#and fucking Texas bites me in the ass AGAIN

[slut-strut-satan]

“I don't want to maintain tje system! I don't want to demonize the revolutionary!”

These two sentence pretty much sum up everything I hated about this game. Let’s just go ahead and demonize the only character since DA2 to genuinely challenge the fucked up and genuinely horrifying status quo. Wow this guy who represents three in-universe groups that suffer most from the status quo (Spirit, Mage, Elf) and who’s always talking about how slavery and oppression are wrong is such a jerk for not accepting the fucked up state of things. This guy who has pretty much never done anything in his own self interest and is actively destroying his own life in the pursuit of the greater good sure is a motherfucker for taking extreme action in a world that has made peaceful change impossible. And let’s do ALL OF THIS because a fucking white man child can jerk off to the idea of vilifying and brutalizing an effeminate nerd who uses big words.

I’m glad BioWare is going down. I hope EA is next. I hope every politically spineless and moneygrubbing Triple A game from now on crashes and burns because I’m fucking tired of being told the status quo is cool and fine actually.

The longer I think about it the more I hate that spirits wanting different bodies is framed as selfish, violent, and inherently harmful. I hate it so much.

No "good" way of getting a body is shown. It's not discussed if the ancients didn't bother to look for different ways, or if it was even possible. It's just framed as wrong.

Change is wrong, becoming different is wrong.

Emmrich's glamour, insisting he's unchanged. Choosing between an altus mage and an altus mage for Archon. The possibility of throwing out the current system and not appointing an Archon at all isn't even mentioned. We have to agree that Antiva belongs to the Crows. Solas was selfish for rebelling actually. The Veil can't come down.

Nothing ever changes.

"DAV isn't supposed to be dark, it's an escapist power fantasy!"

FOR WHO? Because SURE AS HELL not for me!

I don't want to maintain the system! I don't want to demonize the revolutionary! I don't WANT to do "whatever it takes" for a status quo that's murdered countless innocent people!

This game is a conformist fantasy. What if there are rich people who care and they are in charge and we can vote? (Unless we make 1 choice that doesn't align with them and then our right to vote is stripped).

Anyway I'm not going on a long rant because I have a MUCH larger post I'm formulating that is clearer and goes into why I think this

[sharkpaf]

RECORD 06.07.**** YEAR.

THE STATE OF TEXAS.

19:03

«Is the camera working? Oh, that's great!.. So, today is the sixth of July and we're going to fish again! early in the morning, we failed and the fish stole the hook and tore off part of the line. Now my friend and neighbor Alden is helping with a fishing rod, as I have already told you that I would rather hang myself on a tree branch than assemble a fishing rod.»

19:45

«half an hour ago, we threw the catch into the water and almost caught this filthy fish a couple of times.. Either the fish have become smarter, or we humans have become stupid, PHAH-»

«Patience, Lolita, otherwise we won't hear anything. By the way, why did you bring a camera?»

«Didn't I tell you? I've been doing this since I was 12 years old. I used to think about becoming a travel journalist, or a blogger. It's like a backup of my memories for me right now.. If anything happens, I can use the video to remember what I forgot. huh? Jacob! It bites!»

«Fuck, there's a 7 kilogram carcass there, no less!»

«jeden moment ! Pomůžu ti!.. GHH- OH, FUCK-»

20:10

«Oh, hooray, the camera is still alive! in short, what happened: We caught a rainbow trout in the catch and it still couldn't be pulled out of the water with a fishing rod, it was very fat. In short, I decided to help and get the fish with my bare hands. I pulled the line, pulled, and when I almost pulled the fish out, I slipped and fell into the water almost completely, and the fish did a somersault and flopped to the ground!»

«It's good that you didn't break anything and you're fine.»

«at most my ass hurts now. Thanks again for pulling me out, because I can't swim at all. m? Why are you so red? Are you cold?»

"N-no, everything is fine."

«Um... okay. I just have another blanket in my backpack. If necessary, I can get it, otherwise getting sick is not the best option.. Listen, can we take a souvenir photo with our catch?»

«Well, I don't mind. However, I look terrible in the photos-»

«Oh, it'll be fine, if necessary, I'll make you laugh in my own way! hehe»

«okay..ahem-"

«so.. Uh-huh, oh, that's it, we're smiling in 10 seconds! And the fish, of course, is... heavy.»

«... »

«Hey, What did the buffalo say when his son left for college? Bison!»

Bonus: WARNING ⚠️ BLOOD⚠️🩸

yes, I drew my O.C. and Jacob, who are fishing, or rather Dolores offered Jacob to help her catch fish for dinner, suddenly there will be a female with caviar and then there will be fish and red caviar!

and in the art with blood, I really wanted to show their secrets: in the case of Lolita's secret: She's not who she says she is.

[reidsglasscs]

COWBOY LIKE ME

✸ pairing: jason grace x cowgirl!reader smau

✸ notes: this is a random ass prompt but i like it hehe 🤭 this was originally gonna be a leo one but then i found the first pic…cowboy wannabe jason it is

…now playing: our song—taylor swift

yn.ln: cuntry 🎀

tagged: j.grace

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ssmchsizzleee: JASON, SHE’S SOUTHERN AND GREEK, RUN FOR THE HILLS BROTHA 🗣️🗣️

╰┈➤ j.grace: too late 🤷‍♀️

╰┈➤ yn.ln: said the mf from TEXAS 😒

sunshinesolace: YEEHAW MOTHERFUCKERS ‼️🦅

╰┈➤ yn.ln: YEEHAW

j.grace: i think i pull of the princess cowgirl hat pretty well, if i do say so myself

╰┈➤ yn.ln: yes baby, you’re very pretty

╰┈➤ j.grace: 🤭

abchase: A WIN FOR US SOUTHERN GIRLIES 🤞🤍COWGIRL PARTIES 4EVER

╰┈➤ yn.ln: 4EVER AND EVER BETH

annabethsbf: i never wanna see a pair of boots ever again oh my fuck

╰┈➤ yn.ln: life was so much better five seconds ago before you commented this

honey.hazell: SAVE A WHO AND RIDE A WHAT

╰┈➤ annabethsbf: HAZEL NO HIDE YOUR EYES

╰┈➤ honey.hazell: WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN

╰┈➤ yn.ln: hazel…sweetie no 😭

piedpiper: still can’t believe you pulled off a rodeo themed party

╰┈➤ yn.ln: you know i love me a good theme 😋

j.grace: SOUTHERN WOMEN ARE THE HOTTEST‼️

╰┈➤ annabethsbf: AMEN TO THAT BROTHER 🗣️

…now playing: stick season—noah kahan

j.grace: if the boot fits then wear it, or something like that

tagged: yn.ln

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annabethsbf: i cannot believe my eyeballs. she turned our roman yeehawy

╰┈➤ j.grace: yippee ki yay or whatever 🤠

piedpiper: do not country-afi noah kahan jason.

╰┈➤ j.grace: why must you have a problem with every little thing 😒

╰┈➤ piedpiper: i am no man’s peace.

yn.ln: MY CUTIE COWBOY ‼️🤍

╰┈➤ j.grace: I LOVE YOU COWGIRL 🫶

╰┈➤ yn.ln: I LOVE YOU TOO 🤭

╰┈➤ ssmcshizzle: GET A ROOM 🗣️🗣️

ssmcshizzle: don’t think i forgot the time i put MY cowboy hat on your head and you swatted it away like a fly 😒

╰┈➤ j.grace: well she kissed me after she put it there so i wasn’t gonna say NO

╰┈➤ ssmcshizzle: I COUPDVE DONE THAT IF I THOUGHT IT WOJLD WORK

╰┈➤ yn.ln: LEO GET AWAY FROM MY BOYFRIEND

abchase: the boot definitely didn’t fit but it’s okay bc you tried 😇

╰┈➤ j.grace: annie you’re supposed to be supportive of the country escapades 😔

ghostboy.nico: gods, they’re multiplying

╰┈➤ yn.ln: you love us southerners, we know ☺️

╰┈➤ ghostboy.nico: unfortunately

╰┈➤ sunshinesolace: thanks babe 🤩

j.grace uploaded a story!

@ annabethsbf replied:

SHE HAS YOU SAYING YALL NOW???

shhh, quiet city boy

said the kid raised by wolves

i will bite you.

@ ssmcshizzle replied:

yo is that my hat?

probably, considering i’m wearing hers

WELL CAN I HAVE IT BACK??

🤷‍♂️

@ yn.ln replied:

omg jay you’re tarnishing my mysterious cool girl reputation

you’re as mysterious as a glass window

that’s not true

i’m hot n sexy n mysterious

2 truths 1 lie

you suck

love you too honey 😚

[atsadi-shenanigans]

FSBE 9 - Date Night

You get some.

On AO3.

It don’t work.

“Yet,” Gale stresses. “Which is the entire point of testing. We’ll try again here in, oh, three days’ time? That’s all part of a research strategy. Documentation.”

Man is such a nerd. It’s adorable. Especially since it seems to be pulling him outta that shitty ass commandment from his bitch-ass goddess to blow himself up.

Gods ain’t fucking shit. Goddamn shocker.

Astarion waits at your tent when you stagger over. You’re only a little bleary-eyed, just enough to soften his features and sharpen your tongue.

“Fuck,” you say.

“Hello to you as well, my sweet,” he says. “I take it that means the wizard is finished with you?”

You reach the tent. He does seem to have cleaned up. His hair is in its usual floof, his camp shirt only slightly musty (not a lot of washing y’all can do between a lava lake and this dump).

You ain’t cleaned shit, and you’re a beat down dog, tonight.

“Well?” Astarion says. Waits while you stand there like a loser.

You know, intellectually, that Gale is right. Standardized testing documents changes in a gradual process. One test, especially the first one, don’t necessarily mean shit. If he’s right about the other thing (your lungs go tight trying to form the word because you fucking failed, goddamn worthless) it’ll take time. Like learning any skill. Like them rich bitches from Texas who pay a hundred grand to get a Sherpa local to haul their ass up Everest. Even they gotta spend time at base camp. Let their body adapt. Can’t double the red blood count overnight, and trying tends to cause swelling in the lungs or brain. And then, like, death.

“Still a dud,” you say and almost bite the inside of your cheek to distract from the way your throat tightens.

“A dud?” He sounds out the word like somebody taking a bite of foreign food. Slow. Careful.

Oh, the limits of dirt potion.

“Means I don’t work,” you say.

He cocks his head to the side. There’s something on his face, around the edges of his eyes…then it’s gone, slipped beneath the surface as his usual smarm ass grin spreads across his lips. “You work for me, darling.”

And you can’t help it. It’s so fucking cheesy. Punctures right through the balloon of self-pity and it bursts out of you in a high snort. “Oh my god, you’re such a dork.”

He don’t even lose his grin. “A what?”

You shake your head. The literal etymology aside, you don’t wanna ruin the mood explaining. Besides, the two of you standing out here all but screaming “hookup” to anybody with a set of eyes…

You lift the tent flap. Duck inside. He follows after you.

“No owlbear this time?” he says.

Just your bedroll and your bag. You ain’t got no fancy rugs or nothing. Even if you had been inclined to start hoarding (and you was), the Underdark took everything. You probably didn’t need half a dozen mismatched forks anyway, right?

“I asked Wyll to take him,” you say.

“Oh~,” Astarion fucking drawls. Gives a shoulder shimmy. “Wanted the two of us alone at last?”

There ain’t no goddamn reason for you to get shy now. You was alone with him for over a week down in them caves. Sleeping in his tent, going full Poo-bear. And yeah, he was blind for that one, but you was wrapped up in only his blanket, cooch out, as he lit a fire in his hand to warm you.

All that before he done stuck his fingers up inside you.

Yet here y’all are. You dropped the fur baby off with a sitter and brought home a man. Elf. Vampire. And it’s taking all you got not to squirm at his proximity.

Especially as he closes the distance between y’all.

“It’s been days since I’ve tasted your lips,” he says. Like a normal person. “It’s all rather distracting. All I can think of, when I ought to be paying attention in battle. Terribly dangerous if I’m lost in remembering the next time we’re attacked.”

Holy god, you wonder when he came up with that one. If he practiced it in his head. How many times he did to make it come out like that. Fucking weirdo. (Yet your insides do a little loop-de-loop anyways.)

He’s so close. Offering you, well, you ain’t quite sure yet. But being close is nice. His touch is nice. And you feel rotten. Tired and sore, and that’s before you get to anything physical. All you want is to lean against him and let everything else disappear for a bit.

“So you’re saying I should kiss you better?” you say.

“I wouldn’t want to presume,” says the man sliding his hands along your hips to draw you closer as goosebumps sweep up your arms and down your thighs.

“I mean.” Your breath ghosts over his lips and you also have to fight the urge to twist away. It seems too…intimate. Almost rude. “It’s to save your life, right?”

“Most certainly.”

He’s so hard to figure out. So many different facets. And some of them is downright nasty. Then he goes and does shit like this, and it tugs at something inside you. A fishhook you went and swallowed, reeling you in by the guts.

“We can’t have that,” you say.

He closes the last, lingering distance.

You kissed him all of what, three times? Does one count each session or each kiss? Cause it turns out they come in groups. All blending together into a moment. Lips gliding. The vibration of his voice as he makes small noises. The mortifying sigh that escapes your nose as you fucking relax into him.

And then his cool fingers circle your wrists (arms hanging at your sides like a dork because you ain’t sure what to do with them) (you are, you just…it’s too forward). Bring them up to place your hands at his neck.

You squeak. Can’t help it. Regress twenty years into a sitcom teenager.

He breaks off. Seems more softly amused than anything, thank fuck. “My sweet little treat. You’re flushed, darling.”

You try (and fail) to regain your breath. Without panting all over him. “That’s supposed to happen.”

“Mmm,” he says. Nuzzles against the side of your face like a man-sized cat. “Only when you’re with a talented lover.”

This one comes out a giggle. A soft huff. When he pulls back again, he’s wearing the softest smile you ever seen.

Then he’s sitting. Tugging you down after him. You straddle his lap and your pulse thunders in your ears. Your stomach does a somersault as his hands circle around to the small of your back and he pulls you close. Spread over his lap again.

He kisses you more. Slips a little tongue, this time. And hey! You still ain’t used to that! Still make weird sounds and then your skin burns as you shudder in his grasp.

His lips move, slide up the side of your face. Up to your ear. “How would you like it this time, lover?”

Holy fucking god.

Nobody. Nobody. Has ever said anything like that to you. Your mouth goes dry as all the moisture in your body seems to slam down between your legs.

Any way you want, you want to say. Barely stop yourself (as the ghosts of shameful past scream in your head).

You search his face. Soft. Smarm. All heavy-lidded. The fingers of his left hand brush softly up and down the back of your neck (should you mimic that).

He’s done this once with you. And he didn’t get anything…reciprocal with it. You ain’t sure it’s okay to ask again. Relationships is about sharing, right? So he should have a turn. Right?

“Do you, uh.” You start strong. Chicken out halfway through. Then force yourself to commit like a grown ass woman straddling a man’s lap. “Do you want a turn?”

Yes. Great. Excellent phrasing there, Ripley. So mature. So self-confident.

He leans away a few inches, you think so he can see your face. Something in his eyes…but then it’s gone. And he’s all liquid lust again.

“But what of you, my sweet?”

Oh jesus. God help you. Fucking talking is hard. This is bullshit.

“I mean. I got to. Y’know. Last time.” It’s not sexy to cringe while straddling a man’s lap. Nobody’s lap, but especially not his when y’all are, well, dating (holy fuck). “And you didn’t. I mean. Unless later you, uh. Which is fine! I’m not. It. It doesn’t bother me or nothing!”

He blinks at you. Doesn’t seem like he’s gonna laugh in your face? Just looks…puzzled. “Are you asking if I’ve touched myself?”

No. Cool. Y’all’re talking about masturbation now. This is fine. Totally okay. You’ll just collect yourself, wish him a good night, and then walk outside to join the legion of shadow puppets.

“You don’t have to answer that,” you say. You’re dodging. Covering. It’s stupid obvious, but you don’t care because you wandered into an area you shouldn’t be in, and you need to get out and get out now. “Sorry. I just thought. Um. If you wanted. Uh.”

But he leans in so close his features go blurry. Might as well’ve slapped a hand over your mouth.

“You want to know?” he says, voice gone silky.

Holy shit.

…has he?

Oh neat, now your own voice done left the chat room. You hope it’s having a nice fucking time hanging out with your missing social awareness, common sense, and thirty-five-years-old fucking sense of maturity.

