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Chubby F! Housewife Reader X M!Yandere Streamer OC Jasper

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MINORS DNI!

CW: F!reader, reader referred to as she/her, reader has a vagina, reader in a dress and bra(so has breast, dw not described! :3) noncon implications, violence against reader (not by ML), STILL NO SMUT!? WHO AM I ?? XD luv y’all have fun!

*Smack!* *Thwack!* *Smack!*

“Don’t slip up now!” You giggle slightly out of breath already.

“Hah! Speak for yourself, be careful not to trip!” Jasper retorts.

*THWACK!* You hit another tennis ball this time with all the oomf you can muster.

His indoor tennis court is in its own area of the house, the floor and walls are a black and white spiral that add to the trippy illusion of his entire home.

You’re both opposing a machine that is spitting out balls at you at the speed of fucking light. You haven’t done anything like this since highschool maybe, but for the most part you’ve kept up perfectly!

He’s impressed. Not to mention he keeps almost missing hits because of your dress barely covering you, and your jumping and moving around exposing more and more of yourself. He can’t help but get a little distracted.

*Smack!”

He gets a little closer to the middle at the same time that you dove for the ball and miss, and you start falling. You see the strange floor coming closer and hold your arms out to try and catch yourself, until it stops suddenly and you’re hanging there in the air.

He caught you in his arm, and threw away his racket to support you with his other.

He presses a button on his keyring, stopping the onslaught of balls, as you stare up at him, a growing warmth spreads across your face.

You’re both out of breath and bust out laughing now.

“Thanks! That was fun, really got my mind off… Stuff hah!” you say and look away while getting your barings back.

“you’re always welcome here. can i see your phone?” He asks while fixing his shirt. You hand it over, you had it in your bra, and pull it out without much thought, and when you turn back his pale face is red. “Ahem, uh just text when you wanna come over and give me a minute, i’ll most likely be ‘round” he coughs.

“Thanks so much Jasper! I really appreciate this!” excitedly, you thank him again.

“Where the fuck were you!?” Edward sprays spit as he fumes and interrogates you.

“I went for a walk…” You answer, and before you can say more he continues to barrage you.

“At this time of night!? are you fucking stupid?”

“No! I was just chilly on the deck, so i-”

“Why not just come back inside? Gods why did i marry a brainless fucking imbecile,”

“Sorry…” You try to end the argument, maybe if you just apologized you can get out of it.

“Prove it.”

Your brows knit, “Wh-what?”

“Prove. It. Are you that fucking stupid? on your knees.”

you swallow and get down, turning your head away from him, even though you know in your sickly feeling bones what’s coming.

“Look at me.”

Fuck… Don’t. regardless of you’re marriage, you hate that you’re turned on in this circumstance.

“Look. At. Me, Darling~” he fumes.

Begrudgingly, you look up, and give him your best smile, feeling like the sludge building up in your veins will spill out any second.

You love Edward… Yes.

He punched you that night, you don’t even remember why. Now you have to try and hide your black eye before the employees see. or anyone else for that matter. You didn’t sleep after that either… You were just dissociating and going in and out of waking night terrors that felt so real, as if all night he was tormenting you, while really, he simply slept next to you.

“Jasper, can I come ove—” you erase the text message almost as soon as you typed it. You probably shouldn’t even go outside in the sunlight with this shiner.

“Hey Y/N! hope you’re alright, what’s been up?” Jasper sends you a text that you don’t reply to… You don’t feel like it. Who even is he? just your neighbor that kinda flirts with you even though you’re married.

“Homewrecker!” You surprise yourself, and cover your mouth. Ops… You haven’t really spoken to anyone in at least a day.

You wait a few more days when at least the swelling is all down and the colour is almost a skin tone again, at least it isn’t purple anymore.

“Howdy Jasper! sorry i went on a mini vacation! what have you been up to?” You lie. You haven’t even left the sunroom except for the bathroom. Hopfully he just didn’t notice that you didn’t actually leave to go anywhere…

He did. He knows you’re lying too. You think he couldn’t see you through all those windows? Just because you have sheer curtains and we’re surrounded by big plants. He watched you.

He edged himself to you. Never letting himself actually cum.

He didn’t see your eye, but he knows something had to have happened, he just doesn’t know what.

Before he can reply you send another, “Actually can I just come over?” You decide to risk it. The makeup you ordered, and that came in yesterday, should cover the rest of it at this point at least.

Maybe you were a bit dramatic… All he did— No. We’re not going down any of those roads.

“Yes, I just cleaned up actually :)”

“Scared of me seeing your place a little messy?”

“Would you blame me?” You weren’t expecting that answer. You don’t know what you expected, but that answer just wasn’t on the list.

You hop over to hedges between your yards and don’t even look back as you pass through the gate. It latches behind you.

He answers the door as soon as you ring the bell, he must’ve been waiting right there! The thought makes your heart flutter.

“Hey Jasper!” You try to keep your eye out of direct sunlight until he lets you inside, and you feel like you can breathe again.

“Howdy neighbor! What’ll ya have to drink t’day?” He asks going to his retro looking fridge.

“I want what you’re having!” You pout a little, and he chuckles in response.

“You’re so cute,” he reaches into a drawer and pulls out two silver and pale blue cans.

While he’s reaching you notice something that looks like a splotch of blood on his side. You gasp, “Jasper! are you okay??”

“What? Why? ‘m fine?”

You rush over to him and point to the blood, you almost grabbed at his shirt to look for any injury, but managed to stop yourself, he’s still a stranger… kinda.

“Oh shit! jus’ a Second” he runs off presumably to change, so you sit at the bar, and admire his interesting design style.

i when he finally returns he’s in a black, even more ripped up shirt, that’s covered in safety pins, and has some metal looking band logo.

“Sorry, I don’t know where that came from” he laughs nervously.

You laugh, a brow raised in unspoken question, but move on, “So what’s on the agenda for today?”

“I have a pool—”

“No! Thank you, ahah, um sorry no thanks,” You apologize profusely for your outburst.

“You don’t gotta apologize, no pool, gotit,” he holds up a thumb and smirks with his head tilted, his black hair falls at an angle covering even more of his face. His teeth poke out like fangs over his pulled up lip.

Your face feels hot, “Okay, sorry,”

He lightly laughs, “I have a few gaming setups, and a PlayStation”

“Okay! I don’t really know any games you’ll have to teach me! is that okay?”

His grin widens, almost too excitedly, but you’re excited too, so you think nothing of it.

He picks a shooter first, you can’t even keep your head in a forward position, you keep aiming either up in the air or down at your feet. Before you start to actually get frustrated, Jasper scoots closer on the couch, and puts his hand over yours on the controller.

His thumb gently guides yours up and foreword, his body brushes up next to you.

You feel hotter in this proximity, and his hand is warmer than the other night, but still chilled. His long, slim fingers are pale with black nails and a few silver rings.

You feel his breath in your hair and turn your head, accidentally putting your lips right in front of his, you both look speedily at each others, and then up into each other’s eyes.

Pale, icy cold blue orbs stare deeply into you. He licks his lip.

You stand up too quickly and get slight vertigo, “S-sorry! I forgot I had some-things to do today! Um, Groceries! yes. ahem. bye!”

“Y/N.” Something in the sound of his voice freezes you to your bones, you don’t quite turn to look, but you turn to show you’re listening. “What happened to your eye?” He asks.

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scuderiasundays · 1 year ago

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happy wife, happy life

summary: flights on air verstappen, a game of padel, and declarations of love + a little insta au at the end 💌

words: 919

a/n: here’s part two to better together. i’m considering making this a multi-part story so let me know if that’s something you’d want! hugs and kisses 🫶🏼

"Austin, Mexico City, São Paulo, Las Vegas, Abu Dhabi. Any preference?"

Lando’s voice was drowned out by the celebratory air coursing through McLaren Hospitality. He was calling from his driver room in Lusail, still soaked in champagne after a phenomenal comeback drive.

“I think you’ve earned the right to pick. My God, three podiums in a row, Lando!”

You squealed, as if you weren’t speaking to the very man who had accomplished this feat.

After a quick pause, he replied, “Vegas, it is then. I think I can secure seats on Air Verstappen if I use my charm.”

Max, the first of Lando's friends you’d been introduced to, extended his hand as you stepped onboard.

"So, this is 'airport girl.' I've heard quite a bit about you," he said, stealing glances at a blushing Lando.

You shook his hand. "Only good things, I hope."

The setting sun painted the cabin a soft orange as dinner was served, seamlessly shifting the conversation toward plans for the weekend. "Are we still up for padel on Friday?" Max asked, the anticipation evident in his voice.

"We're short a player. Jon busted his shoulder last week, so I'm in need of an alternate," Lando replied.

Max gestured towards you. "She's right next to you, mate."

Mid-bite, you wagged your finger at both Max and Lando. Racket sports weren’t your forte, and the idea of padel with ragingly competitive Formula 1 drivers made you queasy.

You’d assumed the 12-hour flight had been long enough for Lando to let go of the whole idea. He, however, promptly proved you wrong as he lifted your bags into the back of a blacked-out Escalade.

“Remember that book you were reading? The one about love languages?” You nodded, climbing into the car.

“Well, I figure my love language is quality time. And what better way to spend our time than with a game of padel?”

You hesitated, jokingly glaring at him. "I never thought that book was going to come back and bite me in the ass.”

“Karma is your boyfriend,” he whispered as he laced his fingers around yours.

The casual mention of "boyfriend" (and his general knowledge of Taylor Swift lyrics) caught you off guard and, as your heart raced, you made a desperate effort to maintain composure. You couldn’t possibly say no to his desperate gaze and, so with a loud sigh, you caved.

The days that followed felt more like a haze. DJ Lando stole the show at Omnia, carrying a wasted Oscar home in the aftermath. Golfer Lando took you to glow-in-the-dark mini-golf, subsequently blaming his loss on a lack of practice (“You should see me at my best”). F1 Lando gave you a little peck before disappearing into the media pen. You’d been so engrossed in it all that you were on the padel court before you knew it.

As the points went back and forth, you and Lando found yourselves in a playful dispute over who was the rightful owner of the five dollars you’d won at the slots. Lando had paid but you had pushed the button that had brought you sweet victory.

Max quickly interjected, "Maybe you two should save the bickering for the post-game press conference."

George, echoing Max, teased, "He’s got a point. Beware or you’ll be immortalized as a sassy TikTok sound.”

“You know, I’m here to fight. I’m here to win.” Lando said, taunting George as he prepared to serve.

Much to everyone’s surprise, you and Lando turned out to be a stellar team, securing a hard-fought win. Instead of the traditional champagne spray, you spritzed a sweaty Lando with your perfume.

"I smell like you now," he said with a smirk.

You caught your breath on a bench as George strutted over, towering over you.

"You’re already on his mind 24/7. Now, you want to linger on his clothes too? Greedy!"

As you and Lando were about to head back to the car, a few fans hurried over, their elation palpable.

“We’re huge fans, Lando. Could we get a quick photo before you go?”

Lando was quick to oblige and asked you to hold their gifts (a snapback and a handful of bracelets). You offered to take photos of him with the girls, his aura radiant as he took his time to thank each of them.

Little did either of you know, the photos of you and him at the padel courts would soon be circulating all over social media, your phones blowing up with notifications from countless F1 gossip accounts.

In the dim glow of the car's interior, you caught a glimpse of him, jaw clenched and a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. The not-so-soft hum of the engine roared as you cut through the tension.

"Hey, what’s on your mind?"

"I just never want you to feel suffocated by all the noise that comes with being my girlfriend."

