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cringefailkralie · 5 months ago

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ridiculously long list of things i’ve noticed about thomas grant and adam wadsworth’s portrayals of albus and scorpius

sorry in advance if this is messy, i wrote this at like 4am

albus flinches away when james steps too close to him!!!

when scorpius asks albus whether he prefers albus or al, he doesn’t have to think about his answer. instead he just looks shocked that someone was actually asking that, like nobody’s ever considered his feelings before. makes me feel like he’d been waiting his entire life for someone to actually ask him that.

tom’s albus doesn’t cry during the fight with harry like i’ve seen a lot of the other actors do. he just stares blankly ahead of him and completely shuts down. i’m head over heels in love with this choice because it really hammers home how hard it is for albus to express his feelings or communicate with anyone.

albus’s reaction to the love potion really really makes me believe that ron intended it to be a mean gay joke. even if ron didn’t intend for it to come across that way, that’s definitely what albus takes it as.

scorpius is just staring vacantly at a wall before he spots albus on the train in their 4th year. not sure if this is a specific acting choice or if i’m just reading into it too much?

they hold hands for a second and stand with their faces an inch away from each other as soon as they duck into their train compartment. their body language in private is so different from their body language in public.

albus squeezes his eyes closed when they hug. he really needed that physical affection but he hates anyone but scorpius being near him.

scorpius puts his hand on albus’s chest when the train starts moving. nothing to say about that its just really gay.

my favorite delivery of “oooo a quiz… WIZZO!!!” i fucking love how he does jazz hands when he says it, especially because it’s the second time he does jazz hands in that scene. he’s so me.

albus does so many little hand gestures in this scene, he’s way more comfortable being expressive around scorpius. he almost mirrors scorpius’s stupid little mannerisms.

bonus- not scorbus related but craig is first seen wearing his beanie on the train during the this sequence (where albus and scorpius decide to run away)!! idk if they don’t do this in other productions or if i just hadn’t ever picked up on it before, but it’s a really cute detail. does anyone know if he canonically got it when he became head boy?

when amos first tells them to leave, scorpius grabs onto albus’s sleeve

not even technically them but the ron and harry actors grab onto each other sooooo much (as albus and scorpius)

in love with how long scorpius hold out his “WIIIIIIIZZZOOOO” and how albus tries to match his energy with the “DOUBLE WIZZO”

delphi steals scorp’s little phrases and his awkward way of speaking and his mannerisms to try and appeal to albus because she knows that he reeeeally likes him- and i hate hate HATEEEE how she makes him feel like a freak for being himself when all the while she’s stealing his personality. scorpius plays with the fabric of his sweater and then fidgets with his hands after she tries to make him feel left out in the forbidden forest and i can FEEL what he’s feeling through the screen.

scorpius is JEALOUS jealous of delphi and when he talks to her his voice is quiet and monotone, which is the most un-scorpius thing ever. i love it. you can feel how much he hates her. i hate her too, this delphi is despicable. (very talented actress!!)

when scorpius tears his eyes away from the beautiful sight in front of them to look at albus and say “you’re my best friend” (which is crazy enough on its own) he talks in a really sweet, low voice before returning really quickly to his normal scorp-voice, as if he was afraid to let albus think about what had just happened

albus jumps up and down with excitement when they announce the triwizard tournament. he starts and then has to stop himself from cheering for hogwarts. funny that a guy who was just saying how much he hates hogwarts would do a thing like that.

everyone around scorpius gets startled when he starts cheering for krum because his screaming is so weird lmao

at the end of the scene where albus tells scorpius they’ll be better off without each other, scorpius just slumps over on the steps and stays there for the ENTIRETY of the next scene until he eventually gets wheeled off with the stairs. it looks like he’s fiddling with something? maybe his wand? maybe just his hands?

obviously the staircase ballet is the staircase ballet, but the way they look at each other is just AAAAUUUUGHHHHHHH

at the end of the ballet scorpius steps towards albus first, but albus is the one who reaches his hand out and slinks down onto the steps

obsessed with that gay little purse scorpius carries the time turner in

delphi gets scorpius to let his guard down during their conversation and scorpius starts talking like himself in front of her again!!!

albus does the little puke-gag-joke-thing in the library to try and make scorpius feel better </3

they’re both fidgeting with their hands throughout their whole conversation :(

ALBUS’S LITTLE GIGGLE WHEN SCORPIUS AGREES TO COME WITH HIM TO FIX TIME

this isn’t specific to this production but scorpius’s shoes are one of my favorite details. in the normal world, he wears big clunky shoes to showcase his awkwardness, whereas in the dark dimension he wears running shoes!! evil scorp is athletic!!!

the second “im fighting for albus” that comes out of scorpius’s mouth is said almost entirely to himself

their little hug in the water :,)

i LOVE LOVE LOVE that scorpius tries to hug draco and he pushes him away and throws his jacket at him in such a cold manner. it makes their hug near the end feel so much more important to their relationship. as soon as we meet scorpius he immediately refers to himself as having daddy issues and we don’t see nearly enough of that in this play.

bonus p2- one of my favorite parts of this show is the in trouble again number!!! i love the background gang and all of their little scenes like this. craig being a little gossip monger is funny as shit!!!! it gives him so much personality and makes his death that much sadder :(

the delivery of “scorpius….. he matters to me…. you know that don’t you?” is INSANE. tom grant delivers all of the coming out adjacent lines so perfectly.

i love how scorpius moves his body. he waves his arms around in the air so often.

scorpius tickled albus lmao they’re so weird

when scorpius talks about hating the other world, albus throws in “apart from polly chapman fancying you” quite bitterly and scorpius almost completely cuts him off. he doesn’t acknowledge what he said in any way shape or form and albus seems to notice that he’s not interested in polly.

scorpius rubs his socks on the floor while he talks :3

the choice to have scorpius move from his bed to albus’s bed and pull albus’s blanket into his lap when he tells him that he changed himself back for him is so AAAUGHHH

AND SCORPIUS DOES THE SAME THING THAT HE DID EARLIER AGAIN!!! he gets all quiet and sweet when he’s sort of admitting his feelings to albus and then all of a sudden he stands up and goes back to his normal loud voice

“MALFOY THE UNANXIOUS IS A PRRRRRETTY GOOD LIIIIAAAR”

delphi mocking scorpius and him immediately tensing up oh he hates her ass so much

scorpius reaches out to try and intercept albus handing delphi the time turner and albus giggles at scorpius because he’s happy she’s not extremely pissed at them

scorpius holds onto the railing right up until he gets his hands bound together because he’s afraid of heights. thought it was cute that adam chose to do this even though his fear of heights isn’t mentioned anywhere in this version.

i LOVE the torture scene in this version. albus is stone faced when delphi is threatening to torture him and then he IMMEDIATELY falls to his knees begging and pleading when she turns toward scorpius.

delphi is quite literally outing albus in this scene. the silence after she says that love is his weakness and points to scorpius is SO long and SO loud omg. it’s quite literally ten whole seconds (i counted) of albus and scorpius just looking at each other. it genuinely feels like she just spilled out what he’s been keeping inside of himself for so long, it’s gutwrenching. i guess they did just watch craig die so they do in fact have bigger problems, but you can see albus’s heart stop beating and its so terrible.

i love how albus turns to scorpius when the stationmaster starts unintelligibly talking to them like “hey, you’re doing the talking rn just so you know”

i’m obsessed with how excited scorpius is to tell albus all about the history of the place they’re in. in love with his little gasps at everything he sees and his jump when he says “SQUEAK!”

albus motioning for scorpius to stop when he’s demonstrating how to scream for help lmaoooo

albus pointing with both hands at scorpius while they try to come up with a plan is so cute. albus believes in him so much.

i love how scorpius keeps hugging draco even as he’s talking

their foreheads are literally brushing against each other my god these bitches gay

albus asks “and thats who you want in your palace?” in an almost panicked way like he’s afraid scorpius doesn’t feel the same way about him.

albus holds onto scorpius’s shoulders while rose tries to reassure them that they didn’t just get walked in on lmao

3rd and final instance of scorpius trying to change the subject- asking immediately about quidditch so albus doesn’t get the chance to say anything related to what just happened

scorpius says “come on” like he’s trying to get albus to come cut a rug with him at a middle school dance

obsessed with their little gagging and puking bit and how they made it a callback to what albus does in the library

maybe my favorite hug moment from any scorbus duo. i love how albus initially reacts with shock but then melts into it and closes his eyes, only pulling away to make sure he’s not reading the situation entirely wrong (he’s not)

my favorite ending scene by far. the coming out hits SO hard. the way albus fiddles with his zipper and scrunches up his sleeve in his hand, you can tell how absolutely terrified he is of saying this to his dad. the line delivery is genuinely fantastic. the more he pauses the longer you have to take it all in- and he pauses a LOT.

okie thanks for reading!!!!!

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emeritusemeritus · 8 months ago

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I didn’t want to be alone [Eddie Munson X Reader]

Title: I didn’t want to be alone.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader {Established friendship but deliberately vague, can be romantic or not}. Platonic!Wayne Munson&Reader.

Timeline: Non-specified. There’s a brief mention of ‘trauma’ that I’d originally written as events from ST 1-3 but it could be anything. Insert your troubles here.

Summary: When things in your mind get bad, you know you always have a place to go.

Warnings: Brief mentions of trauma, illusions of mental illness. Sadness/ depression. This is a comfort fic. Wayne looks after us. Wayne Munson being the father figure we all need.

Word count: 3.4k

This is a complete comfort fic that I wrote to try and make myself feel better, a concept I came up with to try and get to sleep one night. My toddler isn’t sleeping, I haven’t slept properly for days and I’m losing my mind- keep me in your thoughts as I drown in coffee.