Then Astarion pecks you on the lips. Pulls you flush against him. “Shall I tell you, darling? How I took myself in hand thinking of you? Imagining you just…”

His hips lift. Yeah, he’s hard. He grinds right up against you and it punches the air clean outta your lungs.

“Like this?”

Grinds again. That is an erection. Rubbing between your legs. Y’all are both fully clothed, but that don’t diminish the knowledge one fucking bit.

He did. Holy fuckballs.

He lowers his head to kiss your neck. The tips of his fangs graze your skin as he suckles. He’s gonna leave another mark. Goddamnit.

“Would you like to know how I pictured you? Taking me so sweetly? Singing so prettily as I filled you?”

You clap a hand over your mouth. Who even talks like this?

“Do you think of me, darling? When you touch yourself? When you retrieve that toy of yours?”

Good god almighty, the man is obsessed with your dildo. But, not in a bad way. You think. You heard of that. It, like, challenges some guys and their sense of masculinity or whatever. But this seems almost…envious?

You think of him sliding down, onto one of his own, mouth falling open and you accidentally grind down hard on him.

So now you have to cover for that. “I. I haven’t. Used that, I mean.”

He still rocks you against him. Jesus lord, y’all are dry humping. This is goddamn dry humping.

“Whyever not?” he says.

“C-can’t just. Drop it into the camp pot, can I? Need to boil that sunuvabitch. So I don’t get Faerun herpes.”

One hand stays on the back of your neck. The other slides down, across your hips. Over your thigh. Traces up to the juncture between your legs. He lifts his head to look at you, a silent question. Asking permission.

But he says it, too. “May I?”

This is crazy. He’s crazy. You’re more crazy. A couple hours from killing a man (thing) and going into shock, and it turns out tomfoolery really does turn the brain to scrambled eggs. Because while part of you know this is a terrible idea and you might be a horrible fucking person. The rest of you? Doesn’t really care right now.

“Yes,” you say.

His hand slips between your legs to stroke the outside of your pants. It ain’t nowhere near like him dipping under that blanket in his tent in the Underdark. But it’s still enough you gasp and arch against him.

His lips find your throat again. His fangs scrape. You shiver against him. Then the hand behind your neck moves. Comes around to the front of your stays. He don’t ask, this time. Don’t even try to get under them; he done went and picked up how you shy from that (though sweet baby jesus, the thought of his mouth on your nipple, teeth nibbling…)

“It sounds like we ought to build our own fire, then,” he says. It takes you a minute to connect conversations. “And I don’t just mean like this.”

His hand disappears before his cool fingers slide over the hem of your pants. Settle on the buttons. You’re already slicker than a shit chute. Can feel it as you move.

“I could help you ready for it, darling,” he says. “Bring you to it, just like this.”

He gets the front open. His fingers move down, over your lower belly.

“I could watch you take it.”

But that. That one’s too far. Eyes on you, the whole congregation witnessing your shame. You can’t stop the flinch.

Astarion pauses. Looks to you, his gaze sharp. He plays airheaded, but you seen him demolish critters and people, and the way he looks at you now is similar. There’s brains behind them eyes.

“No,” he says. “Perhaps not that.”

He releases the front of your stays to guide you down to kiss him all sweet and gentle again. Just as his fingers slip inside your drawers and find your clit.

“Oh,” he hums directly into your mouth. “You certainly liked part of that, though. Is it the thought of using it, perhaps? Shall I hold it for you?”

You make a noise. Too loud, too loud. The others will hear. They know (or suspect, bare minimum) what’s going on in here, but you don’t gotta go hollering about it. Might literally die if anybody says anything tomorrow.

The image though. You only got to use that toy a few times (wasn’t even sure it’d fit, but some prep work and going slow and it was fine; only stung a little at the very first).

His fingertip brushes over your clit again. The contact jolts through you.

“You’re quite riled up,” Astarion says. “We mustn’t wait so long between the next time, hmm? Not when we can have this.”

Man sounds a bit frazzled, the edges of his words fraying. Even as he circles you, fingers slipping through the mess down there. Caressing slow and sure, until you start rocking against him despite yourself. You need more, goddamnit. You done this the one time with him, but your body remembers. It already knows his touch brings pleasure. It leaps at it. You want it. God almighty, you want it.

“Please,” you whisper, cheeks burning. “Astarion…”

“Mmm, yes?” His fangs linger over where he likes to bite you. Fingers trace up your spine as his other hands works inside your pants. It occurs to you that the only one holding you against his touch is you. You are the one putting pressure on his hand. And that sets your body on fire.

His tongue presses against your neck. And the idea just pops in there. All on its own. Too many movies. Too many social media posts. But.

You lift a hand. Press it carefully to the back of his head where his hair is downy soft, beneath the stiffer parts he must pomade up into them swoops. You urge him closer, to bury his face against your neck.

“Please,” you say again. “You can. You can.”

He bites. Hot, sharp pain lances up the side of your neck. You gasp and pull away. But that presses his other hand harder between your legs and it hits. The pleasure. The pain. How he grabs the back of your neck, moaning into you and the way his scent fills your nose and the wet sounds of him touching you and suckling at your neck.

The orgasm rips through you. Sends you bucking against him, trying like hell to stay quiet. Slapping your hand over your mouth even as you cradle his head, pressing him to you. You come right on his hand again, his fangs buried in your neck.

This, you realize, is how you’re going to accidentally train yourself into the most embarrassing Pavlovian response in human history.

[mrsevans90]

Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 5

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Warnings: More smutty smut, just add water 😜

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading! 

Part 4

Our chests continue to heave in search of oxygen as we crumple to the mussed sheets before I hear her voice in the otherwise quiet and dimly lit room.

“I’ve heard the phrase, “eating pussy like a man starved” but fuck that doesn’t begin to describe what you do. I thought that was just meant for fictional book characters.” I chuckle loudly and pull her against me before giving her a small pat on the ass.

“Sugar, there’s a reason my nickname was CC. Captain Cunnilingus at your service ma’am.” I pretend to tip my invisible hat at her.

“Austin Grant Syverson! You cannot be serious. Please tell me you just made that up.” She says sternly but with a shocked smile as she leans up on her elbows. I arch an eyebrow in confusion.

“Nah, darlin’. It was that or Captain BDE. I heard that one from one of my guys which was a little awkward. Also, my middle name isn’t Grant?”

“I didn’t know your middle name so I made one up. That situation called for a full name in order to properly chastise you like a good southern woman should.” She says with sass and I laugh even louder.

“Well, you’re certainly a good southern woman. My middle name is Daniel in case you need to scold me again in the future.” I smirk at her.

“I have a feeling I just might need too, Austin Daniel Syverson. Oh, I like that.” She says while shaking her head at me with a grin.

“You’re not going to tell me yours? I think it’s only fair.” I probe her for information as I intertwine our fingers together. She begins to play with our hands.

“It’s Kathryn. My grandmother’s name. She went by Kate. When I was little everyone called me Emma Kate, mostly at my grandmother’s insistence, but as I got older it just sounded more professional to shorten it to just Emma. In fact, everyone back home with the exception of my parents calls me EmKay. That nickname started with middle school cheerleading and just sorta stuck.”

“Mmm I like that. It fits you. Now EmKay, are you going to get in the bathtub with me?”

She nods enthusiastically and squeals when I lift her off of the bed and haul her into the bathroom to deposit her on the toilet and start filling the bathtub with water.

“Don’t want a UTI to slow us down.” I told her and she looked shocked.

“Um, I am not going to pee in front of you.”

“Darlin’, I just got you to squirt all over my face and drank it up like I was starved, so you said.” I wink at her. “My dick was literally just inside of you and now I’m standing here in front of you as naked as the day I was born. I think we are past all the shyness, aren’t we?” She shrugs but keeps biting at her lip while staring at me.

“Alright, go pee and I’ll be right back.” I tell her with a small laugh and exit the bathroom to give her some privacy. I hear the toilet flush and come back in while she’s washing her hands still naked in front of the mirrors.

“You didn’t tell me I look so crazy. Even more so with all of these hickeys.” She said trying to calm her sex-mussed hair and wipe off the bits of mascara that had ran from her eyes. She pulled a ponytail holder from her wrist and gathered her hair up into a messy bun on top of her head.

“You look perfect. I love the way you look, especially since I did it to you.” I whisper against her exposed neck as I wrap my arms around her waist and appreciate the hickeys that I left on her breasts and tummy. Before she can say anything else I kiss her forehead and throw some bubble bath into the tub.

“I didn’t take you as the type of man who took a lot of bubble baths.” She said with a shy smile.

“I honestly didn’t until I injured my leg. My physical therapist made me start a few years ago to relax the muscles after a strenuous work out or physical therapy session. I always feel like I’m marinating in body juice soup but it does wonders for sore muscles.” I chuckle and turn the faucet off.

“I’ve never thought about the body juice soup thing. It kinda is, isn’t it? Gross.” She giggles as I help her step into the tub. I step in behind her and settle her against my chest.

“Yeah, I would get in right after a workout and then shower immediately after the bath just so I could actually feel clean.”

“Mmm. That sounds good.” She said as she leaned further back against me with her eyes closed either content or exhaustion taking over her features.

“If I had a clawfoot tub like this, I don’t know that I would ever get out of it. My house just has those shower tub combos and I can’t get the water deep enough. It’s not relaxing.” She says and I smile.

“Well, you’re always welcome to use this one darlin’. I can get some candles and music and set you up in here whenever you’d like.”

“Any reason to get me here naked huh? Now you may not get rid of me.” She jokes.

“Good, I wouldn’t want too. You being here naked is my new favorite thing.” I kiss her temple and decide to go for it. I may regret this.

“What have ya got going on this weekend? Wanna stay tonight?” I ask hesitantly while praying to God I don’t have a nightmare in her presence.

“Do you want me too?” She asks genuinely.

“Of course, I do, sugar. I thought that much was obvious. Unless you don’t want too.” I respond. Maybe she’s worried about sleeping next to me.

“I wasn’t sure. I just thought you were really good with aftercare and then were going to send me on my way.” She giggles with a gentle elbow to my side. “I’d love to stay the night! I have nothing planned tomorrow. I need to get some groceries and meal prep for the week on Sunday, since I usually bring lunch from home but I just figured I'd be lazy the rest of the weekend.”

“Good, let’s be lazy together.” I tell her relieved that she didn’t want to leave, but still nervous as hell and questioning if I should have just taken her home on the off chance I do have another nightmare. I was grateful that she couldn’t see my face as I battled an internal war on whether or not this was a bad decision. Emma threads our hands together and begins playing with my fingers. Her hands look so tiny against my own.

“Why are you single?” She asks out of the blue.

“Why are you? I mean I know you had that loser ex, but why didn’t you find someone else after that? Likely have your pick out of anyone.”

“You’re deflecting.” She responds quickly. “And that’s not true. I guess I’m a little damaged after everything happened with Colin. It all only happened about six months ago. I was lucky that my lease was coming up for renewal. Colin and I had talked about looking for a house. He even took me to look at one. I found out a few months later that his mistress lived down the road from the house we looked at. Guess he was looking for an easier commute to her.” She laughs without humor. “Anyway, I guess I just wonder why you haven’t been snatched up already. You’re pretty amazing, and not just in the bedroom.”

“Colin sounds like a real piece of work. Seems like ya dodged a bullet with that one. And I ain’t deflectin’.” I frown. “Similar to what you said, I’m damaged too. Military fucked me up and I got cheated on two times along the way while deployed. They each said they would wait but found something better while waiting. After that, I guess I just realized I didn’t want to feel like I was settlin’ just so I could have someone. It wasn’t fair to either of us. I was gone all of the time and couldn’t be a present partner and they shouldn't have to always be alone wondering whether I'm still alive. Figured I was better off alone where I know what to expect of my life.”

“Austin, I know you spent almost twenty years in the military, but you don’t talk about it a lot.”

I tense slightly and she catches it. “Yeah, I guess it’s just hard to talk about. Don’t need to bring anybody else down with all of the bullshit in my head is all.”

She turns slightly in my arms and looks up at me genuinely. “I won’t ever force you to tell me details about it, but when and if you’re ever ready to talk about it, I’d be happy to listen.” Emma says as she strokes the fur on my jaw.

“Means a lot to me, darlin’.” I say before pulling her in tightly and kissing her forehead.

“Have you ever confided in anyone about it?”

“Eh, there’s a therapist they set me up with at the VA. I have sessions with her every so often.”

“Good. I just don’t want you to bottle things up.” I release a heavy sigh. She’s an intuitive little thing. Bottling things up and pushing them down are my M.O. I just nod at her.

Signaling that she was not going to push the conversation, Emma leaned back further against me as I feel her body relax against mine.

“Sugar, there is one thing you should probably know.” She leans up slightly and looks for me to continue.

“Every once in a while, I have nightmares, ya’ know, PTSD stuff from war. Usually, I wake myself up and it’s no big deal but, in the past, there have been a few times where I’ve had active flashbacks that are hard to wake up from. I haven’t had one in several months but I just thought you should know before we go to sleep tonight. It would just absolutely kill me if I scared you.”

“Should I try to wake you if that happens?”

“No, just uh, fuck.” I wipe my hand over my face in frustration. She’s probably already thinking about how to get the hell out of here. “Just uh, stay back from me and talk to me like I’m still active army. Explain that there is not a threat and the others are reporting back to base to reconvene and let Aika in if she’s not in the bedroom. She’ll help.” Emma begins to nod before I speak again.

“I’m sorry, I’ve probably freaked you out. I can take you back to yours. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I uh, I’m a little fucked up.” I look down at my fist as I clutch it tighter in frustration. Emma quickly turns around in the tub, sloshing the water around, and straddles my lap as she puts one arm on my shoulder and the other on my cheek. She stares into my eyes like she’s reaching straight into my soul. I am fighting the urge to run, and get away from her scrutiny but I remain in place.

“Baby, shh.” She says and I realize my whole body is tensed up.

“Relax, and take a breath. I’m not afraid or uncomfortable. I’m actually relieved you felt comfortable telling me. If you have a flashback, I’ll do my best to talk you through it calmly and get Aika." She shrugs as if we are talking about something mundane like what we are going to get from the store. "I can do that, okay?”

My jaw is aching from how tightly I am clenching it before Emma guides my head against her chest using her breasts almost like a pillow. I listen to her steady heartbeat and my head is gently guided up and down by her calm breathing. God, she’s a breath of fresh air. This is the definition of a safe space. A happy memory to refer to when panicking. I should make a mental note to bookmark this moment as my future safe space. Here naked in the bathtub, our hot skin crushed together as my cheek presses against the chest of the most amazing woman after the first time we were intimate. Definitely my happy place.

“Please don’t overthink this. I want to be here with you.” She says softly and I notice that my whole body has finally relaxed against her. Her nails are barely running across the skin of my scalp through my buzzcut as she has me cradled to her chest. I close my eyes as I release my clenched fists and begin to softly stroke up and down her back. I clear my throat slightly as I’ve choked up from my emotions a bit.

“Alright, thank you.”

“No need to thank me. Thank you for letting me stay.” She says and kisses me tenderly.

“Now, I don’t know about you, but I have been thoroughly fucked to the point of exhaustion and our body juice soup is starting to get cold.” She teases.

“Thoroughly fucked to the point of exhaustion?” I smirk at her. How did she manage to pull me out of a funk like that so easily? She's incredible.

“As if you weren’t well aware of that fact, you cocky little shit!” She giggles.

“Ain’t nothing little about me, Sugar.” I smirk while swatting her behind.

“That’s for damn sure.” She whispers before climbing off of me. I’m already hard as a rock again from having her straddling me while talking about how fucked out she is.

She smiles and shamelessly stands above me with water droplets trail down her skin before she steps out of the tub and walks over to the shower and turns it on. I pull the drain on the tub and follow her like a lost puppy. I step in the shower cubicle where she’s waiting on the water to warm and scoop her up and place us both under the freezing water.

“Oh fuck, Austin! That’s freezing!” She screams and playfully smacks at my arms around her.

“Let me warm you up again, darlin’.” I grunt before pulling her into a consuming and carnal kiss.

The water begins to warm against our bodies and steam quickly fogs the glass walls. Emma’s hands are roaming all over my body as my own are grabbing the meat of her ass and pulling her closer to me. To my surprise, Emma pushes for me to sit on the shower bench and straddles my thighs with a filthy kiss.