"Your girlfriend?" you teased, masking your anticipation with feigned innocence.

He sighed, his hands momentarily tightening on the steering wheel. The car smoothly veered into an old gas station, its solitary lights flickering in the night.

He turned to face you, his eyes searching yours. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

A smile lit up your face. "I thought I already was.”

He shook his head, a mixture of exasperation and affection on his face. "You truly are impossible, y’know."

"Snap a picture of your girl then, Mr. JPG," you quipped.

His hands searched the backseat for his Leica.

"Happy wife, happy life.”

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landonorris: on a roll! two more to go 👊🏼

ciscanorris: couldn’t be more proud. i sense a mclaren 1-2 coming!

mclaren: mother knows best ✨

fan1: king of the soft launch

oscarpiastri: let’s finish the season off strong!

maxverstappen1: some of the line calls made by your doubles partner were questionable 🤨

max_fewtrell: a partner other than i? whoever could it be?

landonorris: i’m starting to doubt my friendships with guys named max

fan2: i’m all for it so long as mystery girl gives us the boyfriend content we deserve 🫶🏼

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widowsistersandfriends · 11 months ago

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Sneak Peek

Summary: You are too eager to open your presents, so you figure one peek won't hurt. The Avengers know just the right way to playfully punish you.

Note: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! I hope you guys have been able to spend quality time with family and friends! I hope you enjoy this fic!

Word Count: 1644

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You were living at the Avengers compound with many of the Avengers, including the Widow sisters, Steve, Peter, Wanda, Kate and many others. This was your second time celebrating Christmas with them, so you were more used to the traditions.

Bright and early in the morning, you guys would open presents and then eat a nice big breakfast. Each year they would rotate who would cook. This year, it was you, Peter and Wanda. However, you were looking forward most to opening presents. You were so eager that you couldn’t wait for morning.

You snuck downstairs quietly, making sure to not make any noise to not get caught. You tiptoed towards the tree, using your phone flashlight to look for the gifts that had your name on it. You grabbed a box that had your name on it, being careful to not let the wrapping paper make too much noise.

You had succeeded in making a pile of your gifts and were ready to start peeking. However, you were so focused on being quiet that you didn’t notice Fanny and Lucky coming up behind you. The two dogs were so interested in the tree and presents and came up next to you. Fanny licked your face, as Lucky nuzzled into your neck.

You let out a yelp of surprise, gently pushing the dogs away.

“Fanny! Lucky! What are you guys doing?” You whispered, knowing the dogs would not answer.

The dogs panted and started sniffing the boxes around you.

“Don’t open those!” You said, trying to move them away from the dogs. However, you got frazzled and let a few boxes topple, causing a loud noise.

You panicked and wondered about what to do next. You could either stay and tell them the truth, stay and blame it on the dogs, or run and hide in your bedroom.

You decided to stay and blame it on the dogs.

“I owe you one,” you whispered to the dogs, as they continued to smile.

“Y/N, what on earth is going on?” Natasha asked, walking out and looking half asleep.

“The dogs were trying to open the presents, so I came down to try and stop them before it was too late,” you explained, hoping that your lie would work.

Natasha eyed you suspiciously, knowing that the dogs were asleep before they went to bed.

“How did you know they were opening the presents?” Natasha asked you.

“Umm, I just heard them,” you insisted stubbornly.

“You know we have security cameras around the compound, right?” Natasha said, now smirking.

“Don’t check them!” You blurted out

“What is all this racket?” Yelena said, coming out of their bedroom, her accent strong as she had just woken up.

“I caught Y/N lying and trying to peek at her presents,” Natasha said, as you shook your head and tried to retell your lie to Yelena.

“It was your crazy dog!” You insisted, scooting away from the two sisters.

“Let’s just see, shall we?” Natasha said, reviewing the security camera footage with Yelena.

Just as the footage ended, you made a run for your room.

“Get back here, Y/N!” The two sisters called after you.

“Never!” You shouted, giggling because you knew you were busted.

You closed the door quickly to your room, only to have it opened a second later.

“No! Leave!” You said through giggles, as you backed up against the headboard of your bed.

“You’re in so much trouble, little one,” Yelena said, as the two sisters pounced on you and pinned you to the bed.

“Nohohoho! Lehehet me gohohoho,” you giggled hysterically.

“We’re not even tickling you yet,” Natasha said with a grin.

“Buhuhut I knohohow you wihill,” you giggled, shrieking as Natasha began drilling into your ribs.

“GAAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP,” you screamed, unable to squirm much underneath them.

“I can’t stop because I have to tickle little girls who lie all the time,” Natasha said, listening to the sweet sound of your giggles.

“Me too,” Yelena said, now tickling your feet and joining in.

“NOHOHO IHIHIT’S TOHOO MUHUHUCH,” you cried, feeling tears welling up in your eyes.

“Awww what are you, a little baby?” Natasha teased, worming her hands into your armpits.

You wheezed with laughter, tapping the bed to signal that you surrendered.

The two girls let you have a break, knowing that you were too ticklish to handle them for a long time all at once.

“So, are you going to tell the truth?” Yelena asked, giving your knee a squeeze.

“No!” You yelped, trying to pull your leg away.

“Liars get tickled~” Yelena said, switching spots with Natasha and squeezing your sides rapidly.

“AHAHAHAHAHAA NOHOHO MOHOHORE,” you squealed, arching your back to no avail.

“Admit it,” Yelena said, grinning down at you.

“OHOHOKAY FIHIHINE IHIHI WAHAHAS SNOOHOHOOPING,” you shouted, laughing until you were pink.

“That’s what I thought,” Yelena said, poking your tummy.

“You guys are so rude,” you pouted.

“Aww c’mon don’t act like you don’t love to be tickled,” Natasha teased, as you blushed and didn’t answer.

“It’s late, Y/N, you need to go to sleep,” Yelena scolded playfully.

“It’s a little too late for that,” Natasha said, as the sun started to rise.

“Well, guess you’ll get to open those presents after all,” Yelena said.

“So you tickled me for nothing?” You asked in disbelief.

“Oh don’t worry, we had a blast,” Natasha said, as you rolled your eyes playfully.

The three of you headed downstairs to open presents. You eagerly greeted the others downstairs, excited to open presents. You all sat in a circle and took turns opening your gifts. You received some new clothes, a book of your favorite series, a new journal, and some colored pens.

“Alright, let’s get that breakfast going,” Wanda said, in charge of the two kids helping her.

“Do we have to,” you and Peter both whined, wanting to play with and use your new gifts.

“I know you guys want to play that new video game Peter got, but this year it’s our turn to cook,” Wanda said.

“I refuse,” you said cheekily, as Wanda raised an eyebrow at you.

“Is that so?” She asked.

You nodded your head nervously, as Wanda pinned you with her powers immediately.

“No please! I’ve already been tickled,” you pleaded, knowing that this time would be even worse.

“You can never have too many tickles,” Wanda said, squeezing your hips.

“HAHHAHAHAHAAHA,” you laughed, unable to hold it in.

“You know there’s no escaping this, Y/N,” Wanda said, using her nails to tickle under your chin, making you squeal with laughter.

“Wow, you’re ticklish everywhere,” Wanda teased, as you shook your head in denial.

“STAHAHAHAHAP,” you cried, as Wanda tickled away at your stomach.

“PEHEHETER IHIHISNT HEHEHELPING EITHER!” You cried, trying to avert their attention.

“Hmm, you’re right,” Wanda said, pinning the young boy next to you.

“Steve? Wanna help?” Wanda asked.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Steve said, switching positions with Wanda. The witch was now by Peter, pinning his arms above his head and tickling his armpits.

“NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE,” he cried, knowing that his armpits were his worst spot.

“You’re just as much of a troublemaker as Y/N,” Wanda teased, as the poor boy was crying with laughter.

Steve came over to you, giving you a smirk.

“Well well well, what do we have here, Y/N? You just can’t stop causing trouble huh?” Steve asked, going towards your feet.

You groaned in anticipation, curling up your toes to protect them.

“Just get it over with,” you whined.

Steve decided to mess with you, going for a spot you weren’t expecting. He started to tickle your shins and over the tops of your feet, making you jerk out of surprise.

“GAH NO WHY AHAHAA,” you laughed, jumping from the sensation.

“Gotta continue the storyline of you being ticklish everywhere,” Steve said, now scratching behind the back of your knee.

“STAHAHAHAP THAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES,” you shouted.

“That’s the point,” Steve said with a grin.

“Now are you and Peter gonna help with the cooking?” Steve asked, continuing to torment your lower body.

You looked over at Peter, as he had given in after a bit of tickling from Wanda. She was the ultimate ler, but you were also the most stubborn girl on earth, so you were not going to give in.

“Maybe Peter will help, but I won’t,” you said stubbornly, sticking your tongue out at Steve.

“Guess we gotta go for the kill, huh?” Wanda said, as Steve sat on your hips and Wanda sat above your hands.

“OH GOD NO! WAIT! I’LL HELP!” You quickly gave in.

“Hmm, I think we have to make sure,” Wanda said, as she used her magic to tickle all over your neck and started raking her nails rapidly in your bare armpits. Meanwhile, Steve began to wiggle his finger in your belly button, making you shriek with laughter.

“OHOHO MY GOHOHOD STAHAHAP IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAD!” You screamed.

“Yeah? Then we must be doing our job right,” Steve teased, as your face turned bright red from the laughter and embarrassment.

“IHIHI CAHAHAHANT! HEHEHELP IHIHI GIHIHIVE,” you cried, panting as they finally let you up.

“That’s what you get for being a brat,” they all said, making you feel greatly outnumbered.

“I am not a brat,” you insisted.

“We know you love being tickled, so the brat role fits you well,” Yelena chimed in, ruffling your hair.

You pouted and would never admit it, but you also knew you couldn’t take anymore tickles, so you decided to go help cook.

That Christmas was one of your favorites since it was the first time you helped cook the traditional breakfast. You looked forward to spending more time with them as the years went on, which also conveniently came with something you loved. Tickles.

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propertyofwhitney67 · 3 months ago

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So I was thinking about DoL and how what Bailey and the others have going on is basically like mob/organized crime.

I found out a way that Bailey could theoretically get busted but this is also what happened in the US. Basically how the US was able to catch a lot of mob members and basically break down the walls to start being able to do something to people in organized. Basically the government implemented a law (the RICO act) against people who racketed, extorting money through various ways. If you were caught doing that I think more than 4 times or something like that, they were allowed to look deeper into things which helped them launch a lot of investigations. During the investigations, tensions got high, victims spoke out, rats started to well, rat on their employer for plea deals and such.

I love imagining it all crumbling down around Bailey as a higher law enforcement starts to catch on. Bailey couldn't get rid of what is basically a FBI agent, even more questions would be aroused. Orphans start to speak out against Bailey and the Mayor and Remy. Most would be intimidated into silence, but all it takes are the few brave ones to save the rest. I get a little smile every time I think of Bailey and the rest's downfall. Sorry if it's a lot out of nowhere or if some of my information is wrong or doesn't quite apply to the UK in the same way it does in the US. Just wanted to ramble and I can't dream of Bailey's downfall even if it'll never happen unless Vrel wants to make a definitive (good) ending but I doubt that.

I fucking love this

Bailey being the head of a mob is so fucking funny to me. I can't stop thinking of the sopranos. He's so Tony adjacent but Bailey actually knows how to keep things together.

