#gotta say those are beautiful figure drawings

[damaages]

MAKE IT TO THE MORNING [JADA WILLIAMS]

the party was only getting started, but none of you had any of it.

you, back pressed against the kitchen’s counter, brows furrowed and lips wrapped around the plastic of your cup. and her, at the other end of the apartment, her lonely ass sitting on a couch that a had a single seat. you guys’ usual dynamic was simply not there. and everyone noticed it. something happened, that was for sure—and that’s why tonight’s plan went from getting wasted to making you guys go back to normal. at least, to your lovey-dovey usual state.

a sigh leaved your parted lips. “babe.” your best-friend’s voice cut through your thoughts. “just tell us what’s going on!” she said, her fingers wrapping themselves around your naked shoulder.

you sighed, again. “none happened. just a lil’ argument, s’all.” and the tone of your voice while saying those words told your friend everything she needed to know. it wasn’t just a simple fight, it was something deeper than that—something that needed to be resolved, even if it meant locking you two in a room or threatening your gay asses.

“okay, so something did happen, then.” you roll your eyes, and she laughed it off. “alright. you guys got a fight. but it doesn’t mean you gotta ignore each other like that.” she added, matter-of-factly, and you took another sip of your drink.

silence met the both of you for a few seconds, ones where the music and soft chatter around you get louder. the gears inside your head started working on their own, your brain almost overheating from overthinking—but, thank God, your best-friend cut that shi’ off real quick. “c’mon. look how sad my girl’s looking.” and you can’t help but search immediately for jada’s figure.

immediately, your eyes found hers—her light pupils brightening at the sight of yours, even if her mug was still occupying each of her features. to the other’s eyes, that damn girl was just playing mysterious. but to you, you knew your baby was hurting, just as much as you did. another sigh left your glossed lips when jada turned her head the other way, engaging a conversation with a baller friend of hers—judea watkins.

“go get your girl, baby.” and your friend left with that, her words piercing that thick skull of yours and hitting your brain.

there you were, standing alone in the middle of a rando’s kitchen, drink in hand and a soft pout settling itself on your face. you ain’t gonna lie, you started to miss your baby—but you had to get rid of your pettiness’ remnants before going back to her. you still had pride, alright?

so, you gave yourself some more minutes to think to yourself—to brace yourself for getting over you guys’ silly argument. time passed by, and your eyes couldn’t leave jada. you couldn’t help it, she looked too good in her military shirt, in her black jeans that were perfectly falling on top of her travis nikes—the one she made sure to buy you, and almost forced you into wearing when she was, just so that you two could match. a lil’ smile creeped its way on the bottom of your face at the reminder, your pupils still focused on her one-dimpled smile, on her beauty marks decorating her soft cheeks. fuck.

another minute passed by, and you finally decided to stop being a child and go get your girl—only to find that someone else had the same idea; a random bitch that spawned out of nowhere and took a seat on the armchair of the couch jada was sitting on. the crease between your eyebrows deepened at the sight, and you had to stop yourself from making a scandal—right then and there.

instead, you took a deep breath, grabbed another drink and made your way to the sofa; your eyes piercing through the bitch’s head—so much, that you didn’t realise that jada’s gaze was on you the whole time, a lil’ smirk drawing itself on the bottom of her pretty face.

“hi, baby.” your voice was as sweet as sugar when you stopped in front of them. “got you a drink.” you waited for jada to take the cup out of your hand, before taking a seat on her parted thighs—your glare settled on the girl in front of you. almost immediately, your girl’s hands found their way around the plush of your hips—your body relaxing at the touch, at the single smell of her sweet scent that enveloped you instantly.

the random girl’s face was blushed from… shame? embarrassment? something you didn’t feel, anyway.

but still, she stayed. so you had to push her buttons some more. “and, you are…?” to every person that knew you, even a lil’, you were the sweetheart. but right now, with your raised eyebrow and settled mug, you looked like a brat—one that got jada smitten. real bad.

the girl babbled, and you can feel your girl’s cheek pressing itself against your back. this bitch was hiding her lil’ laughs—she was eating that interaction up. so you gave her something to munch on.

“you’re my girl’s friend? didn’t see you ‘round here before.” you added, getting yourself comfier on jada’s lap; wrapping your arm around her neck and letting the tips of your manicured nails scratch her nape. she hummed against you, and your smile grew twice its size. “oh, right. maybe because you ain’t.” and that got her wheezing. like, literally laughing out loud—and that intruder didn’t need more to leave you guys alone.

jada’s laughs slowly came to an end, and the reality of the situation resurfaced. though, her hands were still wrapped around you, and yours around her nape—but the silence that surrounded you both spoke volumes. she cleared her throat, slowly detaching her face from your back and looking up at you.

your eye-contact lasted for a few seconds, minutes even—during ones you got lost in her eyes. she licked her lips, drawing your attention to them, before smiling; her pearly whites all out. and that was your green light to let your mouth met hers in a soft, but full of explanation, kiss.

“thought you’d never come see me.” she muttered against your lips, her hands firm around your waist. “couldn’t let my baby alone, could i?” you murmured in return. she chuckled, and your fingers made their way up her neck. she detached herself from you, her gaze piercing yours. “you still mad about earlier?” a soft sigh left your pink lips, that she reached to peck once more. “no, am not.” you shook your head from side to side, inching closer to her chest—your fingers playing with the blonde curls that were escaping her bun. “matter of fact, i’m sorry.” jada’s eyes widened slightly, and her smirk turned into a grin. you groaned, throwing your head backwards with your eyes closed. there she went.

her laugh echoed through your ears, and you gotta stop yourself from smiling at the sound.

she brought you closer, almost smushing your head in her chest, before pressing kisses against your forehead. “look at my baby being an adult!” your grunts got louder, as well as her chuckles. “thank you for apologising. appreciate it. a lot.” she finally said, her tone more serious.

you opened your eyes, tilting your chin up to take a look at her—realising that she’s been looking at you. your cheeks flushed. she laughed. again. and you groaned. again. “stop laughing at me!” you whined against her. “a’ight, a’ight…” she calmed down. or, at least, pretended to.

a lil’ silent surrounded you two, again—but this time, it was lighter; comfortable. your hearts weren’t heavy anymore, your bodies feeding themselves warmth and solace, and a new music echoed through the walls of the apartment. your eyes lighted up, and you instantly sat up against her thighs. jada smiled knowingly.

the intro of ‘make it to the morning’ from partynextdoor resonated. “that’s our song, baby! c’mon!” you said, getting ready to leave her lap and rush to the dance floor.

but you’re stopped by jada’s fingers around your wrist.

you frowned.

“gimme a kiss first.” and you complied, your mouth meeting hers in a kiss—your tongue finding hers, her hands finding the cheeks of your ass in a cheeky squeeze. and the both of you smiled, happier than ever.

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[muchanmocha]

Ty for posting this bc now I can't get hand to hand combat au Alnst out of my head I'm sorry I've never watched fight club and don't know anything about it I am also a total amateur in all things fighting so this is just me dumping thoughts

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Ivan

Ivan would be terrifying in close combat. I cannot stop thinking about how scary it would be. He's skilled enough, built enough, and equipped with the exact mindset he needs to be terrifyingly efficient. He'd take you down systematically with an arsenal of grips, grapples, and locks before you even realize what's happening.

He also can and would break your limbs and for a moment he has a look on his face that makes you think he will. But the next second he releases you with his customary smile bc c'mon this is just a friendly match right? (...Right?)

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Mizi

Mizi is the second scariest for me bc hello we all saw Round 5.

In most universes girly girl Mizi would not be a fan of building up muscle mass but that can be negated for this specific au for obvious reasons. (What's terrifying is that even Mizi at her most girly girl (hi canon idol Mizi) is still an absolute unit when push comes to shove. Rip Luka.)

Ngl I see Mizi utilizing more of a boxing style but regardless of the technicalities if you're up against Mizi godspeed bc she'll knock you out quick and brutal. Her natural athleticism and wild animal instincts will serve her well and her personality reflects in her blows — simple, straightforward, and packing a hefty punch (bad pun intended).

I live for the clueless look on her face whenever a new opponent is unexpectedly downed on first hit.

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Hyuna

Hyuna. Well this is interesting haha. Bc Hyuna can definitely give Mizi a run for her money. You might not think it bc of how banged up she gets but that's not from being weak. Rather, she's always sporting various wounds because of the ridiculous amount of fights she gets into (both casual and actual). In terms of raw talent Mizi wins out, but Hyuna's level of experience and skill trumps her hands down; imo she'd win against Mizi 9 times out of 10 (at least at the beginning).

But I'm drastically less afraid of Hyuna mainly bc if you get into a fight with her you're guarenteed to become buddies by the end of it and grab a drink together — she can and will drag you to the bar. They prob started having a first aid kit there just for her honestly.

(Irrelevant to this au but it would be funny to see her as a practitioner of the classic fictionalized version of the drunken fist haha.)

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Till

Till is naturally scrappy and I think that extends a lot to how he fights in that even if he gets actual training somewhere he'd still be largely unconventional in his means. (Biting. A lot of biting.)

In terms of physicality he loses out a bit to the aforementioned characters (even if gym bro Till au will forever be my favorite child) but he also. Like. Would never surrender under any circumstances. No matter what state he's in he'd be fighting tooth and nail, clawing at victory, so uh, if you need to win your only choice is to fully knock him out.

Also yes he and Ivan's rough housing always turn into impromptu spars.

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Sua/Luka

The thing about Sua and Luka is that they're both physically weak (former due to her natural constitution, and the latter due to his health) and it's something that's kinda been built into their core character and image.

Oh they can be real threats to someone's life in a combat-focused au for sure, but I feel like it'll involve weapon usage because of how unsuited they are for hand to hand combat.

However if we're entertaining the prospect of this au I'd say, Sua probably leans more towards martial arts that have a basis in redirecting an opponent's energy and momentum to use it against them. She'd prob still be the best choice if you really need to fight one of them... but let's face it, if you so much as swipe at her face you risk Mizi on a warpath.

Luka is an interesting case where I see a mix of Ivan and Sua. He'd be a lot more openly ruthless than Ivan but with the same cold hard efficiency. Meanwhile his lacking physical constitution compared to Ivan means he'd be compensating through similar methods as Sua. I can see him going after weak spots with pinpoint accuracy like a harsh jab to your throat.

Terrifying. No ty.

Tl;dr do not try to fight any of them

Alien stage but instead it's fight club

[almadelsur]

💋 The Secrets One Keeps

summary: You're in love with jj but he's with kie, so in moments of pure desperation you often find yourself turning to the person he hates the most...rafe

warnings: some good old angsty pining, very very slight smut if you squint, fem!reader, one or two uses of y/n, plz let me know if I missed anything

a/n: SHE'S BACKKKK, so I've decided to completely reformat and re-post this fic with a few tweaks and editing considering i first wrote this like 3 years ago, and yes for those of you who have been asking, I fully intend to finallly continue this fic....more info on that later ;)

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JJ’s eyes change the moment Kiara steps into any room. Immediately his presence is ripped away from your immediate atmosphere, popping the little bubble you'd spent all afternoon crafting as he sprung up to greet the olive-skinned enigma that captured his affections.

“Kie!” The joy in his tone was incomparable to anything he’d directed at anybody else. Nothing could draw out such happiness from the blonde. You hated that about her.