“Mmm, you’re such a man, Austin.” She says between sloppy kisses.

“Thank you?” I pull back with a quizzical stare. “My dick helps me with that.” I joke.

Emma rolls her eyes. “I just mean you’re so large, muscular, and hairy. It’s a huge turn on for me. You’re like a bear.”

“Whatever gets ya’ going, Sugar. I knew you liked animals a lot but I didn’t know bears turned you on.” I chuckle as my hands rest on the globes of her ass.

“Oh shut up!” She laughs with a touch of exasperation. “You’re fucking sexy and I’m certain that I’m not the first to tell you that. Otherwise you wouldn’t be so cocky and sure of yourself.” She says.

“It’s confidence not cockiness, sweetheart. I’ve got plenty of cock though.” I point to my hard member standing at attention between us with a smug grin and she tilts her head back tiresomely while shaking her head at my corny joke.

“Lucky for me, I found an intelligent, beautiful, and incredibly perfect woman that fits on top of it like it was made for her.”

“Should I be jealous? You got yourself a mistress already?” She says with an eyebrow arched and I quickly smack her ass check which causes her to grind up against my bulge.

“Woman! You better stop with that shit. You know I’m talking about you.”

She smiles and leans forward to kiss me. Our tongues fight for dominance before Emma reaches down and fists my cock before lifting herself up and pressing me to her entrance. I stop her as my hands tighten on her waist, causing her to scoot back a bit.

“Condom?” I ask praying it doesn’t ruin the mood.

“I got tested after I broke up with Colin and I haven’t been with anyone sense. I’m on the pill. I’m good with it if you are.”

“I’m clean too. Got tested at my physical about eight months ago and haven’t been with anyone sense.” I tell her before kissing her enthusiastically.

“I want to really feel you.” I breathe against her lips. She looks down and lifts herself up again, angling my cock toward her once more.

“You sure?” I ask her and she nods before slowly gliding down on me and I feel my nuts draw tight to my body. God, she feels like silk. I hear her shaky inhale as she slides all the way flush onto me.

“Jesus, babygirl. You’re going to unman me. You feel too fucking good. So soft and warm and wet” I say as I struggle to keep my cool. She fits so tightly around me that just the slight movement of our breathing makes me want to moan in pleasure.

“Not possible.” She giggles as I take a deep breath. “You’re not a man, you’re a bear.”

“That so? Huh, guess that makes you my little goldilocks.” I grunt and she giggles louder and I reach to hold her still so I don't cum too quickly. She's squeezing me like a fuckin' vice.

“Mmmm and I found the cock that fits jusssssttt right.” She replies and I laugh brasher than I had meant too but she was just so fucking cute.

“Yeah, you were made for me. Not just your pussy, all of you.” I say breathlessly when she lifts herself up slowly before slamming back down against me.

“You gonna fill me up, Bear? Drip out of me?” She asks seductively and I groan in pleasure.

“You better believe it. Ya want my cum inside of ya, Goldi?” I growl. She giggles and nods enthusiastically and before she can respond I grab the back of her head and slot my tongue into her mouth again.

I grab the little crevice under each of Emma’s ass cheeks and help her lift herself up and down on top of me. It’s insanely sexy to watch her take control of her own pleasure. She releases little breathless pants and moans that I don’t think she’s even aware of as she works herself on my cock. Her tits bounce and jiggle with each motion and I quickly begin sucking on them and rubbing my beard across them as I spread kisses across her chest. I’m jolted from my ecstasy when I hear her whine.

“Damn cowgirl. You ride real good.” I grunt as I take in her form after she flips her partially damp hair over to one side of her and arches her back slightly with each descent.

“Yes, talk to me baby.” Emma whimpers.

“Mmm, you want me to talk dirty to you? Tell you how fucking beautiful you look ridin’ me? Tell you how much I love these perfect tits in my face. How I’m going to think of this moment when you’re not here the next time I stroke my cock?”

“mmmhmm, keep going. I’m so close.” She whines.

“God, baby. You look and feel so good. I can’t stop thinking about how your sweet little peach is dripping your delicious honey down my balls as they slap against your ass. Never tasted a peach more perfect than yours. Wanna wake you in the morning licking that peach and keep it on my beard so I can taste you throughout the day.” She clenches down on me so hard, I know I’ve got her there.

Emma’s orgasm explodes through her body and I wrap my arm across her back to keep her upright as she trembles in bliss. I keep pumping into her from underneath to help her ride out her climax before I lift her up and place her on her feet. I press her against the glass shower wall and she chirps at the cold glass against her overheated body. I spread her ass cheeks wide as I arch her back before I slide back into her. As soon as I slide in, Emma moans so deliciously that my pace falters as I am tempted to cum.

“Fuck, sugar. Noises like that and a view like this,” I stare down and watch myself slide in and out of her, my cock shining with her slick, “gonna make me blow my load sooner than I wanted too.” I admit. I knead my hands into the globes of her perfectly round ass and then gently smack each cheek to watch it jiggle. I’m tempted to press on her little ring of muscle, but don’t know how she’d react so I don’t. I quickly realize that I’m pretty close and I want her to have another before I let go. I reach down and find her clit with my fingers and start stimulating her.

“Sugar, I need one more.”

“I c…can’t, Sy. Too tired.” She murmurs.

“One more, angel. I need to feel you explode around me while I pump my cum deep inside ya. You can do it. C’mon.” I encourage her and she’s moaning no longer caring about the volume of her voice. It’s erotic as hell.

My finger continues to stimulate her clit before I slightly pinch it and am rewarded with a loud whine as Emma clenches down on me and begins to quiver uncontrollably.

“Oh, fuckkkkkkkk, Austinnnnn.” She screams and her body goes completely limp against the glass wall as I quickly hold her up with one arm around her waist. I slam into her repeatedly as I feel my climax approaching and then I release my cum into her tight channel.

“Shittttt!” I grunt as I keep pumping my cum deeper inside of her and it feels like my orgasm continues longer than normal as I fill up her snug pussy.

While still connected, I lift her slightly and sit back down on the bench in the shower. I knew what I was doing when I installed this thing. Emma’s body is completely limp as she’s laid back on my lap with her back against my chest. Her head is tucked under my chin and her hands lay limply against my arm.

“Are you intending on making me unable to walk or stand, baby?”

“Nah sugar, just a happy coincidence.” I tell her. I gently slide out of her and hear her wince from the loss. I set her on the bench and angle the water towards her to keep her warm while I get some body wash and begin washing her off. Even though my old injured leg protests greatly, I kneel down and begin washing her legs. When I lift her right leg, I see my cum dripping from her core and damn, did it look good. Emma smirked at me as I went to wash her there and then slid the washcloth up over her stomach and to her breasts.

“Gotta make sure I clean you up after I make you dirty.” I grin as I waggle my eyebrows at her.

She chuckles, “Oh and my boobs are extra dirty?”

“Mmmhmm. Are you trying to imply something?” I ask with fake offense.

“Nope, now get up. It’s my turn.” I stand and help her up off the bench. Emma’s legs shake a bit and I hold back a chuckle so she doesn’t see. Ole’ Sy’s still got it.

Emma lathers up the soap and then begins to wash me. I can tell that she’s tired and not intending on doing so seductively, but she just radiates this aura that makes me want to fuck her seven ways to Sunday. Focus Sy, she’s absolutely shattered and certainly sore. Plus, you ain’t in your twenties anymore, I scold myself.

After Emma washes me, we rinse off and I wrap her up in a large fluffy towel. We both dry off, and I get out a new toothbrush that I have in a cabinet and we silently brush our teeth. I lead Emma back into the bedroom and pull the covers back so she can slide in. I take her towel and hang it up and run out to the living room and check on both dogs who are sleeping soundly in their beds. I grab a bottle of water for the both of us before I climb in bed next to her. I open my arms and she immediately shuffles into them where she rests her head against my chest. I’m a bit nervous about sleeping next to her and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest but am hoping she doesn’t notice. I haven’t slept next to a woman all night in probably ten years, and I certainly haven’t after all of my PTSD episodes.

We lay there in the dark room for a moment and I wonder if she’s fallen asleep before she lifts her head and I see her eyes looking for mine.

“I know you are worried, but I just need you to know that I have never ever felt safer in my life than right here in your arms. Everything will be okay.” I exhale a breath of relief before I place a chaste kiss to her lips.

“G’night, sugar.”

“Night, bear.” I smile at her response and feel her snuggle into me as my eyelids get heavier. A few moments pass and I hear her deep, even breathing. I take a deep breath and allow myself to drift off to sleep much easier than I had anticipated.

Part 6

Author's Note:

I have absolutely NOTHING written yet for part 6, but tomorrow morning we are going to adopt a new little puppy named Dug to be a part of our family after our elderly dog died a few months back. That being said, I'll be very busy with the new pup, my kids, and Christmas approaching so I beg you to be patient with me about getting the next part out. I only want to post when I consider it my best so it may take a few days. I hope you all are having a fantastic weekend! ❤️

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[the-slapshot-series]

Chapter 1

Summery: Tyler finds out that his now Ex soon to be wife had been cheating on him behind his back. Heartbroken and alone he hinds out in his Captain's basement until his best friend in the whole world offers him refuge in Pittsburgh to ride out the summer and let things cool down in Texas.

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: swearing, drinking, a fight of you look hard enough. I believe that's it.

A03

I just want to put this out there this is a work of fiction. I in no way shape or form know how these players really act in really life. For those of you who may like Alex Kerfoot I am warning you for the sake of the series ONLY, I made Alex a jackass to fit the story line. I don't know how he really acts in person but I made him what I needed him to be for the story only. Please don't hate on me or the series if you don't agree with how he acts or talks within the series. Thank you

When you plan the perfect fairytale wedding, have the perfect ring, the perfect girl to walk down the aisle to you, you expect it to go perfectly smooth right? Well that's what Tyler Seguin thought the day he proposed to Tiffany. It had been the perfect beach proposal in Italy during the off season, they had been together for 2 years and she seemed to understand what it meant to be a hockey player's wife. Everything seemed like a fairytale… till last night when he found what he thought was the love of his life, fucking another man in their bed, in their house. Since then he had been hiding away in Jamie's basement, nursing a beer as he poured out his heart to his best friend over facetime.

"Ziggy, I know it hurts, and I'm truly sorry, but hiding in a basement till the season starts is not the answer." Arabella Kerfoot said with a dramatic sigh. Tyler took another sip of his beer and looked away from the camera. He knew she was right but his pride was too wounded to admit that.

"I don't know, Jamie's basement is pretty nice."

"It's May, Segs. Hockey starts in September. You gonna hide down there for over 4 months??" Ella gave him a hard look. Hanging his head the hockey forward sighed and shook his head. Running a hand through his black hair he looked back up and gave her the same look back.

"So what do you suggest, oh Great One?"

Bella laughed and flipped him off through the camera. "Wayne Gretzky is the Great One. But come spend the summer with me hiding away from the Media and just regroup. Take a breather." She said, taking a bite of her muffin as she leaned back into her chair. Tyler watched her closely, seeing if she was serious about it. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair again before looking back up at the camera. "Come on, even Jamie thinks it's a good idea."

"You talked to Benn about it?" .

Bella smiled at the camera and took another bite of her muffin. "What else was I supposed to do?" She asked. "Of course I talked to Jamie about it and he agreed with me. You need to leave his basement. Like yesterday and get your ass up here to my place. Take the summer to shut out the world and regroup with me." She sighed and sat her muffin down, running a hand through her hair before leaning closer to the camera. "Tyler, what happened is shitty. What she did to you was something horrible, but if you stay there, if you let this haunt you, it's going to ruin you. The media will eat you alive. Plus if you went home… dude I love your family, but let's be honest, they won't let you have any peace trying to make sure you're okay after something like this."

He knew she was right. He honestly did. They both had shitty reputations with the media. They messed up one time in their careers and all the sudden they were uncontrollable wild childs that needed to be torn down. Tyler has done so much since his move to Texas to rebrand himself, make a better name and leave all the Boston shit behind him. He finished his beer and looked off into the distance of the darkened room. Ella stayed silent as he thought, as his mind went through all his thoughts. He sighed and picked at the sandwich Jamie had made him hours ago, but left untouched. He knew Ella was waiting for him to answer, but his mind was tired and his heart was too broken to give her one. He heard his best friend sigh, knowing she was trying hard to give them the space he needed but a push at the same time. There was a 6 year age gap between the two Forwards, Tyler taking on the role of big brother to a young girl he met in 2017 who had just won the Stanley Cup in her rookie year with Pittsburgh, and made a mistake in front of the media, earning her a nasty reputation, similar to the one he had when he played for Boston. Fast forward 4 years later and the two were more like siblings then their own siblings. Tyler stood by Ella in so many fights with her brother Alex, who played for Toronto, when he would fight her on what a disappointment her reputation bright to the family name. Ella also stood beside Tyler during many family events where his family would hound him on not having settled down yet and setting his new found reputation into stone. Over the past 4 years the two of them formed a bond, one that to the outside world looked more than platonic, but they could never see each as anything more than best friends and siblings.

Knowing that Ella was in his corner and would understand if he needed a moment to breathe and ponder her request to spend the summer in Pittsburgh with her, he finally answered her question. "Let me have the night, to just…. Let my mind shut down and figure out how to go about this. I'll call you in the morning and let you know what I'm going to do. Okay Bell?"

"Okay Ziggy. If I don't hear from you by 10am I'm calling Benn and making him put you on a plane though. Love you Bubs."

"Love you Bubs." Tyler said back with their signature sign off before hanging up the phone. The room was darker than he remembered from before Ella had called, so flipping on a light he sat down on one of the sofas in Jamie's basement. His phone lit up with text messages from Tiffany, ones he swiped away so he didn't have to see them. With a sigh he flipped his phone over and ignored it as it continued to buzz. Getting up he walked slowly up the staircase to the first floor into the kitchen. Jamie was there cooking some food, listening to a game from the playoffs from the TV in the corner.

"About time you showed your face. Ella finally got you to leave my dungeon of despair?" Jamie asked as he stirred the stuff in the pot. Tyler raised an eyebrow upon hearing the weird name for the basement and Jamie saw the look of confusion. Nodding his head and waving a hand in the air he answered the silent question. "That's what she called it when she called me this morning. Don't ask, it's Ella, that's enough said."

Both men have a soft chuckle at that and Jamie went back to stirring his food. Tyler walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, chugging it down like his life depended on it. He hadn't drunk anything other than beer in the past 14 hours, and he didn't realize how thirsty he was till that moment. Throwing the empty water bottle in the small bin beside the sink, he leaned against the countertop and ran a hand through his thick hair.

"Ella wants me to come to Pittsburgh for the summer…. Instead of going home." He broke the silence after a bit of deep thinking. Jamie hummed in response, turning the stove off and removing his dish he had been stirring. Tyler watched him closely as he poured the stew into bowls. "You don't seem surprised." Jamie put the pot down and turned to face his best friend. He placed his arms over his chest and leaned against the table.

"Tyler, going home is only going to end in 1 of 2 ways. Your family going overboard on trying to keep you happy and giving you no time to grieve this, or being all up your ass about how shit went wrong and how this is going to look in you. They won't let you have any peace."

Tyler folded his arms and hung his head, giving a slight nod. "That's what Ella said too."

Jamie pushed off from the table and walked over to the forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Ella is right. And she's right in the fact you should go spend the summer with her. Lord knows that girl can't go home to her family. Not fair you two spend your summer with people that don't understand you. She's your best friend, so go and recover from this."

Tyler nodded his head and looked down at his bare feet. He knew they were right, there was nothing holding him here for the next few months. So pulling out his phone he shot a text to his one friend, asking if they could fly them on their small private plane to Pittsburgh in the morning. Then he shot a text to Ella that he knew she was probably already expecting.

*Pick me up at the airport in the morning*

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Stepping off the private plane around 8am in Pittsburgh instead of getting ready for a bachelor party that night wasn't how Tyler saw his weekend going. But here he was getting off his friend's plane at the airport to meet up with Ella. Flipping his sunglasses up onto his hair he looked around for the tall brunette he called his best friend. Looking off to his right he saw her walking his way. Ella was one for fashion. She knew what looked good on her tall, thin but muscular frame. Clad in a white deep V neck shirt that hugged her curves, a pair of dark blue skinny jeans with black ankle boots. Orange tinted Aviators kept her eyes from the morning sun, her hair fell to her shoulder blades thick and wavy down her back.

