#if it ain’t like this i don’t want it

[boreal-sea]

Nope. You’ve missed the point of this post and you’re clutching your pearls.

I don’t give a fuck what you romanticize in your fanfic. The word “romanticize” is basically meaningless here anyway. What does it mean? Depends on who you ask.

My impression is that a “non-romanticized” rape scene in a fic would be one where the reader is supposed to feel horror and revulsion the whole time.

That ain’t what I do when I write noncon.

When I write a noncon fic with rape in it, I’m getting off to it. You’re supposed to LIKE IT. I want my readers to be aroused by it. The rape is the sexy part. The trauma and violence and control is the sexy part. It’s catharsis. You’re supposed to be turned on and masturbating. If you aren’t, then my fic ain’t for you.

Next…

If you are seeing 10 year olds in a space YOU think they shouldn’t be because YOU think there is content in that space that YOU think they are not ready to understand it critically, and you think that for some reason YOU, a total stranger, bear responsibly for that child’s media consumption, then I guess you can report them to the site admin or contact that child’s parents or something.

But don’t go around telling adults on an adult website (like Ao3) they have to fucking censor themselves on the off chance a child might lie to register for the site and then read their fic.

I'm a fandom oldie and a strong proponent of "ship and let ship", and I defend everyone else's right to ship what they love... But I think that gives people the idea that I like, automatically love every single ship??? Or every single trope?

I don't though!

There are a lot of fandom tropes that are on my "absolutely fuck no" list. There are a lot of irk kinks that are also on my "nope absolutely not" list, too. Personally, this is healthy. I'm able to look at something and go "Yep, I hate it, but it's not harming anyone, so continue to do as you please."

[moody-alcoholic]

✨Freaky Friday✨

It's just filthy fucking porn from the start. Johnny being a little brat and a glutton for punishment after he pissed Simon off. Meanwhile reader is trying to keep it together.

Summary: poly141 x reader, but it's just Simon, Johnny and John. WC: 1.7k CW:+18 content MDNI. Sex, PiV sex, voyeurism, handjob, orgasm denial, dom/sub dynamics, fingering, gag.

Second part of this, because it really needed a second part.

Enjoy ya filthy animals <3

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Johnny has the biggest grin on his face when he walks into John’s office. He already has his hand down his pants before he’s even sat down. His other hand gripping the papers John asked him to fix. You look down at John, your hands are round the back of his neck, you feel him twitch inside you. Johnny took a while to get here and John has just been letting you tease yourself on him while he mutters over paperwork.

Johnny sits down putting the papers on the desk. You hear his belt click and you move to get off John, but he stops you, you moan as your clit brushes his stomach. 

“You pissed Simon off.” John says as you clench around him burying your face into his neck, the brief contact with your clit makes you shiver.

“I made a joke, you know what he’s like.” Johnny says. John sighs his hands coming down to your hips. You think maybe now he wants you to get off him but instead he holds you in place. You pull your face out from his neck, he looks up at you with a shine in his eyes. 

“Made you run laps didn’t he?” John asks you, you nod holding back the moan as John lifts you up gently then lets you sink back down on him. With all the teasing you’ve been doing to yourself, you have to clench to keep yourself from coming. 

“John-” You breathe into his ear as you take over from his hands bucking your hips up and down. 

“No touching sergeant. I don’t think you’ve quite learned your lesson.” You sneak a look behind you to see Johnny with his fist wrapped around his cock. 

There’s a knock at the door, you stop moving, a chill runs up your spine.

“Don’t stop.” John purrs in your ear. He calls whoever is at the door in. You’re not even paying attention, it feels too good, rocking your hips back and forth on John. 

“Look at you Johnny. All pent up.” It’s Simon’s voice you turn slightly to see him moving over to Johnny. 

“Aye, Cap’s keeping her all to himself.” Johnny says, there's a strain in his voice. You hear Simon chuckle. John’s hands push your hips down on him holding you in place.

“Want to turn around? I think you’ll enjoy this.” He asks. You nod, even though you’re not quite sure what is going to happen. You step off him and turn around, Simon turns to see you and lends over the table to plant a kiss on your lips. John’s hand comes up your back, you thought you were going to sit back down on him but he gently bends you over the desk.

His fingers brush your clit then press against your entrance. Simon breaks away from the kiss and turns to Johnny. 

“Hands. Off.” He says as he reaches over gripping Johnny’s cock with his gloved hand. Johnny moans, shuffling in the chair. John presses his fingers into you. You reach out gripping the edge of the desk. 

“At least let me watch.” Johnny asks. You look up to watch Simon move to the side so Johnny can see you bent over the desk with John thrusting his fingers into you. 

“Christ, you’re a sight ain’t you, lass.” Johnny says, leaning back in the chair. You don’t know how to respond, John’s other hand has worked its way to your clit. His fingers rub tight circles in time with his fingers pressing inside you. 

“Is this what I get for running my mouth?” Johnny asks squirming in the chair. Simon stops shaking his head. 

“That mouth of yours is nothing but trouble.” You watch as Simon takes the glove off his hand, Johnny’s eyes following Simon's hands.

"Thought you liked this mouth of mine." Johnny winks at him. 

“Open.” Simon says cupping his chin. Johnny obeys and Simon pushes the glove in his mouth. “There, maybe we’ll get some peace and quiet now.” You hear John chuckle behind you as Simon goes back to pumping Johnny’s cock with his hand. John speeds up and you moan, tightening around his fingers. 

“You close love?” You hear John ask as you start squirming on the desk, you nod. 

“What about you sergeant?” You look over at Johnny trying to keep still in the chair, his knuckles turning white as he grips the seat. He nods frantically, you look up at Simon, you can’t see his expression at all but you can tell by the way he’s moving his hand he’s enjoying this. 

“John-” You call, your fingers gripping the desk tighter. 

“Go on love, cum for us.” You moan out as you let go, pulsing round John’s fingers as he rides you through the orgasm. You look over at Johnny his head tipped back like he’s about to cum too, but Simon stops removing his hand. Johnny lets out a frustrated groan as you watch his cock twitch against his stomach. He looks up at Simon with wide pleading eyes. 

“What’s the matter Johnny?” Simon says moving his hand back down, he runs his thumb over the tip. Johnny moans, squeezing his eyes closed. You watch him as Simon teases him, each time he looks like he’s going to spill over the edge he moves his hand away.

You feel John replace his fingers with the head of his cock. John bends down and you turn your head so he can kiss your cheek. 

“You ready, love?” He asks. You nod. “C’mon use your words.” 

“Yes sir.” You say turning to kiss him. 

“Good girl.” He says as he presses into you. You moan loud, your mouth hanging open as he stretches you out. You hear Johnny’s muffled moan and you look up at him. It almost looks like there’s sweat building up on his forehead.

John lets out a satisfied groan as his hands run up your back. “You’re missing out.” John says as he thrusts his hips. “She’s so tight, practically sucking me in.” You watch as Johnny squeezes his eyes closed, you hear a dark chuckle from Simon. 

“Maybe now you’ll learn not to fuck with your superiors, huh?” Simon asks but Johnny doesn’t even moan in reply, his eyes still closed. Simon stops his hand and Johnny’s eyes immediately snap open. He grumbles, you can tell he’s trying to say something. You almost want to tell Simon to stop being mean, but then again, he did make you run all those laps. 

“Aww, c’mon Johnny, you can handle a little more.” Simon says, starting to move his hand again. John’s hands move to your hips, gripping the soft skin. You relax onto the table for him, arching your back so he can hit the soft spongy spot inside you easier. 

“Tell him how it feels.” John says, running his hands up your side. You look up at Johnny who looks like he can barely keep it together. You can barely keep it together the sound of Johnny’s moans and John slapping into you ringing in your ears. 

“Don’t get shy now.” Simon says his free hand reaching over to stroke your cheek. 

“Feels. Good.” You manage to say looking up at him. Johnny’s eyes meet you, you can see him biting down hard on the glove in his mouth, humming as Simon keeps pumping his cock.

“See what you’re missing out on Johnny.” Simon says letting go of your cheek and turning back to Johnny. “See how pretty she looks, you could've had all of that.” 

Johnny’s eyes are wide, you can’t help smiling at him. One of John’s hands reaches under to press on your clit, his other hand pushing down on the small of your back. You’re fighting with him to keep your body straight, it doesn’t help as vibrations pulse through you with each pump of his hips. 

You’re trying to keep eye contact with Johnny but it’s getting harder, your body starts to squirm under John’s grip. 

“John, I-I’m close.” 

“Yeah you are love, nice and tight round my cock, taking every inch of me.” John says, his voice grumbling as he drives into you faster, his fingers pressing hard against your clit.

“Yes sir, anything for you.” You say, your cheek is pressed against the desk.

“What do you think, lieutenant, put him out of his misery?” John asks, you look over to see Johnny nodding frantically, panting and moaning. It sounds like he’s trying to talk again, you don’t know why that makes your pussy tingle. 

“Think he's learned his lesson.” Simon says, his voice low. You smile at him, you can’t hold back any longer, tipping your head back and closing your eyes as you cum. John cums too, throbbing inside you as he rides you through another orgasm. When you open your eyes you see Johnny cum, pale seed spilling over Simon's hand. 

