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if you click the thinks below, you’ll find #1578 gif icons of lee chaerin, or cl. she is best known as a member of 2ne1. everything here was made by suji, so please refer to our rules to see what you can and can’t do with these. please like or reblog if you’re planning on using or if you found this helpful!

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PART ONE PART TWO

[apocalypseornaw]

Not Just Dreams

Sam Winchester x Reader

Or maybe it's not just dreams

NSFW happenings

You hummed along to the radio as you cut up the strawberries you'd gotten at the farmer's market a few days before. The fact that Sam hadn't gone with you was still bothering you but hell the three of you lived together, worked together, all of you were due some time to yourself when needed but no matter how much you tried to ignore it you knew it wasn't just that. Sam had been pulling away from you for weeks and you had no idea why.

You heard footsteps behind you and thought for just a minute it may be Sam but your hope was squashed when Dean's hand slipped around you to snatch a few strawberries out of your bowl "Y/N, you seen Sammy?" You shrugged, trying not to seem like something was bothering you "He barely talks to me these days"

You turned to face him and saw the little wrinkle that popped up between his eyebrows when he was thinking hard. "You finally noticed that huh?" You let out a sigh, that meant it wasn't just you. Sam was indeed purposely ignoring you. You nodded, eyeing him carefully "You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would ya?"

He shrugged "No clue sweetheart but I'll try to figure him out. We got a hunt so after you eat, get dressed and we'll hit the road. I'm gonna go wake see if he's still asleep or gone on a run" you nodded, watching Dean walk out before you grabbed your strawberries and a bottle of water and headed to your room.

You were everywhere, your scent surrounding him and the taste of your skin heavy on his tongue. "Sam" the whispered gasp of his name from your lips pushed him further towards that edge. Your legs were wrapped around his waist and your top half was laid back against the counter of the kitchen, breasts on full display for his large hands to tease and grip. How it'd gone from making breakfast to him being buried inside of you he couldn't remember and didn't care. You were perfect to him, every damn inch, every little sound you made was music to his ears. "Fuck Sam, that feels so damn good" you cried, clenching around him.

"Sam!" Dean's deep voice mixed with his hand gripping Sam's shoulder had him jolting awake in the impala. Dean chuckled "Easy tiger. Don't think you wanna wake Y/N up"

Sam followed Dean's eyes to the backseat where you lay, peacefully asleep curled up under Dean's jacket. He nodded slowly,rubbing a hand across his face. "What was that dream about anyways man? You were making some noises"

Sam cut his eyes at his older brother who wore a smirk "Shut up Dean" the answer was Dean's laughter filling the car. You started to stir so Sam punched Dean's arm "You're gonna wake her up!"

Dean held up a hand, his laughter dying down "Sorry but man if you're having sex dreams you need to get laid" Sam rolled his eyes "I'm not having this conversation with you"

Dean shrugged "Fine. Your dream woman at least sounds like shes amazing" Sam's eyes barely flicked back towards your sleeping form but just enough that Dean caught the movement but chose not to say anything, a plan forming in his head as he drove to force the two of you to admit the feelings he knew you both had. "She is" Sam admitted in barely a whisper before laying his head back against the seat again.

The hunt had gone easily enough. A small nest was easily put down with no injuries on any of you, so you counted that as a win. The only thing that was left was to find a hotel to crash for a few hours before heading back home.

Dean pulled into the Golden Dove Inn. You groaned at the name but it looked clean enough. He parked near the office and cut his eyes from Sam to you "I'll be right back" when he disappeared inside Sam turned to look back at you "Your shoulder ok?" You nodded considering this was the most Sam had willingly spoken to you "Yeah. The ibuprofen helped so I know it wasn't anything serious" he nodded "Good"

Before you could say anything else Dean walked back out, carrying keys and a grin. When he climbed in the car he announced "You two can share right? I'm headed to that bar down the road and want the option for a little company"

You remained quiet, waiting for Sam's answer which came with him shooting daggers at his brother with his glare before saying "Yeah. That's fine"

After an awkward dinner of silence and Chinese food Dean headed to the bar so you claimed the first shower.

When you walked out the bathroom Sam walked into it without a word. You had no clue what you'd done to fuck up your friendship with him but it was weighing heavy on your heart. He was your best friend and you missed him. Hell he was more than that in your heart if you were being honest but you'd long since decided being his friend was better than risking losing him by admitting anything but now it seemed you were losing him anyways.

A part of you wanted to stay up, push him for answers as to what was wrong but you knew him too well to think that would work. He had to deal wth whatever was plaguing his mind on his own, you just wish you had some idea as to what part you had played in it.

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Sam hesitaed when he stepped out the bathroom. A part of him hoped you were still awake but he honestly had no idea any more how to be around you without letting the memories of the dreams drift into his head. He'd had feelings for you for so long but he'd thought they were buried or had hoped for the sake of your friendship.

Instead he was met with the sight of you curled up on your side, hugging a pillow to you and fast asleep. Christ, you were beautiful. It made his heart ache.

He tossed his dirty clothes next to his duffle bag, praying for a dreamless night as he laid across his own bed.

You weren't sure what had woke you up but two things hit you the moment consciousness rushed back to you. One was that the room was hot, the next was Sam was muttering in his sleep.

You kicked the blanket off your legs and called his name, when you got no response you climbed out the bed to walk over to him but froze when you heard your name. Was he dreaming about you?

It felt wrong to listen but you were too curious as to what had gone wrong between the two of you to care. You paused next to his bed and your eyes widened when he rutted his hips against the bed and muttered "Fuck you feel so good" Sam was having a sex dream...about you.

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He started to stir so you practically dove back into your bed hoping he hadn't realized you were fully awake. He sat up slowly and called your name so you acted like you were just waking up "Yeah?" when you sat up to look at him his cheeks were rosy and it took every ounce of self control you had to not glance down at his crotch.

"Is it hot in here?" "Very" you breathed hoping your voice didn't betray your thoughts.

Sam stood out of the bed and walked over to the small unit in the wall. He clicked a few buttons then smacked the side of it, "It's dead"

"Fuck" you growled, watching him turn up the ceiling fan with an apologetic smile. "Bet Dean's air works" you muttered before kicking the blanket completely off the bed, much to Sam's amusement.

He shook his head but grinned "Do you mind if I take my shirt off?" You shook your head "Naw cause you're about to get a strip show Winchester. I can't sleep in the heat"

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When he slipped the shirt over his head you found yourself watching the muscles in his arms flex. Damn he was gorgeous. He smoothed his hair back out his face then cut his eyes at you "Feel free to get comfortable. I'll even face the wall if need be"

You shrugged before slipping your t-shirt off considering you'd put a soft sports bra on under it just in case then slipped your shorts off your legs leaving you in the bra and a pair of black panties "You and Dean both have seen me stripped when I've gotten hurt. Hell modesty could kill in this line of work"

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Sam tried to ignore how his cock twitched in the sweatpants he wore or how the comment about Dean seeing you stripped licked up a flame of jealousy in him. Fuck he wouldn't be getting any sleep with you wearing so little.

He took a deep breath then went back to his bed. He'd just laid down when you called his name. He turned to face you and you were mimicking his posture, both of you propping your head up on one arm to face each other "Are you mad at me?" He shook his head "Of course not"

"You barely talk to me anymore. Even now I feel like it's a struggle for you to meet my eyes" "No one could blame me for being distracted with you wearing what you're wearing" he blurted out, the shock on his face mirroring your own "What?"

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He groaned and pushed himself to be fully sitting up "We need to talk but can you promise first to not kick my ass?" You nodded, climbing out of your bed and walking towards his "You van tell me anything Sam"

The fact that he'd dreamt of you in a very similar circumstance didn't miss Sam as he stared at you. Your eyes were full of concern and it made his heart ache. He wanted you to feel the same, wanted to make every dream he'd had reality but the fear of losing you was overwhelming. "I've been having dreams about you" he admitted.

"Dreams?" You asked stepping closer and he swallowed hard "Yeah" your heart was beating wildly. Did he feel the same? Did he want you the way you wanted him?

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"Sam, what kind of dreams?" You asked,stopping just shy of the bed to brush his hair back from his eyes. "Y/N we both know what kind of dreams"

You moved your hand down his face, smiling when his eyes fluttered shut for a moment before your fingers caught his chin, making him look at you. When his eyes met yours you saw the uncertainty there mixed with a need you felt in yourself "Sam, do you want to kiss me?"

He swallowed hard "More than anything and I just don't want one night. I want all of you for as long as you'll have me" you felt a smile split your face "Then claim what's already yours Sammy" you whispered and the moment the words left your mouth you saw an instant change in his demeanor. The uncertainty was gone.

"What's mine?" He echoed so you nodded, slowly climbing into the bed to straddle his waist "Claim what's yours" you repeated. The look in his eyes made you clench around nothing. He looked like he wanted to devour you and to say you were willing was the understatement of the century.

He gripped your hips roughly and turned, flipping you so your back was against the bed "Yes ma'am" he spoke against your lips before pulling you into a hungry kiss.

Sam moved from your lips down across your jaw to your neck. You gasped when he bit down on your pulse point then soothed the area with gentle kisses "Lay back baby, let me take my time" he whispered as his lips moved further down. You whimpered when his large hand cupped your breast through the thin bra "Can I take this off?" You nodded "Please"

You leaned up so he could slip it over your head. Once you were bare to him he froze, letting his eyes take in you bare under him "I'm awake, aren't I?" He asked lightly and you laughed, slipping your hand under the waistband of his sweats to grip his hard cock, lazily stroking it "That feel real?" He swallowed hard and nodded "Very" you grinned "Good. Now show me what those dreams were all about"

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You were on your stomach, pillows under you to angle your hips just right as Sam rutted into you. Every thrust of his hips had you seeing stars as you felt his lips tease your bare shoulders, teeth lightly grazing the most sensitive skin "Fuck Sam. You're so fucking big, feels so damn good." You were barely coherent from the amount of orgasms he'd wrung out of you between his fingers, tongue and now his cock. He growled as he shifted to bury himself even further inside of you with each snap of his hips "Baby, you're so perfecting perfect, taking me so good. My good girl" he pulled your head back to catch your lips in a messy kiss, his hips never faltering their rhythm.

When you snatched away in need of air he chuckled. "You're so fucking gorgeous, all fucked out like this. Might want to keep you in bed, spread out for me" you'd never known Sam was such a dirty talker or that it'd be such a turn on. "Sam please I can't take much more" he kissed your neck gently "One more baby. Give me one more then I'll fill this pretty little pussy up and let you rest"

You whimpered but nodded. He slipped a hand under you and when his fingers found your clit your hips started to move back to meet his thrusts, needing to meet him on that high and ride it together. "You want to come with me huh?" You asked and you nodded "So damn sweet for me" he cooed, pushing your shoudlers down "Play with your clit for me sweetheart"

You slipped your hand under you, teasing your clit while he sat a punishing pace. You would be hoarse tomorrow from screaming his name but you could've cared less. You felt that pleasure building inside of you at the same time his hips started to falter. "Just like that Sam. Oh fuck" you moaned as the pleasure burst.

He buried himself deep inside of you with one final thrust, his release coating the walls of your pussy. He stilled then, hands massaging your shoulders and leaving light kisses "You ok Y/N?" He asked, voice full of worry. You laughed, turning your head to look at him "I think I love you Sam" he laughed lightly "Good because I know I love you"

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

The Best Kept Secret on the Grid || Part Three

MV, CL, CS, LH, LN, PG x fem!reader Warnings: primal play, smut, oral, cumplay, mxm, foursomes WC: 3.1k

F1 Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four

You asked, I answered - love Ollie xxx

Gentle waves lapped against the yacht as it was moored in the bay of the private island Max had hired for the week. Your morning had been spent enjoying the ocean spray and the sun with Max navigating the pristine waters of the Mediterranean before you had convinced him to leave the captain's chair and join you on the top deck. 

It was lucky there was nothing around for miles or the boat might have run aground when he saw you were sunbathing nude because he didn’t make it back to the steering wheel for quite some time. 

“I have a surprise,” Max said as he helped you step off the boat and onto the pier that led to the waterfront villa. 

Your already bright smile grew as a quad bike came down the beach and you grew impatient as Max failed to explain anything further. “Well, don’t leave me hanging,” you urged him. “What’s the surprise?”

“You’ll find out,” he teased before grabbing your hips and lifting you onto the back of the quad driven by one of the staff that maintained the villa. “Everything you need is in the backpack.”

He tipped your head back and crushed his lips to yours, nipping your bottom one as he pulled away smirking. “I’ll see you soon.”

You would have opened the backpack to try and figure out what was happening but the ATV revved and your hands were preoccupied with grabbing the handles as you were sequestered away. The ride was nowhere near as smooth as the yacht had been on the sea and you bounced around as the man Max had entrusted your safety to left the beach and drove inland, deep into the forest you had yet to explore.

“Nous voilà. Bonne chance,” he said as he stopped in a clearing with a small lake. Your French may have been limited but even you knew ‘goodluck’ when you heard it and you frowned as you hopped out of the offroad vehicle, grabbing the backpack before he left again.

“What the hell, Max,” you muttered as you were left alone and the sound of the bike was replaced with birdsong. 

There were staff all over the island, topping up supplies in the villa and maintaining the land, but they were very adept at keeping to the shadows to give you the privacy that was expected with your stay. You only hoped they were somewhere nearby as you took a seat at the edge of the water and opened the backpack to see an envelope with your name on it.

We know how much you love the chase and you know we love the competition, so while you and Max were off island we snuck on.  For each hour you escape us, another joins the hunt. Goodluck, Charles, Lewis, Carlos, Checo, Lando, Fernando, Pierre & George.

Your heart jumped at the thrill they offered and you opened the bag open further to see some warm clothes to go over the swimsuit you still wore along with shoes, food and water, as well as a map and compass. You unfolded the map first and saw there were places marked that offered more supplies before checking your watch. It was a little after noon and with sunset tending to be just before 9pm you could see yourself enjoying the night with all of them, if you could evade them for nine hours. 

It didn’t escape your notice that the names were in the same order of the driver standings and you knew it wasn’t going to be an easy task hiding from them on the island. It wasn’t that large but the forest offered the best chance with its cover so you pulled on the clothes and packed the bag up again before setting off into the bush, keeping your heading north with the compass.

The first hour passed quickly with you looking over your shoulder every ten seconds but the second hour grew a little tiresome as the initial burst of adrenaline retreated and the solitude of the dense trees left you going stir crazy. 

By late afternoon you knew Max, Charles, Lewis and Carlos were definitely about with Checo likely already having joined them too. It was Carlos’ laugh that alerted you to their proximity and you daren’t breathe as you dropped to the ground and rolled under a thicket of bush. Your ears pounded as your heart rate spiked and blood pumped furiously around your body. Excitement of the chase warred with the need to get caught and it took all your self control to keep still as they passed your hidden position. 

“Sucks to be you, mate,” Carlos teased, “you’ll be fighting your own brother for her next season.”

The thought of sharing the Leclerc brothers stoked the fire igniting in your body and your thighs pressed together tightly.

“Do you see any Alfa Romeo drivers here?” Charles shot back. 

“He makes a very good point,” Max said with a laugh. “But if you were champion you wouldn’t have to fight anyone.”

“Yeah,” Charles scoffed and you could picture him shaking his head.

“It’s not impossible to do, fucking difficult, don’t get me wrong, but not impossible,” Lewis noted as their voices faded off with the snaps of sticks under their boots. 

The last thing you heard was Checo suggesting splitting into smaller groups to cover more area and the others agreeing, you didn’t hear who teamed up with who.

Another two hours had passed by the time you reached the northern beach of the island, long shadows chasing the retreating tide as the temperature started dropping. It was quite the relief to find that a glamping tent had been set up and inside was a warm meal as well as more clothing and there was even a solar shower after all the walking you had done.  There was no way you were going to pass up the chance to have a hot shower and quickly stripped off your clothes before stepping under the refreshing water. 

If you weren’t so tired from the unexpected exercise the afternoon brought you might have questioned how the meal was hot or why the tent wasn’t on the map. 