"You definitely know how to make an entrance Ell-Bell." Tyler said as he took the last few steps off the private plane. Ella's bright laugh filled the air around them as she stopped in front of her best friend.

"Please Ziggy, you dress to impress all the time, you lady killer." She said waving her hand at his current outfit. He had on a dark green shirt that was so tight it was a second skin. Every muscle on display. Tan pants clinged to his thighs, dark brown Hey Dudes on his feet. His hair was styled in the blown away look, curls perfectly messy. Dark sunglasses now perched on top of his head. His wide, full white smile lit up the runway, reaching out he pulled his best friend into a hug. For the first time since he found his now ex-fiance with another man, he really smiled. Pulling away from the hug, Tyler grabbed his bags he had dropped at his feet and followed Ella to her car. Tossing his bags Into the back seat of her Jeep, he climbed into the passenger seat and turned to look at his best friend.

"Thank you Ella…. For helping me during this. For being my best friend."

The brunette smiled back at him and took his hand, giving it a squeeze. "You are welcome Tyler. I know this is hard, and shitty. What she did was unforgettable. You are more of a brother than my own flesh and blood and I will always stand in your corner." She let go of his hand and started up her jeep, the warm spring air floating through the windows as she pulled out of the airport parking lot. "And you know that whenever you want to talk about it, or vent, or just sit in silence and drink a beer together, you just have to ask."

Tyler watched the scenery go by out his window. Pittsburgh was a beautiful town, the people here passionate about their sports teams with flags and banners blowing in the light breeze. What had once been a small coal town was now a booming city with people from all over flocking to its doors to watch hockey and football and baseball, for jobs and major opportunities that showed up each day.

The trees were just starting to green up, the grass turning a pretty shade of green, early spring flowers blooming in the yards of the homes they drove past. Tyler was lost in thought as he watched the town go by, the wind blowing through his curls as he leaned his head back against the headrest. The sound of a phone ringing broke him from his thoughts. Looking over at his friend, he watched as she looked down at her phone, a scowl across her face as she quickly hit decline to the call.

"Is everything okay Ella?" Concern in his voice. The forward sighed as she came to a stop at a red light. She looked over at Tyler through her sunglasses and he knew right away she wasn't happy.

"Alex keeps calling." She finally spoke as she turned back to look at the road.

"What does he want?"

"It's Alex. The only reason he ever calls his baby sister is because he wants to yell at me for being the family disappointment." The light turned green and Ella started moving the Jeep again, flipping her turn signal on and going right, towards her house. "Every year my family goes on a vacation together and last year I just…. Hide away and not gone. And I don't plan on going this year and I'm sure he is calling to bitch me out for it among other things….. shit."

Tyler looked from his friend to the front windshield as he felt the jeep come to a stop. He looked up the driveway to Ella's house on the outside of town and saw a car parked right by the front door. Looking back at his friend he gave her a pissed off look.

"What is he doing here?" Tyler hissed as he looked back at the Subaru in the driveway. Ella remained quiet as she pulled up her driveway to park beside the car that was waiting for them. The Jeep hadn't even been turned off yet when Tyler was out of its doors and marching towards the man waiting. After the past weekend, the drama and pain he went through, he was now ready for a fight.

"What the hell do you want Alex?" His voice boomed as Tyler stopped in front of the tall dark haired player from Toronto. He watched as Alex Kerfoot scowled upon hearing his voice and turned to face him.

"I should have known my baby sister would have gone running the minute she found out you were no longer engaged." Alex sneered as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Ella stopped next to Tyler and matched her brother's posture. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Alex laughed, shaking his head as if the answer was obvious. "With the reputation you both have among players it should be very clear what I'm saying. But I'll spell it out nevertheless." He pushed off his car and stopped inches from his sister. "You couldn't wait to have him back in your bed after you were the one that probably wrecked his engagement, Arabella. People like you two don't know how to be any different no matter how much your families try to put you on the right path."

Tyler grabbed Alex by the arm and yanked him away from Ella who had a look of horror across her face. Tyler pushed Alex up against his car and pinned him there with an arm across his chest.

"Watch your mouth Kerfoot. My engagement being called off has nothing to do with Ella. Your sister is my best friend and she offered me a place to stay while all that shit back in Texas gets worked out. Next time don't speak without the facts." He said through gritted teeth. Tyler stood a few inches taller than Alex, and he put his full height to his advantage. The two glared at each other for a moment before Ella spoke up.

"Why are you here Alex?"

Pushed against Tyler's arm, Alex broke free and fixed his jacket, giving the taller man one more glare before facing his sister. "You never come home anymore during the off season. Your place is at home, with family, keeping your rep clean during the summer instead of hiding out in Pittsburgh, giving the media more drama to feed off of. So I came to get you."

"Yeah that's not happening." Tyler chuckled sarcastically as he stepped closer to Ella for support. Alex cocked his head and waved a hand between the 3 of them to make a point. "And what place do you have here to speak Seguin?"

"Stop Alex!" Ella snapped as she pushed between the two men. She could see Tyler was holding back his anger, an anger he was famous for once having. And Alex knew how to push buttons, it's what gave him an edge on the ice. Tyler shook his head and took a step back, giving space between the three of them. He hated how Alex and her whole family treated her after one mistake. It was like watching his early years play out all over again.

"I am home Alex. Pittsburgh IS my home now. And I have house guests to care for. So I suggest you leave and let me go about my life here, with my friends and my team who are supporting me far more than my family has in the past few years." Tyler watched as Ella spoke, before she turned her back on her brother and walked back to her car to grab her purse from the back seat where she had left it. Digging out her house key she turned back to face Tyler and nodded her head towards the front door. Tyler nodded and turned back to face Alex, crossing his arms over his chest and tapped his chin up towards the Subaru behind him. He watched as Alex shook his head and grabbed the handle of the car door and yanked it open.

"I'll tell Mom that you already had plans for the summer. At least call her some though." Alex called out dryly before climbing into the car shutting the door behind him. Tyler glanced over at his friend and watched all kinds of emotions cross her face as her brother drove down her driveway and then down the road. Tyler watched her from the corner of his eye as the car disappeared down the road. He was fortunate enough to have a family that still supported him even after everything in Boston. Even after up until a year and half ago when he got serious with Tiffany he bounced around from girl to bar each weekend not caring if he got too drunk and ruin all he worked so hard to build. Even now, with everything that has happened in the past 48 hours with Tiffany, he knew his family understood to a point why he didn't come home. Why he wanted see space. Sure they would check in on him and maybe suggest coming to visit but they wouldn't show up at his door and chastise him for his choice.

"Don't bother even bringing your bags in." Ella's voice broke him from his thoughts. He turned to fully face her but Ella was already heading for her door.

"Excuse me? Care to explain??" He asked, not fully understanding that statement at all. He had a split second fear that maybe she was going to send him back to Texas after what just happened. But seeming to sense his underlying fear, she stopped at the door after she unlocked it and gave him one of her famous looks.

"We're not staying here." She said with a flip of her hair over her shoulder. "If we really want to disappear, then we are going to the cabin." Tyler had only seen her cabin once since she bought it. It was in a small fishing town at the top corner of Erie county and the lake. It sat by the water with only 2 other cabins in sight across the lake. It was remote and quiet. "The three of us need a break from the world. So to the cabin we go!" Ella singsonged as she marches through her front door, leaving Tyler to stand with a smirk on his face. He shook his head as he followed through the now open door. Only Sidney Crosby and himself knew she bought the cabin up north, as a way to really disappear when life got too much in the city.

"Wait." He stopped, replaying what she had said in his head. Three of them. Three people. So someone else was spending the summer with Ella? "Three people?" He called out but Ella had already disappeared upstairs to her room. "Ella, who else is spending the summer with us?!" He yelled up the steps as he raced up them two at a time. "I've had enough surprises in the past 48 hours to last a lifetime." He grumbled as he reached the top step. He found Ella packed 2 large suitcases of clothes, bathroom needs, shoes, and other random things. She smiled up at him and just gave him a wink. With a groan He knew he wasn't getting his answers till they reached that cabin on the lake.

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[devils-dares]

Make Your Escape

summary: joel miller's finally been caught by FEDRA after years of toying with the tyrants. he's gotta get back home to tommy, but finds an ally in you

pairing: joel miller x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of death, a past relationship, one punch thrown offscreen, blood, guns, mentions of violence

wordcount: 1593

a/n: my first full length joel miller fic?? enjoy!! i have a few ideas for a part two, so leave a comment if you want it.

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You heard whispers of the man in containment. He’d been causing FEDRA issues for ages, a “high priority pain in my ass,” so said by your commanding officer.

He’d been beating on officers, cutting the shift down until it got so bad that FEDRA requested soldiers from other outposts to cover. Boston was a big area, and any missing patrol could be detrimental to public safety.

You rolled your eyes at that part of the announcement.

The government didn’t care about “public safety”, they cared about public containment, having some sick control over the less fortunate in the forms of ration cards and limited supplies of medication.

God, you think, why couldn’t some fuckin’ plebe book him? You huff as you get your clipboard, walking down the hallway to the rat-infested room you soldiers called jail. There wasn’t any information on the paperwork, probably because the guy decided to kick and bite his way out of custody before officers- subdued him. You hate to think how riled up this guy is after FEDRA’s take on subduction and confinement, but you were the soldier with the least amount of seniority and the work was all but thrust upon you.

“Alright, this is how it’s gonna go, Mr…”

“I ain’t tellin’ you shit.” He’s hunched over on the shitty bed, his head hung low with his arms on his thighs.

“Well, I guess I’ll just leave you here, yeah? Send you to the gallows nameless?”

“Not like I have anyone.”

“Listen,” you huff, “you have no one and I’m brand fuckin’ new here, you wanna do me a favor and make this easy on me?” He chuckles darkly, his shoulders shaking up and down.

“Fuck you.”

“I could make this hurt. Could make it hurt real bad. Or I could let you off easy. Give you a snack and maybe let you wash your face so you could look at least a little presentable when your face is turning fuckin’ purple and you’re swaying in the air like a goddamn ragdoll. Up to you if you decide to work with me or not.” His face lifts a little at that.

“Why’d you decide to work at this shithole?”

“If I answer, will you give me your name?”

“Make it a good answer and I just might.”

“I didn't have a choice. My little QZ out west was hit hard by raiders, and I was trapped in a building surrounded by clickers. FEDRA decided to loot supplies and found me, and then gave me an ultimatum, either I stay and die or join.”

“And before?”

“Austin, Texas, was a bartender.”

“Knew you sounded familiar.” He finally lifts his head up, and you recognize his face, although now marred with scars, wrinkles, and tanned beyond your beliefs.

“Joel fuckin’ Miller. Should’ve known it was you causing all those problems. Sarah’s probably worried sick.”

“Sarah, haven’t heard her name since damn near Outbreak Day.” Immediately your stomach drops, and the burn of tears hits the back of your throat.

“Joel-”

“She was shot by the same assholes that work at FEDRA. They took her from me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yet you work here.”

“Wasn’t my first choice.”

“You gonna send me off now?”

“Where’s Tommy?” He sighs.

“You gonna keep askin’ me personal questions?”

“Yeah. Where is he?”

“I ain’t snitchin’ to a snitch.”

“I’m asking a friend.” His hand runs through his hair.

“You said you didn’t wanna be here.”

“I never said that, Joel.”

“Well you should’ve, fuckin’ insane for staying.”

“Are you just going to insult me?” He doesn’t answer, and you decide to wwalk out, not wanting to deal with his shit today. You slam the door a little harder than you intended, but it got the message across all the same.

Joel’s got his head hung low again. His hands are intertwied, white knuckle grip on each other to keep old memories and emotions from coming back up. There was no way you changed that much, right? That you’d willingly work with the damn enemy? He shook his head again. He has to remind himself that the ties to the world before don’t matter, that you don’t matter. If only he could convince you to leave. Tommy would be beyond ecstatic to have you in Jackson, and on some nostalgic level, he could rekindle whatever you two were working towards before Outbreak Day.

He shook his head. Times like these were when delusions wormed their way into your head, and he could not afford to be off his rocker when the time came to make his escape. It was unfair that you reminded him of simpler times. He could feel your skin in his hands, laying in the bed of his truck to watch the stars by the lake. He remembered the first time he kissed you, just a short and sweet thing, but Sarah interrogated him when he came home, a wild blush spreading across his cheeks when she mocked his moves.

He ran his hands through his hair, finally knowing what his move would be to get you out of here with him.

You come back a few hours later, or maybe a few days later. Joel doesn’t know because he hasn’t slept since he got captured, and there’s no windows in this box. He’s still sitting in the same position he was when you left him, so you drag a chair a few feet away from him and take a seat.

“How did you bribe FEDRA officers?”

“Ain’t it my constitutional right to plead the fifth?”

“There isn’t a constitution anymore, Joel. Just answer the question and maybe I don’t have to sentence you to death in public.”

“You don’t have to stay here.” He says, voice dropping in volume as he speaks.

“What do you mean?”

“Tommy, he’s… he’s got a town. Community, all to himself and some trusted folks. I got a place there.”

“Where?”

“You askin’ as a friend or a cop?” He looks you in the eyes, and it’s the same fucking look he gave you twenty-something years ago when he gave you his jacket just to walk you ten yards to your car after your shift at the bar.

“A friend, Joel, I’d never put Tommy in danger, you know that.”

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Your commander gave you a sick smile when he spotted blood on your knuckles as you came out of Joel’s cell.

“Gave him a good beating, did you?”

“‘Course.”

You’d gotten into his good graces by beating on an inmate, and now that you had, he’d turn a blind eye to some of your illicit activities, which included going to the “evidence” room and picking up all of Joel’s weapons, before taking them directly to him. He’s cradling his jaw when you walk in, a solid gash sitting on his face, blood gushing. You drop the bag on the floor and wince at the totality of the cut, tossing him a bandage to keep it from dripping everywhere.

“Guess you still have a mean right hook.” He says.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I got your stuff, so we can gear up and head out.” He looks up at you.

“This isn’t the day you were expecting, was it?” He asks, clicking a magazine into his pistol.

“Can’t say I was, Joel. You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be, sweetheart.”

You clicked on the handcuffs around his wrists, loose enough that he could shake them off, but believable. You held them in place, positioned behind him just so that the gun in his waistband behind his back could not be seen. You dragged him down the hallway, and he was acting his ass off, cursing and yelling and trying to twist away from your grip. Luckily, no one paid you any mind, even when you snagged truck keys off the wall and shoved Joel into the passenger seat.

“Where are we heading to?” You ask.

“Jackson, there’s a whole town out there, like I said.” You start the truck, and finally, FEDRA soldiers look hard at your position, cocking their guns and gathering at your position.

“You’d better hold on,” you say, “gonna be a bit of a bumpy ride gettin’ outta here.” You gun it, and almost as quickly as the tires spin and grip the ground, shoving you back into the seat as you drive off do the bullets start hitting the armor on the truck. You ram the gate at the end of the driveway, and quickly evade the other FEDRA trucks just outside, on a mission to stop you.

“Goin’ off road?” Joel suggests, a panicked lilt in his voice.

“You read my mind.” It’s unpleasant, the way the truck rocks and dips in the tall grass, and you feel yourself getting a little sick at the continuous rocking movement, but soon enough you’ve outrun them, and their trucks retreat to the camp.

“You’re insane.” Joel shakes his head, smiling at you.

“Been a while since I did something risky with you, Miller.” He shoots a glance your way, and sees what seems to be a reminiscent grin on your face.

“Thinkin’ about something specific?” He asks.

“Just what Sarah used to tell me, you know she caught us kissing one time?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “she wouldn’t shut up about it, teased me for fuckin’ weeks.”

“Me either.” You two fall quiet.

“How long to Jackson? I don’t actually know where we are.” He asks after a few minutes.

“Few hours, five or six.” He hums.

“Guess we got some time to kill.”

[yeehawbrothers]

Request Prompts <3

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Angst prompts:

"Leave. Leave right now."

"Can you just fuck off already?"

"I can't do this anymore. Not with you."

"Pack your shit and go. Get the hell out of my sight"

"You ruined everything."

"I'm going to leave now, before I say something I regret later."

"This wouldn't even be a problem if you didn't make one out of it"

"You were supposed to be my safe place. But all you've brought me is pain. How great is that?"

"If you hate me so much, kill me. Kill me already. It's not like I've got much to live for anyways."

"They told me not to trust you, but I didn't listen."

"You...why did it have to be you?!"

"You lied to me! Over and over again!"