You’re surprised he managed to keep the glove in his mouth. You’re used to Johnny being so vocal when he comes, this is a stark difference. You feel John pull out of you and sit back down on his chair. You move your hands to press yourself off the desk. 

Simon takes the glove out Johnny’s mouth moving his other cum covered hand up to Johnny’s mouth pressing his fingers past his lips. You stand up watching Johnny lick Simon’s hand clean. John reaches over gripping your hips and pulling your trousers back up. Simon pulls his hand out of Johnny’s mouth whipping the saliva on his thigh. 

Johnny is leaning back in the chair with a grin on his face watching Simon walk round the other side of the desk to you. Simon’s arm comes round your waist pulling you against him. 

“C’mon, let's leave Price to finish his paperwork in peace. He’ll be here all night if we keep distracting him.” He says, you look up at him and he plants a kiss on your lips. You hum into his mouth, feeling his tongue press against yours.

He breaks from the kiss first and you both look over at Johnny tucking himself back into his pants. 

“Same time tomorrow then LT?” He says as he stands up. You let out a sigh, Johnny winks at you and you hear John chuckling behind you. 

“Please don’t make us run laps tomorrow.” You plead with Simon, after today you don’t know if your legs can take it. 

“No, no. I have something better in mind.” He says as he leads you out of John's office.

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[goaskangel]

making a movie with shiu + toji !! part one

cw : pure smut, toji n shiu being total pervs, recording, slapping, extremely gross

you couldn’t understand what they had in common. they got along so well but you still find it hard to believe that shiu kong and toji fushiguro would hang out with each other on purpose. let alone work together as managers. shiu being so work focused and smooth. toji being aggressive and competitive, but they were both cocky. constantly cackling at their inside jokes and whistling at the women passing by on their matching breaks, it’s surprising they actually got work done. 

absolutely no shame behind their sly eyes when they flirt with you, the woman they hired. after befriending you, the small line they, unusually, didn’t cross was practically nonexistent. toji would twirl your hair mid conversation at the front, empty counter at work. shiu casually sliiiiding behind you at the tight space in the staff-only back, hands on hips. 

treating you so so nice by driving you around, giving you the extra bonus just ‘cause, taking you out for drinks. they like that especially, seeing you get super bubbly. soo dizzy, you most definitely won’t notice the bulge in shiu’s pants, or how toji has to readjust himself through his sweats.

so when you find yourself in bed, massaging your dull cunt with your vibe, unable to get anywhere near close, you scroll through your phone, getting bored of whichever social you were on but jumping slightly when your phone vibrates. 

the screen delays by a few before you read ‘mr. manager #2.’

mmm, toji. 

you sit up and answer the call, “hi, what’s up?”

“hey, sweets. me and kong thought we should stop by.”

huh? stop by? “why? did i leave something in his car again?”

it sounds like he laughs away from his phone, “no, no. not again. was wonderin’ if you wanted to do the thing you always wanted.”

the hell is he talking about? “what thing?” 

“about making a movie.” 

right, okay. “...when did i say that?” you held your phone with both hands.

“aw, she doesn’t remember. at the bar. told me and kong you’ve always wanted to.”

there’s no way, you think to yourself. no way you could’ve gotten so drunk that you can’t remember what you said to your managers. what else could you have told them?

“you there, honey?” 

“yeah, yeah.” you get up, pushing your things in the bedside drawer and hastily pulling your shorts up. 

“mhm, right then. we’re pulling up. don’t fall asleep on us now.” he says bye, followed by the sound of a car drifting. you stare at the screen for a while, walking to the front near the door. it hit you, toji and shiu are coming over to your place to make a movie. straight up admitting to wanting to record fucking their employee. 

the doorknob rattles before being properly knocked on, how long had you been standing and day-dreaming for? you walk to the door and open it.

greeted with dressed down, casual men. toji slightly taller, more buff considering he was wearing a very nice tank and his beefy arms were out. shiu dressed a little more appropriately, but still incredibly good looking. a big black camera in his right hand. you’re too distracted to notice it first until it snaps a picture right at your face,

“pretty, pretty. we’ll see how ya look after we’re done with you, huh, doll?” 

“you know i don’t even remember saying anything.”

“lemme remind you then,” toji says, walking past you inside to the living room, shiu following. you sigh at their intrusion before closing and locking the door behind you. 

“hmmm, ya mentioned it a few times. ‘i’ve fantasized about being recorded with two guys on me.’ ain’t that oddly specific?” he chuckles at his own mockery of a drunken-you.

“people say a lot of crap while they’re drunk.”

“yeah, but you still let us in.”

“yeah, what’s it gonna be, doll?” shiu squints as he adjusts the camera’s focus and zoom before cleaning the lens with his shirt, lifting it and revealing his toned body. pudge to his stomach, a trail of black hair down his middle. you gulp as you shift in your now seat on the couch, toji towering over you. his big hands resting on his slim waist. god, this really does feel like a porno. the desperate high you’ve been trying to reach finally throbs behind your panties. “make you feel real good. satisfy all those needs you told us about.” he steps closer, twirling the hair out of your face, gently stroking his big fingertips on your jaw. he notices the slightly confused look through your dazed expression.

“like havin’ two cocks in your mouth,” he squeezes your cheeks with three fingers, making you pout, “getting pushed around. hold you down. a little spanking.” a smile tugs at your lip.

“yeah? ya like that sound of that?” he teasingly slaps your face gently. 

“mm, mhm.” so pathetic, you think to yourself. you are most definitely not watching this back. that is if they even give you the tape, sickos might just keep it for themselves. 

“yeah, toj’, slap her ‘round some more.” a black lens focuses on you as toji holds your face in his hands, giving you a few practice taps before slapping you with a hefty hand. you whine at the impact and squeeze your eyes shut as he lands another. 

“open y’er eyes, pretty thing. keep ‘em on me.” his strong fingers going down to grip your throat. your hesitant eyes open to find a sly, sly grin on his scarred lip. his dazed eyes holding malicious intent. “you like the contact, i know you do.” petting the hair out of your face, dragging his palms down to your shoulders, then torso. he lifts you up just to push you down to your knees, still petting you as you’re met with his bulge in your face.

“go ahead, girl. take toji’s cock out.”

a/n...HIIIII PART TWO COMING SOON I HOPE U ENJOYED!!!! read my other stuff while i pull pt 2 out of my ass xoxo!

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[jjslvt]

AYO TECHNOLOGY ── .✦ mdni, 18+ .ᐟ.ᐟ

❝she wants it. so? i gotta give it to her.❞ 𓏲𝄢 (slight song inspo)

imagine sexting fwb!jj to the point of you two being absolutely frustrated and losing your goddamn minds. both of you had plans today but when you sent him that first risky photo, it all went downhill from there.

you two ignored texts from anyone else and went at it, from one nude photo to another until he started texting teasing words and you replied with even more filth.

his cock already leaking in precum when he started reading those messages and it didn’t take long for him to snake his hand down his boxers, recalling the feeling of your tight cunt around him.

> fuckin’ hell, mama…

[ 11:45 AM ]

> already touching yourself, jj? imagining my pretty little pussy like a cocksleeve?

[ 11:46 AM ]

he groaned at that, gripping tighter and giving himself a few pumps before replying.

> you know i am and idk what’s got into you baby but i ain’t complaining, holy…

[ 11:48 AM ]

> i was listenin’ to this song & thought of you… fucking me in every position, jayyy. been touching myself already… so wet…

[ 11:50 AM ]

and boy, did he love when his friend was this dirty for him. in fact, he hadn’t even hooked up with others since you two started this thing.

so, the sexting went on until it eventually reached calling each other after coming the first time because it wasn’t enough for you, nor him.

you both came again after hearing each other pant and groan into the phone, talking vulgar. you even went as far as to put the speaker near your pussy so he could hear every lewd and slick squelch which made him explode.

“hnghhh, f-fuuuuck… you…” he let out a guttural groan then tried to calm himself a bit. he just couldn’t get the sounds out of his ears, it’s like they replayed.

“babe, i don’t think technology is gonna be enough for papa j…” he sounded so wrecked and his cock was still painfully throbbing even after coming twice, he was still full stamina. every vein was protruding and felt hot. especially after hearing that.

you had some power over him, making him feel so desperate for you.

“yeah? need me, jay?” you barely panted out, equally as wrecked.

“god yes. i need you right in front of me.” he replied and you smirked to yourself because he quoted a lyric from that song. to think, one song turned your imagination wild and had you this horny for him.

“yeah? then papa j should come to mama right now… should come fuck my brains out.”

he instantly took that invitation, rising up from his bed—not giving a shit if he was ditching any plans with the bros. he needed you now.

“oh, you better be ready cos i’m gonna fuck you til you can’t walk… until you forget your own damn name, sweetheart- riling me up so much.”

that made you almost whimper into the phone, your cunt already aching to feel him inside of you and your stomach feeling butterflies.

“hurry up, jj… get over here and fuck me dumb.”

in record time, he arrived and had you riding him first on your bed as he stuffed his cock into you, thrusting upwards roughly with every bounce you gave. his hands gripping your hips so tightly, it might have bruised even but it all felt pleasurable.

you grabbed onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin and he nipped your earlobe in return.

you kept rolling and grinding your hips when you rode him. both of you feeling extra sensitive from everything so he let out grunts into your ear, holding you close as you let out moans & whines every time he hit those spots.

it didn’t even end there because he really kept his promise and fucked you dumb, giving you every drop of his cum that he could muster until he was spent.

you fucking loved it.

both of you lying on your backs with the rapid risings and fallings of your chest.