“Well, well, look who wandered in,” Pierre chuckled as he stepped into the tent with a towel hung low on his hips, George at his side with wet hair and a grin on his lips. “This is a surprise.”

You froze as you realised this wasn’t a supply tent for you but where the guys were waiting for their time to join the hunt. “Fuck,” you cursed and stepped out from under the spray of water to grab a towel. 

“No need to cover up, love,” George tutted as crossed the distance in two long strides and blocked the shelf full of them. “I quite like you as you are.”

You looked at his watch and bit your lip at the heat of his stare. “You’re not playing yet.”

His thumb caught a drop of water clinging to your bottom lip and your nipples peaked as the air cooled around you. “I never play when it comes to you.”

Pierre watched with an amused look as he sat back on the bed that had been made with the same neatness as the beds in the villa. “It’s kind of a shame you’re here really, I was looking forward to hunting you down.”

Your chest rose and fell with quick breaths as you enjoyed the same thought. “You could let me go, there’s still five minutes.”

His head tilted as he pondered the decision but your attention was torn when George’s knuckles traced your jawline before trailing down your neck and over your collarbone, a soft sigh parting your lips at the touch. 

“Tempting,” George muttered, “but we can hardly let you walk out of here when you look at us like that.” 

A shiver rolled down your spine as your tired muscles were refreshed with an injection of adrenaline and a smile played at your lips. Unable to help yourself, you grabbed George’s hips and rose on your tiptoes to brush your lips across his cheek. “I’ll see you in an hour.”

Your fingers curled into his towel and pulled it from his hips as you ran out of the tent, Pierre’s deep laugh promising retribution as it followed you out. “Four minutes, chérie!”

Your feet were flying as you sprinted off the beach and back into the treeline knowing Pierre would be hot on your heels the moment the hour clicked over. You checked your watch to see how much time was left and cursed as you remembered taking it off to shower. 

You didn’t have a single clue what direction you were heading, all you wore was George’s towel and the low sun barely saturated the canopy of leaves overhead. Realistically, you weren’t sure you could outrun the guys for another hour to get your share of them all but you kept trying.

Your lungs burned and your bare feet hurt but you kept your head down and kept moving before bursting through the tree line into a clearing, crashing into the back of someone. You both fell to the ground with a surprised shout and he managed to wrap his arms around you before the impact came but the towel managed to come free. Rolling on top of him, you straddled his waist and pinned his shoulders down.

“Got you.”

Charles' stunned expression only lasted a second before he grinned. “The hunter becomes the hunted.”

“Where are your clothes?” Max asked as he picked up the towel and you saw Carlos in the clearing too, the trio making up one of the teams they split into.

You dragged your eyes up the length of his body and licked your lips. “Why, want me to cover up?”

“No fucking way, hermosa,” Carlos replied quickly as he took the towel from Max and balled it up before throwing it back into the bush. “This is perfect.”

“You look cold,” Charles commented as he pushed himself up on his elbows to flick his tongue over your nipples and a needy whine poured from you. “I think between the three of us we can warm you up.”

Your mind went blank at the promise of being between them and your hips rocked over his in search of friction. “Please…”

Carlos was already shucking his jacket and ripping his belt out of the loops with a sharp snap so he could kick off his jeans while Max was content to lean against a tree, arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold before him.

Your head fell back with a cry when Charles bit the swell of your breast and your knees tightened around him in response to the bolt of lightning you felt in your core. “Fuck, I missed those sounds,” he groaned as he pulled away before tugging you up his body and positioning your cunt over his lips. “Not as much as I missed how you taste.”

The heat of his breath blowing across your core was nothing compared to his tongue as he tasted you for the first time in weeks and your jaw fell slack with a moan. 

“That’s it, baby, open wide,” Carlos praised, his fist pumping slowly up and down his cock as stepped closer. 

There was something wild and freeing with being lost in the middle of a remote island, the scents of the earth and natural light colliding with the dominant energy rolling off the men. And knowing there were even more of them out there searching for you made you feral with need. 

Your lips sealed around Carlos and your nails dug into his ass as you pulled him closer, burying him down your throat until you gagged. His hand found its way to the back of your head and he held you there as your eyes watered and you almost had to tap out.

“Dios mío,” he moaned as he watched you gasp for air before taking him once again, tears staining your cheeks. 

Your legs began to tremble around Charles and he moaned as your arousal ran down his chin. The tension that had been building all day finally peaked and stars danced around your vision as Charles’ tongue and Carlos’ cock found the perfect rhythm.

Carlos grinned as your eyelashes fanned across your cheeks, droplets glistening along them while your throat tightened around him. “That’s a good girl,” he praised and wrapped his large hand around your throat to feel your struggles with his size. 

Your orgasm shattered every inch of you and your cries were smothered as Carlos’ hand tightened, his hips thrusting forward as he joined you. His taste filled your mouth and you hummed as it ran down your chin before you climbed back down Charles' body and saw the mess on his face.

“Open your mouth, Charles,” Max said with a smirk as he pushed off the tree and knelt beside him. Charles obeyed in an instant but Max wasn’t satisfied as he caught his chin and opened his mouth wider. “Go on, baby, he’s dying for a taste too.”

You leaned forward and parted your lips, letting the thick stream of cum flow into Charles’ mouth before he pulled you down and shared the taste on your tongue with a deep groan.

“How was your warm up?” Max asked as he lifted you off Charles. Your feet touched the ground and though they were a little weak from the orgasm they seemed stable enough.

“Warm up?”

Max checked his phone and chuckled before he slapped your ass. “Run, rabbit, run.”

Carlos’ laugh echoed Max’s from where he was pulling his boxers back up his thick thighs. “Here come the wolves.”

Two British accents caught your attention from somewhere in the trees and everyone turned to the sound but while they were distracted you bolted in the opposite direction, your legs bumbling like a newborn fawn. You barely made it fifty yards before a pair of strong arms caught you and you let out a surprised scream as the ground disappeared from under your feet. 

Your already smarting ass took a fresh smack from Lewis’ large hand and you moaned as the heat spread across your skin. Peering up from where you had been tossed over his shoulder, you smiled as Lando caught up with his own lopsided grin. 

“Hey gorgeous,” he greeted before Lewis turned around to say something to him but Lando was a little distracted. “Oh, hello gorgeous.” 

His lips felt refreshingly cool against the handprints burning backside and you fell limp against Lewis’ back with a sigh at how good it felt. The upside down world starting to spin when Lewis held your legs apart so Lando could fuck you with his fingers and you quickly got lightheaded from it all. 

“Tu vas bien?”

You worked hard to push yourself up to see Pierre had found you with his trademark smirk painted on his face and you gave him the thumbs up as your lips parted with another breathless moan. “Just exploring the island.”

“So I see,” he chuckled as he circled around you. “Heads or tails?”

“Heads,” Lewis called before Pierre tossed a coin in the air and slapped it down on his hand, Lewis’ deep laugh vibrating through you at the result. For a second you were almost airborne before he caught you and lowered your feet back to the ground to see the damp mark on his shirt. His smile was one of pure indulgence as he held your eyes and lifted the material to his lips and tasted you with a hum of satisfaction. “On your knees, babygirl.”

Your fingers worked his belt open and pulled his cargo pants down as you sank to your knees, your hand wrapping around his thick cock before you wet your lips. A pair of hands gripped your hips and you moaned around your mouthful as Lando pulled you back to meet his thrust.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, gorgeous,” Lando groaned happily.

Needing to breathe, you pulled back with a gasp and peeked over your shoulder to see Pierre pressed against Lando’s back and your core clenched as both of their eyes fluttered shut in pleasure.

“Oh my fuck,” you moaned as a delightful shiver spread across your body and Pierre placed his hands over Lando’s, holding your hips too as he set the pace.

“You like that, babygirl?” Lewis asked with a knowing smile as he ran a thumb over your swollen lips. “You want to watch them too?”

You nodded eagerly and tongue lashed across the pad of his thumb before you sucked it into your mouth and his chest rose quickly with the deep breath he took. He pulled you away from Lando, the emptiness only lasting a moment as he spun you around to face them and stretched your cunt as he snapped his hips forward.

Your hands braced on Lando’s chest and he stole the startled cry by crushing his lips against yours. You broke away breathless and your head fell back to rest in the crook of Lewis’ neck.

“Open your eyes,” Pierre ordered and they snapped open at the command to meet his over Lando’s shoulder.

Your eyes trailed down Lando’s body to where Pierre was stroking his hard length smoothly thanks to your arousal slick on his palms. You could hardly breathe as Lewis matched their pace, his tattooed hand reaching around you to find your clit.

“Uh-uh, eyes, chérie.”

Heat spread up your spine and tremors followed as the pleasure built to breaking point. It was the deep moan that Lando made as he came that tipped you over the edge and your fingers gathered the cum that warmed your skin so you could taste him too.

“Oh, babygirl,” Lewis moaned in your ear before spanking his palm across your ass. “You’re so tight, I can’t even, ugh,” his words were lost to his bliss as he rolled his hips slowly, milking every last drop that had begun to leak down your thighs.

“Putain,” Pierre swore as saw the delicious mess that had been made and slammed his dick into Lando one last time before spilling his own.

For a moment the clearing was silent except for the heavy breathing from all the exertion but then a slow clap started and Max, Charles and Carlos stepped out from the trees.

“Please don’t make me run again,” you panted from where you were sitting on Lewis’ lap, a sheen of sweat coating your skin. “I can’t feel my legs.”

“You’re welcome,” Lewis chuckled low in your ear.

“Luckily, the villa is just through those trees,” Max said as he pointed behind you and sure enough there were lights when you looked properly. “You, my little rabbit, have earned a bit of recovery time. After all, we have all night.”

Click here for part four.

Tagging: @slytherheign @alwaysclassyeagle @godess-of-mist @leahstf @mydutchproblem

[moeitsu]

♡The Tie Which Linked My Soul To Thee♡

(Arthur Morgan x OC) Masterlist

Hey cowboys!

Below is where you'll find all the chapters to my Red Dead Redemption fanfic, I will keep it updated as I continue to post more chapters. But in the meantime, I wanted to make things a little more organized and easier for you to navigate.

Whether you just started reading, or if you've been keeping up with the story since the beginning. I want to thank you! This started as a little side project to keep me busy during my down time at work, but it's turned into something I'm really passionate and proud of! So thank you for all the support <3

!!Please be aware this fic is explicit. As it contains blood/violence, as well as other adult themes!!

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Summary: Kate McCanon, a young widow from the north, meets outlaw Arthur Morgan. When the two cross paths she discovers a complex man wrestling with his own sense of right and wrong. As their unlikely bond deepens, Kate becomes determined to guide Arthur towards a brighter path, even as tensions rise within his gang led by the enigmatic Dutch van der Linde. With danger lurking at every turn, Kate must navigate treacherous territory to protect those she holds dear, all while finding love in the most unexpected of places.

Story Tags: Widowed, Original Character(s), High-Honor!Arthur Morgan, Arthur Morgan Does Not Have Tuberculosis, Arthur Morgan Deserves Happiness, Chubby!Arthur Morgan, Canon Divergence, Mutual Pining, Slow Build, Eventual Smut, Eventual Sex, Eventual Romance, Emotional Sex, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Touch-Starved, Sexual Tension, Friends to Lovers, Child Loss, Infant Death, Trauma, Canon-Typical Violence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Torture, Blood and Violence, Survivor Guilt, Aftermath of Torture, Caretaking, Injury Recovery, Period-Typical Racism, Anxiety, Self-Hatred, Night Terrors, Emotional Constipation, Self-Doubt, Men Crying, Bathing/Washing, Sweet/Hot, Romantic Angst, Romantic Fluff

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Ch 1 - The Years Creep Slowly By Kate becomes entangled in a heist with two strangers, Hosea and Arthur, forging an unexpected bond amidst their criminal endeavor. Ch 2 - The Snow Is On The Grass Again A fisher of men and A strange encounter. Ch 3 - The Suns Low Down The Sky Welcome to Horseshoe Overlook Ch 4 - The Frost Gleams Where The Flowers Have Been It's time to collect a debt. Ch 5 - My Heart Beats On As Warmly Now A well deserved hunt with Charles, met with an unexpected surprise back at camp... Ch 6 - As When The Summer Days Were Nigh The battle begins, and the past is revealed. Ch 7 - The Sun Can Never Dip So Low Kate is not immune to the dangers of the land. No matter how much she loved it, the land will never love her back. Ch 8 - Or Down Affections Cloudless Sky A blissful sunny day after a long hard night. Ch 9 - A Hundred Months Have Passed Kate and Arthur share a tender moment in the quiet of the night. Ch 10 - Since Last I Held That Hand In Mine The Course of True Love and other Revelations Ch 11 - And Felt The Pulse Beat Fast Arthur and Hosea share meaningful conversation after a night of advertising some moonshine. Meanwhile Kate finds herself involved in a dubious mission with John and the boys. She patches up Arthur as the day ends with an air of unspoken desire. Ch 12 - Though Mine Beat Faster Far Than Thine - Part 1 Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God in a world that is ugly with violence and hate. Ch 13 - Though Mine Beat Faster Far Than Thine - Part 2 Arthur’s life is ebbing out like the tide. Kate must work quickly and diligently to reverse the cruel hands of fate. She is aided by the help of an unexpected ally. Ch 14 - A Hundred Months ‘Twas Flowery May As Kate navigates Arthur’s recovery, she discovers that true strength lies within her trusted companions, finding relief in their unwavering support during the trials of his healing journey. Ch 15 - When Up The Hilly Slope We Climbed Arthur struggles to adjust to his new disabilities. Meanwhile Kate finds a job outside of camp for them, providing a few days respite and some much needed alone time. Arthur finally reveals his feelings. Ch 16 - The Past Is The Eternal Past Kate and Arthur welcome a new life into the world. The scene brings back tender memories of Arthur's past, he finally finds the courage to open up to her about his family. Ch 17 - To Watch The Dying of The Day Say, isn't it strange? I am still me, and you are still you. In this place. Isn't it strange how people can change? From strangers to friends, friends into lovers. To strangers again. Ch 18 - To Hear the Distant Church Bells Chime The gang finds a new hideout at Shady Belle, just outside the heart of the new modern America. With Jack still missing, Kate and Arthur must work together to find him. Amidst the tension, Arthur confides in Kate about his deepest regrets.

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[atsadi-shenanigans]

What Shall We Become 15 - Sharing

The rogue makes a connection.

On AO3.

“Why in the sweet hells would I have a rock?” Astarion says.

The bag of sparkpowder makes sense. It’s hard to screw that up. But then she wants a stone, and while he pilfers nearly anything he can get his hands on (to sort through later, mind you) that doesn’t extend to rocks.

“I need to test my theory,” she hisses back at him.

The underground beastie lurks beneath the dirt. Its heart beats slow and strong, and he can’t help but wonder what it’s blood would taste like. It seems simple enough to him: light the bomb, throw it, and run in the opposite direction.

But his illustrious leader keeps mumbling something about “tremors rules” and it makes absolutely no sense to him, but when has that ever mattered.

“Throw one of your own trinkets,” he says. She’s even worse than him about grabbing whatever isn’t nailed down.

“That all got washed off.”

Ah. Right. That. The little, inconsequential thing he might have had a hand in.

Gods. Her and her theories. He knows she’s got at least one, phallus-shaped trinket she could sacrifice. But it’s too much fun to tease her about it, and honestly, it’d be a shame to lose such a quality item.

Of all the things in all the planes, this weirdo beside him took her phallus when she was kidnapped. It’s hysterical.

So he sighs and reaches into his pack. Rummages around until he finds something cool and smooth. One of his empty blood jars—they’re all empty at the moment. He hands it over.

And she leaves him holding it. In silence. Is she judging him? Because it feels like she’s judging him.

“Ahem,” he says and jiggles it.

“Huh,” she says. Articulately. And finally takes it from him. “You have gotta take better care of your stuff.”

The beastie shifts down there. He can imagine it eyeballing them.

“Really?” he says. “You’d like to discuss sanitation right now?”

“I’m just saying. Between this and that bed plank…”

“The one you’ve been sleeping on with no complaint so far? Having ousted me? You’ll have to forgive me, darling, for wondering what your point is.”