The last thing Wayne Munson expected to see when he pulled up to his trailer at 4am after his monthly half shift was your car; he especially didn't expect to see you sat stationary within the car, staring blankly up towards the dark trailer home. He frowns as he cuts the engine to his beat up truck, grabs his trusty brown thermos and metal lunchbox before he climbs out of the truck. When his eyes fix on you again, he sees that you haven't moved even an inch, not even acknowledging his approach. Your chin rests on your arm slung over the wheel, body slumped down in your seat with a vacant expression on your face, eyes heavy and pained. He can tell immediately that something isn't right with you, your body language completely thrown off as you stare into the void, unaware of everything around you.

He'd seen you look like this only once before, but Eddie had mentioned in passing that you'd had 'episodes' one or two times before, something about trauma, something that had haunted you from a few years back. Wayne was a simple man and didn't pretend to know what any of that meant, nor would he intrude and ask you about it when you so clearly didn't want to open up about what was plaguing you. He figured better people with bigger brains than he would be the only people that could understand what you were going through, but he'd try his best to help you where he could.

Wayne knows better than to make you jump in your impaired state and so he tried to delicately walk over to your car, putting himself directly in your eye line so that you wouldn't be alarmed once you realised he was there. It takes a minute or so for your eyes to focus on him, flicking over at the slow movement in your peripheral vision. Your shock at seeing him makes his eyes pull tight together in a squint, fighting the urge to frown at your unusual behaviour.

He walks over to your car door and finally takes in your appearance, the crease lines in his face getting deeper as he frowns once again, seeing that you are in no way dressed appropriately for the bitter cold, wearing only a pair of lounge shorts and an oversized band shirt that he instantly recognises as his nephew's.

You wind the window down as Wayne leans in, careful to be gentle with you as he sees the glassy, pained look still overwhelming your face, even after you'd broken out of your trance.

"What're you doing here girl? Got your key don't ya?" He says, trying his hardest to keep his tone balanced and his voice gentle; not an easy feat for a self proclaimed gruff, southern born hick like Wayne.

Wayne cringes as he feels the low temperature inside your car, the cold drifting out from your rolled down window. Somehow the inside of your car was even colder than the crisp, early morning air outside. Only then did Wayne remember you complaining that the heat and the ac in your car had busted a couple of weeks ago, but you couldn't afford to get it fixed right away on account of your 'full time student and part time waitress' salary.

You stare at him for a lingering moment, not even making a single attempt to reply as you usually would, the only sign that you had heard him at all was a subtle twitch of your eye. You eventually turn to look away, averting your gaze from his concerned eyes to stare back towards the trailer which was pitch black inside with no sign of life.

"I didn't know what to do," you said quietly, your voice timid and weak as you fought to push out your thoughts. "I remembered what you said about coming over anytime I needed to not be alone, but then I remembered the date and that Eddie was away at his gig. Then I remembered you said that Eddie didn't even have to be here, when you gave me the spare key. I got in my car and drove here but then I got stuck, not able to go inside because I'd be a burden but I couldn't leave either."

Wayne was quiet at he listened intently to you, giving you the time you needed to explain, knowing how hard it must be for you to speak your thoughts out loud. He silently nods gently, knowing at least partially what you were feeling as he acknowledges your troubles. He thinks it strange how often you said 'remembered' in the sentence, knowing that your words sounded uncharacteristic but he assumes that it is just you voicing your thoughts as they appeared in your head. His heart breaks a little at hearing your sad words, knowing that you must have felt real bad to have jumped in your car and drove all the way out here without thought of a jacket.

"Let's get you inside, 'fore ya catch a damn cold," he says gently, wanting to get you into the warmth as he sees goose flesh spreading across your skin and the unmistakable bounce of your leg from your body fighting the cold. He expects to be met with more resistance than you offer as you simply nod and reach for the keys that are still in the ignition. He opens the door for you, juggling his belongings in his arms as he leads you up the concrete steps to the trailer and unlocks the door, offering a tiny smile of empathy at you as he steps aside, allowing you to enter first.

As you step in, you're immediately met with stagnant warm air from the trailer being shut up all day, retaining the last slithers of heat emitted by the old space heater Wayne must have had on before he went to work. The trailer smells like home to you and immediately offers a level of comfort that you could never get anywhere else. There's a lingering smell of cigarette smoke which hangs thick in the air, mixed with a hint of Eddie's cheap cologne and old spice, old coffee and the overwhelming scent of both Eddie and Wayne, their warm natural scents mixing to create the personalised blend of the Munson trailer.

You tentatively take a seat on the couch once offered by Wayne, who immediately sets to turning on a few lamps before boiling some water for a warm drink for you both, throwing down his lunchbox and thermos on the counter in the process. He grabs two mugs from the cabinet, but immediately changes his mind as he thinks of way to cheer you up. He walks past you to reach for one of his many display mugs, grabbing your favourite of the bunch and rinses it in the sink before setting the two mugs aside to make a drink. He begins to pull out the coffee but stops himself, knowing that the last thing you need is a blast of caffeine in your system and so he reached for the small box of tea that he kept in just for you, pulling out your preferred flavour as he makes the drinks.

He takes a look at you as he waits for the water to boil, finally seeing you in the light that he'd turned on as you entered. Your eyes look dark and sunken, dark purple circles formed underneath your once sparkly eyes, telling him that you hadn't slept a wink. Your hair was haphazardly thrown up into a messy bun, faint smudges of mascara were present under your eyes and overall you looked thoroughly exhausted.

When he walks over to you, he's delicate with his approach, offering the tea out to you with a gentle smile. He notices your eyes widening slightly once you spot the special mug and a small smile tugs at your lips which he's thankful for as it means your coming out of your dark place. You mumble a thank you as you cradle the warm Star Wars mug in your hands, the heat rolling through your cold and shivering body.

"You wanna talk about it?" He says quietly, taking a seat and bringing his own mug to his lips. He sees a frown form on your eyebrows before your eyes close and you shake your head no at his suggestion. He simply nods, respecting your decision and giving you the grace of not asking any follow up questions.

"I'm sorry," your little voice says after a few silent moments.

"Don't ever be sorry, you did the right thing by coming here darlin," Wayne replies sweetly, to which you reply with a kind and grateful smile. "You're welcome here night or day."

Neither of you speaks for a moment, though it's a comfortable shared silence rather than an awkward interlude.

"So how come you ain't with Eddie at his gig?" Wayne asks a few moments later, taking another sip of his coffee. Your eyes flash with angst again and he suddenly regrets asking as your face drops slightly, not realising that his question could trigger you.

"I had an exam, couldn't get out of it," you shrugged gently, not managing to lift your eyes up from their fixed point upon your mug, watching the steam rise from the hot tea inside.

"You do okay?" Wayne asks, feeling a little awkward at asking. Eddie had always been a handful, especially when it came to doing his homework and anything academic, and Wayne's questioning of how projects went or finals or whatever else had fallen on deaf ears many years ago.

You nodded gently in reply, a little apprehensive maybe, "yeah I think so, it was only after when things started to go bad."

Wayne knew immediately that you were referring to your episode earlier, and his heart ached more for the girl in front of him who seemed so broken down, the girl he had grown to care for like a daughter. You fell quiet again, staring into space looking so exhausted you could drop down where you sat.

"Tell ya what, why don't ya go lay down in Eddie's room for a while, take your tea with yer," Wayne suggests, leaning forward slightly as he talked, not quiet reaching out to you but feeling a little closer to do so. "I'll make us some grub once you wake up."

You immediately begin to weakly protest, already feeling like a burden but Wayne shuts it down quickly. "Ain't no different then having Eddie here, 'cept you got a better sense of hygiene and noise control," he joked, earning a chuckle from you. "I'll be right through here if you need anything, ain't sleeping yet and I ain't going anywhere." His voice was still gentle but his words held a level of insistence which meant you couldn't question him, knowing he was being entirely honest.

"Uncle Wayne, thank you," you smiled gently, standing up off the couch and making your way through to the familiar back room, carrying your mug, before closing the door.

Stepping into Eddie's room without him here felt a little odd, but the sight of the room alone was enough to comfort you even more. Cigarette smell lingered here too, mixed with the faint whiff of marijuana, Eddie's cheap cologne and a general boy smell which wasn't entirely unpleasant. His guitar, sweetheart, was missing off the wall, along with two of the three amps that were usually littered around on the limited floor space.

You placed your mug on the nightstand, beside the ashtray, and didn't hesitate to throw yourself down onto the bed, pulling the sheets up high so that you were essentially cocooned in them. The sheets smelt perfectly like Eddie. Bringing them up to your nose to scent him, you felt instantly calmer by the second.

You could hear the faint murmur of the tv in the lounge, knowing that Wayne would probably be watching the 5am news or a repeat of his favourite western, the Comancheros. The knowledge of him being right outside was enough to comfort you even more, knowing that you weren't alone anymore.

For the first time since your episode began, you felt like you could actually finally fall asleep; the comfy bed, the lingering scent of Eddie all around you and the soft comforter all equated to your relaxed, happy state. Your tired eyes closed on their own accord, suddenly overwhelmed by the heaviness that pulled at them and without any hesitation or conscious effort, you slipped into a deep sleep, putting the bad day behind you.

Only a few hours later, early in the morning when Eddie's van roared up the dirt road towards the trailer, music turned down only slightly from its usual blaring volume, until it came to a sharp stop right outside his trailer. He frowned when he saw not only your car but his uncles truck parked outside, not expecting either of you to be there when he got back.

He stepped into the trailer and immediately spotted his uncle lounging in his armchair, a western playing on the old tv, without any sign of you.

Eddie nods to his uncle in greeting, before opening his mouth to question your whereabouts until Wayne instantly brings his finger to his lips, attempting to silence the boy from speaking too loudly. He didn't say anything in the moment, merely pointing towards the closed door leading to Eddie's room, hoping that he'd catch what he was trying to say.