RICO cases took down so many motherfuckers and it's so funny

He pays the police off for as long as her can till the FBI come in. It crumbles slowly over years. I like to think it goes down like in the sopranos, the FBI doesn't get him. It's the people around him and his rivals that does it.

#asks #mob boss bailey #dol bailey #bailey the caretaker #degrees of lewdity

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dream0fschism · 2 years ago

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our little secret: johnny

another one from ao3 just transferring :') basically, you're price's daughter and you fuck soap.

It had been a long fucking day. You were exhausted, overstimulated from just about everything as a result of your schedule. You placed the key into the door only to find that it was already unlocked, resulting in a perplexed look on your face. Stepping into the hallway, you were on high alert as you closed the door behind you and dumped your gym bag onto the wooden floor, next to the array of coats hanging from the wall.

Upon entering your living room, you were greeted by four curious pairs of eyes.

“Dad,” you sighed, relieved that you had a familiar face to recognise. “You’re home.”

“Hello, darlin’,” he replied, standing up from his seat on the couch to walk towards you and engulf you in a bear hug. “Got finished a bit early. Brought some of the guys round for drinks. Don’t mind, do ya?”

You gave him a gentle squeeze in response, and replied as you pulled back from the embrace. “Not at all,” you smiled, glancing over the unfamiliar men once again. “Bit of warning next time, though. Thought someone had broken in.”

“Who’s this beauty then, Price?” One of the men questioned.

Your father swivelled around, shooting daggers at the mohawked man who had deliberately teased him. “My fuckin’ daughter. So paws off, prick, you listenin’?”

You watched as the man in question lifted both palms defensively and yielded. “‘Course, Captain.”

During their conversation, you’d taken the liberty of observing the other men in the room.

The first you noticed was an olive skinned man, the most youthful of the group, and the one who'd sat closest to your father. He seemed polite, and offered you a friendly smile and a backwards nod in greeting. Another man sat to the right of him, and you’d instantly recognised him as the notorious Ghost, from the skull-mask he donned and the dark stare he bored into you with. The last man, of course, was the one who’d previously spoken with your dad. Mohawk, thick brows, chin and mouth stubbled with facial hair.

“Well,” you began, running a slightly nervous hand over your head as you paced your way towards your bedroom. “I’ll leave you all to it.”

"Aw, c'mon lass," Mohawk replied, his words only accentuating his thick Scottish accent. "Not even gonna do some shots with us?"

Your father, who had situated himself back into his seat, whipped his head in the Scottish man's direction once again. "She doesn't drink, Johnny."

You did indeed drink. Your dad just liked to pretend sometimes.

"Sounds like you're on thin ice to me, Soap," chuckled the one who had previously smiled at you. "I'd shut up."

You witnessed Soap sigh defeatedly, before leaning back to kick his feet onto the coffee table. His eyes had never left yours the whole time. "You sound about right, Gaz," he chuckled. "I'll leave ya alone now pet."

Throughout the rest of the night you were forcibly subjected to the noisiness of the drunken men sitting in your living room, fantasising of ways you could make your dad pay for bringing a pack of hyenas into your home. Through the thin wall you heard every bark of laughter, every slam of overexcited palms on the coffee table – not even the noise cancelling headphones you wore were enough to suppress the racket.

When you waltzed out of your room with a touch of passive aggression, slightly stomped your way into the open kitchen, they didn't stifle themselves. In fact, they barely noticed your presence in their inebriated states.

You rifled through the fridge for something, but nothing you actually wanted was there. Truth be told, you weren't even hungry. You just wanted to make a statement.

And what a bust that was.

So you settled for some apple juice, setting it onto the breakfast bar that faced towards the men over on your sofas, the ones who were soiling your furniture with their careless, intoxicated messiness.

You swiped a glass from the cupboard behind with force, holding onto the object with a grip that threatened to shatter it then and there. When you'd turned to set it next to the juice carton, the pair of eyes that met your glare were unexpected.

The other three men were all too distracted by their heated conversation to notice that the man known as 'Soap' was eyeing you like a piece of meat, a look that sent a shockwave from the base of your spine to the top of your neck's nape.

The possibility of a certain situation twitched at the back of your mind as you held eye contact, opening your juice to pour it into the glass blindly. You jolted at the carton purposely, spilling the sweet, sticky liquid over the fingers that held the glass's rim.

Oops, your face said, as you brought the wet fingers to your mouth and sucked the apple juice off of each digit one by one, painfully slow.

You watched Soap's eyebrows twitch in response, eyes flicking down to watch the display you were putting on.

Rolling your eyes at his bewitched expression, you removed your fingers from your mouth and swivelled around to put the juice back into the fridge, already bored with your game of seduction.

Military men were so unbelievably predictable.

"Sweetheart!" Came the cackled cry from your father's mouth, remnants of his laughter still lingering among his words. He was significantly more piss-drunk than in your previous interaction. "Come 'an have a drink with us, will ya? Feel bad you bein' stuck in your room like a loner all night."

"What's with the celebration, anyway?" You asked, intrigued as you paced over with your juice and planted yourself into the empty space next to Ghost. You briefly made eye contact, sharing a similar indifferent gaze before you looked at your dad for your answer.

"We just… had a great turnout– I suppose… I mean, confidential stuff really, love," he chuckled, taking a swig of his whiskey.

"Course," you answered with a meek smile, noticing that a silence had fallen within the room. "Give us some of that whiskey, then."

And just like that, the room was bustling with the uproar of the wasted men, bar Ghost, yelling obscenities towards one another and exchanging banter, with inside jokes you'd only understand if you were part of their squad. You helped yourself to plenty of whiskey to help ease your patience with the noise, chasing it with your apple juice to avoid the disgusting taste and afterburn. Whiskey was the worst, but it was alcohol.

The buzz took a while to hit you, so you were forced to listen to the men around you whilst completely sober for a period of time. For a brief moment you'd wished you stayed in your bedroom, to avoid the torture of hearing suggestive jokes, countless innuendos and complaints to the other men about using certain language in front of you from your father.

By the time you felt the whiskey touch your senses, a playfight had ensued between your dad and who you'd learned was 'Gaz'. Your head felt a little lighter, making it all the more easier to witness the pathetic display of masculinity happening before your eyes.

As expected, the men started to take their fight a little too seriously, resulting in the mediation of the silent, six-four, giant of a man who'd sat next to you.

With the three of them busy, you glanced over at Soap, who'd already been distracted from the fight by your presence the whole time. And then you remembered the burn of his stare you'd felt for almost the entire time you'd been amongst the men. There was a certain darkness in his eyes that engulfed your stomach in somersaults, unsettled you in a way that was exciting you just a smidge too much.

Your legs were crossed, the long nightgown you wore had been pulled snugly over your knees to secure your modesty. But somehow you found yourself pulling at the hem and inching the material over the soft skin of your thighs, observing the man's eyes as they fluttered down to see.

A small, playful smile crept over your lips as you continued to inch the gown upwards, completely thrilled by the idea that the three distracted men could quickly become undistracted any moment; the idea that this man you barely knew was so easily reduced to putty in the hands of your seduction.

You uncrossed your legs, lifting one up to place a foot on the sofa cushion and tilting the elevated knee to the side slightly, exposing just a sliver of the red lace that covered your pussy.

The other men had snapped out of their complication almost as fast as your leg had thumped back to the ground, knees closed tightly together as you peered innocently towards them. The last person you looked at was Ghost, and your stomach dipped anxiously as you analysed the unreadable, yet somewhat knowing expression in his eyes.

Had he noticed?

No, you were too quick.

"Dunno about you, boys, but I need a smoke after that," your dad slurred through his panting breaths, shoving playfully into Gaz as he made his way towards the door. When he passed you, he ruffled your hair a little and fumbled in his pockets for his cigarettes.

"After gettin' your arse kicked?" Joked Gaz, following along with a muted Ghost towards the kitchen. "Comin', Johnny?"

"I need a piss," Soap replied, waving them off as he got to his feet. "I'll be out in a sec."

"Don't drink all my whiskey, you," your dad warned with a point of his finger, eyebrows raised.

And you were alone in the living room, left to the peaceful silence that their absence had gifted to you.

Your mind wandered for a while, mulling over the thought of the face you'd made Soap pull whilst you'd teased him with his comrades – one of those being your fucking father – just a few feet across the room from him.

Yes, you'd admit it. Soap was extremely satisfying to look at. Stubbled chin, strong jaw, gorgeous eyes, godly accent – but you were playing with fire orchestrating mind games with your dad's friend. Although, he certainly seemed to have enjoyed the show.

And yes, it was a little disappointing that he was taking his sweet time to finish his business in the bathroom. You did kind of, sort of want to see what would happen if you were left alone with him, even if only for a few minutes.

When he eventually emerged from the toilet, you'd given up on waiting by the sofa, already by the sink and placing your empty glass into it.

As you glanced over your shoulder at the sound of the door, your eyes met. His expression was hard to decipher, one that seemed to tell of the wrestling thoughts running rampant through his head.

Feigning momentary disinterest, you turned your attention back to the sink. You heard no sound of movement from Soap, figuring he was anchored in place.

Maybe it was the alcohol in your system. Maybe it was the thrill of the risk. You were unsure what it was that possessed you to edge yourself over the sink just a tiny bit and hitch the skirt of your nightgown up, revealing the cheeks that swallowed the lace of your thong between them.

The sound of the front door slamming shut caused you to drop the fabric down once again, expectant of the footsteps of your returning father and his associates. But the room was empty, you observed.

Soap had left.

Fair.

After your behaviour by the sink, you'd taken the opportunity to slink off into your bedroom and appreciate the welcoming sight of your bed. Of course, you couldn't quite sleep just yet with the party that continued on in the next room, so you'd aimlessly scrolled through your phone for an hour.

Not long after that, the noise had died down to the odd grumble of conversation here and there. You couldn't recognise your father's voice within said conversations, and you deduced that he'd pulled his usual pass-out-from-being-old-and-drunk move.

Your tipsiness had dissipated quite a bit over the course of the past hour, leaving you with just the perfect amount of drowsiness to cosy up and nod off with.

You hadn't even realised you'd fallen asleep until the sensation of a hot hand grazing its way over your side startled you awake. As you went to gasp, the same hand flew up to cover your mouth, somewhat gentle.

You were shushed. "Everyone's fast asleep," came the low hum of a familiar Scottish accent. "Don't wanna wake 'em up do ya, love?"

The voice had instantly lulled you into a sense of safety, and as you slowly came around from the haze of sleepiness you relaxed your rigid muscles.

You hummed in agreement.

"I figured this was my only chance of getting you on your own," he purred into your ear, hand still flush against your mouth. "But I'll go, if that's what you want."

You relaxed further back, moulding your body into the curve of his own as you brushed your ass against a hardness just behind it. That was your answer.

Soap moaned in the form of an exhale, directly into your ear, and with his closeness you breathed in the intoxicating scent of his musk. Your cunt involuntarily clenched around nothing, already stimulated by the compromising position you were in.

"Fuck, tell me to go," he begged, pressing his hips into the curve of your cheeks. "I'm fuckin' dead if we go any further…"

You whimpered at the increased pressure, nudging his hand away from your mouth. "But I want you to stay," you muttered, swaying to rub yourself against him.

"Why'd you do this to me?" He asked, trailing his hand to the strap of your nightie and sliding it along the edge of your shoulder. "You're fuckin' cruel, you know that?"

You whined under your breath when his hand caressed the swell of your bare breast, melting against the warmth of his body as he slowly rutted himself against you.

"Mm, I know," you sighed, squeezing your thighs together to relieve the ache between them. "Guess I'm a bit of a slut..."