He’s…aware all the others sleep on bedrolls. He knows they exist, and that they’ve run into plenty more. He could have plucked one up for himself. But sleeping in comfort was for that bastard’s favorite. Or for when Astarion was put to work. He complains about the lack of a feather bed because it’s expected for the image he’s built for himself: the decadent hedonist. And in truth, he thinks it might very well be nice to rest in one fully clothed for a whole night.

But camping in the wilds with other monsters and an illithid parasite, with the lingering fear of being hunted. No. That’s a luxury he hasn’t been able to afford.

She’ll be wondering about that, however. Even if she never complained, he knows she must have questions. And…he…he almost wants to tell her? For some boggling reason. So he hedges, reveals only part of it. “I don’t like bedrolls. They’re, ah, too soft. The dormitory beds were little better than wood anyway, and those were a luxury compared to the kennel floors.”

“Kennels?” she says, with a strange tone.

“Oh yes. Whenever any of us earned punishment, Cazador sent us to the kennels for correction.”

She silent for a long, long time. During which her heartbeat spikes almost louder than he’s ever heard it. It’s a pathetic excuse, he knows. He shouldn’t have told her. It’s not worth her fragile, mortal back pain to tolerate his sleeping arrangement just because it sends his reverie to places he’d rather not go.

Then she says, “Your plan for that fuckface. Do they include ripping off his head to shit down the back of his neck.”

“…no?” he says. But it sounds incredibly delightful. And vulgar. Maybe once he’s pulled that bastard’s intestines out and draped them around his neck like a festive garland?

“Right. I, uh. Sorry. For snarking at you.”

Again with apologies. It does strange things to him. Things he can’t trust and doesn’t like.

“We,” he says. Trails off. Has to clear his throat for some reason. “You could, ah, lay a bedroll down for yourself. If you wanted.”

There. A compromise. Prevent her frail back from splintering to pieces since they’ll have to keep sharing until they find a bloody waypoint stone.

Then, very softly (and not just in volume, as they’ve been whispering the entire time) she says, “If you’re okay with that.”

And everything in him is unsettled, so he reaches into what he knows, splays a hand over his chest, and says, “Well, I was born for decadence, darling. We’ll just have to make do until then.”

He’s beginning to feel strangely…exposed on the inside. As if he sits in that blood-soaked clearing, in flickering torchlight, with an oozing hole in his chest large enough she can see straight into his lungs.

He needs to paper over that hole with his usual charm, in hope she’ll stop looking into him.

She hums. Then, in an atrocious mimicry of his accent, says, “As m’lord requests.”

He ought to bite her for that level of cheek. But they’re rather stranded and low on medical supplies, and if one of them stumbles and falls off, they’ll be eaten by some huge, armored monster.

So he lifts his eyebrows and drops his lids in the way that almost never fails to bring the first soft brushing of a blush to some tipsy tavern-hopper. “You know, my dear, I could grow very used to the sound of that.”

Without the accent, preferably.

But she continues to drive a wedge between herself and most of his marks (the successful ones, anyway) and instead of leaning in or sliding her fingers across his own, she only snorts and says, “Yeah yeah, y’big dork.”

Which doesn’t translate as anything, but the shape of that word sounds ridiculous and she’s certainly mocking him. Only, once again, her tone carries a smile, and not a trace of coldness or cruelty or disgust.

Something shifts below them. The beastie stirs. And it must be visible enough for his leader to catch, because her fingers start drumming on her thigh.

“What’s the plan, darling?” He’s close enough the warmth of her skin almost soaks into his cold cheek.

But she doesn’t shiver or shy. She’d focused on a murder, which means she notices little else, despite her earlier flinching away. He tilts his head to try and better hear what’s behind them. Someone needs to watch her back. Or listen, anyway.

“So,” she says. Pauses as she does, while her fingers slow to a rhythmic ta-tap-ta, ta-tap-ta. “So I’m thinking we chuck that blood jar as far as possible to the left.”

“We?”

“I’ll get to that. We throw it—”

“Why can’t you throw it, darling? On account of having functional eyes.”

She takes a breath in through her nose. Which she does when she’s annoyed and trying not to show it. He’s fairly certain she thinks she’s being subtle when she does it.

“Astarion. You’re an archer. Your biceps is bigger than mine.”

It’s not the time. He knows that. And yet…?

“You think I’m big?”

It’s hard to describe the sound she makes. It’s rather like an artificer automaton plowing into a shrub, all of it somehow emerging from low in her throat.

“Would you just—”

He’s already standing and slipping in front of her (finding the ledge with his booted toes). “Go on and aim me, then.”

In between all the mortal peril, he’s gotten somewhat used to her bare palm on his. She’d had no qualms about grabbing it an hour ago. But the monster hides below, and she’s back to plucking gingerly at his armor. He nearly says something about it, but in a rare burst of generosity (she’s been through a lot) he lets her turn him in the direction she means him to throw without making any kind of comment.

She hands him the emptied blood jar. “Think you can toss that a hundred feet out?”

He can do a lot better than that. And then another, even rarer flash of planning comes to him, and he finds himself saying, “And after that?”

“If it goes after that, you throw the grenade. Um. In the same spot?”

Even she seems to realize how challenging that’s going to be. Tossing a jar into the distance is nothing. But hitting the same spot again? Blinded? He can’t help it. “Bit of a long shot, darling, even for me.”

He’s certain she’s staring at him. Then she sighs. Doesn’t roll her eyes (well, she probably did) or call him an idiot or order one of his siblings to slap him.

Just says, “Mmm. I…might have an idea for that?”

And oh, does she sound ever so tentative.

“We can, y’know, share thoughts and all with the brainworms, huh? And I saw bits of where the others were that one time. So…?”

Oh dear. She’s actually suggesting what he thinks she is. She’s going to let him into her head.

It’s a double-edge blade, he knows. An opened door with an open invitation can let anyone or anything through. Both ways. And he’d felt her horror when he slipped into her mind that night. When she panics, she curls herself into a tight, impenetrable ball to their shared illithid connection. To say she’s wary would be one of Astarion’s greatest understatements, and he has many.

She’s suggesting she lower her defenses (and his). Maker herself (and him) weak.

“Are you certain?” he says. While he collects the weaknesses of others—it never hurts to have too many weapons in one’s arsenal—he’s aware of a certain…similarity (how disgusting) between them in that respect.

“I mean,” she says. “I got enough water for another day, maybe. What’re the odds of the others finding us within three days of that?”

So she’ll be letting him in, then.

There’s a joke, there. Inviting in a vampire and all. But her voice is tense enough he keeps his tongue behind his teeth and only says, “If you’re sure, darling.”

“This’s probably gonna be fast. Got no idea if it’ll even work. But I’m thinking we pull a Kevin Bacon on it—you chuck that jar, see if it goes after, and then light and toss that bomb right on top if it does. How long do them things burn?”

The wick is short. “Not long.”

“Mmm. So the second it swallows that shit, we book it for the crevasse.”

“And if it chases?”

“Run faster?”

“And if it catches up?”

A pause.

He swears.

“It wouldn’t cross to this mushroom we’re on and that was something I could hop. If we can reach that crack, I think we’ll be good.”

Astarion sighs. “Well, I suppose that’s better than sitting here and drinking from your corpse.”

Even though he could, technically, survive well until the others found him. Whether or not they’d put much effort into it—especially after he sits and watches their glorious leader die—is up for debate.

And…the thought of sitting in the dark silence again is wretched. Especially the thought of listening to his only companion’s heart race, weaken, and then stop.

Dead blood is disgusting.

(he doesn’t want to listen to her die)

Astarion rolls his shoulders. Flexes his fingers. Readjusts his grip on the bottle. Then, “Whenever you’re ready, dearest.”

She takes a few breaths, this time. Rustles quietly. Mutters so softly he only picks out bits of words. Then the brush of her mind against his own.

He leans into it.

It’s rather how he imagines swimming (having no actual memory of the deed). A sort of weightlessness and jostling about. Two people trapped in a very small pool trying not to slosh each other too much.

It’d be easier if they’d just grab each other (we are one, the tadpoles yearn; become Us, become Whole). But the both of them can only pluck at the others’ clothing in an attempt too steady themselves.

Until Astarion loses his patience and finally reaches for her.

Outrage. Fear. Teeth, teeth BITE IT.

Yet his leader manages to reign in her more feral instincts. Begrudgingly lets him ease into her until their outlines blur—

Astarion blinks. It takes a moment to make sense of anything. A new body, a new sense.

He’s…seeing, in a fashion. Shapes and colors. Blue and black. So much black. They’re shadows, he realizes. The dark of the Underdark.

He blinks again, only it’s her blinking and turns his head—

Their bodies revolt. Not one, but two and that’s wrong, it’s not how it’s meant to be, they are a Whole. The moving throws off that synchronicity.

“Jesus fuck!” they say and their stomachs give a queasy flop.

But they need to see around them, so they try again, and they’re angry about it; so, so scared about it. But they got to. It’s a necessity. There’s a birdshark (a what?) waiting to bight off their feet and leave ragged, spurting stumps at the ankle.

“You are a morbid thing.”

“Fuck off.”

More gloom. Details lost. A darker slash to the right (think it’s a crevasse; lord jesus please be a crevasse).

“Darling, your eyesight is shit.”

“Just fucking throw it!”

To the left, then. A dark gap between two, soaring mushroom stalks. They’re rather beautiful, like this. Shining softly in the dark.

They lift an arm, the glass cool in their grip (it’s crusty inside?) (of course, that’s what blood does, darling). It still smells faintly of said blood (that clawing, biting hunger that never goes away) (a spike of something disgustingly soft and they both shove that down in mortification).

Take aim. Feel their own doubleness. Test their arm a few times. The disorientation settles faster each time as they adjust. Cock their arm.

Throw.

The bottle goes spinning off. They already hold the grenade in one of their hands, which they pass to themselves. Eyes move when the other commands to look down. The gap between the mushrooms and the boulder. Track down to the ground below. Along the route they’ll need to run—

Movement.

A surge in the dirt. That low thrumming noise—

“Holy fuck you hear everything—”

Of course they do. Poor, deaf thing she is.

The birdshark surges towards the clank of the jar. Fuse. How short? When?

They gauge the distance. Peer with eyes that fail far too quickly. They have to blink several times. Look around the churning dirt because their sight is atrocious.

“I got perfect twenty-twenty vision you ass.”

Now. Now.

“Ignis!”

The wondrous magic leaps to them. A cat after a string of yarn. An opened valve. Rushes to them and fills them and surges along their arm to ignite a ball of flame in their palm and it really is magic, fuck me.

They light the fuse. The birdshark closes in on the decoy.

“Throw it!”

So they do.

And then there’s no time to untangle themselves because they need to run and they didn’t think this part through, didn’t know they’d be so enmeshed (it’s terrifying) (it’s glorious) (oh god).

They have to run.

Their feet move. All of them. Two pairs and two bodies of a whole running, sprinting, stumbling. They reach out to steady themselves, the cavern rumbling as the birdshark plows on.

As the birdshark stops. It’s tremors rules. It’s gotta hear their pounding footsteps oh sweet hells fuck.

The bomb goes off.

Slaps them stupid. One of them falls, hands cradling ears that hurt and hurt. Claws at them, even. Have to get up, have to go, go!

Scrambling and kicking. The birdshark is quiet. They must have blown it to pieces! It never works in the movies, fucking run.

What’s a movie…? Oh. A wonder. They want more, want to delve in and view the memory of them all—

Get your fucking ass up and moving!

They close the distance to the crevasse. But they’re already flagging. A body unused to this: impact lancing up shins, air clawing at their throat and a cramp stabbing them in the side and they can’t, they can’t go any more. You have to, darling. Up! Get up!

Then. Oh then.

A hissing and rumbling anew. Not towards their distraction, but towards them. It’s failed (told you!) The bomb failed (fucking horror movie rules you fucker) and now it’s coming for them and it’s real fucking pissed.

That puts a pep right back into their step. They’re closing. Even as their body screams. As their feet drag and their lungs burn and they force themselves on. They run. They run for their lives.

Closer. Closer.

They can feel the birdshark now. The ground shivers right on their heels. Right beneath their feet. It’s going to come up right between their legs and chomp off their bullocks—

The ground ends. Drops off in a sheer cut.

They leap.

One lands badly. Feet slide out and their battered and abused left knee twists and pops and gives out. They barely manage to catch themselves on bare palms that rip open on hard stone.

The other doesn’t land. They hit. Fold over a ledge of stone that knocks the air out of them and knocks their thoughts with it. They hit so hard they become two for a moment. His leader scrabbling for a handhold as her feet kick in the terrifying nothingness of the crevasse.

She’s going to fall. Be swept away because he cut that rope and let her.

Shock. Horror. She can still hear him. She can see that memory, the knife sawing through that straining rope and the way he knew it was damning her and he did it without a thought. They stare at each other through her eyes.

Something flashes orange to his left. Some fungus. It throbs once. Twice. Swells up shockingly fast. Oh. That’s probably bad.

“Ast—” she starts and their fear is a shared thing, a rampaging beast thrashing in both their minds.

The mushroom explodes.

He sees it. The flash. And barely registers that before the blast swats him. His leader yelps and her legs flail. She’s going to slip, going to fall and it’ll smash her leg bones up through her pelvis and shish kabob (what?) right through her bowels and into her liver.

But it’s him who feels the ground fall away. Who tumbles, is blasted right off their little ledge.

He falls.

And he falls.

And he falls.

Everything in him goes rather numb. Goes still and silent. But something else rages up inside him and it takes him the span of a thought to realize it’s her, his illustrious leader: her panic. Her terror.

Not because he’s leaving her to die again (as she feared he’d do, oh, he’s really failed hasn’t he). It’s not for her. She’s horrified…for him. His safety. His unshattered (for the next few moments) body.

She’s afraid for him. Despairing, because she cannot reach him, cannot stop this, can only watch him fall.

“Astarion!” she screams.

It’s honest. It’s genuine. No guile or secondary motivation. She reaches out through her tadpole as if to hold him, shield him somehow simply because…because she wants him to not be—

He hits.

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Bunny- Geralt x Reader

Summary: Geralt gets his bunny to bounce on his lap for him 😉

Word count: 766

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“Geralt, you need to hold still so I can fix up your cuts,” you fuss over the shirtless Witcher, straddling his large lap on the edge of the double bed.

“You are the only remedy I need, little bunny,” he smirks against your neck, emphasising the nickname by grabbing a handful of your ass and jiggling it.

“Such a sweet and soft little bunny, all for me. Are you gonna bounce for me, little bunny?” He whispers hotly against your neck, as he forces you to grind down against his hardening length.

Your attempts of bandaging him up were becoming much more difficult, as his kisses against your neck grew more hungry, and he began to pull your dress up to your hips. You let out a light gasp as your bare skin is exposed to his rough strong hands.

“No undergarments on. Naughty little bunny,” he growls against your neck as he bites down on the sensitive skin.

“Ah-Ge-Geralt,” you moan out to the Witcher, gripping at his silver locks.

“You gonna be a good little bunny for me?” He asks tauntingly as he bounces you with his thighs, causing your breasts to jiggle in his face.

“I’ll bounce for you, if you let me clean up your cuts,” you persuade as you look into his gorgeous golden eyes.

“Deal,” he simply growls as he pushes you into a hungry kiss.

The kiss is messy and heated, full of teeth and tongue as he fights and claims your mouth. In the heat of the kiss, he rips your dress down the middle, needing so badly to feel your warm skin. Not evening bothering to apologise or react to your gasp, he simply throws the now ruined dress to the ground.

Breaking from the kiss, your mind is dizzy and you’re slightly out of breath, now caught in the trance of the strong Witcher below you. Geralt only moves you slightly as he pulls down his pants only just enough to free himself.

Normally Geralt likes to take his time with you, normally spending quite some time between your legs before he either takes you or watches you bounce for him. Tonight however, Geralt was both tired and desperate, this monster hunt had taken longer than usual and he needed his prize (you) now.

