing back to all those times you were beneath him as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. And for just a second, he can bear the pain knowing he is giving you some semblance of pleasure.
However as a vice of white-hot agony squeezes around his lungs and heart, Jake begins to jerk in your grasp as he begins to suffocate. Feeling his distress, you slide your teeth out of his neck and press your blood-soaked lips to the wound. Running your hand through his hair, you coo, ā€œItā€™s okay, baby. Itā€™s almost over now. I can already taste the change beginning in your blood. But this next part is the worst. Fighting it just makes it harder. Try to relax and let it happen. And Iā€™m right here, my love, forever.ā€ Then you sink your teeth back into his neck.
The choking suffocating feeling only intensifies, but against every self-preservation instinct in Jakeā€™s body, he tries to listen to your advice and just gives in. Closing his eyes, he begins to slip into a sort of meditative state. While the pain or pressure doesnā€™t lessen, the panic and tension ease slightly. And even once he feels his heart take its last beat and his lungs go still, he tries to remain in this headspace until you are finished.
He isnā€™t sure how long he is kneeling there beforeā€”
ā€œNoā€¦ā€
Jake picks up the soft sound as it is breathed across the empty warehouse, his ears already tuning into sounds humans shouldnā€™t be able to hear. His eyes flutter open and just over your shoulder, he can see Bob and Phoenix bathed in sunlight standing at the entrance to the building. Bob has tears in his eyes, his lips whispering your name in horror as he watches the growing gory mess you are making of Jakeā€™s neck. He glances back and forth between Jake and Phoenix, silently pleading with her to find a way to fix this.
But Phoenix just stares at the pair of reunited lovers, her jaw set tightly. And Jake knows she understands. Phoenix always understands.Ā 
Jake is weak from blood loss and pain, but he manages the slightest of nods. Lifting two fingers to her forehead, Phoenix gives Jake a small salute in return.
Then she raises her flashlight.
As the beam of light strikes your shoulder, your mouth instantly disappears from Jakeā€™s throat with an agonized hiss as you try to flee from the pain. But using what strength he has left, Jake holds you in place.Ā 
The betrayal on your face as you turn to look at him almost outweighs the pain. Jake knows you must think this was a trick, that he must have been stalling you all along just for this moment. Yet, he had meant every word he said.
Smiling as every cell in his body begins to burn differently from before, he whispers, ā€œTogether.ā€ And he holds up his hand which is cracking and disintegrating in the light just like yours.
Though still pained, your face softens as you realize what he is doing. Transformation or death, those had been his choices. However, it turns out it wasnā€™t an ā€œorā€ but an ā€œandā€.
Reaching out, you link your fingers with his, your skin flaky and fragile in his grasp. You snuggle your head against the unbitten crook of his neck, whimpering slightly as the light does its job, and you whisper back, ā€œTogether.ā€
Jake wraps his other arm around you and holds you close, silently vowing to never let go again.
The last thing he sees before his world slips away is the strangely beautiful swirl of particles of your two disintegrating bodies intermingling in the beam of sunlight.Ā 
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the-14th-ghost Ā· 1 day ago
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Alright, I'm fueling the fire, ya freaky weirdos
Henry Hotline SFW alphabet headcanons
Henry Hotline x reader
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ā˜ŽļøAffection-
This man sezies every opportunity to show you that he loves you. Even if you're doing nothing. He'll compliment you, hug you, kiss you
Even if he is around Frankie or Deputy Duck, he doesn't care. Expect the best hugs you can get out of a cartoon character.
His go-to form of affection is definitely compliments and physical affection
ā˜ŽļøBest friend-
If he's just your best friend, he'll always have your back. Need someone to vent to? Oh wow, he just so magically appeared next to you! Or you just want a buddy to hang out with? Well, good thing his show is just so happens to be canceled. He'll do anything for his closest friend
ā˜ŽļøCuddles-
This man LOVES to give cuddles. Even if he's busy with something like planning out his show or spending time with the contestants. He'll drop everything for you.
