#R YOU KIDDIN????

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i finished it i.

rating it a no one talk to me i need to pace around my entire house / 10

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White Rabbit

Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

Summary: Rafe goes to Barry for help with his “pouge problem” but he gets more help than he bargained for when he meets Barry’s cousin in the most unsuspecting way. He can’t stay away from her, despite Barry’s protests, especially when she’s just as unhinged as he is. Takes place during season 2 episode 4 “Homecoming”. Wk: 6.9k.(oops)

Warnings: Gun violence(reader shoots a guy but doesn’t kill him), cocaine use(both reader and rafe), Barry is not super stoked about R and Rafe being into each other, unprotected sex, oral (m & f), choking, hair pulling, face fucking, Dom!Rafe, Sub!Reader, unhinged reader, spit kink, digration, daddy kink, a lil spanking, biting, Rafe & R are obsessed with each other, R has the nickname “bunny” & is implied to be alternative, her outfit is described but other than that no physical descriptions. Lmk if I missed any please! 18+MNDI!!

A/N: This is my first time ever writing for Rafe, so it might not be the best ever but I fell for this man so hard and I just needed to write him with an unhinged girl. Shout out to my girl @babygorewhore for not only beta reading but hyping me up/brainstorming with me through this entire fic. I might make this into a series of some sort. Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!✨🖤

Rafe slammed his truck door shut as he walked up to Barry’s porch, scoffing when he saw him sitting there with his feet propped up while he read a book.

“Hey, you got my shit?”

“Shit, you’re early.” Barry closes his book and sets it down on the table in front of him, a condescending smirk spreading across his lips.

“Do you have my shit or not, man?” Rafe groans as he plops his large body down onto the rundown cushion of one of the porch chairs.

“Yeah, I got yo shit.” Barry chuckles, pulling the baggy from his pocket and tossing it on the table. “You got my money?”

“Yeah.” Rafe pulls a wad of cash from his pocket and slaps it into his hand before grabbing the baggy so he can make himself line. He snorts it, letting out a deep breath after. “I need a piece too.”

“Hooohoooo!! You need a piece? Country Club Killer now, huh?” Barry laughs, his hand coming down to slap his knee.

“Don’t!!” Rafe slams his hand on the table. “Mess with me right now.”

“Aight, what the hell you need a piece for?”

“John B is fucking back.”

“John B is fucking dead dude.”

“Nah man, I saw him for myself in the Bahamas, and just now Top saw him in town with my sister scoring beer.”

“FUCK!!!!” Barry kicks the table, sending it flying a few feet away. “Are you fuckin’ kiddin me? I’m done playing with these kids bruh.”

Barry kicks himself up from his seat, walking over to a locker on the side of the porch. He enters the combination before he pulls out a gun and starts to load it.

“You wanna be done with those little shits once and for all? You’re gonna need a lot more than just a piece. You gotta start going at this shit like a soldier.” He spins the barrel, clicking it into place before handing the gun to Rafe.

“You do this, you know I’ll take care of you, alright? You won’t be doing this shit for nothing man I’ll -“

“YOU THINK I’M SCARED OF YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH?” A male voice came booming from behind the house.

“IF YOU AREN’T NOW, YOU FUCKING WILL BE!” Another voice followed, but this one was unmistakably female.

“Dude, what the fuck was that? Is that chick okay? Should you like - I don’t know - deal with that or some shit?” Rafe’s blue eyes scan the other man’s face for signs of distress but it was almost like if he hadn’t mentioned it, he wouldn’t have even noticed.

“Nah bro, that’s my cousin. She’s got it, stop trippin. We doin’ this or not?”

There’s a loud crash and then he hears the girl's voice again.

“I TOLD YOU TO GET ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!!”

“Dude I’m gonna go check it out, that doesn’t sound good.” Rafe isn’t sure why he really gives a shit if this random chick who he hasn’t even seen is alright or not, maybe he’s just high and paranoid. Either way his curiosity gets the best of him and he starts walking towards the back of Barry’s place.

“She doesn’t need your help pretty boy, trust me.” Barry snorts and shakes his head as he begrudgingly follows him.

When Rafe rounds the corner the sight he sees is far from what he was expecting. The man who he heard yelling was shorter than him but more built, probably middle aged, he wore a white tank top and black board shorts and the look in his eyes told him that he was definitely one of Barry’s customers or less reliable dealers. The girl on the other hand? You were half his size, your hair in two braids with ribbons tied at the ends of them, you were wearing a tiny little baby pink tank top and black spandex shorts that barely covered her ass. You had combat boots on your feet that had little white ruffle socks sticking out of the top of them, but what was most shocking? You were holding a Glock in one of your small hands, and the collar of the man’s tank top was gathered in the other. You were standing on your tiptoes whilst also pulling the man down so he was face level with you, the Glock held to his head.

“I said, get on your fucking knees mother fucker, you got a hearing problem or some shit?” You growl at the man and it sends shivers down Rafe’s spine. You were beautiful. He watches as you shove the Glock into the man’s temple and ram your boot clad heel into his thigh causing him to fall to his knees with a grunt.

“Much better.” You smile as you tap his cheek with the gun before bringing it back to the side of his head. “Now, where the fuck is my fucking money?”

“I told you! I told you I don’t fucking have it right now I just need a little time!” The man’s voice is shaky now, his eyes traveling between you and the gun held to his head.

“Time? This isn’t a fucking loan service! Get me my money by tomorrow, or you’re fucked!” Your eyes are filled with fire and you let out a dry laugh.

“What’re you gonna do? Send Barry after me? Where is he at? He knows I always pay, just let me talk to hi-“ He’s cut off abruptly when you hit him across the cheek with the gun.

“SHUT UP!! You’re not fucking talking to Barry, you’re talking to me. If you don’t get my money you aren’t going to have to deal with him, you’re going to have to deal with me. Which I promise you don’t fucking want.” Rafe watches as you lean down into the guy's face, your eyes boring into his, a sinister smile paints your lips, and he isn’t even ashamed of the fact that he felt his cock stir in his pants at your display of dominance over this man twice your size. “Got it??”

“I don’t know how you expect me to get that amount by tomorrow I-“ The man grunts when you hit him in the face with the gun again, his face whipping to the side.

“I said, got it?” You hold the gun between his eyes, your smile never faltering.

“Yeah - yeah! I got it! I got it! Can I go now!?” The man holds his hands by his head in surrender, seemingly not wanting to argue with you further.

“I fucking mean it asshole, tomorrow, by sunset.” You glare at him momentarily before your smile returns, tapping his cheek with the gun again before turning to walk off.

“You aren’t gonna do shit bitch, you’re nothing without that little gun.”

Rafe’s blue eyes widen as he watches the man’s hand reach out and grab for your Glock. He subconsciously takes a step forward in your defense but soon realizes maybe you really don’t need help. Your body whips around, pulling the gun from the guy's reach and shooting him in the foot all in one motion. He screams out in pain, his hands grabbing onto his foot as he falls to the ground.

“Bring me my fucking money. Tomorrow. Or you’re going to be in a lot more pain than that.” You crouch down and spit in the guy's face before walking over him and into the house, letting the door slam shut behind you. Rafe stands there with his dick half hard and his jaw hanging open as he stares at the closed door you just disappeared behind.

“I told you she fuckin’ had it, and don’t even fuckin’ think about it, country club.” Barry’s voice snaps him out of his trance.

“Wha-? Think about what?”

“I see how you’re fuckin’ lookin at her dude, that’s like my sister in there. You stay your messy ass away from her, aight?”

“We should go check on her…” Rafe ignores Barry’s warning, walking towards the house despite his protests.

You let out an agitated groan as you flop down on the couch and toss your Glock on the cushion next to you. You grab a little clear baggy off the coffee table and sprinkle some of the powder onto the small mirror in front of you, using the random gift card you found in your wallet to push a portion of it into a straight line. You grab the rolled dollar bill sitting on the mirror and bring it up to your nose so fucking ready for this line after dealing with that shit head, but right when you bend over the front door slams open, causing you to jump back. Your foot hits the table and the movement makes a mess of your line. You let out a curse under your breath, your eyes rising to glare at your intruder.

You expect Barry, or maybe that fucking idiot really did want to lose a finger today. But instead of the brown eyes of your cousin, or the bloodshot hazel ones of your unreliable dealer, your eyes lock with piercing blue ones. You have to physically stop yourself from gasping at the sight of the man in front of you. He’s tall, really tall, and built, his chest and arms perfectly filling out the blue button up shirt he wore. His chestnut hair looked silky to the touch, his jaw looked perfect for biting, and his face was just all around beautiful. Especially those eyes, the look in them stern. There was something else there you couldn’t quite decipher, it almost seemed possessive.

“Are you okay?” He asks, his voice laced with concern.

“Uh - yeah? Aside from the fact that you just scared the shit out of me and made me knock my line all over the table, I’m just peachy.” You scoff, throwing him a playful smirk and roll of your eyes.

“Country Club here seems to think you’re some kinda damsel in distress or some shit.” Barry walks through the door behind him, smacking his bicep with the back of his hand and laughing loudly.

“Damsel in distress, huh? I don’t think I’d mind if a pretty boy like you came to my rescue.” You bite your bottom lip, your eyes roaming his figure.

“Hell fuckin’ nah! Quit that shit out right now, Bunny. I mean it. I told him the same shit, I don’t want this.” He gestures between you and Rafe. “To be a thing. You two are a recipe for fuckin’ disaster. This is Rafe Cameron, the dude I was tellin’ you about.”

“What the fuck did you tell her about me man?” Rafe’s voice comes out almost panicked and you find yourself wanting to comfort him immediately. You jump up from your seat and walk around the table so you can stand in front of him. He’s even taller up close, you have to tilt your head all the way to meet his eyes and you stop yourself from clenching your thighs at the height difference.

“So this is the guy that killed the sheriff, huh? Pretty boy is a cop killer? I find that kind of sexy…” You twirl a strand of your hair between your fingers, your teeth subconsciously finding your bottom lip again as you look up at him through your lashes.

“Barry, what the hell man? You told her that shit?” He addresses the other man but his eyes don’t leave yours, the look in them changed from concern to defense, and maybe a little lust? He was honestly looking at you like he wanted to choke you to death and this time you really couldn’t stop yourself from clenching your thighs where you stood.

“Hey, I’m not going to rat you out or some shit. Barry gave me the low down on everyone on the island when I moved, if I’m going to work for him I need to know the ins and outs, ya know? He trusts me, if you trust him, you can trust me. I’m cool.” You give him a smile that you hope is reassuring, you aren’t sure why but you want him to trust you.

“Alright.” His eyes search your face, almost as if he’s trying to read your thoughts, to see if you really mean it.

“Alright, we good?” You extend your hand towards him and he takes it in his much larger one, shaking it.

“We’re good.” You go to pull your hand away but he tightens his grasp, keeping it held in his. “You didn’t tell me your name though, or should I just call you, what did Barry call you? Bunny?”

“Bunny is preferred, but you can call me my real name too, if you’d like.” You let your thumb run across the back of his hand as you tell him your name, your eyes never leaving his.

“AIGHT! That’s enough of alla that.” Barry pushes past you, plopping down on the couch he grabs the bong on the coffee table and starts to load it.

“Bare, stop acting like you’re in charge of who I flirt with. I'm a grown ass woman, you're being dramatic.” You scoff, sending him a death glare.

“Seriously man, you’re acting like you’re her dad or some shit.” He chuckles when your cousin flips him off. “I’m sorry about your line by the way, I really just came to check in on you after I saw you arguing with that asshole out there. Let me make it up to you.”

Rafe brings his hand up to your shoulder, running his thumb over the blade a few times before letting it graze down your arm as he walks towards the couch. You watch as he sits down next to Barry and picks up your gift card, expertly lining the fine power back into a nice row before patting the cushion next to him. A smile breaks across your lips as you take the empty seat. He doesn’t miss the way your tits bounce when your ass hits the couch and the smell of your sweet perfume makes his cock twitch.

“For you, pretty girl.” He holds the folded dollar bill up to you with a smirk and you happily take it from him.

“Thanks, cutie.” You wink at him. When you lean down Rafe notices your hair is in your way so like it’s the most casual thing in the world he brings his large hand up to your face and sweeps the straw pieces behind your ear. He pushes the rest of it behind your shoulder and his hand stays there while you inhale through your nostril. His touch doesn’t leave you, even when you lean back against the couch, he simply adjusts it so it’s around your shoulder.

“You gonna flirt with my cousin all goddamn night or are we gonna deal with your little pouge problem?”

“Pouge problem? What’s going on?” You raise your eyebrows, your eyes traveling between Barry and Rafe.

“You remember that little fucker John B I was telling you about? His ass is alive and back on the island.” Barry shakes his head and lets out a dry laugh.

“That’s the kid the cops think killed the sheriff, right? Damn. That’s not good for you, Rafe.” You make eye contact and bite your lip nervously. “Those kids know you actually killed her, don’t they?”

“Yeah, and my fucking sister is with them. Her and John B were there, they saw the whole goddamn thing.” Rafe groans, his hands running through his hair in frustration. “I can’t have them opening their fucking mouths. I just can’t.”

“Then you know what you have to do, right? Shut them the fuck up, once and for all.” Your eyes darken and it reminded him of the way they looked outside, when you were holding a gun to your dealer's head.

“Yeah, no shit dude, that’s why I said we were going to deal with it.” Barry scoffs, rolling his eyes at you.

“Okay, I don’t know what the hell is up with you attitude Bare, but fucking ditch it.” You glare at him as you grab the couch pillow next to you and throw it at his face.