Rubbing his thick fingers through your folds, he smirks as he feels and sees how wet you already are. His eyes stay fixed on your wetness, as he manoeuvres you to line up with his impressive length. His eyes are trance-like as he watches you slowly sink down onto him; only once he’s fully inside you does his burning gaze reach your eyes.

Staring at your cute fluttering eyes and parted lips, he growls with a smirk as he grabs at your thighs, squishing the soft skin under his harsh hands.

“Bounce for me, bunny, let me see how cute and fucked out my little bunny can be,” he ordered from below you.

The way he treated you so sweetly, yet still ordered you around, put your mind is a sweet and tingly place. Looking into his soft yet dominating gaze, your hips begin to grind and bounce, as your hands held onto his wrists.

Neither of you wanted to look away from the other, Geralts eyes either fixed on your sweet pleasure-filled face, or on the way your tits and thighs bounced for him.

The powerful look on Geralts face drew even more pleasure from you as you grind and bounce in his lap, his cock hitting you in all the perfect places. It wasn’t until you felt yourself reaching that perfect tingly bliss, and your fingers reach up to rub against your clit, did your eyes finally close in pleasure.

“Geralt… I-I’m cl-close,” you moan out as your other hand reaches up to pinch at your sensitive nipple.

“Cum for me, my little bunny, come on, squeeze my cock,” he growled out as his grip on your thighs tightened.

His dominating voice was all you needed before you threw your head back with a pleasure-filled scream. Feeling your walls tighten around his already sensitive cock, Geralt let out a growl as he powerfully thrusts his hips against yours.

“Gonna cum so deep in your little cunt, bunny!” He shouted, as his hips slammed against yours and he filled you up.

The room was filled with his and your heavy pants as you lay on his sweaty hairy chest. His strong hands hold you against his chest, as they lightly rub up and down your warm bare skin.

“Good little bunny.”

[romanoffsdarling]

Marry Me || Prologue 

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: The wedding of superstar Wanda Maximoff and Vision was all that the media-- as well as the few people you interact with-- could talk about. Anybody that meant something would be in the front row of the concert where the two stars would be sharing their vows. You just never expected that you’d be among that crowd. Or what would happen because of it. 

Word Count: 1,113

Warnings: None for this part. 

Author’s Note: I hope you all enjoy the first part of Marry Me! I’m super excited to explore this series!

New York City was practically thrumming with energy-- more so than usual-- as you make your way to work. The amount of people loitering in the streets, pulled to shop windows, was staggering as you narrowly avoid running into the fifth person that had almost backed up into you. 

“People get married all the time,” you mutter, stuffing your hands into your coat pockets. “Why the hell is this so special?”

You just don’t get pop culture, Y/N/N, Natasha’s-- your best friend-- voice teases within your mind; a clear reminder that even if she wasn’t present, she’d always find some way to annoy you. If you actually paid attention when I spoke to you, you’d know that. 

Refraining from responding, after all it was a voice in your head that merely resembled that of your dear friend, you quickly cross the street as you near the school building. Your job-- being a middle school math teacher-- was the highlight of your life, however sad that may be, but you never thought you’d be this excited to see the familiar building. As long as you got away from the growing crowds everything would be fine. Even if your best friend would no doubt hunt you down. 

The familiar trek to your classroom was particularly uneventful. Every person that you pass glued to the small screens of their cellphones-- something that would forever elude you-- as they mill about like mindless drones. 

It was only when you plop down behind your desk-- setting your messenger bag down by your feet-- that you finally let the tension leave your shoulders. You didn’t mind crowds of people, it wasn’t your favorite place to be, but you didn’t mind them, you just couldn’t comprehend why this event had the city in a chokehold like it did. 

A fact that is truly hammered home as you shift your focus to the world outside of the panes of glass that made up one side of your classroom. Green eyes, gorgeous auburn hair, and an almost secretive smile greets you from across the street. Your eyes trail over the cursive font that’s situated next to the young starlet’s photo: Marry Me-- Live Concert That Ends In I Do.

Why someone would want to get married in front of millions of people you’d never understand, but the world of stardom was way out of reach from your place firmly on the ground. 

Something you were more than fine with. Not like it would ever change. 

“Wanda.” The soft call of her name pulls emerald-green eyes from their observation of the cityscape beyond panes of thick glass; it had always been her favorite feature of her high-rise apartment. Something that allowed her to observe the public without being part of it. Where she could be safe within her own bubble, within her own little circle of familiarity. “I think it’s time that we did the final checks for your dress.” 

Faintly painted pink lips curl into a small smile. “It’s more like a costume, Bucky.” Wanda fully turns to observe her dearest friend and agent. “You can say it, I know that’s what everyone is thinking anyway.”

“It’s your dress, Wanda,” Bucky stresses, his blue eyes imploring her to listen. “It may be for an event that millions will be witnessing, like one of your concerts, but that doesn’t make it any less intimate for you and for the love of your life, right?” 

The beautiful Sokovian singer tries not to wince at the term connected with Vision. It’s not that she didn’t care a great deal for him, she obviously did if she was going to marry him, but she wasn’t sure she’d classify Vision as the love of her life. For some unknown reason such a label... It didn’t seem right. Her heart was currently in a freefall, and she didn’t know where, or when, it was going to land; nor did she know the damage that would be inflicted once she did. 

Knowing that Bucky expected a response, Wanda offers him a thin smile. Hoping that he would simply take her nervousness as pre-wedding jitters. Maybe that’s all that they were? 

“You’re right, Bucky.” She lightly pushes his shoulder. “Like always.”

If Bucky’s answering smile was a little tight around the edges, and concern briefly flickering across his blue gaze, Wanda doesn’t comment on it. Not when she was barely hanging on by a thread as it was. 

“For the last time I’m not going, Natasha!”

You’re unsure of how many times that very sentence had left your lips in the last half-hour, but you are certain that if it appears once again, you’d be sans a best friend. It’s not that you weren’t flattered that Natasha wanted to take you somewhere, especially when it’s the most exclusive event this year, but she knew better than anyone how huge concerts weren’t really your thing. You didn’t enjoy being within a large mob of people that were screaming along to whatever was happening on stage. 

“Come on, Y/N,” Natasha implores, her bright green eyes rounded due to her excitement. “This is a once in a lifetime event that I want to take my best friend to. Are you really going to let me go alone?”

An unimpressed eyebrow arch is her only reply for a moment. “I thought you were going to be taking Maria, Nat?” 

Natasha winces. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be seeing much of Maria.” She rubs the back of her neck. “Apparently her and her ex got back together, and she simply forgot to tell me when I first got these tickets.”

Sighing softly, you were well aware that Natasha had said the one thing that would have made you consider going with her. You’re well aware that she had felt something for Maria Hill, a detective within the NYPD, but Natasha didn’t have the best track record when it came to love. Something that was all too apparent by the slew of exes she already had. 

“Fine,” you sigh, hoping that this wasn’t some big mistake. “I’ll go with you.”

The answering smile from your best friend and the enthusiastic kiss pressed to your cheek gives you just a modicum amount of comfort with your decision. Being there for Natasha, like she has always been there for you, was always something you’d strive to do. You don’t know what you’d do without your best friend, and you never wished to find out. Going to a concert, one that you still didn’t understand fully, was the least you could do for her. 

After all, how much could your life really change in five hours?

[kjs-s]

A party we will always remember

Pairing: Yelena Belova x reader

Summary: Yelena meets the reader at Clint’s daughter’s birthday party

 Word Count: 1422

Warnings: none I can think of

Prompts: “My friend thinks you’re cute.”

“I used to babysit his kids.”

A/N This is my first entry for @caplanbuckybarnes's  foreverwriting challenge.

Normally you would loathe being invited to a birthday party in the middle of the day. Especially on a Saturday in April considering everyone there would stay for a long time. However, you couldn't say no to neither Lila nor Clint. She had made you a thoughtful and sweet hand-written paper invitation and they had delivered it themselves to Lila’s ''favorite neighbor and babysitter''. You live just a five-minute walk from their farm and you used to spend a lot of time in the Barton household when the kids were younger. They adored you and considered you a part of the family. Those were the reasons you found yourself walking towards their house holding three bags. You wanted to give gifts to all the kids to make them happy.

Upon arriving at the farm you noticed Laura had gone all out with the decorations and activities. She had set up a table where the kids could make crafts to take home with them after the party; she organized a place where anyone could play card games and a little treasure hunt for when most people would have arrived.

''(Y/N) you made it. ''Nathaniel ran over to you and almost knocked you over making you protect the gifts from falling down.

''Of course, I made it cookie monster.'' You laughed at his expression when he remembered the reason you had given him that nickname. Laura had barred him from the kitchen for two weeks following that disaster.

''I wouldn't miss Lila's birthday, nor the chance to see you all again. Your dad promised me I can team up with him for the treasure hunt.'' He seemed upset by it so you immediately came up with something to cheer him up ''But I prefer you as a partner, clearly. We will decide on that later. Why don't you show me where to put these?'' You raised the bag towards him.

He took you to the kitchen where Laura and Lila were still making some sweets and you put the gifts on a table.

''Hi everyone, the two small ones are for the boys. I had put cards on them. What can I do to help here?'' The two women greeted you.

''Come here to help me. I am just putting sprinkles on those.'' Lila showed you the chocolate pops she had made. You gave her a hug and helped her with everything she needed.

After everything was set Clint came over with two young girls in tow. Both of them were gorgeous, the brunette was smiling at you and the blonde seemed like she was studying you. Clint thanked you for your help and introduced you to Kate and Yelena. Kate was friendly to you but Yelena remained a little cold towards you. You hoped she was just like that to all new people and not just to you. Despite that, you planned to try talking to her later on.

After a while, you were catching up with Lila on a TV show you were both watching when Kate interrupted you.

'''So (Y/N) it was nice to finally meet you. Clint has told me a lot of things about you.''

''Same here, I loved the story of how you adopted the adorable dog I saw earlier. Is it ok if I go and pet him and the other one afterward?'' You wanted to ask permission from the moment you spotted them in the backyard.

''Of course, the girl who is keeping an eye on them wouldn't mind. Mine is Lucky and the other is Fanny. She's my friend's who by the way is the reason I'm here right now. She thinks you're cute and hopes you like girls. Your face turned hot with embarrassment and you looked over at her.

''Then maybe I should go and talk to her. I will take her a drink. Does she prefer orange or cranberry?'' You looked around the makeshift bar for two glasses to put juice in.

''Either is fine. Go ahead.'' You took a while to decide while trying to make yourself less nervous about striking up a conversation with someone as pretty as Yelena.

''Hi, I'm (Y/N), Clint introduced us earlier. You're Yelena right?'' You put down both drinks in front of her so she would pick the one she wanted.

''Yes, that's right. One of those for me?'' She pointed to the glasses.

''Take which one you want. So how do you know Clint?''

She thought for a second before replying.

''Through my sister. What about you?''

''I used to babysit his kids. I live close by so they were over every time Laura needed some help...Wait, your sister? You are Natasha's sister?''

''I am. Did you know her?'' She felt a little sad talking about Natasha with someone she just met but she managed to hide it from you.

''I met her the first time when the whole team was here. And then a few more times after that. She was always lovely to me. You must be proud of her for saving the world.''

''She did and I am. Thank you for saying that.'' She drank from the orange juice you had brought over.

 ''Sorry for ruining your mood. That wasn't a good conversation topic for the first time talking to someone.

''It's fine. I didn't mind it. So you mentioned living close. Do you by any chance mean the little house I drove by with the swings and the tree house up front?''

''Exactly, the one west from here.'' You pointed the wrong way. That made Yelena smile but she didn't correct you about your house actually being in the east.

''It came with those so I left them there for Lila and Cooper when they were over. And for myself when I need to clear my head.''

''It's a cute house. It reminds me of the first house I lived in, in Ohio. I used to have a swing just like that one.''

''I always wanted one as a kid but we lived in a house with no yard. So now, I am using it to remind me of one of my childhood dreams.''

''I like that. Maybe I will use it too next time I visit. If you let me that is. ''Yelena smiled at you and realized that she probably never felt more anxious than when she asked permission for something.

''Any time you want to.'' You tried to think of something else to say but thankfully you were interrupted by Lila announcing the start of the treasure hunt. You suggested teaming up with Yelena and you went to Lila to receive the first clue.

Teaming up with a black widow was the right decision because you managed to find the hidden box with party favors in no time. You and Yelena took some of the candy and gave the rest away to some of the kids.

''Why don't we walk around for a little while we wait for Lila to blow out her candles?'' Yelena suggested but you had a better idea.

''We can go and play with the dogs instead. Kate already gave me permission to play with Lucky.''

''I would love that. Let's go.''

You two spent almost half an hour with the dogs before Kate called you over to attend the cake-cutting. And after having your pieces of the cake you went back to playing. When you noticed everyone else had left you sadly started saying goodbye to Yelena.

You exchanged numbers and promised to stay in touch.

You told your goodbyes to the family and thanked them for the invite. Yelena then insisted on driving you home to not let you walk back so late at night and to spend some more time with you.

''Thank you for driving me. I had a great time today.''

''So did I. I'm glad Kate made me come along with her. But don't let her know that.''

''I have a feeling she can already tell. But don't worry, your secret is safe with me.''

''I appreciate that.'' She smiled and put her hand on your arm. You both felt your hearts racing knowing that you would see each other again soon. Neither wanted to be more forward just yet. She gave you a quick hug and left after promising to call you to arrange a date.

You stayed in front of your house for a while after she drove away trying to contemplate meeting someone that amazing and imagining what your first date would be like.

[thepanicsquid]

How Unmanaged ADHD Almost Killed Half the Universe: A Peter Quill Character Analysis

First, a disclaimer: I'm not a professional anything. I genuinely don’t even know how to use Tumblr but I needed somewhere to get weird about my hyperfixations where the normies can’t see. 😅 I can't diagnose anyone with anything, and I'm not saying that Peter Quill was written as an intentional representation of ADHD. I am just a person who was diagnosed in adulthood with ADHD who loves and relates to Peter Quill. This is just my interpretation of him through the lens of my own experiences. Also, this is (hyper)focused on the MCU version of the character.

Impulsivity, Risk Taking, and Emotional Dysregulation

Ok, so this is the big one. We know that Peter has massive impulsivity issues. This is how to works in an ADHD brain (from additudemag.com): "The thalamus area of the brain controls response inhibition. It works like a gate — sending signals to allow or stop behaviors. When the brain detects a red flag, its limbic-hippocampal connections relay a warning from the thalamus to the frontal cortex. That’s the control center of the brain that handles emotional expression and problem solving. In ADHD brains, the thalamus gate is broken." So let's look at some examples by movie.

Vol. 1

He goes back for his walkman when it's been stolen from him at the Kyln, even though they're currently breaking out of a high security prison because of an impulsive, emotional reaction. He also gives Gamora his mask when she's floating out in space, with the hope that calling Yondu will also save him (impulsivity involves a lack of foresight). His bragging about how selfless it was afterwards to Gamora came across as arrogant, but it was probably also him realizing himself that things could have gone very differently because people with ADHD don't tend to think ahead. Finally, he banks on his 12% of a plan being enough to defeat Ronin. Peter thinks ahead *just* enough but struggles to see things through to completion. And then at the end he just does the first things he can think to do - a dance off and then grabbing the same stone that he had just watched tear a woman apart.

Vol. 2

When he learns that Ego killed his mother, his anger completely overtakes him and he shoots his father immediately, once again reacting emotionally and impulsively.

Infinity War

This is the one that hurts, because it shows how devastating unmanaged ADHD symptoms can be. When he learns that Thanos killed Gamora, he literally can't control his emotions because his brain doesn't work that way and he's never had the tools to manage it, and he impulsively beats Thanos without any thought for the consequences. It always broke my heart to see him villainized for this because I knew it would be my exact reaction in his shoes. Peter always acts from his heart, for better or worse, and in that moment, his pain overwhelmed any logical thought. As an aside, I've found that this is one of the hardest parts of being late-diagnosed. You look back on all the times where you can't quite explain rationally why you did the thing you did and start to understand why and there’s a whole lot of shame involved in it (more on shame later!)