"Hey...Hey...stay with me."

"Oh my...what did they do to you?"

"It's okay, its just me."

"I didn't know where else to go."

Fluff prompts:

"Flea markets don't carry fleas you know?"

"Are you serious? Your getting blood all over my carpet!"

"I am not wearing a dress/tie!"

"It's a Texas thing"

"Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that shit. It's getting annoying."

"What are we?" "A mess."

“I just woke up can you give me a minute before you start being weird.”

“It’s literally two am, shut up.”

"Let me be a mom for a second and tuck you in."

"If you can't sleep...we could have sex?"

"If you don't shut up, I'm going to punch you."

"Please put your penis away."

"Why are you on the table?" - "Better view of my life." - "Where's the spider?" - "By the door."

"Shut up and get in the closet."

"Listen, I don't mind cuddling. But if you wake me up again I'll whoop your ass."

"I'm an insomniac, this is normal."

"Listen...I didn't know it was illegal."

"Stop messing with your IV."

"I'm pretty sure this place in haunted."

"Hold my hand you asshole"

"Did...Did you just bark at that guy?"

"Awww yay what a nice reunion! Now come fucking help me"

"We are not picking up the free chair" - "Why not!!?" - "Because that shit is 100% haunted."

"Why are you so mean to me?" - "You cannot take the child home."

"I love you so much I'm gonna bite you."

Song prompts:

If you want me to write a story based on a song, send me the link in the request. Please keep in mind, like with anything, I'm not going to force myself to write something if I'm not feeling it.

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[paisholotus]

Now playing: All To Me~ Giveon

Brian's Pov

Miami, Florida

I decided to take Ashia to this Mexican restaurant, Tej, told me she's been wanting to go. I was actually really nervous. Which is new for me because I've never felt like this about any woman. I genuinely didn't see her as a piece of ass. I wanted to get to know her.

Once we got to the restaurant, I pushed in her chair, then walked back around the table and sat the opposite of her. We ordered our food, and I smiled at her as she looked around the restaurant, sipping her drink.

"So, tell me about yourself." I said to her. She looked at me and smiled lowly.

"Well, I'm Trinidadian and Haitian. My mother, Trini, and my dad, Haitian. I have three sisters, but you already met two of them. I also have four brothers. I told you I'm a teacher already. I'm 23 years old.....um I don't know what else to say."

She said, awkwardly laughing, making me smile wider at her.

"That's okay. Were you born in America?" I asked, biting into my food.

"Actually, no, I was born in Trinidad and moved to Texas when I was 14 and around when I turned 16. My dad got a job offering here, and I've lived here ever since."

I smiled and listened to her intently about her childhood and how she met Suki and Tej. I wanted to learn everything about her. Her aura just pulled me in, the way she smiled, the way she talked, the way she knew so much about cars. I admired her for being a teacher and loving kids, I could see she was patient and caring the way she talked about her students.

I watched her talk but I wasn't paying all that attention. As bad as it sounds, I couldn't help it. I just stared into her pretty brown eyes and looked down at her glossed lips and back into her eyes. She was insanely beautiful, without even trying. I was usually a focused man, but around her it's like my brain turned to fucking mush.

"Brian...Brian...BRIAN!" She called my name tapping the table.

"Shit, I'm sorry. What did you say?" I asked, looking at her slightly embarrassed. I needed to pull myself together.

She giggled and sipped her drink, smiling at me. Fuck, that laugh. It was doing things to me. I bit my bottom lip and waited for her to speak.

"I asked, what about you?" I nodded and took a bite of my food and hummed at the taste. This place actually had good food.

"Um, well, I'm 26 years old. I'm from California. Don't really have any siblings. Um..." For some reason, I wanted to tell her everything. Down to my past and my childhood, but I honestly didn't want to scare her away.

"So, it was just you and your parents?" She asked quietly. I looked down at the table and nodded. I really didn't like talking about my childhood. Considering mine was complete shit.

"Actually, just me and my mom." I said, looking back into her eyes, as she looked at me and frowned.

"Did he pass?" She asked as I shifted in the chair.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to. I respect your boundaries." She said quickly, probably making sure she didn't offend me.

I smiled softly at her and shook my head, "You're okay. My dad was very abusive to me and my mom. Verbally and physically. When I would come home, he would find any reason to call the cops on me. Till one day, he just left and never came back."

She frowned at me sadly but gave me a small smile, "Well, that's his loss. He didn't deserve to be in your life. Your mama seemed to do a fine job on her own." She said, giving me a big smile.

I felt myself blushing and looked back down at my plate, taking a bite, as I heard her laugh again.

"Awe, did I make you blush, blondie?" She asked, making me look back at her. She was smiling and biting on her straw.

She leaned over the table and placed a small kiss on my cheek, making me more flustered than I already was.

"You're so sweet, Bubba." She said, more of her accent coming out.

I sharply exhaled and waved down the waiter. My voice came out high-pitched, as if I was back a virgin. "Check, please."

[demona-andariel]

A Simple Act of Kindness - 5 / ??

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003)

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface) x OFC

Summary: Elizabeth wakes up in a stranger's home. Her fate to become another victim of the Hewitt family is all but sealed till a simple act of kindness changes her life forever.

Warning: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) dead dove, rape/Noncon, violence, forced marriage, kidnapping, cannibalism, explicit sexual content, loss of virginity, angst

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 3,243

Chapter 5 - Hoyt

Thomas was gone from the bed by the time she was awake, much to her surprise. The sun shone through the window, hitting her face. Getting up, she walked to the window to look out. She’d gone through so much the last few days. Her body felt empty, hollow. But, she’d promised herself she was going to live. She’d promised herself she’d try to make the best out of her situation.

“Well, well,” Hoyt’s teasing drawl sent shivers down her spine. She spun around. He gave her a lecherous smile as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. 

She froze. What the fuck was he planning? “What are you doing?” she snapped trying to keep the fear out of her voice.

“I saw what you did,” Hoyt said. “Wasting perfectly good meat, killing it before we could store it so it won’t rot. You know that just means Tommy’s gonna have to go look for more meat, right?” 

Her heart dropped. “Where’s Thomas?” she asked.

Hoyt’s smile seemed to widen. “Sent the boy to get more meat of course. You should really try Luda’s stew. It’s delicious.” He took a step closer to her. She tried to take a step back, but she was already at the window.  “Here’s the thing, girly. Ya really need to be taught a lesson. Tommy has told me that you’re not being very receptive.”

“Don’t you dare!” Elizabeth snarled. “I’ll tell Thomas.”

Hoyt laughed. 

“That boy. You think he’d believe you? You’ve barely been here a week. I’m his uncle. He’ll know you seduced me. That his cock wasn’t good enough you had to try more. That is, if you say anything.”

“Thom-” she started to scream, as she ran towards the door, but Hoyt tackled her. “Let me go!” she yelled as she struggled. 

“He ain’t here, babydoll,” Hoyt said as he shifted a lot of his weight on her, pinning her to the ground. “Sent him out to get more meat, and Luda’s with the neighbors for a few hours. Just you and me.” Her nightshirt was one of Thomas’ old button ones. It barely covered her, but at least it did something. Hoyt’s hand went up her nightshirt and he laughed. “Oh, you are a slut. No panties?” he asked as she felt two of his fingers penetrate her. 

“No!” She cried out, as she pushed him away. He grabbed her shirt as she got to her feet. She could feel and hear the buttons pop from their struggle. 

She reached the door and grabbed onto the door knob, only for him to wrap his arms around her middle and throw her back into the room. She hit the mattress. She tried to let out another cry for help, but he smacked her face. 

The shock and stun from his backhand, momentarily disoriented her. She couldn’t think fast enough to stop him. He flipped her onto her stomach, kicking her legs out while he placed himself behind her. 

“Now bite down, muffle those cries. I gotta get a taste of this pussy.” Hoyt stuck a finger into her pussy, roughly moving it around. She cried, trying to stop him, reaching behind her, since he was holding her down with his other arm. 

“I’ve had enough, you little bitch,” he snarled as smacked her ass. She felt his cock through his pants as he rubbed along her.  “Now, I know you want good old Tommy boy to come and save you. But that ain’t happenin’. I’ve got you for a couple hours. Enough to fuck that pussy and get ya cleaned up without him knowing.”

She heard him unbuckle and his pants slide down. With renewed energy she struggled again, only to have him press her hard into the mattress. She felt his cock as he slid it over her pussy and then ass. Hoyt groaned. 

“Don’t worry. I don’t plan on cumming in ya pussy. That baby’s gotta be Tommy’s.” 

Tears streamed down her face. She didn’t care that he wasn’t going to cum in her. One way or another she was clearly going to have a baby. She just didn’t want him inside her at all. 

His cock rubbed up against her pussy again and she moved her ass to one side. He grumbled as he tried to line himself up again, before she moved her ass to one side again. “Fucking, fine,” he snarled.

Before she could react, his hands spread her ass cheeks apart and he started to push his cock into her virgin ass. 

“I think there’s a hole he hasn’t touched yet,” Hoyt said with glee as he pushed harder.

“No!” she screamed as she tried to get away. 

“Shut up, you stupid bitch!” Hoyt snarled, slapped her ass. “Just take it. Once my cock’s head is in it’s easy after that.” 

She felt his cock press against her virgin asshole. She wasn’t sure if Thomas had ever thought of fucking her ass, or if he would do it after she got pregnant. Either way, she was grateful that he hadn’t used her there yet. But now… she wished he had. Better him than his fucking uncle.

“Stop,” Elizabeth cried out as started to push into her. The pain was intense. He didn’t even try to loosen her up and wasn’t using lube. 

He grabbed her hair and pulled her back. She cried out both in pain and terror. “What the fuck did I say? Be quiet. Now, I’m gonna be nice and warn ya. There’s going to be some real pain.”

She shook her head. “Please, stop!” She wailed. The horrible reality of what was about to happen shook her to her core. She should have killed herself down in that basement. There was no one coming to save her. Why was she so intent on living? Death was far better than all this. She could feel her mind go numb as his cock head breached her.

She let out another scream as Hoyt was pulled back, his cock leaving her ass.

“She made me do it!” Hoyt yelled, pointing a finger at her immediately.

She sank to the ground, body shaking, eyes raging. Thomas stood between them. Looking from his uncle to her then back to his uncle.

“I’m sorry, Thomas,” Hoyt continued as he tried to move. “Dammit, boy.” He growled, rubbing his back as he stood. “You didn’t have to throw me so hard. But the bitch was begging for it. I tried to resist, but you know me.”

Thomas fixed his gaze at Elizabeth. Wiping her nose, she looked back at him. He didn’t have a handsome face underneath his human mask. But she preferred it to whatever victim he was wearing.

He… had… saved her? He’d put her through so much. Raping her daily to impregnate her. Groping and petting her in front of his family as if she were some sort of prize. Even the voyeurism as he fuck her in front of Jason. Yet there he stood, like some sort of savior. Protecting her from his uncle. Why?

“Awe, don’t ya think for one moment that she’s innocent. Those big old tears. They weren’t there at the start. I’m sorry, Thomas. I think we just might have to find another one for ya. But don’t worry. I was trying to punish her. Stick it in her ass. For you.” 

The words seemed to affect Thomas as his eyes dilated ever so slightly. He believed his uncle. 

Thomas turned away from her. She threw herself at his feet and both men looked down at her. She ignored Hoyt, giving Thomas her full attention. If he left her, Hoyt would do worse.

“I need your cock,” she begged, wrapping her arms around his leg. “Show him what it means to truly fuck me. You probably don’t believe me that he forced me. I’ve only wanted you. You were my first. I want you to be my last. If you’re going to kill me please fuck me first. Fill me up so that way you’ll be the last thing in my pussy.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Hoyt’s mouth drop. 

Thomas blinked, not moving immediately. Then he reached down and helped her to her feet. His eyes were filled with lust as he roughly pulled her to him. She had him. He glanced over at Hoyt, giving the man a little growl. Elizabeth turned Thomas’ head towards her. 

“Making him watch. I want him to see what it truly means to fuck me. I want him to know that I belong to you. All of me does. Like you showed Jason.” Her hands went down undoing his belt. Thomas didn’t stop her, only watched her curiously as she took off her ripped nightshirt, revealing her completely naked body. Getting to her knees, she hesitated for a moment. His male musk was strong. But his cock was still limp. Putting her hands on his legs, she looked up at him. “Can I?” she asked. She wasn’t going to be like them. She wasn’t going to rape someone to survive. Not that Thomas would think it’s rape most likely. 

His cock twitched as he looked down at her. And then his hand reached down and patted her head, twirling his fingers into her hair. She flashed Hoyt a glance before she carefully took hold of Thomas’ cock. 

Thomas groaned at her touch. 

“I realized something, last night,”she whispered, planting kisses on his member while gently stroking it. It was getting bigger and harder. “I,” she said, moving her other hand further down to fondle his balls. He let out a groan and closed his eyes momentarily before looking back at her. “Belong to you,” she finished. Taking his cock and maintaining eye contact, she put it in her mouth.

Both men moaned this time. She moved her tongue as best as she could around him. She half expected him to start fucking her face as fast as he could, but he didn’t. Instead, he let her have as much control as possible. She attempted to be as enthusiastic as possible as she sucked, and licked and gagged on his cock. She didn’t let her gag reflex stop her from bobbing up and down. One hand fondled his balls, carefully massaging and rubbing them, while the other moved along his inner thigh. 

His grip tightened on her hair as his hips moved with her head. He was trying to push in as far as he could and she kept her throat and jaw as loose as possible. It was hard to breathe, but she pushed through. She could tell that he was almost ready to come and took in a deep breath. Grabbing the back of her head, he pulled her to his crotch. She closed her eyes as she felt his hot spurts of cum hit the back of her throat. 

Thomas let out a gasp before he let her go. He took a step back, his spent cock falling limp between his legs. She didn’t move. Instead, she made a show of swallowing. 

Hoyt whimpered in the corner of the room. She hadn’t forgotten about him. This was all a show. A show for him to see what Thomas did for her and what she did for Thomas. A show that she was Thomas’. She didn’t care if Hoyt masturbated what she had done. It would be torture for him. As long as she kept Thomas happy there was no way Hoyt would dare try to touch her again.

She leaned back, giving Thomas the best lusty eyes she could muster, as she bit her lip. Thomas swooped down and picked her up, tossing her on the bed. She bounced a little, her breasts moving up and down that made both men moan. Thomas leaned in close to kiss her.

“As you! Please, Thomas,” she begged, cupping his face. He hesitated then slowly lifted his mask to reveal his disfigured face. She touched his cheek as gently as possible. “Always as you with me. Please.” His face was hideous, although the skin disease that ravaged him wasn’t contagious. She didn’t let her disgust show, keeping her eyes on his. It was true. She would have never dated him in real life. Even now, knowing his personality, she still wouldn’t have dated him. She didn’t think he had it in him to truly betray his uncle and mother. He would never let her go. But, he would keep her safe.

Thomas leaned over her and began kissing her, slowly working his way down. A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine. At the same time, he moved a finger up and began to massage her clit. She let out a cry of excitement, rubbing her breasts as she leaned back in bed. She wasn’t feeling as excited as she was letting on, but neither men knew that. He dipped a finger into her slit and then pulled his whole hand away, making her whimper. His rough calloused hands roamed her whole body.

She glanced over at Hoyt again, who had his cock in his hands as he watched. His eyes were full of fury and lust. Thomas’ hands ran along her thighs, reaching up to stroke her belly. 

She looked back at Thomas. Her eyes fell on his cock as big and girthy as ever. It was standing at attention. For the briefest of moments, she wished he’d wait a little bit longer to get her more fired up. He didn’t understand. 

She spread her legs further, Hoyt groaned. She knew her mouth opened slightly as Thomas pushed into her. “Fuck me,” she whispered. The sensation of him filling her up was still painful. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to him. Abnormally large cock despite the size of the man. It fit him as did his body. He paused, the head of his cock completely inside her. She waited. He loved this part. He loved her facial expressions. 

Even though she expected it. She couldn’t help but cry out in pain and pleasure as he rammed his entire cock into her. No matter how ready she seemed to be, it still hurt. And for whatever reason, he loved watching her make that face. She tried to think as he started ramming her. She had to get him to go deeper. She had to get him to realize that there was more they could do. She needed Hoyt to be jealous. An image popped in her mind.

“Thomas, Thomas, wait,” she said between breaths. 

A frown crossed his face as he slowed his pace. She pushed him back, and he let out a groan of distress, but didn’t say a word. 