“Oh? You wanna fuckin’ go bruh?” Your cousin grins at you, gripping the pillow in his hand and swinging it over Rafe’s body, directly into your face with a cackle.

“Oh you mother fucker!” You let out a laugh, your hands go for the pillow but it’s ripped from your grasp.

“CUT IT THE FUCK OUT!!” Rafe takes the pillow in his large ringed hand and throws it across the room causing you to jump, your smile falling. “Barry, are you gonna help me or not man?”

“Hey.” Your eyes are soft again, you put your hand on his chest and rub soft circles onto his skin through his shirt with the pad of your thumb. “He’s going to help you, and I will too. We were just fucking around, everything’s alright. You’re probably under a lot of stress, huh? Poor thing.”

Rafe isn’t exactly sure how to react. No one has ever taken his anger and looked at it as more than just that, anger, yet here you are knowing him for all of ten minutes and the minute he loses his temper you see it for what it is, stress. Plus you’re kind of coddling him, and he’s never had anyone coddle him before. He almost feels speechless.

“I’m not gonna suck your dick about it like she is but I’m gonna help you man, fuckin’ relax. We doin’ this shit tonight?” Barry cracks his knuckles and kicks his feet up on the coffee table, earning an immediate glare from you. He scoffs, taking his feet off the table with a roll of his eyes. “I don’t know why you care so much if my feet are on the table dude, it’s my fuckin’ table anyways.”

“The drugs I put inside my nose are on this table, I don’t want your dirty ass shoes on it. It's common sense really.” He rolls his eyes and you flip him off, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Yeah man, tonight. I want to give this shit over with. I bet you anything they’re at John B’s. They’re stupid enough to go there.” Rafe’s hand is tapping on his already shaking leg and you can tell he’s anxious, you reach out and grab it, stopping his motions. He doesn’t look at you, but he intertwines your fingers, his hand squeezing yours. You squeeze his back and bring your other hand to his bicep so you can rub soothing circles on it. He lets out a sigh. “Once it’s dark, then they won’t see us coming.”

“Aight, let’s do this shit. Bunny, you in?” Barry raises a brow at you, his eyes lingering on the way you’re touching Rafe. “Also, I thought I said I didn’t want this to be a thing.”

“It could be dangerous, I don’t know if you should come, I wouldn't want anything to happen to you.” Rafe answers before you can, his hand squeezing yours again in what you assume is supposed to be reassurance but it actually just pisses you off.

“Okay.” Your voice is stern, your hands leave him as you stand from the couch and he immediately misses your touch. “I wanna get something straight, right fucking now. I am not some weak little girl who sits at home while all the fun shit goes down. If that’s the kinda girl you’re into, you are not going to find that with me. I’m a ride or die type of bitch. If my man is in trouble, I’m helping him. So if you want this to be a ‘thing’ as Barry is calling it, then I suggest you accept that sooner rather than later.”

“And you, have no fucking say in who I do and don’t engage with sexually or romatically. Me and Rafe clearly have chemistry and I could tell that the moment I locked eyes with him, so you’re just going to have to get the fuck over it. Are we clear? Both of you?” You look between them, your hands on your hips and that fire Rafe is already becoming addicted to in your eyes.

“Whatever, your lil ass has always been fuckin’ impossible to control. If this blows up in your face I’m gonna say I told you so, cuz.” Barry snorts.

“Yeah baby, I got it.” Rafe cuts in, sending a shockwave through your body with the pet name. “I saw you out there with that guy, you might be tougher than Barry.”

This makes you smile, your eyes turning soft as you approach him on the couch. This time you don’t take the seat next to him, you sit across his lap, facing your cousin with a triumphant smile. Rafe's arm circles around your waist and you nestle in closer to him.

“Alright then. Glad we are all on the same page now. So what’s the plan?”

“FUCK!!!!” Rafe was pissed, he threw himself into the driver's seat of his truck, slamming his hands down on the wheel. “FUCKING BULLSHIT!! THEY HAD TO OF JUST BEEN FUCKING BEEN THERE! POUGE FOR LIFE SARAH?! HUH?! I SEE HOW IT FUCKING IS!!”

“Rafe…” You approach the open driver's door, gently resting your hand on top of one of his that was white knuckling the steering wheel. Completely unafraid, despite the fact that he’s still holding the gun Barry gave him in his other hand. “Let’s just calm down for a second, okay? We’re gonna work it out, they aren’t going to fuck with you.”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS? I’M FUCKED! YOU DON’T FUCKING GET IT! YOU DON’T KNOW MY FUCKING DAD! YOU DON’T KNOW MY FAMILY, IF IT COMES BETWEEN ME AND MY GODDAMN SISTER HE’S GONNA FUCKING CHOOSE HER!!!” His hands leave the wheel, weaving through his hair and tugging, the gun pressed up against the side of his face.

“Hey.” You put your hands over his, turning his face towards yours. “I might not know about all that shit, maybe not yet at least, but I know that when I say I’m going to do something I get it done. You aren’t alone in this, I’m going to help you, okay?”

Your voice is sweet, the look in your eyes is gentle and reassuring, and your hands? They’re so soft, and cool against his face, the feeling of them soothes him in a way he’s never felt before. He lets out a sigh, relaxing under your touch.

“We are going to deal with this, but for right now we need to get the fuck out of here. Those gunshots could’ve caught someone’s attention.” You run your thumbs over the top of his hands before grabbing onto the gun, pulling it from his grasp with a smile. You tuck it into your boot and lean up onto your tiptoes to place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah, alright.” He nods, his hands smoothing through his hair.

You walk around the front of the truck so you can hop into the passenger seat, Barry already sat in the back anxiously bouncing his leg.

“Okay, let’s take Barry back to the house and then I think you and I should go somewhere together.” You buckle your seatbelt and turn to face him.

“Yeah? Where?” He shoves the keys in the ignition and puts the truck in drive, pulling away from the Châtea and into the night.

“Just trust me, I know a spot.” You kick your feet up on the dash, reaching into your purse for a cigarette and your lighter.

“Every instinct in my body is telling me to tell you to bring your ass home with me, but you’re not gonna listen to me for shit so I’m not gonna waste my breath. Gimme one of those fuckin’ cigarettes though.” Barry leans forward, snatching the entire pack and your lighter from your hands.

“Yeah, you’re better off not arguing with me Bare. Fucking give those back though, dick.” He rolls his eyes, lighting the cigarette he took from your pack before throwing it back to you.

“Yeah whatever, just fuckin’ take me home man.”

“Okay, take a left here and on your right you’re gonna see a little road that goes through these trees.” You point out the window, directing Rafe as he drives.

“Where the hell are you taking me, huh? You taking me out somewhere quiet to sacrifice me?” He chuckles, looking over at you with a smirk.

“Mmm, I bet you’d like that, huh? Preppy rich boys like you always like the fucked up alternative girls from the sticks.” You return his smirk with one of your own.

“Ha! I guess you’re right, I wouldn’t mind if you spilled a little bit of my blood, as long as I could spill yours too…” he reaches the end of the road, driving into a clearing in the trees, a patch of lone beach in front of you.

“Yeah? That’s hot. Stop here.” He obliges, putting the truck into park and taking off his seatbelt. You do the same, turning towards him with your legs tucked underneath you.

“What’re we really doing out here, vampire girl?” His eyes meet yours momentarily before the trail down your body, taking extra time to admire your tits in your top.

“Mmm, well, I know you’re really stressed and I just thought… maybe you could take some of your frustrations out on me?” You lock eyes with him, your tongue running over your bottom lip before you take it between your teeth.

“Yeah? You brought me out here so I would fuck the shit out of you?” He licks his lips, his large hand reaches out to rest on your thigh, squeezing the meat of it between his fingers.

“Yeah, I figured you wouldn’t want to take me home after that shit you said about your family and Barry would probably either kill us both or have a stroke if you fucked me how I want you to fuck me at my place.” You said it oh so matter of fact, that smirk ever present on your lips.

“And how do you want me to fuck you? Huh, bunny?” His hand runs along the length of your thigh, stopping at the hem of your shorts. He grabs onto it, the tips of his thumb and his pinky just dipping under the fabric.

“I want you to fuck me like you hate me, take your frustrations out on me, Rafe. Use me.” Your voice comes out desperate and it makes him groan.

“I’ve barely even touched you yet and you’re already practically begging for me… you wanna be my little slut, that it?” His thumb runs down the seam of your shorts, stopping at your wet core. “You’re fucking dripping. I can feel it through your panties.”

“It’s all for you, want you, want to be your little slut so bad.”

“Fuck.” The hand not on your thigh reaches for your throat, squeezing it and cutting off your air supply in the most delicious way. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

He uses his grip on your throat to pull your face to his, smashing his lips against your own in a bruising kiss. You moan against his mouth and he uses the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips. You bring your hands up to tangle your fingers through his hair at the same time that his hand on your thigh pushes your shorts and panties to the side, burying two fingers in your wet cunt with little resistance. He begins pumping them in and out of you while his grip on your throat never falters. He pulls away from the kiss, his blue eyes almost black with lust as they bore into your own. His thumb finds your clit and your back arches, a loud moan ripping through you.

“Open your fucking mouth.” You oblige, sticking your tongue out and looking up at him through your lashes. He leans over you and lets a string of spit drop onto your waiting tongue. You moan as you happily swallow it. “Good girl. Want you to cum for me.”

His fingers hook just right inside you, rubbing against your g-spot and his thumb circles your clit perfectly. You feel your high approaching fast, you push your tank top down, letting your braless tits fall free. You grab them in your hands, tweaking your nipples, it causes your eyes to roll back and you feel that coil in your stomach about to snap. Rafe’s hand leaves your throat and grips onto your jaw in one swift motion.

“Fucking look at me when I make you cum.” He squeezes your cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger, causing your lips to pout. “I own this pussy now, that means I own your orgasms too, look at me while I take what’s mine.”

You open your eyes, and the minute they meet his your high crashes over you like a tidal wave. A broken moan leaves your throat and your walls clench around his large fingers as they continue to fuck you through your high. He pulls them from your pussy, holding them up to his face to examine them. They’re creamy white and glistening in the moonlight. You grab his wrist and take them into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them. He growls in response, shoving them further down your throat. You gag and he licks his lips, the sound going straight to his cock.

“Fuck, wanna feel you gagging around my dick. Get out of the truck and get on your knees, now.” He pulls his fingers from between your lips and takes them into his own mouth. The taste of your spit mixed with the remainder of your arousal sending his eyes to the back of his head. You follow his direction, hastily throwing the truck door open and getting out. You start to walk around the back and he stops you halfway, grabbing you by the hair so he can pull your head back, forcing you to look up at him. “I’m going to fuck this pretty little mouth while you kneel in the sand like the dirty slut you are. Bet you’d like that, huh?”

You nod as best as you can with the grip he has on your head, that sickeningly sweet smirk from when he first saw you earlier that day spread across your lips.

“Yeah, daddy, I want you to use my mouth like a fucking cock sleeve.” His eyes widen and a groan rips through him at the sound of that name leaving your lips.

“Fuck. Take this off.” He grabs the hem of your tank top and you lift your arms so he can pull it over your head. He takes your tits in his hands and squeezes them, the coolness of them sending a shiver down your spine and straight to your core, your nipples hardening under his touch. “Fucking perfect tits. Knees. Now.”

You drop to your knees and eagerly reach for the button on his shorts undoing it and his zipper in one swift motion. His cock is straining against his black boxers and your mouth waters at the sight. You pull his shorts and boxers down and it springs free, thick and hard and leaking just for you. You knew he would be big, but goddamn his cock is huge.

“Mmm daddy, you’re so big, fuck.” You spit on your hand and bring it to his shaft, lightly stroking him. That bead of precum on his head is practically begging you to taste it so you lean forward and lick his slit with the tip of your tongue. You circle his tip before taking it in your mouth and sucking eagerly.

“Yeah, that’s right baby, suck daddy’s cock.” His hands grab onto your braids like makeshift handlebars and he uses his grip to push himself all the way down your throat, causing you to gag around him. He holds your head there for a few seconds before pulling you off with a pop. Your mouth subconsciously chases his taste. “Oh you’re such an eager little whore huh? You like that? You like gagging on my cock?”

You nod and his grip on your hair tightens, pulling your head back so you’re looking up into his eyes.

“Fuckin’ answer me when I’m talking to you.”

“Yes - yes daddy, I fucking love it.”

“That’s what I thought.” He smirks down at you, shoving his cock back into your mouth and immediately thrusting into your throat. You gag and your eyes water, your mascara already starting to run down your cheeks. “God. Fucking look at you, I can see my cock in your throat baby.”

So much drool is dripping out of the sides of your mouth that it’s started to run down your chest and onto your tits. You swipe your fingers through it, wetting them before bringing them to his balls, caressing them in your lubed up hand.

“Oh fuck! Yeah, shiiiiit, play with my fucking balls, that’s so fucking good.” You look up at him and his head is thrown back, his neck on display, you can see all the veins in his biceps and the moans leaving him are feral. Your pussy clenches around nothing at the sight. Your hand travels between your legs and into your little spandex shorts, expertly finding your already slick clit and rubbing quick circles over it. Your moans increase in volume and it causes him to glance down at you, taking notice of your hand in your shorts.

“Hey, what the fuck did I say huh?” He pulls you off of him, bending at the waist so his face is hovering over yours. “I said that’s my fucking pussy, that means I’m the only one who gets to make you cum. Get up.”

He lets go of your hair, grabbing you underneath your arms and pulling you to your feet. He turns towards the truck and rips the bed open, grabbing onto your hips and roughly turning you. He pushes down on your back, and you take the hint, bending at the waist so your top half is against the truck bed. The plastic floor is cool and rough against your nipples and your lower half hangs off the truck, your feet not touching the ground. A harsh smack lands on your ass, causing you to help and jolt forward.