Vol. 3

"Kill them all" Peter spends an entire scene telling Drax they're not going to kill anyone, because that's who Peter Quill is. He's compassionate and empathetic, but once he gets angry, once he's hurt, all that goes out the window. Literally! He grabs Theel and jumps out of the window towards a dying planet! People with ADHD tend to have low frustration tolerance, impatience, a hot temper, and excitability. So, in addition to jumping into an exploding planet...

Forgetfulness, Music, and Dopamine Hunting

Because the reward center doesn't produce enough dopamine in the ADHD brain, boring tasks like cleaning are painful. Our brains don't give us any sort of satisfaction for doing it, so there's very little motivation to do it. The Milano is a mess, of course it is! Cleaning isn't interesting or rewarding and even if we want to live in a clean environment, we're constantly at war with our own brain over having to make it that way. When he gets back from Morag, he's forgotten Bereet's even THERE. People with ADHD struggle with their working memory, meaning that if a thing isn't right in front of them, they tend to forget about it. We also know that Quill's a bit of a womanizer, and that impulsive, pleasure seeking behavior is one of the ways that people with ADHD try to up their dopamine levels. People with ADHD tend to have issues with alcohol and drug abuse as well, since they stimulate the pleasure center of the brain, and we know that Peter uses alcohol heavily to cope after losing Gamora.

Speaking of the pleasure center of the brain, music triggers it, and we know my guy cannot do anything without music on. And for most of his life it was the SAME 12 SONGS (hyperfixation?). Not only that, but familiar music (or tv shows, or movies) can provide a sort of white noise that let's people with ADHD focus better. Peter loves music because it reminds him of his mom, sure, but also because it helps him get shit done because otherwise his thoughts would be all over the place in silence. Plus dancing is a great way to stim and get that extra energy out.

Masking, Rejection and Identity

People with ADHD also often deal with Rejection Sensitivity Disorder, where they are extra sensitive to real or imagined rejection. We don't see *too* much of this, but there are hints of it. Like his interpretation of the night his mother died. His grandfather carried him out of the room to protect him, but he interpreted it as getting thrown out. He took Yondu's joking about wanting to eat him literally. He panics at the idea that Gamora might be rejecting him for Thor (who is, as everyone points out to him, the real version of the person he pretends to be). He also can't accept the Other Gamora's rejection of him. Part of the way he protects himself is by creating a persona that can handle rejection.

Masking is more commonly associated with ASD than ADHD, but people with ADHD can still mask to try to hide their ADHD symptoms. And truthfully, if you're a human kid trying to survive around a bunch of aliens, the only hope you've got is to try to fit in anyway. Peter's entire persona is what he *thinks* a cool space pirate should be like. He creates this Star-lord persona based on his heros growing up. But where Han Solo is genuine in his confidence and swagger, with Quill, it's an act. He's a sensitive, emotional kid that had to develop this mask to survive being raised by the Ravagers. It crumbles when he meets Thor and sees himself next to the sort of person he's trying to be and just how insecure Peter is. And we see over and over again that he's most successful when he lets the mask drop and leads with empathy and compassion. Every single Guardian started as his enemy, but Peter, unlike Han, doesn't shoot first. At his core, he is still that little boy who got into a fight with the other kids for killing an innocent frog. A lot of people with ADHD feel stuck in arrested development and Peter Quill is still a kid playing pretend in a lot of ways.

I think Quill is a much more layered and interesting character than people tend to give him credit for because he masks TOO well. People look at him and see a boring white dude. Handsome and confident just like all of the other MCU leading men...but it's because that's what he wants you to see. Because if you saw what a mess he was underneath all of that you'd understand why his family are these other neurodivergent weirdos. He might be pretending to be "Star-lord", but there's a reason his best friends are Rocket and Drax.



I think the heartbreak of Vol. 3 is that he had started to figure out who he was with Gamora because she grounded him but he wound up tying too much of that progress to her. He can't go back to the person he was (Legendary Outlaw Star-lord) because that was never truly him, and facing the world without that safety net is too hard. So he chases the dopamine. He drinks, he tries to convince the other Gamora to be with him, he even briefly turns to Nebula, because he's never really had to face himself. Mantis says that Drax is the only one of the Guardians who doesn't hate himself, and in spite of his outward confidence, I think that includes Peter. Peter loves the Outlaw Star-lord persona, he loves the Guardian Star-lord he became with Gamora, but deep down, he's sensitive and driven by emotions he can't control and he's ashamed of that. Remember, he was raised by Yondu who constantly derided him for his sentimentality and he was blamed for the Blip because of an emotional reaction he didn't have the tools to control. The qualities that helped him create a family out of a group of criminals are the same ones that cause him to screw up and cause him shame. Which is pretty much what having ADHD can feel like.

So there is is! I'm sure I've missed stuff and some of this is just character analysis regardless of ADHD, but there it is. Also, definitely check out @peter-quill-is-so-fine ‘s breakdown of Quill's report card that inspired all this for further evidence.

[jmdbjk]

A sleeping giant.

The months of Jimin’s absence are finally revealing what he’s been up to.

From the W Korea article: 

"Jimin begins to leap in the air on a sizable mattress surrounded by flowers, bouncing up and falling backwards countless times; every movement he makes recalls his graceful performance onstage; Jimin, who studied dance at an arts high school, doesn’t simply jump. Instead, he rises and appears to float in the air for an instant. The camera captures the fleeting seconds of his flight...

...Jimin casts a giant’s shadow on a large backdrop."

The hoi polloi (actually most were people who are more wealthy than we are and were invited to this fashion shindig) were getting pushed out of the way so Jimin could enter the building. MOVE OUT OF THE WAY PEASANTS, ROYALTY IS COMING THROUGH!

Commanding without even being conscious of it. 

As I was browsing Getty Images, I noticed a lot of the other guests posing for the cameras as they arrived...trying to get their moment in the flashing cameras... and there were a lot of special guests from the fashion and entertainment industries. And all Jimin wanted to do is get the heck inside the building ...fuck posing, where’s my Hobi-ah?

I could talk about the actual fashion show but I'm not sure if anyone is interested. All eyes are on Jimin. 

I should probably know who that shaggy white guy is sitting behind them but I could care less... but he sure was trying to figure out who those two young men in front of him were...

If I may, a few of my thoughts on this particular Dior menswear collection is that the silhouettes were so voluminous... shapeless really... especially the pants. They were like that in the Louis Vuitton show as well. Not a fan of billowy, wide-leg pants on men (you know how I feel about tight pants...I’m sure I’ve mentioned it a time or two). There were a lot of skirt/skort/kilt pleated type bottoms. Lots of tweed. Beautifully draping fabrics as usual. Flowy thingy details. And those rubber boots. The sounds those had to have made as the models strode around the backdrop to the narration of whatever that was ... The vibe was outdoorsy (which is what we know the summer collection was inspired by) and the ambience was... well... British country? Hoity toity quail hunting? With a dash of impracticality? Those flowy thingys are sure to get all muddy as you drag them behind you walking through that bog. 

However, there were a few pieces that stood out for me because of the texture and silhouette:

That ribbed sweatery texture looks very cozy and luxurious.

The tweed (or pattern) is classic and that jacket and pants look like something that could be tailored well for Jimin. I could see Jimin wearing either of those pieces. The bucket hats were sort of oversized (Jungkook would love them).

I love that Hobi attended the Dior show and was able to be a familiar face for Jimin. It made me feel better that he was there.

I can imagine Hobi oohing and aahing as the models went by... and Jimin trying not to giggle at him (being at his core ‘my goofy friend in sweatpants who loves soju…’) and Hobi is decked out head to toe in Dior as well.

Between the Dior show coverage and the WKorea magazine article, my poor brain is overwhelmed.

I wonder if Dior is aware of the unicorn it scored at its Menswear Fall ‘23 show... the presence of Jimin AND Hobi.... no other fashion house may ever get that lucky. 

And now the Vibe making-of video.

I commented not too long ago about when I thought the Vibe MV had been filmed and my guess was late August...and I was WRONG WRONG WRONG! Lo and behold! in the Vibe making video! Jimin's hair is blonde! under that beanie! when he and Taeyang are prepping for the video! The only time we've seen a hint of blonde Jimin was Jin's enlistment day DECEMBER 13!. Look closely, blonde hair peeking out from under Jimin’s beanie:

This little Vibe making video also showed me the friendship between Jimin and Taeyang and knowing that Jimin was influenced in his youth by Taeyang makes me understand more clearly why Jimin is not afraid and wants to be naked for us:

So I am here to thank Taeyang for that. 

[shirtlesssammy]

The Winchesters 1x13: Hey, That’s No Way to Say Goodbye

Detroit, Michigan

1972

John Winchester, freshly home from Vietnam, enters a bus station. He doesn’t know what he’s doing (aside from burying a friend, RIP Murph.) He takes a bus schedule from a kindly attendant and sits down on a bench and stares into the abyss for a while. 

Important Dialog Alert!

Dean: John Winchester?

John: Sir

Crops watered, skin hydrated, etc. 

ALSO DEAN IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!

I literally blacked out. I don’t know what’s happening right now, and I don’t care. I’m going to float on this bearded, pea coat wearing cloud forever. (Also, [Boris] can exist in two simultaneous worlds where Cas is in the Empty and Dean has to save him still (99.9% of her fanfic thoughts) and Cas is in Heaven and Dean dresses all fancy for him for reasons.)

But for archival purposes, Dean hands John the fateful letter from Henry. John opens it and wonders where the mystery man got it, but he’s gone. 

Okay, he’s not gone, he’s just in the atrium watching over John WITH BOBBY!!! He tells Dean he isn’t supposed to be meddling. Dean counters that he didn’t really meddle, he just gave things a nudge. Bobby tells Dean to pay attention to things “here” and he’ll gather the cavalry. “One last hunt,” they both agree. 

OVER OUR DEAD BODIES. ALL THE HUNTS. ALL THE STORIES. KEEP THEM COMING FOREVER! 

Cue cool new title card!

At Casa Campbell, Samuel confronts Mary about her application (and decline??) to KSU. She tells him she doesn’t want to keep hunting but she doesn’t know what her future holds. Since Samuel is home, Mary guesses he has news. He tells her that he talked to a hunter named Joan who has information about a guy who the Akrida is afraid of. He asks Mary what John thinks about her college non-dreams. (Um, who cares? Sigh.) He doesn’t know because he’s busy worrying about the Akrida, and more immediately, the crystal that will help (BUT AT WHAT COST, ADA!?!)

John, in his best cursed Dean flannel, tells his mom about the crystal and its one-and-done usage (Is this a god object? I guess maybe not? Why would Chuck create these creatures to destroy humanity and then have an object that can defeat said creatures? Why does Chuck do anything?) Millie wonders about the future for John and Mary. 

At the clubhouse, Carlos states the IMPORTANT OBSERVATIONS. “Well, whoever this guy is, he is ruggedly handsome.” 

Lata is superhuman and not affected by the mystery man (just get to know him a little, girl!) They think the mystery man can defeat the Akrida because he is “not of this world.” The Akrida attack is imminent. They look longingly at the crystal for their salvation. Ada decides to drop the soul-bomb, if you will. She has to utter one word and the crystal is activated. They agree to maybe wait on that little bit. Carlos and Ada head out to find the queen while Lata hangs back to look into the lore. She wants to find a way to help Ada grow back her soul if this is the way. 

At a bar, Samuel, Mary, and John meet up with Joan (Hopkins). Joan tells Samuel their families used to hunt together, but her family died out with her “a long time ago.” She tells them about the man with no name. He was digging into the Akrida. But that’s okay because she used the Akrida portal and threw him “and his car” into the abyss. “No human can survive that.” Oh, sweet summer child. Chuck always thought he was king shit, but he’s got NOTHING on free will. She has a journal that looks a lot like John’s journal but ~isn’t~. Mary draws a knife, but Joan tells them they’re in her world now. The rest of the bar’s clientele rise. SHE’S THE AKRIDA QUEEN!

She’s not Akrida apparently. She was a hunter once. She wants them to join her (and to get them out of the clubhouse so she could move in, oops.) LATA!

Mary and John end up in her attic, while Samuel scouts out the clubhouse (guarded) and hunts for the portal. Carlos and Ada show up and they realize that Lata is still in the clubhouse with the Akrida. 

Joan wanders the clubhouse calling for Lata. Our brave pacifist tries fighting.

And cue Classic Robbie Thompson multi-scene mashup!

While Mary spills the beans on Joan (b. 1673, reluctant hunter), Joan tells Lata her life story (lost her family to hunting, decided humans are WORTHLESS (amen).) Lata wonders if the monster essence drove her mad (Mary: yep. She decided to wipe out everyone who needed saving. Hunters + MoL teamed up and banished her from the world.) Joan wants to show Lata how the magical little bugs are cool and shit, but Lata stabs her because she does not care. Things do not go well. 

At Mary’s home, Carlos has an idea. “Was this idea inspired by a drug induced trip I took a few years ago? Yes. Are we judging me for that right now?” he wonders. NO, YOU BRILLIANT SOUL. The others agree! Carlos wonders if they can use the Ostium to bring the mystery man back to them to help. YES! 

At the clubhouse, Joan and a possessed Lata set the place on fire to open the portal. Seems dangerous, but I’ll allow it for narrative progression. 

The gang rushes to the clubhouse to find a possessed Lata telling them they have one more chance to join Joan’s team. “How many Campbells and Winchesters have to die? And for what? History? Legacy?”  

She then goes on to tell them that the Akrida were created by an angry god as a failsafe. They were designed to wipe out all life on all universes (EVEN SQUIRREL WORLD!) “Lata” finishes her little speech and holds a knife to her neck. Without hesitation, Ada brings out the crystal and utters the fateful word. Lata is saved.

At the garage, Lata tells the team everything she’s learned. The queen is at full strength, and she’ll have the portal open by that night (Samuel found the portal at least!) They just need to feed the Ostium the journal and wham! Mystery Man! They need to kill some time until midnight when they can work their magic. 

John pulls Mary aside as they’re heading out. He tells her to stay behind. At first I roll my eyes like, TYPICAL MAN AMIRITE? But instead, he tells her that she’s their general and needs to stay behind so she can lead the Mystery Man into battle when he zaps back into their world. She says she has to tell him something but he defers that conversation for later, and departs. 

Fun fact. I watch these with closed captions while I do my recap, and I’m pleased to say that not only did this week’s closed caption actually correctly translate Carlos’s “querida” to Ada this time, but the next scene opens with the caption over the portal: OTHERWORLDLY WHOOSHING. I love to see it! The Akrida queen holds her palms to the air, where a swirling blue portal otherworldly whooshes. She rolls her eyes and the portal closes as she turns. It’s the Scooby Gang! “Hello, boys.” 

The team pulls out swords as Akrida materialize for the fight. 

While fisticuffs ensue, the women plonk the diary into the Ostium. It gets sucked in and at first it seems like nothing happens. Then Millie points out that something DID happen and the camera pans out to reveal….BABY! The first licks of The Who’s “Baba O’Riley” start up and the music shivers down my spine. I swear, I didn’t get to watch the episode until Friday so I KNEW what was coming (thanks Tumblr) but I am still. SO. AFFECTED. 

The car is empty (like our hearts without Dean) but Mary points out that the car is still not of this earth. “Detroit steel makes a hell of a weapon,” Millie announces as they all pile inside.

Back with the Akrida, the fight persists. It’s not looking good for our hunters. The queen reveals that the Men of Letters tried to fight her, so she used the last of her power to wipe out the MoL, including Henry Winchester. 

Mary pulls up in the car and lines it up with the queen (and John). She orders everyone out juuuuuuust in case she perishes. She guns it towards the queen, who notices the car and opens a portal. In an instant, the car squishes into the queen and all three, uh, entities, disappear into the portal. The Akrida-possessed humans drop their weapons and run, no longer possessed. I can’t blame them for fleeing the sword fight they found themselves in! The boys are JUST starting to mourn Mary’s sacrifice, when a portal zaps open and the Impala races back out! This time, there are TWO people in the car! (ohmygodohmygodohmygoditishim)

For Dimensional Portal to My Heart Science:

Dean Winchester gets out of the car and surveys the fighters. He pulls Mary out of the passenger’s seat, very much alive! 

