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bellaxgiornata · 1 year ago

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Don't Walk Away [1/2]

Pairing: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader Word Count: 5.7k [Part Two]

Summary: Frank is a good man–you learned that the day he brought your dog Lucky into your life. The two of you soon began a relationship afterwards, one that was rather unconventional with how often Frank was always on the road. But one night when he's back, you're hit with the realization that you're in love with him. Noticing your nerves, Frank eventually pulls the truth out of you–and then you're left confused and heartbroken when you wake up to find him gone the next morning.

Warnings: 18+; Angst with a happy ending (in part two), emotional hurt/comfort, smut (in part two), love confession

a/n: This was going to be a one part thing but I wanted to give this story everything I needed to which meant it was growing into something bigger. So there will be a part two coming that has the happy ending and smut. For now, this is angst. Enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!

Humming absently to yourself, you sealed the lid on the tupperware container of the leftover pasta you’d made for dinner. A crisp breeze made its way through the open windows in your kitchen, that comforting and familiar scent of autumn soon approaching wafting inside and filling your house. You loved this time of year when the nights finally cooled off and you didn’t have beads of sweat rolling down your back from the scorching heat of the day. There was something serene and calming about having your windows open at night, the sounds of the crickets outside a peaceful background to your evenings.

As you made your way over to the refrigerator, you heard the sound of a car rolling to a stop somewhere along the street out front, the noise louder than usual with your windows wide open. You saw Lucky raise her head from off the kitchen floor, perking up at the noise as you opened the refrigerator door and placed the container of leftover pasta inside. Lucky let out a soft whine from the floor next, your attention fully turning down towards your dog as you shut the fridge.

“It’s just a car, girl,” you told her. “Nothing to be worried about.”

Making your way towards your dishwasher, you pulled the door open and slid out the bottom rack. Turning, you began pulling the dirty pots and bowls out of the sink from this evening and setting them one by one inside of the dishwasher. The loud thud of a car door closing outside rang out through your kitchen and Lucky jumped up from the floor. You paused, half-bent over the dishwasher as your focus shifted to her. She was standing perfectly at attention facing the living room, her entire body absolutely still except for her cropped tail. It was doing that hopeful, eager wag she would get where her tail would wag exactly three times before it stopped for a couple of seconds only to wag three more times.

And she only ever acted like this when she noticed Frank was back.

“Is your daddy here?” you asked Lucky.

Her head turned back towards you, a happy glint in her eyes. You couldn’t contain your own excitement either, a large grin slipping onto your lips as you slid the dishrack back before closing the dishwasher door. Heading to the sink, you washed your hands, your smile only growing when you heard Lucky softly whining in barely contained joy.

By the time you were drying your hands on the kitchen towel, you heard a knock coming from the front door. Lucky bolted off towards it immediately, her excited barks loudly echoing through your previously quiet house. Making your way out of your kitchen and to the living room after her, you could hear Frank’s laughter coming through the open windows. The warm, resonate sound of it had you picking up your pace as you headed to the front door. It had been awhile since Frank had last stopped by and you'd certainly missed him.

Unlocking the door, you hurriedly pulled it open to reveal Frank Castle standing on your doorstep–or Pete Castiglione as everyone else in the world knew him as. But you had come to know him for exactly who he was shortly after the night you met him eight months ago now.

He was the one who’d brought Lucky into the animal hospital you’d been working at late at night. She’d been in terrible shape, barely holding on from the abuse she had clearly suffered from, and she had been covered in injuries from what appeared to be dog fights. He’d been in a panic about her, begging you to do whatever you could to save her that night when he’d barged in through the front doors carrying her limp body in his arms. Frank had barely left the animal hospital’s parking lot for the entire week she’d been in your care. He had always been checking in on her, asking if there was anything he could do.

It wasn’t long before you’d looked into who he was, curious about the man who cared so much about an abused dog that supposedly wasn’t his dog–and then you’d managed to uncover his past. You’d been a bit wary of him at first, but Frank had only ever been kind and respectful to you and your colleagues. It was clear he had a big heart judging by how much he cared for the dog he’d rescued and couldn’t seem to let go of. Though when she was finally ready to go home and recover, you’d expected he would want to take her with him, but he’d surprised you when he had told you that he couldn’t. He was apparently living on the road for now, traveling from state to state without a real home, trying to find where he belonged. He had stayed only long enough to make sure she was healed and safe before he left.

You had ended up taking her in and naming her Lucky–because she was lucky Frank had been the one to find her and rescue her that night. But you’d also referred to her as your good luck charm because two weeks later, Frank had returned to the animal hospital you worked at and was asking about her. When he learned you’d been the one to give her a home, he’d asked if he could see her again. It was Lucky who had ultimately brought you and Frank together; she was the reason the pair of you had eventually fallen into the unconventional relationship you’d had for months now while Frank continued to live his life on the road trying to find himself–though you always wondered if he was really just punishing himself.

Pulling the screen door open, Frank stepped inside with a broad smile spread wide across his face, his warm brown eyes focused on you. The sight of him had your heart feeling ready to burst, a large smile spreading onto your own lips in return. Lucky quickly began excitedly hopping around by Frank’s legs, demanding attention as happy barks flew out of her one after another. She only quieted when he'd finally tore his eyes from you and focused his attention on her.

“Hey girl,” Frank greeted Lucky. “You missed me, did ya?”

He took two steps inside before swiftly dropping down to his knees on the floor beside her. Lucky was quick to bombard him in a series of kisses straight away, only further encouraged by his large hands scratching behind her ears. Laughing lightly at the pair of them, you closed the front door and locked it before turning and leaning against it, watching the both of them with that smile lingering on your lips. Lucky’s entire lower half wiggled back and forth in delight as Frank continued to enthusiastically scratch behind her ears, muttering sweet words of praise to her. The reunions between the two of them had always went like this whenever Frank showed back up at your place, and it always warmed your heart to watch them together.

It was a few minutes before Lucky finally calmed, lowering to sit on her haunches in front of Frank with her tongue happily hanging out of her mouth looking as if she was smiling herself. Frank glanced up at you, one hand still absently petting Lucky as he directed that broad smile still on his face at you. The sight of it had your heart almost skipping a beat–it had been two weeks since you'd last had the opportunity to see that smile in person.

His attention not leaving you, he slipped his duffle bag from off his shoulder and dropped it to the floor by his feet. “How’s my favorite girl?” he asked.

“Feeling a little left out of this reunion,” you teased.

“Well I can’t have that now can I?” he mused.

He gave Lucky two more pats on her head before he rose back up to his feet, eyeing you with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he slowly sauntered towards you. You quirked a brow at him, the corner of your lips curving even higher upwards. The moment he was within reach, his hands were on your hips. You could feel the warmth of them seeping past the thin fabric of your sweatpants, his fingers firmly gripping you in an almost possessive way. He stepped in closer to you, closing the distance between you both as his face hovered just before yours. Your own hands rose up, landing on his chest just over his dark jacket. Your eyes locked onto his brown ones, spotting that familiar light in them they always had when he was with you. Though every time he said goodbye to you before heading out to his truck, ready to get back on the road again, you swore you saw that light extinguish behind his eyes.

“What about you, beautiful?” Frank asked, his voice a gentle rumble in your ears as he cocked his head to the side. “Did you miss me?”

“I always miss you when you’re gone, Frank,” you assured him, hands snaking their way up his solid chest until you could wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him in closer to you. “And I’m always happy to see you.”

“Is that right?” he murmured.

Frank lowered his forehead to rest against yours, his eyes closing. Yours closed seconds later, your tongue slipping out to wet your lips in anticipation of your greeting from him. He was so close to you that his lips brushed yours when he spoke next.

“How much did ya miss me?” he asked.

Without hesitation, your arms pulled him in the rest of the way to you as you tilted your face up, capturing his lips with your own. It surprised you that his lips were always so soft every single time you kissed him because everything about Frank usually screamed the opposite of soft. And right now those lips of his were moving so deliberate and slow against yours over and over again, the feel of them finally back on yours making you suddenly breathless. You quickly found yourself getting lost in him, your body melting into his as he pressed you further back into the front door. The scent of leather and gasoline and smoke filled your nose as your mind went blank to everything else but him. Frank took another step into you, his hands sensually sliding their way down your hips and around towards your ass as he kissed you exactly like a man who'd been gone for two weeks would.

Kissing Frank for you was vastly different than kissing anyone else you ever had before. With Frank, every kiss and every touch from him always felt full of passion and something more . Something more than just lust and desire and the urge to scratch an itch. You’d never experienced that with anyone else but him, and you’d always been left wondering what that had meant.

When you felt Frank’s tongue drag its way along your lower lip so painfully slow and purposeful, you couldn't resist the faint moan that fell out of your mouth. Frank swallowed down the sound before he squeezed your ass in his large hands. Then he pulled away from you just a bit, chuckling at the whine you emitted in protest.

"Much as I'd love to continue this, beautiful," Frank murmured, pausing to place a sweet kiss back to your lips, "It's been hours since I ate. Been drivin' all day trying to get back to you before you went to bed. D’ya mind if we catch up while I eat?"

Your right hand withdrew from its place around his neck, gradually making its way towards his face where you began to affectionately stroke his stubbled cheek. Frank’s eyes crinkled at the corners as you did. It was a moment before you answered, just enjoying the slight rasp of his beard against your fingertips, content that he was here again. Though you loved the slightly outgrown beard he always showed up with, clearly not having had a chance to shave in a few days each time you saw him again.

"Only if you don't eat that packaged shit in your bag," you replied, gesturing your head at his duffle bag with a grimace. "I just finished dinner a bit ago, I can reheat you some of the pasta I made."

Frank's smile widened further, his hands gripping your ass firmly again. "You're too good to me, sweetheart," he told you.

"Well somebody needs to make sure you're eating more than tuna fish from a bag and beef jerky," you shot back, nails playfully scratching along his jawline. "I need to make sure you're not malnourished out there on the road."

"Oh do you now?" he asked, his hands releasing you.

"Mhmm,” you hummed out as Frank stepped back from you, a grin forming on his lips. “You make sure you take those dirty things off before you make yourself comfortable, though," you told him, gesturing a finger down at his black boots.

Frank's grin curled up even higher before he dipped his head once in a single nod. "Yes, ma'am."

You hummed out a pleased noise before turning and making your way back to the kitchen. It came as no surprise to you that Lucky didn't follow after you, choosing to stay behind with Frank as he gathered his bag and took his boots off.

Opening the refrigerator door, you pulled out the container of pasta you'd only minutes ago put away before setting it on the kitchen counter. Next you reached up into a cabinet, pulling down a bowl and then grabbing a fork from a nearby drawer. Afterwards, you began scooping a generous portion of food into the bowl–you knew damn well Frank ate like shit when he wasn't with you. You also knew he loved your cooking.

As you opened the microwave door, you heard Frank's tired feet shuffling their way towards the kitchen. By the time the pasta had begun reheating in the microwave, Frank was at your back, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling the back of you into the front of him. He buried his face into your neck and you tilted your head, giving him easier access as your eyes fell closed. He nuzzled quietly against your skin for a moment, the scratch of his beard almost a tickle.

“Missed you,” he murmured into your neck.

Your hands landed on top of his arms where they were wrapped around your waist, a contented sigh slipping out of your lips. You missed him every single day he was gone, constantly checking your phone for a new text or a call or a voicemail from him. Always desperate for anything at all from him. For the past few months you’d found yourself wishing he’d just stay one of these days instead of always slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder in a few days’ time, carrying your heart off with him as he drove away in his truck.

“You know you don’t always have to leave,” you told him quietly.

Frank inhaled an audible, deep breath, holding it for a long moment before he expelled it roughly. He soon drew his face from your neck as his arms began to unwind themselves from around your waist. Your stomach nervously twisted in knots at the physical distance he was clearly creating.

You’d had this conversation with him two times before. The first time it was mostly one-sided with you doing most of the talking. The second time had resulted in a fight. Frank had gotten incredibly upset with you and you hadn’t exactly understood why before he’d grabbed his bag and disappeared. You thought that was the end of things until he’d called you a few hours later apologizing profusely. Though you didn’t see him for almost three weeks after that.

Before he could respond with anything, the microwave beeped loudly. The sound cut through the tension that had formed in the kitchen. Clearing your throat, you focused on grabbing the hot bowl from the microwave.

“Why don’t you get comfortable and I’ll grab you a beer?” you suggested, shooting him a strained smile over your shoulder.

For a moment Frank stood there silently just a foot behind you, an unreadable expression on his face. You could see the muscles jumping in his cheeks as he ground his teeth together–in anger or something else, you had no idea. It was a bit before he finally nodded, turning and shuffling his way towards your kitchen table. You watched him slide out a chair before sinking down into the seat. Lucky was at his side instantly, resting her head on his thigh.

With the steaming bowl of pasta in one hand, you made your way to the refrigerator and opened it. As you pulled out a beer for him, you could feel the weight of his stare on you.

“So what stories did you bring me back this time?” you asked him, trying to diffuse the tension as you shut the fridge door.

Almost instantly his face lit up with a smile, another one of his deep, rumbling laughs filling your kitchen. Your nerves quickly melted away at the sound as you headed over towards him, depositing the bowl of pasta and beer in front of him on the table.

“Oh I got plenty of stories, sweetheart,” Frank told you, straightening in his chair as he grabbed the fork, hungrily spearing a few noodles.

Pulling the chair out beside his, you settled down into it before resting an elbow on the table. With a bright smile back on your face, you rested your chin in the palm of your hand, listening intently as he began to animatedly fill you in on his past two weeks.

°•°•°•°•°•°

Slowly waking, your eyelids fluttered open only to be met with the darkness of your bedroom. It took your brain a moment to register the warmth that was at your back, though you smiled in the darkness when you remembered Frank was curled up behind you with his large hand resting on your hip under the sheets.

The tension had quickly vanished between the pair of you while Frank had eaten and the two of you had caught up. Shortly afterwards, Frank had grabbed a shower while you’d been hurriedly closing up all of the windows in your house. Then you’d made your way to the bathroom and slipped out of your clothes, joining him under the warm spray where the two of you caught up with each other in another way.

Now he was fast asleep behind you wearing nothing but a pair of his boxers. His breathing filled your bedroom with each soft and rhythmic exhale from his mouth. You always missed having him in your bed whenever he was off on the road. It always felt too big and empty without him here sharing it with you.

That thought hit you hard right in the chest and you winced. It had been nearing a year of this long distance relationship with Frank now, and even though you’d been aware of his situation of being on the road when you’d started it with him, you’d recently come to feel differently about it. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust that he wasn’t with anyone else–though at first you’d wondered about that–but there was something there that you hadn’t been able to put your finger on before. Some other reason that his constant coming and going had started to feel different to you. That you’d stopped being so open to it.

You slipped a hand up out of the sheets, rubbing the heel of it against your eyes. That nagging feeling was back again. It was the same one that had you feeling restless and like there was something missing whenever you thought about Frank lately. With a sigh you shifted in the sheets, carefully trying to maneuver your way out of the bed and away from him without waking him up. Though you knew he was usually completely exhausted whenever he turned up on your doorstep and would sleep through just about anything.

Quietly you made your way down the side of your bed, sneaking past Lucky who was contentedly passed out in her dog bed, curled up in a tight ball. You continued to tiptoe towards the door, exiting your bedroom before continuing to make your way down the short hallway and into your kitchen. You could feel that nagging, unnamable feeling eating away at you again as you stopped beside the kitchen counter, reaching a hand up and opening a cabinet before pulling down a glass.

Silently you made your way over to the sink, filling the cup halfway with water before you turned, resting your back against the counter. You drew the glass to your lips, sipping on the cool liquid as your eyes focused on the dark hallway nearby. Despite the stillness of your house, if you listened closely, you could hear Frank’s even breaths drifting out of the bedroom. The sound of it brought a faint smile to your lips.

And that’s when it hit you.

Your hand tightened around the cold glass as the realization came crashing into you all at once, nearly drowning you in the revelation. You wondered how you’d been so blind to what had been right in front of you for so long.

You had fallen in love with Frank.

It had happened somewhere between all those phone calls and text messages you’d shared with him these past eight months, along with those impromptu camping trips he had brought you and Lucky with him on. Somewhere between the nights he’d cooked you dinner and taken you to bed, showing you just how much he’d missed you while he was gone. All those times he’d shown up on your doorstep–sometimes with a bouquet of flowers or with breakfast and coffees in hand–you’d fallen for him.

There was no denying it.

Though you immediately became terrified of the realization. You knew about Frank’s past. You knew he’d been married and he’d had two children. You knew that all three of them had been brutally murdered right in front of him. And you damn well knew he still thought about them everyday–he still had nightmares some nights when he was with you. Horrible ones that made you feel useless to help him in any other way besides offering him comfort as he wept into your shoulder in the middle of the night.

How the hell could you tell him you loved him? Did you even tell him that?

A nervous churning began in your stomach as your eyes dropped down to the almost empty glass in your trembling hand. You were in love with a man who wasn’t a physical constant in your life. Sure, Frank kept in touch with you on and off throughout the day every single day that he was gone, but he wasn’t here with you every day. And that’s what it was you’d found yourself wanting lately. But with what he’d lost and how he seemed to keep spending his days searching for something out there on the road, could he ever even be here with you?

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you turned and dumped out the last bit of water in the sink before setting the glass on the counter. With a quivering exhale, you wrapped your arms around yourself before quietly tiptoeing back to the bedroom. Though the moment you entered, Frank began to stir in the sheets. You stopped instantly at the foot of the bed when you saw his head rise from off the pillow, his brows furrowing together.

“Somethin’ wrong?” Frank’s groggy voice asked.

Nervously you tucked some hair behind your ear, continuing back towards your side of the bed. You shook your head as you pulled the sheets further back, aware of Frank’s eyes following you through the darkness.

“No,” you answered quietly. “Just needed a glass of water.”

You slipped back onto the mattress, laying on your back this time as you turned your head along the pillow. You sent Frank a tight smile as you pulled the sheets back over yourself. A moment later you felt his hand sliding its way carefully up your neck, coming to cradle the side of your face. He carefully drew it further towards his, his thumb absently stroking your cheekbone with such tenderness that your heart stuttered in your chest. You swallowed hard, that tight band of nerves that had formed at your recent revelation in the kitchen a minute ago twisting noticeably in your gut.

“You sure?” Frank asked.

Your brows twitched together briefly at his question. “Yeah, why?” you asked him cautiously.

“You seem…on edge,” Frank pointed out, his thumb still stroking your cheek. “Did I do somethin’?”

Instantly you shook your head, though your immediate denial only seemed to further pique his interest. He shifted on the mattress, drawing himself up onto an arm as he gazed down at you, brushing some hair from your face.

“What’s goin’ on.”

It wasn’t a question. You heard it in the tone of his voice, he knew something was wrong. Internally you cursed that Frank was such a perceptive man.

Swallowing hard, you shook your head again as your gaze dropped down to his bare chest. The marks from your nails were still visible along his skin in the dimly lit room and your cheeks heated at the memory of your time with him in the shower earlier. But that heat quickly gave way to your nerves under Frank’s heavy stare.

You knew Frank had only ever been with you after the passing of his wife. He had never let anyone else in–he had never even slept with anyone else besides you after Maria had passed. And he’d opened up to you about a lot of the pain he carried over these past few months, too. But what you didn’t know was how he would react to this thing between you both suddenly being something more than what it had been for the past eight months.

“Tell me,” Frank ordered.

“I just–”

You stopped, biting your bottom lip as those knots in your stomach from earlier twisted tighter and tighter. Fingers curling around the bedsheets, your eyes snapped shut. You weren’t sure if you could get the words out.

“You just what?” his gruff voice gently pressed.

Inhaling a trembling breath, you tried to find the courage to answer him. You knew he wouldn't drop this now. Maybe he’d surprise you–you hoped so–but if you were being entirely honest with yourself, you didn’t expect him to reciprocate your feelings. And you weren’t entirely sure how you felt about that, either. Could Frank ever even love you? Maybe not now, but possibly someday? Would he ever even let himself feel that way for someone that wasn't Maria? You admittedly weren't sure about the answers to those questions, and you weren't certain Frank himself even had the answers. And that scared you now more than it ever had in the past.

“Talk to me,” Frank urged when you remained silent.

“I don’t–don’t exactly know how to say this,” you whispered, the words falling out of you in a rush. “I guess I never really let myself think about it before so I–I didn’t realize it until…just now. I mean, you’re always coming and going so I’ve never really–really let myself think about the possibility that I–” your voice broke off mid-sentence. Even you could hear the tremble in your words. Closing your eyes tighter, you tried to push the words out, unable to look him in the face as you bore your heart to him next. “I love you, Frank. And I–I don’t expect to hear you say that in return to me. But I–” you sucked in a sharp breath, wincing as you repeated the confession aloud to him, “–I love you.”

Silence met your ears. You felt the way Frank’s thumb paused its repetitive movements along your cheek as he stiffened beside you in the bed. You kept your eyes clamped closed, too afraid to see his reaction. But the longer the silence dragged on in the bedroom, the worse that feeling in your stomach grew. Maybe you should have lied and not said anything at all. Even if you didn’t expect to hear him say it in return, you still expected something .

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t–”

You were cut off by Frank’s hand on your cheek pulling you towards him before his mouth was suddenly on yours. You rolled over onto your side, your right hand snaking its way around his waist and up his back, fingers digging into his hard muscles. His hand held you to him, firm but gentle, as he kissed you with an intensity you’d never felt from him before. You’d barely had a chance to register much else before he sharply broke away from you.