“you… haa, really… did that…” you panted.

“hah. yeah, y’know i always deliver for you… were hornier than me i think, darlin.”

you huffed because he wasn’t wrong, though he got super horny too. you did start it so you flushed at that and he turned his head, seeing and smirking. he raised a hand to stroke your cheek.

“i enjoyed it… you can be needy for me. you can want me, this is mutual. promise to satisfy you every time.”

you felt something in your chest stir at that. he would get surprisingly soft after all the raunchy stuff and all you could do was nuzzle into his neck.

and he was also feeling the same. he wrapped an arm around you and wondered how much longer you two would keep up the whole “fwb” situation.

note: first smut here. hope it was worth something aha

[dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes]

A/N: I need more of these stories. I think I’ve only read one similar and I can’t find the damn thing. I don’t know why but I love the idea of a healthy Logan with a pudgy tummy.

A/N2: I don’t know why I’m writing this but I am. If you want me to write more, you gotta tell me either comment or tell me in a reblog.

Wade and Logan share the pull out couch since Logan moved in, and Logan is laying on his back with his eyes closed while Wade is on his side looking at the wall. Neon light coming in from outside and Wade notices Logan’s stomach. He’s pudgy. He stares at it and Logan just feels him.

“What, Wade?”

Wade flinches. “What?” He tries to act groggy. “What?”

“Bub, I can hear you breathe. You ain’t been asleep,” he grouses, keeping his eyes closed.

Wade decides to take a leap. “Can I…can we cuddle?”

Logan turns and looks at him. “You ok?”

“Yeah, just, uh…Nevermind.” Wade rolls over to the other side, faced away. He can feel his face flush, embarrassed.

“Hey,” Logan coos and places his warm hand on Wade’s bicep.

Wade doesn’t respond.

“Yeah, kid, we can cuddle. Come ‘ere.” Logan opens his arms and Wade rolls right into them, nonchalantly bringing his hand down to partially cup Logan’s healthy pudgy tummy. He works to hide his smile, breathing in and out heavily, and he works to relax against the Wolverine. He mentally high fives himself for taking such good care of his Wolverine—three healthy meals a day, snacks, cutting down on the alcohol, taking him for walks, spending time and playing with him (AKA fighting and blood shed). Wade is just so happy.

Logan notices Wade’s scent quickly changes to a lighter, sweeter smell that somehow makes Wade’s natural scent more intense but not overwhelming. He has to stifle a purr with a cough.

“Need a glass of water, peanut?” Wade asks, quietly.

“Nah, I’m good. Sleep.” Logan turns into Wade, wrapping both arms around him. Wade sets one hand on Logan’s side, rubbing his thumb firmly but lightly against the side of Logan’s stomach. Logan finds it amusing.

When he wakes with the sun like always, he finds Wade and him are tangled up together, and for the first time, it doesn’t bother him. He doesn’t know why. He goes back to sleep, his nose buried against Wade’s bald head with Wade’s head on Logan’s shoulder.

This occurs again and again over the next few weeks where Wade just asks every couple of days to cuddle and when Logan who agrees, Wade just smells wonderful—just his happy self (not that Wade knows this; Logan doesn’t want to embarrass him).

One evening an hour or two after dinner, Logan is slouched on the couch as he watches The Golden Girls. Wade decides to try his chances and lays on the couch, putting his head on Logan’s stomach. Logan tenses, looking down at Wade who just looks at the tv. It is a long moment before Wade decides to break the tension. He turns slightly, looking at Logan. “This okay?”

Logan silently nods and rests his hand on Wade’s bicep while he drinks his beer and keeps watching the tv show.

Logan moving in with Wade and gaining weight because not only is he eating three square meals a day, but he also picked up baking because both Al and Wade have a sweet tooth, and of course the sweets are there, he’s going to eat them too. But now he’s getting kind of chubby. Which isn’t a problem really. He looks healthier than he has in decades. Except…

Wade stopped flirting with him. Straight up just stopped. And yeah Logan’s been ignoring it right along because he knows Wade isn’t actually serious about it, but it was still kind of nice to be wanted. Especially since he came from a reality where he was literally the most hated man alive. And of course now he has actual feelings for Wade, he wants the option to be there.

So he decides to not only start going to the gym but also to stop eating. And of course Wade notices and has to sit him down and ask what’s up, he’s been super healthy lately why is he changing that

And Logan can’t admit why he’s doing it so he deflects. “So going to the gym isn’t healthy?”

“You practically live there now. You’re a certified gym rat. You’re overworked and underfed. THAT isn’t healthy.”

And they go back and forth until Logan finally admits it’s because he gained weight and doesn’t feel attractive anymore. “Hell, you don’t even flirt with me anymore and I’ve seen you hit on inanimate objects before.”

And Wade stares at him for like 10 full seconds before he busts out laughing, like genuinely knee slapping chuckle fest because, “You think I stopped flirting with you because I’m shallow??? You honestly think I look like a burn victims even uglier ball sack and I’m being picky with how someone else looks?”

Logan tries to shrug it off with a “Everyone has preferences.”

“Trust me, Peanut, it isn’t that.”

“So then what is it?”

And now it’s Wade’s turn to be defensive until he realizes their conversation is just going in circles and Logan won’t stop destroying his body until he comes clean. So he has to stare at the wall as he tells Logan that it isn’t that he’s not attracted to Logan’s body anymore, it’s that he’s hyper attracted to it now, that he looks so healthy, so well fed, so inadvertently loved, and that it’s a reminder of all the domesticity of their situation that he’s actually fallen in love and can’t trust himself to casually flirt with Logan anymore because he’s genuinely afraid he’s going to do something and ruin their friendship now.

And they make out sloppy style and confess their love to each other of course

[darlingdaisyfarm]

Listen I’m going insane from how you write Stan and been rereading your spicy chatting headcanons and…. Am I too greedy if I’ll ask for sex call with him?? 🥲

when the pervy old man meets his match

tags: smut, nsfw, fem reader, phone sex, competitive dirty talk, established relationship, reader is just as much of a menace as Stan

hey honey thank you so much! here it is! it's honestly just full of dialogues lmao. sorry i wrote this in a depraved frenzy and did not look back. if there are mistakes, pretend you don’t see them. if it’s too filthy, no it’s not<3 mb I'll correct it later

your phone rings and it's midnight. a little devilish smile appears on your lips. you know exactly who it is.

“finally,” you purr, picking up. “was wondering how long it’d take for you to crack, old man.”

“tch. crack?” Stan scoffs. “sweetheart, i was givin' you a chance to call first. figured you’d get too desperate to wait.”

you smirk, rolling onto your back. ”oh, is that what you think?”

“i know it.” he laughs. “ain’t had my hands on ya in three whole days. bet you’re losin’ your goddamn mind over it.”

cocky bastard.

“hmm,” you hum in amusement. “who said i haven’t had my hands on myself instead?”

“heh, sure, doll, then you just laid there all frustrated, wishin’ it was me instead of your hand.”

“oh, no, Stan,” you interrupt innocently. “i came.” he stops breathing. “mm, and it felt so good, too, made such a mess. you would’ve loved it.”

Stanley goes silent. oh, you’ve got him now. “. . . the fuck’d you just say?”

you stretch out on the bed, imagining the look on his face. jaw tight. eyes dark. grip white-knuckling his phone.

“you heard me,” you coo. “been keeping myself nice and satisfied while you’re gone.”

a lie. a blatant, filthy lie. of course you want him. but you won’t say that. not yet.

“what’s the matter?” you murmur, teasing. “dont tell me. . . you jealous of my fingers?”

Stan lets out a harsh breath. “yeah, actually,” he growls. “bet they don’t even get the job done right and you still finish all needy and desperate, just wishin’ it was my cock instead.”

fuck. your breath hitches slightly, so tiny, but Stan hears it.

“. . . ohhh, that gotcha, huh?” his voice dips, turning low. “ya can play all confident, sweetheart, act like ya ain’t fuckin’ sufferin’ without me, like ya ain’t practically drippin’ just hearin’ my voice—“

you swallow. hard. your smile fades from your confident face

“but we both know the truth, don’t we?”

no, you don't give up. “you sound real worked up, Stanley. do you need me to take care of it for you?”

a sharp inhale from the other end. “heh,” he grits out. “you wish.”

“yeah, sounds like you’re getting all hot and bothered over there. you’re already touching yourself, huh? couldn’t help it?”

“hah,” Stan scoffs, but his voice sounds weaker now. oh, you’re winning.

“c’mon, baby,” you whisper in a honey-sweet voice. “tell me. are you hard?”

he exhales through his teeth. “maybe.”

“aw, poor Stanley, been away from me too long, huh? you must be so worked up, all desperate and aching. . .”

Stan grins. “sweetheart, i’m a grown-ass man. i ain’t desperate for anything.”

you pause long enough to make his skin prickle. then softly and slowly you say quietly “so you’re not hard right now?”

fuck. his body betrays him instantly. because, obviously he is. painfully so. has been since the second he heard your voice, if he’s being honest. but like hell is he gonna admit that to you.

“nah,” he lies too quickly.

you giggle. “liar.”

“shut up,” he mutters.