And let me tell you, when he hugs or cuddles you, he does not let go for hours. You could always ask him to let go whenever you want to, but we all know he doesn't want to lose you.
ā˜ŽļøDomestic-
The truth is, he'd only do stuff if HE wanted to do it. If you ask him to mop the blood off of the floor or something, he'll look at you like you just lost your mind. Maybe if you give him a kiss or two, his might do what you ask him
But we all know he's a sucker for making you happy. So he'll do some chores only when you're not looking.
ā˜ŽļøEnding-
Over the phone. Yes, that is a stupid way to break up with someone, but he doesn't know any other way that feels right! But don't worry, he'll never break up with you, he loves you too much! But he still has a plan, just in case
ā˜ŽļøFiance(e)-
Y'all really wanna marry a cartoon character? Same
He's not too big on the whole "Settling down, getting married, and starting a family" trope. He's fine if you REALLY wanna marry him. As long as it won't hinder his work and he still gets to talk in his talk show, then by all mean, slap that ring on his finger pronto! He doesn't have all day! or if you ever want him to give you a ring, just let him know
ā˜ŽļøGentle-
This phone guy wannabe loves you too much to hurt you. If there is ever a time when his headaches just get to him and he needs to let out some anger. He's leaving the room, and you won't see him until he's fully calmed down
But in normal situations where he's chill, he's so gentle around you. Kisses so light that you'll think you're touching a feather. Hugs so gentle it feels like you're hugging a teddy bear.
ā˜ŽļøHugs-
Like mentioned earlier, he gives the best hugs. It'll literally leave you craving more like some sort of sweet candy.
If you ever need a hug, you know he'll always give you one
ā˜ŽļøI love you-
That's how he confessed, goofy! He was so nervous about asking you out that he just blurted out his feelings!
And don't you worry, he always reminds you anytime you need it. But when you don't, he still says he loves you! He loves you so much!
ā˜ŽļøJealousy-
Due to his massive ego, he tends to get quite jealous. Mainly around Deputy Duck and Frankie. Especially Deputy Duck. He can't help it! He just wants everyone to know that he's the one who loves you the most
ā˜ŽļøKisses-
Very very soft and passionate! Almost as if he's afraid to scare you. He knows how easily angered he gets due to his headaches, so he's just trying to make both of you happy.
He's angry? Give him one small smooch and he's floored
ā˜ŽļøLittle one-
Surprisingly, he secretly hates kids. Especially if they try to call him. Over and over again he has been called. He can't even look at a child without getting a headache.
ā˜ŽļøMorning-
He does the most goofy lovey-dovey shit every morning. If you guys share a bed, he is kissing your face every morning. And if you don't share a bed, he always wakes you up with a kiss on the forehead and a soft "good morning, my dear"
I'm sorry but him saying "My dear" sends me
ā˜ŽļøNight-
He has the most elaborate bedtime routine ever. Skin care and all. And he'd obviously sleep in one of those fancy pink night robes, also with a face mask.
Also, he sleeps like a rock. Nothing can wake him up. Not even a train horn. Except maybe a kiss or two
ā˜ŽļøOpen-
It'll take him a while to open up to you. Not because he's scared, it's because he's too flustered to say anything. But once he finally gets used to dating you, he starts talking to you about everything. His talk-show, his rivalry with Deputy Duck, his splitting headaches, and the list goes on and on
ā˜ŽļøPatience-
Due to his constant headaches, he gets angered quite easily. And it can lead to some arguments here and there. Nothing too bad, just some petty words thrown. All you have to do is let him calm down with some time by himself. Once he's back to normal, he'll mumble about how he's sorry for being so rude to you and how you didn't deserve it. He'll never hurt you :)
ā˜ŽļøQuizzes-
This guy remembers nearly everything about you. Your favorite restaurant, color, song, book. Anything! It'll honestly leave you speechless. Like, if you mention something you like a month ago, he still remembers it to this day. He really does love you.