Eddie nods his head, frowning a moment later as he realised what must have happened and that he wasn't here to help.

"You're back early boy," Wayne states, reaching for the tv remote to mute it, reaching out to grab a cigarette from the pack before lighting it, watching his nephew do the same thing only moments behind him after placing down the guitar in it's carrier by the small table.

"Gig was cancelled, burst pipe, never even made it on stage," Eddie mumbled, clearly annoyed at the facts he was relaying.

"There's always next time son," Wayne replies, taking a drag of his cigarette, earning a gentle nod from his nephew. "She's asleep, told her to get down in your room."

At the mention of you, Eddie's eyes flicker to the closed door of his bedroom, a warmth filling his gut at the thought of you sleeping in his room, especially without him there. Though he hated the thought of you suffering alone, disliking the thought of it happening when he wasn't here to help a little too much, the fact that you sought out him and his home gave him a little possessive buzz.

"Thanks Wayne, for, yanno," he couldn't quite get the words out that he wanted to say, feeling a little uncomfortable at the emotional weight in the conversation. Wayne understands, he always does and gives Eddie a nod that tells him everything, the look in his eyes conveying his affection for you, especially the way that it silently says 'I'd do it for you too'.

Eddie puts out his cigarette and with one last thankful look towards his uncle, creeps down the hall to his bedroom and slides open the door, trying desperately not to spook you.

It's dark in the room, the only light peeking through the window is from the street light a few meters away that shines rays of light over you thanks to his broken blinds.

He feels a little creepy watching you sleep but he can't resist, seeing you cocooned in his own sheets looking blissfully peaceful, the demons you carried not haunting your dreams. Your hair is spread across the pillow and there's a brief moment where he is genuinely excited that his sheets will smell like you the next night.

He doesn't fully undress, only throws off his shoes and the jeans that were still heavy and filled with ticket stubs and random change that he'd accumulated on the journey to the venue and then straight back. He's delicate as he climbs into bed beside you, praying he doesn't disturb you or worse, frighten you.

He sucks in a breath when he feels you move, no doubt sensing the presence behind you and for a moment he holds his breath, trying to stay completely still.

"Eddie?" You murmur sleepily, the hopefulness in your voice making his heart beat just a little harder at the sound.

"M'here princess," he says gently, pressing his hand delicately to your shoulder. He lets out a little noise of content when you turn over in bed and snuggle down into his chest, bringing your warmth with you. The pair of you cuddling wasn't entirely unheard of, but Eddie was certain it had never been this intimate before, not that he was complaining.

"Wanna talk?" He offers after a few moments of silence, sensing that your breathing hadn't returned to your peaceful sleep pattern. You shake your head on his chest and try to snuggle further down, secretly inhaling more of his scent as you sought comfort that only he could provide.

"How was your gig?" You mumbled, sleepiness still making you slur your words just a little, feeling as if speaking in full was too much effort.

"Got cancelled princess, s'why I'm back," he explains gently. His ringed hand has started to absently rub back and forth across your back and you wish he'd never stop doing it.

"What time is it?" You ask, sitting up just enough to look at him, though you could only really make out his outline in the darkness. You frown, suddenly realising that Eddie was back much, much earlier than you'd anticipated and his words of explanation slowly sunk in. "It got cancelled, why?"

Once again, Eddie feels like the grinch with his heart expanding in significant increments, feeling it grow and swell at your distraught tone. You actually cared that the gig was cancelled.

"Pipe burst," he says with a shrug, a much calmer reaction to the news than he'd had only a few hours ago when he'd gone ballistic and kicked the tyres of his van.

"I'm sorry Eddie, you were really excited." He smiles down at you, even if you can't see it. Suddenly feeling overwhelming affection for you. He shrugs again and pulls you closer, holding on to you just a little tighter.

"So, do you come here often without me? Think I might be developing a complex here princess." Even in the dark you can hear the smirk in his voice and you use your head to jab him just a little in the ribs at his insinuation.

"Better when you're here," you mumble, resting your head again against his soft body. "Just needed you."

Eddie bites back a smile, knowing that you would never dare say that in the light of day but somehow between the darkness and the late, or early, hour, everything said between you both seems like a secret, your own little world created where nothing is out of bounds.

"How did your exam go?" He asks, still slowly running his ringer fingers across your back.

"Sssh, too much talking," you say with a smile, not wanting to think about the day before. He understands, it was a Munson's best quality after all to know when talking wasn't beneficial; when being arrested, in an argument with your woman and just occasionally when the moment was so perfect no words would be good enough.

"Coffees on me in the morning," he says, his eyes closing as he feels your breathing even out again, your body sinking further into him as sleep begins to take over.

"Mmmm, sounds nice," you say lightly, the tiredness and proximity to sleep so clear in your voice that it makes Eddie smile out into the dark room.

"Donuts too," he adds, kissing the top of your head as it rests on his chest, feeling prouder than he'd ever felt before. You'd found comfort in him and in turn he'd found comfort in you too, both of you slowly sailing off to sleep surrounded by each other, the pains of the day before disappearing entirely.

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baby-yongbok · 1 year ago

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Planting Seeds

Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Genre - Smutty Hard thought drabble, Filthy

Word Count: 938

A/N: Wrote this at 4am after taking a Benadryl, Enjoy?😭

Warnings & Summary under the cut ✨Masterlist✨

Summary: Hyunjin had a good day and filling you up will make it a hundred times better.

Warnings: The entire theme of this is breeding, Cum Fetish, Rough sex, overstimulation, Multiple orgasms, Choking

Reader is called: Princess, Slut, Angel, Good Girl, Baby

Hyunjin is called: My Prince

You two have been at it all evening. Licking, sucking, and fucking for at least four hours straight. You’ve lost count of how many times Hyunjin has filled your hole with is cum and then fucked it back into you until he was ready to give you the next load. When he got home earlier he was happy, ecstatic even, he told you all about his wonderful day and what he thought would make it a million times better. He told you how badly he wanted to fill your cunt with his load and how he just knew you could take it like a good little slut. He praised you as you undressed for him telling you how badly he wanted to breed you. His hungry eyes took in every inch of you carefully indulging in the show you put on for him, to him you were just begging him to plant his seed in you. Maybe it was the way you wiggled your full hips as you took your skirt off or the seductive smirk that you flashed his way when your tits dropped from under your tank top but he swore that you were begging him to fill your womb.

That’s how you ended up here, your knees to your chest and Hyunjin’s hands on either side of your head as he pounded into you mercilessly for the millionth time tonight. You were completely fucked out and I mean completely, your eyes are rolled back and your tongue is hanging out of your mouth as drool runs down your chin. Your jaw hangs slack as moans and borderline screams fill the air. He’s been abusing your g-spot for so long that you swear it’s the most swollen that it’s ever been. His face is dripping sweat that puddles in between your breast and rolls down your stomach, his jaw is clenched tight as his grunts of pleasure tangle with your moans.

“That’s it, just one fucking more.” His head falls forward and a wicked sexy smile pulls at his lips when he looks back up into your clouded eyes. “You can fucking do it”

“I-” You’re cut off by a deep moan falling from your lips as your sixth (?) orgasm crashes over you.

“I c-can't take-” You’re cut off by a moan once again and Hyunjin clicks his tongue at you in amusement.

“You’re doing so well, angel.” He moves both of his hands to cage around your throat applying a bit of pressure to the sides making you groan out in ecstasy. “Take my cock, yeah? Need you carrying my baby.”

A deep chuckle left his lips before his brows furrowed and his eyes closed tight. His tongue dipped out of his mouth to lick his lips then he stuck it out further as if he was trying to taste something imaginary. His eye’s snap open when he feels his orgasm approaching and he quickly adjusts the position so that your hips are being held up off of the bed by him with your feet planted on the mattress. His hands grip your waist, hungry fingers digging into your flesh.

“You’re gonna take my cum, angel? Gonna let me put a baby in you?” You moan out loudly, one hand grabbing desperately at the sheets and the other digging into the muscle of Hyunjin’s forearm.

“Yes yes, please give it to me. Please, my prince, I need it.” You were a cum drunk mess who barely knew what they were saying. All you knew is that your man was making you feel pleasure that you were certain came from a different astral plane and you would do anything to feel the warmth of him filling you again.

“That’s. My. Good. Girl” He punctuated each word with a rough thrust into your cunt that left you a breathless mess as your hand let go of the sheets and grabbed a fist full of your hair. “Take every drop of my- fuck, here you go, baby”

His thrusts got slopper and his face was contorted with pleasure as his cum shot into you again, mixing with the arousal from his previous creampies. “So fucking pretty.”

Hyunjin groaned as he slowly pulled out of you watching his seed drip from your cunt. He took two fingers and stuffed the dripping cum back into you as he slowly jerked himself off. He winced at the overstimulation with a sinister smirk on his face. “Gotta make sure that I gave you every last drop, right angel?”

You moan in response as you try to catch your breath. You blink up at the ceiling that’s bathed in warm orange light from your sunset lamp and try your best to focus your vision. “Is my girl alright?”

You shake your head before whimpering a small ‘yes’ and moving your hair from in front of your face. You whine at the sensation of Hyunjin finger fucking your entrance, desperate for the overstimulation that hurts so good to stop.

“I- I can’t take anymore” Hyunjin grins at you before shaking his head and slowly removing his fingers from your abused cunt. He brings the fingers covered in his cum up to his mouth and sucks on them slowly, his eyes flutter shut and he moans at the taste of your mixed arousals.

“Fuck” He whispers sharply once he’s done cleaning his fingers, He takes a deep breath and leans back on his knees trying to calm himself down a bit and transition his headspace.

“You did such an amazing job for me, princess. Let me get you cleaned up and maybe we can get something to eat? How’s that sound?”