In an attempt at self-defense, your brain shut itself off. Shielding you from processing the scene in front of you, your emotions ran cold like cement pouring down and across your neurons. It was the only way you could survive such a beating to your heart.

You figured that by distancing yourself mentally, you wouldn’t have to raise suspicion and distance yourself physically. In reality, you knew the real reasoning was your inability to stay away from JJ but the facade helped you cope.

“Hey J” she embraced him and his body relaxed around her as if she was the only source of his happiness. The only way he’d find alleviation from what he perceived as a shitty life being through her. “Sorry I’m late my parents had me running like crazy at the wreck today.”

Scattered greetings filled the air from the rest of the pogues, yet you could only focus on the way his eyes fixated on her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Here come sit baby” he offered her the seat he had just previously been place holding. What you thought had been quality time with your best friend, presented itself to you now as momentary attention to pass the time until his actual desire arrived.

Settling herself down and offering you a wide smile, her shoulder bumped against yours gently as a sign of acknowledgment.

“Hey dude” she directed at you, but you didn’t reply. You just couldn’t bring yourself to pretend. Not today anyway. Instead, you offered her a small smile, it was minimal but it was the best you could do under the circumstances.

“Yo" A crumpled tissue paper flew at your head, jj attempting to refocus your attention on him, "didn’t you say you were gonna get some water or something?” He spoke up, the scheme evident in his tone.

“um yeah I guess” You lifted yourself up and took a few steps before jj used the opportunity to slump himself down where you had been sat and sprawled his arms across his girlfriend’s shoulders.

“snooze ya loose sucker” he joked as he turned to Kiara to start up some mindless conversation. Leaving you behind in the dust.

Your teeth gritted as you focused on making your way to the kitchen hoping the distance from the scene unfolding would lift the iron grip on your heart.

You made the fatal mistake of glancing back and you were met with the image of jj nuzzling up to kiara in a picturesque display of love. The lump building at the base of your throat indicated that it was your time to get the hell out of there before you broke down in front of everyone. 

“Shit guys, y’know what I just realized I gotta go” You spoke quickly, your tone matching your pace as you rushed to the exit of the chateau. 

“You’re still coming to the party later though right?” John B asked, not tearing his eyes away from the screen in front of him. 

“Mhm yeah sure” you opened the door ready to depart. 

“Shit I forgot about that! Me and jj are gonna be late, we got dinner at the wreck tonight.” kiara added as you stepped out, unable to control the escape of a rogue tear.

“Date night babyyyy” You heard JJ cheer before you slammed the door behind you. 

“Is Y/N okay? She seemed a bit off.” Kie nudged JJ as she questioned. 

JJ furrowed his eyebrows momentarily. Glancing out the window, he saw you jog away from the house, and a brief flash of worry flashed through his mind. As quick as it came, it dissipated. He shook his head figuring that if there had been something wrong, he’d have been the first to know. 

“Nah she’s okay don't worry.” he offered to kie.

Boy was he mistaken. 

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“Fuuuck me” you moaned out, sinking into him one last time. You were hot, sweaty, and heaving as you pulled him out of you.

“I thought I just did” Rafe taunted leaning back to lie down, arms crossed behind his head causing his taut abdomen to flex.

You scrambled off the bed, picking up your garments and shoving them back on your body forcefully.

“What, no pillow talk?” He tried again.

“Rafe..” you trailed off. Whenever you’d finish fucking, you’d struggle to even look at him. The self-hatred flooded your body as soon as the orgasm poured out.

“Hey you called me” he eyed you intently but you knew he didn’t actually care. To rafe cameron everything was just a game. At this point it was pretty much common knowledge. “In fact” he moved closer to you so that he could speak directly into your ear “It’s always you that calls me.”

“Don’t be a dick” you stood up and eyed your heels contemplating whether you could face the walk back in them. “You know it makes me feel like shit.” It might have sounded brutal but that’s how things were with rafe.

“Yeah, it’s like you punctuate your orgasms with self-hate.”

“I'm a pogue, rafe.” You argued back as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“So? Kooks and pogues can fuck you know.” You couldn’t comprehend why you were even having this conversation. Why now, why tonight.

“Yeah maybe, not you though.” You didn’t want to tell him the reason explicitly.

“I fuck pogues.”

“You fuck anyone.” The words came out almost instantly and without thinking, yet rafe took no offense.

“Exactly so what’s the issue?”

“The issue is, rafe.” You paused trying to find the words without actually having to say the words. “The issue is that if my friends found out they’d hate me, probably more than I already hate myself.”

He just chuckled, the look in his eyes changing as he figured you out.

“What's funny?” You challenged.

“You don’t have to bullshit me princess.” He looked up at you with a devilish glint in his eye. “You just don’t want jj knowing about your little escapades huh?” Bingo.

“He’s with Kiara.” You shrugged him off.

“Uh huh, you like him but you can’t have him.” Every word he spoke striking a nerve deep within you. “So you’re fucking me to fuck him over.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You grabbed your heels and shoved them on, wincing as you buckled them up.

“Don’t I?” He threw his joggers on lazily as he stood, the level dynamics changing significantly. The older boy towered over you. “Where are they tonight?”

“Back at John B’s, we had a little get-together.” You crossed your arms. More often than not you usually called rafe after a few drinks left you feeling lonely. “Sorry, your invite must have gotten lost in the mail.” You attempted to jab at him with sarcasm yet he clearly held the upper hand with his line of questioning. 

“So all of them are there now?” He stepped towards you.

“Mhm,” You lied.

“Even jj?” Moving closer until your neck was craned upwards to meet his eyes.

Taking your silence as an answer, he reached up and ran his palms across your upper arms, prompting you to uncross them.

“He was uh- him and kie should be getting there soon” You mumbled.

“So would i be wrong in guessing, that might have prompted your call then?” You let yourself be guided by his movements leaning your neck further back as his hand trailed up to your jawbone.

“rafe…” you called out insignificantly.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against your neck, right over where he could feel your pulse, and pressed down.

You couldn’t help the gasp that left your mouth. Because as much as your heart belonged to jj, rafe was just so fucking good at raising your temperature.

“Round two?” He mumbled against your neck.

“Yeah..” you attempted yet it came out as a whisper. He grabbed you swiftly and lifted you, moving you across the room and throwing you down onto his bed, crawling on top of you in a predatory manner as he did so. As your back hit the bed, the ringing of your phone brought you back from the haze he had you under. 

“Wait rafe stop stop” you pushed him off and grabbed the screeching mobile, pressing it up to your ear. “Hello?”

“Dude, where are you?” The sound of jj’s voice came through over the pumping sound of music and party chatter. “Me and Kie just got back and John B says no one’s seen you for like over an hour.”

“Oh I’m uh, I had to go do something for my mom” The lie pouring out of your mouth caused rafe to chuckle which was of course met by a slap from you signaling for him to be quiet.

“Oh well, when are you getting back? I have to tell you about this date. You’re gonna be so proud of me I actually think I’m ready to tell Kie I love her” you screwed your eyes shut as he spoke.

“Yeah I- you know what I can’t make it back my mom needs me to stay and help out but uh I’ll see you tomorrow or something.” You hung up before he could even reply, throwing your phone down uncaring of its state.

“What’s wrong? They getting hitched?” Rafe spoke up from behind you.

You turned to Rafe, the fire in your veins pushing your arms to grab him, roughly pulling him back onto you.

“Just shut up and fuck me rafe.”

And fuck you he did.

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The next morning you woke up to the sight of rafe’s bare back. Not much of a cuddler, you figured.

Quietly you pushed the covers off and began to dress yourself back up. As you got to your shoes you sighed and shook your head, as if there was any way in hell you were going to walk home in heels. You scooped up your shoes and your now-cracked phone shaking your head, slightly ashamed at your outburst.

Without even a second glance at the sleeping body you were leaving behind, you made your way over to the door. As you turned the knob and stepped out to leave, a husky voice spoke up.

“I’ll keep my ringer on for you babe.”

You rolled your eyes looking back at him, “Fuck you rafe.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m counting on.” He didn’t even open his eyes as he answered, instead just rustling around in the bed and turning to the other side, once again facing his back to you.

You scoffed as you exited. Your internal rant clouded your vision, body on autopilot with an excellent self-navigation of the Cameron house from the countless times you’d made this exit.

“Y/N?” The gentle voice wiped your thoughts clean as the shock stilled you dead in your tracks, slowly turning to come face to face with none other than Sarah.

“Sarah” you drawled out. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s my house?” Her head was cocked to the side, equally shocked to see you.

“No I just mean- I thought you were spending the night at John B’s.” You forced the small talk, avoiding the topic of why you were here, sneaking out at 8 in the morning.

“He had to work today, did you spend the night here?” She glanced up at the door of rafe’s bedroom.

“Umm-“ There had only been two other instances where you had been at a complete loss for words. The day jj told you he and Kiara were dating, the morning after your first sexual encounter with rafe, and now this.

“Are you sleeping with my brother?!” She whisper-shouted, eyes wide as the realization hit her. Busted.

“No?”

“Oh my god!” She grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you to her room, slamming the door as soon as you were both inside. “How long has this been going on?!” Her tone was loud and her hands wild as she interrogated you.

“Just a little under a year.” You sat on her bed and looked at your lap as you spoke. Reminiscent of a child being scolded.

“A year?! Oh my god!” She repeated. “Who knows about this?!”

With that, you looked up at her desperately. “No one. No one knows so please don’t tell them.” You didn’t have to name names for her to know who you were referring to.

“Are you two like” she paused “together?” She scrunched her nose up, disgusted at the thought of her bully of an older brother dating anyone.

“No god no. It’s just sex” you were just as uncomfortable as Sarah was, having to tell her about boning her older brother.

“Disgusting.” She turned away from you with her arms crossed, looking out the window.

“Look I’m not proud of it okay? Just-“ You sighed “Just please don’t tell anyone” pleading again.

Sarah let out a long sigh and uncrossed her arms. She walked over to you and joined you on the bed, her eyes showing concern mixed with something you couldn’t quite place your finger on.

“I thought you were into jj” she spoke softly, there it was. Pity.

“Yeah well, jj is with kie and instead of sitting around wallowing in self-pity, I decided to do something about it.” As the words left your mouth, you realized how weak the explanation was.

“So you just use rafe to bang the jj out of you.”

“It’s not like Rafe cares, if anything he’s also using me.” You tried to reason.

“I don’t doubt that. But I mean, that’s- It’s not healthy, you’ll never move on if you don’t actually process your emotio-“

“Look Sarah, I don’t need to do any of that shit okay? What I have here works, when I fu- when I’m with rafe, I don’t think about jj.” Tears began to swell in your eyes “Sleeping with rafe helps me forget about everything, even if it’s only for a little while he uh- he makes me feel good.” To an extent, there was truth behind your words, while you and rafe fucked the rest of the world went away. It was only after, that the crippling self-hatred hit you along with the return of your immense feelings for jj. 

Sarah shuffled over and threw her arm around you. “That’s not good for you, it’s just momentary. It’s easy and it's a cycle, you’re never going to get better going down this path. Especially not with rafe.”

“Rafe he’s- he’s not that bad.”

“Yes he is. But i bet it gives you satisfaction fucking him knowing jj hates him. Feels like revenge right?” She’d always been so perceptive your Sarah, you hated how she could see right through you.

Tears ran down your cheek silently. “You’re not gonna tell anyone right?” You sniffled.

She gave you one of those classic salt-of-the-earth Sarah Cameron smiles, the kinda smile that would light up any room she walked into. “Takin' it to the grave babe.”