Burying his face into your neck, the man relished in the sweet scent it held whilst he guided his fingers down and along your clothed stomach. "Fuckin perfect, is what you are," he grumbled, planting a sloppy kiss to your neck. It tickled you a little when his hand settled on one of your ass cheeks, but ached as he then squeezed at it with aggression. "And this. Had to leave the kitchen before I ruined you over that bastard sink."

"Wish you would've," you moaned out at the thought, which was a little too loud for the older man as he moved to cover your mouth once again with his free arm. It jerked your head further back, deeper into his hold to make way for the slightly awkward position. Soap humped himself against you nevertheless.

"See, didn't exactly want daddy dearest walking in on us, or else I would've," he replied, extra muted as if simply mentioning your father would make him more likely to be caught. "He finds out – I'm done for.."

Your cunt throbbed at the idea of being walked in on – the terrifying possibility of your dad seeing you fuck his close friend seemed to spur your horny brain into overdrive, thrilled by the fear. Or better yet, the idea of Ghost and Gaz walking in on you, locking the door behind them and waiting for their own turns to abuse your pussy.

You may have had just a slight thing for trains.

"It's gonna have to be our little secret," proposed Soap, using the hand on your cheek to slowly spread them both apart and expose your hole. "Think you can keep it?"

You nodded against his hand, a muffled moan escaping slightly through the gaps in his fingers. He lifted his hand to hear a vocal answer from you. "Mm… my lips are sealed," you whispered, voice hoarse as you tilted your head to lap at the skin of his hand, inviting him to stuff your mouth and stifle any sounds with his long fingers.

Soap gave you two of his digits, the middle and the ring as you eagerly sucked them in deeper and used your tongue to coat them in saliva.

"Christ," he grunted at the sight and sensation, unable to resist crashing his other hand down onto the sensitive flesh of your ass. The slapping sound that followed was too loud, despite the muffling the quilt provided, and his regret quickly showed in the form of a muttered curse of shit. Oops.

With a swift flick of his wrist, Soap whipped one side of your gown’s skirt up and over the bump of your hip — an action that proved to be difficult under the thick duvet that engulfed the two of you. Fingers toyed around with the lace of your underwear, with each brush along your upper thigh sending spikes of electricity through over the surface of your skin.

The force he used to rag your thong down to the middle of your thighs almost ripped them off completely, the material scratching you as it was pulled. The hand in your mouth was slowly retracted and Soap gently slapped the side of your cheek with it a few times, before shuffling in his position to fiddle with the zipper of his jeans — the sound of which excited you.

Remaining still, you waited as the absence of his clothed erection was soon replaced by the scorching heat of his bare cock fitting its way between your thighs, which you widened a little to accommodate the movement. And when you closed them once again, felt the hardness pressing against your slit, you hummed with enthusiasm,

“Oh, Jesus. Your thighs… fuckin’ heaven.”

With your ego successfully stroked, you thanked yourself for struggling so many times in the gym.

Snaking one hand down, you brushed the tips of your fingers over the head of his cock, appreciating its thickness whilst you applied pressure to it to satisfy your clit with slow, backwards rocks into him.

“Oh, you are fuckin’ nasty, you,” Soap commented, beginning to thrust himself forward to meet you in the middle. Each time your skin gripped at his cock in just the right way, he bit back any sound that threatened to escape from him. “You often let strange men into your bed?”

“That’s… ah, confidential,” you replied with a smirk, tilting your neck further to send an invitation towards his mouth.

Catching on, his lips found the spot just below your jaw and he began to nip at the flesh there. You gave only a whimper in response. Then Soap suddenly pulled back from your neck. “God, you’re wet,” he commented, seeming pleasantly shocked as he used his hand to nudge your thigh open and teased his cock in the wetness spilling out from your pussy. “Oh,” he exhaled through his nose harshly. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

That sounded a lot like hesitation to you.

“What’s stopping you?” You questioned, low, angling your upper body to peer at the face behind you for the first time. “I want it..”

“I want it too, believe me,” he heaved, eyebrows knitted in frustration as he battled with his doubts. “Just can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to stop myself from cumming in that perfect little cunt of yours.”

His words completely bewitched you. “It’s safe, promise,” you assured him. “I’m on the pill.”

Soap didn't look any less concerned. "We shouldn't… it's wrong. You're Price's fuckin' daughter…"

"But I want your cock so bad, Johnny…"

Using his name, one you'd learned only a few hours ago, was a tactical choice. You somehow knew it would shatter any chance of resisting you that he had; knew you'd unlocked something undeniably primal within him as he cupped his hand over your mouth once again and shoved himself inside of you.

The size of his cock and sudden intrusion stretched and burned at you, making you grateful towards yourself for already being soaked enough to bear it. And grateful to Soap's hand, which muffled the cry that had torn its way from your throat.

The force of which his hips slammed into you was relentless, unforgiving as he pounded deeper and deeper until your whines were a consistent string of stifled song. Your eyes rolled as far back as they could in their sockets, hands desperate to find purchase in his forearm with little success.

Your eyes, widened in a mix of pure disbelief and ecstasy, watched as Soap pressed the palm of his other hand to the wall, stabilising his balance in an attempt to reduce the creak of the bed frame. He hung his head as he fucked you with a strained face, lips squeezed tightly together to keep any sound of his pleasure at bay.

Soap slowed his pace after a while, mouth agape as he released a series of low pants with each forceful thrust into your heat.

"Gonna take my hand off your mouth, darlin'," he spoke, almost breathless. "Think you can keep quiet?"

You shook your head in reply. You'd always been an honest person.

Soap chuckled, releasing his grasp on your face and pulling his length out of you. "Think I know what'll help with that."

The bed beneath you dipped as the man fidgeted, kicked the trousers from his legs and lifted the quilt to situate himself between your legs. With you now on your back, you were able to fully appreciate the handsome face that hovered over yours, and the eyes that held a fierce hunger towards you.

The eye contact didn't break once as Soap pushed your nightgown up, just enough to reveal the entirety of your lower half, and guided his cock into your neglected pussy once again.

This time he silenced your blissful sounds by pressing his lips to yours, absorbing every whimper and cry with his mouth and eager tongue.

And with one hand on the wall, one hand slipping softly over your throat, your father's friend was fucking into you more intensely than before.

Your senses were overwhelmed, leaving you no choice but to squeeze your eyes shut and submit to the complete and utter rapture. Soap's warm, tender kiss; the remnant taste of whiskey in his mouth; the feeling of his hard, throbbing cock rubbing every sweet spot inside of you…

You wanted to scream, deafen every pair of ears in your apartment – no, in the whole block – to feel just a little control over the onslaught of emotion Soap's cock, hands, mouth was bringing you.

When your eyes snapped open, they instantly locked onto his own. His icy-blue orbs held a mutual fear with your own as the sound of shuffling just outside your door became horrifyingly more apparent. Your lips disconnected.

Soap was holding his breath.

And you were so undoubtedly, unfortunately aroused by the situation that your hips gyrated all by themselves. Soap's eyes only widened in disbelief, observed your mouth forming an 'o' and he panicked, pressing his palm over it with a power that could only be fueled by complete fear.

Despite said fear, he pressed your foreheads together and began to rock into you steadily, deep, eyes boring into your own as if to wordlessly say: I can play that fucking game too.

With heavy lids you fluttered your lashes at him, muted squeaks escaping from you and into the air every so often with the odd thrust of his pelvis. At one point the footsteps just outside your door increased in volume, as the unknown person clicked the door to the bathroom just centimetres from your own shut.

Soap gave a short, harsh pump into your cunt just to watch you squirm and struggle beneath him, only urging you to shush afterwards with the hint of a smirk on the edge of his lips.

So you clenched, walls clutching around his cock so impossibly tight that you caused his smug demeanour to crumble, smirking lips pursing as he shifted to focus on keeping his own mouth shut.

You arched your back to put a weight into your hips that sank you down deeper onto his throbbing girth, one hand smoothing over your chest whilst you toyed around with your folds with the fingers of the other. Widening your legs slightly, you kept the arch in your back to give you room between your bodies and rub circles into your aching clit.

Soap whimpered at the sight, momentarily dropping his guard as the hand you'd pressed against your chest swiped at the strap of your dress and pushed it down from your shoulder to match the other side.

At this, Soap disconnected your touching heads in favour of sitting up straight to tilt his head back in ecstasy, thick brows furrowed; bottom lip almost invisible behind the bite of his teeth.

He shifted his grip on your face for more comfort, thumb and fingers now grazing each of your cheeks thanks to the sheer magnitude of his rough hand, using it to hold you in place as he hooked a finger of his free hand under the material that barely covered your breasts and eased it down over them.

Your nipples were hard with arousal, tender and pretty alongside the silver of the metal bars that ran through the two of them. Soap must've somehow missed your piercings despite feeling at your breast earlier, as the look on his face was nothing short of animalistic.

"Jesus fuck, you're hot," he growled, as under his breath as he could manage, completely mesmerized by the way you looked underneath him. Fingertips played with your nipple, prodded at the metal between it and rubbed. Your eyebrows raised and twitched at the sensitivity, the knot in your stomach only intensified as, the entire time, Soap had not stopped fucking his cock into you mercilessly.

You only massaged at your clit faster, chasing your release as flames of pleasure licked at your abdomen and caused goosebumps along the line of your neck and arms. The man inside of you felt your increasing desperation, keeping his hand firmly cupped over your lips and sealing your sounds beneath it. His hand left your breasts, taking your wrist and interrupting your assault on your clit. You whined and bucked your hips, all but freezing in place as you watched the man shift your hand to the side and purse his lips to release a rope of his spit. You moaned heavily as the liquid dripped directly onto the spread slit of your pussy, dribbling its way down and over your clit as Soap placed your hand back where he found it and began snapping his hips once again.

His saliva was the perfect lubrication as you tortured your clit, sliding your fingers around feverishly until your muscles were tensing in the familiar signal of your imminent orgasm.

As you came, you convulsed violently around Soap's thick cock, squeezing his sides between either of your thighs and rubbing yourself through the waves of bliss. His thrusts were slow and forgiving, gently riding you through as you came down from the high.

"Fuckin' beautiful," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief as he freed your mouth and smoothed both hands over your breasts. He kneaded at them, enjoying their feel as you gave quiet, breathy moans in response. “You’re gonna make me cum hard.”

“Mm, I want to feel it,” you purred, watching a bead of sweat trickle its way down the man’s temple. You rolled your hips along with his own, meeting him in the middle with a brutal slap each time you connected. “You want to cum inside too, don’t you?”

In reaction, he only choked out a mix between a whimper and a grunt.

“Don’t you, Johnny?” You reached up to grab him by the shirt he’d kept on, tugging him down until your faces were mere inches apart. “Don’t you want to fill your friend’s daughter with your cum?”

Lunging forward to connect your lips, his fingers locked around your throat with an aggression you hadn’t seen before as he tongued his way around your mouth. He’d wanted to shut you up, you assumed, to stop you from reminding him of just how wrong he was for sleeping with - no, defiling his captain’s daughter. But he couldn’t ignore his wrongdoings as his muscles flexed, as his body turned rigid against your own in the midst of the vicious orgasm that was abruptly devastating his entire frame.

Swallowing each other’s moans, the man spilled into you, searching for every ounce of pleasure with his steady pumps. With his mouth on yours, you couldn’t miss the way he’d whimpered desperately into your mouth over and over again. You continued to kiss him through it, helping him come down from his high with his stubbled face cupped between your softs hands. When you separated, he collapsed his face into the space between your shoulder and neck and took ragged breaths in an attempt to stabilise himself.