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junityy · 7 months ago

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summer nights ٠ ࣪⭑ 심재윤

pairing. boyfriend!jake x gn!reader genre. fluff, established relationship wc. 800 note. i literally wrote this at like 4am therefore this is disgustingly cheesy and delusional !!! be warned

Zipping up your sweater jacket (which wasn't exactly yours) once you arrive at the somewhat small river, your inner self simply thanks Jake for convincing you to put on a jacket before leaving earlier. And the fact that it was (yet again) one of his jackets was just a bonus.

“You cold?” he questions when he turns to look at you, only to be met with you quickly shaking your head in response.

It's a summer night, so it isn't exactly cold or hot - but rather comfortable and kinda warm. Which pretty much explains why you decided to randomly hang by the river again, as it basically became your spot by now; even more so every summer. You specifically love coming here right as it gets dark every time, something about it feeling kinda special when you're with Jake. And he knew which is why he grew to love these random dates too - and whether these are ‘actual’ dates could be up for discussion, but to him (and you) they were, so that's all that really matters.

“Next time we should bring a blanket.” Jake notes when both of you lie down on the grass and look at the sky. Even without stars to admire, you enjoyed staying like this for a while. “Probably.” you scoff, though feeling perfectly fine without a blanket beneath you.

Watching the clouds in comfortable silence beside Jake, you can't help but have sudden flashbacks; causing you to giggle quietly.

“Do you remember the first time we came here?” you laugh in, what you would probably call a tiny bit of embarrassment, as your mind goes back to almost two years ago. So does Jake's, and soon the cherished memory can't help but put a smile on his face yet again. He loves thinking back to it, especially since that was kinda the highlight of your very first date (and the several ones following; including this one, too).

“Like it was yesterday.” he laughs along, even letting out a giggle which you so love to hear every time. “It was perfect.” he quietly adds as the laughter fades out naturally, yet both his and your smile remains.

“You know, I actually fell in love with you that day.” you so casually share and quietly giggle again; almost causing Jake to choke on air in the meantime. You remember it so vividly, when you were here and looked at him and.. oh. It hit you like a train - you were actually in love with him. Like, in love. Like the crush upgraded to full-blown romantic feelings and you had just realized.

“You're so cheesy.” he only laughs, and before you can even blink, he simply adds “I love you.” just as casually.

You may have been in a relationship for almost two years, but still every time Jake tells you he loves you, you feel like going crazy. His first confession was pretty much the most beautiful thing you've ever heard, but little did you know the countless following I love you's would drive you just as nuts. And, - very needless to say - the exact same went for him.

“Oh shut up.” you return in a playful manner, quickly followed by a genuine “I love you more.” that lets your own heartbeat increase a little. Impossible, Jake only thinks to himself.

Turning your head and immediately making eye contact with him, you fail to hide an even bigger smile. Oh god. You really do love him and his insanely contagious smile.

However, before either of you can say anything, you suddenly hear a light thunder from afar and can easily figure out what's coming next as you break eye contact to look back up.

“Should we leave?” you calmly ask with your eyes on the sky - which is now visibly darker than before. Though still rather light, more and more thunder appears, and you and Jake seem to listen rather than talk at all. Some could probably say you look insane calmly listening to the thunder together as if it was your favorite song playing instead, but it's moments like these that you so love and cherish - both of you.

Still, almost as if there was an imaginary count to three, the two of you simultaneously respond with a laid back “Nah.” to the question you asked before; which is immediately followed by shared laughter.

But oh boy, you will probably remember this date especially well.

🌧

Safe to say, neither of you went home dry that night, but rather drenched in rain. On the bright side though (although you didn't have any complaints in the first place), you came back loving Jake a little more than when you first left that night, and you were certain to wake up tomorrow and love him even more.

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moodymisty · 6 months ago

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Good night! I hope you are well 💖 how are you? I am a little nervous when making a request, English is not my native language and I use Google Translate to write this, sorry for any errors this message may have.

I love your writing, I love them! I always check to see if you uploaded something new, I'm very happy to be able to make a request on this occasion. If it's not too much to ask, please I would like some Sanguinius. Maybe finding out that his wife is pregnant during the turbulent times of the heresy? Or something related to him being able to feel that his partner is ovulating as mentioned in a previous post?

Thank you very much for your attention! May you have sweet dreams 🌙

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's note: As much as I like the idea of hawkboy and his pregnant beloved, the ladder interested me and I need to put more primarch fucking into the world, so here. Enjoy, I wrote this at like 4am so sorry if it's a bit incoherent.

Relationships: Sanguinius/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Breeding kink, Ovulating, Creampie, Size difference, Just porn without a plot

"My love,"

Sanguinius had said once his men begun to return to their duties, leaving you both alone in the room. You looked up at him confused as to why he sounded so, exasperated. The glow of the holotable illuminated your skin and his armor, the primary source of light in the room.

"What?" You looked up at him almost worried; Had you done something?

He looked down at you, his wings tucked close to his body. His armor bulks up his silhouette considerably; He seemed so massive as you looked up at him. Sometimes it is easy for you to forget how truly overwhelming he really was.

"I beg of you to think of something else, until we have a bit more time to ourselves."

Your lips parted slightly as your brow furrowed, trying to pick apart what he'd said. "Think of something else?" You mimicked, trying to think his sentence through. Sanguinius sighed and looked away for a moment.

"My love, I can smell how wet you are."

Your face changed suddenly as he spoke to you quietly but firmly.

You hadn't realized he would be able to tell, it never entered your mind. You'd been aroused and barely able to keep track of your own thoughts all day, but you had thought it just something to keep secret to yourself until it blew over.

You looked away and pursed your lips, but any attempt to press your thighs together only seemed to worsen the throbbing between your legs. Sanguinius looked down at you with an unreadable expression, before he cleared his throat.

"Go back to our quarters. I will meet you there once I can get free of this debacle." Sanguinius' fleet had run into a myriad of issues that had taken up a good portion of his time, and it seemed to be wearing on his nerves; Especially when he realized that his beloved was wanting for him.

You nodded and scurried off; To wait for your angel to come to you once he was free.

Once Sanguinius had returned to his private quarters and thus to you, the clothes you had been wearing hadn't survived the minutes after. They were nothing more than ribbons and chunks of fabric strewn about, after his strength had torn them off of you like little more than parchment to be thrown away.

But while he has to be gentle to keep your body from falling apart beneath him, this time he was far less soft than he usually was; Throwing you onto his massive bed with little fanfare and then tearing your clothes apart. You hadn't minded, if anything gasping in the shock of cool air hitting your skin before suddenly his hot skin pressed against your own, pulling you underneath him.

You heard the way he hummed approvingly as you presented yourself to him, silently begging him to get on with it. You wanted him, more than anything, and after so long of waiting you were begging like he held your life in his hands.

Face down ass up, your beloved angel ruts into you like an animal, as you hear air whistling through his feathers each time his wings shift behind him. His head lays close to your own, as close as it can given the sizable difference in height. His breath is hot against your skin as he whispers.

"My little one, you just want it all, don't you? You can't give me a moment of peace."

You can't control your own body completely, it was that time and your mind was clouded, no matter how much you tried to keep yourself on task. You just wanted him, all the time, anytime you've seem him these past few days you were silently begging he just throw you over something and fuck you with no care about the consequences.

"Do you want me to give you a child, my love?"

He hears the way you mewl and cry underneath him, nails scratching the skin on his arms to hold yourself close to him. His cock fills you to the brim, like you're always teetering on the edge of too much.

But while you were the one who spurred this one, who was desperate, Sanguinius also seems to be effected as he breathlessly mutters; His hips hitting against your ass with an audible slap every time.

"I'll fuck you every day and every night until it finally takes."

He can see on your shoulders and neck the little scars of bite marks, where you'd given yourself to him, or where he'd taken it in the fit of pleasure. He has never asked for your blood, but you always offer it to him. He has nigh untenable strength when it comes to the Red Thirst, but while he doesn't need your blood, he won't deny the satisfaction it brings him to taste you.

You writhe and mewl underneath him, whispering his name over and over again. His cock brushes against the deeps parts inside of you, stretching you in the way only he can as you beg for more more more.

"Sanguinius, please,"

He feels you tighten around him, body so hot and wound that it doesn't take long to push you over the edge. You hear his deep breaths in your ear, feel his hair against your skin as he covers you. Your whole world is almost entirely in his shadow, from both his body and his wings.

"You will be the perfect mother," He utters through his groan, feeling himself teetering just on the verge. You hear him hiss through his teeth as he finally finishes inside of you, his hot skin pressing against your own. One of his hands grips your hip tight and keeps you close to him, until he finally stops throbbing inside of you.

When he slowly pulls out, it's hard not to whine from the empty feeling, as well as the distinct feeling of his own cum slipping down your already slick thighs.

Now able to reach your face without such an awkward angle Sanguinius leans down to kiss your neck just below your ear, feeling the soft skin and your blood pulsing just underneath.

"I need to be back to my sons, they will surely be wondering where I am already."

He laments leaving you like this, tired and well fucked, but he already took more time to himself that he was allowed in this busy time. His legion had been coming across issue after issue that required his attention, and while he takes solace in the moment he just stole with you, he needs to return to his legion.

"I'll see you again once I'm cleaned up," You say, looking up at him with soft eyes and flushed skin. Sanguinius laughs.

"I'm almost tempted to say no; The last time you came to see me, we ended up here." You smile at him and laugh, having turned over onto your back underneath him.

Sanguinius leans down and presses his lips against the soft skin beneath your ear again, gently sucking and kissing before scraping his teeth against it. You mewl, hands wrapping in his hair as your thighs unconsciously part for him. You want more, he's already made your body start to yearn for him all over again with just a simple touch.

"I'll be finished with this all soon, and then I promise you my full attention, my love. I will make true on my earlier words."