“sorry, Stanley, i cant shut up, thinking about how i’d drop to my knees for you, pull your pants down real slow, press my tongue right up against that thick cock and—”

“oh, for fuck’s sake—“

“you’d be so sensitive, all needy and throbbing for me. i could get you begging in five minutes.”

“like hell you could!”

your laugh is pure evil. “oh, really?” Stan knows that tone, he’s in trouble. “wanna prove it, old man?”

Stan grits his teeth. “you little minx,” he growls. “fine. you wanna play? we play. wanna know what i think?” your stomach tightens, you're so not ready to hear that. but it's so damn sexy when he gets like that. “i know you’re sittin’ there all wet and needy, waitin’ for me to take over.”

your breath catches as your fingers start moving faster.

“aww, see? can hear it in your breath, baby. you love lettin’ me take control, huh? love bein’ my little plaything?”

you grip the sheets.

“y’think about my cock, huh?” that bastard teases. ”you ache for it and dream about me splittin’ you open, fuckin’ you deep ‘til you cry.”

your thighs press together as you try to bring yourself to orgasm while he talks.

“tell me, baby, what’s your favorite way for me to fuck ya?”

you stop for a second, breathing. “. . .i dunno, you tell me.”

Stan groans and laughs. “that’s what i thought. you like it every way i give it to ya. you like gettin’ thrown around, pinned down, bent over. like when i take my time, when i tease, when i make you beg for it. like when i spread your legs and fuck ya slow, so deep your little cunt flutters around me, just tryin’ to suck me in.”

you let out a quiet sob, rubbing your clit harder. shit. okay. he came prepared.

“remember the last time i had ya?” fuck. he's dirty for this. “spread ya out on the kitchen table, pushed those pretty little legs open, had ya beggin' for my cock while i just tapped it against that messy little cunt.”

heat spikes through your belly. your brain melting

“and you were so fuckin’ wet, so messy for me. couldn't even hold still. had to pin ya down, keep ya in place, make ya take it nice and deep. and god, the way ya screamed when i finally gave it to ya,” he groans, pumping his twitching cock. “cried so pretty for me, took every single inch like a good fuckin’ girl.”

you exhale.

“aw, babyy,” Stan mocks. “gettin’ all squirmy over there? miss me poundin’ that tight little cunt open? miss feelin’ my cock knockin’ up against your cervix?”

oh, this bastard. he knows exactly what he’s doing. knows how to talk you into a goddamn frenzy, how to drag you through every memory, making you feel it all over again. but you won’t let him win.

“eh, big talk for a man who passed out immediately after a blowjob.”

Stan huffs.

“it's just,” you muse. “i think i might need to find someone who can actually keep up with me.”

“sweetheart,” he growls. “don't fuckin' start with me.”

you grin. “what, old man? afraid someone else could fuck me better?”

“honestly, you're such a fucking brat.” he mutters resentfully.

“and you're all alone, jerking off to the thought of me like some pathetic old pervert.”

Stan groans and that sound makes you clench around nothing.

“hehe, you stroking it, old man? pumping that fat cock real slow, thinkin’ about how tight my pussy is?”

his eyes widen. wow. . . you're too brave today. he likes that. “sweet moses,” you hear him groaning.

“tell me, baby, am i right? it's throbbing? just begging to be buried inside me?”

“fuckin’ hell,” Stan hisses. “fuck, f-fuck, shit. . .”

wide cocky smile appears on your face. oh you love this. love how you can hear the tension in his breath, imagining how he’s gripping himself too tight, trying to hold on, trying not to lose.

but he’s gonna. he’s so gonna.

“y’know what i was thinking about earlier?” you murmur.

Stan swallows. “wh-what?”

you grin. “how deep you get when you fuck me.” Stan's response is low whimper when he circles his leaking tip with his fingers. “no, seriously, you stretch me so wide, Stanley. get all the way up against my cervix, push me down into the mattress, just ruining me. i love hearing your groans when i bite your shoulder.”

his breathing is much heavier now, he's already so close.

“Stanley? you close?“

“y-you’re gonna fuckin’ regret this,” he grits out.

“what’s wrong, old man? you were all big and bad a second ago. now ya can’t even keep up? i know how bad you want it, how much you miss the way i take you so deep, so tight”

Stanley is so fucking close.

“you’re leaking, huh? and you’re still trying to hold back,” another mocking sympathy from you. “so stubborn, determined not to let me win. guess i’ll just have to break you, then. oh yeah,” you laugh when you hear another moan from him. “that gotcha, huh? i know you’d love that, you’d love me getting on top, riding you all slow and deep, keeping you right on the edge ‘till you’re begging me for it, begging me to let you cum inside of me.”

“f-fuck, baby, just. . . just like that,” his voice is shaking.

“you gonna cum, Stan? gonna make a mess all over yourself just from hearing my voice?”

“you—fuck—you little—”

suddenly his phone vibrates with a notification. you just sent him a photo.

he barely has time to open it before he sees you, spread out as you fuck yourself open on your fingers.

Stan sucks in a sharp breath. “what. . . the fuck”

“somethin’ wrong?” you coo.

silence, hes silent until you hear choked loud “oh oh oh, fuckkk” and you know he lost, so fucking hard. his orgasm hits hard, violent, brain-melting, his body tensing, groaning your name through gritted teeth. you hear the sharp inhale, the shaky breath, the low, drawn-out moan as he spills messy over his fist.

“awww, couldn’t hold out, huh?”

Stan pants, breathless. “fuck you.”

“you wish,” you smirk, giggling.

“okay okay. you won.” Stanley admits, rubbing his sweaty forehead. “you won, baby.”

“but you put up a good fight, old man!”

he groans. “hot belgian waffles, what the hell am i gonna do with you?”

“maybe bend me over the second you get home and teach me a lesson?”

Stan chuckles. “oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you just signed up for.”

[come-as-you-are-111]

𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓵..

Warnings: fluff, angst, cussing, squid game does exist but that ain’t the main focus here, friends to lovers? (Maybe a part two coming?…)

Is it clear I didn’t know what to put as the photos? 😭😭

Jun-Ho has always been reckless—too reckless. You knew that when you fell for him. But it’s different when you’re the one watching him bleed.

He stumbles into your apartment at nearly 2 AM, his jacket torn, knuckles split, and a deep gash running along his arm. He barely gets the door shut before you’re on him, eyes scanning every inch of him with a mix of panic and fury.

“What the hell happened?” you demand, already reaching for the first-aid kit.

Jun-Ho exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his damp hair. “It’s nothing.”

You let out a dry, humorless laugh. “Oh, yeah? You look like you got run over.”

“I didn’t.” He shrugs. “Just a bad night.”

A bad night. That’s what he calls showing up at your door looking like this. Like he didn’t just shake hands with death and somehow slip away again.

You drop down in front of him on the couch, yanking his arm toward you with more force than necessary. He barely reacts.

“Stay still,” you mutter, pressing a damp cloth against the wound.

He hisses at the sting, but you ignore it.

“You’re mad,” he says after a moment.

“No shit, I’m mad.” Your hands shake as you press gauze to his skin. “One day, you’re not gonna walk through that door at all.”

He goes quiet.

And that silence? It terrifies you more than anything. Because it means he knows you’re right.

The room feels smaller. The dim glow of the lamp casts long shadows, the only sound between you the soft scrape of gauze and his uneven breaths. When you glance up, Jun-Ho’s eyes are already on you. Always on you.

“I always come back,” he murmurs.

You swallow hard. “That’s not the point.”

His fingers ghost over your wrist, hesitant at first, then firmer, grounding. His grip is warm, steady despite the bruises on his knuckles. “Then tell me what is.”

You don’t answer.

Because you know what he’s asking. What he’s really asking. And if you say it out loud, if you admit what he means to you, then you won’t be able to let go.

“I—” The words catch in your throat.

Then Jun-Ho does something dangerous.

He leans in.

Not enough to kiss you—just enough that his breath brushes your lips, enough that you feel the heat radiating off him.

Your heart slams against your ribs.

“Tell me to leave,” he murmurs. “And I will.”

You should.

You should tell him to leave, should push him away, should protect yourself before he becomes another ghost haunting you.

But when his hand slides up to cup your jaw, when his thumb brushes over your cheek, when his lips hover just close enough to steal your breath—

You don’t.

Instead, your fingers tighten around his wrist, keeping him there.

His throat bobs. His breathing is uneven now, like you’re the one unraveling him.

“You make this hard,” you whisper.

Jun-Ho exhales a quiet, shaky laugh. “And yet, you never let me go.”

It’s not a question. It’s the truth.

And when his lips finally brush against yours, it’s slow, careful—like he’s waiting for you to pull away. But you don’t. You can’t. Because even if this is reckless, even if this hurts, Jun-Ho is here. Alive.

And right now, that’s all that matters.

A/n: Hi my lil monsters! How we likey? First Jun-Ho fic so I’m excited!! Might make a part two if yall want it 😼

Love ya, Twilight

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Or imagine Sarah owning a play grocery store and she totally refuses to scan Joel’s items or either doubles the price for his groceries and gives him dirty looks and she may or may not own a play restaurant as well and she refuses to take his orders because everything is either out or she just does not want to put in the effort and just says flat out no and she just winds up giving him whatever she wants him to have

Joel Dealing with Sarah: Price of Bananas

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The best and worst toy Joel ever got Sarah was the mini store set up. It's everywhere: He’s constantly groaning in pain, hoisting his foot in the air after stepping on a plastic broccoli, or tripping on that stupid little baby shopping cart the size of a small dog, and don’t even get him started on the manager of that supermarket!