Dean looks at his parents-not-parents emotionally. “There’s not a lot that can tear me apart,” he tells them. YEAH! I shout, punching the air. “I’m already dead,” he says, and I make a little disgruntled cat frown, and knock over a glass of water. 

He tells them he was stuck “in the world between worlds” and hopped into Baby and grabbed the wheel as soon as he saw his car passing through. Like. LITERALLY BABY IS A TIME AND SPACE TRAVELING MACHINE PLEASE LET THIS CONCEIT CONTINUE.

Ahem. Anyway. Samuel asks the big question: who’s the mystery man? Dean introduces himself as a hunter from another world. He made it to Heaven, hopped into Baby, and went for a drive….into the multi-verse. As one does. “I was looking for my family,” he tells them. He wanted to find a version of Earth where his family had a shot at a happy ending. When he was driving, he caught wind of the Akrida, one of Chuck’s last creations. He knew the Akrida would try to devour his world too. We also get a nod that Carlos IS still alive in his world! I pinch Robbie’s cheeks and tell him he’s done a very good job. A very good job indeed.

And what about the letter to John? Well, “the rules were simple. Don’t mess with anything. Well, I gave it a little nudge.” THAT’S RIGHT YOU DID BABY! “You all can choose your own destiny,” he tells them ICONICALLY. 

Jack and Bobby appear. Dean assures the Scooby Gang that they’re cool. Bobby greets him with a grimace. They’re in trouble with Jack, who set up the worlds to prevent interference from “on high.” Dean argues that the Akrida fight needed to happen to protect his own family as well as the people we’ve grown to love during this season. “If you want to cast me out of heaven, so be it.” Bobby lobbies for a second chance for Dean Winchester. We lobby for like, at least 60-70 chances. Maybe a million? Girls don’t want flowers. They want dimension-tripping Dean Winchester.

“If you’re going to meddle with things,” Jack announces, “finish what you started.” He hands Dean something (and encourages Dean to rest in Heaven - as IF). Dean heads to his parents-not-parents. His dad left him his journal, he tells them. “I lived my whole life by that damn thing,” he says with the perfect mix of love and regret. “This is my hunter’s journal. So if you’re gonna stay in this game, this’ll help guide you through it.” He hands it to John. 

Dean tells Mary that he understands her desire to quit hunting. He also tells her to keep an eye out for a yellow-eyed demon and if she even catches “a hint of that son of a bitch” she should use…the COLT. He hands her the gun that Jack gave him, and she asks him if he found a version of his family with a shot at a happy ending. Dean surveys everyone and announces, “I think I did.” 

John asks Dean’s name and he smiles a little. “Hetfield. James Hetfield,” he tells them. I think about how Metallica was “Dean’s music” in season one and experience feelings. Dean, Jack, Bobby, and Baby flash out of the world. 

The Scooby Gang looks around at each other. It’s time to go home.

We get a montage. Lata and Ada unfurl plant magic and what looks like Ada’s soul wisps back into her body. I have to pause the show and cry a little bit because it’s JUST BEAUTIFUL.

“It’ll take time..” Lata says as Ada feels her soul kindling again, but they did it!

Samuel drives away on another journey, leaving John and Mary to reconnect at the movie theater. John asks Mary what she saw in the portal. Oh, nothing. She just saw EVERY POSSIBLE VERSION OF HERSELF. Badass! She’s going to make her own way, but for that she needs to leave and find herself. John tells her that he’s going to work on the anger that rides inside him so he can be a better hunter and a better person. “No goodbyes,” he tells her, and they kiss.

In the garage the team, minus Mary, talk over a new case. It’s by a BEACH. “Werewolves don’t surf,” Carlos says. “Only one way to find out,” Lata chirps and I NEED TO SEE THIS EPISODE LIKE I NEED AIR. 

A bell tinkles and John heads out to find Mary waiting outside, leaning against her car. She asks John to come with her on a road to self discovery. In the car, John pulls out a box of tapes. Sorry, babe, but Mary was reading Hetfield’s journal and he was VERY SPECIFIC on the topic. “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cake hole,” she tells him, poetically. Mary is literally and figuratively in the driver’s seat, and I couldn’t be happier. 

Led Zeppelin’s Ramble On (Boris: Led Fucking Zeppelin!! A band that does not license their music! And when they do it’s often in the 7 figures!! And it’s Dean’s favorite band! And his favorite song! And when spn couldn’t do/or didn’t want to do it, Mr. Jackles (and co.) DID IT!!) plays us out as they smile and drive through sunlit fields. (Help! My heart!) Hope spreads like sweet air, like sun-warmed ground. They drive off to a montage of their adventures…SO FAR. 

Natasha: From reading Tumblr before actually viewing the episode, I was sliding hard into the Jack-is-Chuck theory. Now that I’ve seen it, I’ve settled into a happy middle place where Jack-is-Jack or Jack-is-corrupted-by-God\-powers or Jack-is-Chuck could all be equally plausible. Honestly, it doesn’t matter to me too much because Dean. Is. Alive. He’s got a dimension-hopping car, and the story possibilities are boundless. I hope we get more of The Winchesters, and more Supernatural, and other worlds as well. I dearly want the SUPERNATURAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE and frankly, I deserve it because we ALL deserve nice things! The Winchesters is like Supernatural, but also it’s own lovely little thing with a lot more hope and beauty than we got in the “mothership.” I want more. Just like that little soul plant, I want to see where the story grows.

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See You Next Quote-son!

One last hunt…

Whatever this guy is, he is ruggedly handsome

“The queen is about ot sing her swan song. We can’t rewind this tape here.” “What if we could rewind the tape?”

For the first time, I’m running towards hope

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[wannabeabogwitch]

Fem!TWST Headcanons - KPop songs that suit them/what they listen to

TWST Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/wannabeabogwitch/713354988973342721/twisted-wonderland-masterlist?source=share

I know a lot of these are the same groups, but it's because I am biased. LOL Also, these songs are bangers, at least, imo and I just felt like some of them really fit the characters or they'd definitely listen to these songs. Some of them are there Japanese releases, just because I feel they'd fit too. I had a lot of fun with this! lol

Heartslabyul

Rina Rosehearts:

Wonderland - Alexa (It was a song for American Song contest, but Alexa is Kpop artist and not only is the song title fitting, but some of the lyrics too, referring to the rabbit hole and 'off with your head', at least in the English version, it's different in the Korean version, but still very fitting.)

Hear The Wind Sing - GFRIEND

Renaissance - WJSN/Cosmic Girls

Don't Look At Me Like That - Song Ji-eun

Queendom - Red Velvet

Trinity Clover:

Ice Cream Cake - Red Velvet

House of Cards - BTS

Awake - Jin (BTS)

Coffee - BTS

Wonderland - Dreamcatcher

Kate Diamond:

Noir - Sunmi (The song is about people being addicted to social media and doing anything for likes, so it's very fitting.)

The Feels - TWICE

Helicopter - CLC

PSY ft. SUGA (BTS) - That That

Mascara - XG

TGIF - XG

Alice Trappola:

So What - LOONA

Pierrot laughs at us - IU (cover) (Original is by Kim Wan-Sun. (The lyrics feel fitting. Like, behind this character, they might not be as happy or playful as they seem on the outside.)

FIRE - BTS (Troublemaker through and through)

Trap - Dreamcatcher

Lucky One - EXO

Eve, Psyche and The Bluebeard's Wife - LE SSERAFIM

Diane Spade:

Begin - Jungkook (BTS)

Growl - EXO

Can't Stop Me - TWICE

If You - Big Bang

Tomboy - (G)-Idle

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

Lion - (G)- Idle

PTT - LOONA

Who Dat B - Jessi

Uh Oh - (G) - Idle (I feel like the lyrics fit her, idk)

If I Ruled The World - BTS

Kitty Run - Alexa

Roxie Bucchi:

Hann - (G)- Idle

Cookie Jar - Red Velvet (Okay, it's one of their Japanese releases, but I'm gonna put it here anyway.)

Sahara - Dreamcatcher

Spine Breaker - BTS

Catch Me If You Can - Girls' Generation/SNSD

Jacqueline Howl:

Not Today - BTS

Wolf - EXO

Break The Wall - Dreamcatcher

Revolution - Alexa

Yes I am - Mamamoo

Octavinelle

Azula Ashengrotto:

Mermaid - United Cube

Disturbance - BoA (I just feel like she'd listen to this song for some reason)

Jazz Bar - Dreamcatcher

Piano Man - Mamamoo

Wind flower - Mamamoo

Ditto - New Jeans

Jade Leech:

Still With You - Jungkook (BTS)

Rain - BTS

Who am I - Weki Meki (I just feel like she'd listen to this song, idk)

Lo Siento - Super Junior, Leslie Grace and Play-N-Skillz

water color - Wheein

Florence Leech:

Why Not - LOONA

CRAZY - 4Minute

Fantastic Baby - Big Bang

No Dot - SuA (Dreamcatcher)

Monster - EXO

Scarabia

Kalima el-Asim:

Fancy - Twice

Dionysus - BTS

Happiness - Red Velvet

Hope World - J-Hope

Dazzle Dazzle - Weki Meki

Some Love - Dreamcatcher (The lyrics are very positive and I feel like it fits such a ray of sunshine!)

Jamillah Viper:

Shadow Play - Pink Fantasy

HATE - 4Minute

Red Sun - Dreamcatcher

Cypher Part 3: KIller - RM, SUGA and J-Hope (BTS) ft. Supreme Boi

Hello Bitches - CL

ICY - ITZY

Black Mamba - aespa

Impurities - LE SSERAFIM

Pomefiore

Viola Schoenheit:

Pose - Red Velvet

Vogue - Alexa

I'm a B - Hwasa

Woman - BoA

Snapping - Chungha

ME - CLC

Movie Star - MIJOO

Rochelle Hunt:

Love Shot - EXO (She's a Huntress and a total simp, so this song feels fitting somehow. lol)

BEcause - Dreamcatcher (She a stalker, so this song is quite fitting and I feel like if a character were likely to go yandere, it'd be her. lol)

Peekaboo - Red Velvet

Psycho - Red Velvet (She ain't actually psycho, but the song just sounds like something she'd listen to.)

I Like It Pt.2 - BTS (Another Japanese release)

Elise Felmier:

District 9 - Stray Kids

I Will Show You - Ailee

N.O - BTS

Apple - GFRIEND

Fairytail - Dreamcatcher

The Great Mermaid - LE SSERAFIM

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

Blue & Grey - BTS (For when she feels down)

Red Light - F(X)

In The Frozen - Dreamcatcher

Bomb - Alexa

BBoom BBoom - Momoland

Orthea Shroud:

Alien - Lee Suhyun (It's a bop and Idk, I feel like it just works somehow)

FINGERTIP - GFRIEND

Blue Bird - April

Diasomnia

Mallea Draconia:

Let Me In - Haseul (LOONA)

Fantasy - Pink Fantasy

Entrancing - Dreamcatcher (Siyeon solo)

MAMA - EXO-K

Full Moon - Dreamcatcher

Lillia Vanrouge:

Poison - Pink Fantasy

Tension - Dreamcatcher

Delight - Rolling Quartz

Lucifer - SHINee

Sins Of Society - DUOXINI (Okay, so this group is a thrash metal group, but they are still Korean and well, when I put Kpop, I meant other genres of music in Korea too.)

No Celestial - LE SSERAFIM

Sylvia:

Rainy Day - Dreamcatcher

Be Calm - Hwasa (Mamamoo)

Rain - Taeyeon

Fifth Season - Oh My Girl

Dreamcatcher - GFRIEND

Bicycle - RM

Serena Zigvolt:

(Had some trouble thinking of songs for this character.)

MAISON - Dreamcatcher

Kill This Love - Blackpink (It has that military-like sound and it feels pretty fitting)

Picky Picky - Weki Meki

Overdose - EXO

[aarcanechaoss]

Corvus - Notes

Okay! I am giving Raven friends - woo

Picrew Link

Azzie Gedeon

Fire Mage

Crimson Lion - Senior rank 1

Comes from a very large family (the youngest of 4 + extended family)

Her attitude matches her magic

She uses a fire sword

Total badass that likes any challenge brought her way

Her twin brother Raph (water) is in the Golden Dawn and her oldest brother Gabe (mind) is in the Silver Eagles

Her other older brothers Lyon (dark) and Micah (earth) are travelling entertainers (a bard and a paladin)

Selene Morte

Former Nun

Steel Mage (believed to be Empyrean steel by the church)

Spirit conduit

Uses a consecrated dagger and cross

Literal badass who hunts down the Spirits/Dead/Unwanted of the Clover Kingdom

Scars are from when she was a baby, she was possessed by a low level spirit and scratched her face

She works as a knight and a hunter

Golden Dawn - Senior Rank 1

The idea of Selene came to me from the book Vespertine by Margaret Rogerson

I was gonna have Selene be in SE but I realised she needed to be friends with Raph so I swooped her into GD - since Raven is an “assistant” and Azzie is in the CL I needed another big squad - that and future comments will be hilarious with her there

Azzie is a secret for now but the answers are in plain sight

Yes Bard and Paladin and yes got the idea from Dungeons and Dragons

Why are they both senior rank 1 you ask? Because it is 100% something Julius would do to Raven’s friends (especially when one of them is on her way to Grand Magic Knight)

[swynlake-rp]

April showers bring… 

OTMS

MUN: G! To quote one of the submissions, because she’s iconic! G has jumped right in with characters to stir the pot, throw parties, and make their mark on Swynlake. We love having G and her characters around!  CHARACTER: VIDIA! Vidia was highlighted for her fairy crown plot and how it’s involved pretty much all of our fairies and beyond! Everyone is interested to see the repercussions and see where her character grows from here. We love a girl who brings the drama! THREAD: HAPPILY EVER AFTER - SIMBER! Our members overwhelmingly highlighted this send off highlighting the end of an era for two staples of the Swynlake community.  We loved to see pieces of them and how they will continue to grow off screen! We’d say we wish them a happily ever after…but L and C have already assured us that they’ll have one!  TASK: EVERYONE’S PLAYLISTS! Everyone’s playlist tasks were so wonderful! We loved them and so did our Swynlakers. Specific ones shouted out on the OTM form were:A’s Voyd playlist, L’s playlists, Cl’s Swynlake playlist, and G’s playlists.

BOARD UPDATES 

TIBBS’ PETITION FOR FIRST AID CLASSES:

BOARD BUDGET: It’s finalized!

TASKS

CHARACTER TIMELINE: What are the major events in your character’s life? What was their story like before coming to Swynlake, and how has it changed since the RP? Write up a timeline of the major moments in your character’s life! NOTE: Doing this for at least one character is REQUIRED to get a new character this month.  And if you’re feeling PARTICULARLY ambitious, you can do it for ALL your characters and E will reward you with an aesthetic prize.  SIBLING BONDS: It’s National Sibling Day on April 10th! Make an aesthetic centered around your character’s sibling relationships, or a sibling relationship in the RP that you love. They do not have to be blood related! Write 150 words about that relationship <3 

EVENTS

APRIL 1 - 8: APRIL FOOL’S FLASH EVENT: Stay tuned… :) (Canonically April 1)

APRIL 1 - 8: MADRIGAL EASTER: Come out to Casita for a lovely Easter brunch… complete with an Easter Egg hunt throughout the house! Canonically on March 31… after church services of course 

APRIL 10-17: LUCKY CAT CAFE OPENING: Stop by the Lucky Cat Cafe to try out some of their signature treats and celebrate their grand opening! (Canonically April 12)

APRIL 10-17: FRANNY’S CAMBODIAN NEW YEAR PARTY: Franny Robinson is hosting her annual Choul Chnam Thmey (Cambodian New Year) party at the Robinsons’ mansion! There will be plenty of food and it’s open to anybody in town! (Canonically April 13)

APRIL 17 - 24: BOARD MEETING First meeting with the new Board of 2024! Woo! Have questions for the newly elected members? Wondering why the “Other” section of the budget is the highest it’s ever been? Come out to Town Hall! (Canonically April 18)

BIRTHDAYS

Characters:

Miriam "Mim" Ambrosius – April 1

Perry Flynn – April 2

Drizella Tremaine – April 3

Mae Jaemin – April 3

Haru Yoshioka – April 4

Isabela Madrigal – April 8

Laurette de la Croix – April 10

John Kingsbury – April 10

Mallory "Mal" McHale – April 12

Luca Paguro – April 18

Willow Park – April 19

Philip Seville – April 21

Reza Kasraoui-Müller – April 21

Seamus MacTunnag – April 21

Marie Bonfamille – April 22

Mu-yeol Bae – April 26

Majke "Magica" de Spell – April 27

PLOT ROUND-UP! 