#sanguinius x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #primarch x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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daisyychainssj · 11 months ago

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Absolutely nobody was wondering my opinion on this but I wrote this out in my drafts last night at like 4am so here is my order of the eggs heights! It’s very real and canon and I will not be taking any criticism (I’m kidding please tell me your thoughts and opinions if you’d like to! 🤲🏻🩷)

First of all, to me, the eggs are still young so when I’m saying any of them are “tall” I mean tall in comparison to their siblings not in comparison to the adult islanders. I think at best the taller of the bunch reach a bit above their parents waists. They’re still babies to me 🤏🏻

🎩 Dapper - T A L L for his age. I like to think this is because of the hc that bad, being a demon, is intimidatingly tall but is able to change how tall he appears like in front of the eggs for example as to not scare them. Also the hc that the eggs take on physical attributes of their parents so I like to think dapper has taken on bad’s height

🥀 Tallulah - This may be controversial to some people but she’s a Tall Girlie™️ to me. She was VERY small when Wilbur found her in the attic due to being malnourished. However, when she began being cared for properly, eating and sleeping correctly she began to grow pretty fast! Also spending all of her first couple of days out of the attic around Wilbur and becoming quickly attached to him she took on a lot of his attributes, noticeably his height

🐼 Leonarda - Kinda on the tall side but is pretty much the expected height for her age. Had a growth spurt earlier than most of her siblings so was the tallest for a while but when her first growth spurt ended her siblings’ began and now she’s happily average height wise which she doesn’t mind because she likes being small enough to be her pa’s (ONLY) baby but also she likes being tall enough that the younger ones remember that she is older and was here first!

⚙️ Ramon - Baby boy made in heaven by god himself has always been a little shorty among the original eggs. He’s never minded and still doesn’t. Fit assures him that he’s still got plenty of time to grow! Which is true! they’re all still young but he’s not stressed about it either way. Being smaller means he can sneak into places others can’t to have a snoop around and get into the smaller areas of his machines and projects

🐥 Chayanne - WAS the tallest of the original eggs and Tallulah, Richas and Pomme when they showed up but eventually his siblings hit growth spurts faster than he did. He’s not super upset about it and still feels like he needs to and is still able to fulfil his role of big brother even if he is smaller than them now. Apart from Richas who he is still taller than and he will absolutely happily point it out to him every opportunity he can

🍎 Pomme - Small but mighty! Pomme hasn’t really had any noticeable growth spurts yet. She’s petite but boy can she wield ANY weapon with confidence no matter how big or heavy. She puts on the front that she doesn’t like being on the smaller end of the scale compared to her siblings but truthfully she kinda likes that her parents can pick her up and hold her like they were able to when they first found her. When times were simpler and she didn’t have to constantly be paranoid and anticipating the next bad thing that’s going to happen and carry the weight of the world on her little shoulders and feeling like she has to protect everyone she loves. So yeah she’s short but she doesn’t really mind at all

🐮 Richas - Wants to be tall SO bad but the poor little eggy just isn’t. Shortest of all his older siblings and absolutely furious about it. If anyone brings up the fact that he’s short he WILL throw a tantrum about it and will probably kick you in the shin but that’s what you get for saying he’s small when he so clearly isn’t!!! (he is)

~ The New Babies ~

💎 Sunny - Small lil baby compared to the older eggs but taller than both of the newer eggs. They just give me the energy of being tall for their age but not by a lot ya know just like a bit above average for her age bracket

🥞 Em - Tiny baby, little baby with pancakes on her head. So small but will slap you upside the head with her frying pan so don’t be deceived by her littleness. She’s hoping she’ll grow a bit soon because she’s tired of having to ask her mum’s to pick her up to reach hard to reach places in her room whilst decorating

🍿 Pepito - Just the absolutely tiniest baby. Could fit in the palm of my hand, the tip of my finger even. No Pepito has ever been as small as this Pepito

#qsmp #qsmp eggs #q!dapper #q!tallulah #q!leonarda #q!ramon #q!pomme #q!chayanne #q!richarlyson #q!sunny #q!empanada #q!pepito #qsmp rambling

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hollandroos · 1 year ago

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I'm not sure if this is the right place for this so I apologize in advance 💗 I was hoping you could please write a Hotch fluff piece where him and the reader are navigating the first few weeks with their newborn? The reader's first baby and Aaron's second.

I hope you and the baby are doing well 💗

ahhh i saw this ask & i was so excited to write this that I wrote it at 2am so I hope its good! although i can hardly remember the newborn phase now but i vividly remember crawling into my boyfriends room every single night in tears asking for help because i was so tired & i swear my baby never ever slept 😂🫠

i hope you like this!

If there was anything that you had learnt since becoming a mom, it was that everyone who’d told you ‘sleep when the baby sleeps’ was a liar. The baby hardly ever slept and when she did - it was in yours or Aaron’s arms.

Daisy squirms lightly, letting out small coos to show that she was still awake. Still.

You felt so guilty as you slipped into Aaron’s bedroom- even though he’d told you countless times to wake him if you ever needed to, and begged you not to feel guilty you couldn’t help it.

You knew how important it was that he got enough sleep and remained vigilant considering his line of work so you had a tendency to push yourself to your breaking point before crawling through his doors.

He was absolutely amazing with Daisy. After taking a whole month off to be with you guys and Jack he’d finally gone back to work last week and yes, it was hitting you a little harder then you’d expected.

During that first month you’d taken it in shifts - Aaron would look after your sweet Daisy from around 8pm-2am and you’d take her from 2am until he woke up for the day. And it worked really well - however now that he was back at work you pretty much did the night shift alone and yeah, it was lonely and only getting around 2 hours of sleep a night wasn’t the best.

It didn't help that the two of you slept in seperate bedrooms now too to allow him to get his sleep.

Having a daughter that refused to sleep unless she was being held by either one of you was rough, but both of you adored her dearly. However that didn’t make the long nights easier.

“Aaron?” You say softly, trying to stop yet another round of tears from spilling over. God, you needed to sleep. You’d probably had 4 hours sleep in the last two days? Maybe three days now? wait - what day was it? when was the last time you changed clothes?

“Aaron, please.” You beg.

Aaron jolts a little before realising it’s just you. The man let’s out a tired groan and blinks rapidly, trying to make out the time on the alarm clock.

“Honey? are you okay? what time is it?”

It didn’t take a profiler to see how upset you were. Even then - he heard it in your voice before he saw it. Your throat was dry and hoarse, and the second Aaron turned the lamp on he noticed your swollen eyes and tear stained cheeks. His heart broke ever so slightly at the sight.

“It’s 4am. I know you have to go to work in a couple hours but please, please can you watch her for just two hours so I can get some rest. I-I haven’t slept at all and everytime I put her down she just cries and I feel like I’m going insane.”

Aaron doesn’t even hesitate to slide out of the bed. He’d had 6 hours of sleep - that was more than enough for him. And probably 6 hours more then you'd had.

“Of course I can.” He takes the newborn from your arms and you relax a little. “You’re not doing anything wrong, honey, she’s a newborn. This is just what she does. It’s not you. Why didn’t you tell me you were struggling this much? You need to let me help you, sweetheart,”

“Why- why can’t I handle it? I’m her mum Aaron i’m supposed - im supposed to be able to handle this. I feel like i’m failing.”

“You’re her mum, but you’re also human. No one can handle this much sleep deprivation. You’re a fantastic mum to both Daisy and Jack and you’re doing your best.”

He places Daisy down on the bed softly and pulls your shaking frame into his arms. Just like that you immediately break out into tears again, having missed his warm embrace. All the guilt you were feeling for waking him melts away with each gentle kiss to your forehead.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” He repeats softly until you stop shaking in his arms and for a second he wonders if you’ve fallen asleep standing up. “You lay down for a couple hours, I’ve got Daisy.”

He picks up the newborn again and she coos softly in his arms, snuggling into daddies embrace. You lay down without wasting another second and you swear the moment you close your eyes you're fast asleep.

And Aaron didn’t know how he did it, but somehow, nearly a whole two hours later he managed to get sweet little Daisy to sleep. Light snores fell from delicate newborn lips. Ever so carefully he places the baby down in her bassinet right next to you and places her pacifier in with a gentle pop.

He knew things were tough now, but he also knew that they were bound to get better and that this season the two of you were in was only temporary.

With a small kiss on each of your foreheads he slips out of the door, excited to get the day over with so he can return to his girls later,

#Aaron hotchner #Aaron hotchner fanfic #Aaron hotchner fanfiction #Aaron hotchner imagine #Aaron hotchner x reader #Aaron hotchner x reader insert #criminal minds

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magpie-to-the-morning · 2 years ago

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Close - An Insatiable Extra

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x Frankie Morales x Reader

Word count: 2k

Tags: Edging, bondage, orgasm denial, Mean!Dom Santi vibes, a bit of inspection kink, choking if you squint, fingering, oral sex, PiV sex, fluff

Author’s Note: This oneshot only exists because of @radiowallet. My love. My pumpkin wife. Thank you for bringing me back to my boys. I genuinely wasn’t sure if I’d ever write for them again. 🥹

And a huge thank you to @acrossthesestars for beta-reading this filth, much of which I wrote in a haze at 4am 😅

Missed Part One? You can read it here. Which, if you’re not familiar with the worldbuilding and relationships in Insatiable, you may want to check out! This one does mostly stand on its own, other than a few references to the three of them being mates.

“Deseito, please.”

You lean into him, a half smile teasing your lips. “Please what, Frankie?”

Leather creaks as he leans helplessly towards you, his brown eyes large and pleading.

“Let me touch you.”

You almost weaken at the sight of him straining against his bonds to get to you. It’s hard to resist him like this - his arms pinioned above him, his brow shining with sweat, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips as he drags his hungry gaze down your naked form. He’s mostly bare himself, only a rumpled sheet half-covering his lap. When his cock twitches beneath it, you groan and move towards him - only to be caught around the waist by a pair of strong arms.