Sarah. Miller.

On his knees, and with a metal basket full of plastic produce and empty boxes, Joel unloads his haul onto the (pretty damn ingenious piece of equipment) toy conveyer belt.

A very grumpy, attitudinal, a little too young to be working here, young lady rolls the belt so his items approach her register slowly.

He grins happily, but she only shoots daggers at him.

Tf did he do? He’s just a happy customer—

BEEP!

Trying to play nice with his—

BEEP!

Sweet little three year old girl and her—

BEEPBEEP!

“Hey, you scanned that twice, ma’am,” he says, pointing to the orange she’s just haphazardly tossed into the plastic bag. BEEP!

“No I didn’t,” she says matter of factly, not even looking his way.

BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!

“You did, and you just charged me for three sushi rolls when I only got one in ya hand.”

She rolls her eyes. 

Testy little thing, aint ya? He raises his brows but says nothing. Rough economy in the Miller house, I tell ya.

“Your total is—“ “You forgot to scan half my cart, kid.”

“Excuse me! I talking!” She snaps back.

She angrily rubs the plastic apples slices back and forth over the scanner, a BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP echoing between the two hostile occupants of this fake grocery store staring one another down. She then tosses it at him rather than at the bag.

The cool thing Joel appreciates about the whole gadget is that, it actually scans the plastic toys and registers a price for each one. Easy stuff, like $1, $2, etc, and totals into the register for her.

So he can CLEARLY see the price, albeit unfair for charging him for 5 bananas when he only had one—and WOULD be fine, were she not randomly punching numbers into the computer, adding additional items at whim that are not in his shopping bag.

“Your total is like, a $million dollars.”

“I got 4 pieces of fruit. No it isn’t.” “Yes. It is. Do I need to call my body guard, sir?”

“Momma ain’t ya body guard. I am. And I’m tellin’ ya, ya over chargin’ me for my damn apples—“

“You not welcome in my store if you gonna rip me off.”

“YOU’RE THE ONE RIPPING ME OFF LITTLE MISS—“ Joel stops, realizing he’s getting heated at a 3 year old over a bunch of plastic toys. “I mean. Yes. Right. Here’s my card—“ “Decline!”

“Ya ain’t even scan it yet.”

“It’s all out of money.” She chucks it back at him, tucks her arms and taps her foot impatiently.

“That’s not how credit card work, Sarah.”

“MISS! SARAH!” She corrects him. 

He grits his teeth. Ripping out the fake wallet of Monopoly money, he counts out 6 random bills, glancing up at the girl, who raises her brows as if expecting more. He pulls even more out and hands it to her. It’s probably $78 total. Thank god she can’t count to hundred yet.

“There. One billion,” he announces begrudgingly.

He goes to take his bag, but she grasps it back. “NO. WE CLOSED!” “I ALREADY PAID. ITS MINE!” “NO!”

You place a hand across both of their eyeballs, temporarily putting them in a freeze. “It’s just pretend. Joel, take a breather.”

He lets out a big huff of steam through his flaring nostrils before crawling over to her cozy corner and plopping his big ass on her tiny princess couch, facing the wall. Spoon takes the cue and waltz over to him, putting her chin on his lap. He absentmindedly begins petting her, soothing away his frustration until he’s docile. 

-

On another day, Chef S Miller has just opened her finest restaurant and everyone is invited.

Joel walks in to see a line of stuffed animals standing behind one another, leading from the hall and into the living room where an array of stacked books act as ‘tables’ for the little stuffies, and some Sarah sized tea tables and chairs hold her bigger dolls.

Joel walks up to the front, but is immediately greeted by an angry munchkin—the one and only ,Chef Sarah.

“You need to wait in line!” She commands, pointing to the end of the hall.

“I got special reservations.” code: I’m not waiting in line behind a bunch of stuffed animals. 

“You have to wait,” she sneers, pointing once again firmly. 

Joel grumbles but makes his way to the back of the line. Even Spoon has somehow taken the whole thing seriously, sitting patiently a few stuffed animals ahead and waiting her turn. For what, he’s not entirely sure she truly knows either.

They both deserve a steak after this.

He watches as Sarah greets her plushy customers “You have reservation? Right this way!!” And walks them to their tables. He rolls his eyes.

Joel’s about to plop over and fall asleep on the plushies when she finally lets him in.

He manages to squeeze his oversized self into one of the tiny tea party chairs, hunched over the even smaller table.

Oh great. She’s not only the chef, bouncer, and hostess. But she’s also the waitress!

Sarah comes over with a disgusted look upon her face, notepad and colored crayon in hand. “What do you want?”

“Steak—“ “Out.”

“Fine, Ribs—“

“Out.”

He sighs. “Hamburger—“

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“You out of burgers too?”

“No.”

“So you’re just refusing to give me one.” “What do you want sir, I don’t have all day!” 

“Whatever you’re willing to give me at this point, kid.”

She lets out an exasperated sigh, scribbling nonsense busily into her notepad.

Oh, she can’t write either. It’s literally just orange scribbles.

She leaves to go get a snack in the kitchen, pet Spoon, play with the other stuffed animals, put her head down for a 5 minute nap, before stretching and going to Joel again—

“What’s takin so long, chef?” He asks curiously. God, his back is killing him. five more minutes of this and he’s putting Spoon in his place so he can lay on the couch…

She rolls her eyes and storms off to the play kitchenette. He watches as she bangs pots and pans onto the fake stove, mixing in half of the play grocery store items and random things she found lying around the house: jenga wood blocks, plastic broccoli and fish, bits of Spoon’s dried kibble, barbie brushes and shoes. She runs it under the faucet of fake water, making a “SHHHHHH” sound as she does, then fires up the pretend grill and mixes it altogether with Daddy’s very expensive whisk.  

She then dumps it on a plastic frisbee turned upside down into a plate and then—

Dumps it all on Joel’s lap.

“What kind of service—! I demand to see the manager!” Joel says, hands on his hips.

She nods and turns around, and turns again. “I’m the manager. What’s the problem?”

His eyes feel so heavy now. So he needs to call in reinforcements.

“HONNEEYYYY.”

After some time, you work out an agreement : Sarah and Joel splitting a pb+J sandwhich you had just whipped up, and Spoon also got a cut in the deal with some of that kibble that got knocked on the floor.

And you all sit around the little table peacefully munching on your respective snacks. No hostile threats. no anger. just brain empty, yummy food full.

Turns out, they were both just really hungry. 

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*Meanwhile, Arpeggio was still in his hospital room. But can now begin to walk again after a bit.*

Arpeggio: (….knowing coda, he will set Amelio free and find the true culprit, but I still want to him and duke out. Wonder if coda ever gave the news to Duke anyway….?)

V: “heya, kiddo, how are you doing?”

*V was pointing his gun at arpeggio*

Arpeggio: “damn, you waited until I was defenseless then went in for the kill. Why am I not surprised?”

V: “I’m disappointed that you underestimated me, but I don’t mind to much, no one’s gonna know the truth behind this. I can frame it as a suicide, like how Mitchell framed melodys death as one. And I know you don’t have the death note with you, it’s still in the office….actually, maybe after I kill you, I’ll take hades and let him be my pet dog like how Loki is my pet cat.”

Arpeggio: “you better not lay a hand on any of them, you Russian piece of shit.”

V: “……there ain’t gonna be a Deus ex machina for you. I intend to finish what I started here and now.”

*On the other hand, Duke's phone rings.

[Duke]

...Oliver?

[Oliver]

I have the evidence. Your name will be cleared as soon as I can get it to be.

[Duke]

... Thanks.

(You better do it fast. The sooner we get my name cleared, the sooner we can knock Nico down a few places...)

[octuscle]

City Slicker to Country Boy.

Peter stood in the middle of nowhere. Out of nowhere, something had hit his windshield. Some kind of animal. Whatever it was, the glass had shattered into a million tiny pieces. And the overly sensitive airbags of his BMW had deployed in all their glory.

Goddamn it!

According to his GPS, the nearest authorized repair shop was 200 miles away. And with no signal, neither his cell phone nor his emergency system worked. He was stuck in a cornfield with nothing to do. And for a workaholic like him, idleness and helplessness were far worse than the prospect of an expensive repair. If he could ever get the car repaired at all. Right now, he’d be happy just to see any sign of intelligent life out here. The only sounds were some birds chirping and the occasional cricket.

After what felt like an eternity of hoping for a miracle and some phone reception, he heard a noise. A noise that grew louder. An engine.

Peter stepped onto the road, took off his blazer, and waved it in the air. “How ridiculous,” he thought. “I look like a shipwrecked idiot stranded on a deserted island.” Then again, his situation wasn’t all that different.

The pickup truck that pulled up next to him was a giant compared to his elegant station wagon.

“Howdy, name’s Ace. What kinda trouble ya in?”

“Peter, nice to meet you,” Peter replied, pointing at the windshield. Ace responded by spitting on the ground and mumbling, “Well, damn.”