A loud beeping caused both your heads to whip towards the window. “Shit, I completely forgot I was supposed to go on the HMS with pope and jj, we were gonna chill there until John B and Kie finished work.” She rose to her feet and extended an arm towards you. “Wanna come? Or we could drop you home if you’re not up for it.”

With a sigh you took her hand and pulled yourself up, walking beside her as you mentally prepped yourself to face the blonde you desperately pined for.

“Well rise and shine campers.” jj yelled out of the window of the drivers seat.

“Y/N! Where you been dude? you totally bailed last night.” Pope was next to speak as you and Sarah filed into the Twinkie. As JJ began to drive you avoided any form of eye contact in his general direction.

“I had to go help my mom out, blackout at mine again.” You didn’t even look at pope either, instead focusing your attention on the blur of trees and houses pacing by the window as JJ sped down the winding roads.

“Isn’t that what you were wearing last night?” pope, observant as always, pointed out.

“Uh yeah, I didn’t really get any time to change cause…”

“I called her last night when I got home, I was so drunk I don’t think I was ready to stop the party.” Sarah covered for you.

“Yeah I wrapped up helping my mom out and then this one calls me talkin bout a sleepover or something so I didn’t exactly have much time to change.” 

Thankfully pope had lost interest as soon as he had asked the question, otherwise, your overcompensating ass would have been caught out straight away. You always had to add to the lie until you felt like you had sold it completely.

Keeping your eyes trained on the outside meant that jj’s frown directed at you through the windscreen mirror went completely undetected. He always knew whenever there was something up with you and right there and then he knew something definitely was.

“Hey, you okay?” He didn’t need to address you explicitly for you to know he was talking to you.

“Yeah just tired.” You shrugged him off in an attempt to distance yourself from him yet again.

He knew you were lying but he didn’t understand why, you never lied to each other. Apart from John B, the pair of you were closer to each other than with anybody else in the group. You’d been best friends since kindergarten, and since then you’d sworn 3 things to each other.

1- You’d always share your snacks.

2-You’d always be best friends even if you argued.

 3- You would never ever lie or keep secrets from each other.

Of course, as the both of you grew older the rules became more and more lax. The snack sharing was limited only to when you felt nice enough and sometimes you’d go for days without making up if you had argued particularly badly. Having kept two friendship-breaking secrets from him, the childhood rules seemed pretty insignificant by now.

“Mhm,” he responded, flickering his eyes between you and the road. “Are we taking you home to change first?”

“Yeah, I don’t know if I’ll join you guys afterward though.” You chewed down on your nail anxiously as the tension from being in the same space as jj paired with the guilt from having fucked rafe prior, suffocated you.

JJ made a face as he focused on the road, something was wrong with you and he’d be dammed if he wasn’t going to put his everything into finding out what that was.

[kissitbttr]

nobody understands how you did it.

how you managed to swept him off his feet, breaking the walls he had built pieces by pieces, how the fuck did you get him to be comfortable with you? to be open with you? and only with you.

‘never seen him this happy or loose in a long time, lass. what’s your trick, eh?’ the captain pulls a joke, making the rest of the team laugh. ‘i think I speak for everyone when i say, he never brings a girl out. let alone introducing her to us.’

that one is true. years of being friends with ghost, the captain nor his closest friend ‘soap’ has ever seen him out on a date. they encouraged him though, since there have been so many women tried their ways to get close with the big guy, yet none of them succeed.

the masked men would often just shrug them off and give one hard cold answer. they would back away immediately

“guess i just have my ways” is what you always say. even soap couldn’t register how it happened. he couldn’t figure it out himself, he knows the lad way longer than you do.

they don’t believe you. because there is no way in hell that all you did was to bat your lashes, show him your adorable giggle and he was in. there’s gotta be more to it.

so what is it about you that draws him close? what is it about you that makes ghost’s eyes light up each time you step into the room? what is it about you that makes ghost’s heart skip a beat every time he talks to you?

certainly not because how you’re so patient in getting to know with him, right? not because how you trace his scars ever so lightly and call them pretty every single time he’s doubtful about himself. not because how you console him with ‘I’ve got you, baby’ each night a nightmare comes back to haunt him while rubbing his back soothingly. not because how you shower him with soft, gentle kisses to remind him that your love for him is bigger than anyone could have offered. not because how you understand why he can’t say the three letter words to you, just yet. still, you stick around.

definitely not, right? there’s no way. he’s simon ghost riley. no one or nothing could ever be good enough to make this man come out of his shell. it’s impossible, right? you’ll need a miracle for that.

“love?” you hear a voice calls, along with the sound of keys being tossed into a ceramic bowl. heavy boots thumping against the marble floor,

you step out of the kitchen. long hair tied up into a messy updo, clear frame glasses perched on the bridge of your nose. dressed in one of his favorite sleeping gown as your eyes locked with his brown ones. the balaclava still attached to mask his handsome face.

scarred lips stretch into a smile the moment his beautiful fiancé emerges from the kitchen.

he drops his bag onto the floor, pulling the mask off of him slowly. revealing his disheveled blond hair as he takes slow steps towards you.

“hi, baby” your voice brings him home. no soul could ever take away from him. he longs for that angelic tone each time he gets deployed. three or six months without listening to you speak to him is just insanity.

he’d rather lose his hearing entirely than not having to hear you at all.

he’s quick to embrace you in his arms. your face hiding in the crook of his neck, inhaling that signature scent of his that you had missed, dearly.

“what are you making?” he mumbles into the crown of your hair, giving it a peck before pulling away slightly to take a good look at you. “it smells good”

“your favorite” you kiss his chin, causing his cheeks to redden at the affection. “i even bought those lumpias down the 112th street. i know how much you love them. pretzels bites from the deli for snacks aaand, black pepper beef with rice for your dinner. sounds good?”

simon leans against the doorway as he watches you plate everything. rambling about everything. his smile widens even more at your domestic antics. the way you talk with your hands as you mention another annoying co-worker that keeps bugging you and the way you roll your eyes when a splash of gravy spill from the plate.

truly is a sight.

“why are you looking at me like that?” your lips raise into a curious smile, finger moving a dark lock that sticks into your forehead,

he gives you a small shrug. gaze not leaving you neither does his smile.

“you’re just so beautiful”

something so simple yet it makes your stomach fills with butterflies.

you chew on your lower lip to prevent you from smiling too much, but a hint of blush is dusting your cheeks betrays you.

“come, papi… don’t want the food to get cold now, do we?” you change the subject while you nod your head towards the empty seat across. “eat with me”

the two of you sit there while making a small talk. stealing glances every second. feeding each other’s food. soft laughs fall upon both of your mouths when one make a terrible joke.

something you’d see when two people are in love. c

so yes, the answer to that question. it is possible. because you made it possible. you made it possible for him to love again. even if he had to start all over. you made it possible for him to be vulnerable. you gave him a purpose the moment he thought things were looking bad for him.

he found a solace within your existence.

only you made it possible to bring the simon in him.

vbecause you. are his home

[bluewhitehues]

"An I love you card."

(Yes another HUG series drabble, sue me for missing them. They are my home😭)

Idol Kim Mingyu× F.reader

Genre/tags :fluff,comfort,Established relationship.

Summary: Reader just misses her lover so much. + mingyu buys an apartment so that he can finally ask you to live together with him.

(My brain isn't functioning a lot lately so idk about the summary,just read the fic you will understand, ok bye cuties🏃‍♀️‍➡️😭)

Masterlist

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You: Lover...I'm breaking up with you if you don't come and give me my hugs till tonight.

Gyu❤️: Baby hello to you too and wtf you scared the shit out of me why'd you start your text like that😭..I'm coming okay wait for me

You: you better if you want me in your life👍🏻

Gyu❤️: stop scaring me ...don't you love me anymore? 🥺🥺

You: WHY ELSE DO YOU THINK IM DYING TO SEE YOU IF I DIDN'T LOVE YOU

Gyu❤️: OKAY OKAY MY BAD BABY I GOT IT IM COMING I MISS YOU SO MUCH TOO

You: yeah and on a serious note love I'm not trying to make you feel bad about this I understand that you have work ..it's just I want to see you and hold you ..I miss you 🥺🤐

Gyu❤️: I Know love I know ..do you need something to eat should I get you something?

You: You.. I'm gonna eat your cheeks and lips off

Gyu❤️: oh god babe you've lost it ..is this what the lack of me does to you?

You: It does..it's a serious issue you dont understand

Gyu❤️: okay sweets gotta go I'll be there till 9-10pm may be ..rest till then ok?bye love you mwahhhh

You: yes can't wait to see you love you too❤️

Currently it's 5PM of your day off and you're about to cry because you miss your lover. Honestly it hasn't been that long since you met him. You saw each other nearly 24 hours back. But those meetings has been like just some fleeting moments. And you can't help but miss him from deep within. Your week has been exhausting too and he cures literally everything for you.

It's still 4-5 hours till you can see him. You're not even sleepy anymore you already took a nap. So you just decide to do some self care. You put a sheet mask on your face. (And make a silly face with a pout for the selfie and send it to mingyu. Like Ofcourse.) You even do your nails. Then you get a silly idea to make a greeting card for him with a letter may be. You excitedly take a white paper and few colours, pencils,pens everything.

You draw a cute panda holding a heart. And write 'An I love you card' below it.

And put a cute letter inside it.

After that you eat dinner and wait for him.

You hear the keys rustling and know it's him. You've already done a lot of waiting so you go almost running to the door, your heart beating fast. He comes inside locking the door, when he turns around you're there already running to him, crashing into his arms. He let's out a surprised chuckle wrapping his arms around you.

"Hey there, looks like you missed me a little too much huh" He said closing his eyes feeling you in his arms, your warmth invading his chest and to whole body and his to yours. That's the most beautiful feeling and the very reason why you crave it so much.

You hum in the hug, clutching him tightly.

"I did and I'm not going to let you go now."

Then you look up and he sees your face and eyes, it looks like you're about to cry. Eyes teary while looking up at him and a small pout. He coos at you, instantly holding your face in his hands. "Aww my baby, what happened I'm here now aren't I hmm" He says wiping the corners of your eyes.

You lean into his touch. "I don't know..you made me cry." You pout harder and he leans down to peck your pout. Once, twice. "Don't say that.. what did I do?" He asks pouting back.

You look everywhere moving your eyes as if thinking of something to say. "You were just saying anything,weren't you?" He giggles now that he has figured you out. Squishing your face in adoration. His eyes crinkling as he smiles wide.

You nod,letting out a laugh. "Yeah you know me."

"Mhm thought so." He says then picking you up. He walks to the couch in living room,flopping down on it with you in his lap.

"You sure everything's ok baby?" He asks kissing your head.

"Yeah just...missed you so much." You whisper in his neck,where your face is buried. He rubs your back soothingly. You pull back from the hug to look at him.

"Did you eat?" You ask tracing his face with your fingers. "Mhm I did with the guys." He says sighing into your touch. Placing his forehead on your shoulder. You caress his hair, hugging him tighter and kissing his temple, then ear and then neck. He tilts his head towards your neck and places sweet pecks on your neck too. You pull back making him look up at you, you put your forehead on his saying "kiss me."

And he smiles, complying to you without wasting a single second. He kisses you and you feel home again. He squeezes you to himself hugging you tighter so you know he missed you just as much. You share a few sweet kisses and then pull back.