“What did I tell you, leoncita?”

A whimper catches in your throat. “But Santi, he’s so pretty when he begs.” You barely recognize your own voice, rasping with need and ending on a whine. His answering chuckle curls around you like smoke as you lean back against his chest, eyes locked on Frankie’s as they widen in desperation.

Santi’s lips trail down the side of your neck, making you shiver in his hold. When his teeth sink into the sensitive spot that meets your shoulder, you gasp and arch your back, one hand fisting in his wild curls. Frankie moans as your peaked nipples arch almost close enough for him to get his mouth on. You lean forward, encouraging him, craving him, but Santi draws you back with a smirk at the last moment.

“You two need to learn how to behave.”

He’s been edging the two of you for hours. It started as a game between him and Frankie - to see who could bring you closest to the edge without pushing you over. Santi hadn’t counted on how easily his partner caved to your pleas for release. If he hadn’t grabbed the other man by the jaw and hauled him from between your legs, Frankie would have made you cum on his tongue ages ago. But Santi, the competitive bastard, hadn’t wanted the game to end so soon. He’d lashed Frankie to the bed and given you both a choice. Stay in line and only cum at his say so, and he’d make your pleasure last for hours. Or, give in to temptation, cum quickly, and call it a night.

It hadn’t been a choice at all.

Still, he’s got the two of you wound tight enough to burst. Slick drips down your thighs and you press them together in a desperate search for friction. Frankie’s cock is swollen and aching, and both of you are breathing hard, half-dazed with desire and torn between need and obedience.

Santi knows it, too. Takes full advantage of how worked up the two of you are for him. He gets off on it - his two loves, following him to the razor’s edge and trusting him to keep them there. The enormity of that trust staggers him - but it doesn’t stop him being an absolute menace when he’s riled.

His fingers dip between your legs, a lazy inspection of your velvet heat. He nudges your legs wider, putting on a show while Frankie looks hungrily on. You tip your head back and roll your hips, driving yourself against Santi’s hand. You know it won’t last, that Santi is only pouring fuel on the fire, but you let yourself savor it while you can, loving the feeling of his thick fingers gliding in slow, lingering circles, the effortless way he cups your sex, his fingertips just beginning to breach your dripping center.

“She’s so wet, Frank,” he murmurs. “You gotta feel this.”

The ferocity of the glare Frankie turns on him makes the other man sigh and relent. “Fine.” He rocks back on his heels, releasing you from his hold.

You whine when his hand slips away, chasing his touch. Frankie moans and strains toward you. There’s a creaking noise as he moves and even the solid headboard starts to lean. The thought of him being so close but still so far out of reach makes you whimper.

“Shh, baby,” Santi soothes. “Go give our mate some love before he breaks something.”

“Asshole,” Frankie mutters, even as his mouth quirks up and he relaxes a fraction.

Santi leans around you to slap him affectionately on the thigh. “Watch it,” he warns, “Or I’ll fuck her right here and leave you out of it.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” You toss him a smile over your shoulder, your heart skipping a beat at Santi’s roguish wink and the sight of him licking the taste of you from his fingers. It’s impossible to say which is hotter - that, or Frankie licking his lips in anticipation at your approach, and for the thousandth time, you feel a wave of gratitude for never having to choose between them. The three of you are a unit, the bond between you only growing stronger the longer you’re together.

Throwing a leg over that same spot that Santi had smacked, you lower yourself slowly onto Frankie’s thigh, taking pleasure in his sharp intake of breath as you do so. He’s so warm and solid beneath you, his muscles flexing at your touch, the movement bringing you into even more intimate contact with him. Hands on his shoulders, you grind down against him, savoring his heat and strength.

“Hey, baby,” he grins up at you.

“Hey, love.” And then you’re kissing him. Unable to hold you, he hitches his thigh to draw you closer. His kisses are hungry, insistent, all tongue and teeth and ragged panting into your open mouth. You melt into him, one arm wound around his neck, the other dropping between you to grasp his cock. Frankie hisses at your touch, his swollen length twitching against your palm.

“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead pressed to yours as he rolls his hips and fucks your fist. “You feel so fucking good.”

“You too,” you gasp, your slick folds dragging against him. “Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t.

You could finish this way. Skin to skin and mouth to mouth, shuddering and gasping as you roll together. Frankie knows it too. Feels it, that moment when your hips begin to stutter, your movements turning sloppy, desperate. His brows draw together and he starts to swear in low, rapid Spanish. You only catch a few words, a string of muttered pleas, or possibly curses. It’s sacred. Profane. Saints and sinners, heaven and hell, blood and soul.

It’s everything.

Santi’s at your back once more, his hands on your hips and a wicked smile pursing his lips. “You’ve got a hell of a mouth on you, Fish. Need me to fill it up?”

He lifts you up just far enough to push his cock between your sex and Frankie’s thigh. It’s slick and obscene and you think you could cum just from the sight of his swollen cock jutting between your thighs. You grind down, riding both of them, grip tightening around Frankie as his brows pinch at the sight, his tether clearly about to snap.

Santi sees it too.

“That’s enough.” When neither of you slow, he hauls you bodily apart. “Don’t make me tell you again.” Stern amusement tinges his voice but you know he means it.

“God damn it, Santi!” Every part of your body crackles with frustrated energy. You feel like a live wire casting off sparks, any one of them capable of setting off the wildfire building beneath your skin.

Frankie’s no better off. He’s fighting for control, unwilling to let either of you down, despite how badly he needs to cum.

You’re not sure how much longer either of you can take this.

This time, Santi doesn’t make you wait for his next move. He puts you where he wants you - on your knees in front of him, your ass in the air, eye level with Frankie’s cock. This time you don’t wait for permission, not from Santi. You lower your mouth onto Frankie, swallowing him eagerly, and nodding encouragement when his hips buck.

“Baby,” he groans. You hum and swirl your tongue around his blunt tip. Salt and musk lay heavy on your tongue and when he bumps the back of your throat, you drool contentedly around him.

Santi wraps a hand around your hip, steadying you as he pushes into your slick heat with a low moan. He chuckles approvingly when you push back against him.

“This what you needed?”

“Mmf-hmmm,” you mumble around Frankie’s cock, your nods pushing him even deeper down your throat. He gives a strangled groan and his hips jerk.

“Shit, I’m so close.”

Your skin feels tight, tingling, as you hang suspended between them, filled to the brim and so close to the bright edge of release. You can feel it barreling towards you as they move in tandem, white-hot pleasure building deep inside and threatening to burst behind your eyes.

When your inner walls begin to flutter, Santi wraps a hand around your throat and growls “don’t you do it.”

You close your eyes and breathe deeply not to cum just from that.

It’s only when you wrestle back control that you realize they’ve both gone still. Santi to prolong your torment, and Frankie because he knows if he so much as twitches, he’ll cum straight down your throat. Your cunt is throbbing with need and tears prick behind your eyes. You’re at the end of your rope, and Frankie’s fraying fast.

Carefully, you ease back and off of him and turn pleading eyes to your other mate.

“Santi, I love you, but if you don’t let us cum we might actually die.”

He lays one hand on your cheek, eyes softening when you lean into his touch. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”

Leaning in, he kisses you soft and slow, then nods towards Frankie’s bound hands. “Go on, then.”

Before you can even reach for the belt, Frankie twists himself free, as if it weren’t leather restraining him, but only Santi’s word. He’s on you in a rush, scooping you onto his lap in grasping Santi’s shoulder to pull him closer in the same rough movement.

They fuck you between them, their cocks gliding in and out and together until you writhe as one in an eager, desperate rhythm. Your kisses grow sloppy as you gasp and cling, one set of teeth scraping over your jaw while another tongue plunders your open mouth. It’s slick and needy and then -

And then your breath catches, pleasure spiraling to a molten pinpoint, then exploding like a star. You shake and tremble in their arms, only their sweat-slick limbs propping your liquid body up as you dissolve between them. Frankie groans, nearly undone, and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, a look of martyred focus on his face, but Santi grasps the back of his head, keeping the other man’s gaze fixed on his.

“Do it,” he orders, eyes burning like coals. “Fucking cum.”

As if from a great distance, you feel Frankie’s hold tighten as his spine stiffens, then a hot, pulsing rush as he cums. Even as his lips part on a ragged moan, his furrowed brow smooths, relief flooding him even as he fills you.

Only when both of you sag, finally, finally sated, does Santi find his own end, burying himself inside you with a satisfied grunt and spilling deep inside.

The next several minutes pass in a haze. Frankie’s fingers intertwining with yours. Santi’s forehead dropping to your shoulder. Your lips brushing over their brows, noses, eyelids. Lingering, affectionate touches, meant to soothe and ground. Muscles trembling, and with breathy chuckles at your baby-deer limbs, the three of you somehow lower yourselves onto the mattress, legs still tangled and bodies draped over each other, unwilling or unable to let go just yet.

Or maybe ever.

#Frankie Morales x Reader #Santiago Garcia x Reader #Frankie Morales x You #Santiago Garcia x You #Santiago Garcia x Frankie Morales #Triple Frontier fic #Insatiable #Fic #My fic

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with-love-from-hell · 1 year ago

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Ashes

Written for Gn!mc

Genre: hurt/comfort

Pairing: Lucifer x Mc

Cw: depression implication, self-loathing

A/n: I wrote this at 4am when I couldn't sleep and was in my feelings.

"Darling, what seems to be troubling you?" Lucifer sighs, easing himself down on the bed by your feet. He caresses your calf, running his thumb along the muscle. The movement was intentional enough that you could feel it through the weight of your duvet, but gentle enough that it felt like a mere tickle.

"I'm fine." The lie slipped through your teeth easily. Anyone else would have left you too your swarm of negative thoughts and emotions, passing off the dismissive lie as you just being fatigued or in need of some alone time...but Lucifer knew you better than anyone else. What's more, he's someone you found difficult to lie to.