Hoyt snorted. 

“Sit, please,” she said, patting on the bed, ignoring Hoyt. 

Thomas’ face twitched with confusion but he did as she said sitting at the edge of the bed. His cock sitting straight up between his legs. It was rare for him to get the entire damn thing in her. She’d read up on sex positions before, taking mental notes of what she wanted to try. But there was no reason to explore them with Thomas before. He was her rapist and would always be her rapist. A brief sorrow passed her mind. Would this give him ideas? It didn’t matter though. 

She moved one leg over him so that she was straddling him. Her pussy just over his cock. Her breasts grazed his chest. She teased him a little, letting his cock feel her pussy just over him as she moved. He bucked his hips to get at her, but she kept enough of a distance between them. 

“I am all yours and only yours,” she stated. Her hand grabbed onto his cock to steady him as she lowered herself onto him. 

He leaned his head back moaning in surprise as she let out soft whimpers. It surprised her that he let her have complete control over what she was doing. Her ass finally sat on his legs and she leaned in, kissing his chest. 

It was the most interactive she’d ever been with him. In the back of her mind she knew it would be a curse. Putting her arms around his neck, she rose up and down. He joined in her movements. Keeping his thrusting in the same speed as she was. His eyes watched her in awe. She was being deliberately slow, making him savor her. Damn, if it were her last fuck she might as well enjoy herself. His fingers roamed her ass and she felt them go between her cheeks. 

Did he want to fuck her ass? She felt his fingers slowly work their way into her asshole. Not very far, but one was joined by another and then another. Did Hoyt notice? Or was he too transfixed, watching her breasts bounce as she moved up and down Thomas’ cock. Or was he watching her pussy as she ate Thomas’ huge cock with every bounce. 

She leaned her back and moaned, doing her best to arch her breasts up for Thomas’ view. 

Suddenly, she yelped as Thomas picked her up and threw her on the bed again. In his eyes, she could see it. He was nearing his end. She raised her legs up over her head as he penetrated her again. She needed him to go as deep as possible. He picked up speed as he grabbed her sides for leverage so he could ram her harder. 

One hand left her side and slipped down to her clit. She let out a happy cry  as the fire that was burning in her raged even harder. 

“Thomas!” She screamed as the wave of her orgasm crashed through her. She clenched her pussy around his cock and he let out a groan and squeal of his own as he buried himself as deep as possible in her. She felt the warmth of his seed inside her. 

Thomas pulled out with a plop and sat there, breathing heavily as he watched her. 

She didn’t look at him, instead at the wall, trying to catch her breath.  

“Damn, what a show,” Hoyt hollered, slapping his knee with his hands. 

Thomas quickly turned. He seemed to have forgotten about his uncle. Elizabeth hadn’t. She sat up, knowing that Hoyt was staring at her breasts. Thomas clearly took offense to his uncle’s leering as he moved his body to better hide his woman.

Thomas stood up, looking at his uncle. “Mine!” he said much more forcefully as he pointed to Elizabeth. 

Hoyt raised his hands in the air. “I get it,” he said as he started to make his retreat. Playing it off as if he didn’t care. 

Elizabeth caught a glance of Hoyt’s hard on then looked away as he thrust his hips at her while Thomas’ back was turned. Oh, he’d have the images in his head. She didn’t care. He’d already seen her naked before. Now he saw her being stretched out by a massive cock. But, other than his own cock barely breaching her ass before Thomas saved her, he’d never know what she felt like. He could always dream, but his dreams would never come true. He dare not touch what Thomas claimed to be his.

Hoyt closed the door with a slam, betraying his true emotions.

Chapter 6 - No Sex, Only Shower

[fireylesbianhell]

This World Won't Ever Forget Us

javid AU chapter two electric boogaloo. we get some perspective switch-up. this probably isn't similar to my usual means of writing, and it's not beta'd at all. I'm still working on getting a grasp of these characters, I apologize if they're ooc.

this one took me to hell and back. anyways, ill bitch more in the tags, you may now eat your lukewarm microwave meal of a chapter

as always, inspired by "Bite The Bullet" on ao3

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David Jacobs was a smart guy, this was an undisputed fact. Ask his Mother, Father, Sister, or Brother.

Ask his few drifting 'friends', that, are honestly more like 'odd Acquaintances' or 'pitiful classmates'. Ask any of his proud teachers who liked having a nice boy and star pupil or the begrudging teachers that let who they saw as a smartass and some 'waking mouth' go by with flying colors in their class. 

So, if you were to say, ask David Jacobs why he was in a car, going 45 down a highway, hoping, prayin’ that the law wasn’t on their ass, he would simply stare in your face like you were a madman. 

Yet, he was the madman in question.

Hearing the car rev again before slowing down, he turned to his fellow escapee. 

He looked about his age, give or take possibly a year or two, but he could tell that he didn’t seem the type to have a ‘Just Graduated’ mentality after having just watched him let loose in the rickety old car down the highway after beating up someone for him in an alleyway.  

“So…” He started slowly, holding onto his cap that still threatened to fall off his head despite the acceleration of the car being slowed. 

“If you’re about to ask if we have any form of a plan, sugar, you’re shit out of luck.” He said exasperatedly. Dave shut his mouth quickly after that. That was, indeed his question- but there was a bit more to it. 

“Actually- er, I wanted to know your name.” He said, probably sounding just as exasperated himself as a look of guilty shock briefly traveled on the driver’s face. 

“...Jack, um, Kelly. Jack Kelly.” He said, slowly, as if clashing with himself out whether to entrust the information to David. 

“David Jacobs, but you already knew most of that.” He said, to clear the air a bit. The car was fully slowed down now, and he let go of his cap. 

They sat again in a bit of awkward stillness before David decided that, if he were likely gonna be spending a little while with this guy, he would bite the bullet, and get to know him. 

“So, erm..where did you grow up?”

“Rowena, Texas.” He replied flatly. 

“Texas? That’s…nice. Why in the hell did you leave Texas for Oklahoma? This place is the worst, y’know.” 

“Wasn’t no choice. ‘Pa had to pack it up from Texas due to our farm going up in price he couldn't keep up with. Stopped up here for a bit and then I got myself arrested.”

And that, made David’s heart stop a bit. 

Run away with a stranger? Bad. Run away with someone who has a criminal record? To, kindly put it, he was fucked. 

“Um…wow…” he said hesitantly. 

He watched Jack deflate a bit. “It was petty theft. A bicycle- I was 13.” He said, still wearing that shunned expression yet not sounding remorseful one bit. 

This did help Dave’s conscious, if not just a tad. He nodded and said, 

“So, no plan, a record consisting of…bike theft, and a car.” 

“Stolen car, a gun in the back, and only one destination before I was bound to drop off the face Oklahomama…” Jack rambled out, gripping down the steering wheel, before blinking a moment and sighing. 

“Before, you of course,” he said with a near wistful glace if Dave had to truly describe it. Wistful, Scared, And the same blink-and-you-miss-it 'oh, god I'm fucked' look in his eyes. 

And if David took note of his rather pretty slightly multi-colored brown-green eyes, that was just for him to know, thank you very much.

David stared back. He was in a car- a stolen car, his brain helpfully supplied to him- with a criminal and a gun, on the run, running where? 

He kept that thought aside- he was too busy still looking at an extremely stressed-out-looking Jack starting to babble on once more. 

“I tried- to tell ya, I mean. I promise i-i ain’t no crook. Just- trying to get out, like you.” He paused, looking guiltily again before starting up 

“I can drive you back. Back to your house, or, hell even that scum stunk diner if you don’t feel safe or nothin-” 

Jack Kelly couldn't continue, as he was busier suddenly attempting not to crash a car at the moment- 

due to the fact that David Jacobs was currently kissing him. 

Jack wasn’t an expert in anything romantic. 

He had one ‘girlfriend’ on a nearby farm once, when he was nine, and a few here-and-there crushes. It took one crisis in juvenile detention to take a realizing that, he liked boys just as much as he did gals- he didn't express it too much less someone like his Ma, from those few fragmented memories he had of the woman who left him, who spent every open minute on about God hatin’ the ‘Queers’ and may take it in their head to try and hurt him for it. 

Jack knew he had a little thing for the boy who ran away with him in his stolen car, and, to have this boy kissing him like his life depended on it was a real eye-opener, especially while you're supposed to be driving.

Eventually, as if they both remembered humans do need to breathe, and broke apart, Jack's eyes darting to the open road ahead of them and making a sharp turn to the side of the road. 

David’s eyes widened as if it had just hit him what he’d done. 

Dave started to panic, internally- he just kissed him! Just like that! He didn't pull away sure but- maybe he was shocked? Angry? Maybe he was about to yell at Dave for not asking or he probably didn’t even like guys at all oh god-

Dave’s worries were paused by Jack kissing him this time. 

Oh- well, that was a whole lot better than what he initially expected to happen. 

Jack pulled them apart and then, sighed, oh so dramatically, that David couldn’t help but laugh himself. 

“So..." he started, that exasperation back mixed with a meekness David expected seeing in watching his younger Brother trying to ask a girl out to a dance. Dave simply smiled, giving Jack a patient smile 

Jack paused, looking up again. he gained his confidence once more, if only for a second. 

"We don’t know each other still anyways, but Davey Jacobs, will you go wherever the hell with me despite my vast and likely growing criminal record?"

If you asked David Jacobs’ parents, siblings, acquaintances, and teachers. or anyone who ‘knew’ him, they would tell you he was obviously smart enough to say hell no. 

“I Will.”

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Stepping into the shittest motel he’d ever seen, Dave was really starting to feel the romance. And now the lack of adrenaline that’s been fueling his life-changing choices.

Jack rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. 

“It’s not perfect, I know- but, once I get another job done, we’re gonna be in the finest homes wherever we wanna be.” He grinned- that grin could bring David’s mind from its encyclopedic likes to nothing in an instant, yet somehow make him want to write the sappiest most romantic stuff he could ever dream of. 

Dave nodded and let him talk to the clerk, requesting the one-bedroom and getting by with an odd look, and thankfully nothing else. The man didn’t seem an uptight kind, god knows what happens here at his motel, and by the looks of the place, David was sure that two guys who may be queer were the least of his concerns. 

He and Jack made their retreat up, and when they got there Dave Collapsed backward onto the bed while Jack dropped a few things to the little shoddily built wood table beside them. 

Dave looked up seeing the car keys, Jack's handgun, and a few papers on top of an open map. 

“What’s that?” He asked, scooting over to see a few things marked down on the map half-covered by newspaper clippings and addresses, and a few notes in piss-poor handwriting from odd names like "Race" and "Specs" 

“Places I need to be or have scouted out.” He said stoically, before smiling and grabbing his hand suddenly. 

Jack pulled him over and put a pencil in Davey's hand and wrapped his arms around his shoulders with a giddy little smile. 

“Well? Anywhere you want babe. The world is ours the second I get those jobs done and then some. Any Job, Home, Earnin' you can think of.” he smiled, taking a step back and letting Davey have full control now. 

This was new. 

David Jacobs could finally help call the shots. Be dangerous, Be wild, and kill off that clean-cut plastic mold of a person he had to be, the person that drove him to the madness that got him to jump in that car this morning.

Ever since he was a kid there was almost always something he had to take care of. He had to help his father out constantly after the accident and relies on Dave to help him with his job. If Sara was unable to help their mother, Dave could do it with no problem. keep up with the chores, do the schoolwork, and help with his parent's work and his sister's work. 

Then in school, his intellectual ability was immediately turned against him by others. Got a project with David Jacobs? Oh, then you basically don't have to do anything at all! Let brainiac handle it. 

Then, Mom & Dad have Les, and David Jacobs becomes the babysitter, helper, worker, cheat sheet, and everything else in between. Every minute of his life became doing things for and taking care of other people. 

And now, Tall, Dark, Handsome swoops into his life, and Jack Kelly gives him freedom. 

He looked up at Jack with one of the most genuine expressions of happiness he’d ever felt on himself before and looked back down at the map. 

He too wanted to see it all, and by god, He & Jack were gonna. 

But David Jacobs was a smart guy, who knew they had to start small. 

He circled a little theatre right outside Oklahoma City, a nice rich place his family traveled to once. 

He had an ally there. 

[jinkas-heart-filled-meadows]

hiya wapenzi (darlings in swahili)

im Jinka Medali Hadow and im from Kenya!

i moved to the us 3 years ago because of a private school scholarship

im a 16 year old bi af aphrodite kid

She/Her

The reincarnation of Aphrodite Ariea

@star-of-the-underworld wifeyyyyyyy🤗🤭

Powers: Desire Hypnosis (Can make anyone that is slightly attracted to the user fall into a trance like hypnosis state), Charmspeak (Makes the users words irresistible to their target), Lovebite (They have fangs that eject paralyzing poison or deathly poison when they bite people), and Heartbreak rage (When the user is emotionally hurt, they will have heightened strength, speed, endurance, and energy)

Weapons: A shit ton of heart themed daggers and knives (thanks ares for them btw why are very useful!) Heartbreaker (Battle axe), Heartshot (double barrel shotgun🤗🤗🤗), and Heart shaped grenades (I call them love bombs :)))

Blessings: Blessed by Ares. I have permanent super strength, high pain tolerance, and heightened reflexes. Also blessed by Apollo. Mad guitar skills both acoustic and electric and serenade voice (can serenade people with my singing)

Past relationships (aka exposing myself and my taste in people):

A dark haired himbo that cant even locate texas on a labled map 😔😔😔😅😅🥲🥲🥲

dark haired lead singer of a band that i was in😪😪🙄🥱🥱🥱🙄🙄🙄😐😐😐🫤

emo girl that used me (we dont talk about her anymore)🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮😬😬😬😶😶😶

older man that catfished me and tried to force me into marriage 🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤬🤬🤬🤬

emotionally manipulative (yet so fucking hot) emo guy (like bro he had these hot ass veiny and a bit muscular hands with RINGS like bro them hands be my new choker??? but like only aesthetically i will never date him again) 😳😳😳😳🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🥴🥴🥴🥴

my current wifey🤗🤗🤗🤭🤭🤭😊😊😊🥰🥰🥰🥰😙😙😙😙😍😍😍😘😘😘😘😻😻😻😻🫶🫶🫶🫶

Hi yes helloooo I sound like thissss

you can tell i have a thing for dark haired emos🤭🤭🤭

"You're all my heart ever talks about."

[soconfusedwithmylife]

i love subnautica but dude is it buggy as shit lmao although! its one of its charms since its funky most of the time ESPECIALLY when its not happening to you. like i had a peeper stuck in the corner of my lifepod just rotating?? and it would close its eyes when i would come close or a shine light on it and open them back up when i go away or close the light. or like when a poor spadefish or boneshark gets yeeted across the ocean for no reason. is it funny to look back on a warper coming out of the sea to you like some fucked up little mermaid or a chelicerate busting through a ventgarden to attack you? sure. but is it fucked up in the moment? NO. the latter happened to my sister while i was there to emotionally support her on her way to get alan's whateverthefucks lmao. she loves and prefers below zero majorly over the og mostly because it was the first one she played and she grew attached to it over the beta,, she hates where they ended up with the finished product. i played like half an hour of it in the beta decided it wasnt for me. i get SUPER jealous of the seamonkeys and the mineral detector tho. ayoooo rip to you consolers but im different B) pc is superior in the way it literally lets you fuck around with however you want and you bet i Will Play God whenever applicable! what else do you play? also now that we are talking about games i have to tell you. i love you and and your writing. but the feelings ive felt when i read you put him in plat............. my boy should have been at least diamond from the start im still in tears from that chapter i still havent recovered to this day how could you do my boy like this. how could you doubt his epic gamer skills and gaming time management issues like this. please explain yourself before my entire life falls apart at your feet. also me, an adc main, reading "accidentally kill the large-"

my boy was holding it in by shEEr power of love. especially after they nerfed the fuck out of adc to the point mfs will be rolling up the lane with double ap or a fucking yasuo. why is there always a fucking yasuo on enemy bot lane. and why do they all share the same zombie braincell. yone did not die for this bullshit. and to answer your question it depends on where im sending the question from lol. like on mobile there is like a 300? i think? character limit while on mobile and something similar on pc if i go to your blog site and choose ask from your theme. but here is the thing. if i go to your blog from tumblr/user instead of user.tumblr, then click ask, it literally gives me the same box as if im making a post. so no text limit whatsoever and i can freely send pics and stuff, pretty neat B)

nah i think at the end of the day doing whatever makes you the most comfortable and happy regarding the uploads is the most important! i just liked having multiple days of something nice to me ya know? not necessarily the fact that it was split. and i love them both!! the reason i call it texas touya fic is because one, when i started reading tomura was still more like on the sidelines and it kinda stuck two, it rolls of the tongue easier than texas tomura i guess? but i love them both T-T both as texans and in general! oh and dont worry ill probably bore you till you tell me to go away or something and and and! have a nice day!