"You know how bored I was ...I spent the whole day alone." You tell him.

"I wish I had a day off too baby, I'd have loved to spend my whole day with you." He says pouting a little, tucking your hair strand behind your ear.

"It's okay you're here now" You say giving him a smile and a peck at his nose. He scrunches it cutely with a chuckle.

" Oh wait !! I've something for you." You say suddenly remembering something. Your eyes a little wide with excitement. You get up so fast from his lap. You pick up the card from table and hand it over to him.

He takes it, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion but a smile on his face.

"An I love you card" He reads and looks up to you with a bright smile. "Oh my god babe you're so fucking cuteeee ahh" he says laughing while pulling you closer by your waist,so you're standing in front of him.

"You've to open it " You let out a giggle urging him to open it.

'There are so many shitty people in the world but I Met you..I have you..how did I get you? You're so lovable you know? And I love you for who you are. So kind,loving,caring. You keep calling me angel but you are the real angel. Thank you for coming into my life. I love you so much. I'm writing this because you need to know this and also because I fucking miss you right now. Ok bye don't make fun of me after this.' ~only yours,y/n.

You see all of his expressions with each word,with each line he reads, he melts a little more. h

He tries to control his smile. He looks up at you with tearful eyes. Grabbing your hand he pulls you closer. "How are you so cute baby." He sighs caressing your hands, "How did you get me you say..?.. But how did I get you?" "You're so precious you know that ? It's not even my birthday or anything special, it's just a random day and you're here making me feel so loved." He's looking up at you with so much love in his eyes with a sweet grin on his face, which you love so much.

You chuckle combing your fingers through his slightly long hair. "Baby, it's just me saying I love you in a silly way,it's nothing special.it's just a card."

"Well it is special to me." He says pulling you on his lap again. "And I'm going to cherish it forever, I'll keep it safe with me...thank you." "And I love you too by the way." He says grinning wide,giving you a peck on the lips.

"And I was going to do something special to tell you this or may be I should have asked you before doing this but.." He sighs.." I don't know I just love you so much and I want you to know, I want you with me always. So.." He takes a breath to prepare himself. He fishes out keys from his pocket. "I've been carrying these around since a week." He chuckles nervously, while your heart is beating fast.

"I know I should have probably asked you before doing this, but I just ..I wanted to do it for us ...so ..I bought an apartment for us . It's registered under both of our names."

You gasp "gyuu-" your eyes wide.

"I-I know baby ..it's a big step but ...will you move in with me baby?" He asks finally. "You know that I want a future with you right? For me You're my one and only." He says clutching your hands in his.

You finally let out a sob mixed with a watery laugh. Nodding furiously you say "You're my one and only too gyu. Shit I didn't know you'd do something like this ..but I've thought about this almost daily, when I want you to hold me to sleep. When I want to see you as soon as I open my eyes in the morning. Fuck you don't know how much I miss you when we can't meet or whenever I have to sleep alone." You sniffle and he's wiping your tears, nodding along with whatever you're saying.

"It's a little scary but I trust you with my whole life, so yes I'd very much love to move in with you."

His puppy eyes slowly get bigger in size as he gets happy "Really? Oh my god...I love youuu" He says getting up with you, spinning you.

"Oh my god you're going to make us fall..slow down." You laugh as his giggles fill the room. He stops putting you down on the ground.

"Is tomorrow ok with you? I want to show you the place first then we can decide the rest." He asks. "Yes." You say becoming a blushing mess making him coo at you.

a/n: idk if this is any good but i wrote this in June, finally finished it. Also im sorry for making you wait for 'I hate you not' series.it's also halfway done but it'll take a lot of time for me to actually post it. I'm more into reading than writing these days so please feel free to suggest me some good fics. Thank you for reading this. Hope y'all are having a nice day 🥹🫶

[covetyou]

first steps

ao3 ⋆ main masterlist ⋆ series masterlist part one ⋆ part two ⋆ part three

pairing: cuck!Joel x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: cuckolding, daddy kink, unprotected PIV, creampie, cuddle!fucking!, kinda premature ejaculation, praise kink, pet names, reader gets a brief foot rub, mention of male OC, ddlg vibes, established relationship. word count: 3.6k summary: You can't get thoughts of him out of your head, and Joel does nothing (or everything?) to help matters.

A/N: this takes place at the start of cuck!Joel's adventures in being cucked. they're on a journey of self discovery here folks. I daresay this is almost sweet and soft. look at me go. I'm growing as a person. follow @covetedfics and turn notifications on for updates on future work

You're in bed already; teeth brushed, washed up, and those god forsaken shoes off of your aching feet, waiting for Joel and his promised foot rub. It had been a long day, and an even longer evening, made longer still by the ache cramping your toes.

You huff to yourself - patience not being your strong suit when it came to Joel - and throw yourself back into the pillows. You were quite happily getting handsy downstairs, palming his erection through his dress pants when his phone had rang. At 11pm on a Friday. You'd rolled your eyes at him, pulling away as he swatted at your ass. It was a work call he said. He had to take it.

"I'll be up as soon as I can, baby," he called after you, and you had stuck out your tongue at him before disappearing up the stairs, shoes in hand.

It was okay, you figured. You'd spent the best part of the night mildly tormented. A few more minutes wouldn't hurt. From the moment you'd got to Joel's house that evening, he'd been touching you, whispering praise, telling you how beautiful you looked and how he wanted to just take you right there and then but sorry baby, we gotta get goin'. That hadn't stopped him sliding a hand up your thigh and dancing his fingertips across the front of your panties for the entire ride to the venue. By the time you got there, you were dripping and ready to come, but he had simply extracted his hand and got out of the car, leaving you hot and bothered and alone in the passenger seat.

And it hadn't got much better from there. Joel was making his way around the room, introducing you with a look in his eye that made you weak at the knees. You'd never known someone to be so proud to know you, so keen to show you off, before you'd met Joel. His hand would slide protectively up your back, drawing goosebumps across your flesh, or lightly ghost over your ass, whispering promises of later in your ear. He pressed endless kisses to your temple, and more than once you had to fight the supernova in your chest from exploding outward, flinging yourself at him with the force of it, and begging him to take you home as you wept into his mouth.

But then he'd introduced you to him. A contractor who he'd picked up on their latest job. He was shorter than Joel, and well dressed with dark hair and pristine shoes. You remember the shoes well - you'd focused on them for a long time, unable to keep looking at his face for fear of the heat that would spread to yours.

"This is my girl. Told you about her," Joel introduced you, shouting loud over the noise booming from the speakers. He kissed you on the side of the face then, watching you like a hawk as you looked up and smiled sweetly at the beautiful man before you - Andrew, from what you heard Joel say over the music - and choked out a small hello.

Joel took that moment to excuse himself.

"Gonna go get our friend here another drink."

You turned to kissed him square on the mouth before he could stride off, leaving you alone with Andrew, nipples puckering almost painfully beneath the thin material of your dress.

Small talk had been awkward all evening, mostly because you hadn't really wanted to be there, but with Andrew it was anything but. He spoke to you like it was the easiest thing in the world, laughing and joking together like you'd known each other for longer than a few minutes. You were transfixed, talking animatedly as you rested a hand on his arm, making a comment that made him laugh, a deep contagious thing that made your core drip with want. All the while, dark eyes from across a room stare at you, and you don't realize for a second that it's taken much longer than a few minutes to grab a drink.

Joel had known, you were sure of it. Maybe it was your wide eyes, or your shuffling feet played off as just the ache in your toes, but talking to Andrew did something to you, and Joel knew. Finding out he was here alone and would be going home to an empty apartment too was more of a thrill than it should have been. Not that you would be. You'd be going home with Joel, but that made the thought of him all the sweeter.

It's a thought that still lingers with you as you lie here in Joel's bed hours later. You sigh, trailing your fingertips softly up your body, willing Joel to hurry up and finish his phonecall so he can relieve the ache from more than just your feet.

And that's just how he finds you a few minutes later. Caressing your own soft flesh beneath crisp sheets, caught in a fantasy of a shapeshifting man.

"Sorry baby, was Tommy. Security called him in for a late delivery, ruined his date." You open your eyes, not realizing you'd even closed them, and look up at him with a soft smile. The shapeshift man is clear as day now, no longer shifting between the men that could be, but staying firmly as one that is right in front of you. Fuck, do you want him.

His back is to you tugging his shirt from his arms, revealing broad shoulders and his soft belly as he turns. He spots your hands moving beneath the sheets you'd tucked yourself into, unable to keep them still even now that he's here.

"Gettin' started without me?" he asks, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"You were taking too long," you say, dragging your fingertips across the swell of your breasts and up your neck into a lazy stretch.

Reaching for your outstretched leg, he pulls your foot from its confines, making you yelp and giggle as he tugs you down the bed. He did promise you a foot rub. Strong thumbs push into your arch, rubbing there, making your foot flex, the ache in your sole abating just a little with each slow rotation. You groan, lost in the relief his hands bring, before he's switching to the other foot and doing the same all over again.

You're Jell-o by the time he's finished, kissing all over your calves, knees, thighs, as he crawls up your body.

He nuzzles into the soft front of your panties, still damp or newly damp, you're not quite sure, and breathes you in. He mouths at you over the thin fabric, and you're so desperate for more friction on your clit after hours of waiting that you wiggle, trying to grind yourself against his face.

"I know what you want when you get all wiggly, baby," he says, a knowing smile pulling at his lips. He tickles his fingers across your damp crotch, making you wiggle even more. "You want your daddy, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," you say eagerly, reaching down to scratch at the scruff on his face, trying to tug him up to you for a kiss. "I've been a good girl."

He presses a long kiss to your palm, nudging your hand away with his head so he can burrow his face into your mound again. "Mm. You have. Know you didn't wanna stay that long, but you did so good for me." It comes out as nothing more than a mumble, the deep vibrations of his voice shooting straight to your pussy.

The truth was you hadn't expected to like anything about this evening that didn't involve Joel. But you had, and that had made sticking around far more tolerable than it should have been, even with the consistent trickle of want through your core.

"Think we should get these panties off o' you and see what mess we're dealing with. Been worked up all night, huh?" he asks, as if he hadn't been responsible for it.

He peels your underwear from you, tugging them down your legs and throwing them behind him without a care for where they land, before he spreads you open and takes a leisurely lick through your folds. He can never resist, the sight of you so worked up for him from so little always such a temptation. He licks again, looking up at you with a smirk as you melt further into his sheets. The slippery muscle of his tongue pushes into your slick hole and fucks you gently, tasting every drop of desire you'd had for him - and Andrew.

A final peck to your clit and he's groaning, shifting up the bed to slotting in beside you with a heavy sigh, curving his broader frame against yours. You find his mouth, needing to have him close to you in every way you can, and kiss him, holding his head in your hands as his own finds its way between your legs. Large fingers stroke delicately across your pussy. His own spit makes the soft drag of his fingers effortless as he finds your clit with practiced ease, and swipes gently at the swollen nub.

Your own hands roam, drifting from his face, slyly tracing down his body until you're tucking your fingers into his pants. Only, it's not sly at all, and he's holding back his amusement when he whispers into your mouth, unzipping his pants and pulling them down before settling beside you once more. "S'alright, I got you."

Your hand immediately flies to his cock, stroking across his smooth length, wasting no time in working him back up after it had softened since your antics downstairs. When he's stiffened in your palm, standing up and knocking rigidly against his belly when you let go, you trail your fingers down to his balls. You lightly squeeze, massaging them in your palm, rolling your thumb over the soft flesh.