“You’re not so tough now, huh, vampire girl? Your pathetic dealers know you’re just a little slut who likes to get thrown around? Or is that just for me?” He grabs onto your shorts and panties, ripping them down to your ankles where they pool at the top of your boots. “Look at you, you’re so fucking wet.”

He drops to his knees, his tongue licking a stripe from your clit to your asshole and back again. He sucks your sensitive bud into his mouth and his hand comes down on your ass again. You feel like you’re going to cum embarrassingly soon. His fingers run through your slick lips before they’re sliding inside you, immediately hooking into your sweet spot. You cum suddenly and hard, your whole body shaking underneath him.

“Please fuck me now daddy, please, I want your cock so bad” you voice is whiney and you shake your ass from side to side, arching your back so it’s further on display for him.

“Quit begging, I’m gonna give you what you want, don’t be a greedy brat.” He stands, two harsh smacks landing on your ass. He takes his cock in his hand and runs the head through your slit, coating it in your wetness. He pushes into you in one swift motion, and immediately starts fucking you at a brutal pace.

“Yes! Fuck! You’re so big, feels so full.” Your voice is a breathy moan, his cock feels like it’s in your lungs and the door to the truck bed is digging into your hips but god it feels so good. His hands are grabbing your hips so roughly that you think his nails might be drawing blood, and god you hope they are. You want him to mark you as his, anywhere and everywhere.

“Fuuuuck, you’re so fucking tight, gripping my cock so good. This pussy was fucking made for me. Say it.” He leans over you, practically crushing you, but his cock hits even deeper than before and his mouth latches onto your neck and it’s like he read your mind because he starts to roughly suck and bite into your skin. Definitely leaving marks behind. “Say it. Say this pussy was made for me.”

“This pussy was fucking made for you, daddy.” You arch your back, pushing your ass back against him the best you can with your limited movement, wanting to feel every ridge and vein of him as deep inside you as possible.

“Yeah it fucking was.” He leans back, his hand gripping onto your hair again so he can pull your back against his chest. The sting of the truck against your hips at an all time high. He releases your hair so he can grip onto your throat instead, his other hand coming down to rub your clit. The feelings of pain mixed with pleasure sending you closer and closer to another orgasm. “You gonna cum already? I can feel you tightening around my cock baby girl.”

“Yeah - yeah I’m - fuck - I’m gonna cum for you daddy, you just feel sofuckinggood.” You’re a drooling whimpering mess and the coil is seconds away from snapping when he stops his movements and pulls out of you, taking your orgasm with him. “Hey what-“

Before you can protest he grips onto your hips, flipping you over onto your back. He grabs your throat and pulls you into a sitting position, grabbing onto your thigh with his other hand so he can pull you to the edge of the truck.

“I told you, I want you to look at me when you cum. You owe me for that last one.” He slams his cock into you, continuing to fuck you like his life depends on it. His thumb finds your clit again and his mouth latches onto your neck, biting down so hard you wouldn’t be surprised if you had a bruise in the shape of his teeth marks. You’d get it tattooed if he wanted. You already knew at that moment this man had ruined all other men for you. He had you.

“Fuck - fuck daddy, I’m gonna - I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum”

“Fucking cum for me, I’ll fill this little pussy up, paint your walls with my cum. Milk my cock, slut.”

His words send you over the edge, cumming harder than you have all night. Your walls convulse around him and your nails rake down his back, leaving red marks in their wake. But that’s not what does him in, it’s the fact that you never break eye contact with him for a second. Obeying him like the good girl you are.

“Fuck! Good fucking girl, best fucking pussy I’ve ever had. Never gonna leave you alone now. Never quitting this pussy.” He cums with a growl, shoving his cock deep inside you. He fucks you through his high, his thrusts never letting up, his face shoved into your neck. When he finally starts to come down he lets his softening cock slip out of you, his lips finding yours and kissing you with fever.

“Never quittting this pussy, huh, pretty boy? That’s a bold statement to make about a girl you just met.” You smirk at him, taking his face in his hands and caressing his cheeks with your thumbs.

“Don’t fucking care, I meant every word. You’re fucking mine now.” He turns his head to the side, placing a kiss on the inside of your palm.

“Does that mean you’re mine too? I don’t do one sided bullshit.”

“Yeah baby, that means I’m yours too. Come on, get your clothes on, let’s get the fuck out of here.” He places a gentle kiss on your lips, grabbing your clothes off the sandy ground and shaking them out before handing them to you.

“You gonna take me home now? Barry is just gonna love all the hickies I know you left on my neck.” You smirk at him, pulling your shirt over your head.

“Nah, I’m bringing you home with me. Gonna fuck you all night long.” He cups your jaw in his hand, his thumb running over your bottom lip.

“What about your family?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Fuck em, you’re my girl now, they’re going to have to get used to it. Get your ass in the truck, I wanna fuck you in my shower.”

You giggle, running around to jump in the truck. You didn’t even see his family that night. But they definitely heard Rafe making good on his promise to fuck you all night long and you couldn’t even find it in yourself to feel bad. Not that night, and not the next morning when he introduced you to his dad and step mom while they had disgusted looks on their faces. You just smiled, happily shaking their hands like you weren’t calling their son daddy until the sun came up.

Tagging moots who might be interested: @chrrymunson @emsgoodthinkin @imyourdaninow 🖤

[juthemagicalclown]

[tokyo jujutsu high second-year's chat]

yuta : i think kugisaki-san hates me cos she thinks i like maki

maki : HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA

maki : just tell her that you and inumaki are a thing dumbass

yuta : toge doesn't want to

maki : why

toge : r u kiddin me 💀

toge : its too funny to see kugisaki bully him

yuta : ^^'

maki : inumaki toge you're a menace

panda : I'm glad I don't share these human traits with you

toge : that's so homophobic of you

panda : As a matter of fact homophobia doesn't exist in the animal realm but only among humans so HOW CAN I BE HOMOPHOBIC I'M A PANDA

yuta : panda meant your maliciousness, love, not your homosexuality <3

toge : as a matter of fact pandas dont use smartphones and dont text but here we are

[the-kr8tor]

yk that post about reader babying hobie? can you write it the other way round too?

YESSS part two!!! Ly thank you for requesting! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, R is wearing makeup, CW suggestive, CW food mention, FLUFF.

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You come home to a dark flat, save for a lamp in the doorway, you can barely make out the shapes of your furniture. Bones aching, muscles screaming out from fatigue, you trudge the small space towards your shared bedroom. Not even bothering to put your shoes in their proper place, or even turn on the lights. Shoes haphazardly tossed somewhere, you leave it to future you to take care of.

Wondering where Hobie is, worry is etched on your face with the tiredness from today. But the emotion is washed away when you spot him snoring on the bed. A singular sock on his foot, you see your oversized jumper on him with the words that says ‘I survived London!’ on it. Checkered pajama pants on his legs, arms hugging your pillow and his cheek squished in between. His comfortable attire makes you jealous while you're still in your work clothes, all grimey from today. You could kiss his sleeping face but the heaviness in your bones says otherwise.

Blinking the tiredness away, you stand on the carpeted floors, wondering if you should even dare to wash up before slithering under the covers and over to his arms. You could go shower but you're afraid that you might collapse on the tiled floors with how your legs are about to give out from under you.

You must've been standing for a while since Hobie sensed you. He sits up, one eye open, sleep still clinging to his lashes as he scrunches his nose at your weird stance.

“Are you my sleep paralysis demon?” He jokes, voice deep and hoarse from sleep.

“What?” You barely understood his words. “Hi,�� tone wavering, you still smile at him. “Sorry I woke you up, go back to sleep.”

“You just got home?” You sluggishly nod. Hobie's already standing up to meet you on your rooted spot. Hands rubbing softly on your arms, he's jolted awake when he sees your heavy eyes fighting the urge to stay open. “Go to bed—”

“I need to shower.” You whine, not from what he asks but the annoyance that you still have something to do before you could melt into the covers.

“Do that tomorrow, I don't mind.” Hobie reluctantly releases your fatigued form, footsteps quiet as he opens your drawers for fresh clothes. “Change into these and get into bed.” When you don't move to take the pajamas, he guides you gently towards the shared bed, hands slowly making you sit on the soft mattress. “I'll take care of you, please? Do it for me, yeah?”

You almost falter at his sweet words, he knows exactly where to pull your heartstrings. “You'll be sleeping next to a smelly me.”

“I always sleep next to a smelly you.”

“Hey—” you say with a weak laugh.

“Kiddin’” he squishes your face in his warm hands. “change and lie down, I'll handle your face.”

“What's up with my face?” You touch your oily cheek, “do I look that bad?”

“Never, love.” Hobie presses a careful kiss on your forehead. “Never.”

You hum into the kiss, eyes closed, you barely register the fact that he has left your side. The bathroom light almost blinds you, the rushing of the water from the tap is a lot louder at night, making you huff quietly at the sound.

As you change into clean clothes, Hobie readies everything he needs to take care of you. He was ready to tuck you into bed but he comes back to you with the blanket drowning you. Your eyes are the only thing visible, nose kissing the fabric, fighting the urge to sleep. You blink rapidly, fingers waving at him.

“You look fuckin' adorable.” He says into the dark room, save for the lamp on the bedside table. You look like you're about to meld into the bed.

“Hmm, even though I smell?”

Sitting next to you, he lifts the blanket away from your face to get a proper look at you. “Let me check.” Suddenly leaning down, he sniffs dramatically at your neck, the tip of his nose tickles your neck. Giggling, you weakly push him off. He raises his head with a lopsided smile. “Nah, not really.”

“Really?”

“Just a bit.” He clearly jokes.

“Aww, maybe I should just shower.” You begin to sit up, faking that you took his words seriously.

“Y/N.” With gentle hands, he lays you back down.

You laugh, “I'm also kidding.” Spotting your makeup remover wipes next to his leg, your heart grows a hundred times bigger. “Oh”

Hobie takes the crinkling packaging, opening the sticky flap before he grabs a wet wipe. You watch him do it all with a soft smile and tender eyes. Hand splayed on his thigh, you let his warmth seep through you as he gently and expertly wipes the makeup off your cheeks.

“You're a natural.”

“I've got a good teacher.” He says, breath fanning your moist cheeks as he leans closer to you. “‘sides, I started using them too after a show.”

You fake a gasp. “So you're the one using them all.” Poking his pajama clad leg, you press and push until his smug smile turns into a playful grin. Hands warm, he rubs the wet wipe near your eyes, careful of poking you. “Wait, I don't remember showing you how to use them.”

“Why do you think I watch you do your routine every night, hm?”

“Because you love me, dummy. And you're smitten.” Your voice is hoarse but saccharine. He taps your eyelids, prompting you to close them. The wet wipe is cold against your skin but his warm palms grant you reprieve.

“That too,” Hobie confesses like he hasn't a thousand times before. “I was also curious about all the goopy shit you use.”

“Hmm, yes, goopy shit is the right term.” You relax fully, his free hand cages you in, it's placed on the side of your head for leverage. “Make sure you get my eyebrows.”

“Of course, love.” He indulges you, lips quickly pressing sticky kisses on your now clean cheeks. The tender act has your arms inching closer to his waist, enveloping him. “Just close your eyes, I don't look good from this angle.”

“Impossible. You know that's impossible, right?” You crack one eye open to see him tilt his head like he's chastising you, but his smile says otherwise.

“Close your damn eyes.”

“No.” You giggle out, closing your eyes. He pretends to rub harshly at your brow bone.

“Brat.” Hobie sighs, not from exasperation but from the sheer sweetness in his chest.

“Love you too.”

He hums before whispering back an ‘I love you’ that's only for you to hear. Your ears pick up the sound of the package crinkling. A new wet wipe is now gently being rubbed on your soft lips.

“Your lips are dry, did you drink any water today?”

“Mm-hmm, does tea count?” You pout so he could properly clean your lips. He's concentrating, eyebrows knitted, tongue poking out from the seam of his lips.

“I'm guessing you didn't eat much today?”

“I did,” you pop one eye open to see him frown slightly. “I really did! I ate a sandwich.”

“Just one? For the whole day?”

“...yes.” Your eyes glaze over from the sheer sleepiness.

Hobie cradles your moist face, his own incredibly close to yours that you grow cross eyed at his big brown eyes. “I'm gonna make you breakfast tomorrow. A big fuckin’ one that’ll have you full until the weekend.”

“I thought you were about to take a bite at me.” You chuckle, hands holding his face, nails gently cleaning the sleep off the corners of his eyes.

“Keep doin' that at work and I'll actually take a bite out of you.”

“Don't threaten me with a good time, Hobie.”

He rubs his nose to yours, the makeup remover rubbing off on his skin. “Sleep, or I'll take a bite right now.”

“Lay down with me?” You ask quietly and sweetly whilst patting the space next to you.

“Love, I have shocker’s gun in my workshop, the day I say no to that grab it and shoot me because that ain't me anymore.”

“So dramatic—” Hobie plops himself atop you. “Next to me not on top!”

“You weren't complainin’ last time—”

“Hobie!”

[calware]

TT: ‘Sup. TG: sup TG: this definitely won’t get confusing TT: Are you kidding me? It's about as downright comprehensive as it could ever get. TG: glad were on the same page TG: might as well be in the same paragraph with how on the same page we are TT: I’d wager we’ve even made it down to the exact sentence. TG: hell yeah we have TG: my brain is short circuitin here tryin to keep track of whos talking @_@ TT: Just leave the short-circuiting to me then, ok? TG: at least jas had the decency to change her color to a unique hex lmao TT: Of course. As if I wasn't civilized.