Just as you both began to settle, you were startled back to reality once again by the thump that swung open your door and the flash of light from the hallway.

“What, in the living fuck, is this shit?”

#soap mactavish oneshot #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish headcanons #soap mactavish #soap mw2 #mw2 smut #soap mactavish smut #mw2 fanfic #soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soap call of duty

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icarian-carrion · 8 months ago

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Tisha's thinking about her mother. She can't help it. It's the only thing she can think about when she's in pain like this - amma, amma, amma ringing through her head, like if she thinks it hard enough, if she can push it past her dry lips, it'll summon her to her side. Not that she'd want that. She can barely move, and the busted up concrete below her is cold, as cold as the fingers she has pressed to her side. She's bled a lot. It's dark. It's quiet. And no one is coming to get her. Tisha can see the fire escape above her, her own dark windows, and wonders how long it will take someone to notice that she hasn't been up and down the stairs, that she hasn't made her usual racket with her work, that she just isn't there. She tries, again, to push herself up, but she can't. It's so cold. Her muscles have nothing left in them.

@worldofsenelfy

#ilyas:tisha

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gabessquishytum · 11 months ago

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Hob finally won the war for the territory from the Endless Crime Family.

At least initially he was just interested in courting, in the traditional manner even, (what smelled like his mate) Dream Endless. Dream was an artist, he was willowy and gorgeous; he fed birds in the park,,,,,,and he smelled like Hob's.

Hob didn't want a fight, again he respected his mate enough to ask for permission -- Hob Gadling up and coming Alpha in the business, went hat in hand, as best he could muster, to ask the head of the Endless Family, Time, for permission to court his son. Time laughed at Hob, kicked him out, and disparaged Dream to Hob's face, going so far as to say he was selling a 'worthless' Dream off to the Burgess family.

Hob was livid and was willing to go to Dream himself -- Hob tried the respectable way, but he's a fighter and not really all that respectable, so he wasn't really surprised when it didn’t work. Worse was when he tried to seek out Dream on his own, he only got to talk to Dream once or twice before they were ripped away from each other. Then Dream was hidden away,,, from Hob! That was unacceptable!

Hob warned Time that he was coming for his mate; Time didn't seem to believe him or understand that Hob was prepared to go scorched earth -- Hob didn’t need this city if he had Dream.

Time f'ed around and found out. Dream had best be waiting for Hob, unharmed when Hob walks into the Endless mansion.

Oooo we love a bamf Hob moment!

Hob didn't even particularly want the territory or to rule over the city as the biggest boss of them all. He was honestly happy with his black market business and his little protection racket. But Hob has his pride, and he also has Dream to think of now. He can't risk a hair on his mate's head, so he's really got no choice but to go all in.

And Dream is unharmed and fine (if a bit shaken up). Hob finds out that Dream was just hours away from being shipped off to Burgess, and he's so fucking angry about it! But he's not going to do any more damage, because he doesn't want innocent people getting hurt. The best thing he can do now is give Dream power. Hob essentially hands over the city on a silver platter. Everything Dream’s father used to run and more is his now - and Hob has absolute faith that Dream will be magnificent.

Dream can't quite work out why Hob would be so generous, but of course he accepts. And he also accepts a courting proposal. Not because he has to, but because he wants to. His mate is looking and smelling pretty damn fine from where Dream is stand, and he wants.

The underbelly of the city is run by an omega now, but that only means that everything runs much more smoothly and there are far fewer bust-ups over stupid stuff. Dream is the man his father wishes he could have been.

And Hob still has his little black market business and his racketeering on the side. But most of the time he walks around smelling like slick, 24/7. Because he can't get enough of his omega's gorgeous wet cunt, and Dream works so much better when he's let off some steam...

They're a very good team.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #mob au #cw omegaverse

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b4b3tte · 2 years ago

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꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Rocky invites you to his place after a short date but thing is you didn’t expect the outcome.

Contains of — Rocky’s turtles, his decent couch, endless amount of snacks in his fridge and a kiss at the end🤭

Visualization — Rocky and Adrian date scene<3

Babette’s note — you know the scene where rocky takes Adrian for their first date and invites her to his place and they kiss at the end, it’s basically this but with you as Adrian and a semi switch of script, it’s set in the first rocky film! Not proofread <3

- you and rocky are walking back to a set of some apartments while talking well mainly him but it’s still conversation.

- after he calls someone a bum he speaks up saying “ I think we make a real sharp couple of coconuts “

- you chuckle and respond with a “ yeah? You think so? “

- “ yeah, I’m dumb your shy what do you think huh “

- he smiles then slightly pats your shoulder and drops his hand down after doing so

- you were rewinding your guys conversation together and went back to the topic of him being a fighter so

- you spoke up about it. “ hm, I don’t..understand why anyone would want to be a fighter “

- “ hey you’ve gotta be a moron, you got to be a moron to want to be a fighter “ he states, while taking the cigarette out of his mouth

- you looked at him confused at first thinking he got into the fighting industry because he enjoyed it, I guess not

- with rocky still ranting he continues expressing the stupidity-ness with his hands, while looking back at you “ you know what I mean? “

- he ends his sentence with a strong “ it’s a racket that you’re almost guaranteed to end up a bum “

- you slighty frown at the comment so I guess you reassure him that You don’t view him as one “ I don’t think you’re a bum “

- “ well I’m atleast half a bum, you know “

- you guys reach to the front of the stairs which you assume is his apartment which leaves you kinda nervous

- but you forget about your anxiety when he speaks up again “ I’ll tell you one thing, worst thing about fighting is the morning after“

- rocky then leans on the brick wall with the cigarette in his mouth still expressing the “ pain “ he has in the morning afterwards with his hands

- “ I’ll tell you, yeah the morning after fighting your nothing but a large wound you know what I mean“

- you look down and chuckle while shaking your head not knowing how to respond but luckily he continues talking

- “ sometimes I got pains all over me I feel like calling a taxi to take me from the bed to the bathroom “

- you were impressed by how much he was talking, as someone who never spoke up it seemed like a whole lot but what can you say it’s rocky we are talking about

- “ you know what I mean, your hair hurts, your eyes hurt, your face looks all busted up your hands are swollen you know “

- he starts to walk up closer until he turns to his side to show you his side profile mainly pointing towards his nose

- “ look at this face, sixty-four (64) fights, look at that nose, see that nose? “

- he looks back at you kind of expecting an answer from you which luckily you caught on on

- you nod and respond with a “ yeah what about it “

- “ about it? That nose ain’t never been broken before sixty-four (64) fights I had guys busting on it, I had guys chewing on twisting punching it “

- towards the end of that sentence he makes slightly light uppercut punches towards you as an example of what happened to his nose in previous fights

- “ I mean, whack, tsh, pfft, boom. These guys hitting my nose all the time never broke it, “

- he puts his finger under the tip of his nose pushing it up showing how it’s never been broken. “ I’m very proud of that it’s rare, that’s rare “

- you hate to be the Debbie-downer of things but you still showed your concern for rocky. “ why do you do it if it hurts “

- when rocky turns up to go walk on the stairs he says “ why do you think? “

- you grab the stair handle and make some sorta swing on it and responding back with “ causeeee, you can’t sing or dance?

- “ yeah something like that “ he opens the front protective door and leans on it pointing his finger towards the door saying “ hey wanna come inside “

- this was the part you got anxious, there was an awkward silence for awhile, because you kept looking down but you’d figured it’d be easier if you told him it was late instead of staying quiet

- “ erm no I gotta go it’s kinda late “ before you even spat out your sentence you can already feel his disappointment in your response, trying to pursue you to come inside again

- “ hey come on, hey I got some animals I got these rare very rare animals inside, come on “ he was gonna say come on again until you cut him off with a “ no no I gotta go “

- he can feel your uncomfortableness so he tries to crack a joke to let the intensity down “ I gotta go too, I gotta go to the bathroom come on! “

- you really wanted to come inside but your nervousness got the best of you and told you no you gotta go which made you tell rocky that as well, “ no I really gotta go “

- “ hey I got, hey look at this face is that a face you can trust? You can trust or what? Huh? Is it?Gotta stick this face on a stamp what do you think? *chuckle* huh, come on “ he walks into the building with a come on

- after being pursued you still decided to stay outside to see what he would ( totally not because you were hesitant ) he gets his head out of the door frame making a hand motion to invite you in “ yo! Come on “

- you still waited outside.

- from the building rocky just slightly opens the door more open, from your view it just looks like it’s only his hand pushing it open

- it took you awhile but you eventually just took a deep breathe in and out and took your first few steps on the stairs, you stopped again

- and looked at the building number “ 1818 “ and walked the rest of the steps closing the door behind you. As you walk behind rocky to his apartment he opens the door turning on the light switch

- with an sound effect “ click “ he slightly stands behind the door making a motion to let you inside closing the door afterwards.

- you look around making a quick observation before he can catch you intensely staring at the whole place thankfully he spoke up “ Yo! Y/n you hungry? “

- at first you just look down and shake your head in a response of no but he continued to insist on you eating something

- “ I got some things in there I got uh if you like soda some donuts or something “

- you just lightly smile and respectfully decline again “ no thank you “

- “ you sure? A couple of cupcakes huh? No ? I think I got uh some chocolate in there, no? “

- you shake your head again and just awkwardly stand there watching him remove his leather jacket and hat

- you were looking around the place until your eyes made back to him and saw him taking off both his vest and turtleneck

- leaving him in his white ripped tank top, you visibly got flustered and red, more then you should’ve to be honest

- but you were also confused it was freezing in the apartment. After he throws his vest and turtle neck on the counter he says “ it’s hot in here you know “

- you definitely do not know, it was extremely chilly and his apartment window was half opened so you figured he just took of his shirts on purpose

- snapping you out of your thinking he turns to this wall with a record player, turning it on “ I can go for some music “

- he walks forward to this small table with two bowls grabbing the “ rare “ animals he was talking about

- “ yo! Y/n these are the exotic animals I was telling you about“ he makes 2 or 3 steps with the turtles on his hands lifting them “ these are my buddies cuff and link “ he smiles.