He groans, closing his eyes as he grabs his own dick in his massive fist, long lashes tickling his cheek. "That's it, stroke Daddy's balls. Gotta get ready to go in that pretty pussy of yours baby."

You lightly drag your nails across his sack as his slowly jerks himself, stiffening further the more you play with him. You revel in the shaky breath your nails draw from him, nuzzling into his chest. The velvety scent of his cologne is faint now, but you breathe deep regardless - the smell of his bare skin and a subtle hint of his sweat was better than any bottled fragrance anyway.

He pulls his hand from between your legs to reach over to his bedside table, pulling out a bottle of lube. Both of you know you're slick enough to take him without it, but the slip of his lubed up dick gliding so easily in and out of you without stretching you with his fingers first was too much to resist.

A sound you love to hear, a soft gasp, leaves his lips when he drizzles some of the cold liquid onto the head his engorged cock, letting you spread it over him with your own fist before nudging you onto your side, forcing you to release your grip.

He is everywhere, surrounding you in every sense. A broad arm tucks under your waist, hugging you tight to his chest with a palm pressed flat between your breasts. His lips are on your cheek, tracing wet biting kisses down your neck. You turn to moan into his pillow just as his other hand snakes its way back between your thighs, pushing the plush flesh aside to rub broad circles over your soaked pussy.

"Gonna take me in now baby, open up for me." Arching your back, you expose your cunt to him from behind as his length ruts against you, lube spreading across your thighs. He fucks between the meat of them, grazing your pussy and nudging into your clit and his own palm with each thrust.

"Don't tease, Daddy," you whine, already so far gone you're ready to plead with him to just fuck you already.

"No teasin' baby, you've been so good for me. Gonna give it straight to you. Here it comes," and he feeds the tip of his cock into you, gently fucking you with his thick head. You push your hips back, slipping more of him into your wet heat, delighting in the feeling the stretch in your cunt and his ragged breath on the back of your neck. Slick dribbles out of you, coating him as he pushes in to the hilt.

"Ohhh, f- mm."

He holds you tighter when you moan, his front flush with your back. You're totally cocooned in his arms as he begins sliding his cock in and out of you with minute thrusts of his hips.

Being cuddled and fucked like this was your favorite. His hands could roam freely, stroking your belly, tugging at your nipples, sticking a finger in your mouth for you to suck on, all whilst his hips gently rocked into you, your pussy coating him, dripping wet slick all over him and making a mess between the two of you the longer it went on. And it could go on. Sometimes he would make you lie here for what felt like hours, talking and watching a movie as he painfully slowly fucked you, keeping himself hard for so long you feared it'd do damage. When he eventually came, it'd be an easy thing, a few quicker thrusts pulling him over the edge and spilling his cum inside you, painting you, filling you so full it'd leak out of you where he had you plugged. You loved those days.

This was not one of those days.

He starts snapping his hips quicker, thrusts still shallow as his fingers start to rub deliberate circles over your clit once again. Remembering your manners you stutter out a quick thank you Daddy when his fingers pick up the pace.

"Can't get enough of your daddy's cock, can you? It's all you want."

You make a noise, somewhere between a groan and a negative. After today you couldn't say it was. You'd seen the way he had looked at you, and the way that Joel had looked at you because of it. Whatever that was, you wanted it, and you were pretty sure Joel did too.

"No? You want other dicks in this pussy?"

Biting into the pillow, you nod, stifling another whine. You'd almost be ashamed that you'd been so obvious with it, flirting too brazenly in front of too many people, but you're too far gone to care.

"Fuck yeah, you do. My baby wants to be filled with so many cocks, don't she? Have 'em fuck you and then you come crawling back to me to kiss it better."

And that's it, that's the thing that sends you over.

"Oh fu-Daddy, D-Daddy, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come."

His cock slips further into you, stretching you out and dragging against every part of you as his fingers pull an orgasm from your twitching clit.

"That's it. You come thinking about all those cocks that are going to ruin this pretty little hole."

You do. The arms wrapped around you are Joel's, but you imagine the cock buried in you is anyone but. Faceless strangers, acquaintances, colleagues. You want it so badly that when your orgasm finally wanes, you let out a feeble sob, burying your face into the pillow once more.

He holds you tightly to him, grinding into you slow and deep, your pussy sloshing wetly around him with your release.

"It's okay," he coos as you shudder, crowding over you now to nuzzle into your cheek. "Don't hide from me. You're allowed to have a greedy little pussy baby. Daddy doesn't mind."

He cradles you to him, letting his cock rest inside of you as he strokes you all over, coaxing you down from your orgasm. When you come to, unfurling from the ball you'd tucked yourself into, dried streaks from a few unnoticed errant tears on your face, he starts to rock again, peppering your face with kisses. You let out a small laugh, feeling silly now that his words, those words, could make you come that quickly and that hard. But then he blindsides you with an offer you weren't expecting.

"How 'bout we find you someone to play with when Daddy's not around?"

You'd almost approached it before, the two of you dancing around the idea of there being someone else, another body, shared with you or taken separately. Joel had joked about other men fucking you, watching you suck their cocks, but you never knew if he was serious.

"How 'bout Andrew, huh? Bet you'd like his mouth here," he touches your neck, trailing two rough fingers down your torso, stopping at your breasts to tease and pinch your nipples. "And here."

His hands move lower and you close your eyes, imagining Andrew's mouth. You can practically fucking feel it - whisps of well groomed facial hair scratching at your delicate skin. Andrew had been so handsome - suave, funny, interested. You'd noticed how his eyes had been drawn to you, subtle flicks down your body, taking you in, as he tried to maintain an air of politeness, of respect for his boss and his girl. You wish he respected Joel a little less.

Joel's fingers finally meet your clit and you moan. "Here too."

"I'm- f- I'm so close again daddy," you whine, not ready for another one so soon.

"You gonna come on your daddy's cock thinkin' about Andrew filling you up?" You nod frantically, unable to hold back anything any more as your cunt pulses around his stiff length. "You are? Oh fuck, you are."

He's cuddling you again, holding you tight as he snaps his hips into yours. He's breathless when he next speaks to you, whispering filth into your ear.

"You'd look so pretty creamin' around his cock baby, just like you do for Daddy." The moan that leaves your mouth is something next to a cry, ready to sob at the idea of how good it'd feel to have Andrew touch you, to come back and tell Joel all about it, to snuggle into his arms, safe and warm and used.

You're lost in the daydream as Joel fucks you, talking you through it, pulling you deeper into the fantasy. You can't stop it any more, your entire body convulsing as you come yet again, the imagined flick of Andrew's tongue on your over sensitive clit being the thing that finally sends you flying.

"Uhh-A-Andrew."

"Fuck yeah that's it, say his name."

"Andrew, f-yes. Please, Andrew, please."

Joel tenses behind you, gripping you harder around the middle as he can't hold back, barely moving his hips at all. The thought alone had pushed him so close to the edge he's tumbling over it without warning, spurting heavily into your dripping pussy, coating your walls with his cum. "Oh fuck, shit, fuck I'm coming, ohhh fuck."

He holds you tighter for a long while, his cock throbbing and heavy inside you, breathing deeply as his thumbs gently stroke over your skin, soothing you now that your second orgasm had abated.

"Mm, I'm sorry baby. Looks like Daddy made a mess of you quicker than he expected, huh? You're just such a good girl for me." You preen at his praise. Even now you were his good girl, and you loved how wanting another man to fuck you could make him lose control so easily. It's all a dream, it's got to be.

Your vision is still blurred when he turns your head to face him, brushing his nose softly against yours. "Just love how greedy your pussy is, baby. How much you want her filled up."

"I want it, Daddy," you whine pathetically into his mouth. "Want to be filled up." By Andrew.

You didn't need to say the silent part out loud for Joel to know what you wanted. After all, if you wanted something, it was a sure fire bet that Joel Miller already wanted it too.

"I can ask him. If that's what you want," he says it softly, almost a whisper as he caresses the side of your face. His softening cock slips from you, cum gushing out with the release of pressure, flooding your thighs with a wet mix of lube and Joel's cum and your own release as you think of him again.

Him. Joel would ask him for you - the fantasy could become a reality.

"Are you... are you okay with that?" You search his eyes, trying to find any trace of uncertainty there. There's none, just burning hot fire, a need, that courses straight from him into you and back again.

"Wouldn't be offerin' if I weren't, darlin'. Besides," he grins at you. "Good girls get to go on playdates."

"Joel!"

"What?!"

"A playdate? Really?"

"Well, if you don't want it.."

You hit him, hand slapping playfully against his chest and he's suddenly rolling on top of you, growling as he scratches his beard against your neck. It tickles, and your feeble attempts to fight him off are made even weaker by the laugh bubbling in your belly.

Your face hurts from smiling and holding back laughter when he pulls back from the onslaught on your neck. He's marked you, of that you're sure, and of another thing too.

"I want it."

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[r4bbitmilk]

Am in the mood to yap right now so I'd like to express my feelings for Suo Hayato (because if I talk about about skr I fear I'll start feeling nauseous from excessive emotions again).

First off, my thoughts are no where as well-researched as those cooler fans who make analysis threads on Suo and his mysterious background and Chinese (probable?) origins and themes, but i do have lots of feelings for him, and one of those is cuteness aggression. You'd think the way i draw Nirei-kun like a fluffy sunny pomeranian made of cheese curls means I find him the cutest, and trust me he is definitely in my top 5 most squishable characters of all time, but the way Suo Hayato is simultaneously "the mature friend" and a disgustingly immature childish fool makes me want to squeeze him with two hands until some strange fluid bursts out of his eyepatched eye and I discover he was a slime monster disguised as a person this whole time.

Suo Hayato is obnoxiously adorable. He never gets his hands dirty, doesn't even let his closest friends see him eat or drink things that aren't water coffee or tea, and his fight style allows him to knock people out without so much as wrinkling his clothes. diva??? princess??? He's far worse, actually. He's a babygirl. I'm sure there's a reason for it, and I fear it'll be sad and depressing and possibly even painful to read, but for now it's hilarious. Like if I sneeze on him will he want to kill me? Would I see that rare glint of rage in his eyes if I wipe a cheetos dust finger on his crisp white changsan? So spicy

And then you get to the part where he cares sooo deeply about his friends. His patience to let skr figure out his emotions? The way he was out for blood when Nirei got hurt, and without hesitation said yes to training Nirei to become a (relatively) more capable fighter? All the times he'd lovingly smile at class 1-1's antics? I know what you are... fake idgafer....

Don't even get me started on the whole "let's climb the stairs to adulthood together" thing. Calling Kanuma immature? yea totally. Implying that he too is immature thus they gotta climb it together? hell yeah. That's probably not the right interpretation, but i find it silly. He is probably 100% capable of reigning in his emotions and being a sensible mature person, but the little shit-eating grin on his face tells me he finds that boring, so he'd rather make you so angry you mald and die.

And that's why i love Suo Hayato so much i want to fight him. No, I need to fight him. I love and respect and even resonate with his characterization so much that i feel the need to dig my fingernails into his flesh and unravel what else is hiding behind that smile that we only ever see crack when Tsugeura is annoying him. I need to see what else I can make Suo Hayato do or say if i rile up his emotions enough. I need to land a blow to his face that'll reveal what's under his stupid eyepatch.