TT: You’re part housecat. TT: Emphasis on the “house” prefix. What sort of stray do you take me for? TG: O_O TG: woah lets back up on the snarky broad infighting and set the record straight here cause by scratching our session TG: we created your universe ie chronologically we take precedent TG: ie we get dibs TG: ie rose and i shouldnt have to change colors  TT: Oh hell no. Ain’t no way I'm changing my text color a second time. TG: yeah and u guys were made from our genes soooo technically we were here first TG: that may be true for you two but i *know* dirk made hal when he was 13 so ill keep chilling over here with the red text rights TT: That text has composed my entire nonphysical self for the past 3 years. I’d argue I’m more deserving of its hue. TT: Are we really just going to bicker the entire time? TG: Only ten minutes into a conversation and we’re already at each other’s throats. TG: hal tbf u started it lool TT: … TT: ……… TG: …………… TT: ………………………… TG: what r all tha dots 4……………… TG: WAIT CRAP TG: aaaughh dave u tricked me!! using proper punctuation and everythin TT: It seems there simply aren’t enough colors in the rainbow to sustain our familial unit. Pity. TT: Hey, first I’m losing my text color and now I gotta give up my beloved speech pattern? I might as well saw off my totally new and legit arms while I’m at it. TT: We could always switch over to hemotyping! TG: oh my god jas youre a genius TG: NOOOOOOOOOOO WHAT TT: Yes. That’d be hilarious. TG: signnn am i gonna have 2 double check ur initials every time one of u sends a message now… TT: Sure, you could. TT: But how can you be sure it wasn’t Dirk who just sent that? We still use the same account, you know. TG: GAHH ARE YOU KIDDIN ME TT: Don’t worry Rox, I’m just messin’ with you. TT: Or am I. TG: this family is a nightmare

[vintagepresley]

A Little Smoochin'

Pairing: Toby Kwimper x Reader

Word Count: 6,298 words

Warnings: Not too many warnings. Unprotected sex, virgin reader, tiny bit of fingering (very tiny), talks of orgasms, fluffy, kind of a slow burn? Nothing else I can think of.

Author's Notes: I know it's been some time since I've written anything and I'm sorry about that. I hope you guys enjoy this little Toby fic. It's not my best but it was also difficult trying to write Toby in a sexual light. But I think it's very sweet and cute. Some of it's with the help of AI and most of it is my very own. Happy reading! Possible spelling errors.

Toby had noticed you the first day you and your family had arrived at the community, he usually tried to avoid girls but something about you caught his eye and he thought you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. You’ve lived there for months now and every once in a while you’d notice Toby staring at you and sometimes you stared back. You had always been a little nervous to talk to him, but thought he was quite handsome. You heard people talk about him and speak about how he wasn’t so bright and was just a nobody, but you felt the opposite. Toby may have been a little different but he certainly wasn’t stupid and he was pretty important around these parts being the sheriff of the community after all. You had wanted to say something to him, anything. Especially with the way the two of you would share longing looks with one another. But he just made you a little nervous. He felt the same about you, but he also didn’t know how to talk to girls and he didn’t want to look silly in front of you. 

As the days went on Toby couldn’t get you off his mind especially today when it was one of the hottest days down Florida and he saw you in a little pale blue and white sleeveless dress. He was nearly speechless seeing how beautiful you looked and something in him had built the courage to go and talk to you and he walked right up to you and your friends suddenly walked away when they saw Toby approaching and you turned around surprised to see him and you flashed him a small smile. 

“Hi y/n.” he says softly. 

“Hi Toby.” you hummed, staring up at him and watching the sweat drip from his brow. 

He didn’t know what to say after that and he stammered over his words nervously. 

“Uh.. H-How are ya?” he asked. 

A warm smile formed on your lips at his words.

 “I’m good. How are you?” you replied. 

He swallowed harshly and before he knew what he was saying his mouth was already moving. 

“Ah’m good, too. Uh, listen.. Ah’m gonna ask ya a question..” he mumbled. 

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Um, okay, what question?” You asked. 

He was nervous and shy as she stared up at him waiting for him to speak. 

“Uh, ah.. Ah was wondering.. You wanna drive out to the quarry with me, and uh, do a little, uh smoochin’?” 

His face was flushed by this point and you let out a soft giggle a bit taken aback from his question because you certainly weren’t expecting that. You didn’t know how to respond at first and you smiled and cleared your throat. 

“Um.. Sure, Toby.” you giggled. 

“Yeah? Really?” he asked. 

You nod slowly. “Yes.” you say. 

He began to stammer as his words came out shyly. 

“Oh! W..Well, that’s great. That’s r..real great. You’re not kiddin’? You’re not doin’ this on a dare, or any of that nonsense or out of pity?” he asked. 

“I’m not kidding and I would never do something so cruel like that to you, Toby.” you assure him. 

Toby smiles a little. 

“Really?” he mumbles. 

“Really. Toby.. I.. I like you..” you confessed. 

He was shocked by your words and his eyes widened in surprise and he smiled at you. 

“You like me? Ah.. Ah mean.. Ah like you too.” he said. 

You giggled softly seeing his reaction and you felt your face becoming a bit red and you looked up at him beaming happily. 

“Well, then take me down to the quarry and kiss me already!” you said with such forwardness in your voice. 

“Oh, right. Right.. Let’s go.” he said as he grabbed a hold of your hand and led you to his truck and once you both were inside he began to drive the two of you down to the quarry and you couldn’t stop smiling the entire way as you looked over at him. This wasn’t something you would usually just say yes to doing with a boy, but you couldn’t resist Toby and getting a chance to kiss him would just be a dream. You finally arrive at the quarry and he parks the car right by the water and he shuts it off and turns to face you. 

“Ya sure it’s okay if ah kiss ya?” he asked. 

“Yes, Toby. Of course.” she smiled. 

“Ya promise? Ah.. mean.. Ah don’t wanna mess up the smoochin’. I mean there’s lots of ways of smoochin’, like open mouth, closed mouth.. Ah mean.. How do ah do it?” he asked nervously. 

You raised an eyebrow at him and smiled. 

“You’ve never kissed anyone before, Toby?” you asked. 

“Uh… no. Ah.. uh.. Ah liked to practice smoochin’ on ya.” he asked shyly. 

You began to blush at his words and you chewed on your bottom lip for a moment and then nodded at him, you could see how nervous he was from this and you decided to take the lead and you slowly scooted toward him and leaned forward and you slowly and softly pressed your lips to his. Toby was startled but kissed back passionately, putting his arms around you and pulling you close. You kissed him longer and more passionately, the two of you soon paused from your frenzied making out and looked at one another. It was clear there was now a real connection between you both. You cleared your throat as you caught your breath and the silence loomed for a moment before you spoke. 

“Well.. for someone who’s never kissed anyone before you are a great kisser.” you giggled. 

Toby smiled at your words. 

“Really? Thank you. Uh.. Ah hope ah didn’t use too much tongue.” he laughed nervously. 

You laughed and shook your head slowly. 

“You didn’t… It was perfect.” you whispered.

Toby felt proud and he couldn’t stop smiling now and he scooted even closer to you, the leather seats of his truck squeaking as he does and you smiled as he got closer. 

“Would ya do it again?” he said softly, reaching over to brush some of your hair out of your face. 

“Yes.. I’d love to..” you giggled. 

Without saying another word the two of you began to kiss again and this time he really went for it. Toby wasn’t nervous anymore and was having the time of his life with you. His lips were so soft as he devoured yours and soft noises escaped your lips against his and you slipped your arms around him and your bodies pressed against each other as each kiss became deeper and it was as if the outside world had completely disappeared as you became drunk off his lips. You continued to kiss until you both were nearly breathless. He pulled back for a moment and you let out a tiny gasp and bit your bottom lip as you stared at him. Your bright red lipstick smeared on his lips and yours and he smiled and reached over to wipe the lipstick from your face and he brought you close again and crashed his lips to yours. His tongue went exploring inside of your mouth and he grabbed a hold of your waist and he lifted you up and pulled you on top of him. For Toby, this was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him. He couldn’t believe how great things were going with you. It was like all his dreams were coming true all at once. As you sat on top of him you pressed him against the seat of the truck as you kissed him deep and long, you just couldn’t get enough of his soft lips. 

Toby put his hands on your hips as he pressed himself upwards against you. He let out soft moans as he kissed you, his body was burning with passion for you. Your hands ran along his shirt that was soaked in his sweat because of the Florida heat and you kissed him deep letting out a soft whimper on his lips. He ran his fingers through your hair as he held you tightly against him, the heat between the two of you being intense. You kissed for what seemed like an eternity before finally pulling away from each other. You bit your lip not wanting this to stop because you loved it so much. You straddled his lap and pressed yourself against him. Toby put his hands on your waist and began to caress your back while he leaned in to nibble seductively at your neck. His breath was coming in hot puffs against your skin and he kissed your earlobe. Every kiss and nibble he left against your earlobe drove you crazy that you couldn’t stop the pleasurable noises slipping past your lips and you leaned down toward his ear and you began to whisper. 

“You know anything about sex, Toby?” you asked, blushing. 

Toby seemed taken aback by such a direction question. He looked into your eyes and his tone of voice was nervous and shy. 

“Ah… Ah know everything a fella needs to know about the.. Uh.. the birds and the bees.” he mumbled. 

You giggled.

“Um.. Have you ever had sex?” you asked curiously. 

Toby blushed hard at such a question. 

“Ah.. Well.. ah’ve never even held anyone’s hand before you. And ah’m pretty sure this was mah first kiss, so..” He chuckled nervously. 

You smiled widely at him and then you leaned over and kissed him again before whispering softly.  “It’s okay, I’ve never had sex either.” 

Toby was filled with mixed emotions. He was very excited by the idea of going even further with you. But the innocent and tender parts of him were uneasy about going too far too fast. He let out another nervous chuckle. “Really? You’ve also never had.. Uh… Never had.. You know..” he said shyly. 

“Sex..” You giggled. “Nope, I’ve never done it.. I was just curious to know if you had.” You shrugged with a smile. 

He breathed a sigh of relief. “Ah.. Uh.. thank god. Uh.. I’m real glad to.. Uh.. hear that. I mean.. Well.. you know.” He chuckled nervously and then his face became serious. “Ah uh.. may ah ask you a question?” 

You smiled and nodded. “Of course.” 

He cleared his throat.” Well.. this is.. Ah.. the closest ah’ve ever been to a gal.. and ah was just wondering.. Uh.. ah think that.. Ah might really care about you. How do ah know the difference between lustin’ after some.. Some hot girl and actually lovin’ her?” 

You giggled softly and blushed a little. 

“Oh.. Well, it depends on how I make you feel. Do you think about me? Do I make you nervous? Do you get butterflies around me?” she asked curiously. 

Toby was already blushing and he seemed slightly embarrassed. 

“Uh.. yeah. Uh.. yeah, all those things. Especially.. uh.. getting nervous.” He chuckled and nervously fiddled with his hands. You let out a soft sigh as you stared at him and you thought he was just the cutest thing. 

“You make me nervous too.” you said softly. 

His eyes lit up with hope. “Really?! You.. You’re not just sayin’ that?” 

“Really! I’ve had a crush on you for quite some time. But I was just too scared to say anything or just talk to you in general.” she whispered. 

Toby chuckled softly. 

“Ah thought you were too good lookin’ to be interested in me. Ah mean.. Who’d ever guess that a gorgeous gal like you would ever be interested in a nobody like me? Ah, well.. Ah never thought ah’d have anyone special in mah life. But ah guess ah do now.” He looked extremely happy and he pulled you in close for another intimate, passionate kiss. You returned that passionate little kiss and then you pulled back a little and you looked at him, his sweet words made you smile and shook your head. 

“Stop it.. You are not a nobody. You’re important around here, Toby. Don’t you know that?” you smiled. 

The compliment surprised him greatly. It took him a moment to respond. “Ah.. thank you. That’s.. uh.. that’s.. the nicest thing anyone ever said to me.” He thought about what you said and then something occurred to him. “Hey, y/n? Do ah.. ah seem smart to you?”

You smiled widely at him. 

“Toby, I think you’re the smartest person I know.” she beamed. 

He blushed at the unexpected compliment. He seemed a little overwhelmed. “Really? You.. You really think that?” 

“I do! I’ve seen how you take care of this place and the way you are with others. You are incredibly smart. I’ve kinda started defending you whenever someone speaks badly of you. You’re just a little different doesn’t mean you aren’t smart.” you said softly. 

“Wow! No one’s ever stuck up for me like that before. You’re.. You’re so nice to me. No one’s ever said ah’m smart before. Or important, for that matter. Usually ah’m not important and ah’m not smart. Ya sure you’re really interested in me?” he asked. 

“That’s ridiculous. People just need to get to know you more. You deserve to know and feel you are important and smart. And to answer your questions.. I am very sure I’m interested in you.” you smiled. 

Toby smiled back at you and the two of you sat there for a moment, just smiling at each other. Then suddenly, he remembered what he wanted to say. “Hey, y/n?” 

You smiled at him. “Yes?” 

“Uh, ah was gonna ask you if ah could ask you another question?” he smiled, a bit hesitated for a moment and blushed. “Okay, uh.. What if ah was the kinda fella.. Who didn’t really understand things too much? Would.. Would that kinda bother you?” He looked away nervously. 

You smiled at his words and kissed his cheek softly and you shook your head. “That doesn’t bother me at all. I know you don’t really understand certain things sometimes and that’s okay, Toby.” 