Lucifer sighed, squeezing your calf through the blanket. "Come now, Mc. You needn't hide things from me."

You bite your lip, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill past your eyelids. What could you even say? You couldn't exactly pinpoint the thing that had put you in a dour mood. The whole day seemed to weigh on you like an anvil, each mild inconvenience or small stress seeming to cause the weight to grow heavier and heavier until you could no longer carry it. Lucifer was a logical man- a man of reason. If you were to tell him that you didn't know what had you so down, you could just imagine the annoyed response he'd give. Sure, he loved you. You knew that. But he only had so much time, energy, and patience to give. If you didn't have anything to offer as a reason for your suffering, then you weren't worthy of the effort it took to console you.

"...Mc." Lucifer repeated your name, but the normal stern tone his voice would take when his brothers didn't respond to their name being called wasn't there. It was soft, laced only with concern and a desire to sooth.

"I...I dont know..." You glance to him uneasily as the tears slipped past your eyes. You close them, not wanting to look him in the eyes as you began to cry, feeling shameful for not having the words to explain your emotions, and for burdening the busy demon with your problems.

In an instant, Lucifer gathered you in his arms. He situated you in his lap so that he could cradle you close to his chest, letting your tears freely stain his freshly pressed suit. His thumb circled the center of your back, tracing the bumpy parts of your spine that stoof out slightly from the rest of your skin.

Your breaths caught in your throat as you tried to stop yourself from sobbing, but it only made the tears fall harder. You cursed yourself, not liking that you looked so pitiful in front of the Avatar of Pride. He surely must think you're a fool.

Squeezing your eyes shut tighter, you clung to him, scolding yourself for being such a mess. Your thoughts were mean- some down right abusive- as you chastised your inability to save face, and questioning your worth to the man who always sacrificed so much for you- and for what? So you can have a breakdown in his arms; blubbering incoherently because you can't place why you're just so fucking sad.

"I'm...I'm sorry..." your voice cracks as you mutter out the words into his chest. "I'm sorry..."

"It's alright, there's no reason to apologize." He cooed, barely resting his chin atop your head. "We needn't discuss what's causing your heartache right this instant. Take all the time you need."

He contunued rubbing circles into your back, rocking you ever-so gently side-to-side. Its during times like this that he wonders how you would feel if you could read his thoughts. Clearly, your lowly opion of yourself was projected onto him, while he saw you as his entire world. If you were hurting, then he was too. If he could, he would bring all three realms to their knees in order to protect you, and he wanted so desperately for you to believe that. He knew that after going so much of your life feeling nothing but animosity toward yourself would result in this knowledge taking a significant amount of time to seep in...but the desperation he felt in needing you to see what he saw when he looked at you was immense. Just once, he wished he could show you how much you meant to him- and to his family, as well. And he internally cursed the individual or individuals who made you believe you were worthless.

He took a shallow breath, humming contently as he gripped you tighter. For now, he needed to push that aside. What mattered now was that you needed him, no matter the reason. And when you needed him, he was there.

Always.

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isalisewrites · 8 months ago

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A ramble on writing every day in February

Another month has gone by now. I have written every day in January and every in February, which is 60 consecutive days in a row where I have written 700 words or more every day.

It's been a shitty February.

I had to have some mild surgery that put me under anesthesia for the first time. I reacted to it for weeks, but thankfully that's subsided. Unfortunately, the stress was too much and I had to drop two of my three college classes. I did this because it's highly likely that I'll have to have further surgery this year.

Somehow, I still managed to stick with my goal.

Your girl purposely woke up an hour earlier, at 4am, to reach her goal before the surgery. Neither surgery or a later ER visit could stop this determined bitch from writing. (Just the anesthesia reaction)

It has been an immovable requirement in my day, even when I'm rushing at 11:58pm to hurry and get 700 words down before Scrivener resets for the day at 12:00am. Even now, it's almost 9pm my time and I haven't written my 700 words for the day.

Rest assured, it will be done.

I did not reach the same height of success as I did last month. I didn't knock it out of the park, but I still did pretty damn good and I'm proud of the word count that I reached this month.

There's something invigorating about sticking to the goal of writing everyday. Even though it's been so much harder, even though some days my brain is mush from the physical issues I'm dealing with, I am so glad that I've kept going. It's been a VERY difficult month - both physically and mentally.

I'm so glad I haven't given up on this.

Everything else can fall around me, but writing is my anchor and my sanity. Again, I can say with perfect confidence that choosing to write every day no matter what has been the best thing that I could for my mental health.

You can see how there were so many days where hitting my bare minimum was all I could do - and that was good enough. The bare minimum is 700 words a day or 20,300 words for February. I reached 31,000 words.

Not bad at all.

I had not one, but TWO unruly chapters this month, where I had to split them into two because of how long they were getting. Arc Two had been 27 chapters in total, but it's now 29 chapters. Out of all the Arcs, I had not anticipated it would Arc Two that would get bigger. This tells me that my rough estimate for Arc Three, Four, and Five is probably very wrong.

But I managed to complete four more chapters. They're in my 'pre-edit' stage, which means they're unrefined and need a good comprehensive edit. Usually, when I go through my comprehensive edit, I add 1,000 to 2,000 words to the chapter. It's a vital part of my writing process and cannot be skipped.

This is how determined I am. This is how much I'm tracking everything. This graph here shows the magnitude of my commitment to this story.

There were more hard days than easy days this last month, unfortunately. So many days, it felt like my mind was swimming in molasses. But I still wrote, even if I didn't always like what had been written. It's good enough. Something is better than nothing. Living each day doing what is my soul's greatest joy and desire makes life bearable.

Until next month.

#mywriting #fanfic writer #fanfiction writer #writing #tomarry #hp #hp fanfic #harry potter #tom riddle #fanfiction #fanfic #2024 writing goal update #terrible but great #writer #2024 writing goals #isa's ramblings #isa's writing

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oh-surprise-its-me · 1 year ago

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You guys deserve to know I listened to Not Strong Enough by boygenius on repeat the entire time I wrote this. So you know. Keep that in mind.

He just keeps running. He can’t help it. Knows it will throw off his run at 4am with Roy.

Roy.

The point of his current problems.

Jamie’s worked a lot in therapy in the past two years. He knows he has self worth issues. Some days he wishes he can’t look into himself and see what’s wrong.

What’s broken.

What’s been tossed around for years and handled without the care it deserves.

He keeps running.

He’s always run when things get complicated. Sometimes literally sometimes not. He’s not running with a plan. He’s in Colin’s neighborhood though.

He thinks fuck it and runs to his house.

He knocks without thinking.

A light flicks on. Shit he woke them up. The door opens and Colin is standing there. “Jamie? You okay?”

Jamie opens his mouth, he thinks about lying. Michael comes up behind Colin, “hey Jamie? Wanna come in?”

God bless Colin and Michael. They’re incredible.

They are all sitting in the living room, Jamie keeps shaking his legs, “can I ask you guys something?”

Colin and Michael look at each other, “Jamie if it’s about knowing your sexuality-” Jamie laughs. “No mate I’ve known I’m bisexual for years but thanks.”

Colin nods, “okay go for it then.”

Jamie takes a deep breath, he looks at Michael first. Less scary then seeing Colin react to this. “How did you two know you were it for each other. Like that you wanted forever.”

Michael smiles at him. “It was like waves, it hit me one day and then kept hitting me stronger until I was swept up into it.”

Colin blinks away what look like tears, six months married and they are still sappy as hell.

“It wasn’t really a sudden thing. It was like I adjusted everything in my life so that he came first. There wasn’t a question about seeing him in my future plans. He was just there.”

Michael looks a little surprised. He leans over and kisses Colin.

“You wanna explain more Jamie?”

Jamie blushes. “I think I feel forever about Roy but we aren’t even together. Fuck I don’t even know. It’s like I’m an Angel and he’s a God and want to worship him.”

Michael has slowly started smiling more, “Jamie if I may?” Jamie nods, can’t get much worse. “Roy has been worshiping you and in love with you for as long as I’ve known you both.”

“What??” “Michael!”

Colin lightly taps his leg. “What he’s trying to say is that we think you’ll be okay if you tell Roy you want forever.” “I said what I said.”

Jamie nods again, if feels like he’s been nodding to a lot of things recently.

“Thanks I’m sorry I woke you guys up. I’ve uh. I’ve gotta go.”

Colin and Michael hug him before he takes back off running.

He makes a detour to the park. It’s empty at this time of night. He sits on a bench. Curls his legs up. He can’t do this. He can’t be this person.

He was never allowed. His dad tried to ruin everything for him.

What if Jamie ruins this.

His phone lights up. Roy’s texting him.

Where are you.

Christ what time is it how long did he run for.

Sorry took off early for run. At the park near my house?

Be there soon stay in place.

Okay.

God. Now he has to see Roy.

When Roy shows up he sits on the bench next to Jamie. “Where’s your head at Jamie?”

Jamie shrugs. Tucking his arms over his knees curling himself as close to a ball as he can while sitting up. “It’s here, just loud.”

Roy slides closer, he puts an arm around Jamie’s shoulder and pulls him closer. Jamie didn’t realize how cold out it was until he felt Roy’s body heat.

“Can I say something and you not be mad? Let me finish talking before you say anything?”

Roy nods, “course you can. It’s hard to be mad at you when you look this sad.”

“I’m in love with you. Want forever with you. Ran to Colin and Michael’s house to talk about how they knew. They just did. Roy I don’t know when it started but I just know I can’t stop it. I’m in love with you and it’s fine. It’s fine if you don’t feel the same. I just needed to tell you.”

Roy brushes the tears that fell off of Jamie’s face. “Good thing I feel the same then huh?”