Your eyes flew open at the abrupt end to that passionate kiss, confusion written all over your face. Though seconds later Frank was pressing his forehead to yours, his own eyes closed. He remained silent, not saying anything in return as his thumb began its affectionate path along your cheekbone again. For now, you took that as a positive response, one that briefly quelled the rising nerves in your stomach as you brushed your nose up against his.

Frank pulled away from you after a moment, his lips placing two long, lingering kisses along your forehead before he settled back on his pillow. His hand released your cheek to instead wrap around your waist, drawing you further into him. Easily obliging, you snuggled up against the front of him, relaxing into the heat and comfort of his body as your eyelids briefly lowered.

He may not have said it back, but you figured that kiss meant something good, at least. You figured you had tomorrow to talk to him about it all. You’d make sense of things then. For now, you just wanted to curl up against Frank and drift to sleep in the safety of his arms.

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Lucky’s high-pitched whine met your ears first. You rolled over, burying your face into your pillow and trying to block out the sunlight seeping past your curtains and hitting the back of your eyelids. You groaned, throwing a hand out to your right and hoping to pull Frank closer to you–but your hand hit the cold mattress. Instantly your head rose from your pillow, your eyes blinking rapidly as they tried to adjust to the bright light in your room.

The space beside you was empty.

Frowning, you pushed yourself upright on the bed, your eyes surveying the bedroom. Lucky was sitting beside the bedroom door, her dark gray ears drooping as she ducked her head. She whined again as she looked back at you.

“Frank?” you called out.

When you didn’t get a response, you kicked the sheets off of yourself and hurriedly threw your legs over the side of your bed. Brows furrowing together in confusion, you stood up and made your way out of the bedroom and down the short hallway with Lucky following after you. Though you immediately came to a stop in the living room. Frank’s boots were missing from where he’d set them last night by the front door.

Your mouth went dry as your eyes flew to the couch next. His duffle bag wasn’t where he’d tossed it on the cushions before his shower last night, either. Your heart began to pound in your chest, the beating of it uneven and erratic.

“Frank?” you called out again.

No answer.

Lucky walked past you, making her way to your front window. She nuzzled the curtains out of her way as she looked outside. Feeling like you were moving in slow motion, you made your way to the window after her. Reaching a hand out, you pulled the dark blue curtains back.

Frank’s truck wasn’t parked out front where it had been last night.

A sharp gasp fell out of you, your hand dropping the curtain and flying up to cover your mouth as you stumbled a couple of steps backwards. You could feel the burn of tears building in your eyes, a tightness forming in your chest.

Frank was gone. He must’ve slipped out of bed sometime last night or early this morning and just left without a word. A strangled noise slid out from behind your hand at that thought and you pressed your lips firmly together, trying to keep from crying.

A desperate, hopeful thought ran through your mind next. Maybe he’d run out to grab breakfast and didn’t say anything because he thought he’d be back before you’d woken?

Hurrying back down the hallway towards your bedroom, you headed straight to your nightstand and practically ripped your phone from the charger. You unlocked it, noticing there weren’t any notifications from Frank. Opening up your contacts, you quickly found his name and dialed his number. You held the phone to your ear with bated breath.

Though it didn’t ring. Not even once. Instead, your call had gone straight to Frank’s automated voicemail.

Slowly you lowered the phone from your ear and down to your lap as you blankly sank down on the edge of your bed. Your finger ended the call as your vision began to blur from the tears quickly welling in your eyes. It wasn’t long before they began to spill forth, hot and wet as they raced down your cheeks. Lucky’s head gently lowered to your left knee as she softly whined again. Almost instantly you crumpled in half, throwing your arms around her neck as you sobbed into her fur.

Frank had left you. All because you’d gone and fallen in love with him.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #frank castle angst #frank castle #frank castle fanfic #the punisher

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recklessramos · 9 months ago

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Blissful

Will Ramos x plus size fem reader

18+!!

So the other day I had a thought about Will that just wouldn’t shift from my mind so I decided to take it to my blessed notes app, which made the thought turn into a writing idea. Suddenly I have almost 10,000 words and if I don’t post this I think I’ll go crazy. I’ve put my whole pussy into this (lmao) and it’s ma cursed baby however this is the first smut I’ve written since 2021 so be kind:))))

Warnings-

9,692 words of absolutely feral smut I am disgraceful!!, mentions of negative body image and reader being on a healing journey, sickening fluff, mentions usage of weed, PIV sex, unprotected sex (all together now ‘wrap it before you tap it!’) oral (male and female rec), Will is PACKING, soft dom(?) Will, use of ‘slut’, lots of dirty talk, flirting, hair pulling, cum play, clit spanking, light choking, spanking, spit, edging (fem rec), overstimulation, pet names, use of ‘y/n’ I think that’s everything but let me know if I’ve forgot anything!

This is completely self fulfilling lmao😭😭 Also the whole writing process of this felt so blissful(ly frustrating😭😭) so ofc I had to call it blissful. Also because it’s Will duh.

Even though this was written with a curvy reader in mind, this is for everyone!!! We all deserve love and appreciation (and earth shattering pleasure)!!!!

Also please excuse the low quality collage I made, I tried my best💀 Anyway I’m going straight to hell and I’m going there happy and horny🤍

GIF credits: julien-mayfair and all the pics in the collage are from Pinterest so dm me for removal!

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You’d been struggling with your body image recently and even though you persevered with your affirmations, vigorous self-care and weekly therapy the thoughts still clouded your mind throughout the day. Will was aware of the fact you were on a healing journey and you couldn’t ask for more from him.

He was there with you on the easier days when you flaunt all your curves and see no issue on having your stretch marks peeking through your crop tops, or how your back rolls are hugged by your shirt. He loved seeing how your outfit hugged your curves, how you smile at yourself while repeating your affirmations in the mirror. He would even repeat them back to you, ‘you are so worthy, so loveable and so fucking beautiful’ he’ll say to you as his hands sneak from your waist to cup your stomach with soft fingers and his adoring grin that never failed to make your stomach flutter.

On the days like today when the thought of standing in front of a mirror causes your stomach to spin with anxiety, eyes brimming with tears, he’d wrap his arms around you so you could hide your face in his chest as he spoke your affirmations to you. It may take five or ten minutes of staying with your back to the mirror and your face in his chest before you can turn to face your reflection but when you do the bright, warm smile Will showcases is enough to make your chest swell in love and appreciation.

He whispers gentle words of unconditional love in your ear as your eyes scan over your body, you breathe through the discomfort and focus on staying calm and centred. At first the affirmations you repeat feel ridiculous, but after five minutes your shoulders have released their tension and you're beginning to ease into your body.

There’s gentle music playing in the background of your conversation with Will, which only consists of sweet words and soft laughter as he tickles over the sides of your torso. You move from standing in front of the mirror to sitting on the floor, crossed legged with Will behind you. His legs are out on either side of you giving you easy access to lean back into his body, his clothed chest pressing into your back. You can sit comfortably like this for hours, just you and him and the reflection of you you're learning to become acquaintances with. Luckily for you this was both your day off from work, so it can be spent with just you two in your home, smoking weed, cooking your favourite meals while singing along to some of your favourite songs together.

With a full belly and a blissfully cloudy mind from the joint you shared after the time spent in front of your mirror, you end up on the couch cuddled under a blanket watching one of Will’s favourite movies. Your bodies are intertwined, your mind at ease from any negativity. When you’re together like this, nothing else matters.

After a couple hours you start to fidget through boredom, tapping your foot to the sound of nothing and letting out exaggerated sighs every now and again. It’s not that the movie that Will chose for you to watch was boring, it was just that you couldn’t stop thinking about all the other things you could be doing together. You saw yourself on your knees, arms pulled back and pinned to your back by Will, face pushed into the sofa while Will rammed into you at a torturously slow and hard pace. You picture how your ass will slap into the ending dip of his v lines, how deep the tip of his cock will land in your throbbing pussy.

‘What- why can’t you keep still?’ you freeze in reaction to Will’s question, not even realising you’d been shifting your hips around in an unknowing effort for some relief from the ache on your clit. ‘Uh- I’m not even moving!’ you try to argue back but he drops his eyebrows, slightly squinting his eyes suspiciously. ‘I’m just trying to get comfy.’ You try in hopes that he doesn’t figure out that the movie he’d chose just wasn’t keeping you distracted from the lustful thoughts that burned into your mind, but to no avail as a smirk pulled at his lips. Will could read you like an open book, there was no hiding when you were sad or feeling insecure or so horny you were about to start grinding the couch cushions.

‘Hmm is that true?’ his tone dropped, he knew you were lying and that you were really aching for him to touch you, but it’s Will- of course he’s not going to give you what you want right away. You only replied by slightly nodding, you could either give in and tell him what you want, or you could be the stubborn brat you often chose to be in these situations just to find out what could happen on the other end of things; the grass is greener on the other side after all.

Right?

‘Yeah, we might have to think about getting some new cushions for the couch. These ones are awfully uncomfortable.’ you mutter back, jutting your hips around at the end of your sentence just to back up your case. Also so you can try and ease the throbbing that was making your stomach ache and pussy clench around nothing. You needed to be filled up by his cock right now.

For a long moment you both stare at each other, waiting for the other to say something. The air was becoming heavy, your body was curving into him as a reaction to the thought of having his cock in you. He noticed this change in your body, chuckling slightly and shaking his head.

‘We could always go to bed if it’s that much of an issue that you can’t focus on the movie.’ He nodded his head towards the stairs, you manage to hide the raise in your eyebrows as the idea makes you press your thighs together.

‘It’s only eight.’ You glance down at his lips as you continue your exploration on how far you can take it till you give in. Will could never give in, he’d happily tease you for the rest of the night if you choose to go along with it, he had before and he’d do it again, so it all came down to how long you could hold out for.

‘I can think of a few things that’ll keep us busy for the next couple hours.’ His fingers trace your jawline ever so slightly, your lips parted and he took the opportunity to slip the tip of his thumb between them. By automatic reaction, you sucked it gently as your tongue skimmed against the pad of his thumb and as quick as it was there, it was gone with a pop of your lips. Any chance of you holding out was thrown right out the window when his lips part in a shit eating grin and you take in a hurried breath as you act on pure impulse and slam your lips against his, catching him off guard for a mere second before he gains composure again. His lips move against yours, matching your rhythm and your tongues are quickly passing over one another.

He grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap so you’re straddling him, your lips never disconnecting. You don’t waste a moment as you begin to grind against his crotch furiously, letting your soft whimpers get lost in the kiss that had your chest burning and your panties soaked.

With one of your hands on the side of his head and the other threaded into his curls, your chests pushed together so he could feel your hardening nipples through the thin layers that separate you from him, you thought you couldn’t be closer to him. You were proven wrong when he grips your body closer to his, easily flipping you over so you were laid on the couch with him above you. The kiss broke for a moment so you could both take a breath, and you took the opportunity to wrap your legs around his hips, his crotch meeting your centre as his lips meet yours again.

Your hands gripped his shirt, pulling at it desperate to lose the fabric from his body. He noticed immediately and leant back onto his knees, pulling his shirt from his tatted body. He tries to lean back down but you place a hand on his chest to stop him, his eyebrows twitch in confusion. You take your time as you scan your eyes from his neck, down his chest and toned torso, his deep v lines (oh my god don’t get me started on the v lines) to where his waistband sits lowly. You try to squeeze your legs shut because of how his Godly body makes your pussy ache desperately for attention, only pulling him closer to you in the process and finding no relief. When you meet his eyes again, they’re darkened, so much so that his dilated pupils blend with his usually brown eyes and that same shit eating grin is plastered on his face.

Although Will could be shy at times that didn’t change the fact he was aware of how hot he was, how the sharpness of his jaw line, the movement of his Adams apple when he swallows, the toned exterior of his abs all make you weak in the knees and immediately desperate to feel every inch of him deep in your guts.

One of his hands move from your hips to cup your jaw, your gaze faltering under your eyelashes. Your breaths both pick up when your soft, pleading gaze meets his dark, lustful one. His thumb softly pets over your bottom lip, you wait impatiently for it to pass into your warm mouth. When he doesn’t give you what he knows you want, you wrap your lips of the pad of it and begin to suck down onto his thumb wishing it was his cock. Your eyes plead and he knows exactly what for.

His mouth is agape and his hair is slightly dishevelled from your tugs at it, all you can think about is the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, his hands in your hair as he fucks your mouth mercilessly. ‘Just like that angel, suck it like you would my cock.’ you let out a whimper from his dirty words, words that make you lift your hips up to him in hopes he’ll listen and give you what you want. When instead he chuckles, you begin to whimper again but he cuts you off.

‘As pretty as those noises are, they aren’t gonna get you what you want.’ your eyes look up at him with pleading and desperation, your hips trying to shift closer to his. Just as you graze his crotch with your clothed centre, he pulls his thumb from your mouth and pushes your hips down to meet the couch. ‘Look at how desperate you are, I bet your panties are soaked aren’t they?’

‘Will-’ you begin but are cut off by your own gasp as he places the ball of his palm over your clit, pushing with barely any pressure but it’s enough to earn an ‘oh my’ from you. ‘I bet you could cum in seconds just like this, when I'm barely even touching you.’ he mumbles lowly, eyes locked between your legs as you begin to grind your hips into his touch.

Soft moans tumble from your lips, your head rocks back making your chest pop up slightly, welcoming Will in when he twists your nipples between his fingers over your shirt.

‘How about we see if you really are that desperate? Hmm?’ his tone is slightly cruel and completely unhinged, but you’re so focused on how you’re finally getting some relief after what feels like hours of yearning that you don’t even acknowledge his words.

His hand begins to grind against you in circles and your hips match his rhythm in all directions against his palm. Up, down, side to side, in circles and random jolts. You don’t care how desperate it is, the fact Will is letting you get off this soon is enough of a shock for you to grab it before it may be taken from you. You flick your eyes open to see Will readjusting his crotch just as your orgasm begins to threaten to take over. ‘Fuck, you don’t know what you’re doing to me, baby.’ His nearly breathless words are enough to knock you over the edge, but just as your eyes become cloudy and your clit is throbbing so hard it feels like your pussy is going to explode his touch is lost and you literally cry out in frustration.

‘Fuck Will! Why’d you-’

‘Shhhh, don’t worry angel imma give you what you want you’ve just gotta wait a minute, okay?’ his tone is soothing and genuine, but you’re raging from the lost orgasm and your pussy is throbbing harder than ever.

‘No Will it’s never just a minute, it’s hours and I'm fucking desperate. Please I need to cum so bad.’ you’re begging for anything and Will feels the tension in your body, so he leans down to kiss you in an effort to calm you down. At first, you’re stiff and pulsing with anger, but you can’t stay too angry at him when his lips are so soft against your mouth, and his warm tongue gets you thinking about its wetness soaking your clit in languid strokes. Your body softness and you ease into the kiss before pulling back to speak.

‘Please, Will, I need it so bad.’ you beg again, hoping your soft tone and puppy eyes will get you what you want.

‘I know and I'm gonna give you what you want, just not yet okay? When have I ever left you hanging?’ at first you pout at his words, but you know he’s right. Even on nights where he’s edged you for what feels like hours, he always gives you back every orgasm he denies and sometimes more if you ask him to.

He begins to kiss down your neck, his hands tracing the hem of your shirt. His lips are soft and gentle, his tongue kitten licking over the warm skin he litters with soft pecks. His hands find their way under your shirt passing over your tummy and to the curve of your breast.

‘Can I take this off?’ he questions while tugging the fabric of your shirt, you nod in response and lean up to help him and the cool air hits your chest immediately making your nipples become harder than they already were. You return to your prior positions, his kisses finding their way down your collar bones to your chest. His eyes are closed as he savours the feeling of your soft flesh against his lips which have begun to follow over the top of your breasts.

He begins to suck on your breast and create light hickies on the skin, you feel his hand move from your hip up to your other breast and his fingers begin to twist and pull your nipple. He begins gently tugging on the tight bud causing you to gasp from the sensation. Your nipples are sensitive from the cold air and his tugs become sharper, creating goosebumps over your skin. One of your hands thread into his hair to keep it from falling into his face and the other rests on his shoulder, tracing small circles over his tattoos.

Suddenly his mouth is on your nipple, sucking and flicking his warm tongue over the cold, tight bud and your back curves, making him suck harder. Your other nipple is beginning to burn blissfully from the tugs and pinches that never end, your thighs squeeze around his waist. He hums on your nipple, releasing it with a pop but not giving you a moment to breath when he moves over to your other nipple. His fingers are now tugging at the wet, puffy nipple that’s covered in his spit, he mimics the same pinching, tugging and swiping that once accompanied the nipple that his soft tongue is working on to ease its soreness.

His name falls angelically from your lips, you begin to think you could cum just from this. Almost as if he knew your thoughts, all of his touch retreats and you whimper as the cold air hits your bare skin. His lips continue down your stomach, kissing over your stretch marks with so much love and care. He stops when he reaches your waistband, and you cut him off as he begins to speak.

‘Yes Will,’ he smirks at your impatience, knowing just how desperate you are for his mouth to devour the pool that's been created between your legs. You lift your hips as his warm hands pull off your shorts, leaving your panties on.

You feel like crying through relief when instead of teasing you anymore, he finds his place lying on his front with his head between your legs and arms wrapped around your thighs.

He kisses up the inside of your thighs, getting further away from where you need him most. One of your hands rests on the back of his head, your other squeezes one of your breasts. Will doesn’t notice this until you tug on your nipple, causing you to gasp and his eyes shoot open.

‘There you go baby; you keep making yourself feel good, okay?’ his dark eyes burn into you, making your cheeks flush but you nod in response and continue to play with your swollen bud. ‘Fuck you’re so hot, y/n.’ now it’s his turn to blush just from the sight of your eyes rolling to the back of your head from an especially hard tug on your puffy nipple.

His fingers hook under your panties to pull them to the side and the anticipation is killing you as, finally, he licks a small stripe along each of your folds- still avoiding your swollen clit that is burning for attention.

As you open your mouth to begin to beg for him to give you what you want, a heavy heave leaves your chest as he sucks your clit into his mouth. Your back curves, head digging into the couch. Both of your hands hold his head in place as his mouth begins to work on the swollen, pulsing bud in small, soft sucks and kitten licks barely on the tip of it. Moans escape your mouth endlessly, his eyes open to see yours already on him.

Will is very aware of the fact that eye contact while he eats you out drives you insane, and he uses this to his own advantage. Just a slight darkening to his eyes can push you right over the edge and with how dark his eyes already are you don’t see how they could get darker. You close your eyes, not wanting the feeling to end just yet.

He begins to move his head to meet the movement from his tongue that have become longer and harder, this sends a spark down your legs making them jolt shut on his head. He pry's your legs open and releases your clit from his mouth so he can speak with his face still stuffed between your legs.

‘Wanna hear your beautiful moans, angel.’ his words are muffled but you try your best to keep your legs open as he begins to flatten his tongue against your clit, adding a new sensation into the mix.

You moan his name over and over again with a mix of curses and ‘oh mys’, his arms now having to hold your legs open because you couldn’t stop your body as your legs begin to kick out and attempt to close on his head.

His tongue slips down between your folds to meet your pussy with a soft stroke before slipping it into your hole, collecting your sopping wetness onto his tongue and carrying it up onto your clit.

‘Fuck baby, you’re so wet for me.’ his mouth doesn’t leave your skin, so his words vibrate against your clit, you gasp out at the feeling and your orgasm begins to build in your stomach.

‘Fuck, Will I’m so close. Please don’t stop’ your words get lost through the never-ending chant of his name and the gasps you can’t hold back when he slips his tongue into your pussy again and begins to fuck you with his tongue.

His thumb finds its place on your clit in small, tight circles as his tongue begins to fuck you faster, curving up and swirling around in your dripping pussy. His eyes open to meet yours, looking up at you with complete focus on making you feel as good as you possibly can and he flashes you a slightly playful, completely smug wink. The coil in your stomach broke and with a scream of his name you come all over his tongue, mouth and chin, your legs shaking and thrashing as your nails dig into his hair. Your head is thrown so far back it aches your neck, your eyes screwed shut as flashes of white and an array of colours fill your mind. Your moans are strained and sound almost pained, the way his tongue slips in and out of you makes you come so hard it feels like you’ll never come back down.

But alas, your vision unblurs and your legs flop onto the couch, your hands unclutching his hair. His thumb moves from your clit and his hand slips up to stroke over your tummy lovingly. His tongue finally slips out of your pussy after pulling you down from your orgasm and it begins to ever so slightly lick your clit.

Your chest heaves up and down when he finally pulls his mouth from your pussy, kissing up your body until you’re face to face while his hands work to pull your underwear down your legs. You finally open your eyes to meet his heavy gaze, his beautiful (and rather fucking magical) lips are pulled up in a smile that makes your stomach flip again.

‘I love you so much.’ you manage to force your words out between your heavy breaths, your lips connect for a small kiss. ‘I was beginning to think you may hate me after the look you gave me when I didn’t let you come.’ he laughs slightly as you begin to kiss down his neck, you feel his chest rise sharply when you suck on his pulse point. ‘I could never hate you.’ your words mumble against his neck.

‘I know. I’m not done making it up to you yet, though.’ his words are daring, if you were smart you’d take the opportunity to get out while you still can. You’re too fucked to consider that though, especially when Will begins to palm himself through his jeans that he must’ve unbuttoned without you realising. He grins down at you from his knees when your eyebrows raise at the change in tone.