Toby could see how much you really did care for him and he was truly filled with joy. “Uh, ah was wonderin’.. ah mean.. Ah know ah’m pretty inexperienced when it comes to this.. this kinda stuff. Um, ah was wonderin’ if ah.. If ah could, ah mean, if ah could kiss you again?” His heart was pounding out of his chest as he looked into your eyes and waited for your response with bated breath. 

You blushed and nodded happily. 

“I’d love for you to kiss me again.” you whispered. 

He let out a soft laugh and he leaned in and began to passionately kiss you. He ran his fingers through your hair and held you tightly. He pressed himself up against you and kissed you until his lips began to tingle. He pulled you over to the passenger side and climbed on top of you. He ran his hand up your leg while you kissed. You were surprised by his forwardness and you pulled him down so that he was pressed against you and your heart was racing as seconds went by. Toby kissed along your cheek and he whispered into your ear. “I’m so crazy ‘bout you, y/n. I can’t go on like this. Will ya do me the biggest favor in mah life and be the other half of mah heart? Uh.. Will ya be my girlfriend?” he asked. 

Your eyes widened at his words as your arms slipped around his broad shoulders and you captured your bottom lip between your teeth and nodded. “Yes, Toby.. Yes..” you whispered. 

He kissed you again, kissing you with more passion and emotion than he’d ever experienced. He looked into your eyes and his cheeks were reddened by the kiss. Each kiss he left on your lips drove you mad and consumed your every being that it made your lips begin to tingle. “Y/N, ah love you with all mah heart. You, me.. It’s perfect. We are perfect.” He wrapped you up in his arms and he kissed you with more intensity than before that the two of you were completely lost in each other. Each kiss made his body feel like it was on fire. He moved his hands onto your lower back and his fingers caressed that area gently. His touch made your body shiver and your tongues met and you both began to breathe heavily. Toby’s heart raced so fast that he began to tremble. When the kiss finally broke the two of you looked at each other with deep affection. You let out a heavy exhale and you felt so nervous when they finally pulled away and you just smiled at him. 

Neither of you said anything for a moment. There was love in your eyes. You smiled at one another, it was a moment that neither of you wanted to forget. It was a moment of love and passion that would always be remembered. You giggled and couldn’t stop staring at him and his gorgeous features, smiling happily and you leaned up toward him and placed a soft kiss to his cheek. Your eyes locked on his and he cupped your face in his hands and let out a satisfying hum. “Y/N, ah love you with every beat of mah heart. Ah love you more than words or actions could ever reveal.” He placed another kiss on your lips. 

You held Toby tight in your arms and smiled wide at his words. “I love you too, Toby. I think I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you.” You giggled. 

Toby had never felt anything like this in his life. He felt pure happiness, passion, and love for the first time and it was overwhelming. You truly were the other half of his soul. He didn’t think he could ever love anyone as much as he loved you. He felt very lucky that love had finally found its way into his lonely heart. You just stared at him as you nuzzled your nose against his chest and admired his handsome features, you adored him, how sweet he was and his goofy little smile. You loved when he got confused or didn’t understand something. You just loved everything about him. Toby just smiled and then he leaned down and began to kiss along your neck and he reached down and slid his hand up your dress and he caressed the inside of your thigh, causing his own heart to race. He kissed along your neck, throat, and down to your shoulders, moving himself further down your body. You inhaled sharply, feeling his hand against your thigh and his soft lips kiss along your skin and when you felt his lips press against the part of your breasts that peeked out from your dress and you whimpered, biting your lip. When he looked into your eyes he saw nothing but pure passion. He grinned and tugged your dress up and you watched as he sunk down lower and he began to kiss along your right thigh and you whimpered again as your head tilted back against the seats. You didn’t expect him to do such a thing and you whispered breathlessly. “Oh, Toby..” 

His hand squeezed your thigh and he continued to kiss along the inside of it softly and slowly and as he kissed further up you held your breath as he got closer and closer to the heat between your legs. Your face was so red and the soft noises escaping you were so embarrassing. The very sounds you were making were driving him to insanity. He thought your skin was so smooth and warm and you were only getting warmer with each of his touches and kisses. He could feel you shaking and the beat of your heart. You didn’t know how much more you could take and you stared up at the roof of his car, your eyes rolling back as your body shook and moved to his every touch and kiss and your breathing was so heavy you thought you may explode. You wanted him more than ever now. Your noises let him know that. “Toby.. I.. I.. I want you.. Can we.. um…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence. 

His eyes began to flutter as he moved back up and his body pressed against yours and he kissed you again and his hand just continued to move up and down between your thighs slowly. His heart was beating wildly. He felt alive, more than ever in his life. His eyes were wide open and his heart was beating out of his chest. He could feel his breath and could feel your body moving against his. The sounds of your breathing and your whimpers and cute little noises were unbearable for him. He loved you so much, right at this moment, and he wanted her more than he wanted anything. You reached up and cupped his face in your hands and you locked eyes once again and you bit your lip. “I think.. I.. I want to have sex with you..”  you whisper shyly. 

He looked into your eyes and your words nearly caused him to explode. He wanted to be with you as much as you wanted to be with him. He wanted to so badly. “I.. want it.. too, y/n.” he kissed you softly, his hand still caressing each of your thighs. 

You pressed your body against his and wrapped your arms around him and pulled him so close so there was no space in between you two. “R.. Really?” you whispered. 

“Yes..” he said softly. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted you. He continued to kiss your lips. His hand reached further up your thighs and slide over your panties and he could feel how wet the fabric had become and he blushed and smirked, his hand was right where he wanted it to be and your couldn’t help but moan feeling his hand against your soaked panties and you couldn’t help but blush now either. This was all new to you and him. If this was going to happen right here, right now, this was going to be special for the both of you. You pulled your arms away and you sat up a bit to unbutton the front of your dress slowly. Toby watched with excitement as he saw you unbuttoning your dress and he smiled. He felt the blood rushing through his veins and he felt his heart beating faster. As your dress had become completely undone now revealing your bra and panties to him and his eyes widened. His hands shakily reached down to run along your body. Your skin seemed so soft and so sensitive against his touch. His hands moved carefully over your body and they moved over your skin and he enjoyed every second that he was touching you. You were so beautiful to him and he was going to make you happy. 

Your eyes watched every moment of him running his hands along your body and you loved the way he touched you and the places where he touched you. His hands felt so good against your skin, it drove you wild. You never wanted it to end. His hands slipped beneath you and up your back and he struggled a bit with unclasping your bra, but the moment he did he slowly peeled it off of you and tossed it to the side and now you were blushing being this exposed to him so far and his widened with excitement because he had never seen a woman’s breasts before and his hands couldn’t stop running along your bare chest, kneading your soft breasts in his hands. You giggled at his pure excitement and then you slowly reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. You desperately wanted to feel his skin against yours and once you got his shirt undone you began to run your fingertips slowly along his soft, sweaty chest. The moment his shirt was wide open he pressed his body against yours and he breathed heavily and your warm soft body moved against his causing soft moans to escape him. Toby thought you felt so nice against him his breathing was deep as he enjoyed feeling the sensation of your hardened nipples brushing against his chest and feeling the light hairs on his chest tickling against your breasts. This moment felt like heaven with him.

Toby couldn’t hide his excitement now as his lips pressed against your neck and as your bodies pressed so close together you could feel the arousal in his pants pressed against your thigh and you giggled softly so surprised by how big he was and she blushed. Toby could feel what’s going on in his pants and he got shy and began to blush. “Ah.. honey.. Ah.. S..Sorry..” he said embarrassingly. 

You beamed at him and giggled as you shook your head. “Don’t be sorry, that’s natural.. Is it okay if I take your pants off?” you whispered. 

He was so nervous and his body was trembling and his heart was racing but one thing was for sure that he wanted this and he nodded slowly. “Uh… yeah, yeah..” he mumbled. 

You smiled at him and brought your hands down towards his pants and you slowly began to unbutton them and then tug them down and he helped you get his pants off and he kicked them from around his ankles and you were met with a surprise as he had no underwear on and you giggled seeing his large member and Toby pressed himself back against you and he groaned. You bit down on your bottom lip and swallowed slowly. You were nervous but you could tell he was even more nervous. “Are you sure you want to do this, Toby?” you spoke softly as your hands ran along his chest. 

Toby takes a deep breath and he looks into your eyes and he smiles. “Yes.. Ah’m sure, darlin’. Ah want nothin’ more than do this.. Ah want to make you feel so good.” he whispered. You smiled at him and nodded and you took deep breaths of your own and you slowly reached down in between the two of you and you hooked your thumbs between your panties and Toby glanced down and his eyes watched with curiosity and delight as you lifted your hips and slipped your panties off and he reached down to help you get them off and he tossed them to the side where your bra laid and you watched the expression on his face as he marveled at the sight of your pussy and the way it glistened with your arousal seeping between your lips and he couldn’t believe what was about to happen. You blushed hard as you just watched him stare and you reached up to place a hand against his cheek. 

“D..Did you want to touch me first..?” you asked shyly seeing as his gaze never left from between your legs. 

Toby didn’t know what to say at first and he swallowed harshly and nodded even though he had no idea what to do. “Ah.. Um.. Just.. Just tell me what ta do, okay?” he mumbled. You nodded and took his right hand and you guided it down between your legs and you carefully took his fingertips and brushed them along your soaked lips and his fingers slightly parted them open as you did and you let out a soft whimper and Toby gasped and licked his lips and he could feel how wet his fingertips were just from that light graze and he looked down at his fingers and then back up at you. “W..What is this, darlin’?” he asked shyly. 

“That’s just my body’s way of showing you how much I want you, Toby.” you giggled and he raised an eyebrow and nodded and a smile formed on his lips. Now he brushed his fingers along your pussy lips once more and two of his fingers slipped between your slicked lips and breathed deeply feeling how wet you were making his fingers and you let out a soft whimper from his very touch and you just couldn’t take it anymore. You needed him. You reached down and grabbed a hold of his wrist and pulled his hand away and then you pulled him back down against you and you whispered to him. “I.. I want you so much, Toby. P-Put yourself inside of me now.. Please..” you begged. 

He leaned down and kissed your lips and he closed his eyes for a moment as he was losing himself in the feeling of your body pressed so firmly against him and you could feel him trembling against you. “I’ll help you..” you whispered and he nodded with a smile. You both reached down and grasped his hard member in your hands and you clenched your jaw tight as you tried to get your body to relax now as you helped guide his cock inside of you and the both of you gasped at the same time and you clenched your jaw tighter as closed your eyes as you felt the pressure and the pain of him entering your wet pussy and he was making all sorts of soft noises, groaning, moaning underneath his breath as his cock inches further into you and caused you to wince softly. He noticed that you weren’t enjoying what was happening as much as he was and he stopped for a moment. 

“Am.. Am ah hurtin’ ya, darlin’? Ah.. Ah don’t mean to..” he whispered. 

You opened your eyes and shook your head at him slowly as you tried to speak. “No.. No.. it’s okay, Toby. I’m okay, don’t stop, okay?” you replied in an airy whisper. Toby furrowed his brow and he nodded and he proceeded to inch himself inside of you until he had fully entered you and you gasped softly feeling how deep he was already and the pain of it all. 

“Oh my darlin’.. That feels.. just.. mah heart’s just ‘bout to burst. Ah’ve never felt this good in mah life. Oh god.. Ah’m in heaven..” he said as a moan slipped passed his lips. 

“Oh goodness, Toby..” you said breathlessly as you moaned out of both pleasure and pain. You didn’t want him to stop there so you began to guide him on what to do next and you slowly began to move him but he was so excited that he didn��t really need help at all as he began to thrust inside of you causing your body to bounce up and down beneath him and you mewled and whimpered softly with every moment and his cock was stretching your tight cunt open with each thrust he made forcing you to adjust to the size of him. Your hands gripped onto his sides and your nails dug into his skin as your head rolled back and you moaned softly, the squeaking of his leather seats in his truck growing louder as your body moved against it. 

“Oh, god almighty! Oh, darlin’.. T..this feels so good.. Ah’m gonna die..” he moaned. 

You soft giggled escaped your lips between your sounds of pleasure and you cupped his face in your hands to make him look at you and his movements were becoming swift and you kissed him deeply. “You’re not gonna die, honey.. It’s okay..” you mumbled. You had never felt something more amazing in your life and you felt the same as he did that you felt like you could die too. It was pure bliss. The two of you kissed passionately, moaning into each other’s mouths. “Oh, Toby.. You feel so good..” you moaned on his lips and your sweat slicked bodies moved as one the squeak of the leather louder beneath you and it could be heard over your heavy breaths and panting. Toby truly felt alive and in love. 

“I love ya, darlin’.. I really do.. This is love..” he groaned softly against your lips, his eyes welling up with tears of joy.

You smiled at his words as you grasped tighter onto him. “I love you so much, Toby.. I love this..” you whispered. 

The two of you kept up your rhythm and Toby buried his face into your neck as his hands grabbed onto your hips and he thrusted even harder against you nearly causing you to squeal as you moaned and his cock slammed against your walls, penetrating you deeply making you his with every swift movement. Your body responded in the best ways to him as his cock slipped in and out of you with ease now. “Oh, darlin’.. Is something wrong? Ah.. feel.. A little strange.. But nothing ah ever imagined. It’s like ah’m floating..” he moaned with pleasure. He couldn’t control what was happening or what he was feeling, but his climax was reaching fast and you could feel his body shaking and his hips bucking and the sounds from him grew louder. You took heavy deep breaths and clung to him and whispered into his ear. 