I almost wish my game was as buggy as yours sounds. It sounds hilarious and game enriching. Mine doesn't like to glitch up but that probably because I played on PS4 and 5. Right after original launch of plain Subnautica, I got to the lava castle but the containment area wouldn't load so I had to start a new save. Hours down the drain.

^legit me after going through the entirety of the game again. Reapers, warpers, ghosts, and sea dragons biting chunks out of my ass all over again. But it was soooooo fun. It's one of my fave games.

OMG the backseat support gamer!!! I had one of those too for my second play through of oh Subnautica! Good on you to emotionally and psychologically hype your sister for the spookiness. I really liked below zero the first time I played it since I was just super hyped to have more Subnautica period but playing them again, you can definitely feel a substantial difference in atmosphere and replayability. Below zero just felt cramped and not as scary while Subnautica was open to terror from any direction. I totally understand your first experience being your favorite though. Whoa! You played it in the beta??? That's awesome! I'm but a lowly console peasant (until I get my PC fixed 😈) so I had to wait for console release.

OMFG DUDE. I was literally going to make him diamond II or even master BUT I didn't want a mega mind gamer in the comments to be like "erm, tomura wouldn't be diamond. It's hard to get to diamond!!11!" So I lowered his stats and you know what's CRAZY?! Me and a friend were talking about this exact issue and she brought up how he should have been at least diamond and I said the exact same story lmao. So I will go back and edit him into diamond 💀 he deserves it. The CS steal is so real 😔 so uncalled for. So unsophisticated. Okay but playing yasuo is fun, going against a yasuo is cancer. The wind shield is op. (When I'm playing against a yasuo) but sucks balls and blocks nada when I play him. (It's a zombie braincell hivemind that we all take turns with)

You're a Tumblr pro dude. 💀 I hadn't used it since 2015 so I'm still getting the hang of it (it doesn't tell me when I get notifs btw so I'm sorry for leaving you hanging for TWO WEEKS)

It legit means so much to me that you find so much joy in my writing and have stuck with it even with the long periods between updates. I appreciate you and the time you put into talking to me. It means a lot to me and you're the coolest anon I know.

Oh! And other games I play are pretty much anything 💀 I try to not get into competitive games like overwatch, Apex, or CSGO because I get EXTREMELY competitive and start screeching like a wounded animal. I used to play league religiously until my PC broke and my laptops can't run it (it can but it's like I'm either crashing or playing on PowerPoint) so I'm saving to get a new processor so I can play again! I mained ADC (jinx and Ashe, sometimes Tristana) or Annie on mid (LOL) BUT other than those, I prettyuch like anything. My fave games are Horizon Zero Dawn, Fable 2, Binding of Isaac, Assassin's Creed 2, and Minecraft! I play lots of survival games like ark, the forest, 7 days to die, and so on. I like simulation games Sims (obviously), house flipper, power wash simulator or even farming simulator 💀. You name a game, I've either played it or know about it.

They are my loves. They are my special boys and I care deeply for their fictional existence. As Texans, futuristic jerkwads, and in general.

No way will you ever bore me. If anything, I'll bore you

ANYWAY I will literally talk forever if given a chance 😬 thank you for talking to me! I'm always so excited to hear from you! I consider you a good friend at this point. How long has it been? Like 3 months? Maybe more???

[giselle-archive]

"I did learn some stuff, you know? It's just hard to concentrate when you look like that and sound like you do when you're speaking Spanish. Not to mention that you used to distract me during those lessons, so it's your fault I don't know more." Giselle deflected, though in reality, it was 50/50 considering that it was her mind that turned to slush whenever Santana said anything in Spanish. "I was, and still am, more interested in you than the language, but I still had Duolingo on my phone, and Texas does have a lot of Spanish-speaking people, so it came in handy sometimes." She didn't feel the need to point out that she did eventually stop the Duolingo lessons as she tried to shut out everything that reminded her of the Latina or their relationship. They were past it now, so bringing attention to that chapter of her life seemed unnecessary. She nodded at the confession, knowing all too well how that felt. "That doesn't entirely surprise me, but I'm glad. Maybe I'll annoy you less this time around with all of my quirks." She joked, and she was positive that she wouldn't. While she would have predicted that she'd be recoiling as they went head over heels into their feelings and all of this deep shit, her anxiety wasn't quite flaring as much anymore, and she was starting to feel a little bit more at ease the more Santana spoke. Biting her lip as she decided against interrupting the other woman, she let her words sink in, silently accepting the severity of this hold they had on one another. A three-year separation obviously hadn't diminished their bond, even if it were a tad bit different now that they'd both changed over the years. "You've always been worth it, baby. But we both deserve to be happy." Giselle stated, and if they were truly doing this again, she'd make sure that they put in the effort to not fuck it up this time. Santana being bossy and telling her what she'd be doing as opposed to asking still turned her on, so she nodded in agreement. "I thought pendejo was Spanish for stupid? Whatever, you don't have to sleep on the floor tonight, and I won't say no to staying over when we get home." She stated and laughed, as if she hadn't already planned on making herself comfortable at Santana's apartment once they got back.

Taking another sip of champagne, Giselle was starting to feel a lot more bubbly. Would she publicly admit that she'd needed booze to get her head out of her ass and accept how she felt about Santana or their relationship in general? But she was sure that the other woman knew it all too well, but it was working in their favor so she saw it as a bonus. As she sensed the hesitation in Santana's tone when she spoke again, she knew this was headed in a direction that could put a damper on their booze cruise. Luckily it was being tabled for now, and that was perfectly fine with her. "I have ideas about what you're referring to, and if you want, we have all day Monday to lay in your bed and dissect every single one of your insecurities. And if this is about me flirting with other women, I swear I'll try not to. It's all harmless on my end, and half of the time I don't even consider it flirting or realize that's what it appears to be, but I know how it makes you feel so I'll work on it." Giselle promised, and while it wouldn't happen overnight, she would try to be mindful of her interactions with other women going forward. It wouldn't be very hard to do if Santana kept toying with her like this, and she rolled her eyes at the reaction to her outburst. "I'm sexually frustrated, what the hell do you expect?" She huffed, though it probably came out as more of a whine, not that she cared either way. The next suggestion was one she was immediately ready to jump at, and she was so turned on that she truly couldn't tell if it was a joke or not. "You're lucky I don't have anything with me to cover our faces, or else your ass would be spread across the table right now, even with an audience."

Giselle only cared about the other annoying people around them because she didn't need to end up on TMZ with her face being plastered all over the internet for public indecency, and that was the only reason why she was concerned with changing topics and honing in on actual food. "Avocado is still disgusting, but why do you need that with seafood?" She would never understand the craze for avocado, nor would she ever get into herself, but it didn't stop her from teasing Santana about it. She didn't even need to look at the menu herself as options were being called out to her. "I don't care really. We can do fish tacos, just no gross green shit for me." She quickly commented before sipping on more of her champagne. "By the way, when we're ready, you're telling my mom about us, and preferably when I'm nowhere nearby. I already got interrogated when I told her how I came into possession of Coco, so you're getting grilled about us this time around." She could already imagine the earful her mom was about to unleash, and since the woman loved Santana so much, she could drop it all on her.

"I see your Spanish has improved," the Latina noted. Her lessons in high school were...less educational and more hands-on back then, so it was truly a miracle Giselle had retained anything from that time. "I figured you would've stopped trying to learn it after we broke up. You always seemed more interested in me rather than the language anyway." She couldn't fault her ex for detaching from everything surrounding their relationship, but letting go hadn't been as easy for her as one might think. Santana couldn't even spend a night in her old bedroom without being flooded with memories. Mostly because she'd never had the heart to send any of Giselle's things back to her after she'd left, so it'd really been her own undoing. "I know I still catch myself unconsciously doing things that remind me of you," she admitted, twirling the empty glass of champagne between her fingers as she contemplated everything. She'd wanted to fix things between them for so long, the fact it was finally happening felt a bit surreal. Santana didn't want to do anything to fuck it up, and the thought that she would terrified her more than it probably should have. "I do trust you with my heart, it's not that. It's just...it's never belonged to anyone else. I'm not used to someone having the kind of hold on me that you do. I guess I was worried you'd decide I wasn't worth it." She knew another rejection would close her heart off from ever trusting someone again. Santana was just looking out for herself in case Giselle changed her mind. "I'm glad to hear you trust me, though. At the end of the day, all I want is for you to be happy." It felt like she'd said that a hundred times, but everything she'd done truly had been with the best intentions in mind. Even in Santana's own weird way, she showed she cared. "I believe the word you're looking for is pendejo, at least in Mexico, but there's a bunch of words for it," she said with a smirk. "I'll sleep on the floor, I don't mind. But you're crazy if you think with no class on Monday that there's any chance I'm letting you out of my bed."

Happily accepting the refill to her champagne glass, Santana continued to listen as she tried her best to process everything. It excited her that Giselle wanted to get back together, but she also knew it'd been three years since her ex had been in a relationship, so she couldn't help but question what her emotional availability was. For anyone, Santana would be a lot to handle. It helped that they'd dated in the past, but jumping back in with someone as needy and possessive as her had to give any sane person pause. The Latina was every clingy girlfriend x1000. "I just want to make sure we're both on the same page before rushing headfirst into this, which is unlike me, I know," she admitted. She supposed they both had the therapy to thank for that. "I'm not expecting you to change, but there are certain things I'm insecure about that we'll need to address. We don't have to get into all of it here because I'm sure you already know what I'm talking about." The last thing she wanted was for their newfound relationship to start off on a sour note, which meant they needed to have those uncomfortable conversations. Without boundaries, this whole thing would fall apart. "Please keep your voice down," she said in a lax tone, almost in annoyance, as Giselle nearly fell out of her chair at the sudden contact. "Unless you want to cause a scene. In that case, we could just fuck right here." The look on her face proved she was only teasing, but her tone couldn't be farther from innocent. She was dead serious, and her ex of all people should know that when Santana got like this, there was really no stopping her.

"I'm not sure if you've noticed, but there's not a lot of privacy anywhere," she stated, throwing her hands up to emphasize the amount of people with eyes on them. Santana wished she'd just booked a private yacht instead, but she thought this would be more romantic. She hadn't expected their conversation to go like this, or to be this turned on, so now she was regretting her decision. "Fine, but I'm getting an extra side of avocado with whatever we order," she said, displeased that Giselle seemingly got a kick out of torturing her. She slipped her foot back into the heel of her shoe and sighed, picking up her menu to browse all of the options. "Something about oysters in Mexico sounds like a bad idea, so we're definitely not doing that. Fish tacos do sound good though. What are you in the mood for?" Santana had actually worked up an appetite walking around the streets of Cancun all day, so maybe a break from the flirting to eat some first class Mexican cuisine wasn't such a bad idea. They could work their way back around to the sex talk at another time. She'd make sure of that.

[choke-me-joey]

Matching Tattoos Part II

Read Part I here

Eddie Munson x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, smutty smutty smut smut, just porn with a little bit of plot, oral (f receiving), squirting, unprotected sex (kinda), creampie, these two are adorable as fuck, less tattoos more fuckin', fluffy throughout, idiots in love, (will format later cos on a phone it's a pain in the ass)

It had been a week since the tattoo incident. And the blowjob incident. And the whole "You get to keep me" thing.

And both you and Eddie were on Cloud 9.

It was impossible to miss, not only because you were all over each other, but even when you were across the room from each other, you couldn't stop sneaking glances and smiles.

"God, you're both gross." Robin groans, rolling her eyes as you lean over the counter of the video store to smile at Eddie as he browses the horror section waiting for you to finish your shift the following Friday night. Steve yanks you back by the waist of your jeans.

"Agreed. Can you stop making googly eyes at your boyfriend for 5 minutes, Y/N? The rom com section needs reorganising." He grumbles, sitting down and stuffing a Twizzler in his mouth.

"And you can't do it because...?" You snip, folding your arms over your chest and looking him up and down.

He gestures to himself as if to say "duh!" and you kick his chair.

"Oh come on Steve, it's her big night tonight, let the girl relax a little." smirks Robin and you glance at her, wide eyed, making short choppy motions over your neck in an attempt get her to shut the fuck up.

"Seriously?! Jeez, I thought you and Munson were already banging, didn't know you were waiting. What's the special occasion?" Steve asks through a mouthful of candy. Robin scoffs and shoves him.

"It's a Friday night and Eddie's uncle is working a double tonight meaning we can be uninterrupted." You shrug. "Not all of us bang on the first date, Steve."

"No, some of us just suck di-"

"What's up Harrington, Buckley?" Eddie grins, meandering over to the counter with a few tapes in his hands. He grins at you, placing the tapes down onto the counter. "Hey, babe."

"Babe?!" Robin and Steve audibly gag as you and Eddie share a simple, sweet kiss. Without breaking the kiss, you flip your friends off.

"So gross." complains Steve as you and Eddie break apart, grinning like fools. "Do you have to rub your new perfect relationship in the faces of the painfully single?"

"What's the matter, Harrington? Jealous that the freak of Hawkins has a smokin' hot babe and you don't?" Eddie teases. "Don't worry, big boy, we'll hook you up with someone."

"Fuck off." Steve grumbles. He looks at you. "You know your shift doesn't end for another 3 hours, and the rom com section still needs reorganising."

"Ugh fine, let me check Eddie out first." You huff, turning to your stupidly handsome boyfriend.

"Didn't you do that enough whilst I was perusing, babe?" He smirks.

"Not enough if you ask me." You deliberately run your eyes over him slowly, biting your lip.

"Fuck, I can't wait for tonight." Eddie groans to you quietly, reaching for your hand and squeezing it.

"Me neither." You whisper, squeezing back. You shuffle through the tapes. "Did you pick out some decent movies we won't be watching?"

"Only the best babe, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw, A Nightmare on Elm Street and The Thing. Classics that I know you've seen so you won't be too mad about missing parts."

"You're the best." You grin, pecking his lips again before proceeding to check him out. In the professional sense.

And a little bit more in the non-professional sense.

"Thanks, sweetheart. I'll pick you up at 7, okay?"

"Sounds perfect, stud."

*

7pm rolls around and you can't clock out quick enough, barely garbling out a goodbye to Steve and Robin.

"Use protection!" Robin calls, and you flip her off before you're out the door and diving into Eddie's van.

Your boyfriend chuckles at your eagerness as he leans over the console to kiss you.

"There's my pretty baby, how was the rest of your shift?"

"Excruciating, agony, torture."

"Sounds like a good time." Eddie grins, pulling out of the strip mall parking lot and beginning the 10 minute drive to his trailer. His hand leaves the gearstick and finds your thigh, resting on it. "I missed you, sweetheart."

"I missed you too," you smile, squeezing his hand. "Get up to anything good whilst I was gone?"

"You'll see," Eddie smirks, linking his fingers through yours and bringing your hair to his lips and kissing it.

When you pull up to the trailer, Eddie insists on opening your door for you, helping you out of the van and even holding the trailer door open with a little bow and a "m'lady". You laugh, curtseying and replying "kind sir" before stepping into the trailer.

You stop in your tracks. The trailer is the cleanest you'd ever seen it in all the years of knowing Eddie and his uncle. There isn't an ash tray, beer bottle or empty coffee cup to be seen. On the counter there's a small bunch of flowers in a mason jar full of water - you noted that they looked extremely similar to the wildflowers you'd been admiring on yours and Eddie's 'special smoking walk' you'd taken last weekend. And instead of the usual 'Munson' scent that hits you, you get a waft of...crisp apple?

"Eddie did you...did you light a candle? Did you buy a candle??"

"I may have." Eddie leans against the cabinets with his arms folded across his chest, smiling. "Had to make an effort for you, princess."

"You absolutely did not, but I'm appreciative nonetheless. Does the cleanliness extend to your bedroom, or...?"

"Already wanting to take this to the bedroom, huh?" He smirks, letting you drag him by the hand down the small hallway. You open his bedroom door, gasping at the sight in front of you. Eddie stands behind you, arms wrapped around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder as you take it all in.