Not to mention he's stupid beautiful. That's too many good things to say for one character. I need to beat his ass. All these strong emotions and he's not even my 3rd favorite character of the series. This windbreaker shit is insane.

[pumpkinstrawbrew]

💀_is this deviant enough for you, my dear? _💀

or jon makes some deliberate changes to his outfit, after catwoman said that he's not 'a real pervert'.

...

(i was re-reading all those 'crow vs 'cat issues recently, an' i gotta say i don't ever get tired of how much those two genuinely loathe one another. there is smth beautiful about one part of my otp pretty much having it out for a character, who is canonically supposed to be the 'main' love interest for the other part of my ship. internalized jealousy is delicious.

that's bit aside, i do find crane n' selina's antagonistic relationships pretty entertaining in the void as well. they are both petty n' tend to take a lot of things personally, while dehumanizing others with ease. looking at selina n' jon side by side, their hatred toward one another makes a lot of sense. they are similar in certain *smaller* ways. selina might have not crossed the line n' becoming a murder, but in few versions, it came very close to it. or even come to it. not to mention, that while her own motivations are different from crane's, she also driven by her bitter life experience, when it comes to how she sees others n' how she acts. at times, she'd be doing shitty things just bc she felt like it. her sociopathy is latent in most cases, but it is there.

but regardless of complexity of all those themes, this whole thing was born only bc i found it funny how out of all things, selina n' jon had an argument about who get offs on fear harder lol. n' then, bc of how the very moment catwoman hallucinated batman, jonathan was literally almost in her face lol. listening to all those things with rapt attention.

as result, i ended up thinking about what if crane took selina's comment a bit too seriously. i imagine, he was sitting there trying to study what makes 'pervented' n' 'sexy'. but in like very nerdy way. drawing diagrams an' all.

the scarecrow historically has no impressive man bossom or ass, so he has to be clever about it. expose some skin, but like 'naugthy' bits. it helps that the way his costume is structured, fabric will always poof up a bit. so even his semi-muscular man pecs n' narrow hips can work too. an' then it should be short too. v-cut. n' stockings? yeah, sure. the greatest detective would take it upon himself to figure out what they're cliping to. an' what else is hidden underneath.

i still stan by my belief that jonathan can only be seductive or sexy by pure accident. but it is fun to think about how far he can go, if he's challenged n' his pettyness is what drives him to go out of comfort zone.

in general, i love how different this version of jonathan's costume is compared to his other looks. it's still classic, but so colorful an' whimsical. i wish he wore it at least one time in front of batman in canon. like come on, let my dude live out his goth fantasy. n' let bruce have some fun on his usually hard n' grim job.)

[malenjoyer]

hey, rc, do you mind just posting this?

hi! for those who didnt see my retweet, my name's ruin/ruina. malenjoyer (the real one here) and i have been friends since 2019 thereabouts.

to jayce and people who continue to support him: there is no conspiracy or alt account. there is no "this is actually someone else posting and lying." i can pin point to several drawings of his that have come out of conversations or jokes with me; i can give you timeline stuff. i can give you all the damn proof you need to know jayce is lying. there have been instances of sharing batman media, like the rogues podcast, that came because of me and being gushy about scarecrow.

but i gotta piece to say and me saying it on my blog won't really make it to your ears so.

my friend rc is an amazing person. he really is.

he tries so hard to be a good person and he is. he is kind hearted and listens to people. he gives his friends everything he can and receives just as much love. he's an amazing friend; hes funny and intelligent as all get out. he is fun to be around and has the most insightful advice you can ask of anyone. he's passionate about his interests. he throws himself wholly into the things he loves and it is so beautiful to see. he truly genuinely is one of the most real people you will ever meet. and i am truly, truly blessed to have his friendship in my life.

and it makes me mad, jayce, that you have seen him as someone to use. that you have the audacity to take my friend's identity and pretend to be him. you cannot begin to comprehend the amazing kind of person rc actually is. just because an online figure has a very private life does not mean you have right to pretend to be him.

it's devastating to watch him hurt and try to figure out how to navigate being stalked and used; it infuriates me. and i gotta know: for what purpose? for clout?

hey, jayce and co, quick question:

who drew this? what characters are they?

no points for guessing! this is an unpublished malenjoyer commission/wip for me! *my* oc and her dad. that he made for me months ago.

in case youre curious! ^ theres what she looked like before i asked for revisions. while we were on call! i have no shame in posting my discord user but for HIS privacy, i will block his out. but know, its not you jayce.

because try as you might to convince people you're my friend, there is so much more proof that you're not him. rc wouldn't do this kinda shit.

do you know what integrity is, jayce? you should look it up and get some.

rc has a private life and to use his private life as a way to gain your own following/friends/whatever is awful. its cruel. its traumatising. its awful. you're a piece of shit. you're an absolute piece of shit and rc might be too nice to say fuck you but im not.

fuck you. leave him alone.

ily 😭😭😭 MY RIDE OR DIEE

[kitab00m101]

This is home

Names are so beautiful and strange. I never really understood what people ment when they said that their name was a part of who they were, or that it meant a lot to them. Maybe that was because at the time, my name was an obligation. I had no choice but to be (deadname), it was the word that my family attached to their love for me.

Now that I'm figuring out who I am, it seems like I have all the right reasons to dislike and hate my deadname, but I don't have that option. I'm not going to lie to myself and say that once I come out I'll never be called (deadname) again. I'm never going to feel nothing when I hear this name out and about, or when I see it at the top of my old drawings. In my case, it's always gonna be there, for the good and the bad, so I just gotta welcome it like a guest that's overstayed it's visit. You can pop by as many times as you want, but there are new residents living here. They are all aware that the lease is technically in your name, but this isn't your home, and we all know it.

Speaking of those new residents, I'm glad they moved in. There's a lot more of them since (deadname) moved out, but they all fit perfectly into this little chaotic home in their own ways.

Kathrine was an escape from (deadname) when I was younger. In my mind, Kathrine could be whatever it wanted to be, boy, girl, bird, everything outside and inbetween. In the house, Kathrine is the senior resident, who can still remember how unwelcoming these walls used to be, and so it helps give the place a homely warmth whenever it can.

Another resident that I hope stays long after (deadname) leaves is Saurus. I respond to it instantly, and it's been around since I was littler than little. I obviously went through a dinosaur phase that never really went away, so when I was a kid my family would call me (deadname)-a-saurus as a cute nickname, that eventually just became shortened to Saurus. The only reason that Kathrine is considered senior resident and not Saurus is because it was a nickname. It came to this home holding (deadname)'s hand, and despite protests, (deadname) has still refused to let go. I really hope Saurus can let go one day, and connect with the other names in here.

Running around are plenty of nicknames, and the residents still take care of them as a courtesy to (deadname). Some of them have even been taken out of (deadname)'s care permanently, and have been adopted by one or two of the residents. Little nicknames darting in and out of the rooms make this place feel more alive, more like home.

Finally, there's Erin.

It hasn't been living here for more than a couple months, I've only been called it once outloud, but it's my name. It's so close, yet so far from (deadname) that you could have them look at eachother and tell them it's a broken mirror. Despite Erin being the reason (deadname) is getting kicked out, it really liked this new name. It represents everything it couldn't be when I was younger. More masculine, nerdy and goofy, free to be itself despite everything around it. There's still a bittersweetness everytime Erin takes down an old photo of (deadname), but it doesn't mind. (Deadname) knows that it's imprint on this home will never truly leave, and Erin excepted that from the moment it moved in.

(Deadname) still stands at the door perpetually, leading everyone I love to continue thinking it's the only one who lives there. But if you really know me, if you take the time to let me feel comfortable enough to let you in, this home glows with warmth and love even in the hardest of times. If you really love me, one day you'll walk through that door and hug Erin tightly, and make this vital part of me feel loved outside these walls.

One day, I hope the lease is in Erin's name.

[ashs-cardboard-box]

Lost bets

~ Arthur Morgan/GN!Reader

~ Romantic

~ 872 words

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If there was one fact about you that stood above all, was that you were damn good at poker. Only getting better with time, and a few tricks from Hosea. TIme after time again, racking up money from people who wanted to try their hand with you.

This time, one of those people just so happened to be Arthur Morgan. You couldn’t deny he put up a good fight. Unfortunately, the both of you were far more intoxicated than you should’ve been. That one mistake led to stupid bets being made.

“I hate you..” Arthur grumbles as he pulls the brim of his hat down over his face to hide just how red he's getting. You, on the other hand, are enjoying his suffering immensely. Doubling over and clutching your sides, damn near tears due to his predicament.

“I really gotta do this..?” He asks hesitantly, to which you nod and force yourself to breathe, though still giggling as you eye Arthur up and down.

He looked deranged. Your bet was to put the loser into a dress for the day; nothing elegant. Just an old cyan, full-length dress the gang accidentally picked up a while ago. Doing all the normal chores one would've done anyway. 

His muddy boots peeking out underneath the hem of the dress. His broad chest almost unable to fit into where a pair of breasts are supposed to be, his lats causing the dyed fabric to stretch slightly. Unable to get his biceps through the sleeves, they just rest underneath his armpits. With one of his arms wrapped around his midsection awkwardly, his other hand holds his hat over his face. Not yet ready to leave your tent.

“C'mon, darlin', you look fineee..” You draw out teasingly, only making Arthur grumble in frustration. A broad grin plastered on your face as you step closer to Arthur.

“Here,” You say simply, removing his arm from covering his stomach, much to his surprise. Arthur lifts his hat curiously to look at what you're doing. His heart threatening to jump out of his chest as he watches you unfasten your leather belt and pull it free from your pants in one swift motion.

Without a second thought, you wrap the belt around Arthur's abdomen and lock it in place, with the idea that not only will it accentuate Arthur's waist and cause more embarrassment, but it'll hide a bit more of his shame should the dress try to fall down.

Arthur mutters something incomprehensible under his breath and looks away from you with a huff. Putting his hat back atop his head as you put your hands on his hips.

“Don't get used to it..” He cavils, stiffly reaching forward and resting his forearms on your shoulders, interlacing his fingers behind your head.

“I'll try not to.” You giggle, gawking at his figure one last time before straightening your posture and placing a small peck onto Arthur's lips before letting go of him entirely, much to his displeasure.

“I think you got chores to do, Morgan.” You tease, gesturing towards the entrance to your tent. He glares at you as if trying to say “I'll get you back for this” before he takes a deep breath to stone his nerves. Walking out of your tent with his head held high, as if it's entirely normal to see such a rugged man in a dress.

With you walking next to him, you watch as the other gang members stare at him in confusion before breaking out into fits of laughter. Arthur's cheeks flush a tinge of pink at their stares, but it's hard to deny how good it feels to see people happy again, even if it's at his own expense.

“Hey, Y/N! She your new woman?” John chortles as he looks between both you and Arthur. In a good spirited manner, you take Arthur's arm in your own and place his hand on your bicep, as you've seen the pricks in Saint Denis do with their woman.

“Damn straight. Ain't she just a beauty?” You retort with another fit of giggles. Arthur glares at you and John in silence. His brow furrowed yet his lips curved upwards into an amused smirk.

“I'll say.” John remarks sarcastically with a chuckle and a shake of his head. Finding it extremely amusing on how you even convinced Arthur to pull something like this.

“Think ya might look better than me, Arthur!” Molly jokes as she approaches the trio, only sparking more gang members to tease and mock the two of you.