“Tell ya what, buddy. I can take ya back to the farm. We’ll call up them Krauts, see if they can fix up yer ride. Don’t reckon I got the right parts lyin’ ‘round.” He laughed like he’d just cracked the best joke in the world.

Peter forced a smile and said that would be very kind of him.

“Quit talkin’ all fancy, man, and hop in. Need anything from yer car, throw it in the back.”

The truck was big and dirty. It took Peter a moment to bring himself to place his weekender bag and laptop case on the dusty truck bed. But what choice did he have? He sighed, hoping he wouldn’t get too dirty in the passenger seat, and climbed in.

Ace wasn’t much of a talker. But Peter was actually grateful for that. He kept staring at his phone display.

“Ain’t no use, man,” Ace said. “Tornado came through last week, took out some towers. Ain’t gonna get a signal ‘til we’re a few dozen miles down the road.”

Peter closed his eyes and leaned back. Just his goddamn luck. The truck rumbled steadily down the endless straight road. Ace was humming along to some slow country tune. Peter dozed off.

“Wake up, buddy, we’re here.”

Peter jerked awake. They were in a barn. Tractors and other farm equipment stood around. Ace jumped out of the truck and walked toward a small kitchenette nestled between tool cabinets. Peter got out and followed.

Ace poured himself a cup of coffee from an old pot, unzipped his coveralls, and took a sip. Peter couldn’t help but stare at Ace’s hairy, wiry, muscular torso. Peter swam twice a week, but he couldn’t compare to that build.

“Like what ya see?” Ace smirked.

Peter’s eyes widened in shock. Had he been staring?

“I mean—ya want some coffee?” Ace clarified, still grinning.

Peter nodded. Ace poured a cup and handed it to him. Normally, Peter took his coffee with oat milk and sweetener. But asking for that now felt ridiculous. He took a sip. Damn, it was hot and strong.

Ace asked if Peter could give him a hand. He needed to load up some vegetables and take them to the grocery store. Peter nodded, took off his blazer, and draped it over a chair. Ace climbed onto the truck bed, tossed Peter his duffel bag and laptop case, and told him to start handing up crates. Together, they got the job done quickly.

Peter asked if he should come along to help unload.

“Nah,” Ace said. “Ya know how to cook?”

Peter nodded. Not a lie—he enjoyed cooking in his free time.

“Well, stay here and fix up some dinner then. Be back in ‘bout an hour.”

Peter asked where the kitchen was.

“Over in the house, where else? Door’s open. You’ll figure it out.” And with that, Ace drove off.

Peter threw on his denim jacket, slung his duffel bag over his shoulder, picked up his laptop case, and walked to the house. Two big dogs greeted him enthusiastically at the door. Normally, Peter wasn’t much of a dog person, but these two? He liked them. Strong, solid animals. Perfect for hunting. Shit, why was he even thinking that?

Somehow, and he couldn’t explain why, everything here felt oddly familiar. Ace looked like the kind of guy who’d appreciate a good chili. Peter grabbed the necessary ingredients from the pantry and fridge and got to work. Beau and Bailey never left his side. They knew Peter always tossed them scraps while cooking. They didn’t beg. They were well-trained. But Peter knew how to keep them happy.

Ace returned about two hours later. The chili was simmering, the table was set, and Peter was lounging on the couch, watching TV, Beau and Bailey at his feet.

As usual, Ace stripped down to his underwear as soon as he walked in.

“Had a beer with Clyde and Gator,” he said, heading to the fridge. “Want one?”

“Dumb question,” Peter replied.

Ace came back with two bottles, sat next to Peter, and asked why he hadn’t changed yet. Then, he reached into his worn-out briefs and fondled his thick cock.

“Was just outside with the boys,” Peter said, clinking bottles with Ace, taking a swig, and burping as he got up to grab the chili. He unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his belt on the way to the kitchen.

They ate in silence. One of the perks of living without women—you didn’t have to talk so much.

“Wanna go get yer car tonight? Filled up the spare gas can,” Ace said, spilling a bit of chili on the table.

“Nah,” Peter replied, scratching his balls with one hand and shoveling more chili into his mouth with the other. “Let’s fuck first. Deal with it in the morning.”

“Fine by me,” Ace said, licking his spoon while stroking his cock at the same time.

Including Beau and Bailey, they made a solid four-guy household. Farm work was tough. Having to deal with love and all that bullshit on top of it? Pure hell. Work, eat, fuck, watch football, sleep. The routine was simple. But neither Peter nor Ace were exactly intellectuals.

The sun wasn’t even up when Peter woke. Ace was already brewing coffee. When Pete put on his camo hunting gear, Beau and Bailey tensed up. They knew what was coming. But they waited until their master gave the signal. Then, like lightning, they dashed to the barn and leaped onto the truck bed.

Pete greeted Ace with a deep kiss, grabbing his morning wood. “Quick fuck first?” Ace asked.

“After the hunt,” Pete replied, taking his coffee.

Damn, running out of gas in the cornfield yesterday had been a pain in the ass. Now Ace had to drive him out with the spare can and the dogs. But Pete would make up for it by restocking the freezer. Today, he’d bag that deer. Ace could bet on it.

And hell, if he didn’t bring back fresh meat, well—then he’d just have to be the one getting fucked tonight. Not much of a sacrifice.

Ace looked at his man and grinned. It sure was easy turnin’ a city slicker into a real country boy.

[soukokuforthesoul]

married!soukoku aus where they always get married/engaged in somewhat unconventional ways every time

- just saying “ok we’re married now” and that’s that

- buying rings together and calling it a day

- writing their own marriage papers because they do not need any records of them, even marital ones

- saying their vows in bed a moment before they go to sleep

- ^ or whilst killing people together

- ^^ and being enemies

- ^^^ or marrying before becoming enemies, then treating dazai’s betrayal to the mafia as a divorce contract… at first, seriously, then just joking about it and getting ‘remarried’

- drawing a line on each other’s ring finger

- chuuya accidentally cutting dazai’s finger exactly where the ring would go, and dazai saying that it means chuuya had proposed… so they’re married now

- ^ trying to carve a ‘ring’ into chuuya’s finger but he says no and just gets his own ring

- “let’s marry” “ok, when?” “now” “ok” and so they were bound through life and death, and vowed to hate (love) each other till death did them part

- eloping from the mafia?? (so chuuya leaves, too)

- high school au and they marry on the rooftop of the school just for fun

- marrying before dating

- marrying on the verge of death (both of them are about to die)

- getting caught (or kidnapped) together, and the worst decision their captors made was to put them in the same room. so they make one of the captors the priest and the ring is taken from a grenade as they run away and let the explosions behind them be the symphony to the newly wedded couple—

- ‘marrying’ as children (elementary school, probably) and one of them takes it seriously and to heart, so the other feels bad to say it hadn’t been literal… and then they actually do marry

- ^ OD: “i can’t wait till i find a beautiful woman to marry and die with ><!!” CN: “…i thought we were married, dazai?” *insert the most pathetic expression ever* OD: “w…we were?”

- “chuuya, you have to say ‘‘till death do us part.’” “why? death ain’t got shit on us!” “i don’t wanna be stuck with you even when we’re dead.” “asshole.”

- dazai breaking into the mafia after years, kneeling before chuuya whilst simultaneously avoiding the guards + other pm members who surround him, taking chuuya’s hand, taking the glove off, and sliding a ring onto his finger then just. leaving. 100% to confuse chuuya and give him shit in the pm so they start questioning him until he manages to talk his way out of it (and later confront dazai about it)

- marrying whilst drunk and not remembering anything about it the next day

- marrying as an ‘act’ under enemy territory to catch them off guard, then attack

- ^ later being like “can it just have been real so we don’t have to deal with the cheesy shit again?” “bet.”

- lmao dazai proposing to corruption!chuuya only for the ring to be utterly crushed under his fingers before dazai turns him back… and dazai being upset about it so he doesn’t talk to chuuya for a week

- a ring… made of bandages? just tying a strip on and being like “there! now we’re married <3” “you idiot—“

- putting a ring in chuuya’s food but chuuya nearly ends up choking on it

- putting a ring on the other’s hand when they sleep so there’s no room for rejection… and when they wake up they’re all confused like “did… i just miss a couple years of my life?”

- “truth or dare?” “dare.” “i dare you to marry me.” “…okay?”

- ‘arranged marriage’ but it’s actually dazai manipulating mori/or his parents into wanting to make him marry chuuya—so that chuuya has no choice (he did have a choice bc dazai consulted him about it before, but dazai announced to their families that there had been no choice) and so they can do it technically with the parents/mori’s consent (they didn’t want to ask like normal people)

- marrying through letters… penpals? “dearest chuuya, will you marry me? (enclosed is a ring, if you say yes. if not, send it back without an answer). sincerely, osamu.” “to osamu— fuck yeah?? also this looks expensive as shit… its mine now!! — chuuya.”

- bribery that wasn’t necessary

- ^ “i’ll give you (thing) if you marry me.” “…i would’ve said yes, regardless, but now that that’s on the table—yes please:3”

- pop star/singer au and popping in a “slug/mackerel, marry me!!!” whilst on live… knowing the other is watching

- long distance au and marrying on call, but they were both already prepared so they say their vows and present rings that they’d had sent in mail to each other and put them on themselves

- ^ doing it late at night just for the fun of it and falling asleep amidst giggling and hushed promises to see each other soon

- college au and proposing at graduation !