Jamie felt the tears flowing down his face when he was talking but didn’t realize Roy saw them, let alone cared enough to remove them.

“The same? Roy you can’t. That’s crazy.”

Roy laughs. “Jamie I’m crazy, I haven’t done anything about it because I’m your coach. Didn’t want you to feel pressured. But I love you, I want forever with you too.”

Jamie risks a look at his face. He’s smiling. “Seriously?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Jamie nods, and suddenly he’s being kissed by Roy Kent. It’s maybe the softest kiss he’s ever gotten. He melts into it.

He pulls away. “You love me?” Roy touches his cheek, “I love you.”

Jamie leaps off of the bench, he starts spinning around he lets out a shout. “ROY KENT LOVES ME!”

Roy starts laughing and stands. “Jesus baby. Come on let’s go back to your place. I’ll cook.”

Jamie spins right into Roy’s arms. “You’ll cook for your.. boyfriend? Partner?”

“Future husband?”

Jamie smacks Roy. “We can’t just skip straight to that.” Roy takes his hand and holds it, there’s starting to be people out but clearly he doesn’t care. “Fuck straight, be my fiancé. We’ve known each other long enough, know everything about each other.”

“You’re going to kill me.”

Roy kisses him again. “I’m trying to worship you.”

Jamie blinks. Maybe this time he’ll be the God and not the Angel. “Let’s go home then fiancé.”

It’s Roy’s turn to whoop. He picks Jamie up with a spin and sets him back down.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #jamie x roy #royjamie #jamie tartt x roy kent #roy kent x jamie tartt #this got a bit out of hand #get together to fiancé speed run #they aren’t normal about each other #michael colin’s boyfriend #colin hughes #colin x michael #mac writes ted lasso

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captain-rickbond · 4 months ago

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I have actually several questions if you don't mind? :') (they're mostly about rickbond though, don't worry!) what's an AU and/or trope which suits you for ben and larry the most? coffee shop AU, enemies to lovers, university AU...? who out of those two is more likely to be the household cook? who's more likely to confess they like the other first? or do they do it at the same time? who's the golden retriever and who's the black cat in the relationship? what's an event/activity larry would try and force ben into? and what would be something ben would make larry do? And my final questions are for you and your art and writing specifically: what's a fic you would like to write/are currently writing, but can't seem to finish? do you have any WIPs that you wouldn't mind sharing bits and pieces of? :> when and where do you usually create your drawings? Love your work, I hope you're having a good day! ^^

Hi! okay, here we go:

Favourite AU/trope?

I wrote a coffee shop AU, assassins/hitmen AU and I'm writing three more: bar/pub AU, traumatic as hell AU, and post apocalyptic dystopian world AU (yes, you read that right) - one thing in common for all this stories - awkward first meeting and… friends to lovers? And basically idiots in love trope

Household cook?

Let me answer this way - in one of my wips Laz tries to open a can with a fork and cuts his finger, so…

Who's more likely to confess first?

It seems obvious - Laz is the one to make the first move- wait, now when I actually think about it, it's Ben (in my fics) that's almost always seems to snap first

Golden retriever/black cat?

Laz is the golden retriever, Ben is the cat

Event/activity one would force the other into?

Laz would make Ben attend a cosplay event, they both would be dressed as stormtroopers so no one would know it's them. (I definitely have not started on a drawing with them as stormtroopers…)

Ben would make Larry throw away all of his lego sets boxes bc they clutter the space and-

"Laz, have you actually deassembled any of this and put it back into a box? Like ever? Because if not, we're throwing it all awa-"

"-but-"

"-this way we're gonna have more space for new sets."

"…"

"Okay."

What I am currently writing?

I have 11 wips, and I would love to finish ANY of them… some are too short, some are way too long. There are funny ones (I hope), and hot ones. Every story has an unhealthy amount of angst, and one is sad as hell

When and where do I draw?

I draw at night, I don't really have time during the day. I take my ipad to bed, snuggle in with my cat, put some music on (I can't be left alone with my thoughts) and I draw until I hear my neighbour slam the door outside - every day at 4am - and then I go to sleep and wake up at 8 to go to work

A fragment of my crazy rickbond post apocalyptic dystopian world AU wip ↴

“Hey.”

Larry looked up, yanking out the cloth stuck behind the waistband of his pants, and wiping his greasy hands on it.

“…”

“Well, hello Ben! How was your day? Have you killed someone over a piece of junk again, today?”

Larry rolled his eyes and placed his hand on the seat of the bike, pushing himself off the ground with a huff.

“What you want?”

“A bit of tenderness?”

“Don’t we all?” Larry whispered under his breath and threw the cloth on the ground. “You got something for me?”

Ben sent him a small smile and pulled out a rusty bit of metal from behind his back.

“Happy birthday.” He waved his hand in front of Larry’s face.

“It’s not my birthday.” The younger man grumbled and snatched the part from Ben’s hand.

“Every day is your birthday when you get gifts like that,” Larry sighed and placed the part on the seat of the bike. “and you didn’t tell me when your birthday is, so I’m gonna celebrate it every day.”

“Are you done? I’ve got work to do.”

“Oh… come on,” Ben chuckled. “I know it’s all fucked up but at least we can laugh about it, right?”

Larry looked up and frowned.

“Right…”

Ben walked over and sat on a wooden crate, placing his elbows on his knees and releasing a deep sigh.

Okay, so is he planning on just sitting here?

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

Ben raised his head and smiled sadly.

“Not really.”

Okay, great.

The bike Larry was working on was actually his for once. He was grounded. All because of the damaged needle valve - small piece of shit that you can’t actually fix. You have to get a new one to even start the fucking engine.

Larry made a promise to himself.

Once he’ll get one, he will leave.

“Can you go be annoying somewhere else?” Larry dropped to his knees and fidgeted with one of the cables sticking out from behind the seat of the bike.

“You’re being mean, I thought you're a nice guy,” Ben sounded defeated. “aren’t you?”

“No,” Larry muttered. “I’m not.”

...

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this may be the weirdest thing I’ve ever written, blame the Mad Max movies

#rickbond #asks answered #you didn't expect a fic like that did you?#I made a mad max inspired rickbond drawing and needed context #thanks for the ask #it was fun ♡

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slime-sandwhich-nom · 1 year ago

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(this has been in my draft for like forever help???? I wrote this probably at 4am)

Jschlatt and Ted go and save charlie right, but the going dosen't remember them. Or remembers grace.

he's still super brainwashed and if, if, they manage to break him out of the brainwashing things, he'll be totally out of it.

he would scream, cry, anything really. he experienced getting CUT OPEN, he ate ORGANS disguised as slime, dead animals and his memories and mind is probably all messed up so despite everything he has difficulties remembering who he is and who everyone else is.

he can't go to a hospital without freaking the hell out because he can't stop thinking about getting cut open by someone he knows but, at the same time dosen't. when something is familiar but you can't put your finger on it.

he is now somewhere he doesn't remember at all,

But it's supposed to be his house, with someone else he doesn't exactly remembers freaks him out too but he has still feelings about that girl.

it's all confusing, overwhelming and scary. he feels like a freak, a weirdo, and he just completely hates his body because he can still feel the pain and the feeling of having his own organs being pulled out while he's still alive and conscious.

He feels like a freak because whenever he sees grace, whenever she's near he feel oddly comfortable but uncomfortable at the same time. He feels his face heating up, he thinks about times where he kissed her or hugged her or, just held hands and he feels like a freak because he doesn't remember doing them, why does he suddenly feel weird with that girl who is probably only trying to help him out. Like they are probably friends or maybe she's just here because he needs help taking care of himself, but he still feels..weird. like why the fuck does he have the butterflies about a random girl who is only trying to take care of him?

He feels horrible because he can't stop thinking about being cut open. He remembers everything. He can still feel the pain of it. He can't stop touching his chest and making sure everything is there. He feels so unfamiliar with everything. it's scary being trapped in this house, but he can't go anywhere else.

he can't look at himself in the mirror, he still sees himself being covered in slime. Meat disgusts him, blood is even worse. knifes freaks him out. Doctors freaks him out. Hospitals freaks him out.

he feels like he should know all of the people around but he doesn't. if he thinks too hard, it hurts.

sometimes he just thinks he's still in that cabin and he can SEE himself in the cabin but grace just tells him it's him hallucinating.

he has memories that don't feel like they are his. Nothing feels like it's his. The cabin, the slime-demon, grace, Jschlatt, Ted, his house, they are all memories he HAS but they don't feel like memories, more of like him daydreaming constantly.

but at the same time he knows nothing. He can't remember anything. He can't remember who grace is, what's his relationship with her (and he swears whenever he sees her sad about him not remembering it just hits different. Why is it different? Why does it hurt more?) He can't remember SHIT. and it's awful but it's when he's most at peace, too.

his body sometimes just acts on his own too it feels like he's possessed. Or muscle memory, he doesn't know. When did his body got so used to it.

He is so used to hold grace hand, lean on her, hug her, he sometimes does that without thinking, like he doesn't realize that. And when he does it's too late because he already did it.

Her face is confused like his, but she has hope in it too because she thinks he remembers?? No his body does but he doesn't, he has no idea what he is doing and he is so fucking sorry for being such a creep, lady.

he is lucky he only thinks about certain stuff and dosen't actually tell her. Like, lucky him he doesn't tell her how pretty she is, or how he would love to kiss her but also not, because that's freaky dude stop.

sometimes she does kiss him though, in the forehead. But only when she doesn't really think, like he does.

She apologies, but he doesn't realllyyyy..mind... He just feels like a creep because that's just an innocent lady bro.

Still, where the fuck is he. what's going on dude.

#slimecicle #slmccl #charlie slimecicle #genloss slimecicle #genloss charlie #genloss au #genloss #grace x charlie #because it's there y'all.#IT'S THERE BUT ANGSTY.

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