‘On your knees.’ his sharp words go straight to your core and you know you’re making a mess of the couch; you immediately find your place on the floor where his head nodded toward. The hardwood is cold against your skin, making you hiss through your teeth. Will notices this and directs you up so he can place a pillow below your knees. You appreciate his kindness, especially knowing what’s coming next.

‘Listen closely babe,’ you nod attentively and he continues ‘tap my leg twice and I’ll slow down, three times for me to stop completely. Okay?’ his hand cups your face, softly stroking your cheek.

‘Twice to slow down and three times to stop.’ you nod along with your words; he smiles down at you while tucking your hair behind your ears. ‘I’m ready.’ you eagerly flutter your eyes at him, the anticipation eating away at you.

‘You’re such a good girl, you want me to fuck your mouth that much?’ his tone is slightly teasing, but you’re not embarrassed. You love having his cock in your mouth, you love it even more when he cums on your tongue and directs you to stick it out so he can see the mess he made before you swallow every drop down. Maybe if you’re good enough he’ll give you exactly what he knows you want.

You nod in response to his question, your hands pulling at his jeans. He pushes them away while talking ‘Keep them behind your back, only patient girls get what they want.’ you huff in response which makes him shake his head and smirk to himself. ‘You never have been very patient, have you? Maybe I should teach you a lesson, make you wait all night just to have my cock in your mouth. Maybe make you wait all week to have it stuffed in your pussy. Make you so cock starved that you never get greedy again, you just appreciate anything that I give you.’ The idea terrifies you, literally. The thought of having none of him for one night, let alone a week makes you want to cry. It also ignites a fire in you that you didn’t know existed.

‘Or maybe I’ll be nice, give you what you want.’ he pulls his jeans and boxers down, letting his cock fling up and nearly hit his stomach while he kicks his clothes to the side. Your mouth immediately begins to water from the sight of it, your thighs squeezing together as tight as possible. His cock is long and thick and heavy, so thick that the sight of it already makes your jaw ache. It used to scare you, how big it is, but now you love the fact that you’re left with a sore jaw for days after he’s fucked your mouth; a constant reminder of the feeling of his length slipping down your throat.

‘Please Will.’ your eyelashes flutter as you plead, desperate to have his beautifully shaped cock slip into your mouth and down your throat. You want to feel the veins that line his length slip against your tongue with every thrust he delivers deep in your mouth. ‘Such a good girl begging for my cock in your mouth.’ his words send a rush to your core as his hand cups your jaw, tapping your bottom lip and you quickly open your mouth.

Your jaw loosens as the swollen, leaking tip of his cock slips between your lips. You both hum in satisfaction, his salty precum lathers your tongue deliciously. Slowly, torturously so, he begins to slowly fill your mouth. The heaviness of his cock weighs down on your tongue, your lips stretching to fit around the thickness of it. Your hands are balled in fists behind your back, your thighs squeezed together as your knees dig into the pillow below them.

‘Good girl,’ he speaks in a low raspy tone as a deep grunt escapes his mouth. His hips shift and tense, sharpening his gorgeous v lines even more. You’re completely mesmerised, even through blurry and teary eyes as you feel the tip of him hit the back of your throat. ‘Now I need you to open up for me, angel.’ he taps your throat and your blink a tear away as your throat opens for him, giving him complete access to do as he pleases to you.

His chest is tight as he pulls out of your mouth till just the tip is left between your lips before slowly pushing back in, only this time he slips down into your throat. His hands hold onto the back of your head to steady himself as he begins to gently fuck your mouth. You're grateful that he eases you into it, but so eager for more. His strokes are so slow and soft, your stomach flips with butterflies.

After a few strokes in your warm mouth his breathing is heavy and his hands clutch onto your head.

‘God, you look so good with my cock in your mouth.’ you hum as your cheeks blush from his sweet words about such a dirty thing. ‘Blushing with my cock in your mouth? You really are an angel, aren’t you?’ he chuckles at the irony and the obscenity of his words causes your cheeks to flush harder, you manage to stop the laugh that was about to escape his chest again and it's replaced with an animalistic moan when you take initiative and push his cock further down your throat. It tickles deep in your throat, your eyes burn and you gag painfully, but it’s enough to make him begin his sharp thrusts down your throat.

You try your best to keep your hands behind your back, but you end up with them gripped onto your thighs to keep yourself stable as his thrusts become faster. His cock is heavy and warm down your throat; the stretch burns and aches, but blissfully so.

Your name falls from his lips through a mix of grunts, curses, moans and gasps as your tongue pushes up against his shaft and your cheeks hollow. You finally take a breath when he pulls out of your mouth completely, both of your chest rising rapidly.

‘Come on baby, gonna fill you up now. You've earnt it.’ he grips your hands and pulls you to your feet, pressing a kiss on your forehead before guiding you over to the couch. He directs you to sit on your knees facing the arm of the couch before finding his way behind you.

‘You did so well for me, angel.’ his hands begin to stroke over your back, round to cup your breasts and gently upward to ease over your neck. ‘You took me so well.’ His praises earn a soft whimper from you, his hands now pinching your nipples again in the same torturous way as earlier. You clutch the arm rest in front of you, making your back curve and your ass pop out. You gasp as you feel his hard shaft slide against the inside of your thighs, head tilting back as the thought of having him stretching you out sends a hotness across your body.

His hands move back around to stroke up and down the length of your back lovingly, even massaging your shoulders for a moment or two. You feel his hand meet the centre of your back applying enough pressure to guide you down, so you are now leaning with your fore arms holding you up and your ass is perched up- giving Will a delicious view.

‘Fuck you’re so gorgeous.’ his words are accentuated as his fingertips graze up your curved back gently, passing over all your dips and curves. Rose tinted stretch marks litter your skin and as his slightly coarse fingertips pass over them you let out a deep breath that you’d held in, curving your back and sticking your ass out even more in the process. This slight action earns you a satisfied groan from Will and you feel his length slip between your folds teasingly, as you try to push onto the feeling his length is gone and you feel it tap against the inside of your thigh.

As his fingertips continue their passing over your flesh, back and forth over the middle of your back, dipping down onto your hips where your curves accentuate, he hums to himself while his fingers spread over the soft flesh and squeeze slightly. Your head rocks down, a warm breath slipping past your lips, the soft squeeze on your flesh is filled with so much love and affection. You can feel the passion pass from his fingertips into your body- sending another warm, wet rush to your core.

Every touch from Will causes a shudder in your stomach that sends your head nearly spinning, your pussy dripping with a mix of your wetness and his saliva. Just his fingers gently digging into your hip is making you desperate for more of him.

All of him.

‘Please, Will.’ slips past your lips in a near whisper, a light shudder spreads over your body as your core clenches on nothing again. You feel the loss of one of his hands, only for it to return to your flesh in a sharp, quick spank on your cheek. You gasp slightly, letting out a breathy moan as his hand grips the now reddened flesh, soothing the skin with his gentle caress.

‘You like that, Angel?’

His voice is quieter than usual as if he was lost in the sight of you, lust spewing from his raspy tone. You hum in response but gasp again when his hand returns in a harsher spank to the same spot that only just began to cool after the last hit. ‘You know you need to use your words, angel. Try again.’

‘Yes Will, I like it.’ Your chest is heavy, you feel your wetness slick against your inner thighs, especially after the last spank.

‘Hmm, good girl.’ He mumbles, almost to himself as he works his thumb over the sore flesh of your cheek, admiring his work.

Finally, you feel his tip slip through your folds, collecting your wetness onto his shaft and swirling his hot tip around your clit. You hold your breath tight in your chest as his tip finds your aching pussy gently, teasing your entrance cruelly.

Just when you thought he’d fill you up, another spank arrives harshly against your flesh. This time you can’t hold back the deep, guttural moan that escapes you.

You gasp out in a mix of shock and pleasure when his tip pushes into you and he eagerly fills you up, giving you no time to prepare for the stretch. It burns you deep, aching when his tip finds the deepest spot in you. ‘God, Will. Fuck, it’s so tight.’ You cry out as your eyes fill with tears from the pressure of the stretch.

‘So fucking perfect.’ you mumble, mostly to yourself as he adjusts his position so you feel his thighs against your own. ‘Jesus christ,’ he grunts breathlessly as you try to squeeze around him but fail from how much he’s already stretching you out.

The first stroke is painful, his hips slowly drawing back only halfway before filling you up again just as slowly, and you feel like you could cum already from how blissful it is. Both of your moans intertwine as he repeats the action, this time pushing into you harder. Your hands grip the couch cushion so hard your knuckles ache, his hands still digging into the flesh of your hips.

He circles his hips, the swollen tip of his cock pushing against you deeply while one of his hands retreats from your hip to slide up into your hair roughly. You feel him adjust his position again and you grip the cushion as hard as you can, preparing for what comes next.

‘Please Will, I want it. I need it.’ Your words are faint; he’d have to listen closely to hear them. Luckily for you, there’s not a day that goes by where Will never fails to listen to you as attentively as possible.

‘Angel always gets what she wants, doesn’t she?’

With one last soft stroke, his hand grips your hair roughly, his fingernails nearly piercing your skin and his cock retreats almost fully before slamming back into you. Your gasps get caught in your throat as he creates a rapid, rough pace that makes your ass slap against his v lines sharply. The sting of his cock as he pulls out, the pressure as he rips back into you- his hand gripping the roots of your hair so tight it feels as if your hair might rip out, his nails digging into your hip as his grip bruises your flesh.

All of it sends your head spinning, eyes pinched shut as his thrusts become harsher with every one that passes by, his deep groans get caught between your own gasps for air and the lewd noises of your flesh slapping together.

You can’t think of anything else as the feeling of his cock ripping into you overwhelms all your senses, your mind zoned in on how his length drags so perfectly against the deepest parts of you. You feel it in your gut when his hips meet your ass, hitting the reddened flesh creating obscene noises that make your pussy gush around him.

‘Fuck you’re taking me so well, angel- so fucking well.’ his words blur together with the sensation that builds throughout your whole body as you mutter out incoherent words and pornographic noises that you have no control over.

The earth-shattering pleasure Will is giving you makes your body burn all over, your thighs shake every time his tip meets a space deeper than your g spot, past your cervix into what feels like is in your guts.

‘Imma make you cum over and over again, baby, give my girl what she deserves. How's that sound to you?’ you moan in response, nodding your head as best as you can. He pulls at your hair harshly making your head tilt upwards.

‘I can’t give you what you want if you don’t use your words, angel. You should know this by now.’ his tone is arrogant and it makes you whimper as he leans over your body to grab your arms from under your head. He drags them behind you, pinning them against your back with the hand that was just in your hair, his other hand leaving your hip to grip the sofa to steady himself.

His thrusts transition from fast and long to short and sharp, drilling into the part of you that he knows you love the most. Your thighs tremor, it’s becoming harder to hold yourself up from how the aching in your pussy spreads over your whole body, leaving it weak. A thin layer of sweat coats both your bodies, beads slipping down the back of your thighs from where your bodies connect.

You feel your orgasm begin to approach, crying out from the sensation that tightens in your stomach.

‘Let it happen, baby. I've got you.’ Will’s words almost get lost in the feeling of your stomach bursting, but the reassurance lets you slip over the edge completely. You gasp as your head spins and your thighs shake ruthlessly as they try to hold you up through the intensity. Your ears ring, your vision blurs, your moans come to a momentary halt before a cross between a wail and cry breaks in your throat. Will fucks you through the whole thing, his grip on your wrists that he pins against your back grounding you back to the moment as you come down from your high.

You're left a breathless, teary mess as he pulls out slowly to ease any discomfort.

Your minds still so blurry that you don’t realise Will has laid you onto your back until a couple minutes later, which is also when you finally take a deep breath that cleanses your lungs from the restriction your gasping created.

When you open your eyes, Will is kissing down your neck, face flush and a bead of sweat is rolling down his forehead.

‘You okay my love?’ his words are tender, a contradictory from the orgasm that just crashed down on you. You mumble a reply, smiling to him as a gentle wave of joy rushes over you. ‘You okay to keep going?’ he asks, you mumble another yes as you connect your lips with his.

The kiss is sweet and as tender as his concern, but when you slip your hand down to wrap around his pulsing cock he bites down onto your bottom lip with a groan. You feel your release slick around his cock, collecting it on the pads of your fingertips with a mix of his own juices, breaking the kiss to slip your fingers into your mouth while still holding eye contact with Will.

His eyes are wide, lips swollen and parted in shock at your dirty action. You suck your fingers clean of both of your juices before connecting your lips again, Will’s tongue pressing against your own to get a taste of your sweetness. Your hand returns to stroke his cock painfully slow, flicking your thumb over the tip that furiously leaks his juices.

‘You sure you can handle it again, babe?’ his tone is slightly smug but filled with so much sincerity, not wanting to push you past your limits. ‘Wanna feel you in me again, Will. I miss it.’ your words merge into the kiss and you feel his fingers trace gently over your swollen clit. You part from his lips to release a soft, airy moan when he circles the bud in tightly and his forehead meets yours.

‘You sound so beautiful, y/n. So fucking beautiful.’ your eyes flutter shut when his fingers push harder, the same airy moans slipping past your lips softly and his compliment sends your cheeks pink. He kisses along your exposed jawline, sucking gently on the skin.

‘Is it all for me, baby?’ his words vibrate against your throat, his fingers exploring down through your folds to collect your wetness and swipe it over your pulsing clit again. You feel another orgasm approaching, the floodgates already open from your last orgasm, and you struggle to form a reply from the pressure that’s building.

‘Fu- yes, Will- it's- ah- it's all for you.’ you force the words out between moans, your eyes fluttering open to meet his that swallow you completely in admiration. He kisses down your chest and sucks your nipple into his mouth, your hand finds its way into his hair as to ground yourself in the feeling that’s threatening to push you over the edge again.

He hums against your nipple causing you to gasp, his teeth grazing the bud deliciously as you finally muster up the strength to talk.

‘I’m gonna cum, fuck I'm gonna cum.’ your words are rushed as you grip his hair, pulling his mouth harder against your nipple as your orgasm washes over you, your head rocking back into the pillow beneath you. Your back arches up, pushing your nipple against his teeth daringly and he bites down causing another shudder to travel down your legs.

This orgasm isn’t as intense as your last but it’s just as beautiful, hitting you in multiple waves, each earning a louder gasp and a toothy smile to appear on your face. Your eyes are rolled into the back of your head, your legs tremoring on either side of his hips as you begin to come down with a heavy gasp and a whimper that pulls Will’s lips away from you with a smile.

It dawns on you that he hasn’t came yet and you begin to feel guilty, not being able to hide the worry from your face.

‘What’s wrong?’ he asks concerned and you ease his worry with a smile and shake of your head, still catching your breath as your play with his curls that hang messily from his head. ‘You haven’t came yet, babe.’ you try to hide your guilt but he catches on immediately.

‘I’m waiting, baby, wanna give you as much as possible before I come. Don’t worry about it my love.’ you may have over thought it any other day, but his genuine smile and tone makes you nod and let go of that stress.

His lips are on yours again before they trail across your jaw, under your ear to suck the sensitive skin between his lips. His tongue laps over the skin, his teeth grazing so gently it sends a shudder up your spine. He moves across to find your pulse point, humming against the skin to send a wave of vibration through your body. He mimics the same sucking as before, only this time his teeth dig into your skin to send your head rocking back into the couch.

All your senses are heightened. Suddenly you can smell traces of weed in the air from earlier, coconut in his locks and his musky cologne along his collar bones. Goosebumps cover your arms, your nipples peaking and poking into his warm chest. The TV glows, a low lamp keeping the rest of the room lit. A mix of your and his juices tingle on your tongue, your thighs clench at the taste; a reminder of the orgasms that leave your body flushed and aching perfectly.

You don't realise one of his hands had moved until you feel a finger slip into your cunt, a pool of warmth coating his finger and palm slick. Your breaths flow mindlessly through your soft, plump lips when he curves his finger into your g spot, your chest becomes tight from the repetitive action.

His finger leaves you, his mouth disconnects from your neck and he positions himself between your legs. He holds his soaked palm up between you both, grinning proudly to himself.

‘Making such a beautiful mess, angel.’ his raspy tone alone makes you desperate, burning with anticipation when you feel is swollen tip poking at your entrance teasingly, and when he slips his finger into his mouth, your juices pushing up to his knuckles in a ring before collecting on his lips you genuinely think you’re going to hyperventilate from the sight alone.

He finger slips from his mouth and before you can react his lips are pushed against yours, lathering them in your own juices. He pulls back, your tongue pokes out to collect the mess from your lips but his hand quickly catches you before you can, his fingers on either side of your face pushing your lips open and out in a pouting motion. His tongue licks your lips clean of your juices, not letting one drop go to waste.

Your chest is so tight it aches your ribs, you don’t think you’ll ever let your breath go until you feel his tip slowly slip into you. Will groans and even though you’re dripping wet, it still stings slightly from the stretch; but you wouldn’t have it any other way, the feeling of just the tip of him alone makes you suck another long breath in.

His hips continue forward, his cock slipping halfway in all at once making Will let out another deep groan and you wince. Not only is his size already a stretch, but you’re also still sore from being filled by him and fucked into the couch.

‘I know it’s so much angel,’ his hand rests on your throat without applying any pressure yet, your eyes flutter open to meet his. You must force your eyes to stay open, you’d be stupid not to watch how his face contorts as his tip finally rests against the deepest part of you. His girth stretches and fills you up sublimely, you moan deeply at the feeling that you can never get enough of.

Before moving his hips, he hooks an arm under your leg closest to the back of the couch and directs it to hang over the top of the couch. This sends your hips upwards, giving him perfect access to fill your guts.

‘Keep your leg up here for me, okay?’ you nod at his request, still so zoned in on how he fills you up. His body is inches away from yours again, his cock slipping against your sweet spot just from his readjusting.

He plants a small kiss on your forehead before pulling his hips away slowly, your chest rises with his stroke when he guides himself back into you. Both of you moan out together, your hand latching onto the back of his neck. Curses slip from both of you as he creates a slow, deep pace; drawing his hips back almost completely before pushing back into you at an agonising speed. When he fucks you like this, slow and deep, you can feel the veins on his cock as he pulls out, the slit on his tip grazing your upper wall as he pushes back into you. Both of you are already a panting mess, his hand beginning to add the slightest bit of pressure on your neck that makes your mind soft and cloudy.

‘Fuck, you’re taking me so well, y/n.’ his words nearly get caught in his chest when you squeeze around him, his tip edging against your cervix gorgeously. ‘Shit baby, you wrap around my cock perfectly. It's like your pussy was made for me.’ Your cheeks flush at his words, also because he adds more restriction to your throat, the tips of his fingers digging into the skin softly.

His thrusts start to become harder, dragging along your tight walls in languid strokes that send your head tilting back into the pillow beneath you and your other leg to hike up at the side of his hip.

He leans up onto his knees, pushing your leg that is folded up against your side out and gripping your knee that rests on the top of the couch, watching his cock as it stretches your cunt that squeezes its thickness every time he hits your sweet spot.

‘Jesus- fuck-’ he can’t form a coherent sentence, his eyes still shamelessly gawking at the sight of him fucking you as he mumbles something to himself that you can’t make out. His hand leaves your knee and begins to stroke over your folds, staring intently as his fingers slip across your swollen clit and his fingertips graze over your folds intently. Your breathing is becoming heavy, feeling another orgasm approaching you at a rapid rate.

Will notices this and pushes against your clit, only flicking his eyes up from between your legs for a moment to glance at your face as a you whimper; the pleasure nearly becoming too much.

He knows that if you don’t cum soon, you’ll become a whimpering, crying mess and that thought makes his cock twitch in you. His finger strums your clit slowly before switching up completely, flicking over the pulsing bud with his thumb frantically making you shout his name in shock. Your orgasm begins to shake your legs and just like that his thumb is gone and you cry out, sounding pained and awfully hot; Will lets out an animalistic moan as he leans down and uses his arms to cage you in and keep you in place.

If he didn’t do that you’d be thrashing around, which your body still tries to do when he begins to fuck your harder, picking his pace up ever so slightly but it’s enough to make you cry out again.

‘Take it, angel,’ his words drill into your ears, his hips rocking into you harder with every word ‘take it like the good girl you are.’ Your moans become high pitched and strained, having no control of the curses and chants of his name that leave your chapped lips. You gave up trying to keep your eyes open, letting them pinch shut as the pleasure sends your mind spinning.

‘Eyes open.’ he demands, to which you quickly comply and open them as much as you can. You take in the sight of him; his dishevelled hair that brushes against your forehead with his thrusts, his agape mouth, those fucking lips that can make you crumble in moments. You can’t stop yourself when your eyes find his defined jawline, leaning up to peck it before grazing your teeth across it, earning you a low groan from Will. His dark, deep eyes bore into you and you squeeze tightly on his cock again, this time mainly so you can see how his eyes roll into the back of his head.

When his eyes open again, your hand finds its way onto his back, your nails digging into his skin and dragging across his flesh. Just as you do this, you squeeze on his cock again, wanting to push him to the edge; hoping you’ll get a raise out of him. His eyes roll to the back of his head again, he groans deeply- sounding slightly pissed off.

‘I know what you’re doing, y/n.’ his tone is sharp, making your heart jump for a moment and your pussy drip along his cock. His eyes pierce into yours, you bite your lip nervously. ‘If you want me to fuck you, you should’ve just asked instead of being a slut about it.’ His words make you smirk through excitement, he chuckles to himself and shakes his head while speaking.