ā˜ŽļøSecurity-
If someone is bothering you, his hand is immediately on your waist or back. This man has to let everyone know that you're both dating. Not a single soul can split you two apart.
But normally, he's chill when it comes to being protective. He's not too overbearing about it
ā˜ŽļøTry-
He goes all out when it comes to birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays.
On anniversaries, he lays flower petals all over, lights candles, and treats you to a well-deserved meal.
With holidays, he would help you set up anything. Need help putting lights up? He's tall. He's got it! Need help making food? Well, he'll give it a shot!
ā˜ŽļøUgly-
His ego. Sometimes you two get into petty arguments and he can't see past himself. It's what HE wants. It's all about HIM. But like I said before, he'll apologize for any negative things he's said to you.
ā˜Žļø-Vanity
This man spends HOURS in the morning just making sure he looks good. Even if you tell him he's perfect the way he is, he'll be flattered but he won't stop. Sometimes, he might even put on black lipstick or eyeshadow. He likes it when you kiss him and he has to redo his lipstick over and over again.
ā˜Žļø-Whole
He gets so lonely when you're not around. Yeah, he'll still go on with his day, but he'll be a lot less talkative and sassy. But once you come back, it's like a child receiving a puppy for Christmas
"My love! Where have you been?!"
"I was in the bathroom. . ."
ā˜ŽļøXtra-
Dance with him! He loves it! You could put on some swingy jazz or a soft romantic, he doesn't care! He just loves having you in his arms and spinning around with you!
ā˜ŽļøYou-
He talks about you all the time. With Frankie, with Deputy Duck, and in his talk show. He loves babbling on and on about his beloved! Everyone knows he's one for showing off, especially things he likes!
"They're so cool, amazing, glorious, funny, outstanding, and-"
"GET OU-"
ā˜ŽļøZzz-
OK this might sound weird but, he does snore but like not normally. Instead, his phone rings. Every time he breathes out his phone rings. And loudly too. If you share a bed, you'd probably have to either tolerate the noise or wear ear plugs
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Aaaaahh I'm sorry if this sucked. This was my first time ever writing something like this šŸ« 
Anyway, Henry is hot, you're cool, and goodbye
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orbleglorb Ā· 1 day ago
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tumblr in the blaseball universe, part 10
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9
image descriptions: the first image is a thick black bar meant to separate posts. the second image is a thin gray bar meant to separate reblogs. they are used continuously throughout the post when appropriate. like right now
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ā˜Žļø official-jessica-telephone šŸ”
ā˜Žļø official-jessica-telephone
what happens if the real JT wants this URL. it's a part of me now. who do i become if i have to give it up
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šŸŸ offishal-jessica-telephone Follow
she'll have to krill you for it
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ā˜Žļø official-jessica-telephone
WHO ARE YOU
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ā˜• eyesinthedark11
every day with salmon weather for the past few months, my dad has miraculously "found" fresh salmon for us to have for dinner. should i ask him where he's getting it from
#personal #i know the answer. i just need the verbal confirmation
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šŸ gamer--gorgon
shoutout to the guy (who i think might be in our shadows?) that goes fishing during every salmon game. you should see if you can get anything from the floods
#if he's a shadows guy it's extra funny because he's gotta come up from new jersey #all the shadows share an apartment there #charla said she thought she knew him but every time she tries to get into the stands to talk to him he just disappears lmfao #i get it king. i really do
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ā˜Žļø official-jessica-telephone
what do you MEAN they're rebooting supernatural???
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ā˜•ļø eyesinthedark11 šŸ”
ā˜•ļø eyesinthedark11
i understand that this is ostensibly a terrible thing to say but i truly do not think parker macmillan did anything wrong. if my mom was the coin i woulda done worse. i wouldn't have only been passively killing
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šŸ¦† peripheral-duck
everyone wants to act all gifted kid burn out fleabag mommy issues #coquette #girlblogger but the minute mommy decides murder is okay if it gets her some money it's all "well why didn't PARKER do anything :/" you fake fucking bitches. bro got cursed to bring destruction in his wake and THEN cursed to wander everywhere. we're not going to question that??