“I feel.. oh Toby.. I feel it too..” you whimpered as your orgasm had begun to build in the pit of your stomach. This was a whole new feeling for the both of you and you didn’t know what to expect. Toby  was struggling to calm himself with his breathing and his hands grasped onto the leather seats and you felt his body jolt and convulse against you and suddenly you could feel a warm substance filling you up and seeping out of you and he groaned loudly into your ear and felt like he was going to pass out from how good he felt and his hips continued to thrust even after he came and your eyes rolled back and you breath caught in your throat as your orgasm washed over you and you moaned out his name as you came all over his cock. He was pleasantly surprised, feeling the liquid that dripped out of you onto his cock. His movements finally came to a stop and he collapsed on top of you and his face buried into your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. Your body trembled as you reached up to run your fingers through his sweat drenched hair and he lifted his head up and smiled. 

“Oh, darlin’.. You showed me a man can die of happiness.” he said breathlessly. 

You giggled softly, kissing his cheek.

“I think it was just an orgasm, Toby.. You’re not dying, but it sure could feel like it when you’re in love.” you smiled at him. 

Toby’s eyes widened at your words and he smiled. “That’s what it’s called? An.. orgasm? Ah had no idea, but ah musta had one ‘cause ah feel so dang happy, mah heat’s just about to burst. Ah feel like a new man.” he grinned. 

You blushed at his words. “Mhm.. I think it’ll feel like that everytime.” you hummed as you nuzzled your nose against his cheek. “And you’ve made me a new woman..” you whispered into his ear. 

Toby giggled now and his breathing had finally returned back to normal. “Well, mah goodness.. Thank ya for makin’ me so happy. Ah ain’t ever felt like this.” 

Now you began to giggle from his words and shook your head because he was too darn cute. “Just think we can do that whenever you like.” you laughed. 

“Goshdarn it, darlin’.. Ah could do that everyday for the rest of mah life!” he laughed . 

You shook your head and laughed as you wrapped your arms around him and kissed him softly. “You’re so cute.” you whispered as the two of you kissed softly and his hand tangled into your hair and he embraced you and his lips traced along your neck slowly and he made his way up to your ear and nibbled at your earlobe playfully. 

“Ah love you so much, darlin’. Ah.. Ah, I just want to be with you forever.” he whispered. 

“Oh, Toby.. I want to be with you forever. This has been the best day of my entire life...” you whispered as you smiled at him. You watched as he lifted himself up and laid beside you and he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you close and feeling the softness of your body against his own. You felt so comfortable and at ease in his arms as you snuggled into the warmth of him and he kissed your cheek softly. 

“Ah love ya, darlin’.. more than you know.” he mumbled. 

You smiled at his words and you couldn’t stop smiling now as you turned to face him, pressing a soft kiss to his chin. “I love you too, Toby.” you hummed. 

“Can.. uh.. Can we just stay here a little longer, darlin’? Then ah’ll take ya back home.” he whispered. You smiled warmly at his words and nodded your head slowly as you buried your face into his chest. 

“Yes, I’d like that..” you whispered. The two of you laid in his truck cuddling up together and you didn’t care one bit that your naked body was sticking to the seats of his truck or that the two of you were so sweaty from what you just did and that the Florida heat didn’t help. Neither of you cared one bit about any of that because just being in each other’s arms was the most delightful and the most calming feeling in the world.

The end.

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[st4rgrl4l1f3]

There was literally no excuse for the way Simon and Soap were the stupidest fucking people together. And only together. They are skillful soldiers, they always complete their mission. But holy fuck, take them out? Put them on a damn leash. It’s like two dogs trying to look at everything whilst on a walk.

Nothing could prepare Gaz for the way Price genuinely says shit like “whoopsies” “We’re in a bit of a jam, huh?” “Uh oh”. Kinda like if he was talking to a little kid. Gaz didn’t know why he used those kinds of words, here’s this special forces captain whom he thought was stone cold; apparently that only applies on the battlefield.

Alejandro’s mind was completely empty, watching Ghost, Soap and Gaz attempt to learn more Spanish. Soap couldn’t roll his R’s, Gaz sounded American whilst attempting to say a word that had been troubling him. It was Ferrocarril. Railroad. Ghost thought that turning Spanish subtitles on his show would help. It didn’t. “Joder, sois estúpidos de cojones..” (Holy shit, you guys are stupid as fuck..).

If Soap is mad, he won’t hesitate to scream. Yell. Only if it’s in the comfort of his home. Captain Price once came over and thought Soap was being attacked. No. He burned his breakfast. Running into the kitchen, gun in hand, he watches Soap pop more toast into the toaster. “Hope my eggs won’t get cold.” “Fuckin hell, Soap. I thought you were dying.” “No, I burned my toast.” “Fucks sake.”

Ghost genuinely cannot go a week without wreaking havoc. Scaring the shit out of people. He likes scaring the new young soldiers, ones who think they’re all that because they got into the military. That is, until Ghost comes up behind them, a heavy hand on their shoulder. “You ever been on the battlefield?” Said in a voice deeper than he’d normally go, but it was funny as shit to him, watching the soldiers jump and then looking straight into their eyes, watching as they attempt to politely disengage in the conversation.

Alejandro frequently plays video games, hard ones that he gets up on his high horse talking about “How hard can a Videojuego be?” (How hard can a video game be?” …Until he is red with rage, veins popping out of his forehead, hands shaking and squeezing the controller so tight that Rudy thought it was going to break. “No es tan grave, Alejandro ..” (It’s not that serious, Alejandro..” he says, getting more and more quiet as he spoke. Alejandro looked back at him, throwing the controller into the wall (denting it.) “You try then, Pendejo.” He says in a dark, creepy ass voice.

The teams genuine reaction when Gaz pulls out a book on the helicopter and starts reading is fucking insane. “Reading?” Ghost comments, wide eyed and sounding astonished. “I mean, the flight will be long. Might as well” He says, shrugging. “You’ve gotta be kiddin’, Gaz.” Soap scans Gaz’s eyes, looking for any humor in them. None. He was completely serious?? “Well, nothin wrong with a bit of reading, yeah boys?” Captain Price reads the room—“..You guys seriously don’t read? Ever?” “Why the fuck would we read-“ they both chirp in unison.

Captain Price is either over dressed or under dressed for the occasion. Why are you wearing a suit at Christmas dinner…And why are you wearing shorts and a Metallica shirt to church…Sometimes Gaz helps him dress so that he won’t look out of place. Has to take him out shopping since he’s rarely in normal clothes, I mean he’s got his gear and a civilian outfit (STRICTLY a civilian outfit.), maybe four shirts, a few pairs of shorts, three pairs of jeans, and a pair of sweatpants. Which wasn’t exactly bad, but for church that just will not do, Captain!!!

Soap has no social anxiety. He’s loud when he laughs, talking with random men at the bar, telling his story to some guy named Daniel who he just met 13 minutes ago. Which for the record, Daniel thinks Soap is fucking awesome. Holy shit dude, you’re a special op? Yeah that’s not something you see everyday. Him and Daniel now meet at the bar a few times per week when Soap is given the green light to do so.

[ladelinee]

Authors note: I can't believe I finally finished this part! I struggled with finding inspiration 😫, but I'm happy that you can enjoy it now! If you have any suggestions about what you'd like me to include in future parts, feel free to DM me 🖤 Enjoy!

Word count: 3,7K

Warnings: Negative thoughts, teasing, kissing, touching, +18 language.

“All shook up”

(Part 3)

The air was buzzing with excitement as Elvis prepared for his show backstage. With a soft hum, he sang improvised songs while his stylist meticulously adjusted every sequin and stitch on his jumpsuit. The intricate patterns on the fabric hugged his form, enhancing his stage presence. As the room filled with the murmur of conversations and equipment, Elvis remained poised and cool, ready to electrify the audience with his performance. It was a moment of pure anticipation, and you could feel the energy crackling in the air.

Joe entered the room, panting but trying to appear calm. "Hey E, how are you?" he asked.

Elvis turned around with a smile but sensed that something was off. "Hey Joe, everything alright?" he asked.

Joe hesitated for a moment before delivering the news that Elvis was dreading. "Well, I came to speak to you about this... Priscilla is on her way to see the show. She wants to surprise you."

Elvis's face immediately dropped at the mention of his wife's name. He knew that this could cause some trouble. "What? Ya're kiddin’ me, right?" he asked, trying to downplay its importance, but his nervous laugh betrayed his anxiety.

Joe's expression turned serious as he shook his head, "No, Elvis. She's really coming," he said. "I know we agreed to only have wives on opening and closing shows, and I tried to stop her with that, but she's determined to see you. She wants to make sure you're safe after the earthquake."

Elvis sighed and rubbed his face with his hands, looking irritated. "I know, Joe... I know the deal. Damn it, I didn't keep her in the loop.”

Elvis couldn't help but think about Y/n's beautiful face, which had been a nice break from his usual routine lately.

A staff member suddenly entered and informed Elvis that only 15 minutes were remaining until the start of the show.

Elvis nodded at the staff member. "Alright. I'll be there in a minute. Thank you"

Elvis let out a heavy sigh as he turned back to Joe again. “Ya know what, Joe, I was really hopin' to see y/n tonight. But now, it's lookin' like Cilla might just stay on over. Guess I gotta handle this whole thing right now”

“Hey, have you lost your mind?" Joe exclaimed. "There's no way you or any of the guys can leave now to deal with this, Elvis. The fans are swarming the building, trying to find their seats, and the media is everywhere. It's chaos out there!“

Elvis groaned and shook his head, thinking and walking in circles. "Damn... you're right, Joe.”

Suddenly Elvis walked towards the phone backstage, feeling his heart racing with anticipation. He pressed the dial button and tried to contact y/n's office. He thought that cancelling the date would be the quickest way to find a temporary solution.

"Damn it all…” Elvis let out a frustrated groan as he heard nothing but silence on the other end of the line.

"Mr. Presley, you have 10 minutes left." The staff member announced.

Elvis started feeling anxious and decided to resort to a plan B.

“Hear me, Joe. Hunt down that son-of-a-bitch Red, and instead of him playin' bodyguard tonight, send him for a minute to go and tell the girl this…”

Elvis thought for a moment and finally, with a snap of his fingers, he came up with a message. “Alright, just go on and tell her things got switched around. Tonight I'm dealin' with somethin' else, right at the last minute. Make sure she knows I'll ring her later to explain and I'm real sorry, ya hear?”

Joe nodded in agreement and began to head towards the door when Elvis interrupted him again.

“One last thing, tell Red to be gentle with her, will ya? At times, he's rougher 'n a bull in a china shop” Elvis sighed and ran his hands through his hair.

“Priscilla is getting on your nerves. Am I right?” Joe playfully teased Elvis to lighten the mood.

Joe's voice caught Elvis' attention as he looked up from his thoughts "Ya got no idea how much... I just want this night to be over, damn it" he said.

…“5 minutes, Mr. Presley”…

Elvis's demeanour changed, and he became laser-focused on giving his fans the performance of a lifetime. It was clear that nothing could stop him from delivering his best.

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“Seat 5, row B, on the right – get ready for a night to remember!” I exclaimed with contagious enthusiasm, guiding the last fan to their seat.

The night was so busy that every employee helped with the crowds coming to see Elvis. Time passed quickly, and the more time went by, the more nervous I became. "Only a few more hours until midnight" I whispered while hugging myself inside the furry coat that Elvis had given me.

As I began a daydream, my mind filled with fantasies and exciting scenarios. I wondered if Elvis would want to grab drinks with me, or maybe he would suggest we go to a secret spot. My mind ran wild with imaginations of all sorts.

My hands began to shake, but not from the cold. They were reacting to the sound of the applause and music coming from inside the showroom, a clear sign that Elvis was on stage. I couldn't help but smile to myself, feeling incredibly lucky at the thought of seeing him later. My body was responding to the nervous excitement, and my

smile seemed to light up the whole lobby.

My thoughts completely caught me off guard when I looked towards the front of the lobby and, to my utter surprise, there stood a stunning woman. Her graceful movements, almost like a model, along with the security team that accompanied her, were walking directly towards the entrance of the showroom.

It was Priscilla Presley.

I was so shocked that I couldn't find the right words to respond. I even missed the chance to welcome her myself. Thankfully an employee intervened, and she entered the showroom.

She made me question how on earth I thought I could ever stand a chance with Elvis. At that moment, I felt so small… and I was still wearing the coat that Elvis had given me, probably as a way to compensate me for the inconvenience rather than anything more significant.

As I was still trying to process the situation, a loud voice suddenly drew my attention. I turned to see a tall and red-haired man standing next to me, who I could only assume was Red West.

“Y/n? I have a message from Elvis” He asked. I could sense the weight of his words, especially given that he spoke on behalf of Elvis.

“Yes, it's me. How may I assist you?” I replied professionally. I waited nervously, unsure of what he would say next.

"He can't make it tonight, he is busy dealing with something more important, Have a good night, miss" Red said before rushing to the corridors leading backstage, without a chance for me to even reply.

The sudden change in my status from something special to something insignificant had sent my anxiety levels soaring, and I felt a hundred daggers piercing my stomach. The coat I was wearing began to feel heavier, as all the joy and excitement it was bringing me was suddenly drained away. I had been nothing more than entertainment for Elvis all this time. How stupid I was!

The sound of Elvis's voice filled the air. The lyrics were hitting me hard. The pain was too much to bear, and I knew I had to leave. As I walked away, the words of the song echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but feel crushed and devastated.

“Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?

Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?

Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?”

At 4 pm, a new shift started and I found myself in front of the mirror once again. I applied concealer to hide my dark circles as I had barely slept the night before.