‘You really are a dirty slut, aren’t you?’ his words send another wave of pleasure through you and before you can stop it you let out an ear-splitting pornographic moan, maybe you should be ashamed of how this turns you on- but you couldn’t care less about shame when his cock hits you in the place that makes you giddy with satisfaction.

‘Eyes open, y/n’ his words are sharp, scolding you with a light spank to your clit making your eyes shoot open and the same shameless moan erupts from you- this time somehow louder. Your legs begin to tremor slightly, this warning both of you that you’re going to cum soon.

‘You just want to be treated like the dirty girl you are, don’t you?’ his words make your stomach twist, his hips now beginning to pick up their speed- giving you exactly what you need to take you over the edge again. ‘Say it.’ his demand makes your eyebrows twist in shock, feeling your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

‘Come on baby, if you can say it, I’ll give you exactly what you want- what you need.’ he teases you, knowing that you’ll do anything to cum all over his cock will he fills you up and fucks your juices together.

‘I- fuck, Will!’ you begin but cut yourself off when his speed picks up rapidly, still drilling into you at a torturously hard rate. ‘I just-’ your words are cut off again, this time by a whimper you can’t stop. Your tits bounce against Will’s chest every time he fills you up to the brim, it’s becoming a ridiculously hard task to keep your eyes open too. His moans make you clench on him over and over again, desperate for him to take you past the edge.

‘If you wanna cum I’m gonna need to hear the words come from your mouth, angel, so get to talking.’ he torments, his hips drilling into you. Just when you think he couldn’t get any obscener, he leans back to spit onto your tits, his hips never stopping their beautiful torture; he’s doing this not only because it drives him crazy, but because it’s always the last straw before your pussy explodes around his cock.

You know if you don’t get the words out ASAP he’ll deny you of your orgasm again and you wouldn’t be able to take it, so you hurry and manage to force the words out.

‘I just wanna be treated like the dirty slut I am! Will- please- I can’t-’ a tear rolls down your face, the pleasure overwhelming you. His fingers find your clit in slow, smooth strokes in contrast to his cock and finally he lets you crash over the edge.

‘There we go angel, let it all out. Cum all over my cock, doll.’ is the last thing you hear, his pleased grin being the last thing you see before ringing fills your ears, your eyes pierce shut and your head digs into the pillow below you. Your legs shake rapidly, your pussy convulsing on Will’s cock as you squirt on him, not hearing the obscene strangled moans that never stop leaving you or the noises of your juices that fill the room as he fucks you through the whole thing.

Will can’t hold back anymore and with a deep, guttural moan he slams his hips into you, his forehead resting against your own as his orgasm crashes through him in reckless, violent waves- just as yours did to you. Your pussy pulses on his cock, milking every drop of cum from him as you’re still encapsulated by your orgasm, practically screaming through the whole thing.

You both come down, thrown from the heights of your orgasms back to reality. Your breathing is rapid, trying to catch up with the lost breaths due to how much you were moaning, you’re unable to force your eyes open just yet. Will is in the same state as you, wrapped up in the blissful after math of such an intense orgasm.

You stay with his cock in you for a minute or two, coming back to your mind and opening your eyes tiredly. Will lifts his head from your neck to meet your loving gaze, both of you staring in complete awe and love for each other.

Slowly you both begin to untangle your limbs, him pulling out from you gently. Still lying on your back, so fucked out you don’t think you’ll be able to move for another hour, he kneels between your legs and watches as his cum drips out of your puffy pussy. He collects the fallen juices and gently, as to not hurt your sore entrance, fingers it back into your pussy; not letting a drop escape you.

Finally, you catch your breath, pulling Will down into a soft, slow kiss.

After a while of cuddling on the couch, talking about the events that just took place, Will convinces you to make your way upstairs so you can share a bath. When he helps you up to your feet, you gasp at the puddle of your juices that has sunk into the couch, Will widening his eyes with a devilish glint and proud grin.

‘Look at all the mess we made.’

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CM Punk x Black!oc

Warnings: Unprotected sex, cheating, toxic relationship/behavior, oral (f) receiving

Word count: 5k, edit credits to @insatiableorsmthn (literally slayed me)

a/n: Well, look what we have here, 'The Best In The World' isn't so tough at the hands of his ex-girlfiriend, but we allll know Punk digs crazy chicks. Listen I know a lot of people aren't too happy that Phil is back, and that sucks for you. Read the tag line guys, we don't wear capes over here. S/o to @sydsaint they’re the ones that inspired me to write for Punk lol so go read their stuff too! Any who lol I hope yall enjoy, like, leave comments, and reblog. More to come.

Sabrina will admit, she was bitter. Not only about Phil moving on from the company, but also moving on from her. She and Phil had known each other since their Ring Of Honor days, but they didn’t become close until they both got signed to WWE. They were friends at first, before Phil finally asked Sabrina on their first date. But when he proposed the idea of a relationship that night on a date he planned, Sabrina froze up and left him unanswered. Phil left WWE a year later, without much word to Sabrina, and as bad as she missed him, his surprise return, almost a year to the day, left her shocked. His gazes lingered on her from a distance; almost every time she looked up, they were locking eyes. She was able to deal with the added pressure at first, until someone would bring up his girlfriend, and ask him how she’s doing just within earshot. Sabrina’s throat would tighten, and her heart ached from how he smiled when the other woman was brought up. Though she knew in her heart, it wasn’t the same as when he used to smile about her, it stung nonetheless. She let a week or so pass before she decided to finally approach him. Gionna had hyped her up all weekend over FaceTime, insuring her that things would turn out in her favor. She wanted Sabrina to show up in a deep v-neck shirt with her cleavage on full display, but she knew Phil better than that. So instead of going full “Hooker Mode,” like Gionna suggested, she kept it simple, with a hint of sexy; a Steve Austin tee she cut into a crop top, jeans that showed off her curves, and a simple pair of black and blue Air Jordan’s. When she caught up to Phil, he had just got done shooting a backstage promo; the camera crew were leaving, so it was the perfect time to grab his attention. Now, they both stood in a deserted hall at the back of Allstate Arena in Chicago – the roar of the fans in the background, but only the two of them existed at that moment.

She couldn’t help her sour tone when she asked Phil about Alyssa, but to her credit, that was her trying to be mature, though it didn't last long. Sabrina and Phil had begun to bicker back and forth for a moment, it seemed that they were going in circles, until he addressed the elephant in the room. “Don’t be such a brat – you think I’m just gonna end my relationship because you’re throwing a hissy fit?” He took a step forward, everytime the two of them were in the same vicinity, the tension was thick. No one wanted to be around them when they were both in the room, and it was obvious to everyone what was going on; in this business there were hardly any secrets. It was only a matter of time before it all came to the light. They had too much history, too many words left unsaid, and she wouldn’t be satisfied till she had him back.

“We both know you’re not happy.” She argued back, noticing how he avoided her gaze, looking at her forehead or her nose, instead of her eyes. Her heart thudded in her chest, she felt nervous knowing this wasn’t even the deepest part of the conversation yet. Truth be told, she wasn’t used to him being this closed off with her, if anything she could be the cold one. She knew she could be difficult and down right sour when she didn’t have to be. Now, Sabrina understood how Phil felt when she acted this way, especially towards the end of their relationship.

He let out a dry chuckle, a look of realization crossing his face, “you're insane, like you’re actually delusional.” His lips pulled back into a grin, his hazel-green eyes sparkling excitedly, he wasn't sure why he was even entertaining what he felt was a pointless conversation. She didn’t even say what she wanted, she just grabbed him by the hand, and pulled him off in the opposite direction from where he came. ‘I did always have a hard time saying no to you, Sabrina.’ he confessed to himself.

“And you’re a narcissist, now we both win.” Sabrina argued back childishly, Phil’s face scrunched in disbelief, he’s never been so frustrated by another human being before.

“No! No, this isn’t a competition, and the last time I checked, you were too chicken shit to commit, so it's not like it matters what makes me happy. Not to you, anyway.” He bit back in response, his words hung above her head, dense, and dark like the onset of the worst storm ever.

“But I tried!” She didn’t mean for it to come out as a whine. Her bottom lip poked out, and she would have stomped her foot for good measure if it wasn't Phil that was standing in front of her.

“I was in love with you.” He whispered, suddenly so tender, ‘still am.’ She took the break in his intensity as a reason to take another step forward to close the distance. He was too stubborn to back down from her, and though he’d hate to admit it, he was hoping Sabrina would take it there. She reached up to cup his face in her hands, she missed the softness of his beard, and the way it felt against her bare skin. His breath hitched in his throat, and his tongue tied. He hated the way her lips looked luscious and plump. He hated the way her warm vanilla scent was invading his senses. He refused to unfold his arms, he couldn’t allow himself to touch her, to grab her hips, and feel how delicate she was. He couldn’t allow himself to be reminded of how much he worshiped every curve and dip of her body. Most of all he hated the way he didn’t miss his supposed girlfriend. ‘Fuck, I hate you.’

“Phil.” she called his name, saying it only the way she could, a tickle against his skin. So gentle, so forgiving, so… righteous. He closed his eyes – a last defensive mechanism, as if that’d make all of this stop – and let himself take a deep breath. ‘Do I really want her to stop though? Shit, get it together, Phil’ He internally tussled with himself.

“That’s okay,” Sabrina broke through his thoughts, “you don’t have to look at me, but you can hear me. You don’t have to admit out loud that you’re not satisfied, I know you miss this…us. I know you miss the way I was the loudest cheerleader in your corner, I’m the best pop you’ll ever receive. I know you inside out, how you liked to be touched, and where.” Her minty breath fanned over his face even from a foot below him. Her fingers caressed the tips of his ears, he wanted to bark like a dog, and he would if she so wished it he would; this is when he could feel his facade breaking.

“And you…know how to touch me.” Her hands slid down his neck to his tattoo covered arms, she held onto them and lifted her head to see his eyes were staring back at her. He was frozen…waiting, anticipating. At a single tug, his arms fell apart, she took his hands in hers, and slid them around her waist. Her cropped top did nothing to help cover her midsection, revealing the snake tattoo that he sat through hours of hand-holding with her for. The contrast between her softness, and the roughness of his palms gave her goosebumps all over. She brought her hands back up around his neck, not wanting to give him a second to think as she pressed her lips to his. Their tongues twisted and caressed each other as if trying to re-learn one another. This was absolutely fucking bad, and Phil knew that. What’s worse is that he didn’t care. All he knew was that his mind was empty, she tasted delicious, and he absolutely missed it. He missed her attention, he missed their conversations at 8pm till 5am the next morning, and he missed the way she whimpered his name everytime he stretched her out.

He pushed her against the wall and pinned her hands behind her back with his, a look of frustration passed over her face; her chest rose and fell as she fought to catch her breath. He pressed his forehead to hers and the pit of her stomach turned, unfurling something that hadn’t been disturbed since the last time they ‘talked.’ His hazel eyes looked prettier than ever, and when she glanced down to see how his lips had tugged into a tiny smirk, she wanted to kiss him again. She leaned in for another dizzying kiss, when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

“Don’t.” She breathed, she tried to pull him back to her, but him being the strongest one between the both of them, it was nothing to pry her off.

“Just…just give me a second.” He mumbled, she felt like she lost him the second he looked away from her, and by the guilty look on his face, Sabrina could take a guess at who that call could be from.

‘Little miss perfect timing.’ Suddenly the inside of her mouth tasted like acid. She clammored to hold onto that insatiable feeling, so instead of arguing back, she remained silent. She leaned against the cold brick wall with her head down, pretending Phil didn't just reject her for his girlfriend. His girlfriend, she thought to herself in disbelief, God, when did she become an Ariana Grande song? When he glanced over at her, he couldn't deny how adorable that pout of her’s was and he caught himself smiling.

“Oh uh, yea, I’m happy for you. The promotion is always what you wanted.” He cleared his throat trying to manage a somewhat even tone, he still had the taste of Sabrina’s lip gloss in his mouth. He licked his lips.“Yes, of course I’m listening to you.” Phil could feel his patience start to wear thin already; Alyssa liked to nit pick at every inflection in his voice and it irritated him to no end. Their ‘relationship’ had been on the rocks for a while, they just don't mesh well beyond friends, but they forced it because they both needed to take their minds off their exes. And here he was, being seduced by his. He looked back over his shoulder at Sabrina, at the same time she looked up, and he was frozen again. He didn't realize how long the silence was between him and Alyssa until she called his name.

“Phil, if you’re distracted then I can talk to you later.” She sounded burnt out, like she, too, was tired of holding up this stupid charade, but neither of them ever said it outloud. Too prideful to admit they felt miserable.

“No, I’m…” He trailed off, he felt bad for lying, but how was he supposed to say he wanted to fuck his ex through the brick wall and take her back for a second chance? He couldn’t, so he lied anyway, and told himself he’d deal with the consequences later. “Actually, yeah, I’m sorry. My mind is just on work tonight, maybe I can call you back when the night’s over?” He looked up at the ceiling waiting for a response. He rolled his eyes at how stupid he was being, but who is he kidding? Sabrina was always gonna be his end game.

“Yeah sure, it’s cool, I actually need some sleep myself.” Her voice sounded disconsolate, he winced a little, knowing they should have discussed what was happening currently, but he opted for later, instead. His eyes were still on Sabrina as she fidgeted with her phone, mindlessly scrolling.

“Mkay, I’ll talk to you later, then.” Phil said. Alyssa barely responded before hanging up abruptly, he stood there looking at his phone screen feeling a bit confused for a moment, but Sabrina’s voice caught his attention.

“Phil, I need to go get ready.” She had pushed herself off the wall, and began walking towards him. She grabbed his hand, holding onto his finger tips. He laced their fingers together, then pulled her into his arms, his hand sliding up her neck to cradle the back of her head. He took her by surprise, her lips parted to let out a yelp, but he pressed his mouth to hers, swallowing her voice. She let out a moan, the butterflies in the pit of her stomach stirred back to life. Phil’s other hand wrapped around her waist. His fingers slid underneath her shirt, caressing her skin gingerly, sending a chill down her spine. When he pulled away this time, Sabrina held onto his bottom lip tugging on it with her teeth. Reluctantly she let him go, a goofy smile stretching across her face. He played with her long curly hair with his finger tips; it reminded him how much trouble she got in all those years ago for shaving it off one side, and dying it without permission. Sabrina may or may not have been following a little too closely in Phil’s footsteps back then.

“I’ll see you later?” She mustered the strength to take a step away from him, it was cruel of him to send her on her way like this. Leaving her unsatisfied, and needy for more.

“Knock’em dead, kid.” He smiled, giving her a wink, and watched her gush before spinning in the opposite direction and disappearing down the hall. His eyes lingered on her retreating form, watching her hips sway wonderfully.

Later that night, there was a knock on her hotel door. Sabrina barely checked her phone reading a little after 10 PM before opening the latch. Phil strode in, hands on her hips, walking her back and without a thought, she hooked her arms around his neck, moaning when his lips found hers, colliding in a rushed kiss. She pulled away first, when her breath caught and it hurt to breathe. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but she shook her head, running her hands down his arms, taking him by the hands and leading him towards the bed. She didn’t want to hear what he had to say, scared it would resemble something like regret in his decision to come to her tonight. He let go of her hand, bending to pick the small Kumari plushy he had gifted her on her birthday a few years ago. She took a seat on the edge of the bed, watching him with hooded eyes, feeling coy as he held the toy in his hands. His lips twitched up, almost in disbelief as he met her gaze. His smile turned whimsical, “I can’t believe you still have this…” He looked at her dazedly, feeling something in his world shift. He thought she’d have moved on by now, that’s partially why he had avoided her for so long.

He took a seat next to her, but feeling startled by the onslaught of emotions permeating between them, Sabrina stood up, grabbing the plushie from him and placing it on the nightstand. “It was a gift,” she said, snidely, taking care to set it right. She let loose a startled gasp when she felt the rough pad of his finger stroke from the back of her knees and up her thighs. The baby pink nightdress she had on rose as his finger went higher, settling on the curve of her ass. She shivered, letting her eyes flutter as he pulled her closer, settling her between his thighs. His other hand moved over her hips and into the satin of her panties, caressing her slowly. “Phil…” she murmured, her legs feeling weak, but he held her tight as she felt herself begin to slip. He lowered her, having her lean on to him, her head falling to his shoulder as her mouth parted in silent gasps. His fingers spread her wider, feeling heat coat his skin and then he slipped in a finger. He stroked in and out of her slowly, relishing in her breathy little calls of his name, then watched her keen when he added a second finger.

“And after all these years, this pussy is still mine,” he breathed into her ear, feeling that tight grip on his wet fingers. “Did you wear this little dress for me, Sweetheart?” The hand on her ass curved up her thigh and ran up to her stomach, ruffling the fabric as she went, feeling where the short pink nighty had a heart shaped cutout at the center, exposing just below her bust. Of course she’d been thinking of Phil – she’d be a liar if she’d stated otherwise.

“Phil… uh -” she bit down on her lip when his palm reached her breast, squeezing a mound tightly. “Please…”

He tilted his head to the side, nosing her cheek, breathing her in, and he chuckled at her pleads, running the flat of his tongue to the base of her ear. “She’s so cute when she begs,” he whispered playfully. She groaned in protest, feeling so close until he slid his hand out of her underwear, and traced her lips. Her mouth parted, head following his hands as they moved to his own mouth. She watched entranced, as he licked them clean, her mouth slightly agape, and let out a moan.

Sabrina took hold of his face, pulling his lips onto hers, desperate to taste him again. She knew it wasn't right, but she pushed those guilty thoughts to the back of her mind, letting their tongues tangle. He held her hips, leading her beneath him on the bed, as he stood, he used his free hand to unbuckle his belt. He pulled away, standing tall before her, towering in a way that made her feel so exposed and vulnerable, eliciting a feeling only he ever really knew how to uncover. She missed the way Phil could make her feel so dainty one second, and then powerful the next. She missed the way he made her laugh till her face muscles cramped up, and her breathing became unsteady. But most of all she missed the way he could make her feel like the most important woman in the world; he never forgot a birthday, an anniversary, or the way she liked her coffee in the morning. It was all the small things that added up to something unforgettable. She leaned back on her elbows, watching him hurriedly unzip the Avenged Sevenfold hoodie she used to be so fond of. She supposes they had both dressed for each other tonight. He threw it to the floor behind him, and his shirt followed.

She licked her lips, reaching a hand to him. He pulled her up, getting her on her knees, and guided her hands over his shoulders. When they kissed again, it was slower, more intense. Her hands slid form his neck to his chest, feeling the unsteady rhythm of his heart starting to sync with hers. She rested her palm there, pulling away to press her forehead to his. Phil watched her pretty chocolate colored irises, getting lost in them like he always used to, not feeling an ounce of regret in his actions, in being here with her, where he always knew he belonged. She reached her hand up tenderly, then tugged at his thick beard, lips stretching playfully. The tug of pain was hardly noticeable but he let out a low growl anyways that morphed into a chuckle, watching the mirth in her features.

Her eyes glinted, sparkling like a child in a candy store. She trailed her finger from the scruff on his jaw, down his neck, slowly, trying to mimic the way he had touched her bare legs earlier. Her head tilted down, watching the invisible path she drew, admiring the work of art that was his body. Though he wasn’t known for being the status quo wrestler, he was in immaculate shape. Maybe he didn’t have eight pack abs, but he was far from unfit. His arms and chest were perhaps Sabrina’s favorite feature in him. “What’s my little minx thinking?” he asked. Her eyes cut to his. It’s been a while since she was his.

“How much I want you,” she whispered, not missing a beat. “I need you,” she admitted, daring him to push her away in this moment, daring him to come to his senses and tell her they were wrong for this. He kissed her instead, and she felt the way his lips struggled not to smile. He pushed her down onto the bed, thinking she’s always looked gorgeous, but tonight she was something more. Her eyes gazed down to where his jeans hung low on his hips, and with her feet, she reached and tugged at the fabric, bringing it down. He looked upward to the ceiling, masking the smile that broke out on his face, wondering what he did to earn her sitting before looking like the prettiest present he’d ever seen.

“Phil,” Sabrina called out, voice just above a whisper. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes lidded and her hands holding onto her breasts, pointed and straining against the thin fabric covering them.

“Fuck,” he moaned, “You’re so sexy, baby.” He let his pants fall and she reached for him, pulling him on top of her. He flipped them over so she could be on top of him, and she straddled his waist, her thick thighs fitted on either side of him comfortably. She rocked her hips, the bulge in his boxers almost covered in material too soft for the friction she so desperately needed. She tossed her head back, grinding harder and it was a sight to him. He wanted to see her like this all the time – on top of him all frantic and flustered, wanton and desperate, lips swollen and parted, clothing askew and face fresh, hell he even adored the matching bonnet she had on. He remembered the first time he had her hot and bothered for him; she was a downright mess, nearly close to panic because she almost forgot to tie her hair up. Tonight was planned, he figured the moment the door opened – maybe even before that. “Fuck,” he moaned, “Fuck, baby, I need you – I – God,” he held her hips, guiding her back and forth on him, “ Please,” it was his turn to beg, wasn’t it? “I need to be in you.” She felt heat crawl up her spine and flush her face. He halted her movements, reaching between them to pull his hard length from his boxers. She pulled her panties to the side, guiding herself onto him.