Eddie's room was SPOTLESS. Every single piece of clothing was picked up off the floor and in the laundry hamper, the tops of his dressers and bedside table were immaculate, the bedsheets were...Holy shit, they were new. And he actually had two pillows laid out instead of one deformed lump in the middle of his bed. And an actual comforter.

"Holy shit." You breathe out a laugh of disbelief, and Eddie chuckles into your shoulder, peppering kisses over it and up your neck to your cheek. "You have been busy."

"Wanted to make tonight special." Eddie mumbles against your skin, making you hum softly.

"You didn't need to, babe. I'd fuck you in the back of your van parked up on the side of the road. I don't care where we are as long as we're together."

Eddie's eyes widen. "We are going to have to explore that at a later time. For now though..." he spins you around in his arms and walks you backwards until the backs of your knees hit his bed, causing you to fall down. He kicks the door shut behind him and presses play on his tape deck, Home Sweet Home by Motley Crüe starting up.

You sit on the bed giggling as Eddie begins to serenade you along with Vince Neil.

"...take me to your heart, feel me in your bones, just one more night, and I'm coming off this long and winding road" Eddie croons, slowly walking over to you and standing in front of you. "I'm on my way, I'm on my way, home sweet home, tonight- woah!"

You interrupt him by pulling him by his belt loops closer to you, he loses his balance and falls on top of you, both of you laughing like idiots. Eddie pushes himself up onto his arms, smiling down at you.

"What?" You smile, feeling a blush creep over your cheeks. He reaches and brushes some hair away from your face.

"Nothing, you're just...really fucking beautiful." He says softly. You pout at how cute he is, reaching up to kiss his lips.

"So are you." You reply, and he scoffs playfully. "Eddie?"

"Hmm?"

"Kiss me."

He does, kissing you slowly and deep. You moan as his tongue finds its way into your mouth, revelling in the taste of him. The kisses get deeper, wetter, nastier and your bodies start to grind against one another as you paw at each other.

"What-what about the movies?" Eddie pants into your mouth as you tug at the hem of his shirt, trying to get it off.

"Fuck the movies, seen 'em before anyway." You tug harder at this shirt. "Off."

"Yes ma'am." Eddie chuckles, sitting up and stripping off his shirt. Yours quickly follows, as well as both of your jeans, leaving you in your underwear. You bite your lip at the sight of Eddie's cock straining against his plaid boxers. You both scooch further up the bed, Eddie lying you down on the new, plump pillows, before laying his body against yours once more, his mouth finding yours again.

You rock your hips experimentally against his, the thin material of your underwear and his not doing much to dull the sensation. Eddie moans loudly into your mouth. Your pussy clenches at the sound, his moans were something you'd missed since last weekend, but had definitely replayed in your head when you'd fucked yourself with your fingers throughout the week.

"Easy, princess, you keep doing that and I'm gonna need a breather." Eddie mumbles, trailing his lips over your jaw and neck, sucking gently on your collarbone. "Besides..." he pings your bra strap. "I'm dyin' to get this off you."

You laugh, unclasping your bra and allowing your breasts to spill free.

Eddie curses, his eyes going straight to your tits. He cups them in his hands, thumbs ghosting over your nipples.

"Hello, ladies." He mumbles and your laugh is quickly replaced by a gasp as Eddie leans down and licks over your nipple, wrapping his lips around it and sucking. You whine, the flicks of his tongue sending spikes of arousal straight to your cunt. "Fuck, your tits are perfect." Eddie breathes against your skin, leaving a damp trail across your chest as he moves to the other one, rolling your neglected nipple between his fingers. He gives you a little pinch, making you cry out in pleasure.

"Eddie, please!" You whimper, desperately trying to grind your clothed pussy against his cock, needing any sort of friction to ease the ache between your legs.

"Ah, ah, ah, baby, calm down. I'll take care of you, okay? Just enjoying myself right now. And I know you are too, can feel you soaking through those pretty little panties already." You make another pathetic whining noise. "I didn't peg you for a whiner, baby, it's pretty hot how desperate you are for me right now. Makes a change from all that sass you normally give me."

"Eddie, I swear to God-"

Eddie cups your pussy over your underwear, making you promptly shut up. He smirks, teasing you by gently running his fingers over your covered slit.

"Oh, baby, these panties are definitely ruined now. Guess I'll just have to keep them. You're soaked...is this all for me?"

"All for you, Eds," you gasp as he ghosts over your swollen clit. Your hips buck. "Please, Eddie, hurts."

"Aw, it hurts? Well, I can't have my baby in pain, now can I? Especially not after she did such a good job of taking care of me last weekend." Eddie practically rips off your underwear, his eyes travelling over your fully naked body for the first time. "Holy shit, baby...you're blowing my mind with how sexy you are. Hiding this body from me...should be a federal crime." He kisses you again, soft and sweet, then moves downward, pecking at your neck, shoulders, collarbones, inbetween your breasts and down onto your stomach. He chuckles as he kisses around your still healing tattoo. "Nice ink, toots."

"Thanks, some DnD nerd gave it to m-E!" Your sarky response quickly turns into a high pitched moan as Eddie nips your inner thigh.

"Some DnD nerd, huh? Would it be the same DnD nerd who's currently looking at the prettiest fucking pussy he's ever seen? Look at her baby, she's fucking drooling for me. Wonder if she tastes as sweet as she looks?"

Your hands ball into fists, twisting the comforter in your grip as Eddie licks a fat strip from your hole to your clit, leaving a trail of spit as he goes. You look down at the same second as he looks up at you, his eyes practically black with lust. The sight of him between your legs, your juices on his mouth is almost enough to send you over the edge as it is. Eddie grins at you again. "Even sweeter than she looks, baby."

You collapse back onto the pillows as Eddie dives face first into your pussy, tongue flicking and licking at your clit as he eats you like a man starved. He moans into you as you cry out his name, one of your hands reaching for his hair.

Without moving his mouth from your clit, he flicks his eyes up to you, holding up two of his fingers to your mouth. You open your mouth, sucking on his fingers as if they were his dick, hollowing out your cheeks and getting them as wet as possible (not that you needed any more lubrication, Eddie just had a thing for any part of him in your mouth). Once he's satisfied that you have them as wet as possible, he removes them from your mouth and wastes no time pushing them inside your aching cunt.

Your back arches upwards as you gasp out his name, his thick fingers filling you and his skilled tongue on your sensitive bundle of nerves making your eyes roll back in your skull. When he crooks his fingers up and strokes over that spongy spot on your walls, your thighs clamp around his head and he smirks against you, knowing he's definitely found the right spot.

"Eddie, fuck, don't stop, gunna make me cum," you whine. He sucks on your clit, his eyes on you and he strokes and strokes - "Oh my god, Eddie! Yes, baby, I'm cumming!"

A string of expletives leaves your lips, along with his name in a shriek as you cream on his face, your thighs shaking. He doesn't relent, finger fucking you through your orgasm and when you try to pull away when things become too sensitive, his other free hand pins your hips down to the bed. You're moaning uncontrollably, almost weeping with pleasure, the stimulation too much. "Eddie, I cant-"

His head suddenly pulls away from you and your hips try to chase his mouth. "You want me to fuck you?"

"W-what?" You ask, breathless and still a bit dumb from how hard your previous orgasm had hit you. "Y-yes, I want you to fuck me-"

"Then give me another." Eddie spanks your clit, making you squeal. "I know you've got one in there for me princess, cum again for me and I'll fuck you, okay?"

"Okay, okay," you sob, nodding. You almost choke as Eddie attaches his lips back to your clit and his fingers start fucking you again. The rate at which your orgasm builds up again is alarming; it's different. "Eddie, wait, wait, wait-"

He does anything but wait, in fact he pushes his fingers against your spot harder, and moves his tongue quicker. You feel it hit you, a white hot wave of pleasure and you definitely feel something shoot out of you. Eddie groans loudly, the lewd squelching noises filling the room as your body shakes.

You squirted. You fucking squirted. Something you'd only ever seen on those nasty pornos that Harrington lent Eddie from time to time. Something you didn't think you could actually do. And Eddie made you do it.

Eddie slows his movements down, removing his fingers from your twitching cunt and sucking them clean. His chin and neck are drenched with you and it's the sexiest thing you've ever seen.

"Still with me, angel?" He asks softly, pulling himself up over you again. You notice the wet patch on the front of his boxers has doubled in size since he went down on you.

"Where the fuck did you learn that?!" You manage to gasp out and Eddie chuckles.

"Natural talent baby. And Harrington's pornos he sneaks home from the video store. Not just for jerking off to, ya know, there's some educational shit in there too."

"Ugh, forget I asked." You mumble in disgust. Eddie laughs, but soon stops when you palm the front of his boxers, squeezing his cock. "I want this now, please, you promised."

"I did, didn't I baby?" Eddie reaches over into his bedside drawer for the box of rubbers he had in there. You slap his hand away and he looks at you in confusion.

"No condom, wanna feel you, Eds."

"Fuck, sweetheart, you can't say shit like that to me." Eddie groans. "You're on the pill, right?"

"No, Eddie, I'm willing to risk pregnancy to satisfy a breeding kink." You quip, rolling your eyes.

"You're lucky I love you so damn much, baby. Wouldn't let just anyone talk back to me like you do." Eddie mock huffs, shutting his drawer. You freeze. He then realises what he's said, and screws his eyes shut, dropping his head down. "Shit."

"You...love me?" You whisper, unable to stop the stupid grin spreading across your face. Eddie buries his face into your neck, groaning in embarrassment. "Eddie." You place your hands either side of his flushed face and make him look at you. "I love you too."

He opens his eyes and looks at you, his face softening.

"You do?"

"So damn much." You echo his words from seconds earlier. He grins, kissing you hard. You both manage to peel off his boxers and he grinds his cock against your wet pussy lips, teasingly dipping the head into your hole and pulling out. "Eddieee..."

"Say it again." He whispers against your lips, taking a hold of himself and lining his cock up with your hole.

"I love you." You whisper. "I love you."

"I love you, too." He replies, pushing his cock into you slowly. The stretch makes you shiver; he's definitely thicker and longer than anyone you'd ever been with. "Fuck, sweetheart, you're so...so fucking tight."

"Mm, Eddie, s'big," you mewl beneath him, nails biting into his shoulder blades.

"I know angel, but you're taking me so well. God, you look perfect right now."

You kiss him in response, moaning against him as he eventually bottoms out, his thick mushroom head already prodding your cervix. He starts to move slowly, pulling away from your mouth to look deep into your eyes. "So fucking beautiful."

"You too."

Eddie starts to move quicker, never taking his eyes from yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper and the new angle making you cry out his name. This only spurs him on, his cock delving deeper and deeper into your pussy, the bed beginning to rock back and forth with his movements. Your moans fill the small room, along with Eddie's grunts and whispered praises to you.

"S'fucking good, baby, your pussy is fucking heaven, my beautiful baby, I love you, I love you."

"Eddie, I'm gonna cum again," you breathe out; his pelvis dragging over your clit had started building up another mind blowing orgasm.

"Yeah? Do it baby, wanna feel you cum for me, right on my cock, yeah?" Eddie's short of breath now, you can tell he's holding off his own orgasm just to feel yours first. "Oh shit, sweetheart, please, you're so fucking tight, gonna make me cum-"

"Cum with me, Eddie, fill me up-"

"Christ, I'm gonna cum, fuck, fuck-"

Eddie pushes his cock in to the hilt just as the coil in your belly snaps and you cum around him, both of you groaning out each other's names. His cock twitching inside you and the feel of his hot load filling you makes you sob in pleasure. He finds your mouth with his own, staying inside you for as long as he can, neither one of you wanting to break the connection just yet.

Eventually, his cock slips from you and you both let out mournful sighs. He rolls off of you, onto his back next to you.

"Holy shit." He pants, pushing his damp hair out of his eyes. "Holy fucking shit. Baby...that was-"

"The best sex you've ever had?" You grin, a teasing lilt to your voice. "Me too."

"Shit, yeah, you've ruined me for other women now." Eddie grins as you both roll on to your sides, looking at each other. You giggle, your fingers ghosting over the nearly healed tattoo on his hip.

"Baby, I've left my mark on you, no way other women are having you now."

He mimics you, gently touching the bat inked onto your skin.

"Guess matching tattoos were a good idea then."

Taglist for those who wanted a part 2:

@certain-tragedies @teary-eyed-egg @lulukings92 @elyssa-writes @spear-bearing-bi-witch @littlestarfighter03 @ooo-protean-ooo @wintermunsonreads @witchofhawkins @johntuckermustdie

[juneberrie]

when stars bleed — s. curtis

ʚ 𖦹₊˚ 🌕 ﾟ. sodapop curtis x gn!matthews!reader

author's note — ꩜ this is a repost from my old blog ♡ divider by @/benkeibear

word count — ☆ 0.7k

warnings — ✦ fighting, angst, cursing

"hey, soda," i say, rubbing his back. we've been working on pony and johnny's missing posters for the past two hours. darry's on the phone trying to get any information on where his younger brother disappeared to.

"mm. hey y/n."

"maybe you should take a break, honey," i try, gently taking the pen from his shaking hands. he snatches it back and scratches pony's name on yet another paper.

"soda, please—"

"no, y/n. i won't stop until we find him." his voice cracks. tears falling onto the paper.

"soda, honey, im trying to help..."

"Well, you're not," soda snaps, continuing to write as much information on the missing posters.

"i'm trying to help," i repeat. "two-bit said—"

"two-bit doesn't know shit!" soda yells. darry stands in the kitchen, solemn as he watches us two argue. "no way in hells keith motherfucking mathews knows where ponyboy and johnny went."

he gets up and slams his hands down on the table. "sometimes you're real thick, aren't ya, sweetie?" he scoffs. "two wouldn't know tulsa from texas if he stood at the border."

"hey, don't you insult my brother, sodapop curtis." i point a trembling finger at him. tears well up in my eyes.

"well, maybe you shouldn't 'help' me find mine," he bites back. "you're just distracting me, matthews. pony is the most important thing in my life okay?" his voice cracks. "he's my best friend."

"i know, and i'm your lover. i just want to hel—"

"no! you're not helping, bitch," he screams.

silence as he realizes what he just called me.

"n/n, i'm sor—"

i walk right up to his movie-star handsome ass and shove him onto the couch. "i'm a bitch now? jeez, thanks. we're fucking done, sodapop."

"wait— babe—"

i throw his flannel out onto the coffee table as i walk out of the curtis house. soda doesn't follow.

tears slip down my cheeks, and more well up inside to replace the fallen ones. i look up at the stars; they bleed light, blurred by the sadness.

—three weeks later.

molly needs someone to take her to the park and i have homework, so i sigh and push myself up off the kitchen bar stool. "c'mon, molls."

"where are we goin'?" my younger sister asks, grabbing my hand as we exit our house.

for the first time since the bitch incident, i knock on the door to the curtis house.

pony opens up and launches himself at me in a hug.

"oh, fuck, pony! you're back!" i say, dropping molly's hand. she giggles and repeats, "fuck!"

"no- molly-" i say, realizing my mistake as she runs inside the house and into two's lap.

"hey, molls," he laughs. "hey, y/n."

"hey... y/n.."

fucking hell. of course i had to run into soda. i thought he'd be working.

"sodapop." i nod. "two, molls wants to go to the park, and i have homework."

two nods, letting molly eat a piece of chocolate cake off the plate in front of him as the two watch some cartoon.

"i'll take her in a few," he replies.

"hey, n/n, can i talk to you?" soda asks quietly.

"i- fine." i follow him back to his room, where we spent so many nights curled up together under a blanket, laughing and smiling.

neither of us are smiling now.

as he shuts the door, he starts to sniffle and pulls me into a bone-crushing hug. "im sorry, im so sorry," he cries.

fuck. wrapping my arms around him tighter, i feel the tears that made the stars bleed well up again. "i love you, soda. i'm sorry."

"what're you sorry for," he laughs, pulling away and wiping his tears away. his hand flies to my face and his thumbs wipe under my eyes.

"you know," i chide, grinning.

"cuddle?" he asks, leading me over to his bed.

"thought you'd never ask, honey."

"so wait are we dating again or . . . ?"

i kiss him. "does that answer your question?"

he ponders the thought for a moment before going, "hmm. not sure. the results were inconclusive, so maybe we should conduct a few more experiments," he smiles. i laugh as i push my lips against his.

that night, as he walks me home, i look up at the stars.

they aren't bleeding anymore.