I stepped out of my office and walked over to do the daily check before attending to Elvis and his wife, a thought that made my heart ache.

"Oh la la! My dear friend!" Alex suddenly jumped out from the corner as if he were a tiger on the hunt. "Wow, what are those dark circles? Did your secret admirer make them for you?" he asked with a mischievous smirk as if he were fishing for information.

"I really don't want to get into it. He just cancelled everything, end of story" I said, my voice betrayed a hint of hurt.

I anticipated Alex would show some compassion towards me, but instead, he said:

"Look, I've never seen you like this before. First off, you're a top-notch pro. Let's not let the guard down now. Second..." Alex began sprucing up my hair and tweaking my jacket. "Dress to impress, so he kicks himself for what he's missing. And third... guess who left the hotel this morning?" Alex revealed with a sly grin as if he had the inside scoop on last night's drama.

Without even having a say in the matter, I was instantly swept up in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. My expression became a mix of confusion and curiosity. Before I had a chance to voice my thoughts, Alex broke in.

"No time to waste!" he declared firmly, noticing that I was puzzled. "Elvis is up and asking for you. Please go! I will take care of the daily check" he assured me with a determined tone, urging me to focus on the immediate priority rather than being distracted by other matters.

"Oh, you really know how to keep the gossip alive, don't you?" I mumbled under my breath, a smile played on my lips as I headed towards the elevator.

Alex just shot me a friendly smile and gave me a wink to cheer me up. I nodded my appreciation and walked into the elevator, heading towards Elvis's penthouse.

“So I got up and walked out in that… hallway

Had my flashlight and my gun in one hand

I looked at that big chandelier hangin’ over the dining room table…

That son-of-a-bitch was shakin’ man, back and forth”

As I opened the door to the penthouse, I could already hear the sound of Elvis's voice coming from within.

When I stepped inside, I found Elvis sitting in an armchair with his back turned, dressed in black. The jumpsuit he had worn for the concert the previous night was on the floor, and the room was a little messy with some beer cans in the living room area.

Elvis continued talking on the phone until he finally noticed my presence. He said a quick goodbye to the person on the other end of the call and turned his focus to me.

He appeared to be quite pleased with the sight of me, though I could see a small glimpse of guilt on his face for having cancelled our plans the previous night. He didn't speak right away, probably awaiting my response.

“Good afternoon” I said smiling. I knew my role. The last thing I wanted to do was make this scenario personal. So, I maintained my professional demeanour, waiting for Elvis to speak first.

“Darlin’. M’sorry for cancelling our plans, last night was not easy, trust me.” Elvis said, regretful.

“It’s fine, Mr. Presley, I understand. I hope you had a nice time during the show with your wife.”

In return, I remained cold, maintaining my distance. It seemed that Elvis was getting anxious as he realized that I had no intention of engaging in any emotional connections with him.

Elvis seemed quite surprised by me calling him by his last name. "Darlin’, call me Elvis." He insisted.

I remained stoic, calmly replying "Fine, Elvis."

Elvis, worried about my answer, stared at the floor and then continued “Listen, Cilla ain't supposed to be showin' up here. Our marriage ain't going well, believe me. We ain't even sharin' the same bed”

I couldn't help but wonder whether what he said was true or just a lie. Although I wished it to be true, it seemed too good to be true. When faced with a challenge, I chose to respond boldly.

"If your marriage isn't going well, why are you still with her? " I asked. "I knew from the very beginning that you considered me as just an entertainment" I continued, letting my bitterness and frustration show.

Elvis got the point straightaway. “The main reason I'm still with her is all 'cause of my little girl, Lisa. She’s everythin’ to me. I… I love comin’ home and seein’ her pretty little face waitin’ for his daddy." Elvis explained while he walked towards me.

He held my chin gently in his hand, and his piercing gaze locked into mine. He stood so close that his towering height made it hard for me to even see the window behind him, casting a shadow with his broad shoulders.

“And…from the moment I saw ya...” he said, his voice low and steady. My heart raced as he continued, “…I felt somethin' special. That's why I argued with your boss to keep ya. Y/n, ya are very special to me, I can't deny it.” He said. My breath caught in my throat as I realized that the feeling was mutual.

"Is that true?" I asked with disbelief. I couldn't believe the words coming from his mouth. As he drew closer, my heart started pumping even harder. His presence made me weak. I was hopelessly drawn to him.

“I’ve never been so honest in my life, darlin’”

As I was still processing the weight of his words, Elvis swiftly reached out and held my face with both hands, bringing me into a deep kiss before I could react.

The kiss was filled with passion and hunger, almost as if we were both finally giving in to what we truly desired. I felt overwhelmed by the suddenness of his action, but I couldn't resist the feeling of attraction and passion I felt for him.

In the closeness we shared, my senses started to heighten. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my cheek and the firm grasp of his large, soft hands on my jaw. The familiar, sweet and musky scent of his fragrance, evoking memories of our first meeting, caused a tremble throughout my body.

One of his hands slowly slid down my back, as if a hissing snake was running over it. His hand stopped at my butt, grabbing it with desire. His movement was so powerful that he almost lifted me off the ground, slamming me against him.

I moaned into his mouth.

Elvis paused and looked me straight in the eye, making me skip a heartbeat. His blue eyes were filled with a mix of desire and affection.

"Goddamit, baby, do that again," he requested, his voice almost breathless with excitement. He looked down and noticed that he was hugging me so tightly that my breasts were pressed against his chest, and he let out a subtle groan of pleasure.

"I think somethin’ is in the way," Elvis said with a sly grin, now looking at my jacket. My face couldn't help but turn red, the blush of shyness and heat filling my body. His looks and his gestures were becoming more and more sensual and teasing.

Elvis gently removed my jacket, letting it fall directly to the floor. Meanwhile, his lips were close to mine and attempting to bite me. I couldn't help but moan softly, as he requested previously, when he grabbed my breasts by surprise before he finally managed to achieve his aim of biting my lip.

“Oh my… “ I added. I was starting to feel a tingling in my core. His warm and big hands grabbing my breasts with a possesive grip made me feel like in heaven.

"Baby, I can stop if ya want me to" He suggested with a cheeky smirk, while his hands moved down to my shirt and slowly unbuttoned it, his focus shifted to my black bra and looked at it with parting lips.

"No, please... keep going" I replied, my voice became more urgent and needy. I needed his touch, his caresses were like a drug to me and I couldn't get enough.

The manly smell and the roughness of his skin after having shaved yesterday were enough for me to notice the wetness of my panties.

I started kissing and licking his neck vigorously as if begging him for more.

"Oh fuck" he moaned under his breath. We both knew what was coming next, as his bulge hardened against my stomach and Elvis' eyes, gleaming with a hunter’s glint, turned hungry as they fixated on my bra. His hands moved swiftly and decisively, grabbing my breasts with urge and pulling my bra down. His gaze was fixed on my breasts and he was making no intention of stopping any time soon.

My breasts were still bouncing from the sudden movement Elvis made when I felt his warm breath and soft lips on one of my nipples, and my whole body began to tremble.

He kissed them softly at first, passing his tongue around, making me grab his black hair, and whine softly. That reaction convinced him to take it to the next level, and he started nibbling, getting them hard and giving me an even more intense pleasure. Right after, he pinched them and rolled between his fingers, making my breathing become heavier.

I started feeling my clit growing slowly and throbbing. I couldn’t help but rub my thighs together. Elvis watched how I was doing it with a naughty and amusing smile that slightly curled his lip “Hhm, There ya go.” He added.

He started playing harder with my nipples, turning them red. I was about to gasp when he grabbed my neck, taking control of my breathing.

I could feel Elvis’ pants tightening around his crotch area, and he started to buck his hips against me in a slow and sensual dry-humped motion. His breathing was heavy, as he was focused entirely on the sensation of my body and the friction he was making.

The mix of Elvis’ lips just inches apart from mine, mixed with the sound of his growls and his breath hitting my face, was overwhelming. The warmth of his hand on my neck, reddened nipples, and the heat caused from his bulge were driving me wild, the pleasure was too intense to handle at once, all while Elvis was enjoying my gestures and keeping his eyes piercing into mine.

I began to caress his bulge, and my eyes widened in surprise when I realized his length and how hard it was. Immediately I pulled his shirt towards me, eager to kiss him. He leaned back and avoided the kiss, laughing softly and teasingly.

“Well, well…look at ya. Miss Prim and Proper’s gone and turned into a little ol’ thing yearnin’ for me. So am I forgiven?" he said, his smile revealed that he was enjoying my attempts to get closer to him, and I couldn't help but feel desperate for more.

"Oh, Elvis...You're so..." I sighed, blushing but at the same time hungry for more.

Elvis removed his hand from my neck, and grabbed my butt once more. “So… what, darlin’?”He asked with husky and teasing voice while his hands started moving down to the edge of my skirt, slowly lifting it up and showing a glimpse of my panties.

Right before I could reply or he had the chance to peek beneath my skirt, a sudden knock at the door halted everything.

“Housekeeping, may I come in, please?” The voice from outside asked.

It seemed someone had noticed Elvis was awake, and sent them in to clean.

As soon as we started hearing the knocking on the door again, Elvis turned his head to look at the door, then at me. And I just froze. "Oh god, no. No, no, no!" I exclaimed in panic, my face turned pale. "They're going to come in anyway, and they'll see me like this"

Elvis laughed softly, leading me to the wardrobe. He said "Don't ya worry, we'll be hidden in here for a while. Come on, let's hide!" He took my wrist and helped me step into the wardrobe. When we were inside, Elvis kept laughing softly as he shut the door. “Well, ain’t this a pattern? We’re always endin’ up in these tight, shadowed spots.” He said.

He positioned himself behind me, my heart was racing. “This is not funny, Elvis,” I whispered while hiding in the wardrobe. I was terrified of being caught and fired.

As the housekeepers opened the door, I peeked out through the gap between the wardrobe doors and saw my jacket on the floor, with my name tag on it.

“Right, Mr. Presley is not here; I want the room impeccable,” a lady in a suit said before leaving the room.

Oh Lord, that was Angelica, Doris’ boss. That housekeeping manager hated me for no apparent reason, and if she catches wind of this, my career will be over.

The employees began cleaning the room, and my heart pumped with fear. “They’re going to see my jacket��� I said, worried.

Elvis, standing behind me, grabbed my waist and pulled me closer, covering my mouth with his hand. “Shh…It’s okay, darlin’, ya work for me now. We’ll figure somethin’ out,” he whispered. “By the way… this ain’t over,” he added softly, his voice filled with desire as he finally brought his free hand to the front part of my panties.

The rush of thinking we might get caught, mixed with Elvis's touch, sparked a whole new excitement in me.

Today's shift was shaping up to be a real rollercoaster.

Need to recap? Part 2 here

Part 4

[bastardtrait]

Of all the Copperdale Hares Toby still keeps in contact with, there's only still-good friend, Jay Graham. For a good reason. and yeah we r gonna be doing a lot of going between the two time periods ok? u aren’t my mom

transcript:

Present day

[SFX: Treadmill running sounds] TOBY: (quiet panting) …

[SFX: Phone ringing]

TOBY, on the phone: Y'ello. JAY: Toby! Did you get my texts? TOBY: Sorry Jay, I was running, didn't hear them. What's up?

JAY: Listen, we're still going to that art exhibit, right? I need to book off work. TOBY: Yeah, for sure! I mean, Vic still wants to come, right? JAY: You kiddin'? It's the only thing she wanna talk about. "I wanna go to the big art thing! Can we go to it, daddy?" (chuckles) TOBY: Awww. She's so cute.

JAY: You know Vic. Always hoppin' at the chance to hang out. TOBY: I'm glad. Yeah, book the night off. It's in like, what, a few days, anyway? JAY: Something like that.

TOBY: Okay man, well thanks for calling. Tell Vic I love her for me. JAY: She's at Ashley's tonight, but next chance I get, for sure. Don't work out too hard. TOBY: Please, Jay. It takes sooo much effort to maintain this godly physique. JAY: (snort) Don't piss me the fuck off, Lucky. Okay man, have a good night.

[sentientcave]

Hello hello! I’m interested in hearing more about your Rugby fic! What’s it about and who does it feature?

Hey there, howdy, hi!

Rugby is a Ghoap x 2ndPOV FTM OC/Reader (He's got a name and a nickname (Ripley/Ripper), but it's not clear if it's a first or last name). Astonishingly little actual rugby happens. It's mostly just silly boys being boys in love (Ghost and Soap are actively trying to date Ripper and he is like, hahaa they're such good friends).

Here's a lil snippet (There's also a few lil snips in the list of WIP Wednesdays listed at the bottom of my masterlist if you'd like to know more). This is mostly a texting bit that I don't think I've posted before.

You text Johnny and Simon as soon as Liv gets off you, opening the group chat that Johnny set up, which is mostly just Johnny sending you tiktok links and Simon sending pictures of dogs and cats that he sees.

Ripper: hey lads. Asking a big favour, but could you put me up for a week? Roomies got family coming and their accommodations fell through. No problem if you can't/don't want to, won't be pressed about it.

Soap: !!!!!!!!!!!

Soap: r u fukkin kiddin me rn Rip? Course ye can stay

Ghost: Only got one bed though.

Soap: Rip's just a wee feller we can squeeze him in

You laugh. As if you’re going to be choosy about the sleeping arrangements when they’re doing you a big favour.

Ripper: Lads, I will gladly sleep on the couch. Or the floor tbh. Bathtub even.

Ghost: Nah just kidding.

Ghost: We have a guest room.

Soap: we've got a playroom 2 if yed like to see it

Ghost: Johnny

Soap: Yeh LT?

Ghost: Shut up.