- you have to admit when he smiles it’s definitely quite cute but you didn’t show that’s what you thought and replied deadpan like. “ I sold them to you “

- as hes placing cuff and link down he looks at you saying “ sure I know you sold them to me, remember you were working at that pet shop huh? “

- “ first day yous was there and I came in and bought both these animals huh, yeah I remember that, I came in and bought this bowl, and I bought the uh..um.. the animals themselves, the food the marbles that go on the bottom there, and that mountain “

- he demonstrates the mountain size he bought with his hands continuing on “ remember that mountain I had to get rid of that mountain though because they kept falling over and flipping you know what I mean “ he wipes his hands on his pants

- and he removes the newspaper’s off the couch letting himself sit on it. “ yo, why don’t you come on over and sit down…hm…it’s a nice couch I don’t know…there’s uh..big bugs over there you know it’s safer over here…you wanna sit down? “

- after staring at the floor for what seemed like forever you finally make eye contact with him slowly walking up towards the couch

- you look around trying to find an excuse to stall sitting next to him, ah ha, you find some pictures taped on the mirror and wall which you quickly walk up too

- you point at the black and white photo of this couple asking “ uh these your parents? “

- looking at the view of your back from the couch he says “ yeah that’s both of them there “

- you nod and look at other photos until you see one that made you giggle, a baby picture of him you say as you point towards the picture “ is this you? “

- still looking at the view of your back, he looks at you up and down making an upside down smile ( like a frown smile )

- and chuckles nodding with “ yeah that’s me when I was eight years old that’s the Italian stallion when he was a baby “

- you place the photo back where it was and walk towards to what seems like to be a beaten up mattress but look at ground instantly again when he says

- “ why don’t you come on on and make yourself comfortable, relax “ you look back at him and respond with a concerning tone “ do you have a phone? “

- he seems hesitant to respond quickly but he ends up saying “ nah I got no phone I had it pulled you know cause people calling all the time and uh..who needs the aggravation right..interruptions…”

- (INTERRUPTIONS??? Rocky boy what do you mean 😩)

- after what it seems like forever he finally says or asks the important question “ uhh who’d you want to call? “

- you were shockingly nervous to respond back to his question but you were getting really anxious that it slipped out sorta instantly “ I wanna let my brother know where I am”

- “ why? “ at that point he was really worried if he scared you or made you uncomfortable with anything he said

- you bum your gums and look up saying “ I think he might be worried “ he says while getting up from the couch “ well I’ll call your brother if that’s the problem “

- he fully opens the window until the little click sound is heard, he sticks his head out and yells so loudly “ YO PAULIE!YOUR SISTERS WITH ME!ILL CALL YOU BACK LATER!…SEE YA! “

- after that obnoxious yell for your brother he closes the window and wipes his hands on his pants waiting for that satisfaction to appear on your face

- but it never came, he figured it was the way he lived, how he has everything and how messy everything was, he didn’t entirely blame you it was dirty and not pleasant

- but he hoped and didn’t expect you to be that type of gal, he didn’t know you cared about those things so he was just blunt and straight forward

- “ whats the matter, you don’t like the room do you.. “ he looked upset and him staring you up and down didn’t make it any better

- you weren’t that type of person, you didn’t care how someone lived or where they lived, whatever works you know, whatever is affordable so when he said that

- you were being completely honest and truthful when you responded with “ it’s fine, it doesn’t bother me at all “ you hoped he knew you were being sincere

- “ well it’s only temporary you know its not bad “ you nodded and added “ yeah it isn’t “ rocky looks down than back up signing deeply while walking towards you

- making you a little intimated especially the size difference you two have. He stands tall in-front of you, putting his hands on top of this pipe above him looking down at you

- your body language automatically changed so quickly he caught on to it, at first you were standing still with your arms crossed but

- when he leaned down your arms went behind your back taking a step back with a tint of red flashing your facial cheeks

“ what’s the problem, you don’t like me? Don’t like the turtles what’s the problem? “ he says with a bit of satire to it,

it seemed like you were at a lost of words you didn’t know entirely what to say, you didn’t have a problem really you were just nervous

- thinking of an excuse you just blurted out “ I don’t belong here “ he drops his hands from the pipe and says “ it’s okay “

- you turn away from him towards the door but turn back at him repeating “ I don’t belong here “ a little bit louder

- before he can speak up you added “ I don’t belong here and I shouldn’t be here “

- since you backed up before he moves closer to you saying fast “ well you know it’s okay because your my guest “ you move away from him slowly while stating

- “ I’m sorry but erm..I don’t..know you..well enough, I’ve never been in a man’s apartment alone “

- again he steps closer to you saying hopes in response to make you stay “ well uh I..uh they are all the same..you know.. “

- and again you back away from him letting him know “ I’m not sure that I know you good enough, I’m not really comfortable “

- “well yo y/n I’m ain’t so comfortable either “ he tilts his head as he states that sentence, you look back at him once more before saying “ I should really go “

- you walk quickly towards the door hoping to unlock the door fast enough but obviously rocky caught up and quickly says “ no, don’t go please, don’t go, don’t go “ as he corners you into the door with both of his hands next to you.

- you make a deep sigh and have a visibly upset defeated face and look at both of his arms trapping you between the door. You finally look up at rocky just to see he is already deep staring your every move.

- this was one of the first time you fully had eye contact with him, especially for a long period of time for a second it seemed like you guys were trapped into each others eyes just seeing the stars in them

- you both gulp at the same time which makes you furrow your eyebrows, he says “ do me a favor? “ you surprise yourself with how quickly you say “ what is it? “

- he grabs your glasses and slowly takes them off saying “ take off these glasses “ you really wanted to grab them back and claim them but your hands weren’t moving

- you genuinely couldn’t do it or maybe you didn’t want to, you just stared at your glasses being taken off not making a sound, he places them on the self next to you and says

“ you got nice eyes “ after that comment you look down in embarrassment not knowing what to say but suddenly he lightly uses his finger to lift up your chin to say “ you know that babe? “

- he starts to grab your beret ( hat ) and slowly bring it down “ take off that hat “ having all your hair go down to your face, enhancing your beauty even more he gets a close look at your features and deeply admires them he couldn’t help but say “ always knew you was pretty “

- becoming a little bit bold you say “ don’t tease me “ with a seductive but oddly innocent tone with the doe eyes your giving him, he tilts his head and bluntly tells you “ I’m not teasing you….I’m not teasing. “

- he kinda hesitates but he leans closer and moves his face closer to yours, if you weren’t already taken back he says something that makes you more shocked then ever

“ I just…I wanna kiss you.. you don’t have to kiss me back if you don’t wanna..but I wanna kiss you. “ by the look on your face he can tell you were nervous so he started off by baby steps, he leaned in on your left cheek leaving a light peck

- he pulls away from you waiting for a negative reaction, but you just give him the stare that says “ kiss me more “ he leans in much closer and kisses the end of your lips, which was in line with his bottom lip so well you just peck his bottom lip but look down automatically

- while your guys foreheads are still connected with each others, your guys noses connect this time it was like the perfect timing you both leaned in and kissed each other

- leaving his hands from the wall he drags his hands to you waist to your shoulder kind of gripping on them, while your kiss gets intense and intimate the more your guys lips engage with each others

- having the kiss get so intense you guys just slowing slide down the wall in each others embrace , traveling your hands towards his neck bringing his face closer to yours while he sorta holds you like he would if he’d pick you up, a hand on the waist and one on the shoulders

- you guys keep switching the way you guys kiss, left to right it became kinda sloppy at this point since his nose kept going over your face and your lips kept going over his face

- as soon as you guys officially hit the ground and lean on the fridge side he moves the hair out of your neck and starts kissing to your jawline down to your collar bone, which made you accidentally let out a soft gasp and grabbing on his neck tighter

- he definitely noticed this change in body language so he quickly picked you up and laid you on his bed while having his lips inlock with yours so you didn’t make another gasp in surprise, he lays you down and stands between your legs

- he puts his hands on your hips leading up to your chest “do you wanna…you know, take off your coat? “

Hi!! Thank you so much for reading and liking this post!! Just remember The night is a wonderful opportunity to rest to forgive to dream to smile & to get ready for a beautiful tomorrow ⭐️

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innocentlymacabre · 2 days ago

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DUE NORTH: VIGNETTES / 8

A cozy urban fantasy about two best friends who move to the pocket of eccentricity and magic that is Due North

cw: drug mention

The quiet early morning moon washed Alecia Ossario in its silvery tinge. She was dressed in black from head to toe, turtleneck covered with a leather jacket with far too many pockets to even be possible on top and jeans and lace-up boots on the bottom, save for her hair which had decided green was the way to go tonight. She made a mental note to tell Jasper to bring the delivery time a couple hours ahead, so she doesn’t have to be up when the only other people awake are the aquatics, gnomes, and faeries. Still, primetime for client scouting.

The silence of the night was broken only by the faint sound of an approaching car, thrumbling slowly down the end of the road. It purred along almost noiselessly, but on this particular night, nothing else, not a frog or an angry moth (those things could work up a real racket when they wanted) stirred even in the slightest, and no music from a water sprite afterparty rung through the night (If there’s one thing those guys know, it’s how to party, Alecia thought to herself), making it the loudest sound for miles.

Its busted headlights illuminated only a few feet of the winding road in front of it, something that Alecia thought was a touch risqué, especially considering she quite valued the cargo, and the side lines were more amphibian than she would have liked. She spun her fingers by her side, weaving a little light in between her slender fingers and let it fall in front of the car. Grateful for the light, it steered a bit more steadily before coming calmly to a stop a few feet in front of Alecia.

The driver turned the engine off and stepped out. A black boot hit the ground first, a tiny spark flying off, before a jaunty, dapper man stepped out. He had a dark trench coat draped over a brown suit and a half-buttoned olive-green shirt. He rounded out the sombreness with a yellow scarf and topped it all off with a top hat balanced on his head, tilted precariously to one side. His face belonged to a much younger man, all save for the eyes, which betrayed his true age.

“Alecia!” he exclaimed. “How you doing, darling?”

“Just fine, J, just fine. You should really get that headlight fixed, ya know.”

“Yeah, you know how it is. Always something in the way.”

“Uh huh. Well, shall we get down to business?”

“Always so quick on the draw, Alecia. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you didn’t like me very much,” he jested, leading the way to the back of the car nonetheless.

“Who said I liked ya? I do like what you’re carrying though, if that helps,” she said, winking.

Jasper mimed being shot in the heart with a laugh, then opened the trunk; Alecia twiddled her fingers and redirected the light from the road to the trunk to get a better view. Two plastic-wrapped packages, roughly the size of sacks of flour, gleamed in her light, boasting colourful pills packed to the brim, threatening to spill and scatter across the pavement.

“Jasper, plastic? I thought we’d already had this conversation, come on.”

“I know, I know, sorry. Last-minute complication leaving me with no choice. Won’t happen again, don’t worry.”

Alecia huffed. “Fine. Leave it with me. If a satyr drops by, I’ll throw it in as a “gesture of good faith”.”

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td-yuri-takes · 8 months ago

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Mod cricket is a pinch of duncan slander allowed with your usual yuri takes please 🙏 cuz ngl he seems like the type of guy to say "i can fix you baby cheeks" UNIRONICALLY. He looks like a threat to any lesbian in a 50 kilometre radius

OKAY SO TALKING ABOUT DUNCAN IS ALLOWED ON THE BLOG IF WE’RE HATING ON HIM.

I have a few words myself.

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shewhowantsmouseears · 9 months ago

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magic mafia morgana scene

As promised, here's some silliness with the above idea inspired by this concept!

Ever since Drake Mallard had decided to take up the cape and become a real crime-fighter, every day had come with new surprises and challenges – and somehow, someway, he’d overcome each one of them. Sometimes he’d lose a few feathers or suffer a major concussion along the way, but now he wore these bruises as medals of honor knowing his beloved city was safe. Tonight was no exception – several of his feathers had been singed from flames because of literally blowing up this week’s villainous plan, but he couldn’t help but grin proudly as he watched the smoke rise into the sky, twirling his gas gun around his fingers.

It would have felt slightly better if said villain wasn’t howling in anger and agony, falling to her knees, and clutching her hair as she watched her plans go up in actual smoke. Dang, she was even pretty when she was upset! Morgana MaCawber, head of the MaCawber family that had been threatening local businesses if they didn’t enter her magical protection racket, was unable to do anything but watch as the fire ate away at the magical supplies her gang had been about to unleash on the city. Gosalyn and Launchpad were in the sky, using the Thunderquack to douse the fire before it became uncontrollable.