“Phil…” she moaned, hands falling to the center of his stomach, nails digging in as his girth stretched her so deliciously. He held her hips but let her set the pace, only reaching his thumb to rub at her swollen clit. She whimpered and he slowly lifted his hips to meet her movements, “Oh god…” she cried, tightening her muscles around him. “Ah –”

“I know,” he murmured, “I know, baby.” His eyes struggled to stay open; it’s been a while since he felt this good, been a while since it's been her. “You’re so good, princess,” he whispered, feeling flashes of heat run over his body. He sat up, placing a hand to the small of her back, the other across her shoulder blade, and when she cried out, she muffled it against the crook of his neck. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby,” he breathed into her ear, letting their hips crash in a delicious rhythm. She threw her head back, mouth parting and cries of pleasure pouring from her. “That’s right,” he thrusted faster, pulling at the straps of her dress. “Let it out, kitten – don’t give a fuck who hears…” his lips casted down her neck to her breasts, kissing and sucking and biting until blood pooled beneath her skin. “You’re mine,” he nipped into her skin, “always,” he let her know, pushing deep into her, kissing her womb with the tip of his dick.

“Ah!” she cried out, hand in his hair, gripping so tight it stung. He buried his face in between her breasts, inhaling her scent. Heat between them grew incinerating and she held him even tighter. “I’m – ah… Phil – I’m so close,” she begged him to go harder, feeling her vision start to blur, dark spots dance between her eyes, “Right there,” she managed, but he already knew how she liked it, already knew how to get her beyond the help of the god she’s calling out for. She comes before him, in a rush and he pounds into her, sloppily, pulling more and more waves of euphoria from her. He stills when his climax hits, seating it deep inside her, pulling out slowly to feel it all spill between them. Still holding her in his hands, he gently rolled her off of him so that she could lay comfortably while he reached over the nightstand for a few tissues to clean himself off, then went to get a damp towel for her.

They both laid in bed facing each other, covered in a layer of sweat, but Phil didn’t care. He always thought she looked even more gorgeous afterwards in the glow of post-coital, with her eyes all hazy and her lids hooded, like she was drunk off sex, drunk off of him. Her voice, hoarse, and somewhat deeper than her usual octave. “I should have expected a second shower tonight.” Sabrina sighed, she sat up against the headboard, and took the blanket with her, holding it up to her chest. When she looked back down at Phil, he had this goofy grin on his face, like someone had just knocked him over the head with a steel chair.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Suddenly feeling vulnerable under his gaze, despite the fact that his lips just re-learned every inch of her body. Despite the fact that he has seen her completely naked countless times, and has sent him a hoard of sexy photos before they broke up. The stare he was giving her now was different, and it scared her. This was the same look he had in his eye before he asked her to make their relationship official, and be his girlfriend.

“Relax scaredy-cat I’m not gonna ask you to marry me, ya ain’t ready for that.” He was partly joking, but that hurt her still. Sabrina wasn’t sure if he felt it, but the energy in the room suddenly shifted. Whatever mist that had been covering her eyes cleared, and she no longer felt the desire to be cuddled up with him in bed. She looked over at the clock, it had just struck midnight, and unfortunately her carriage had turned back into a pumpkin. By the time Phil caught the look in her eyes, it was too late, she had already gotten up from the bed, leaving the bedding behind, and made her way to the bathroom.

“Sabrina–” She cut him off by slamming the bathroom door. He threw himself back into the sheets, but the second he closed his eyes, his phone began to ring. Rolling his eyes, but rolling over the side of the bed reluctantly, he reached down to grab his jeans. He felt around for his phone, before looking at the screen. His eyebrows scrunched up in confusion to see it was Alyssa.

“Uh…hello?” He asked, the line was quiet for a moment, and before he got a chance to speak again she blurted out.

“I think we should give each other some space, Phil.” He blinked, staring straight ahead, this was not at all what he was expecting, but here he was feeling dumbfounded.

“I’m not quite sure what to say, uh, are you okay. I mean this—

“If we’re being honest we weren’t built to last, and I’m 100% sure neither of us are actually over our exes.” She said plainly, right on cue, Phil looked over his shoulder at the imaginary cameras, he could barely hold in his laughter, but he did his best. Jokes aside, Alyssa was right about them not meant to be together.

“Well shit Lyssa you seem to always have the best timing, is this official, because after this I don’t plan on going through it a second time.” He says haughtily, Alyssa scoffed on her end of the phone, some shuffling could be heard, but finally it went quiet again.

“I know girls like her, Phil, I was a girl like her, and if it’s one thing I learned during our time together, it’s that you can’t cage a hummingbird.” He was taken aback by her words, he had never even thought about it that way.

“When did you become so wise?” He asked, he tilted his head towards the shower, the water could still be heard running, so he leaned back into the bed.

“Listen, my advice, just take things slow.” It was simple enough, when he reflected back on their relationship, perhaps he was too intense with Sabrina. A weight had just been unexpectedly lifted off his shoulders, that was one problem resolved, but now he had to re-define his and Sabrina’s relationship. If she even wanted a relationship.

Alyssa gave her parting words, “hey, I gotta go, don’t overthink it.” She rushed out, after Phil wished her well, they both hung up the phone. He let out an exasperated breath, before last night he didn’t think there was any way in hell that a second chance for him, and Sabrina would even be a possibility. She already ran from him once, and he thought he was taking things slow before. ‘Well we had only been dating a few months before I decided to move things to the next level.’ Phil pondered on this to himself as he waited for Sabrina.

She was too upset to even think, so she stood under the hot water, letting it cascade down her body. By the time she actually started to shower, her thoughts began to slowly seep in, and soon enough tears began to fall. A mix of emotions rolled through her, and she didn’t even know where to begin. Thankfully tomorrow was her day off, so she didn’t have to be bothered with putting on a brave face for TV. The water began to turn cold, so that’s when she decided to call it quits, grabbing her towel, and walking back into the bedroom. She could feel Phil’s eyes on her as she dropped her towel right in front of him. He had to do a double take, it’s like every time he talked himself off the ledge, she pulled him right back to the edge again, and again.

Rummaging through her clothes Sabrina’s mind went in a spiral about her and Phil. For some reason, she just couldn’t make up her mind about whether she wanted to commit to him or not. It had nothing to do with him – in all their time together, he was a wonderful partner, it was her, she was the problem. While Phil was always the one on the ledge, she was just there, watching him ready to jump off for her, again, and again, and again. For the life of her, she couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was as to why she was so damn scared. She pulled on her t-shirt, and a pair of biker shorts, then turned to Phil with determination. He was still in bed, he had his boxers on, and his head leaned back on the pillows with his eyes closed.

“Phillip!” Sabrina shouted, slowly his eyes opened, he glanced at her wearily. Her hands balled into fist, and her lips pressed together.

“Uh oh, you’ve got that constipated look, guess we mean business now.” He taunted, his lips curling upward into a tiny smirk. His charm usually made her weak in the knees, but Sabrina didn’t falter.

“Shut up. I’ve got something to say, and I need to say it now before I just wither away inside.” She demanded, so he closed his mouth, giving her his undivided attention. She inhaled deeply, held her breath for a ten count, and then exhaled slowly. That didn’t help, if anything it only accelerated her nervousness, so she charged on regardless.

“I’m a coward and I’m selfish. Pretty sure if I sat with myself long enough, there'd be a valid reason I’m so flighty, but I guess what I’m trying to say is…” She trailed off for a moment, she could feel that window of opportunity leaving her mind, entering the territory of personal feelings causing her to shut down, but she willed herself to focus. “I just—ugh!” Sabrina grunted, causing Phil’s expression to soften, talking about her feelings has always been a struggle. They never talked about that, obviously.

“It’s okay–”

“No! It's not okay, because I love you. You’re my first love, and I can’t just let that go. I stupidly did that once already, I practically pushed you into the arms of another woman, and I hate that.” She blurted out. Not wanting to break her rhythm, Phil remained quiet. “I want you all to myself, I want you all the time, every day, every night. I want you, I want you, goddamn it, I want you.” Sabrina unconsciously stomped her foot, her eyes glossy, and all the built up tension from the year they spent apart finally tearing its ugly head. Phil scooted to the other side of the bed where she stood by her still open luggage.

He cupped her face in his hands, his eyes held sincerity as he said, “And you can have me, baby… if you say pretty please.” He whispered half heartedly, to which Sabrina punched in the chest, and though it wasn’t at full force, it was enough impact to sting a little. “Ow, okay I deserved that.” He grunted, overselling the punch more than what was necessary, which got a chuckle out of Sabrina.

“You’re an idiot.” She smiled shakily. Their arms wrapped around each other and Phil pulled her hips closer to him, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

“I love you.” He whispered. He pressed a tender kiss to her lips, somehow taking her breath away with such little effort on his part.

Seemingly star struck, Sabrina smiled girlishly, eyes still glistening, “you do?”

“Oh, Sabrina I love you so fucking much, it should be a crime.” Phil confessed, his gaze unyielding, and his stomach tingling from the flutter of butterflies stirring in the pit of his stomach.

The wide grin she donned slowly morphed into a grimace she couldn't help, her heart falling to the pit of her stomach, “Shit, you…have a girlfriend.” She slowly pulled back, he didn’t want to let her go, but he put a little bit of space so he could think straight.

He shook his head, “No - I, ah,” her brows furrowed and he admitted, “It’s a long story - but what if…we take things slow, and keep it casual? Just till I work things out, I know it’s not ideal.” He rushed out not wanting to lose their moment again. But then he began to explain anyway, he too had to wrap his head around their current situation.

“Yeah, no you’re right,” she sighed, “I think we should cool it for a while.”

“Oh, well then…now what?”

“Now…we take things slow…er.” Phil smiled, and unable to stop herself from mirroring him, Sabrina let out a giggle. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and let him pull her in for a perfervid kiss. She let out a soft moan, pressing herself into him impossibly closer. His hands slid down her thighs, and when he picked her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist like it was always this easy between them. He carried her over to an end table in front of the bedroom windowsill. They could see the whole of Chicago from how high up they were in the hotel. He got into his knees in front of her, putting his head underneath her shirt, and began to kiss down her stomach.

“Phil.” She let out a fit of giggles, it was all fun and games until he stopped at her underwear. Her breath hitched when he slid her panties to the side, and swiped his tongue across her clit making her back arch. With one hand he held her leg up, and with the other he slid his index finger in, and then his middle. All Sabrina had to do was lean back, and enjoy his handy work. If this was them taking it slow, she didn't mind it at all. She let out a sigh, dropping her hand to his hair, weaving her fingers into the tousled locks as his mouth worked her into a tizzy. The closer she came to her orgasm, the more she grinded her hips against his face.

“That’s right baby, use me, please, smother me.” Phil begged. He pulled away, and quickly got Sabrina’s panties down her hips, and around his muscular bicep like an armband. Sabrina did as told without question, and pushed his face between her thighs. His tongue slid into her, tasting everything she had to offer him, and he didn’t want to waste a drop as she came into his mouth. He hungrily lapped his tongue over her, and finished it off with soft kisses until her body finally relaxed against the windowpane. When he pulled his head from underneath her shirt, his face was flushed red, and his lips were stretched into a shit-eating grin.

“Thanks for the ride.” Sabrina leaned forward, and Phil met her half way pressing their lips together. He pulled back, still slightly out of breath, he stood from his kneeling position, and pulled her up with him.

“Anytime.” He turned her around in his arms so that they’d both be facing the view outside, it was the beginning of fall, and all the leaves had begun to turn beautiful autumn colors. As he trailed kisses down her neck, Sabrina humed contentedly, and that’s when she pulls away. “I’m starving.” She moaned, a low grumble came from the pit of her stomach sending them both into a fit of laughter. He grabbed her by the face, pressed his lips to her forehead, his eyes shone with adoration for the woman in front of him.

“Alright princess, I’ll go grab some breakfast from your favorite spot, and I’ll be back. How’s that sound?” He reluctantly let go of her face, he knew if he didn’t they’d be naked on the floor next. Sabrina shook her head eagerly, her mouth watering at the thought of her favorite diner restaurant.

“I’ll wait here, I’ve got a free schedule.” She beamed up at him, before he had a chance to step away, Sabrina stole a chaste kiss. After Phil left, Sabrina fell back into the bed, and was already falling asleep before he made it back to the hotel.

p.s Follow my wrestling blog —which is where this was supposed to be posted to but tumblr hates me— @slutouttanowhere ✨

#black!oc #wwe fanfiction #cm punk x reader #cm punk #wwe

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colesabi · 6 months ago

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Its Rant Time

Alright so I have got to talk about this:

I’m pretty sure at this point it’s been confirmed to be an AI fake but I feel the need to rant.

Apparently this monstrosity has been making the rounds on social media ever since Thursday. I had sent it in to @highball66, mainly to make fun of it but apparently it’s still available for pre-order on playasia. (It is still up, I confirmed)

Now, I don’t now much about that platform but first and foremost, we do not have a date for release for RE9 or even really an actual confirmation (we know it’s coming but just, like when is the question). Also: if something were going to be put on pre-order I would think they would at least have some sort of professional or official graphic attached. Not this AI generated monstrosity and that isn’t even taking into account the little banner for the item description.

What? You guys couldn’t find another obscure graphic of Leon and Jill? Had to use 2R Leon and RE1 Jill? (I’m not even going to discuss the potential plot for the game either because that’s just a whole different issue and might get a separate post)

Now let’s move onto the actual game title and graphic because this thing is a mess. I’m 99% sure someone just took DI Leon’s model and just plastered a bunch of shadows over his face. It seems like the generative AI was probably given the prompts to take the last known appearance of Leon (DI) and age him up, and then for shits and giggles, give him a cybernetic arm??? (Like what the fuck is going on with that left arm - a bad blend job? intentional? Or just trying to fill in a blank since I’m pretty sure the main inspo was taken from this image below. Notice how his arms are real skinny in the RE9 graphic because the below image has them cropped? The AI probably was trying to fill in the blanks there)

I honestly feel like they took this and adjusted his posture and gave him (from what I can tell) a very weirdly rendered face that looks nothing like the graphics in the RE engine. It’s just bad all the way around.

And don’t even get me started on “Jill” (supposedly in the background). Doesn’t even look like her, though granted, her face is completely blocked out but the body shape just looks like some generic video game/anime girl. Whoever did this didn’t even give us like any identifiable clothing to figure out its Jill. I honestly thought it was Ada at first.

Then you have the name. As @highball66 says, it’s just a switcharoo of Shadow Revenant from Apex Legends. Now unless Capcom has just decided to enter the ‘fuck it’ stage of development, I would be shocked if that’s the name.

I really hope no one has fallen for this and paid money because this just looks to be a scam trying to take advantage of a clearly popular franchise that is just itching for updates. Hopefully we’ll get more official confirmation soon or something but these rumors are starting to get a little out of hand.

#resident evil #resident evil 9 #leon s kennedy #jill valentine #re9 rumors #ramblings #analysis post

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dinitride-art · 2 years ago

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Lighting and Mike and Will - Full Analysis (pt.54)

Welp. Let’s just dive on into the rest of this scene then. Mike might actually be possessed or being used as a spy. Will might be getting targeted by Vecna. There’s weird shit happening in the background. But I said I’d get this done.

S4:E9 - The Cabin Scene (#3) AKA Possessiongate pt.2 Electric Boogaloo

So, these aren’t OTS shots anymore and that means that Mike and Will’s conversation has evolved to a point of mutual understanding. They do in fact both agree that this man has to die. Now that it looks like Vecna is targeting Mike and Will can tell, maybe that’s why Will’s kind of freaking out a little bit here. Like saying Vecna/One/Henry needs to die isn’t that shocking. But usually Will is nicer about it.

Why. Why is that thing in the doorway changing shape? At least Will’s kinda half glowing. But that doesn’t make up for the harsh white light on his back. Or whatever’s in the window in the background. It looks a little bit like the piano in the attic at the Creel’s house. Just a bit.

Yeah this is fucking horrifying thanks. (the way the pattern is on the blanket reminds me of Vecna’s face and I hate it). But there’s a yellow shower curtain behind Mike and he’s once again lit by having the light behind him. But not on him.

Y’know? There is absolutely no fucking reason (there very much is- it’s Vecna and foreshadowing and suspense and it’s done in a very cool way) that THIS BULLSHIT HAS TO HAPPEN with that door.

Maybe Mike’s holding onto Will so tightly because something is very wrong- with the both of them- and he’s trying to keep Will safe and tether himself back to reality as well. Mike’s hand is in the light- nevermind. That’s Mike’s left hand. The Vecna associated hand. And it’s in harsh white light. Also- why does it look like there's a white curtain by the ‘no longer a room’ room? There’s a broom by that room as well. And Mike had a broom by the couch. Hm.

Then they get broken out of whatever’s happening here. And we can see Mike’s heart pocket again. And the light comes back.

It’s still a bit iffy, because we only have on point of light in frame now. The side ones have been cropped out. But Mike and Will are both in the light. And I think that’s a good thing.

Mike’s almost fully in the dark, and Will’s the one who has light behind him now, but the fact that we can see Mike’s heart pocket again, when we couldn’t before, makes it seem like we’re okay now.

They look very alarmed at this moment. But that could just be related to the noise outside- the last time they heard cars pull up somewhere they though they were safe they got shot at. So. This would be a warranted reaction to such a noise. But something very bad almost might’ve just happened in this cabin. So that’s also a reason to be alarmed.

Will’s quicker to get moving while Mike sits there for a second. Just staring at Will. If Mike did have an evil evil man with evil evil plans try and take over his mind and use him as a vessel to get to Will, then momentary confusion and shock would be an expected response to that situation. Mike usually moves first, now that I’m thinking about it. So this is a little odd for him.

There’s a square on that blanket. And Max’s hospital gown also has squares on it.

Mike, who really usually is the first person to say something or do something, is trailing behind Will.

And then we don’t see Mike come up and look With him. But we do get this creepy stalker shot of Will. So, Vecna’s definitely aware he’s here.

And then just the contrast between how Nancy and Jonathan are lit, and how Will is lit. Will looks like he’s hiding from something that’s trying to kill him (very real possibility) and Jonathan and Nancy just look normal.

Sure, they’re concerned. But they aren’t ‘stalker shot, something is very wrong with my best friend who I love very much, harsh lighting, I look like I belong in a horror movie’ concerned. And Will’s known Vecna has been alive at least since the hospital, so what ever freaked him out was in the cabin.

And Nancy and Jonathan just finished boarding up one of the windows.

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#the lights #possessiongate #will byers #byler #its not over #but this is all i can do for today #cant believe i lulled myself into a false sense of security #when i already KNEW about all of this

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sibillascribbles08 · 2 years ago

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This week’s tmnt v-day prompt is “I Love You” so... have a proposal alskdjf tho not a typical one.

“I wish you all would stop sleeping in my bed.” Donatello groaned.

“Sorry,” Sunita chimed. “But your house is closest to the entrance.”

“Get home earlier.”

“No.”

Both her and April started laughing over the voice channel as everyone’s character sprites filed out of the farmhouse. Donatello’s was spending his afternoon playing Stardew with not only the girls, but his boyfriend as well who sat in the same room. He used the laptop on his desk while Donatello sat on the floor, insisting it was comfortable.

“Guys.” Donatello groaned again as he watched Sunita and April both immediately leave the farm. “It’s star fruit harvest day.”

“Sorry, but we gotta get to Maru’s.” April insisted. “I’m going to max hearts first.”

“No way,” Sunita argued. “Don’t forget who’s in the lead right now.”

“I’m going to steal all the strawberries soon.”

“Don’t you dare.”

Donatello let their argument fade into the background as he went to work picking the star fruit since, apparently, the bickering girlfriends were more worried about who would win over their bachelorette of choice first. Donatello still didn’t know what NPC he wanted to marry on his file. Way too worried about creating a wine empire. He almost had the final house upgrade, but right now he was taking advantage of summer by filling the crop area with star fruits.

At least the repetitive sound effect of harvesting fruit was soothing, but it took ages for him to walk all the way through the lot, and then he’d have to plant all the new seeds and--

He moved up the screen to see Jase already planting them, already done with five sprinklers worth.

“Oh.” Donatello’s character came to a stop next to his boyfriend. “You got the seeds.”

“Yeah.” Jase said from his desk, but his voice also came over the laptop. “Might as well. But you get to take care of the barn.”

Donatello kept standing there, watching Jase dropping down more seeds.

“I love you.” Donatello let the words jump out of his mouth.

Jase snorted. “For planting seeds?”

He smiled, another idea striking him. “Marry me.”

Jase laughed even louder. His character walked up to stand in front of Donatello’s. “What, like, in game? Or in real life?”

That made his heart sputter in his chest. Game. Of course he meant in game. He hadn’t decided what NPC to marry so why not just marry his boyfriend. Easy solution. But--

“Um...” His face felt so hot he swore he might pass out. “Either?”

The soft tap of fingers drumming over the keys without clicking any of them carried through the room. Nothing but static came in from the headphones, that and the odd chip of a bird or faint buzzing from the games sound effects.

“Yes.” Jase finally said, letting a heart icon pop up over his character sprite. Then he suddenly went back to planting.

“Wait.” Donatello followed him. “Yes to what? To which one?”

“Yes.” Jase snickered, in a way that made it clear he was holding back his laughter. “Yes to both.”

Donatello looked away from the screen and over to Jase. His boyfriend was currently facing away from him, but turned in his seat. His cheeks were bright red, but his smile looked so relaxed.

Donatello shoved his laptop to the side before he stood up and eliminated the distance between them with a single, long stride. Jase spun his chair around just before Donatello held his face, leaning over to press their foreheads together.

“You mean it?” He couldn’t stop smiling, and the buzzing in his chest was reaching a point he swore he’d explode. “You’ll marry me?”