- fanfic writers au and they slip in a “btw if u see this, pls marry me chibi/idiot (depending on who it is)” in the notes, and later the other frantically texts them asking if they were being serious

- adopting a kid together and then, years later, realizing they never married

- forbidden lovers au but they marry publicly

- ^ that but royalty au and they propose in front of the entire kingdom/broadcast it to the world

- thinking they’re gonna die: “fuck it, marry me, dazai!” “wha—okay!!”

[sincere1ystar]

Endearing Encounters

billy the kid x fem! reader

You’ve never been allowed in the outside world, being told about its dangers your whole life. But you eventually get tired of being confided to the walls of your home and take matters into your own hands to see what the world really is like. (Tangled inspired au!!)

authors note: this is the option that won in the poll so here u go!!

Footsteps. Quick and incoming. “Where in the hell did The Kid go?”, the voices chant. A bush became Billy’s solace, throwing himself into hiding.

It didn’t take long for the footsteps to carry on elsewhere. He slowly emerged out of the clump of shrubs, hands still shaking from the previous encounter when he saw only what could be described as a vision in a dress.

You didn’t notice the adoration practically ozone out of the man’s eyes, too enamored by the warmth from the sun on your skin and the sound of running water flowing from the lake into your ears. You weren’t supposed to be out, your mother restricted your access to the outside world warning you of its dangers. You had spent your childhood watching from the window, until you finally managed to muster the courage to slowly lower yourself down with an old disregarded rope you found hidden in your mother’s closet. She had left to one of her monthly trips to town to restock on supplies that day, meaning you had a couple of days to explore the woods before she came back.

You had a stick in hand, trying to rake away the leaves in an attempt to clear a pathway for yourself to walk freely on the ground. You weren’t fond of the loud crunch sound that occurred when your boots stepped on the leaves and much rather preferred the soft dirt. Thankfully it didn’t take long, letting you get back to skipping around the forest with glee with the breath of fresh air filling your senses. Unknowingly to you, someone was following.

Billy couldn’t help himself, curiously was a strong emotion after all. He had never seen you around before, which was weird because he thought he had knew everyone from this small town and there was no way he would have missed such a jewel. Maybe if he hadn’t accidently stept on one of the leaves you had swept to the side, he would have been able to put a name to your face before you noticed his presence.

“Who’s there?!!”, you exclaim with your voice coming out more shaky than anticipated as you suddenly turned around, holding the large stick in your hand as a defense piece.

He quickly puts his hands up to prove his innocence. By the way you were holding the branch in your arms you must’ve known his reputation. Billy the Kid. Most famous outlaw in the county. It wouldn’t be long before you turned him in and the search party would be coming for him hot on his heels. “Hey listen here now I don’t mean no harm-“

“Who are you??”, you interrupted him. He must have been one of the dangers your mother warned you about regarding the outdoors. “Not only is outside world itself dangerous, but so are the men that reside within it”.

You were trying to come off as threatening, but all Billy saw on your face was confusion. Did you not see the wanted posters with his face plastered on throughout town? Did you never hear the murmurs surrounding his name?

“I ain’t here to hurt you.. Was just walking around is all”, he murmurs with his hands still up in the air as he scans your face.

“You stay away from me!!!”, you bellowed with the stick in your shaky hands pointed in his direction, “I don’t fall for tricks”.

He chuckles at that with his head bowing down not wanting you to think he was making a mockery out of you. “I wasn’t countin’ on pullin’ a trick on ya darling”. My name’s Billy and I ain’t no sort of trickster”, he says with his hand outstretched to yours in a greeting.

You don’t return the gesture. Letting out a small “humph” before you went back on your way. You’re ablw to ignore his presence up till you reach the river, the only way to cross it being a path of large stones.

You jump on one rock, feeling confident until you almost lost your balance. Your arms stick out by your sides as you attempt to blamage to prevent falling in the water when you hear a muffled chuckle from Billy. “Do you think this is funny or something?”, you try to sound lighthearted despite being absolutely terrified by the prospect of falling into the water.

“Funny? No, I would never think such a thing darlin’”, he says trying to hold in his bursts of laughter. “You know if you just let me help”-

“I got it!!!”, you quickly exclaim despite your position proving otherwise. Your mother was right, the outside world was scary. You never thought the water you would read about in books and seen in paintings would be trying to engulf you in, eat you whole.

Billy must have noticed the distress on your face because he offers his hand to help you balance yourself. He doesn’t tease under his breath and instead his eyes look at you with care and something else you can’t quite identity yet. Despite all your previous protests, you take his hand.

At the end of the river’s path of stones, you have to make one big jump in order to make it back to land. You were utterly terrified, never experiencing anything even close to this back in your sheltered household. but Billy catches you as you throw yourself in his arms. You choose not to mention how he held you a little closer until he let go.

You were about to thank him when the sound of rushed footsteps emerge back into the air. Billy’s suddenly on alert once again, the gentleness in his eyes quickly evaporating away. He plucks a white poppy. it’s beauty contrasting from his rough and calloused hands, from the ground and slowly tucks it behind your ear. “For you. It matches your dress pretty”.

You know he has to go, he was being chased down for a reason unknowingly to you, but a small part of you wants him to stay so the two of you can continue your playful banter.

Billy smiles at the sight of your downcast eyes. “Don’t worry darlin’, i’ll see ya again soon ya?”, he says quickly before he runs off as he hears the voices coming from the herd of men.

Maybe your mother was wrong, maybe there was some gentleness in the world left.

[kaisentine]

HELPP you feel like such a thirdwheel with sae and shidou but neither of them want you to leave. this was my inspo to write this cuz i thought it was funny! ( what if i do one w nagireo LMFAO )

why the fuck is ryusei spoon-feeding sae. who was going to tell you that shidou ryusei smothering itoshi sae was going to give you nightmares?

it’s quite a disturbing sight if you say so yourself. look, you generally don’t give a fuck about what they do behind closed doors or literally anywhere where you aren’t there but you’re here now! watching a scene equivalent to a horror movie that relies solely on their lame-ass jumpscares. but it’s so not fiction and even more horrifying.

this is really corny. you think seeing ryusei and sae during U20 was the worst thing you could possibly see? think again. as if ryusei didn’t already not give a damn about the prying eyes and the cameras ( sae’s PR team weren’t having a good time ) and you sure as hell know he doesn’t give a damn right now. your nightmares will probably consist of the scene unfolding in front of your eyes.

yeah this is totally normal—a grown pro athlete man being spoon-fed by another grown man, what the eff do they think they’re doing? they got the real nerve to to be doing it while you’re eating too, how’d ryusei even convince sae to accept this? ( a lot of violence🤗 )

you’ve been relying on your phone and eating to distract yourself from the scene—you aren’t just going to let good food go to waste! actually, your phone went black a few minutes ago but there’s no way in hell you’re going to entertain yourself with eye-torture, you’re really just focused on finishing the contents on your plate to go to another area.

by some kind of curse, you eat like a sloth when there isn’t something actively happening on your screen—you might just need to find an exorcist to fix that problem. . . ( rin ). that’s for another time, however.

you almost sigh in relief after your last spoonful but you don’t in fear of them realizing you’re still there ( you’re convinced that ryusei forgot you’re there ). you stood up from your chair as discreetly as you could—taking extra care in not making the chair squeak. the chair you were originally sitting on was next to the demon while sae was sitting across from you two.

just as you were about to quietly take your leave, sae’s eyes gave your escape plan away. “where’d you think you’re goin’?” ryusei asks, snapping his head to you. caught red-handed, damn you itoshi sae! “i finished eating and i thought i’d. . .give you two some alone time. . . ?” you respond like you’re being held hostage ( you are ).

“you ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

bonus : this is an unexpected outcome. “c’mon, you’ve been refusing for like 5 minutes,” he complains when you keep your mouth closed even to his attempts of pushing the utensil past your lips. you find the chance to speak when he retracts his arm back with a sigh. “ryu. . . i’m not some kind of baby and i ate already.” you deadpan with crossed arms. “nope! you’re actually actin’ like a big baby!” the man says in between wretched laughter you hate to hear. in despair, you turn your head to the other man beside you, “. . .how are you enduring this?” you ask. his head doesn’t turn but his teal eyes do—giving you a glaring side-eye that says ‘save me.’. the aftermath of whatever the fuck just happened is basically you and sae ganging up on ryusei and taking turns beating him up.

[judesmoonbeauty]

A Day With Jude Jazza: Chapter Two "13:00 Working at Raven & Lunch"

TW: Weight discussion. Idk if this really needs it or not, but I added it just in case.

Please expect grammatical errors and translation inaccuracies. This is a full translation. Creative liberties are taken for characterization and smoother translation process. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere. Thank you for your support! ☾.

I’m working hard at Raven today too —

(I’ve been working non-stop, but I wonder if I’ll be able to finish this….)

The moment I gulped at the mountain of documents in front of me…..

Jude: Do ‘em perfectly.

He showed up and said that, so I stopped what I was doing and puffed my cheeks.

Kate: Isn’t there some kind of reward for your girlfriend who works so hard?

Jude: What kinda reward?

Kate: Hmm, like taking me out for lunch…?

Jude: ….Tch.

Then his finger came up to my forehead,

Kate: Ouch!

I reflexively squeezed my eyes shut because of the force of the forehead flick —

(…..It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.)