“You'd make a hell of an ugly woman.” “Finally find your true form, blacklung?” “I ain't even gonna ask..” “Dutch's crazy spread to you too?” “This ain't got a damn thing to do with me.”

Comment after remark after mocking statement, all teasing the two of you for your drunken bet. Yet, at the end of the day, it's all in good fun. Arthur kept his promise and got you back after dark in your tent...much to the gang's dismay.

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Still working on my last request but this idea was stuck in my head

I hope the formatting is good 💀 wrote it on my phone

[collectingmuses]

The Last Boy Scout  (  1991  )  sentence  starters  taken  from  the  1991 action  movie.  Violence, self harm mention, and very harsh language TW. Feel free to change pronouns as needed. "__" spaces designate character names for you to add in.

"Nobody likes you. Everybody hates you. You're gonna lose. Smile, you fuck."

"I'm thinking about smoking some cigarettes."

"Wrong place, wrong time. Nothing personal."

"That's what you think. Last night I fucked your wife."

"It just happened, __."

"Bit late for a stroll, don't you think?"

"Coulda happened to anybody. It was an accident, right? You tripped, slipped on the floor and accidentally stuck your dick in my wife."

"I'm not your fuckin' son."

"You think you're so fuckin' cool, don't you?"

"All right, you want it in the chest, or the head?"

"I'm gonna dance a jig, I swear to Christ."

"Shut up, fuckface."

"I'm fuckface. He's asshole."

"Better give up, __. We're dealin' with a couple of geniuses here."

"Water is wet, the sky is blue, women have secrets."

"Yeah, that's what your wife said."

"What'd you do last night?"

"I seem to have dropped my cigarette. May I have another?"

"You touch me again, I'll kill ya."

"At least I liked the guy she was fuckin'. He was my best friend."

"All private detectives are scumbags."

"What are you, my father?"

"I wish that water wasn't wet, I wish the sky wasn't blue and I wish that I didn't still love my wife."

"Right now, I'm trying to figure out which one of you looks the most like my dick."

"__ attacks his job with a certain exuberance."

"He's still in a good mood, __. Kick him again."

"You know what? Fuck you, __. I was lonely!"

"Why don't you just go ahead and hit me?"

"So now you know my name?"

"I told you, if you ever touch me again, I'll kill you."

"Can we do a formal introduction here?"

"Who gives a fuck? You're the bad guy, right?"

"I am the bad guy."

"I'm supposed to be trembling with fear, something like that?"

"Yeah, I believe in love; I also believe in cancer."

"I figure you gotta be the dumbest guy in the world, __."

"Where are you goin'?"

"Okay, what would __ do at a time like this? He'd kill everybody and smoke some cigarettes."

"If you go any faster we're gonna travel back in time."

"You know, for a dancer, he is one hell of a detective."

"This the only kind of music they play in this joint?"

"What, is everybody stupid around here?"

"__, how long have we been friends?"

"You still want the job?"

"500 bucks is 500 bucks."

"You wanna be left alone, don't you? I'll be in the kitchen, over here."

"Good morning, gentlemen. Is there a problem?"

"Too risky, I might start thinkin' about you and slash my wrists."

"Wow, an actual house. I was thinking a cave with… skulls and shit."

"Be prepared, son. That's my motto. Be prepared."

"Oh, you're a lot of fun to be with."

"Go buy yourself a new pair of pants."

"Looks like our evidence got blown up. I think we might have to get some more."

"Just won't let go, huh? You're like a dog with a frisbee."

"Push this vile fuck off the road, man!"

"I've got bad news and bad news."

"Give me the bad news first."

"Since it's the '90s, you don't just smack a guy in the face. You say something cool first."

"I'm drawing them a picture."

"It's called a vocabulary. You got one of those?"

"Sorry, my subscription to JUGGS magazine ran out."

"Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Hey, that's not funny, man. I almost bought it there!"

"Tragic loss to the art world, let me tell ya."

"Hey flash, rescue attempt?"

"You got friends? When did this happen?"

"Okay, now that's not polite."

"You're a real bastard, ya know that, __?"

"This ain't no game, flash. Real guns, real bullets. It's dangerous."

"Danger's my middle name."

"She gets evidence to use against 'em, right?"

"What I'm going to do is count to three. Then I'm going to put a bullet in that door."

"The truth is a beautiful thing."

"If I were a cat, I'd purrrrrr."

"Hi, you're nobody."

"Shhh, don't tell anyone."

"Do you want to get kicked off the planet?"

"Water's wet, sky's blue...and ol' Satan Claws, __, he's out there and he's just getting stronger."

[prettyluvvluminah]

One Last Voyage: PART 1

Pairing: Pirate!EddieMunson X Siren!Reader

Summary: Whilst Eddie and his fellow pirates are on a quest, one by one, members of his crew start to go missing. Eddie is adamant to find the culprit, whatever it takes! What happens when he falls in love…with the one who caused all of it?

Warnings: Murder, drinking, eating flesh (?)

AN: once again I have no clue about pirates so I googled them but it could very well be wrong😭

One Last Voyage Masterlist

Part 1

“What did you just say?” Eddie growled.

“They’re gone Captain.” Eddies trusty sidekick, Dustin repeated. He continued on “We only found Benjamin’s body, it was horrible, Captain. He must of been attacked or something, no sign of the others.”

Eddie furrowed his brows and turned his head to face Dustin. “Attacked? By what?”

“I don’t know Captain, must have been a shark or something…” Dustin paused, then squinted his eyes, he was deep in thought “although whatever it was definitely had claws, and last time I checked sharks don’t have those.”

“Huh…” Eddie nodded his head once and lightly bit his bottom lip, thinking. “Well, whatever it was we have to find it. It can’t just kill our men and get away with it.”

Eddie turnt around and faced the remaining crew members. “We sail at dawn!”

A crowd of rowdy crew mates burst into cheers, then “Ay Ay Captain!”

Eddie swung his body around and made his way into the quarterdeck. He sat down in his chair, laying back and staring up at the ceiling. Who killed them? Why? His head was racing with unanswered questions. Will they come after us now? No, surely not. It was probably an animal!

Eddie laid his head back and relaxed, eyes fluttering closed letting him enter into an eternal dreamland.

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You could see it in the distance. The imposing figure of the pirate ship loomed of the otherwise empty void of the ocean. The enormous sails bulging with the force of the cold breeze. A group of clearly drunk pirates danced and paraded around the deck, not a care in the world. The rhythmic sounds of pirate shanties, songs of the sea, echoed through the wooden pirate ship as the crew sang all in unison.

You were ready. Oh, you were so ready. But it was not time. Only when the sky dims and the moon rises, will you attack.

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Hours passed, it was time. The vast horizon of the midnight sky stretched out before you. Littered with twinkling stars and the glowing moonlight, illuminating the sea of water beneath it. You swam slowly, making you way around the ship when you eyes fixated on your next victim.

The pirate sat on the deck, transfixed by the beauty of the oceans vast expanse below him.

The siren crept closer to the ship, your eyes fixed on the lonesome pirate. As you approached, you sang your haunting melody, your voice drawing the pirates attention to your captivating glow.

Your haunting melody echoed through the still of the night, drawing the pirate closer and closer. Your clear, piercing voice beckoned the pirate towards you, as you pressed yourself against the side of the ship. The pirate stood frozen, caught in your spell as you sang your seductive voice straight into his heart.

When he was close enough, you grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the body of water which you called your home. You bit a large chunk from his neck and spat it back out, letting it float and then slowly sink. Holding his limp body, you look into his cold, dead eyes.

In one swift movement you throw his body back onto the ship, and leave. You want to leave him as a warning. Hopefully now these pirates will realise. Realise, just exactly what you will do to each and every one of them if they don’t leave your land alone.

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“Captain! Captain!” One of the crew mates begin, banging on The Captains door.

Eddie let’s put a deep sigh and rolls his eyes. What has a man gotta do to have some peace? He just wanted a nap!

He forced himself to get up, dragging his body over to the door. “Dustin I swear someone better be dead.” As he swung open the door to reveal the face of his right hand man, Dustin. Not one ounce of amusement evident.

“Captain…Michael’s Dead.”

Eddie had nothing to say. God, why did he have to make that joke? Especially now!

“What the hell happened?”

“Gareth found him this morning, right outside on the deck. A chunk was missing out his neck.”

“Show me.”

Dustin lead the captain over to the body of their friend. A small crowd had gathered around Michael’s corpse. Eddie pushed his way through the others and ended up right in front of the body.

The captains heart raced and he froze in horror. Eddies heart sank as he realised his friend was gone. Another victim of the unknown.

“Jesus H Christ!” A surge of anger rumbled over Eddie. He looked over at his remaining crew mates. What once was 10 of his closest friends and fellow pirates, was now 6. This mysterious creature that keeps killing of his team, had now killed 4 of his people. What if It attacked again? No. He wouldn’t let it happen.

Eddie vowed that whatever it was that is eliminating his own, will pay. No matter what, he will protect his people. The dead will be avenged. He will make sure of it.

Once again if you see any mistakes pleaseee tell me so I can fix them💕

I know this is short but I wanted to put it out anyway😭

[pillow-priestess]

Entrancing Yarrow, Trancing Hal

/cw consensual hypnosis via flowers written for #bunbothypnovember 2024, Day 19: Flowers!

"Okay, Hal! You can open your eyes!"

Hal did, and gasped. Yarrow had completely covered the wall of their apartment in flowers, a giant myriad of beautiful colors and shapes that filled the apartment with a sweet smell, delighting the butch sphinx's nose.

Hal's eyes kept flicking to different points of the vivid display, trying and failing to count them all. She recognized a few of her favorite flowers, but most of these she couldn't even name! Her dryad girlfriend stepped around her, sporting a thorny smile. "See? Told you it'd be a surprise~!"

Finally, Hal had to blink, and her eyes settled back on her partner. "Wow… you weren't kidding, Yarrow! You really went all out! Were you just in the mood to redecorate, or..?"

Yarrow's grin widened, with something hungry behind its eyes. "Not exactly, darling. All this is a treat for you~ See, I know you've been interested in hypnosis for a while. But you say you've never managed to drop yet?"

Hal nodded, not sure where this was going. "Uh, yeah? None of those online videos seem to do the trick. Kinda having trouble believing I can be dropped at all at this point. …why?"

Yarrow stepped between Hal and the wall, its hands on her cheeks, making her look it right in the eyes. "Well! I figure if anything can fix that, it's gotta be me! So you're gonna be a good girl for me and do exactly what I tell you, understand?"

Hal's eyes widened, and she hesitantly nodded. "S-sure! Worth a try, babe!" Her lion's tail flicked, and her wings fluttered a little. Hal wasn't sure if this would work… but she owed it to her girlfriend to try!

"Good! Great start already, Hal!" The dryad reached into a pocket, pulling out a minty green leaf, coated in a strange clear sap. "The first thing you'll do is put this on your tongue. Don't swallow it, just suck and taste. Understand?"

Hal's eyebrow raised, but she complied. She was no stranger to the sweet treats Yarrow liked to synthesize. The leaf settled on her tongue, and it was hard not to moan at the savory taste. Yarrow smirked, one hand rubbing and scritching at Hal's fuzzy ears. "Good girl! If you're wondering, that sap is a mild suggestive. It'll make this a lot easier…"

It circled behind its partner, hands moving under its wings to massage at the base. "Look at the flowers, Hal. Aren't they pretty?"