Jase kept laughing, probably in part just to hide his own nerves. “What? Does that surprise you?”

“Well, I don’t know. I’m not doing this right, am I? Don’t most people do something like this on a fancy date? Or perhaps with a gift exchange? Or over a holiday? Or--”

Jase’s hand lightly touched the back of his head before tugging him into a kiss. Ah, an interruption kiss. A sure indicator of “Stop talking, stop thinking.”

So he did, letting himself melt into the contact. He sighed, then bit back a moan as Jase’s hand trailed around his neck to the underside of his chin.

“Uh, guys?”

April’s voice in his headphones made Donatello pull away.

“You guys know you’re not muted, right?” April continued.

Sunita failed to muffle her laughter.

Donatello glared as he looked to the side, as if his best friend was standing there. “Oh, sorry, should we go on a BRB for a bit?”

“If y’all are gonna make out then yeah.”

“I think it’s cute.” Sunita kept giggling. “When’s the wedding. Have you thought about a theme?”

Donatello flinched, then glanced at his boyfriend to see him mirroring his strained expression. “Uh, not yet?”

“Sunita he clearly didn’t plan any of this.” April scoffed. “Do you even have an engagement ring or something?”

“Ah! A ring!” Donatello dove back to his laptop. “That’s it. I have the recipe. I’ll go find a prismatic shard and make one.”

“I meant an actual ring, Donnie.” April shouted.

Jase chuckled, his chair squeaking as he turned back around. “It’s fine. He can buy me a real one later.”

“Oh I will.” Donatello snatched a bunch of spare stone out of their supply chest before racing off to the bus. It was late enough he didn’t need to waste a totem. “And it’s going to look even better than this one.”

“You going to get a rainbow rock and everything?” April asked.

“Well I assume he’d prefer purple.”

“I dunno, maybe it should be green,” Jase said.

“Purple and green.” Donatello mumbled, already thing about design possibilities.

He tried to focus when he got into the cavern, and thankfully there were minimal distractions apart from Sunita and April having casual conversations about how they’d want to propose to each other. Not over a game of stardew valley, they emphasized.

“Can’t lie.” Jase finally joined in the conversation. “It definitely wasn’t what I was picturing.”

“Oh?” Donatello managed to get to floor twenty-six, still no prismatic shard. “What, did you have any proposal plans?”

“Well, if you weren’t going to do it I did consider rigging the lights in our HQ building to spell it out.”

“Aw,” Sunita cooed. “That would have been so cute!”

“Nice and flashy,” April agreed. “Easier to remember than asking it out of nowhere during a video game.”

“Hey.” Donatello snapped as he kept swinging at some serpents. “I am recording this you know. So it’s not like I’ll forget.”

“You should still do something nice when you get the ring.” April insisted.

“Let me ask instead.” Jase snickered.

“No, no.” Donatello looked over at him. “If I’m getting you a ring then I have to be the one to--”

The low chime of the death sound suddenly struck his ears. He looked back at his screen to see his health at zero, everything flashing red.

“Nooooo!” Donatello practically screamed into the mic just as the notification in the in game chat came up.

“Donnie, what?” April snapped at him.

Jase laughed even louder now. “Did you actually just die?”

“Nooo, no no no.” Donatello shook his laptop as the screen transitioned.

“You better not have lost anything important.” April insisted.

“It’s probably fine.” Sunita insisted. “I doubt he took anything that important.”

Right as she said that the list of lost items came up onto the screen. Donatello’s heart dropped to his stomach when he saw all three variants of star fruit were on that list.

“Oh my god.” He dropped his laptop.

“What?” All three of his friends said over the voice channel at the same time.

“Donnie?” April’s voice took on a harsh edge. “What did you lose.”

“The star fruit.” He mumbled.

“All of it!?”

Sunita burst out laughing.

“Donnie are you serious? All three stacks? Why did you even take that with you?”

“I wouldn’t have had to if one of you had helped me pick it.” He snapped back.

Jase let out a long tired sigh. “I want a divorce.”

Donatello looked at him. “What?”

Now April was laughing, so loud her mic kept cutting her voice out.

“Jase we haven’t even gotten married yet. We can’t get a divorce.”

“I’m getting a divorce.” Jase repeated.

“Noooo.” Donatello lay down on the floor, towards Jase. “Darling please, I’m so sorry. Don’t leave me. I love you.”

“Love you more if you didn’t lose all our star fruit.”

“I can get it back!”

“You can only get one stack back!”

Ugh, well that was true. He’d have to prioritize the largest number of them for the wine making.

Donatello kept being dramatic, dragging himself along the floor until he could grip the base of Jase’s chair. “Let me make it up to you some other way.”

“Get off the floor, Donnie.”

“Please.”

“Donnie, time is still passing in game. Get to the guild before it closes.”

Donatello huffed and pulled himself up. He went to move back to his laptop, only for Jase to grab his arm and tug him close again.

“We can talk about how you can make it up to me later.” He whispered before kissing him on the cheek.

The heat returned to Donatello’s face. “I love you.” Once again the words leapt free from his throat.

Jase sighed, but he smiled. “I love you too.”

#scribbly fics #rottmnt #jasonnie #tmntvday #re-reading this makes me chuckle still #next one is gonna be so cute I'm gonna barf #probably

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utterlyinevitable · 2 years ago

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Where It Begins (15/?)

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15. Lie(za Minelli)

Pairing: Colin Bridgerton x Penelope Featherington Format: textfic Chapter Rating: T+

Summary: Pen brushes Colin off. Stella’s sick of her bestie’s BS & the truth comes out.

“What're you doing?” Stella asks, not even bothering to hide her judgment as she rounds the back of their beat up sofa on her way to the kitchenette.

“Nothing,” Penelope retorts.

And it is a whole lot of nothing. Lounging on the couch in her grungiest of pajamas, the past season’s Love Island playing on in the background of their TV again, the curls of her hair fighting against the lingering press of the morning’s flatiron. She’s a sight she wouldn’t want anyone but Stella to see. Even then, Penelope feels exposed under her silver gaze - her knees pulled up to her chest barely act as a shield as Pen’s gaze stays fixed to the phone between her fingers.

Penelope can hear the roll of Stella’s eyes, louder than the clinking of spoon and ceramic. "What’s going on with you two? It’s been almost two years since I met him.”

There’s a pause just long enough for Penelope to begin counting the months since Colin re-appeared in her life.

“Two. Years. Ellie."

“It's complicated.”

“It really isn't.”

Stella perches on the couch frame just behind Penelope’s head, a fresh cuppa cradled in her palms. Penelope tries not to look up at her closest friend, keeps her eyes on her home screen.

“You talk every day,” Stella points out, not at all decently. It’s a lead-filled observation weighing Penelope down, down down down attempting to anchor her to whatever this is. “It's been, what? Six months since you last saw him?”

“Five,” Penelope mutters, “nearly.”

“Don't be one of those girls who lets a man control their life.”

That statement - that goddamn generalization - rings in her ears. Alarm bells ablaze. As if her life wasn’t a joke as is, she doesn’t need another reason to be pitied. Especially where a boy that’s always been miles out of her league is concerned.

“I'm not! We're friends.”

“Friends don't fuck.”

“We haven't since Madrid.”

“Because he's not here!”

“Exactly. He's not here. Ergo we're not together.”

Stella takes a long sip of her tea and her eyes rove over her friend. Some point during their exchange Penelope shifted enough for Stella to get a good look at her phone screen. Of a little folder called ‘Apps’ with 20 notifications. If Penelope feels Stella leaning in, if she hears the hum she makes signaling an change of questioning, she doesn’t acknowledge them.

“How's the apps? You haven't been out in ages.” It’s a gentler statement that the last few. Almost enough for Penelope to forget she’s fishing.

She shrugs. “No one interesting has cropped up.”

There’s that knowing hm again. “You haven't given anyone a chance.”

“I went out with Archie.”

“I set you two up.”

“And it was nice,” Penelope says. Not to appease the skills of her self-appointed matchmaker, but because it was. Archie was lovely and they had a great time, truly. Yet when the night ended and it came down to it, they didn’t kiss. Archie grazed the tips of her fingers with his and before he could get the words out himself, she agreed. She should really have a rule on dating her friends’ brothers. It’s never the right time to ruin everything.

“Just no spark.”

“I'm the first to say I'm rooting for you two but... Penelope, -”

Stella’s cut off by a dainty ding and the two banner notifications that grace center stage of her phone screen.

“Why are you lying to him?” The sheer disbelief in Stella’s tone has Penelope wincing. It doesn’t take much for her to piece together she’s using her roommate as an excuse to end their conversation early. Or maybe it’s because she knows she’s shutting him down again - that she needed their saucy phone conversations to be limited to that night.

“It's complicated.” Penelope is rigid, back straight and sitting up right, her phone shoved between the couch cushions so it couldn’t cause any more damage. She feels caught, like that unassuming fish at the end of Stella’s all too dangerous line. “And I don’t feel like talking right now.”

“Ohmygod,” Stella laments, hopping to her feet. “He’s into you, anyone with eyes can see it!” she’s waving her hand with the half-empty mug towards the window like it’s some form of focus group proof. “And you change when he's around, sparkle somehow.”

That catches Penelope off-guard. For the most part she’s kept her adventures with Colin completely removed from her daily life, always ships in the night. She forgets that when Colin comes round, Stella sees all. Their secret space opens just enough to let one peering bystander through.

“Why don't you just jump in. Give it a go.” It’s not an urgent request, it’s soft and.. and a little sad. Like she’s that stupid little fish stuck on the shore refusing to make her way back to the water.

The unrestrained belief Stella has in her is humiliating.

“It's not that simple, Stell,” Penelope starts with a clearing shake of her head. “We don't have anything in common besides old memories, and even then they're hazy at best. We don't know each other.”

That’s the truth, isn’t it? They only know the parts of the other their willing to share - those best little parts that make this whole thing fun in the first place. They get to be someone completely different than they are now and a more enticing version of the person they new as teens.

“It's holding onto the idea of one another as we were. He hasn't changed, but he has. And I'm the same.” Penelope stops to take a deep breath. To see Stella unguarded and hanging on her every word. Her mind’s playing her next words over and over, trying to find a way around them. But if anyone should hear Penelope Featherington speak the words she’s been holding onto for so long out loud, it should be someone who couldn’t use them against her.

“We're infatuated with the idea of each other and... and that's why this can't be anything other than what it is. Sex when we're in the same town, and lighthearted companionship when we're not.”

Stella looks at her with so much sorrow soaked pity.

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a/n: hello! sorry it’s taken ages to update. i hope this kinda made up for it?

#bridgerton #bridgerton textfic #colin x penelope #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #polin #polic fic

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asoulofatlantis · 2 years ago

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The fact that it seemed like Osborne was helping Claire to make her indebted to him, just for you, with later information, to notice that he actually seriously wanted to help her. Which is, once again, a good reason to replay a game, you can see thing from a different angle, if you have more information than before.

The fact that to this day I am wondering, after multiple playthroughs why Falcom thought it was a good idea to gave us 2 tragic background stories, supported by a cheek kiss from two different woman not just in the same chapter, but one after another. Was it to get what kind of people surround Rean? What kind of Woman that damned lucky bastard can have? How many playthrough do I have to make to understand Falcoms intentions?

Also... I guess at least with Claire, the scene was well deserved. Frist of all, her final scene with Rean in the Night of Promises is not nearly as romantic as was the other girls get and second, because given how Rean is a man now and not a boy anymore, they had to do something with his crush on Claire and her attachment to him. Can’t say I think the scene with Sara makes half as much sense tho...

Now that certainly is information I will need for the Anime. There are speculations that at least one of them is either an Enforcer OR even an Anguise. I should probably take a closer look at that person next Episode. Anyway, I have realized multiple times that my timing for replaying this part of the game couldn’t be any better, given that I just started watching the Northern War Anime. We get some valuable informations here.

It makes you wonder if it takes to be as insane as Shirley is, to stay “sane” in a Jaeger Corps. I mean, people like Rutger, Garreth and Sigmund show that you can spend a lifetime being a Jager. But we if a strong woman like Sara didn’t make it, it makes you wonder what kind of person you must be, to make it. Given what we have seen with our other former-Jaeger-Characters, its likely a lack of heart, conscience and compassion. As we saw with Randy, as soon as you start having a heart, a conscience and compassion, it will get hard to stay in a world full of death and destruction. Which leads back to Shirley, who has gotten somewhat softer compared to Crossbell and yet seems to be absolutely content as a Jaeger. And given what it would take for her to leave the corps... I think I refrain from wishing that she will leave that life behind ^^’ But that too is something that you come to think of, after replaying the game a few times and if more information and after giving it a bit more through. It seemed easy enough to think that most of our “younger” Jaeger who are partly in the spotlight would leave the crops eventually. But for a long time I never thought about what they had lost, to get to that point were they wanted to stop being a Jaeger. And also... what kind of character one wants them to be. We didn’t know Sara, Fie or Randy when they were Jaegers. We do know Shirley as a Jaeger tho and after some times you wonder if you really actually want her to change that much. Especially since she seemed to be made to be a Jaeger, something that apparently did not apply for Sara as well.

To be fair, you can hardly compare Sara with Shirley, given that Sara was a Jaeger so her homeland could survive. Shirley doesn’t have any noble motives. She was born into a corps, raised in a corpse and so she was always part of the corps simply because of that. Fie was adopted into a corps, was probably glad she had a family at all, so no choice there until Rutgers death got her out of it. Then again, Randy was born into the Red Constellation too, never had a noble goal either, but left nothing the less, because of one single painful loss. I hate to break it to myself, but we always come back to this. Giving your thought the chance to make rounds until you come to an conclusion is also part of the good reason to replay the game tho...

Its fun to see moments like those, knowing Jusis is Sister-zoning Millium in CS4 just to be as shippi as possible for those two in Hajimari. Also things to enjoy when you play a game again after playing the later games as well.

The possibility to once again witness Altina going from “She is not my sister” to “The two of us are sisters” in under 3 hours.

The fact that we know at this point that he would do really anything for her...

#Reasons to play CS3

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writinandcrying · 2 years ago

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Hi hello! May I request a matchup with the TMNT fandom?:)

My name is Xena and I’m 5’5, INTJ-T and I go by any pronouns and Omni :)). I’m a Libra / September baby. I’m Latine and have wavy brown hair that barely go past my shoulders, brown eyes and olive skin(I tan pretty quick in the summer too if that’s important) and I’m mid size (full thighs&ass and bit of chub on my stomach & round-ish cheeks) my cheeks are naturally pink too, I wear small square glasses, and my main clothing style is normally a loose crop top, jeans and a hoodie around my waist

I would say my personality is a mix depending on the person. I love to help people as much as I can but I tend to put myself second because of it. With new people I’m very sweet and polite because I’d hate to have a bad impression. But once I’m used to someone I’m very loud and lively. I can be a bit cocky but I love to tease. But with my s/o I can be very affectionate (it’s just I’m sometimes embarrassed to do so 🥲) I hate the feeling of being lonely or to be excluded. I’m very physical with my loved ones, I enjoy to give out hugs, link arms or hold hands with them. Prepping/teasing my s/o kisses is also up there :)). My hobbies are writing fics, drawing or doing a small project when it comes to mind. In my academics I’m really good with physics and maths, and English is one of my top five classes, idk something about numbers and writing makes me feel calm :,)

Hi there! Since you didn’t specify which version, I’ll be doing a more generalized version!

I match you with…

Donnie

I also thought about you and Mikey tho! You could def be best buddies

Besides rottmnt Donnie, and a little bit of 2012 version, I totally se don with a more affectionate reader, it doesn’t really matter if the reader is badass, or more on the soft side/shy, they need to provide that sweet loving, even behind closed doors, he isn’t as vocal as mikey, but he craves that connection as deeply (just like Raphael)

in first meet ups he would be very impressed with your politeness (since it’s not everyday the boys are bless with it) so he would lower his guard a little bit into giving the opportunity to know you (the truly you, if you are down the lair / in the talking stages with the turtles, he has already done a background check on you and made sure you aren’t a threat)

When he finally sees that lively side of you he’s truly excited, specially since you like numbers and physics! Someone he can nerd with!! infodumb, theories, talking about new discoveries and articles on those subjects, he absolutely LOVES talking with you about it, specially to someone who gets it, adores that he can be excited about it without being teased, your visits around the lair has become more expected for him everyday

Confining on Donnie is easy, he’s so welcoming, makes you feel safe and heard, he has a way into making you feel that you can just tell him everything, and your secrets will be safe and sound. Don has noticed patterns on how you don’t like feeling excluded, but he feels like your friendship has reached a mile stone whenever you told him about your concerns, you trust him enough to actually voice your issues, that means the world for him

Don couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he was already infatuated with you from that point, he really admired how affectionate you could be with his brothers, by either giving hugs, being a good friend, and everyday he wished he got the longest hug, most of your attention during hangouts, when he finally realized his feelings, it would take a LOT of him to act on it, but he couldn’t let this turn into a April fiasco 2.0, he wouldn’t allow só thing to happen twice

After you two got into a relationship, he REALLY craves your attention and affection, my god, loves it way too much to cup your face and gives you pecks across your cheeks, lips, tip of your nose, you name it, really enjoy taking his sweet time, specially if he can feel the heat growing on your face under his fingertips

lowkey adores when you get shy bc he gets it, he also gets embarrassed sometimes to show affection (even if he loves to show it,specially to see your reactions from it) so the begging of the relationship might be a bit slow, but it’s so endearing to see, extremely cute!

Your physics/math dates still are a weekly thing, but now you two always have to be physically connected some how, either you sitting on his lap, liking pinkies, his arm lazily around your around you back, drawing patterns with his fingers, he adores not only feeling intellectually connected and heard, but physically as well

He will help you with whichever project you are currently working on, or wants to! Please share your ideais with him, and listen to his as well :) , doing projects with Donnie is really fun, plus, he knows humans can’t go on and on AND ON like him, working on endlessly, so he sets up little breaks for you two, which are extremely helpful for him as well (cuz god knows he also needs to rest)

He likes when you share your writing wips with him, you can tell a lot about someone by their writing style and favorite tropes, so it’s like learning about you in a… unconventional way? He feels it’s more personal than just telling your feelings, he knows you gotta trust someone to show something so deep as artistic work, there’s a lot of feelings underneath, so he takes this with a lot of respect, the only thing Donnie will every correct is grammar cuz he can’t let it slide lmao (but hey; you will have a proof reader for free! Yay!)

Overall: Donnie is a sweetheart, will support you on anything and everything you do or wants to, 10/10 bf

Hope you liked it! Matchups are closed (for now)

#tmnt x reader #tmnt headcannons #tmnt match up #giulia writes #tmnt #donnie x reader

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briamichellewrites · 4 months ago

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2002. Everything Bria touched turned to gold. The short film she and Topher did was getting great reviews. Critics praised her acting, as well as the film itself. Topher gave her friends and parents a screening after it was completed. They all gathered in her theatre room. She provided them with snacks, drinks and blankets. The film was forty minutes long, but she wanted them to be comfortable. There were no sex scenes because she wasn’t comfortable with that.

During the bar scenes, she was shown having a non-alcoholic drink since she was underage. Everything worn during the film was their own clothes. They hired a hair and makeup team, along with a film crew from UCLA Film School. It was mostly because it was less expensive than hiring professionals. However, it was also a great opportunity to give them real-world experience.

Topher had them submit applications. He then picked the ones he thought were the best. For the dancing scenes, he had to get the rights to use The Sound of Music. He was able to buy them with financial support from Bria. Jasper was hired as a crew leader. He got instructions from Topher, who relayed them to the rest of the crew. Working on the film was a great idea for him. After officially retiring, he enjoyed not having to make all the decisions.

His co-workers brought him a cake. The staff came to say goodbye to him and thank him for his years of being a doctor. They would miss him. Bria was not there because she had to work. She ordered his favourite meal and had it sent to him and her mother. Just so he didn’t have to cook. He greatly appreciated it. She also sent him a card of congratulations.

Mike saw parallels between his relationship with Bria and the one on film. Especially the fighting and the resentment between the two characters. The dialogue felt real and believable. They laughed when during an argument scene, Micha meowed loudly in the background. Almost as if he was improvising. They stopped arguing and looked at him. She went over and picked him up before sitting on the couch. Topher’s character came over and sat down next to her.

“What do you want me to do? I’m losing my mind here because... I love you so much. But I’m not going to be your second choice.”

“You’re my first choice. I try to prove that every fucking day. I love you, too.”

“No. No, you don’t. If you loved me, you would make time for me.”

Mike started crying silently. He wanted to crawl into the screen and tell him he was making the mistake of his life. But, he couldn’t. The post-breakup was shown with him trying to work on his book and her rehearsing for her upcoming performance with her instructor. She is shown practising in a leotard, cropped t-shirt and ballet shoes. The scenes were shot at UCLA with students and staff in the audience during her performance.

Her dancing was real. She danced like she did as a child. They could see the joy she had when she was performing in front of a crowd. She was wearing the same leotard and shoes. The scene was Jasper’s favourite because he got to watch her dance. She had to do it over and over until Topher got the shots he wanted.

When she took her bow, she spotted Topher in the crowd. He had shown up for her. They shared a smile before the screen went black. Oh my god! They got up and clapped whilst the credits ran. Topher got up and bowed. He then gestured to Bria, who also bowed.