“Well, Miss Macawber,” Darkwing said after trying to come up with a fire-based pun, “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, when you’re committing crimes in St. Canard, always expect them to be bust…ed. Hm. That didn’t quite work out.” Okay, he was still new at quips, give him time. He shook his head and began to walk towards Morgana. They were alone on the rooftop, with a perfect view of the city, and in his opinion, a perfect view of her lovely face, illuminated by the flames. It was a shame such a knock-out had been trying to knock him out all night. Boy, her eyes were really green… FOCUS. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, and are ready to peacefully surrender. I’m sure the good folks in the police bureau will ease your sentence if you-”

“YOU.”

Morgana’s normally sultry voice had changed into something demonic and dark – it almost made Darkwing drop his gas gun, and he emitted a tiny squeak. “Me?”

“YOU…” Her entire body began to tremble with fury, her hands curling up and allowing Darwking to focus on how her fingernails started to resemble claws. “YOU… RUINED… EVERYTHING!”

“W-well, that was the idea, yes…” His confidence began to falter. This hadn’t been part of the plan – she was supposed to cry into his masculine chest, ask for forgiveness, and he’d run a hand through that silky looking hair and assure her he’d wait for her prison sentence to end, and then romantic music would swell in the background, credits roll.

Instead of becoming a dainty wounded princess, she began to rise to her feet (boy, she was SUPER tall too, homina homina homina) her breathing become harder and harder. “Do you have any idea… how LONG this took to plan?! How many years have I sunk into this? All this time, this money, this effort, and it’s all... GONE! EVERYTHING I WORKED FOR IS GONE! AND IT’S ALL… IT’S ALL…” She tilted her head back toward him, vaguely reminding him of a horror movie he’d seen as a kid. “BECAUSE… OF… YOU.”

“So we agree, I stopped you.” He let out a nervous little laugh. Funny, he’d wanted those emerald eyes gazing into his own earlier, but not quite like this. He tried to swallow down his fear and rationalize the situation – he had the gas gun, and while her body was (very) nice to look at, she was no threat to him physically. She was slim, slinky, and had the figure of a runway model, and HOO BOY he was going to lose his train of thought at this rate. The point was, she was defenseless, so he had no reason to be afraid of her. He aimed the gun at her, his resolve strengthened. “Now it’s time to come along quietly, Miss Morgana, and I’ll hand you over to the police. There’s nothing more you can do!”

The second he finished that sentence, the gas gun was blown out of his hands. He blinked three times in rapid succession as he tried to understand what had just happened. Morgana had been pointing at his hand – no, it was more accurate to say it was using finger guns at him… to be even MORE accurate, there were several glowing orbs of light around her hands, and she’d just fired one of them off at his hand, like a magical bullet. No, like nothing – that HAD been a magical bullet.

He clicked his tongue. “Spoke a bit too early, didn’t I?” His knowledge about magic and the arcane was extremely limited, given how he hadn’t believed in it until he met the McDuck family and their merry band of insanity. But maybe he should have guessed that anyone who dabbled in magical products was probably some kind of magical being themselves. “I knew you were enchanting, but I didn’t think you’d fit another description for it.” He made an attempt to grab the gas gun but she fired off another shot, and with a not-as-heroic whelp, he began to run.

“YOU THINK I’LL GO DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT?!” She screamed at him, firing off several rounds from her smoking fingertips.

“I WAS KIND OF HOPING?” Darkwing shouted right back, trying to run through his vast tv trivia to find any ideas of how to save his skin and stop this sorceress. The only thing keeping him from being blasted from mullets was that her anger was making her aim off-kilter. He’d need to back off and rethink, which was why he took a valiant leap off of the rooftop to land on the next one… but she had the same idea, and the chase wasn’t stopped.

Gosalyn had been recording on her phone, hoping to use Darkwing’s victories as viral videos to boost his popularity (and her own, let’s be real) when the light of the magical bullets caught her eye. She glanced over and gasped at the scene unfolding, tugging on Launchpad’s arm. “Launchpad! Darkwing’s in trouble!”

“So are we!” Down below on the surface, the rest of Morgana’s mafia had finally caught up to the chaos and were firing their own “shots” toward the plane. The plane would survive, but its speed was vastly hampered, even as he tried pulling away as hard as he could. “I don’t know if we’ll make to him in time!”

“We have to try! She’s got him cornered!” Abandoning the phone, she placed herself up against the glass of the plane, watching in fright as Darkwing was backing away from Morgana, with no other safe places to jump to. Launchpad yanked on the throttle, steering the plane towards his friend, but…

Morgana was no longer running like a madwoman. Now that he had no place left to run, her steps were slow and meticulous, her hands spread out and glowing in a sickly yellow fashion. “No matter I do… you keep besting me.” She growled, sharp fangs bared. “No matter how hard I kick you down, you keep getting back up. No matter what corner I turn, you’re always there. You insufferable… pompous…arrogant…”

With each step she took towards him, Darkwing tried to lean an inch back, but when he nearly lost his hat, he knew escape was impossible. Sweat trickled down his face as she came closer and closer – funny, he thought, he’d worried about sweaty palms when he first met her.

“You’re relentless! You’re aggravating! You’re… you’re…” The glow from her hands vanished, and she grabbed him by the lapels of his costume -

“Darkwing!” Gosalyn and Launchpad cried out in horrified unison –

And then she kissed him.

Perhaps that was too gentle a word, because there was nothing soft and sweet about that smooch. It was a deep, all-consuming embrace that would have been the dictionary definition of passion, mashing her beak right into Darkwing – who, for the record, had gone frozen solid. It was a long one, too, which allowed the audience of Gosalyn and Launchpad to stare for several long seconds in stunned silence.

Launchpad broke the ice first with a well-meaning “Awww.”

Gosalyn wasn’t so cheerful. “What.”

It went on, and on, and on, and on, and just as Gosalyn was going to ask when they were coming up for air, Morgana pulled back and pulled Darkwing into her chest, holding so tightly that she nearly choked him. The furor in her voice had been abruptly switched out for gooey, giddy glee as she began to ramble in Italian. “Amore! Tesoro! Cara mia!”

“Those are Italian pet names.” Launchpad helpfully explained. “I learned them from my ex-boyfriend Tony in Venice! I should call him, see how he’s doing-”

“THANK YOU, LAUNCHPAD.” Gosalyn loudly smacked the glass with her fingers, trying to get him on the task at hand. “But that doesn’t exactly explain what we’re looking at! I think several steps were skipped!”

Darkwing was having similar thoughts buzzing in whatever part of his brain that hadn’t been fully knocked around by that massive kiss. Even then, that part was fighting for his life since he was being held by the beautiful woman he had a no-way-subtle crush on. The best he could muster up in response was “Huh?”

“You are my one true love!” Morgana cupped Darkwing’s cheeks in her hands, eyes aglitter with devotion. “All my life, I’ve been looking for a man worthy enough to stand by my side, but none have ever measured up to my standards! I thought I’d never meet someone who could be my equal, but you!” She peppered his face with kisses, his cheeks, his forehead, and his lips several times for good measure. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a man!”

Whatever was left of Darkwing’s sense managed to control his body for a very brief moment as he leaned his head back. “Hang on a minute. If I’m understanding this correctly… you, um, like me?”

“Darkwing Duck, I adore you!” Her hands clasped his own, and after a second of hesitation, he returned the gentle touch. “You’re the only one for me!”

Wow, this was way better than that fantasy he’d been envisioning earlier! A shy smile spread across his beak, and his tail did a tiny wag. “I… I feel the same way about you, Morgana! I’ve liked you ever since I laid eyes on you!” There we go, there’s the romantic music swelling up! Sure, it was inside his head – though he wouldn’t have put it past Launchpad to start blasting it on the Thunderquack’s speakers, he did make the ultimate wingman – but things were going his way! He actually had a shot with this gorgeous woman! Could life get any better?

With a pleased purr, Morgana affectionally nuzzled her beak to his cheek. “We were meant to be together! You simply must join mi familia at once!”

A blush began to grow on Darkwing’s cheeks. “You want me to meet your parents already? Before the first date?”

She giggled sweetly, lightly booping Darkwing’s bill. “Not that, silly! I want you to join my enterprise – my criminal empire, as my right-hand-man!”

There went the romantic music, and here came the record needle scratch. “What’s that now?”

“You and will rule over St. Canard together!” She threw an arm around his neck, holding him close again and accidentally choking him. “We’ll conquer this city and become the king and queen of crime! With your bravado and my magic, we’ll be unstoppable! Together, our love will destroy everyone who dares cross our path! Say, for the wedding, you mind if I forgo traditional white and go with red?”

“First off,” Darkwing managed to choke out as he pushed Morgana’s arm off his neck. “Obviously you look good in any color! Second, I’M NOT BECOMING A CRIMINAL!” Once he was free from her hold, he smoothed down his outfit. “I won’t say I’m not flattered by the offer, but I’m the city’s guardian! I’m not going to become it’s enemy because you’re hourglass shaped and I’m going to be thinking about that kiss for the rest of my life.” Maybe honesty wasn’t the best policy for this situation. “Sorry, Morgana, but if that’s how you see things, the only lady I’m going to work with is Lady Justice!” And that was too corny. Maybe he should have followed Jim Starling’s routine and gotten actual writers for his quips.

Strangely, Morgana didn’t look heartbroken or defeated, which should have been the first red flag. Instead, she tilted her head ever so slightly, and then let out another giggle, but this one was a bit more… witchy in nature. “Oh, how wonderful! You have a sense of humor too.” She then grinned, showing off every single one of her pearly white fangs.

A hard chill went Darkwing’s spine. “What’s the joke?”

“That you think you have a choice about this.”

Clink! Darkwing turned his head toward the new noise, and now found his right hand handcuffed to Morgana’s. “Wh-where did you even KEEP these?!”

Morgana was still smiling, but it was no longer full of adorable tenderness. It was the sort of look Darkwing recognized when he’d gone to toy conventions and a horde of rabid fans had tried to seize the last collector’s edition. There was no arguing logic with that kind. “Dark, darling.” Her sultry voice had returned but now it had deadly hints of infatuation. “You think I’m going to let a little thing like your own morals stand in the way of true love?”

He suspected that just like those rabid fans over that last collectible, she too wanted to steal him away and lock him up so no one else could ever put their fingers on him. “Any way we can discuss this over dinner and a movie? And minus any chains?”

As Morgana did a classic evil laugh, Gosalyn couldn’t help but wince. “Wow. His childhood idol tried to kill him, and now his first girlfriend is legit crazy about him. He really can pick ‘em.”

“In Japan, they call that a yandere! Learned that from my ex-girlfriend Kimiko in Tokyo.”

“Thank you, Launchpad.”

#morgwing #darkwing duck #launchpad mcquack #gosalyn mallard #morgana macawber #fanfic #def influenced by the iruma mafia manga

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laundrybiscuits · 2 years ago

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(purify our misfit ways tag | AO3)

Sometimes he runs through the timeline in his head, trying to figure out: when they were trapped in the elevator, was he yelling at Gareth for fucking up the drum solo? When a sadistic goddamn Russian guard was making them bleed, was he already home and lighting up, Sabbath in the background?

He knows there’s probably not anything he could’ve done if he’d been there with them, but maybe—maybe it would’ve made a difference. Maybe if he’d been there, it would’ve helped somehow.

“Um, no,” says Steve, when Eddie makes the mistake of saying something to that effect. “Jesus, no. I’m really fucking glad you weren’t there, Eddie.”

“Huh. Okay,” says Eddie, a little hurt. He knows he’s not part of the new Steve-and-Robin thing or whatever, but still.

He’d driven Robin over to Steve’s place as a favor, because apparently Robin makes house calls at the Harrington estate now; he hadn’t really thought through the fact that he’d have to hang around until Robin is ready to go, seeing as Steve definitely isn’t capable of driving anytime soon, and now Robin’s in the bathroom and this might actually be the first time it’s ever just been the two of them in a room alone together, and this is what Steve Harrington chooses to say.