FORTUNA

Characters and Muns Involved: Buster and Majke

Plot: Buster gets his actual tarot read with real cards. Saying something generic like wanting to know about the future of his business now that he has moved to Swyn Lake - quickly turned into something way deeper. Reading the cards one by one Majke tore through the walls he thought he kept so perfectly guarded. Immediately hitting him and unraveling his recent loss of his entire family and his over powering nature. 

AL’S LADY TROUBLES

Characters and Muns Involved: Al , Tiana , Vixey , Susan , Jun

Plot: Ever since Christmas, Al's been having some problems with his girlfriend Nora (NPC)! It's affected some of his friendships... but he thinks he has a big solution!

SAVE THE DATE - POLLIE WEDDING

Characters and Muns Involved: Pacifica Northwest, Oliver Saluki, Ren Dubhuir, Marie Bonfamille, Rose Whitman

Plot: While touring venues, Pacifica and Ollie find out that the perfect Saturday in May is available this year. Deciding to take it, Pacifica starts to pull all of her friends into accelerated wedding planning to pull this off before they leave.

THE LUCKY CAT RETURNS

Characters and Muns Involved: Cass Hamada, Hiro Hamada, Franny Robinson, Moon Butterfly-Johannsen, Tony Rydinger

Plot: The Lucky Cat is about to find its new home! Now that the petition has been approved, Cass has been reaching out to her friends to celebrate this moment as well as make sure she has everything ready for the grand re-opening.

GO ON AND BE A BIG GIRL, YOU ASKED FOR THIS

Characters and Muns Involved: Mim Ambrosius, Penny Forrester, Tanya Tiwari, Ren Dubhuir, Jeremy Johnson

Plot: Feeling lonely and starting to realize that her way of comforting herself after Gabby isn't working, Mim finally hits the point of starting to talk to the people she trusts about how she's feeling and begins to make up for some of her behavior and break those patterns.

STARTING A NEW CHAPTER

Characters and Muns Involved: Nick Wilde and Isaac Morey

Plot: In the wake of the Regency dream and the confusion it brought for Avery, Nick and Isaac have a conversation about the future and decide to start the process for formally adopting Avery. 

AQUATA’S NEW JOB

Characters and Muns Involved: Aquata, Hercules, Amity

Plot: Herc helps Aquata get certified as a personal trainer. Once she passes her test, she takes on Amity as a client.

LIGHTNING MIGHT… NOT RETIRE?

Characters and Muns Involved: Lightning, Doc

Plot: Lightning’s team confronts him with the question of whether or not he will retire before the next Magick Grand Prix season. He turns to Doc for help with the decision

[nothoughtsonlyeddie]

Not Gone, but not Fully Here

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Rating: E

Words: 5.5k

Warnings: negative self-talk, smut (oral - f receiving, unprotected penetration), hurt/comfort, angst

A/N: Okay so, that last snippet I put up is basically going to be another part to this little series I have planned. This is the first part that goes into it. I have no idea how many parts there is going to be but I’m going to say a minimum of three at the moment. So anyways- 

No betas. We die like men. 

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

I Missed You

You were never supposed to be dragged into all of this. It was what everyone kept telling you through every step. From the second you caught them hunting Eddie and thought the absolute worst until the very end. 

They were right, of course. You were meant to be at your college, safe and sound in your little dorm with the photos of Hawkins being the closest you were to the town. Instead, you had come home for Spring Break because you- well, the reason was less important. What was important is you had come back for one person and one person only. 

Unfortunately, that person was being hunted by the entire for a murder that you knew he not only did not commit- but physically COULD not commit. Every bone in the girl’s body was broken and her eyes had been gouged out- the Eddie you knew struggled to open a jam jar half the time… and you sincerely doubted he decided to bulk up since September. 

So you’d followed Steve Harrington, of all people, right to Eddie and watched him nearly murder Hawkins’ Golden Boy. 

That was when you’d burst into well… quite literally, the world turned Upside Down. You have a feeling the group only gave you a condensed version of the story but that alone left you reeling. You were already struggling to keep up with a little girl having telepathic powers… let alone there being murdering monsters straight from one of Eddie’s manuals trying to kill you. 

Somehow… This all led to you being on the outside, watching, bit by bit as they planned on how to take ‘Vecna’ down. You stood on the sidelines whilst Eddie dived into unknown dangers, watched the younger members of the group get dragged home, and then rejoined them all at Wayne’s trailer. 

“Heavy shit, huh?” You jump at the sound of a familiar, raspy voice behind you and wish that you could control the smile on your face. You should be pissed at him. But instead, all you can feel is utter and complete relief that he is here, in front of you, in one piece. Maybe… maybe that was what led your feet to him until you are close enough to either punch or hug him. 

“You didn’t answer when I called.” You murmur without even thinking, the words having been on your mind since you had seen the first flyer asking for his whereabouts. 

“I got dragged through a weird hole in a lake, sweetheart. Gotta give a guy some slack.” Somehow, him trying to avoid the real conversation at hand makes your anger from the past months click into place. Your fists collide with his chest, over and over and over again, as heavy tears roll down your cheeks. 

“You didn’t answer. I called and I called, I just needed to hear your stupid voice. Instead, Wayne just,” You have to stop when your voice cracks, your hits becoming weaker and weaker as your body tries its best not to crumble in on itself.

 “Wayne kept telling me you weren’t home. But I could hear you. I heard your guitar or a record and… why?” You risk a glance at his face and it's clear he knows what you’re talking about. His plump lips are parted slightly and his eyes are just scanning you, again and again, as if he is trying to comprehend YOU being there. As if he wasn’t the one to shove you out of HIS life. 

“Sweetheart…” He breathes out the familiar nickname and you try, you do, to keep hold of the anger in your chest but all it takes is that stupid nickname and his calloused fingers brushing your cheek and suddenly your clinging to him and sobbing. “Oh fuck, I… I thought I was doing what was best.” 

Eddie holds you close, his arms wrapped around your torso, whilst his left hand rubs reassuring circles on your lower back. You feel his lips press to the top of her head and for some reason, it causes a fresh round of sobs to leave you. He thought he was doing what was best? What did that even mean?

“Why?” You could barely manage to get out the single word between your sobs, but it was enough for Eddie to understand. 

“You were leaving, Hawkins, sweetheart. You were finally getting out,” He pulls back and cups your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing tears from your cheeks, “and I was in the way… you wouldn’t ever admit it but you kept talking about coming back… and visiting every chance… and I just knew, I knew that if I kept dragging you back here that something would happen.”

You open your mouth to argue but he gently places his thumb over your lips to silence you. 

“Just… listen. I know what my path in life is going to be. I have two choices, right? Become my dad… or become Uncle Wayne. Either way, I’m another Hawkins loser. That’s all I am ever going to be… And,” He croaks out the final word and you can tell he is trying not to cry and all you want is to tell him he’s wrong, but he still has his finger over your lips. 

“And… I didn’t want to fuck up your chance. I didn’t want to suck you back to Hawkins. So… I pushed you away.” He leans his forehead on yours and takes in a shaky breath, his eyes closing, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, “That’s why I had Wayne answer the phone and say I wasn’t here. It’s why I never wrote… and why I never answered your letters. Because you needed to get as far from me as you could. You needed to get out of here and live and thrive and be everything I knew-I know you can be.” 

You move his finger and slowly raise your right hand to cup the back of his neck, closing your own eyes, taking a moment to just exist in his space once more. 

“I failed.” You finally admit, ignoring the feeling of Eddie’s lashes brushing your forehead as he opens his eyes, “I… I wasn’t what everyone thought I was. I was… they all saw me for what I am, a small town nobody who thinks she’s smart… and they showed me. They showed me how not special I am.” You open your eyes and brace for his expression to be angry or disappointed… but instead, he’s staring at you with the same look of misplaced guilt. 

“You are not nobody.” He whispers, his words almost frantic as he cups your cheeks once more, his eyes studying your face, “Do you hear me? You are not nobody. You are so special. You are so out of this fucking world special. More special than Ozzy Osbourne.” You laugh quietly at his comparison and try to shake your head but instead he just holds you firm in his hands, forcing you to lock gazes with him. 

“You are not nobody. Not to me. You are… christ… you are everything.” His voice loses volume as he speaks until his final three words are barely more than a whisper. But they hold just as much power. Your mouth opens and closes as you try to find something-anything to say… but instead you just keep staring at him. 

“Everything.” Eddie repeats as his fingertips trace down the side of your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, before he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Everything.” he whispers against your skin, his lips chapped from whatever hell he had endured without you. 

You gulp and shift your head to look back up at his face and your own tongue slides across your bottom as you suck in a deep breath. Eddie presses another kiss to your cheek, repeating himself over and over again, before he hovers over your lips. 

“Eddie,” You breathe, your eyes fluttering closed, “kiss me.” 

Those magic words are all it takes for Eddie’s lips to collide with yours. The kiss is soft at first, healing both of your internal wounds, reminding the other that you are there. Then it begins to grow. You nip at Eddie’s bottom lip causing him to groan against your mouth. The kiss becomes hungry the longer it goes on. It had been eight months since you’d last been near one another. 

Your hands move up and under Eddie’s jacket and try to slide it off his shoulders, which is not the easy task you thought it would be due to Eddie’s arms being bent, his hands still surrounding your face. You pull away and bite your bottom lip, furrowing your brows, continuing your attempt. 

“Woah, woah, sweetheart.” Eddie lets out a breathy chuckle as he grabs your wrists, smiling down at you, before he nods towards the open door. “Company, remember?” 

You narrow your eyes and tilt your head, releasing him and walking towards his bedroom door, slamming it shut. 

“Right now, I could care less.” You turn back to him and you can see a familiar look falling across Eddie’s features. He doesn’t make a move towards you, allowing you to come back to him, letting you choose the pace as always. And so, you do. 

Your hand presses against his chest and you lead Eddie towards where his bed should be- that is until you remember that his mattress is out in the living area. You curse under your breath and tilt your head up, silently begging him to find a solution. 

“Use your words, sweetheart.” Eddie tilts your face up with his forefinger, his rings catching the moonlight through the window in his room. Your eyes widen and you nod quickly. 

“Help, please.” You barely finish your sentence before Eddie’s hands are under your ass and you’re lifted up into the air. You squeal in surprise and instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, feeling Eddie’s hardened cock against your center. 

“Mhm…” he hums in your ear, his eyes closing as he recenters himself for a moment, his right hand moving to your spine as he lowers you down onto the floor. “I missed you.” He pulls away from you slowly and you let out a small whimper at the loss. 

“Sh, I’m not going anywhere.” He traces your lower lip with his thumb and it’s only now that you notice how filthy he is. He’s covered in dirt and grime and… god knows what else. You know that you should force him to shower or something… that whatever he seemed to be coated in wasn’t healthy- but none of that mattered as much to you right now as having a reminder that Eddie is here. 

You watch him shrug off his jacket in a manner that seems effortless, practiced even, before he folds it up and places it on a chair next to his bed. You feel a smile move across your face at the sight- a fond reminder that despite everything going on… Eddie was still Eddie and he never risked his clothes being ruined. 

“You’re smiling at me?” You laugh at his question and nod your head, reaching up to play with a few of his brown curls, twirling them around your forefinger. “I missed that.” You respond, nodding towards his jacket, before you bite your lip as a new question begins to gnaw at you, “You’re… not just doing this to make me feel better, right? To… make it a better goodbye than last time?” 

Eddie pauses all movement for a few moments, his dark eyes scrunching with his brows as he stares down at you before he begins to shake his head. 

“No, sweetheart, I’m not… I’m not gonna do that again,” his hand rests on your cheek and he gives you a weak smile as he holds out his left pinkie, “I promise.” 

You don’t speak, you don’t need to, as you reach up and twine your pinkie around his, kissing his knuckles. You stare up at him through your lashes before clearing your throat, “Then… are you just giving me a free show?” 

Eddie snorts and pulls his hand away before he leans back on his haunches, his gaze moving further and further down your fully clothed body with a hunger that makes you feel completely nude. Your arms move to cross over your chest out of pure instinct and Eddie quickly grabs your wrists, gently pressing kisses to the insides. 

“Don’t cover up. Not with me.” He murmurs against your pulse, before he releases you, his hands moving to the hem of your tee. He watches your face as he slides his right hand up, bringing the shirt along with it, only stopping once he feels the wire of your bra. “Alright?” 

“Yeah,” You sit up slightly and reach your hands down, moving to pull your shirt off, only to be stopped once again. “Eddie, come on…” You whine. 

“Not this time, sweetheart. I have to make things right, don’t I?” He tugs your shirt off and throws it to the side before repeating the same process with his own. “You aren’t doing a damn thing.” Eddie gently lowers you back down onto the floor and you feel your breath hitch as his nails graze across your throat. “What do you want, sweetheart?” 

“You.” You croak, your bottom lip trapped in your teeth, watching him closely. His smile grows as he moves down, leaving just enough space between your mouths for a piece of paper to slide between you. 

“You’ve got me. All of me.” He gently takes your left arm and raises it, maneuvering it to rest over his heart, “Every last bit.” His lips ghost across yours, leaving you aching for more but you know this game. Just like how he knows how to get you to answer the question. The more you evade, the more he teases you and so on and so forth until one of you breaks. 

“I need you. Anything… everything. Just,” Your right hand tangles in his curls and pulls him down on top of you, all whilst you keep your gaze on his, “please, I need you.” 

You prayed that it was answer enough for Eddie, not knowing what you could and couldn’t ask for at the moment. Eddie moving off of you has you cursing yourself- because of course it wasn’t enough for him. Of course he is going to keep-

“Then your wish is my command, my lady.” Eddie winks at you before his lips begin to attack your throat. He leaves open-mouthed kisses at first before he begins to suck and nip at the exposed flesh, eliciting all sorts of noises from you. However, there is one spot that once he hits, all you can do is moan out his name. Then, he begins to leave his first, proper mark of the night on you. You moan and beg and whimper, your hands tangling into his curls, all whilst he bites and sucks and nips. 

“Fuck… Eddie…” You breathe out, closing your eyes, biting your bottom lip. You hear the wet POP when Eddie releases and you try to tilt your head to look but he stops you. 

“‘M not done yet.” He continues kissing down your chest, his fingers moving towards your back, lifting you off the ground ever so slightly whilst he deftly removes your bra. It quickly is thrown towards both of your shirts and that is all the warning you are given before Eddie draws your nipple into his mouth. 

“Oh fuck.” You cover your mouth with your hand, letting out a muffled moan, only to whimper when Eddie pulls back. 

“Move your hand, sweetheart, or I will move it for you.” His words are featherlight against the shell of your ear and you are quick to oblige his demand. You open your eyes and are able to watch Eddie move down your body, back to your breasts, before he draws your hardened nipple back into his mouth. You gasp as his tongue swirls around the bud, your eyes closing as your head tilts back. 

His hand moves up your sides until he pinches your other nipple, mimicking the motions he made with his mouth, leaving you breathless. You could feel heat flooding your stomach, your fingernails digging into the carpet beneath you. 

“E-Eddie…” You moan and then he’s gone, again. You let out a pathetic whine, opening your eyes to see him watching you, his head tilted to the side. 

“Still not done.” He reassures you, his gaze never leaving yours whilst his fingers unbutton your jeans and slowly drag the zipper down. You gulp and make a silent prayer that whatever panties you’d thrown on that morning were not something embarrassing. 