Mike wiped his tears from his face. Meow! Micha wanted attention, so he walked in like he owned the place. They laughed. Bria had them take as many snacks and drinks as they wanted. Rob asked Micha what he thought about being in the short film. He answered him by licking his paw and using it to clean his face. Dave asked if that was a good thing. She had no idea.

They laughed again. Since it was early in the evening, they continued hanging out. Though Christina and Jasper excused themselves. They had a cat they needed to go home to. Bria hugged them and thanked them for coming, as did Topher. They then sat back down. It had been quite the year. Rob asked about her modelling career. It was keeping her busy. What was she doing? She signed a contract with Chanel to be the face of their brand.

That meant doing print work. What was that? It was advertised in magazines, newspapers, billboards and online. Anything that didn’t involve television commercials. She had to learn how to walk down the runway at “runway school”. It was not as easy as it looked, especially in heels. They laughed. Warner wanted her back in the studio, so she was finding time to do that.

Even though she was a singer first, she was okay with putting it on hold for years. What about her and Topher? No. As adorable as he was, they were not dating. She was happy being single because she was so busy. Her manager was going through offers for her to do acting work. How long was her contract? It was for two years. She would decide what she wanted to do when it expired next year. Whether it was modelling, acting or singing.

Was she still sober? Yes, she was. They congratulated her. Thank you! Being busy helped distract her from her cravings.

“My mom called me because she saw you in a magazine. She was at the dentist’s and she was waiting for her appointment. It was at like ten in the morning and I was just waking up when my phone went off. I was half asleep and she was telling me about seeing you. It took me awhile to get what she was trying to say. She was so excited, she had to call and tell me.”

“That’s adorable”, Brad said with a laugh.

“It was so adorable.”

They laughed. Meow. Princess was hungry when Jasper and Christina arrived home. She met them at the door when they walked in. He crouched down to her and asked her what she wanted. Food! She meowed again. He got up and followed her to the kitchen. She stopped to make sure he was following her. He was. She ran over to her bowl.

Once she was served like the Queen she was, she started eating. It was time for dinner. Jasper was full of energy as he went to the refrigerator. She helped him since she was starting to see the symptoms of mania. He found chicken broth, vegetables, noodles and chicken breast. They worked together to make chicken noodle soup. Because he was distracted, she had him wash the vegetables in the sink after he washed his hands.

He did. Once they were washed, he handed them back to her. She used paper towels to dry them off before cutting them. He stayed away because he didn’t want to get cut. Instead, he poured the chicken broth into the stainless steel pot. They should have preheated the oven first, but oh well. They just had to watch it.

Once the oven was ready, they added the vegetables and noodles. He got a wooden spoon and stirred everything together. She added a chopped-up onion to give it flavour. It was ready within a half hour. She made sure he turned off the stove. He double-checked. Yes, he did. He got a ladle and served her up a bowl. Thank you. They kissed before he poured himself a bowl and brought it to his place at the dining room table.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon

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peachycoreroo · 4 years ago

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the forbidden fruit | zeke yeager

summary: zeke was like a second father to you and you were his favorite little girl. maybe, it wasn't normal to like your dad's best friend that much, but who cares if it's normal when it feels this good.

pairing: dad’s best friend!zeke x college fem!reader

genre: smut, pwp

word count: 5.4k

warnings: age gap, vaginal penetration, lowkey pseudo-cest bc you call zeke 'uncle', daddy kink, oral fem!receiving, fingering, oral m!receiving, mini degradation, praise kink, a few spanks, choking, zeke spits in your mouth, usage of ‘slut’, ‘whore’ and ‘slutty’, bunny as a pet name, kinda exhibitionism?, manipulation, corruption kink, dub-con vibes but you actually want it, jealousy, mentions of alcohol, smoking, dumbification, manhandling, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up kids), creampie, size kink

authors note: this is for @weepinglevi‘s adult movie tropes collab, thank you sm for letting me join!! def check out the other amazing fics in this collab<3 this is a lot darker than my other stuff so far, but i had so much fun writing it, so enjoy my first piece for aot!! here’s a link to my masterlist

uncle zeke, or uncle zuzu as you liked to call him when you were still a child, has always been your favorite person since you were little. technically, you weren’t blood-related, but you might as well have been with how integrated into your family he was.

him and your father were best friends since middle school and you did call him ‘daddy’ a lot back then as a three-year-old, when you couldn’t grasp the concept of him not also being your dad. he was there for your birth, your childhood, your embarrassing teens and now even for your 20th birthday.

you don’t exactly know when the thing happened though.

one day, you were all a big, happy family and the next you suddenly realized, how attractive zeke yeager really was. maybe, it was the way you noticed that he was so much more athletic and broader than your father as they walked around your pool in their swimming trunks on a hot summer day. maybe, it was the way you suddenly became aware of how tall he really was, when you tried to reach a cup on a shelf too high, only to feel his presence directly behind you with his chest against your back as he reached his arm above your head and grabbed the cup, only to hand it to you with a teasing ‘you should really try this thing called growing. i heard it does wonders against high shelfs.’ or maybe, it was the way you finally registered how his gray eyes shamelessly checked you out as you walked around in your flimsy crop tops and shorts, barely covering anything.

it was so wrong, but that didn’t mean you would stop your little teasing. your dresses got shorter and shorter, dropping your keys on purpose on the way out just to flash him your lacy panties. hugging him longer than usual as he was leaving, just to press your breasts up against his hard chest. you wanted him to know you weren’t a little girl anymore. you wanted his mind to be filled with lewd thoughts about you. only you.

even when you left for college, you couldn’t stop thinking about the blond man, especially when you were in your bed late at night, with your hand stuffed in your panties and your mouth whimpering his name into the pillow. images of him, with his hard cock in a large palm, pleasuring himself with you on his mind, groaning your name, always brought you to an orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. you knew the only way to quench your need for this man was by having him, no matter how rotten your desire was.

at last, it was finally your birthday, and you couldn’t wait to get home and act upon your ploy to seduce zeke yeager. it was a foolproof plan really. nobody would even suspect you were trying to rile your favorite uncle up, and he would only react, if he wanted you just as much. what better gift for your birthday, than ultimately having the forbidden fruit you’ve been trying to deny yourself of for so long.

“happy birthday, angel!”, your family exclaimed excitedly as you came downstairs. you quickly scanned the room to see uncle zeke already sitting in his usual spot on an armchair in the corner of the living room, getting up and joining your parents at the bottom of the stairs when he noticed your presence.

knowing that he was there, you finally smiled happily, thanking them softly before being pulled into a tight embrace by zeke. “yeah, happy birthday, angel”, he lowly murmured into your ear as he pressed you firmly against him, goosebumps erupting at his slightly suggestive tone.

“thank you, uncle zuzu”, you whispered back, squeezing him tight, hoping to get the message across that you were more than happy to be in his arms.

alas, you were forced to part as your mother shoved him to the side to embrace you, your dad jokingly complaining about you going for a hug with your favorite first instead of your parents, in the background.

“well, i can’t help that i’m so much cooler to her than you”, zeke retorted playfully, earning him a light-hearted punch to the arm from your father.

the rest of the day felt like an eternity. it’s not that you didn’t enjoy spending time with your parents, especially if zeke was there, but the prospect of getting the blond male to act upon your, hopefully, mutual desires, had you looking at the clock more times than you would like to admit.

“are you waiting for something?”

you quickly snapped out of your daydreams of what could happen later, as the man with the main role in them sat down closely beside you, your thighs brushing against each other. you couldn’t help your gaze lingering where your skin touched before blinking up at him through your lashes, only to see him grinning down at you, clearly amused by your stare. time for the first part of the mission.

“oh yeah, i’ll be going clubbing with a few friends later.”

“clubbing?”, zeke pressed with a frown, “and your parents are letting you?”

zeke has always been very overprotective of you. your dad joked that it’s because you’re basically like his daughter, but you hoped it was more than that. that’s why you were counting on his overprotectiveness to eventually lead you to the desired outcome of the day aka you, stuffed full of his cum.

“mmm, yeah. it’s my 20th birthday uncle zeke, not my 10th, you know. i’m an adult”, you retorted provocatively before getting up. “’m gonna go get ready.”

you could swear you felt his irritated glare burn into your back as you made your way upstairs, grinning at the first bit of your plan succeeding.

the second step, was your appearance. just a week before that, you went shopping for the shortest dress you could find, ready to turn heads, or specifically, one head. shower, hair, makeup, baby pink lace underwear, see-through tights, black dress. you haven’t felt this hot and confident in a while with college forcing you to wear hoodies and sweatpants all day every day. no way in hell were you going to make yourself suffer through endless lectures in cute skirts and dresses.

five minutes before your friends came, one of your essential male friends included, you decided to head downstairs to make sure zeke had enough time to admire how hot you looked.

as you came downstairs, you could hear your dad exclaiming ‘look at my beautiful girl, all grown up’, making zeke turn around. goosebumps erupted as you felt his eyes slowly trail along your figure, your skin tingling where his gaze burned into your exposed skin.

you did a full spin, showing off your outfit to the three people in your living room, but only caring about the opinion of one. to your disappointment, you didn’t quite get the reaction you wanted, with zeke turning back around to your mother, continuing to talk about whatever.

no matter how much you hated it, you couldn’t stop the jealousy crawling up your tightening throat, making you sick with disgust. you knew your mother was just as much as a friend to the man of your desires as your father, but it didn’t stop you from feeling this way. you wanted his eyes on you and not some other woman, even if that woman was your own mother.

as if on cue, the doorbell rang out, your mood immediately lifting at the chance that the third step of your plan finally elicits a much-craved reaction from zeke.

you opened the door, your best friends immediately throwing themselves at you, screaming their congratulations and complimenting your attire. just like you hoped, the boy you’ve been friends with and flirted with since high school, jean kirstein, was the last one to congratulate you. he hugged you tight, leaning down, whispering a low ‘happy birthday, pretty girl. you look good enough to eat’, at the same time as your parents and zeke came into the foyer.

the hug you shared with jean lasted just a tad too long for it to count as appropriate, with you giggling excessively at his comment just to be sure that zeke heard it. and as you parted to say goodbye to your family, your flirty friend kept his strong arm around your waist, as though it belonged there.

you don’t miss the way zeke glared at jean’s arm around you or the way he had the slightest frown on his face as he told you to ‘have fun and be careful’, but when you turned around and left the house to get into jean’s car, disappointment filled you when you realized that the blond male didn’t do anything to keep you from going. all this planning and finger crossing for nothing. ‘happy fucking birthday to me’, you bitterly thought, as you drove off into the night, mood already completely ruined.

after hours of trying to enjoy the end of your birthday even for a bit, you finally had enough. jean took you home, trying to make out with you on the backseat of his car in the parking lot, but as tempting as the idea of letting him fuck zeke yeager out of your mind sounded, you couldn’t bring yourself to. the fact that today was supposed to be the day you got your dad’s best friend right where you wanted him, was enough to make you crave a nice shower and your warm bed. you couldn’t wait for this day to end.

when jean pulled up to your house, you parted ways with a quick kiss and a cheeky promise of tomorrow, before making your way into the house. it was already 3 a.m., so you were sure everybody was already asleep, as you quietly made your way inside.

“there you are. welcome back, pretty girl.”

at hearing zeke’s raspy voice out of nowhere, you flinched and let out an unvoluntary squeak. what was he doing here?

you brought your hand to your heart, feeling it hammer against your chest, your eyes snapping to the spot your dad’s best friend was sitting in, in the kitchen. “uncle zeke! you scared me, what are you still doing here?”

as you made your way into the kitchen, you finally noticed the empty tequila bottle on the table and your unconscious father, snoring on the coach in the living room, just a few feet away.

“mmm, wanted to make sure you come home safely after your dad passed out, so i waited for you”, he casually retorted while his grey eyes inspected you from head to toe. smeared lipstick, a light sheen of sweat on your skin and your dress hiked up dangerously high on your thighs.

feeling small under his calculating gaze, you once again looked at your sleeping dad and gestured towards the bottle. “guess you also had a wild party going on?”

“mh, your dad’s just a lightweight.”

the air inside the kitchen was heavy and suffocating. you knew something was wrong with the way zeke wouldn’t stop staring at you and only answered with short sentences, his usual playful chattiness nowhere to be seen.

trying to get rid of the awkwardness and your nervousness, you asked: “where- uh, where’s mom?”

“asleep”, was the short answer you got, making you even more uneasy than before. “oh, w-well. i’m gonna go and also hit the hay. thanks for staying up for me uncle zeke, good night.”

“stop.”

this one word made you halt in your tracks just as you were about to turn around, making you look questioningly back at him. what you didn’t expect however, was to see zeke yeager spread his thighs and pet one of them with a simple ‘sit down, angel.” somehow, the pet name sounded condescending as it left his lips, but that didn’t stop your pussy from clenching at the sight of him with his legs wide open, looking positively inviting like never before.

your gaze quickly flickered towards the unconscious figure in the armchair, but even that couldn’t stop you when uncle zeke was offering you to sit on his lap, like you dreamed of for so long.

your legs slowly took you towards the spot he was sitting in, only for him to pull you on one of his thighs as soon as you were in his reach. his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, while the other found its place on your thigh, your heartrate skyrocketing at the close proximity.

not really knowing what to do with your hands and where to look, you once again brought your gaze to your dad in the living room, having the perfect view of him from your position on zeke’s lap, your fingers interlocked in your own lap as to not touch him too much.

“how was the party?”, he questioned seemingly nonchalant, but his tone had a certain edge to it, that made you feel as if you were being scolded.

you chuckled nervously, keeping your eyes locked on your unconscious father, as you started uttering: “oh, uh… it was- “

only to have zeke’s palm grab your cheeks, squeezing them together in a pout, as he turned your head towards him, forcing you to focus your gaze on him.

“did you fuck him?”

zeke was watching your expression closely when he practically growled the question, taking note of how your eyes widened, your breath deepened, and your thighs automatically pressed together as the meaning of his imposing words settled in.

the jealousy could practically be grabbed as it rolled off the blond male in waves and you knew, that if you wanted your birthday wish to come true, you had to play the part of the innocent and unsuspecting little girl.

“wha-? no!”, you exclaimed supposedly offended and distraught that he would even ask such a thing, as best as you could with your lips pressed together in a pout by his large palm.

the man’s dark grey – were they always this dark? – eyes narrowed as you seamlessly pretended to not know what he was hinting at, but the way you immodestly battered your eyelashes at him, one hand finding it’s way onto the palm that was squeezing your plush thigh, showed him at you weren’t as oblivious as you feigned to be.

“no, huh?”, he chuckled darkly, his hand leaving your face to push you down onto your knees between his legs instead, “then you’re not against helping your dear uncle with a certain issue, or are you baby?”

stammering out a little confused ‘what?’, you quickly checked whether your dad was still asleep, only for yeager’s palm to return to its place on your cheeks, squeezing them once again as he yanked your head back towards him. “don’t act like a brainless, useless slut, angel. it really doesn’t suit you. you’re my smart little girl, aren’t you?”

the sickly-sweet tone he used worked like a charm on your praise-starved brain. you wanted to please him and be his good girl, no matter what it took.

looking up at him with big, wide eyes, a drop of drool fell from your pouty lips onto his jean-clad crotch when he tightened his hold on your cheeks as you nodded like an obedient little toy, making him smile proudly.

“that’s my girl. now,”, he declared, unbothered by the tiny wetness seeping into his pants, his veiny hands made quick work of his belt and zipper, “show me how much you want to help your uncle zeke.”

just the sight of him whipping out his hard cock out of the confinements of his jeans and boxers, was enough to make a small pool of wetness gush out of your cunt, not that it mattered anyway. your lacy panties were already long soaked just from sitting on his lap.

zeke’s cock was longer and definitely thicker than you could’ve ever imagined, bigger than any you’ve ever taken with a prominent vein running on the underside, the tip flushed in a pretty pink. the saliva collecting in your mouth at the prospect of having him down your throat soon made you swallow hard, while you waited for his next instructions, not wanting to disappoint him by acting impulsively.

seeing his best friends’ daughter so submissive and eager-to-please on her knees between his legs as said best friend laid, passed out, just a few feet away, made zeke’s cock twitch. he knew it was sick and wrong, but he has always been a weak man when it came to you.

“go ahead, sweetheart. make uncle zeke feel good.”

at his permission to go, you nearly lunched forward, your pretty lips coated in sticky lipgloss instantly wrapping around the sensitive tip of his dick, making him groan deeply somewhere in the back of his throat.

you alternated between swirling your tongue around his cockhead and slowly sucking, as zeke put a cigarette between his lips, lightning it. normally, you hated the foul smell of nicotine and complained numerous times about how much you hated smokers but… the sight of it dangling between his thick fingers, as his other hand lost itself inside your hair, guiding your head to bob up and down on his length, awakened something deep in you, that you didn’t even know existed.

it didn’t help that while every other person reeking of smoke repulsed you, the same scent clinging to zeke brought you a sense of comfort. the fact that he also looked hot as fuck doing it, certainly didn’t hurt.

above you, the tall man made sure to let his eyes wander to your father from time to time, mostly keeping them locked on your lewd expression and your full lips wrapped around his cock though. he knew that the man a few feet away was a heavy sleeper, especially when drunk, so he wasn’t afraid of letting you know just how pleased he was with you.

“that’s a good girl. doing so good for me, want me to cum down your throat, sweetheart?”

you mumbled a small ‘please’ around his cock, causing him to groan huskily as your vocal cords vibrated against his sensitive tip. knowing he was almost there, you hallowed your cheeks and tightened your throat, wanting him to lose himself in the inviting warmth of your mouth.

as soon as zeke felt himself teetering at the edge, he couldn’t stop himself from quickly putting out the cig in his hand and holding your head still with his large palms as he started frantically thrusting up in your mouth. having zeke use you to chase his own high made you clench around nothing as you gagged around his length, doing your best to try and keep your jaw slack just so you could hear the man praising you again.

at the feeling of you choking on his cock, zeke’s head fell back as he moaned hoarsely, the sound going straight to the fire in the pit of your stomach already forming just from sucking him off and hearing his erotic grunts.

on the next thrust inside your warm, wet mouth, zeke emptied himself in the back of your throat with a low growl of ‘good fucking girl’, making you whine around his dick. the blond pulled you off as you started coughing, instructing you to ‘swallow, angel.’ being the whipped, little toy you did as you were told, looking up at him as you licked the remaining cum of your spit covered lips.

zeke smirked at your sensual display, whilst he stood up, pulling you up to your feet, only to push you against the dinner table and impatiently smash his lips against yours.

you had half the mind to think about how he didn’t even seem to care that his sticky cum still lingered in your mouth as he kissed you before your brain completely shut down because you were making out with zeke yeager.

strong palms wandered up your thighs under your short dress, cupping your ass while the flimsy fabric rode up as a consequence of his wandering hands. the display of strength as he easily lifted you up on the hard surface behind you, made your head spin. everything this man was doing had you weak in the knees and if you weren’t already seated, you were convinced your legs would’ve given out underneath you.

as yeager made room for himself between your thighs, spreading them in the process, your arms found their place around his broad shoulders, pulling him down even closer towards you as you tasted the whiskey and smoke on his slightly chapped lips. you could hear his soft chuckle at the displeased whimper you let out when he removed himself from you, before tracing his thumb faintly over your clothed clit. just that slightest contact with your puffy bundle of nerves had your hips twitching up, your face heating up at the obvious display of his effect on you.

“aww, is my slutty little baby desperate for her favorite uncle?”, he asked in mock empathy, ripping your tights like it was nothing, before his eyes soaked up the sight of your baby pink lace panties completely ruined by your slick.

“i see you were ready for something to happen today. were you hoping the little boy from earlier would fuck you?”, he almost snarled the question, before adding: “or were you hoping for me, bunny? are these pretty panties just for me?”

as your core gushed out more of your juices at the pet name, you obediently shook your head at his accusation of you dressing up for jean, mewling out: “y-you, daddy. only you.”

zeke closed his eyes to compose himself when his cock twitched alive once again at the sweet melody of you calling him daddy. he knew this was the point of no return. he could’ve stopped this before, he was sure of that, but not anymore. not when you oh so sweetly called out for your daddy to take care of you.

in one swift motion, your panties were gone and thrown into a dark corner of the kitchen, the only light illuminating the space coming from the turned-on lamp in the foyer from when you came home. forcing you to recline back as zeke lifted your legs up on his muscular shoulders, you shuddered as his hot breath hit your drenched pussy.

after just one kitten lick to your core, you heard zeke’s pleased hum, mumbling something along the lines of ‘just as sweet as you, bunny’, but you couldn’t tell for sure because the very next second he was diving tongue first into you, sucking, licking, and slurping like it’s his last meal. the moan that left you at his intense ministrations was downright pornographic and you could only clench around nothing as his large palm came up to silence you.