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ā˜•ļø eyesinthedark11
if the coin was my mom i would have burned the whole earth years ago. not even because of firewalker or anything i woulda just done that
#like you are looking at mommy issues supreme. you show some fucking respect #<- PREV #on one hand it feels really weird to say these things about a Real Guy who is possibly still alive #on the other hand. you fake bitches #if you've reblogged a fleabag quote i don't wanna hear shit from you #'maybe the fireballs didn't know what instability was' valid point! #but that does not mean they're not at fault. you know #idk why everyone expects parker to just. fix everything. #if he's in the vault then he's been 19 for like 50+ years. he suffers more than jesus
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šŸ¶ catgirlfirefighter
it's somehow the league's best kept secret that mike townsend is deaf. people keep coming to me like, "idk how you're friends with the guy, he just ignored me, he's such a dick" bro he can't hear you. and also yeah he is a huge bitch
#right judgement wrong reason #mike if you're reading this. ily <3
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šŸ¦ž marketplace-shellfish
Hey has anyone heard from that guy who was making the "meatcute is not real and can't hurt me" affirmations recently? I can't tell if it's a bit or not but they haven't posted since.
#blaseball #san francisco #san francisco lovers #hopefully it's nothing and i'm just anxious lol
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imaginespazzi Ā· 2 days ago
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Another game down, another step closer to March (it's literally tomorrow guys) and like always, I have thoughts :)
Paige Bueckers: is insane
22 points on 90% NINETY PERCENT, NINE-ZERO PERCENT like y'all I don't think we even realize we're watching a once in a lifetime kind of efficient player. She's just- yeah she's just insane. Not a flash of passive P tonight AND she got to sit for a whole quarter? Yeah, this is HER season and everyone else is just along for the ride.
YEE FUCKING HAW ASH LET'S GO! I was actually a little concerned that first half because a) no one was helping P and b) Ash just looked like she was doing cardio out there but there's no energy like the energy a halftime buzzer beater can inject you. AND THE STEALS! Girlie been working on that defense and you love to see it.
My NFOY had a "quiet" 17 points which speaks to Sarah's maturity and her ability to just get a bucket. And the IQ is just so beyond her years; it's wonderful to see. That 3-ball isn't falling yet but TRUST it's going to and it's gonna be something special.
Ice finally gave me something. I still wanna see more but she was pretty god today. More than anything, I just loved seeing her hustle for those points. She boxed out well, made smarter decisions than usual. I see the progress and she's gonna get there (off the bench), I see the vision
Kaitlyn did what Kaitlyn does. I think we could use a little more from her but I think her presence is really solid. She made some questionable decisions tonight but I do think the Storrs environment which is unlike anything she's used to maybe played a factor.
Speaking of questionable decisions, KK made a fair few of them and reminded me of her freshman self. However, she also reminded me of the really great stuff she did her freshman year with a couple defense and offensive plays.
Jana didn't get as much playing time as I'd have liked her to get but the minutes she did get? Effective as hell and I can't wait for her to geting into the starting-lineup.
Morgan's a SHOOTER. And boy did we need shooting because 3's? Not our thing at all tonight.
Allie wasn't really a factor tonight but she also didn't feel like a burden so you really can't complain because her main job is to go out there, not be a liability, maybe make some things shake so that the starters can get their much needed rest.
Overall I don't think was a particularly great game. The first half was practically a Paige carry-job which is great for the agressive!P agenda but it's USF and I don't love that we were so dependent on her. The third quarter was pretty good (made up for the last one agianst BU) and the fourth quarter showed that we're still learning how to navigate without Paige. Again, its really early and the fact that we won by so much just shows how much talent we have and how high our floor is, which means out ceiling is waaaay higher.
Free. Throws. We don't get as many as we should as it is so please, please, please, make them.
Three point defense needs a fair amount of work.
Caroline is still wearing earplugs and I just wanna give the girl a hug.