“No, I mean—” Steve goes to push his hand through his hair like he always does, and hisses as his bandaged hand catches on the strands. “I hate that Robin was there too. If I was worrying about taking care of you and Robin both, I’d…probably have done something really dumb.” Steve huffs, wincing. “Even dumber, I mean.”

“Who says I’d need you to take care of me? Who takes care of you, huh?” says Eddie. He doesn’t exactly mean to say it like that, and it comes out too soft.

Steve blinks at him like he’s just said something in Quenya, and Eddie…

Okay, so, when Eddie was a kid and still living with his ma, there was this mean old tomcat who’d come around. Never let anyone near, not that most people even wanted to get near something that ragged-looking and crusty. It wasn’t anything pretty or soft, looked like it had about a million diseases, and Ruth Munson had forbidden Eddie in no uncertain terms to go near the thing. Eddie hadn’t needed telling twice. He’d seen the tomcat take a real chunk out of a neighbor girl who’d tried to pet it, seen her hollering at the blood. Eddie wasn’t going to get himself bit like that, no way.

But then some real asshole had clipped the wretched beast out on the road, and Eddie’d found it mewling pitifully with a busted leg right outside his door, of all places. He’d never even tried to be nice to it before, but there it was looking up at him all big-eyed and limping and confused.

Turns out it’d been a savvy old tom to go to him after all, because Eddie’d taken one look and with all the resignation his eleven-year-old heart could muster, he’d thought: ah, hell. Guess this is happening.

Anyway, that’s the same feeling he gets looking at Steve Harrington, now.

Ah, hell.

The tomcat had still been kicking around when Eddie’d left to live with Wayne a few years later, more ancient and ornery than ever, but he’d always let Eddie sidle up close and rub the base of his ears even after his leg healed up and he didn’t need Eddie anymore. Went so far as to purr loud and ugly sometimes when Eddie did that, sputtering and wheezing up a racket like a broken-down motorbike. Even now, Eddie still thinks about him sometimes, wonders how he’s doing.

He rubs his eyes, suddenly wrung out. He hadn’t even known to be on his guard against this, but now it’s here, and he’s just going to have to ride it out until it reaches whatever tragic resolution it’s going to reach. He won’t make the same mistake he did with Robin, though; he’ll keep a leash on his greedy bastard of a heart until it learns not to push for stuff he can’t have.

It’s not the same, obviously. But it’s part of the same pattern; the kind of pattern that’s stretched over Eddie’s life, repeating again and again while he fails to learn his lesson. He’s always been too much for people to take, too hungry for stuff they can’t give him. This painfully tender thing that’s starting to unfurl in him whenever he looks at Steve, now, is just the dumbest part of him ignoring all the flashing red lights warning danger, danger, danger.

He can keep a lid on it, though. He can be better than the weakest part of himself this time. He has to be, because the thing is, Eddie has put in a lot of work into not being the probably-gay kid this time around. He can’t afford to let something slip in front of Steve Harrington, who despite all recent falls from grace is still someone people would believe if he ever said something about Eddie. The denizens of Hawkins High would definitely latch on, if word got around that Steve said something.

If Eddie has to go through the same thing he did back at his old school, but worse and more this time around because all the kids have sharper teeth, he’s—

He’s—

He’s not going to go through that, is all.

Honestly, Eddie had kind of thought he’d be past all this by this point in his life. He’s not sure what kind of life he’d thought he could have, but—a big city, maybe? New York, LA, Chicago, anywhere but Hawkins. It had seemed like a good starting point, but the city means money he doesn’t have, which means a real job he can’t get without the god damn diploma that keeps getting yanked away from him like he’s Charlie Brown chasing the god damn football.

His world is so small and petty, and he knows it, but it’s all he’s ever known. He never expected Steve to come creeping in at the edges, sweet and mean by turns, stealing his best friend and not even having the decency to be a real douchebag about it. Somehow becoming a pretty decent friend to Eddie, too.

Steve’s head is lolling against the back of the couch, eyes closed, breathing even. He’s still supposed to be on a bunch of medication, though Eddie has the sneaking suspicion Steve isn’t taking his pills as religiously as he should. He’s been complaining about feeling too fuzzy with the pills, not being able to think straight.

Personally, Eddie doesn’t really get it. If offered the choice, Eddie would take that cotton-wool layer between himself and the rest of the world any day of the week.

“Is he asleep?” Robin whispers, perching on the arm of the couch.

“No,” mumbles Steve, struggling back upright. “I’m awake. I’m here.”

Eddie glances over at Robin, biting down on a damningly fond smile. “Okay, sailor. How about we get you to bed, huh?”

Steve blinks at him, already sleep-flushed and hazy, and Eddie takes his elbow to tug him up gently. “C’mon. Robin, where’s his room?”

They get him all tucked in; Steve’s pliant, goes easy, and starts snoring before Eddie even hits the lights on his way out.

“I don’t think he’s been getting a lot of sleep,” says Robin.

“Yeah, seems like,” sighs Eddie. “How about you, Robbie? How’ve you been holding up?”

She frowns. “What are you talking about? It’s not like I even needed stitches or anything. Not like Steve did.”

“Sure, but.” He shrugs helplessly. “Buckley, you lived through a fucking nightmare too. Drugged by Russians in an underground lair, shit. It wouldn’t be unreasonable if it, you know, left a mark.”

She climbs into the passenger seat of his van, folding her legs up and wrapping her arms around her knees in blatant violation of automobile safety protocols. “I’m fine, Eddie. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Okay,” he says. “I mean, I’m gonna. You can’t stop me. I’m a rebel like that, totally off the chain.”

Robin grins, a bright flash in the low evening light, as he starts the van up to take her home. “Yeah, yeah,” she says. “Love you too, nerd.”

#fic: purify our misfit ways #steddie #I cut like 500 words of meandering introspection from this at the last minute #I cannot emphasize enough how much I do not have a plan #I am just...excavating words here

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icedmetaltea · 2 years ago

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Okay so I'm not big on scps but I love the au you created with sun and moon. So I tried to write something for fun. I'm so rusty and sorry again I know next to nothing about SCPS.

Your hands pound on the glass patience to be let out wearing thin. It's been two weeks since you were pulled into the SCPS cage along with them. You were loosing faith in your coworkers to get you out, you had a sneaking suspicion they were only using you to pacify the two SCPS who patiently watched you albeit with a disapproving scolding eye from the commotion your making so late at night . It was Moon who pulled you back to the blankets emitting a purring sound Were they part cat? "Indoor voice little one, I think you tired yourself out enough with all this fussing. "

"He's right starlight, and besides if those bullies didn't come get you before the first 30 minutes of you making a racket, I don't think they'll bother now." Sun informed in softer tone like he was trying to settle down a fussing toddler throwing a tantrum " Did these strange creatures have a strong paternal instinct? They seemed they WOULD be good with children if they weren't creatures that could eat a child like you would an olive for a snack. You shake the terrible thought away while moon took to grooming you with his tongue. His razor sharp teeth gently nipped your shoulder or neck as gentle reprimand to stop squirming.

"Fussy, fussy " moon muttered. You tried to keep your cloth covered arms in front of you as best you could, you learned from past experiences moon and sun could release a sort of toxin in there saliva that can work its way into your system through the saliva making contact with your skin. You realized it when you refused to wake up one morning, so Sun took it upon himself to give you a dogs version of a kiss, you had been disgusted but otherwise refused to get up out of stubbornness, there was little reason to get up if all there was to do was to stare at a wall and hope today would be the day youd finally get out. ....Only when you laid there trying to continue sleeping, you suddenly felt like a coffee or energy drinks entered your system. And you gathered it came from suns saliva. You had an over abundance of energy and raced around the room suddenly needing to something, ANYTHING! Your hands shook slightly like a caffeine addict. Maybe you could bust the glass somehow with all this new energy. "Move!" You growled as you raced for glass door, only for a giant body to block your way.

"Friend, you'll hurt yourself, I'm glad your ready to play now but let's not get too over zealous. Here we can play catch." On further reflection it did seem like the better option, with all the tiredness chased away you felt invincible. No whatever sun put into your system worked like caffeine. You needed to burn it off and as ridiculous as it sounds, playing ball was the better option. It was odd colors no matter how dull also seemed "brighter" somehow. Just what were these SCPS? You informed another coworker of this revelation about these creatures your trapped with, they decided to call these "toxins" in there saliva the "sunnydrop" and "moondrop" toxins. They left with another typical excuse of why they couldn't let you out. But had requested if at possible to see if could get a sample of there saliva for them to study while they activate there toxin. To say you were peeved and displeased was an understatement......

Much like back in the present. "Moon I'm not a kid, let go of me and put me down please" you couldn't contain the bitterness in your tone, not necessarily JUST towards him but your situation in general. Moon cocked his head at you grinning ear to ear but there was a slight disapproving glare to his eyes as he laid you down in the soft warm blankets humming what sounded like a lullaby. Both he and sun blocking you from sight against the wall curled around you with there giant bodies.

"Hmm...you sure do ACT like one...." Before you can say something out of outrage, he takes the opportunity to lick the side of your face, your limbs were starting to feel heavy, a clear sign of his moondrop toxin beginning to work its way into your system. Is this helplessness how prey to a poisonous snake feels? You try to get up from the make shift bed before sun smiles and pushes you back down with a 'finger'. "Staying up later than you should..." He grins playfully and 'walks' his fingers to you gently poking you on you cheek to distract you. You wrestle with pushing his fingers away before you feel moons tongue lick you again. The toxin coaxing you to sleep along with moons strangely soothing humming. "Not eating anything....and when you DO, it's nothing healthy for you, are you trying to make yourself sick? Make US worry about you when we couldn't get to you?" Moon boops your nose, your reactions are slowing down but you try to swat his hand away before you hear them both chuckle before moon locks you AGAIN. Another side effect of moons toxin is you literally are seeing these beautiful stars dance gently in your vision. Stars were comforting especially when this gentle scolding was reminding you of your parents and simpler times. "And let us not forget your little tantrum just now, in your fit of anger you could have hurt yourself. For an 'adult' you seem to still fail at reining in your emotions so you don't get yourself into trouble. "

"I...I just wanted to " your eye lids were feeling heavy and you were feeling warm and cozy just like they promised they'd make you feel if you just entered there cage.

"Enough" Moons voice spoke so gently, it seemed to aide in lulling you to sleep like a sirens song. "I want you to grant a wish for me. Can you do that?"

You didn't answer right away, on the cusp of sleep, how was he so good at this? Was he the sandman personified? "....uh.....huh...." Not caring anymore what he wanted just wanting to shut your eyes and sleep.

Grinning ear to ear at you finally settling in for some well needed rest, he spoke again "Starlight, starbright, my little star I see tonight wish I may, wish I might have this wish I wish tonight ....I wish youd finally have a good nights rest".

Your ears are surrounded with the sound of soft purring before finally drift off to sleep.

Sorry this was more SCP moon centered than sun because I kinda had an idea for how I wanted moon to act but I'm still trying to figure out sun. Anyway I wrote this for fun and it's two in the morning so I'm going to head to bed. God I hope I don't wake up tomorrow and kick myself for writing this silly peice.

#submission #Answer tag #Metaltea Talks #SCP au #others writing #yaaaaas this is so wholesome aH #Love it thank u very much for blessing us with this #*gives u a chocolate mocha candy cane*

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