Mouth full of tasty sap, Hal nodded. The moment Yarrow left her sight, the colors of the wall seemed to glow and fill her vision completely. She breathed in deep, taking in the beautiful display crafted just for her.

"That's right. So many pretty blossoms, all for you. Focus on one, Hal."

Normally, such a command would be impossible. There were so many that it felt like they blurred together, overlapping and shifting their petals. But somehow she was able to focus on just one flower, a pretty spot of white in the middle of a rainbow. It seemed to bloom just for her, drawing her in. That pretty little white flower opened and closed for Hal, and began to slide up and down over the rest. She could barely process Yarrow's voice, but it still wormed into her mind.

"It's so cute, isn't it? Such a little thing, unique in a sea of colors. It's captured you, Hal. You can't look away."

Yarrow's massage deepened, smoothing out all the tension in Hal's back that she didn't even know she was carrying. Its hands started to move up to her head, pressing in behind her ears rhythmically, matching the movement of the little flower. Hal's eyelids began to droop, but she kept her focus.

"Good. Just keep watching, keep tasting, keep feeling. You're captured, Hal. You're hypnotized. You're mine."

The flower started to move down. Or maybe all the others were moving up? Either way, Hal felt like she was falling with it, even as she stood stock still.

"Good girl. Drop."

She did.

.....

"Up up up, Hal. Good girl…"

As Hal came to, she found herself in their apartments comfiest chair, Yarrow sitting in her lap and braiding flowers into her hair. "There you are! How do you feel, honey? You were perfect for me!"

The sphinx blinked several times, smacking her lips. The savory leaf was no longer in her mouth, but she could still faintly taste it. "I… wow. That was hypnosis? I can barely remember it… but fuck, I think that felt really good!" She smiled wide, gazing gratefully at her beloved dryad. "Thank you, Yarrow! I can't believe that worked, thank you so much!!"

Yarrow giggled, giving Hal some more scritches. "Of course, darling! I'm so proud of you for listening to me, it was wonderful for me as well! I- eep!!!"

Hal pulled her girlfriend in for a kiss, squeezing her tight in thanks.

"Hehe… aww, good girl, Hal… just one more thing for me, okay?"

Hal let go of Yarrow, smiling and nodding happily. It put its hand on her chin, guiding her to look into its other palm, where a little white flower opened its petals wide.

"Hal, Bloom."

Hal dropped again, still smiling.

[rc-writes]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐰

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 | 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 || 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤

pairings: jj maybank x reader

warnings: none that i’m aware of

a/n: this is a bit different then what a have been writing, but the idea popped into my head and i just had to write it down. this may or may not just be a writer insert tho lol. i feel like i’m allowed to do that at least once lol. but anyways, i hope you all like this!

Spring was a beautiful time of year on the island. Garden flowers and wildflowers alike all began to bloom painting the town in a rainbow of colors. And while it was very pretty, most people in the Outer Banks on weeks like this could not wait for summer to fully hit so they could go swimming without having to freeze. While the air was getting warmer the water seemed to stay at the same freezing temperature. The spring air made it too hot to wear a nice hoodie, but too cold to jump in a pool.

You on the other hand could not have been more grateful for the cool temperature.

Less than a month ago a local restaurant on the higher society part of the island put out an ad looking for artists willing to paint a mural on the side of their building. It was to be a paid deal and they would throw in a few free meals. Normally many more known artists would jump at the chance to have their art featured on such a well known establishment, but the very short timeframe of two weeks deterred many away. It normally takes a while to come up with an idea good enough for such a big project. And it takes just as long to actually paint said idea.

And while the strict time restraints deterred many away, the offer of money and free food brought you in. That was why you were currently halfway up a ladder, paintbrush in hand, after coming up with a design two hours ago. The design in question being a giant version of the restaurant’s menu with a little painting of each dish next to its name.

“I'm all for defacing public property and all that, but I gotta say that is a weird way of doing it.” A voice from below suddenly called out making you jump and nearly drop your brush.

“What?” You called out, currently trying to catch your breath from being spooked. When you looked down you were met with blonde hair and blue eyes. Now you might have been catching your breath for a different reason.

“Most people just use spray paint if they want to cover the side of some building.” Oh he thinks you’re vandalizing or something.

“Oh, no. I’m actually getting paid to do this.” You correct the guy.

The blonde’s eyes looked around on the wall and spotted very purposeful sketch marks. “Yeah, yeah that makes more sense.”

“I don't think most people would want to spend all day on a ladder painting an entire wall without getting paid.” You joked.

“Definitely not with all those details and stuff. Possibly without the ladder part many would without a second thought if they were just using spray paint. Not that I have much experience with that.” The way he said the last sentence made you think he did in fact have much experience with it. “Anyways, how long have you been at this?”

You pulled your phone out of your back pocket to see what the time was. “About two hours-ish.”

The blonde shook his head in disbelief. “You did all of this in two hours?”

You shrugged, “The building already has a flat color on it, so I only had to mark out where I want to paint and what I want to paint in thin lines of white. It’s a fairly easy design so it didn’t take much effort.”

The blonde looked at you like you were crazy. What do you mean it didn’t take much effort? You drew an entire outline of the place’s full menu in two hours! Never in a million years could he have understood how anyone had enough talent to do anything besides draw a few stick figures.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that, that looks easy.” You laughed at this. “But how long do you have to finish the whole thing?”

“Two weeks.” You sighed, nerves setting in when you remembered again just how quickly you have to do this.

“Only two weeks? To paint an entire wall? Man, rich people are just plain weird.” He then remembered that school was still in and you looked about his age. “Wait, don’t you have school or something?”

“Yep, but I moved a grade ahead so I only have to go half a day now.” You replied. “So I’ll spend half a day in school and the other half here working on this.”

So you were smart and talented, were you sure you were even human at this point?

“Can I help then? You know, to speed up the process?” He had absolutely no artistic ability but the offer just kinda slipped out.

You were taken back by the sudden offer. Why would anyone want to spend hours on end just painting the same wall if they’ve never had any interest in art. Which from how taken back the blonde was by the whole ordeal you assumed he didn’t know much about painting.

“Well,” You began after taking a moment to think. “Considering I'm getting paid to do this and kinda need all the money I can get, I'm going to have to decline the offer.” It was true, you did need the money.

“Oh I'll do it for free.” Normally those words were only reserved for doing something stupid shit like jumping off of something but now he found himself wanting to spend more time with you.

“You’d really want to help?” You questioned. “Have you ever even painted anything before?”

“Well no,” He admitted. “But really, how hard can it be? Since you already have the outlines it's just like coloring in a coloring book, right? Just stay within the lines.”

You laughed at the naivety but decided to give him a chance anyway. Worst case scenario you just have to go over what he did. And even if that had to happen you still potentially made a new friend.

Over the hour the two of you talked about any topic that came to mind. You found out each other’s names, that you both grew up in The Cut, you had dreams of making a living making art, JJ was more of a “living in the moment type of guy” so he didn’t have a big dream as of the moment, you both had the same mindset to go wherever there was free food offered, etc.

By the end of the hour JJ decided that the little area he was working on was as good as it was going to get and looked up to see what progress you had made. Any and all confidence in what he did went out the window once he saw what you were working on. You didn’t think what you had painted was much of anything but in his eyes, it was absolutely amazing.

“How the hell did you get yours to look like that!?”

“My entire life’s worth of practice.” You laughed.

“Yeah, that's just a little bit more time that I have.”

“Just a little?” You questioned.

“Wow, that obvious?”

“Well…” You noticed that the chicken he was supposed to be painting didn’t exactly look like a chicken. “Just a little.” The both of you burst into a fit of laughter at this.

“Well anyways I should probably get going.” JJ spoke up once the laughter between you two died down. “Sorry for wasting your paint on this… uh, abstract chicken.”

“Oh don't worry, it's not mine. The owner had all of this paint and more just sitting in the back room from when they thought they could paint this themselves. They said it's all free game for me to use and that they'll get more later if needed. Well actually that very last part depends entirely on how they like this.”

“Well If they see even half of what I can see I’m sure they'll love it.” The both of you held similar shy smiles at this. “Anyway, I'm glad I got to talk to you before you go all kook with your paintings in those fancy museums in the mainland. Remember who ‘helped’ you paint your first wall when you're rich and famous!” The last line was yelled out as JJ made his way down the street.

You only hoped for one of those things to be true. Having your art hung up where so many people could see was a dream, but you hoped to see JJ again long before that became a possibility.

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

[Corrupted Anon]

Hold up— Ale, Rudy, Sham marriage, belt pulling, pegging… 🙂😐😏 ohhh~~ I have been inspired and fed. It’s 12:30am so it may not make sense.

Stoic!Reader again~ Until people want me to change it ofc. (p.s 141 are or aren’t already in a sexual relationship with stoic!reader, up to your minds) personally for me they are bc I’m a whore, but again up to anyone’s mind.

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Well, well, well.

Stoic!Reader and 141 are working along Los Vaqueros once again. Of course this time the op was a bit— well, say to the least, odd. The mission was simple a quick in-and-out(*cackles*) grab and secure the target and those who maybe carrying vital information but that catch was, in order to access entry of said objective, married couples only.

And let’s say they don’t enjoy the fact Ale and Rudy are married because odd reasons, they need a feminine figure.

That’s where you come in. (literally)

Posing as the soft, delicate and beautiful significant other of both Ale and Rudy, recently married. Of course they let you into the establishment but unfortunately infidelity women took one look at your husbands and started to swarm them the moment you had spotted the target.

After securing the target and waiting for 141 to go and fetch said target, you couldn’t help get a dark feeling within you as you watch your ‘husbands’ get attacked with flirtatious women.

So as a good spouse, you march your way down the stairs, pushing against those skanks, I mean ladies, grab Ale and Rudy by their belts and lead them towards the bedroom you three were given.

Throwing away the radio to the side since the mission was already a success, you push both men onto the bed, not caring about their confused yet scared looks they give one another. Searching through your bags and draws you found it, your instruments of punishment.

Sauntering towards Ale and Rudy, you set off rules and safe-words. (Don’t have to read this part but for most, consent is sexy, pls dont block me)

Grabbing Ale by his belt you draw him in, his back towards your frame, the noise of his belt being undone and zipper being opened makes Rudy’s body tense as he watches his husband being undressed in front of him. It’s for the mission you would purr at them but in their shocked and growing horny-ness they silently agree as Ale is fully undressed.

His throbbing cock already turning a bright red from the situation you’ve put them in. Your hand clasped against his fleshy appendage and start to stroke him, soft wisps of whimpers leaving his lips before letting out a load moan as you squeeze his cock hard at the base, your voice sultry and demanding as you tell him to look at Rudy. “Don’t let your eyes leave your husband, not polite to ignore him, is it?”

Ale meekly gives a nod before you return to stroking his cock in your hands, watching Rudy slowly palm himself while watching you touch his beloved Ale, making them both slowly turn putty in your hands.

Your other hand already working its way to Ale’s rim, covered with lube that you’ve prepared out, stretching and toying to make sure the rubber toy could slide in.

You watch as Ale’s legs tremble as you increase your pace, stroking him faster and squeezing him harder while adding another finger inside his ass. His hand landing on top of your head as he tries to keep himself upright, the pleasure already bearing him to his first climax, his eyes still on Rudy who matches your pace with his fist on his own cock.

You watch both men unfold before you. Their cum flying onto the floor, their bodies and the bed.

Well shit. Perhaps the three of you need to do what sham throuples do, gotta make it believable, right?🫢

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