‘Fuck.” You look back at Eddie and watch his gaze climb back up your torso to your face, “I missed you.” You can see it as it happens. Whatever control Eddie had had over his instincts snapped right before your very eyes and he is on top of you. His lips attack yours in a frantic, starving kiss as he pushes your jeans down your legs, with your help of course. 

His hand curls up into your hair and gathers it up into his fist and he gives it a tug, pulling you both apart, your heavy pants the only sounds in the room. 

“Promise…” he trails off and closes his eyes, clenching his jaw tightly, his forehead pressing against yours, “Promise you will tell me if I need to stop.” 

You could almost laugh at his words but you smother it down; instead bringing your hands up to his face, gently running your thumb across his bottom lip, dragging it down slightly. 

“I promise.” You respond, completely serious, before you smile up at him. “Now, you said you weren’t done.” It was all he needed to hear before he was back to his task at hand. 

Your eyes widen and you let out a squeak in surprise when Eddie blows cool air against your soaked panties. You raise up on your forearms and narrow your eyes at him, only to receive a cheeky grin in return. 

“Ass.” You mumble before you drop back down onto the ground, only to squeal once more as he hooks his hands behind your knees, pulling your lower half up onto his lap. 

“What was that?” Oh god, you know that tone. You look up at his face and let out a shaky exhale at the raised brow he gave you. 

“I said, FUCK.” His thumb pressed against your clit and your back arches as he begins to massage it into quick circles, “Fuck, Eddie, fuck, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean it.” You struggle to speak as he continues to tease the bundle of nerves. 

“Mhm… what a good girl, apologizing.” He winks at you as he slows his pace until it’s almost torture how slow he is going. 

“E-Eddie, please…” 

‘What was that?” Just like that, his pace speeds back up and you're left squirming, your hands trying to find anything to hold onto, your mouth hanging open as you slowly grow closer and closer to the edge. Just as you find yourself teetering towards oblivion- he slows down once more. You let out a pitiful cry and flop back down onto the floor. 

“So… beautiful, sweetheart.” His freehand brushes across your ribs and you feel yourself raise up to meet his touch but just as you do, it’s gone. 

“Eddie…” You whine, opening your eyes, pouting out your bottom lip. He knows he’s torturing you just like you know that he loves playing with you, making you beg for him to do anything, to let you finish.

However, something in you clicks into place and you quickly lock your ankles together behind Eddie’s back and using his surprise to your advantage, flip him onto the floor beneath you. 

“What-Sweetheart, I-” You cover his mouth with your finger and grin down at him before you lower your cunt down onto his clothed cock. You watch his eyes roll back and his head hit the floor with a hollow thud. 

“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.” You smirk as you mock his words, beginning to grind yourself against Eddie, watching him squirm just as he had you moments prior. Just when you feel his hips begin to move in time with you, you slow. 

‘Fuck-” Eddie breathes out, his hand fistting up, his eyes squeezing shut. 

“I believe… I am owed an apology too.” You grip his chin between your thumb, forefinger and middle as you stare down at him. His dark eyes fly open and he frantically searches your face for a sign of legitimate anger before he relaxes. 

“I’m sorry f-for, fuck shit, for pushing you… oh god, away.” You watch Eddie struggle to compose himself through the apology whilst you continued your own torture. You lifted up on your knees and watched his eyes fly open once more, his hands moving to pull you back. 

“I’m right here,” You reassure him, smiling down at him, your hands unbuttoning his jeans. You hear Eddie let out a moan of relief as you push the jeans down to his knees where he simply kicks them off the rest of the way. You take a moment to study him beneath you, biting your bottom lip, your fingers trailing down his torso. You trace a few of his tattoos and take a deep breath overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of the man beneath you and the fact that, for the moment, he was all yours. 

“What’s wrong?” Eddie looks at you, trying to spot whatever had upset you, before looking back at your face, “Sweetheart?” 

“You’re gorgeous, Munson.” You lower yourself back down and quickly capture Eddie’s lips with your own as you grind against him once more. Eddie, however, doesn’t hesitate to use it to flip you both, his hand cupping the back of your head as he does. He nips your bottom lip before he pulls away, beginning to scatter a trail of kisses down your torso. 

“Not nearly as gorgeous as you.” He hooks his fingers onto either side of your panties and begins to pull them down your thighs, his lips parting slightly. “So wet for me, sweetheart.” 

That was all the warning he gave before he licked a bold stripe up your center, causing your head to tilt back once more into the carpet. He hooks either arm under your legs and pulls you closer to him, before he attaches his lips to your clit. 

“Oh fucking god Eddie” You moan loud enough that you’re almost sure that the others could hear you in the next room. You couldn’t care, not with Eddie sucking your clit and swirling his tongue, leaving you seeing stars. His hair was tickling your inner thighs and you could feel the metal of his rings biting into your skin; all whilst Eddie continued to move his tongue in a consistent pattern against your clit. 

“E-Eddie,” You moan, your eyes squeezing shut, growing closer and closer to your release once more, “I’m, fuck, I’m close.” You barely manage to get the words out between the various noises you kept making in response to him eating you out. 

Eddie releases your clit from his lips and swiftly replaces it with his thumb, rubbing the same pattern against the bundle of sensitive nerves. 

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Show me how much you missed me.” His words were all you needed before you felt yourself falling head first into your climax, screaming out his name over and over again. All the while, Eddie never slows his movement on your clit. You come back into your skin and you pant, opening your eyes to look at Eddie, licking your lips. 

“Is this enough, my sweet girl?” You shake your head, trying to open your mouth to speak but all that comes out are small noises in response to his touch. “Do you want more?” You nod frantically, your hands trying to grab at him, earning a hearty chuckle from Eddie in response. 

“So needy.” he whispers above you, before he leans down and kisses you. His tongue traces your bottom lip and without hesitation, you open your mouth for him. You can taste yourself on his tongue and you moan in response. Eddie sucks on your bottom lip before he pulls away, licking his lips, his chest rising and falling with his own heavy breaths. 

“I cannot wait to fuck your pretty little brains out.” He trails his thumb down your bottom lip, before he locks eyes with you once more, “Tell me if I should stop.” 

You shake your head and shift your hips up into his touch, “M-More.” 

“Good girl, using your words.” Eddie’s praise fills you with a new warmth, mixing with the one deep in your stomach. He brings his forefinger and middle finger to your lips and without question, you draw them into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around them as you hollow out your cheeks and you watch Eddie squeeze his eyes shut and his head fall back. 

“Fucking… tease.” he pulls his fingers out slowly, before he brings them to your entrance. You let out a shaky breath and bite your bottom lip, only to let out a loud moan as he pushes them into you. 

“Oh god, so… wet for me, aren’t you?” He coos at you, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, before he pulls his fingers out nearly all the way, only to thrust them back in. He repeats this motion a few times before he curls his fingers inside of you. 

“E-Eddie!” You screech when his fingertips hit the special spot inside of you that leaves you shaking and gasping for air. You barely hear Eddie stroking himself as he continues to bring you closer and closer to a second climax. His thumb presses against your clit as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, curling them each time to keep hitting that special cord inside of you. 

“One more and then I’m all yours. Come on, sweetheart, just one more.” You’re squirming beneath him, clawing and scratching at the carpet, your eyes beginning to tear up as you grow closer and closer to the edge until it’s flooding through you. Everything goes silent for a moment until you come back to the sound of your own screams of pleasure. 

“Good girl.” Eddie presses a kiss to your hairline before he’s angling himself between your legs, “Open your eyes, sweetheart. Wanna… fuck, wanna see you.” 

You peel your eyes open and gulp, your mouth suddenly bone dry, until you find those same deep, brown eyes staring down at you. The corners of your lips quirk upwards and your hand raises to press against the ‘v’ between Eddie’s brows. 

“Tell me if I need to st-” 

“Do not stop.” You manage to get the words out, barely, before you reach up and pull him down by his hair. You kiss him the same way you’d wanted to kiss him since that last night at your parents’ house when he walked away from you. You bite his bottom lip and take advantage of his surprised gasp, your tongue sneaking into battle with his for dominance. 

That is when he pushes inside of you and your face squeezes slightly at the slight pinch, causing him to pull back from the kiss. He studies your face and stays completely still until you relax. 

“‘M sorry, Forgot…” He begins to apologize and you quickly cover his mouth with your hand. 

“Shhhh, just, jesus fuck, move.” You hiss as he pushes further into you, your hands moving to his back, your nails digging into his skin. 

“F-fuck, sweetheart, god…” Eddie’s head dips down slightly as he lets out a groan, “F-Forgot… how tight you are… how warm, fuck.” His hips buck slightly and he moans before he opens his eyes, checking on you. 

“I’m okay.” You kiss his cheek gently and nod for him to continue. He smiles at you before he thrusts into you entirely, watching your mouth fall open and your eyes fall closed once more. He gives you time to adjust once more before he pulls out until just his tip is inside of you. He thrusts back into you and repeats himself over and over again, slow enough that he knew he wasn’t hurting you, but with enough speed that he wasn’t torturing himself. 

“Mmm… missed you, so, so much. Should have never… never let you… go.” Eddie whispers in your ear as he begins to pick up speed, his right hand hooking under your knee and moving your leg up onto his hip, giving himself more access. You can only moan in response, nodding your head, your nails beginning to mark his back. 

“Fuck… I love you. I love you.” he repeats himself with every thrust as he begins to pick up speed, his left hand moving down between you both to find your clit. You tighten around him as he begins to play with your clit once more, causing him to cry out your name, his head falling onto your shoulder. 

“Gonna… gonna have… have you ride me after this. Wanna, fuck, wanna finish in you.” He’s coming apart at the seams, but then again, so are you. He’s driving you closer and closer to the edge once more as he plays with you. His right hand moves from your leg to your tit. He squeezes it and pinches your nipple before he attaches his neck to your throat once more. He begins to bite, kiss and suck on your throat and you can feel yourself as you hit the edge. 

He doesn’t pull back from your throat as you begin to cry his name, over and over again, signalling your impending release. Instead he picks up his pace, dragging you down into the deep, leaving you tightening around him as your entire body locks up and arches. 

You scream his name, over and over again, your nails drawing blood as they drag down his back. You don’t have time to come down from your own high before you feel Eddie’s breath hitch against your neck and he pulls you into a sloppy kiss. His thrusts quicken and become shallower and you know how close he is. So you pull him closer and wrap your shaking legs around his ass and pull him deeper. 

Eddie moans into your mouth and does his best to match his previous pace but he’s reaching the end of his own rope and quick. His thrusts are shallow once more and he lets out a weak whine against your lips before he pulls back, his forehead resting on yours. 

“I’m gonna, fuck, sweetheart, I’m gonna,” You open your eyes and look up into his and lick your lips. 

“Come for me Eddie. Come on, please, please, cum.” You beg him, your hands trying to pull him impossibly closer until he lets out his own cry of pleasure. You can feel his release inside of you, coating your walls, filling you entirely. 

“Fuck… fuck…” Eddie collapses on top of you and struggles to catch his breath before he rolls onto his side, careful not to pull out of you, before he brings you into his arms. He peppers kisses over your face, sucking in air through his nose, his entire body still shaking. 

“You’re… not a loser.” You manage to murmur, playing with his damp curls, raising your head to look up at his face. Eddie’s eyes widen and he moves to argue and you shake your head before he can even try, “You’re not your dad. You are… so much more than a Hawkins loser.” You shiver as his finger runs down your spine, bringing you closer to his chest, seeking out his warmth. 

“I missed you.” He whispers against your forehead, closing his eyes, his arms wrapping tightly around you. 

“I missed you.” You reply, listening to his heartbeat thundering in his chest. 

“When… all of this is over, I’m gonna take you out. Anywhere, you name the place.” He looks down at you and smiles, that crazy wide smile he does, before he continues, “And then, I’m gonna graduate… and I will follow you across the fucking world if you want me to. No more running.” He whispers the final three words like a promise to you and all you can do is press a soft kiss to his lips. 

“Deal.” You shiver as the chilly march air blows in through his window, forcing him to reach out and drag one of his threadbare blankets over you both. 

You don’t remember falling asleep but you wake, safe and warm inside Eddie’s arms as he snores quietly above you.

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Imagine: Sneaking off for a Date with Sayid

Something felt off, you woke up this morning and felt off all day. so when you shuffled up and brushed your hair, and were about too start braiding your hair, you spent last night to pack your bag with water and fruit for your Sneak away date as you call it.

when you first arrived too this hell hole of a island- you weren’t overly worried, SUre. you were on a deserted island but you had your surgeon of a brother beside you, And you were alive. it would just be a Bump in the road.. then you all realized the so called Island wasn’t your typical island. polar bears and a strange Black mist that comes up and kills you appeared. At first your brother instantly started trusting Kate, and Sayid. which was great since you also trusted him. everyone on the island got along with you. When Sawyer found your brother a pain in the ass, he looked at you and wondered how the heck you were related. and you normally talk him down when Kate is giving your brother too much attention and was making Sawyer jealous. everything was fine until Lock announced Sayid old profession which you knew already. He told you first week on the island but the entire beach knew now and Jack and everyone stopped trusting him. which made you unsure how too react.. since you trusted him even more. Sayid told you. he didn’t shield you or trick you. he was upfront and confessed.which Only made you value him more. what he was forced too do and who he is are completely different things. so you didn’t mind. granted you wished he didn’t have those demons in his past but you also knew their are demons in yours that he probably wished you didn’t have.

“Hey Sweetheart.”

Sawyers Nickname for you, he calls Kate that sometimes but he hasn’t addressed you as your Name Once. always Sweetheart. you didn’t mind it was his souther charm, Plus out of All the people on the island he only like three people. Kate, you and Hurley.. and even then he was a toss up. As much as you would love too entertain him you were already Running late for your morning Breakfast with Sayid. Since the bombshell of his past. your Brother. and Everyone has made sure you kept away from him everyone was being over protective since they all knew that you had a massive crush on him. So Hurley, Charlie, Everyone on the island made sure you stayed away from Sayid..

“what’s up Sawyer? early for you isn’t it? Don’t you like sleeping in until noon?” he grinned rubbing his head the sun was making his Hair shin extra bright this morning.

‘what a girl like you doing up so early. with such a heavy ba Bag?”

“easy- I”m Going in search for food. are supplies are going low.”

Sawyer grabbed your backpack opening it up you protested as he spoke, ‘pretty heavy too bring things.”

“I’m planning too eat and walk- why the integration So early?”

Sawyer grabbed a apple from your bag as he bite into it. you snatched your bag from him putting it over your back as he spoke, “the other shave been noticing you dissapearing for hours on end.”

“is it so bad that i take a bit for myself? i mean you go off alone.”

Sawyer looked at me, “where you going Y/N.”

Rolling your eyes it was getting incresley painful sneaking around. but you spoke, “I tohught you would want too be on that crusaded mission with Kate.”

he’s head perked up hearing Kate’s Name as you spoke, “rumour has it, her , Jack.Charlie and Lock are in hunt for answers about our polar bear. surprise your letting her have so much quality time with jack..”

he grinned weakly. rubbing his chin, “fair enough, Just don’t do anything stupid.” ffff

“Never Do.”

he walked off. as you took that time too head towards the Woods. Since Sayid was “off” he told Kate he was walking the entire island too Gie the beach a breather and for him too Think. you soon caught up too him. and begged him not too Leave .He was conviced too go into the Jungle. about a few miles away just far enough that they wouldn’t spot him easily. And clos enough that you could see him.

“Hey Y/n!”

you sighed heavily,y ou were so close too being into the jungle and able too just leave the beach behind but Claire spoke up, as you sighed. you couldn’t Just ignore the pregnate women.

an Hour passed. Sayid was sitting on a log stump worried. it wasn’t like you too be late. he was about too leave too go too the beach too check on you when you stumbled into his clearing. breathing deeply you spoke, “Jesus.. Everyone is Gabby today!”

Sayid smiled brightly as you walked over giving him a hug as he smiled wrapping his arms tightly “it’s about time”

Smiling brightly you rested your arms into his chest, “How are you?”

“good yourself?”

“Good now>”