Soap: Get yer arse over here n make me

Ghost: In a minute. When do you need to come over?

"Hey, Liv, what day are they coming?"

"Wednesday, they'll be here in the evening."

Ripper: Wednesday. Could come home with you after practice.

Ghost: We'll pick you up so you don't have to lug your bag to the pitch. Be there 6:30.

Ripper: Thanks, lads. You're lifesavers.

Soap: nythin 4 u Rip.

Soap: n I mean ANYTHIN

Soap: jcudheiks

You figure that's Simon making good on his promise to make Johnny shut up.

[ssparksflyy]

EUGENE FITZHERBERT?

I LOVE LOVE LOVE THE THEME OMG !!

FLYNN RIDER EUGENE FITZHERBERT

peak friendship bro we r literally percy nd grover like. u were my first real friend on here nd im so glad to have gotten to know u 🥹 u were my saytr protector guiding me into the deep depths of tumblr (KIDDING, kiddin actually deadass id be grover, youd be percy, nd emma would be annabeth WAIT) and lowkey i genuinely dont think i wouldve met half the people i know now or done some of the things ive done if it werent for you- ur my #1 motivation i love listening to u yap nd i appreciate u sm for listening to me yap :( ILYSM ANGEL U OWN MY HEART

[jubileexoxo]

you gotta be absolutely fuckin kiddin me if ur actually upset over some of the charatcer casting for TLOU HBO, stop being a cry baby about it but that’s not my main point!! my main point is ppl upset over SARAHS CASTING‼️‼️

“she doesn’t suit the character, she wont play her right!!” you can just say it’s because she’s black and go🧍🏾 SARAH WAS PRESENT IN THE GAME FOR 30 MINUTES, IT DOES NOY MATTER‼️‼️‼️ and ppl r saying she’s not a realistic casting for sarah but sarah has a mother that’s NOT PRESENT. Her mother could be any race in the mf world so the casting would make sense either way

as for the others casting, WHO CARES‼️‼️ You’re gonna it anyway so do you REALLY care for the casting or are you just bitchin? The actors were chosen for their acting abilities, not their looks!!

tldr; stop complaining about the casting who really cares if u hate sarah’s actress ur racist and hate black people i don’t care

[legendheroes]

Hiro is true the rumor that you used to wear googles in your head as a child?

Hiro: But I'm a child?

Everyone else:

HE HAD GOGGLES?!

Hiro: I didn't know that was a rumor...?

Tagiru: Then... W-what happened to them...? The glasses you had...

Hiro: I gave them back to my cousin.

Tagiru: Your cousin?

Hiro: Yeah, he had some goggles and he gave them to me for a while to cheer me up after I got that scar. He told me to be brave and that 'courage will give you wings' or something like that.

Daisuke: Wait a minute. Taichi-san said that before.

Taichi: Yeah, I said that before... Wait, does that mean that Hiro is my cousin?!

Daisuke: That makes no sense! The glasses are with me! I gave them to Taichi for a while and he gave them back to me later!

Takuya: Whoa whoa whoa whoa, guys. Didn't you all forget that there are TWO Taichis in this room?

Taichi, Daisuke: .....................

Takato: So that means he's Taichi-kun's cousin, right?

R!Taichi: Sorry to disappoint you, but he's not my cousin, so it could be someone else.

Masaru: If there are two Taichis, there could be more than one, don't forget that there are also two Taikis.

Taiki: That's right. Still if this Taichi is from another world...

R!Taichi: Oh I did meet another Taichi before! He had a V-dramon as partner!

Daisuke: You gotta be kiddin'. YOU'RE KIDDIN' RIGHT?!

Takuya: Ohhh, thaaat Taichi...! The one that makes Daisuke acts like a tsun every time they see each other.

Hiro: You guys know my cousin...?

※ This was supposed to be a joke based on how the V-Tamer artist & writer duo were involved in the Ghost Game production that now I've decided to headcanon it. If GG takes place in an alternate universe of 2021-2022, then I'm jokingly headcanoning it as the same world as the V-Tamer manga. VT-Taichi is canonically the same age as anime Taichi (OG) -- he was born in 1988 -- so I'm guessing he's 33-34 years old, and possibly 20 years older than Hiro.

[dee-in-the-box]

heres a few questions about ur davesport fan kids:

do they know about jack’s siblings/their aunt/uncle? have they met them directly or did Jack tell them? (the latter’d make a killer one-shot)

Are dave and jack good parents? (in general)

what would/do they think about the fact their parents r literal kiddin murderers?

do dave and jack have favorites?

what do dave and jack think about the idea of raising them in genral? i always thought Jack would be hesitant to take care of a child considering his past experience with Dee

hoo boy, here we go (it's gonna be a lot):

- regardless of the route that happens, Jack does tell them about Dee and Peter. in the Good Route, they all live with Peter and Caroline, and Jack tells them about Dee (he might as well; there's pictures of her all over the house, and the kids are gonna start asking eventually) . in the Legacy Route, he still tells them. hey, even if both Dee and Peter hate him (for good reason, mind you), the kids still deserve to know who their family is.

- Jack and Dave are...surprisingly decent parents. more so Jack than Dave. Dave's trying his best in the Legacy Route (the one where the family sticks together. Until Dave Dies, That Is), but. Y'know. didn't really Have parents, and the closest thing he had to a parental figure (Henry) was abusive as fuck. Jack’s only advice to him was "Did Henry do it? Then don't do it to the kids."

Jack does pretty well. He had four years of personal experience, after all!

- this is an interesting question, 'cause it definitely depends on the route.

Good Route: admits that he killed five kids back in Colorado (pre-Liz's Birth), but is trying to make up for it. kids are a bit shocked, but can tell that he's trying to fix things.

Legacy Route: Jack used to casually bring up the fact that he’s murdered kids before, but the kids always thought he was joking. hey, he joked around a lot, and Dad was always so nice to them, so why wouldn't they think he was joking?

well...when everything's said and done, and both of their parents vanished off the face of the Earth, after a child disappeared at their dad's restaurant...

....now they're starting to consider the possibility that he wasn't joking.

- Jack doesn't necessarily have a favorite, but he is a bit closer to Gigi (especially since she shares a lot of similarities to Dee).

Dave, however, does have a blatant favorite. and it's Liz. she's got his accent, and she was the first.

- Dave (in the Legacy Route) wasn't too enthusiastic about the idea of raising kids, but. he does love Jack (even if it is. Pretty Toxic), and hey! he always wanted a family. maybe this is how he can finally have one! so his feelings on the whole thing are complicated.

Jack, regardless of the route, views this as his second chance after Dee. his chance to Not Fuck Up again. he loves all of his kids dearly, and doesn't want them to get hurt (or to hurt them in the Legacy Route).

doesn't help that Henry’s haunting him AND is trying to communicate with Gigi (y'know. The Kid That Reminds Him Of Dee). as far as Jack’s concerned, Henry already tore his family apart once.

if Jack has any say in it, he certainly won't do it again.

(and in the Legacy Route, it's partially the reason why he vanished after killing Davetrap. he couldn’t look his kids in the eyes after killing their other dad so soon after they'd all gotten reunited again. after they got their hopes up that everything could somewhat go back to normal.

but it's also because he's worried that Henry might push him to hurt his own kids. which, as i said earlier, He Does Not Want To Do)

[the-kr8tor]

WandaVariant! R x Hobie pt. 3

Whooooo goin strong!!! I'm in love with this au

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Miguel summoned you immediately after you had won. You ran out of the room with no time to help the three spiders up. Instead, you threw quick heartfelt "sorry!"s and a promise to meet them at the infirmary while the new watch on your wrist beeped with Miguel's nagging.

So now, you trudge the hallways with a map hovering above your wrist. You should've let them complete the tour before you beat their asses.

"How could I be so smug? What kind of person beats up their tour guides?" Your mind raced with annoyed thoughts at your previous behavior. The sudden realization that a normal person wouldn't have challenged potential friends had hit you like a bus. Shivering for a second, you approach the white lights of the infirmary spilling out from the doorway, already expecting cold shoulders and silence.

"Please don't hate me, please don't hate me.." You pleaded in your head.

Instead, when you had entered the room, the four spiders paused what they were doing, Miles and Gwen clumsily dropping rolls of bandages on the floor, Pav and Hobie snapping their head up at you from one of the beds.

It felt like you were about to get jumped with the way they had immediately surrounded you like wolves. Miles pat your back in respect, Gwen holds one of your hands as she bombarded you with questions about your powers while Pav clung to your arm, doing the same.

Hobie had kept his distance compared to the others, only a foot or two away with his hands stuffed in his pockets. You chuckled nervously at the unexpected attention. Smiling at the three before glancing up at Hobie, light bathing him.

"Ahem!" The nurse loudly expressed from the back. Miles and Gwen trudged over to clean up the rolls of bandages they had unfortunately dropped, Pavitr coming to help them. Although from the boy's perspective, it was only an excuse to watch you and Hobie interact from afar.

Clearing your throat to make sure your voice wouldn't come out sounding like a troll, you look up at him, eyes slowly drifting to his many piercings but avoiding the ones on his lips.

"So, you alright?" You gave a nervous smile, sweat threatening to build up in case he was mad. "I didn't mean to be so rough.." You look to the side, finding a poster on the wall more interesting.

"You kiddin me?" He starts up. Uh oh.

"It's not everyday I get my arse handed to me like tha'!" He beamed at you. Phew.

You chuckled, Hobie not minding the sound. "Like you should be talking, I didn't know anyone actually fought using an electric guitar. I'm impressed." The compliment just slipped off your tongue. You couldn't help it!

You two laughed, conversing in your own little world with three pairs of eyes watching from afar, one of the spiders wiggling his eyebrows at the other two.

"Come on, Pav. He just met her!" Gwen scoffed after chuckling, putting a roll of bandages up on the shelf.

"You need to trust me on this, guys! I know my stuff!" Pav insisted.

"Whatever you say, man.." Miles mumbles, not really listening to the conversation until Pav takes his chin between his two fingers and turns Miles's head to look at you and Hobie.

"There's something blooming there." Pav whispers eerily.

"So tell me about this Osborn." You walk over to one of the beds, the aching in your back and legs making itself known. These spiders were lucky enough to have regeneration abilities, unlike you.

"Real arsehole, there's so many things to list-" Hobie follows you almost hastily despite the short walking distance. You sit on the soft, white cushion of the bed, your legs dangling as you listen to every word.

You noticed how bright and colorful he was when you first met him, how various the borders and style that surrounded him. You couldn't help but observe and take note. So for a quick second, you saw how he turned a warm red color with splotches of ripped newspaper, the same shade of red as your magic.

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Hobie x r who has an existential crisis after developing crushes coming soon perhaps? I'd still like to keep this one going too though 😆

This one's shorter but it's sweet 😙

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Yeesss a part 3!! You're feeding me well with this au! I'm glad you're having fun!

Lmaoo i love that r felt guilty and embarrassed at what happened 😂 we don't beat up our new friends, R! But at least now they've bonded!

The way they all freezed up 🤣🤣 straight up comedic timing on their part!

AHHHHH HE'S IMPRESSED

Pav be knowing 🧐

aqosnowxnwo his borders turning into the same shade as R's powers!!! Someone has a crush!! 😍🥰

Yes please!!! 🥺 I'd love to see more of their dynamic!

[your-red-chef]

Meet the

RED Cook

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ஓ๑♡ Name ♡๑ஓ Olivia Allen

ஓ๑♡ Pronouns ♡๑ஓ She/her ஓ๑♡ Alias ♡๑ஓ Liv or Cookie ஓ๑♡ Class ♡๑ஓ Cook ஓ๑♡ Affiliations ♡๑ஓ Sugarplum - @russian-tooth-fairy (New Friend)

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Howdy hey, y'all! Names Olivia, butchu can call me Liv! Im the cook for the RED team, an' I heard the ol'man on BLU made on'na these, an' I'd hate t'be left out! How else am I supposed t'steal his recipies? I'm kiddin', I'm kiddin! I prefer to ride my own wave, 'r so to speak. ANYWHOOSIES! Feel free t'ask me questions or just say 'Hi!'!! I love talkin', gosh knows my mama knows that.

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This is a tf2 rp blog, and I intend to stay in character as often as possible! If I need to talk out of turn, such as questions being directed at me, I will always use purple text in italics with an additional sign off of "~mod"

Additional rules and boundaries are stated below!

This blog is 18+ While I dont plan to post explicit NSFW, I myself am an adult who prefers to be in adult spaces. I wont comb through everyone who may follow or interact with me, but I might block minors if I am uncomfortable! Furthermore, suggestive asks and interactions are fine, but i do intend to stray away from pure NSFW/sexual themes!

Anyone can ask/interact! Though Olivia is part of the RED team, she absolutely LOVES to talk to anyone who'll give her the time of day! Please send her an ask and she'll be happy to tell you all about anything she knows!!... She tends to overshare.

Shipping & Art I dont mind shipping one bit, in artwork or roleplay!! Its possible for an official ship to develop for Liv in the future, but it would likely happen over a long set of rp, and of course would be discussed between mods via DMs! No NSFW, but go wild with any fanart; shipping, interaction, or otherwise!

Lore exists, and drama is fun Olivia is a mercenary, though a young one who may be emotionally unstable. Some topics or concepts approached in this blog may not be totally wholesome and could tred into darker territory! You have been warned!

I reserve certain rights, as I am a person No one is entitled to my or Liv's replies, and thus some may be ignored. Its not out of malice, but rather simple choice or even accident! Sometimes I am not comfortable answering things for whatever reason, and that's that! Keep in mind I am a real person behind a character, not just an internet toy :)

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