“as much as i’d love to listen to your cries, sweet thing, gonna wake your parents up if you keep at it”, he muttered against your sensitive clit, the vibrations only making you mewl against his hand.

your hands tried to find purchase somewhere, the hard surface of the table, your plush thighs, before your nails finally got a grasp of his blond locks, using the leverage as an advantage to push his face even further into your slick cunt.

the obscene, wet sounds that echoed in the room were making your face heat up, but the embarrassment didn’t stop you from grinding desperately against his tongue, his thick beard rubbing painfully but oh so deliciously against the delicate skin of your inner thighs.

when you felt two of his thick fingers probe at your entrance before pushing in, instantly hitting that one spot inside you, you threw your head back as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, thighs trembling against his head as you reached your peak around his digits. your back arched off the wooden table, thighs snugly pressing against the sides of his head, almost suffocating him in the process, while you moaned a long, high-pitched ‘daddy’ against his palm.

zeke yeager could proudly say that he’s had his fair share of women, but the sight of you, succumbing to the pleasure he was providing you with, was by far the most erotic he had the privilege of witnessing. the mix of your cross-eyed expression, your sloppy cunt clenching impossibly around his thick fingers and your body twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm, only fueled his desire to see you go dumb on his fat cock.

a hard slap against the fat of your right thigh caused you to squeal, your legs sliding down from his shoulders, completely limp from all the spent energy. zeke leaned down, once again capturing your lips in a heated make out. his warm tongue still had the distinct taste of your release on it as it slipped between your lips, his full beard soaked in your juices scratching against your cheeks and chin, but you certainly didn’t mind as long as you could have him between your legs, mouths interlocked.

“wanna see your cute lil’ ass while i wreck you, bunny. can you turn around for daddy?”, he questioned, voice raspy, but he didn’t actually wait for an answer, grabbing your hips in a bruising grip and flipping you over on your stomach, ass pressed up against his crotch already. not being able to control yourself at another clear display that his muscles weren’t just for show, your hips automatically grinded back against his painfully hard cock.

another strong blow was delivered, this time to your bouncy behind, your small mewl echoing in the large space. “slutty, desperate whores aren’t appreciated here, bunny. thought you were daddy’s good, little girl? guess daddy was wrong about you”, zeke sighed in faux disappointment, knowing you would do anything for him to keep praising you.

“n-no! am your good, little girl! ‘m sorry, daddy, please don’t leave”, you practically sobbed out, to drunk on his touch to realize the manipulative undertone in his phrasing.

smirking victoriously, the blond tenderly smoothed his huge palm, with his fingers covered in your already dried up essences, over your ass check, his fat tip nudging against your soaked entrance, whilst he shh-ed you, promising that he’s ‘not gonna leave you bunny, ‘m all yours.’

at the promise of him belonging to you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, just as yeager decided to push his aching dick into your tight pussy. at the first bump against your gummy walls, you both knew no one would ever be able to compare. it was a tight fit as he continued to push past the resistance of your cunt, hissing at the continuous contractions around his sensitive cock. no way in hell, he thought to himself as he already had to hold himself back from cumming as if he were some virgin all over again.

when he finally bottomed out, his patience was close to non-existent, so without waiting for you to adjust, he started thrusting in you like a mad man. your hands flew out to grab the other edge of the wooden surface to have some kind of support, as his powerful thrusts made the whole table shake and drag across the tiled floor.

“’s too much, daddy! slow down!”, you wailed, knowing full well that this was exactly what you waited for all this time. the dark chuckle that left his panting and grunting mouth told you that he was also very aware of the fact that you didn’t actually want him to slow down, so the only reaction you got, besides his acknowledging chuckle, were his thrusts picking up in speed.

after another strong hit to your jiggling ass and a groan that sounded suspiciously like ‘such a perfect ass’, zeke leaned over you, completely covering you with his large frame. his hand found its way to your front, giving your tits a quick squeeze through your dress, before continuing its journey up, finally settling around your neck.

as it constricted around your neck, thick fingers expertly pressing against the pressure points, restricting the air flow oh so deliciously, your spit-covered lips fell open in a silent ‘o’, the act lurching you impossibly closer to your orgasm. at this point, the only coherent words you were able to formulate were ‘yes’, ‘daddy’ and ‘please’, causing the tall man’s chest to fill with pride at your dumbed out state.

“my cute, submissive, little bunny. have i fucked you stupid with my cock?”, he teased, only to get his confirmation by the lack of response on your side, too far gone to process that he asked a question.

the rhythmic clenching of your warm core reminded him that his dick was practically begging him to let it stuff you full of his sticky cum, so as his grip on your throat and hip tightened even more, he let his carnal desires take over as he rutted impossibly faster inside you.

every thrust caused his fat tip to poke harshly against your cervix, the feeling of pain only fueling your pleasure, as you silently took all your favorite uncle was giving you. somewhere in the back of your mind the thought of your father sleeping just in the next room flew around, but it quickly got fucked back out by zeke’s fat cock.

at the next rough plunge inside your warm walls and the low growl of ‘cum on daddy’s fucking cock, bunny’ directly beside your ear, you came undone with a loud moan of his name. you were pretty sure the force of your orgasm made you blackout for a second, because the next time you came to your senses, zeke was shooting his load inside your inviting cunt directly at your cervix, your name leaving his lips like a prayer.

you were exhausted. your whole body shook and twitched, your stomach hurt from being pressed against the edge of the dinner table for so long, sweat dripping down on the surface from your face and neck.

suddenly the room was way too quiet, safe for the heavy breathing and your occasional whimpers. slowly, zeke pulled out, only to spread your cheeks apart to take a good luck at your abused pussy pushing out his white cum. it slowly trickled down your legs, mixing with your leaked juices on the tiles beneath your feet.

not having the energy to move, you let the blond male pull down your dress back over your ass, listening to the rustle of fabric and belt clicking as he got dressed again. just as he gently helped you stand-up again, you could hear a yawn coming from the doorway that led to the living room.

“what’re you both doing?”, your half-awake father asked as he made his way through the kitchen past you to get to the foyer. your nails dug into zeke’s muscular forearms as the panic of getting caught formed in the pit of your stomach, only to hear the older man murmur a casual, seemingly sleepy ‘she just got home, gonna go sleep now’, as though he wasn’t blowing out your back just a few minutes prior.

with an unsuspecting ‘’aight, night you two’, your dad disappeared in the shared bedroom with your sleeping mother.

“fuck”, you breathed out, stressed at almost being caught and your legs buckling, only for zeke’s strong arms to hold you up right.

“hey, look at me, angel”, the male softly demanded, gaze tender as your eyes met his. “i’ll bring you to bed and clean up here, okay? don’t worry about a thing.”

a sleepy, but happy smile stretched itself across your lips at him caring for you so deeply.

“open your mouth, sweetheart.”

without second-guessing the request, you obediently opened your mouth, only to feel his saliva hit your outstretched tongue. the taste made you mewl needily as you realized what it all meant. you were his and he was yours.

zeke chuckled, amused by your blissed out expression, before pecking your lips, picking you up and caring you to your room with you mumbling a satisfied ‘best birthday ever’ against his neck.

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hooman4ever · 3 years ago

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‘What Not to Wear In a Trial’ !Slight NSFW! Frank Morrison |The Legion| x GN Reader

Contains: Slut Wear, Perverted Frank

Every now and then the Entity liked to switch it up. Dawning the survivors in new outfits like a child playing with dolls would. It would always happen when a trial started leaving you disoriented for a second. Usually, you would be able to gather yourself quickly ignoring whatever the Entity had decided to doll you up in until the trial was over. Only then were you allowed to truly look at the garments you were 'gifted' your old ones usually folded at the end of your bed in the cabin you slept in.

This time though when you felt yourself coming to, crows cawing in the background, you paused as you looked down your eyes going wide as your brain short-circuited. There you were standing in the middle of a cornfield in nothing but a skimpy skirt and crop top with thigh highs clinging to your legs. You weren't even allowed shoes it seemed as the cold dirt seeped into the pads of your feet only protected by the sheer fabric encasing your legs. "Shit-" you muttered your arms wrapping around your shivering body the cold was eating you alive as you walked through the field looking for a generator. You just wanted this trial to be over with.

Finally, you had found a abandoned gen hidden between a few walls. Couching down you got to work letting your hands slip into the machine before fiddling with the gears. The bottom of your ass was undoubtedly visible and you once again cursed the entity. A gust of cold wind came by forcing your skirt to flutter upward exposing the panties underneath for a second. Pulling your hands out of the machine you flattened the cloth against you as the machine popped loudly exploding in your face.

A low whistle got your attention as your heartbeat began picking up heavy steps sounding near you. "What a view that was." Frank- was walking near you his face obscured by his mask the bloody smile making your stomach churn with disgust. "Oh yeah? Fuck you!" you spat out your voice loud and your middle fingers raised high. Your stance reminds Frank of a hissing kitten fur on end and claws out. The thought made him chuckle.

His eyes wandered up your legs. Despite the mask, you could tell he was looking down from the way his head had tilted. The skirt was riding up bunching up on your legs much to Frank's joy. Giving him the perfect opportunity to ogle you. "So- you get all pretty for me?" he asked his tone mocking as he took a threatening step closer one which you mirrored by backing up. "You wish asshole." in spite of your position you couldn't help but antagonize the killer in front of you. He laughed smiling behind his mask "Oh trust me- right now I'm wishing for a lot more than a look."

You were sure your face was a deep red as heat flooded your cheeks at the bold statement.

"If it were up to me," he took a step closer "You would be down on the ground naked."

A lump formed in your throat. For once you were at a loss for words.

"Awh what happened." he asked your unusual silence obvious to him "Cat got your tongue?" he jeered rushing forward suddenly. You were caught off guard and yelped as you tripped over your feet in your attempt to run.

You were a tangle of limbs on the ground and Frank laughed as he joined you in the dirt pinning you down beneath him. "Looks like I caught me a little whore." he said one of his hands holding you down as the other gripped your leg right above the thigh highs.

His fingers dug into your flesh as he gave a squeeze practically moaning at the feeling of your skin. "It's been too long," he said his voice low as he talked to himself. Just then it hit you how you had been without a partner since you had come to this realm. Not once had you had the time to take care of yourself due to the trials and lack of privacy around the camp. It had been forever or at least that's how it felt to you and Frank at that moment.

All the pent-up feelings hit you hard the pressure of his hand on your leg becoming more and more present with every second that passed.

Frank's hand glided further up dipping beneath your skirt. "Look at that-" Frank said as he cupped your sex through your panties "you're already soaked." That you were, you admitted to yourself begrudgingly as your whole body felt hot. The small amount of clothes you had on feeling much too warm.

"So are you." you shot back not letting him forget of his own need straining against his pants.

"Well," Frank started his hands moving to under his hood unfastening his mask. The wooden thing landed beside your head and you were met with a pair of stunning eyes boring into yours."What should we do about our little problems here?"

The question was suggestive and it didn't take you long to make up your mind on what you would be doing with your problem. You spread your legs giving him the answer the both of you desired. His eyes landed between your legs. His tongue flicked out of his mouth. Running over his lower lip before once again disappearing while he twitched in his pants.

"Why don't you show me."

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anime-grimmy-art · 4 years ago

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What do you do when there’s not much to an AU? You make up your own stuff, ofc. And as is per usual when I make Character Designs, I make up a shit ton of lore too.

The ramblings under the cut, but what I’m really interested in, is what you guys think. Do you guys have any headcanons/ideas for this AU? Let me hear them! Also, if you don’t wanna read on tumblr, here’s the Google Docs link: https://drive.google.com/file/d/151yshHxnb_--P6eMKkwkI2dee9xC_Llb/view?usp=sharing

Before I get into the characters’ roles, here’s some general facts and backstory of their town:

- Basically, it’s Undertale meets Harvest Moon / Stardew Valley. Well, kinda. I at least used that approach for coming up for the jobs for the characters. You know, how there’s always a general store, a doctor, a smithy, etc.

- The usual story of a HM game is that you come to a town that’s way past its glory days and you, as the player/farmer, help them get back to that. The “backstory” of the town is that that already kinda happened. I’ll get into it more in the character description, but basically when Asgore was still mayor, the town got really popular. Then yadda yadda, a certain tragedy happened, two kids died, and the town suddenly got very bad publicity. There was a lot of stuff going on back then, bad reputation being spread and also a lot of law stuff, cos, you know, supposed child murder ‘n all, so Asgore made the decision to shut off the town to ppl from outside. This was in the interest of most monsters living there, because as fun as it is to have a lot of people coming there, most just wanted to live a quiet life. Not everyone was happy with that though, so many moved away from town and some others are trying to get the town back on its feet. But more on that later.

On to the characters:

I’m just gonna start with the skelebros, cos it’s their fault in the first place I got so invested.

Basically, they are what the player is in hm/sdv. They just showed up one day, took over the abandoned farmhouse and began their life there. The two came to town way after it was “closed” and since then a new mayor has opened the possibility for new residents to move in. Their farm helps the economy of the town a lot and the mayor, like usually in hm games, is trying to use that to make the town more known again. The skelebros aren’t really working towards that goal however.

So, now a bit more detail on them individually.

Papyrus:

- The design is mostly based on what’s “canon” in this au.

- He works mostly on the fields and is in charge of the crops. Their fields aren’t spectacularly big, but still big enough to plant a few dozen rows of veggies.

- Paps also helps out a lot in town when he has the time. He helps Asgore with his plants, he goes fishing with Undyne, helps Toriel carry crates around and so on. This is inspired by the part-time job mechanic in HM ToT.

- Unbelievably, in this AU Pap is not an absolutely awful cook. Since he helps out at Muffet’s and Grillby’s a lot, they tend to show him some tricks to cooking. Even though Pap’s not a big fan of the greasy or overly sweet cooking those two do, he picks up a lot.

Sans:

- Again, design mostly based on the “canon” look. Maybe a bit more baggy.

- This is finally an AU this dude gets to rest. Since there are no resets and he doesn’t have to see his bro die again and again, for once in his life, he’s not a sad ball of depression. He’s just a chill and lazy dude that loves to make puns. Though, since he’s not too experienced with the feelings of loss, helplessness or grieving, he still tends to hide behind puns and fakes smiles if he does feel bad.

- Sans is in charge of the animals on the farm. Papyrus begrudgingly gave him that role since Pap’s loud demeanour and hectic movements usually scare the animals. Sans’ relaxed attitude draws the animals to him naturally and even if Pap mostly finds him sleep against a tree, in a stack of hay or on one of the sheep, the animals are always fed, healthy and relaxed, so Sans seems to be doing his job.

- Sans always has a small chic sit inside his hoodie or hat. Is it always the same one? Who knows, maybe.

- Sans also, somehow, can produce eggs out of thin air. Grab into his hoodie pocket, in his pants pocket, in his hat, in his slipper, there’s suddenly always an egg there. On good days he can even make butter or cheese appear.

Gaster:

- He’s literally just a scarecrow in this. Though, if you ask any of the bros why they designed their scarecrow that way, they won’t have an answer.

Frisk&Toriel:

- Frisk is mostly based on what I wore myself as a kid in summer. Just a loose shirt with a cappy. Toriel basically has her ut gown, just with an apron on top.

- Frisk just appeared outside the “magical” forest one day. Napstablook and his cousin found them and brought them to Toriel, who has been taking care of them since.

- Toriel runs the general store in town, but also often takes care of the few kids that still live there.

- Frisk usually helps out in Toriels store, plays with the other kids or sits around at Asgore’s. They’re notorious for nabbing small snacks, mostly from Asgore’s plants. You’ll always find them munching on something.

- Frisk was in town before the skelebros. Since they’d moved in, Frisk often went to spy on their farm. After a small incident with angry chicken, Frisk got to know the two better and now they see them as something between brothers and uncles.

- But Frisk honestly gets along with everyone. Just like in UT, they’ve not only been adopted by Toriel but literally everyone.

- Toriel and Asgore’s relationship is not as bad as in the main game, since, you know, Asgore didn’t kill literal children, but there’s still tension between them. Back when Asriel and Chara died and the whole thing with the bad rep for the town began, Toriel felt betrayed by Asgore focusing more on the town than giving their deceased kids the grieving they deserved. They’re not divorced, but Toriel still moved out and said needed space to think. Now that Frisk is in the picture though, the both of them are slowly coming to even ground and may even be able to talk things out and clear up the uncertainty of their decisions.

Asgore:

-Asgore has his UT Ending / Deltarune clothes, just with a gardener’s belt.

- He’s the previous mayor of the town, but after all the crap that happened, he stepped down from the position. Now he has his own little shop and sells seeds, saplings, homegrown veggies and fertilizer. So, basically what e.g. the Marimba Farm is in HM AP

- His main customer is Papyrus and they’re on friendly terms. Asgore is worried about how much and how hard Pap works, so he often gives him a discount.

- Since his family’s past tragedy, Asgore is kind of nervous around kids. So, when he first met Frisk, he hoped they’d not visit him too often. But to his chagrin, Frisk took an instant liking to him and spends a lot of time at his shop (and steals eats the fresh grown veggies). Now, he’s really grateful for that, because for one, he loves Frisk as dearly as he had his own children, and also because now the tension and mistrust between him and Toriel seem to grow smaller day by day.

Undyne&Alphys:

- I gave Undyne a pretty basic fisher’s outfit. Alphys basically has Elli from HM’s outfit, just a bit more doctory stuff added. She still has her canon lab coat too.

- In essence, Undyne and Alphys have 2 completely different jobs. Alphys is the resident doctor and Undyne runs the fish market.

Two things. Yes, I know Alphys is more a mechanic than a doctor, she fits the aesthetic though, so she’s the doc now. And no, Undyne being a fisherwoman is not cannibalism, think of it more as a shark hunting smaller fish.

- The reason I lump them together is because they act as the local “smithy”. Alphys is still really tech savvy in this (I mean, Mettaton is still part of this AU), so she takes on most problems with electronics and stuff. For Undyne, I didn’t want to lose her Royal Guard’s Captain image, so she’s really good at handling tools (and weapons, but Al doesn’t let her make them anymore). So basically, if there’s a broken tool, you can be sure that either Undyne or Alphys can fix it.

- As for relationships, those two are still an item. Alphys is still really shy and a shut-off, but since Undyne and Pap become best friends, she gets to know the skelebros better. She and Sans especially get along well, since most of the time Undyne and Papyrus are let loose, they sit back and talk about science-y stuff. (no, Sans doesn’t have a background in science but he’s still into sci-fi)

- Alphys has a bit of a strained relationship with both Asgore and Mettaton.

Back when Chara and Asriel died, it was because of “illness” (maybe poisoning?). Alphys feels awful because with her back then limited knowledge on medicine she couldn’t help the two. Asgore doesn’t hold anything against her but Alphys can’t help but feel guilty.

Alphys still built Mettaton’s body in this one. The two had a really big disagreement, because Mettaton hated the fact the town was going to close, and he couldn’t understand how Alphys could feel otherwise, even more so endorse the idea.

Mettaton, Napstablook, Mad Dummy/Mew Mew:

- Napsta and Dummy are pretty self-explanatory, they got straw hats. Mettaton’s outfit is a bit of a joke cos it’s a play on “work at the top and party at the bottom”. The tie has two different sides, one with the yellow red pattern, the other completely red. His “top part” is the business part, because when he’s on tv or in the mayors’ office, you don’t usually see his feet. The bottom is his party/dance part, cos his dancing/entertainment channels mostly feature his legs.

- Mettaton, still a robot, Napstablook and Mad Dummy are all still cousins in this AU.

- Originally, they all lived and worked at the Blook Farm, the Animal Farm of this AU. Mettaton, however, despised that simple live and after befriending Alphys and her building him a body, he left the Farm to pursue bigger things.

- Mettaton runs the local tv network. From weather to game shows, he does it all. He also runs the tailor shop in town that sells his designer clothes and merchandise. After Asgore stepped down, Mettaton also took over the role of town’s mayor and now works towards making the place more known again. Not everybody is happy with him doing that though.

- One of those people is the Mad Dummy. He can’t stand people anyways and he always claims that history would just repeat itself.

- Since the whole family is made of ghosts, they have different dummies and scarecrows they can use to take care of the animals. To mock Mettaton and kinda get back at Alphys for giving MTT such an opportunity, Mad Dummy found the blueprints for the Mew Mew robot and now modelled one of their scarecrows after it.

- Napstablook isn’t fond of taking over obejcts like his cousins do, so he mostly takes care of the snails. Somehow, he can interact with them even when incorporeal.

Muffet&Grillby:

- The two of them run the Inn together. Muffet cooks in the daytime and makes desserts, Grillby manages the bar in the evening.

- The two still can’t really stand each other but working together like this benefits them both because their rivalry just spurs them on more.

- Even though Grillby is a patient person, somehow Muffet is the only person who riles him up enough to retaliate. (Well, maybe except for Sans, he’s a strong second).

So, basically everything between those two is a challenge in some way. Even if Papyrus doesn’t notice, even his cooking lessons are a challenge for them.

- Even though they’re constantly bickering, after working together for so many years, there’s a strange level of respect and trust between them. Even if back when they first started this business, they’d pour salt into an already open wound, nowadays they’d know better and just take a step back from the other or even comfort the other (on very rare occasions only).

Asriel&Chara:

- They be dead. Kinda.

Some Characters that’d live in that town too but that I haven’t made designs for:

- Gerson is the original smithy of the town. He’d grown up in a family of smiths, but he’d always had an appreciation for the sea. That’s why, when the town became more deserted and Undyne had a good enough skill level as smith, he took up the Captains hat and now mostly spends his days out on sea. He also ferries people to places if they need him to. Oh, and just like in canon, Undyne learned most of her skills from him.

- Burgerpants is a poor dude Mettaton basically kidnapped when he was trying to get fame in the city. Now Burgerpants works wherever MTT needs him to, be that as cameraman for the tv shows, cashier in his tailor shop or his slave secretary in the mayor’s office.

- MK is Frisk’s best kid friend. MK’s parents are in charge of shipping the goods out of town and paying the individual people. MK’s the one that usually collects the goods at the end of the day.

- Other than that, there are only a few people in town. I’d imagine the older folks or the really young families stayed in town after it was closed. I think the librarby dude would still run the library. Some Snowdin residents like the stone family or the dogs also might still live there.

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