Paige and Azzi finally got to sit to next to each other and immediately started yapping as if they don't do that all day?
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divine-misfortune Ā· 1 day ago
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You get it
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Anyways insanity under the cut for everyone's safety
Aether being weird and kinda manipulative but it's sexy so dw
@0-miles-away @miasmaghoul grabbing and shaking both of you for encouraging this
I don't know how he talked Rain into it, but once a day he has that water ghoul seated in his office, fingers digging into his thighs as he tries to breathe through it like Aether told him to. Rainy always listens so well, and why wouldn't he? Aether's a medical professional, of course what he says is best.
The first few times Rain is cringing and wincing with every pulse of the machine - even insisted once or twice he doesn't wanna do it again but Aether insists gently but firmly. Maybe by the second week he comes to tolerate it more (don't think Aether misses the depth of his flush, how it creeps right down his chest).
It's become routine; a little after noon Rain sits in the soft chair in the corner and shrugs his shirt off, he lets Aether bring the cups to his chest and turn the somewhat noisy machine on, and he sits there quiet as he can aside from the occasional little whimper he tries to swallow down so that Aether can focus on his work. About a half hour, sometimes more if Aether thinks he can tolerate it. By the end Rain's nipples are an angry albeit rosy shade of red, he grits his teeth as he puts his shirt back on, and Aether always has to fight a little smirk when the distinct sea salt scent hits him. Rain couldn't hide the truth from him if he tried.
But as always at the end the bottle is empty. Aether looks so disappointed. Subtly makes Rain feel a little guilty for not producing yet, sighs out loud and wonders if maybe Cirrus would be a better subject for this. Rain gets those big, sad, worried eyes of his. All sweet like a kicked puppy, it nearly makes Aether feel bad but the way Rain jumps to try to appease him makes something dark curl pleasantly in his gut. Satisfaction overtakes it.
Rain blindly agrees to supplements, vitamins, whatever Aether thinks is best.
He starts to smell far sweeter, fresh honey and daisies. His tits start to fill out as time goes on, his shirts fit him too tight and his uniform has a gap between the buttons fighting not to burst over his chest, but not a drop of milk despite how they start to hurt. Sore to the touch, heavy and aching, his nipples consistently pebbled and poking through his shirts - Rain almost starts wearing a bra just to save him the shame of part of this.
One day Rain comes in as usual but Aether guides him to the exam room instead of his usual chair. Gets him stripped and laid out, feet in stirrups, cups latched to his chest. He looks so oddly vulnerable Aether throbs behind his zipper as he continues to set things up as normal - and very suddenly things stop feeling so normal.
Aether pets up his calf like he's almost comforting him and all at once Rain feels looser, his knees fall apart because he can't think to hold them together for modesty anymore. Prep isn't necessary, not with how fucking wet Rain appears to get while hooked up to the pump. He shushes Rain's dumb little sounds when he slides home, buries himself to the root in his body, and Rain's eyes almost cross.
He tells Rain how he's figured it out, everything makes sense now. His body wouldn't produce yet because it was missing something so important - and Aether promises to give it to him. He'll fuck a litter into him, and once it takes, Rain can make himself useful and his poor swollen tits can finally let down for him.
And when his knot catches, he pulls the cups from his chest and gives both a good squeeze that punches the wind out of Rain's lungs. Tells him that they feel fuller already, ready to burst even.
If he just...
Aether latches onto his tit and grinds his knot that much deeper, suckling at one nipple and circling the other with his thumb, it doesn't take long to feel that first sweet droplet hit his tongue. Rain cries out in beautiful agony and pure relief all at once, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes, body shaking like a leaf in a windstorm.
It's the most sinful thing Aether's tasted in his life, can't help the little groan he lets out as he drinks him down like a man starved.
Maybe their pack princess was made to be knocked up like this.
Maybe Aether should keep him this way.
Smthn smthn Aether hooking Rain up to a breast pump to induce lactation smtn smthn medfet humiliation
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