Opening my eyes, he let out an annoyed sigh and turned around.

Jude: Let’s make tracks.

Kate: What?

Jude: Lunch, let’s go.

Kate: Coming!!

Kate: It’s my first time coming to this restaurant, but it’s super delicious.

Ellis: Good, I’m glad you’re happy Kate.

While eating a tasty meat-dish and chatting with Ellis,

Jude: ……

I heard the sound of a fork being put down next to me, and when I looked over he had stopped eating, leaving the fatty part untouched.

Kate: That’s such a waste.

The plate was silently brought to me, as if telling me to eat, so I ate the fatty portion.

After that, Jude made an exasperated look.

Jude: You’ll gain weight if ya eat like that each ‘n every time.

(Actually, I have been a bit worried about that recently….)

Kate: Isn’t it because you’re handing your plates over to me, Jude?

Jude: Didn’t say t’eat it.

Jude: Yer the one sayin’ it’s a waste not t’eat it.

(I can’t deny that…..)

Jude: ‘N ya eat more sweets than me’, innit?

Ever since we started dating, I felt like it was a waste to leave any of the fat and sweets on the plate,

So when I look over, the plate gets closer to me, and before I know it, I end up eating it.

Ellis: But I think it’s nice to see Kate eating it deliciously.

Kate: Ellis……

Ellis was sitting across from me and kindly smiles.

Feeling a bit happy, I brought the dessert to my lips without hesitation.

That’s when Jude’s fingers stroke my thigh under the table —

Kate: Urk!

Jude: Ya really have put on weight, haven’tcha?

His warped smile irritated me, so I lightly pinched his hand.

Kate: This is what I do to people who say such things.

Jude: Ha, don’t hurt none.

His hand let go of my thigh, and he took a bite of the dessert,

Jude: Work back the weight gain.

He didn’t seem to like the sugary taste, and immediately put down his fork.

Jude: Got the perfect job for ya.

Kate: What is it?

Jude: Deliver all o’ the finished documents to the department heads in the company.

Kate: That much?!

Thinking back to all the documents left on my desk, I felt overwhelmed.

Jude: Kate.

Kate: Yes, [MUMPH]

Bite by bite, he feeds me his dessert.

Kate: Wai-, Jude, Ju-

As soon as I gulped down the last mouthful, he flashed a wicked smile.

Jude: Ya ate desserts for two, so ya can work fer that much, yeah?

Kate: —You DEMON!

Jude: Ha!

As we glared at each other, I heard Ellis’ heartwarming voice,

Ellis: Hehe, Jude and Kate, you both look like you’re having fun today too.

Jude & Kate: Ain’t havin’ fun. • I’m not having fun.

And so, the lunch break ends.

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[alittlegiraffe]

Title: Stand By Me

Marshall knew your relationship with your mother was complicated.

You never talked about it much, but he noticed the way your body tensed when she called, the way your voice changed when you spoke to her. You’d plaster on a polite smile, but your eyes would dim, your shoulders would sink just a little.

At first, he didn’t push. He knew what it was like to have family issues, knew the guilt and obligation that came with it. But as time passed, he saw the way it weighed on you—how every conversation left you drained, how her words clung to you like poison long after the calls ended.

And he hated it.

Because he loved you. And watching someone tear you down, even if it was your own mother, made his blood boil.

But what could he do?

You were an adult. You had to navigate this on your own. So he did the only thing he could—he stayed by your side, ready to catch you whenever she knocked you down.

Until one night, he couldn’t stay silent anymore.

You hadn’t wanted to go.

Marshall could see it in your face when you told him your mom wanted to have dinner. The hesitation. The forced smile.

“You don’t have to go,” he reminded you gently.

“I know,” you sighed, “but it’s easier this way.”

That didn’t sit right with him. It never did.

But he didn’t argue. Instead, he grabbed his keys. “Then I’m coming with you.”

Your smile, this time, was real. “Thank you.”

The dinner started off tense.

Your mother was polite—too polite, the kind of fake sweetness that Marshall had learned to recognize. She complimented the restaurant choice, asked about your job, made a few passing comments about how ‘different’ you looked (Was that supposed to be a compliment?).

You did what you always did—nodded, smiled, answered her in that careful, measured way that told him you were just trying to get through it.

And then?

Then she started in on you.

“I just don’t understand why you’re so distant lately,” she sighed, swirling her wine glass. “I mean, I am your mother.”

You tensed. “I’ve just been busy.”

“Too busy to call? Too busy to keep up with your own family?”

Marshall clenched his jaw.

You let out a breath, clearly trying to stay calm. “Mom, let’s not do this here.”

“Oh, so now I can’t even ask questions? I’m just supposed to sit here and pretend I don’t notice how much you’ve changed?”

Your fingers gripped the edge of the table, your knuckles going white. “I didn’t change.”

Your mother scoffed. “Of course you did. You used to be so sweet, so considerate. Now it’s like you don’t even care.”

That was it.

Marshall had kept his mouth shut for as long as he could, but seeing the way her words broke you, the way your shoulders curled in like you were trying to disappear—he wasn’t letting that slide.

He leaned forward, voice low but dangerous.

“Nah. She didn’t change. She just stopped lettin’ you control her.”

Silence.

Your mother blinked, clearly taken aback. “Excuse me?”

Marshall didn’t back down. His gaze was steady, unwavering. “You act like she owes you somethin’ just ‘cause you’re her mother. But family ain’t supposed to make you feel like shit.”

Your breath hitched.

Your mother narrowed her eyes at him. “This isn’t your business.”

“The hell it ain’t.” His voice was calm, but there was steel behind it. “She’s my wife. When you hurt her, it is my business.”

You stared at him, your heart in your throat.

He wasn’t just defending you. He was protecting you in a way no one ever had before.

Your mother scoffed, setting down her glass with a sharp clink. “I see. So this is what it is now? You’re letting him turn you against your own mother?”

Marshall laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “She don’t need me to do that. You did it all on your own.”

The tension at the table was suffocating. Your mother looked like she wanted to argue, but Marshall wasn’t giving her the chance. He turned to you, his expression softening.

“You ready to go, baby?”

You hesitated.

Then, for the first time in your life, you nodded.

“Yeah. I am.”

Marshall placed a few bills on the table, grabbed your hand, and led you out of the restaurant without looking back.

You didn’t speak until you were in the car, his hand still wrapped around yours.

Then, finally, you whispered, “I don’t know what to say.”

He glanced over, squeezing your fingers. “You don’t gotta say nothin’.”

You swallowed hard. “No one’s ever stood up for me like that before.”

His jaw tightened. “They should have.”

You let out a shaky breath, your eyes shining. “Thank you.”

He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “Ain’t gotta thank me for that, baby. That’s just what you do when you love someone.”

Your chest ached, but for once, it wasn’t from hurt.

It was from knowing.

Knowing that no matter what happened, no matter who tried to tear you down—

Marshall would always be there to catch you.

[operationslipperypuppet]

ballad of a green knight beverly toegold

a quick (ten minute) and harrowing combination of campaign one of naddpod (and our favorite dad who made a bad deal but also his son, who shares his name) with emily's ballad of a green knight

transcript under the cut!

lyrics from Ballad of a Green Knight with NADDPod C1 moments. Lyrics are in italics. Episode numbers quotes are pulled from are in parentheses next to the line.

darling I can't see you anymore

Beverly (Caldwell): Take us to the land where my people may heal. Take us to the Feywild. (20)

I'm afraid they've summoned me to war.

Murph: The garden glows green, then takes on a gel-like consistency, then gets brighter and brighter as Bev’s dad and company are pulled into it. The last thing you see is a face full of green goo as Uncle Duck is swallowed down by the flowerbed and the green knights and the green teens escape to the Feywild! (20)

Promises I have made to the Queen and to the Fae

Cran (Murph): When we traveled through the portal, we landed in the Summer Court. King Lestibourne and Queen Cirilla accepted us with open arms. And in return, we defended their kingdom. (47)

And I intend to keep ‘em with my sword.

Cran: He went to the Winter Court to try to track down King Lestibourne. (47)

Darling if I never make it home to you

Bev Senior (Murph): You tell her the truth, Bev. You tell your mom that I died in the Feywild. (58)

I’ll visit you as butterflies and dew.

Martha (Murph): Your father, he came to me in a dream, and it was, I don’t know, I just, uh, I knew it was real. (70)

In another place and time, I swear I would have made you mine

Martha: Oh, wait, you - your father never came home. Usually - He’ll get home late sometimes but, oh boy, he works hard, you know? I love him. I don’t know what I’d do without him. (14)

But I have got a duty to strike true.

Murph: Bev Senior just Fey Stepping away and he’ll just fall and (sword noises) blade clashing against Barrett Brisden’s. (57)

 Green though I be, remember me

Murph: You see this little halfling man, this Green Knight, this Knight of the Summer Court, Captain Beverly Toegold IV, Fey Steps, doesn’t Misty Step, Fey steps over to this angel and grabs its ankles.

Bev Senior: Let go of my boy, you sons of b-s! (52)

Who I could have been if we lived in peace

Murph: You see that there are like 20 copies of him, like, trying to write you that letter and say that he was proud of you, and he kept throwing them out.. (14)

Married my blade to the fate of the Fae

Bev Senior: I sure as heck ain’t letting somebody just kill my dang queen, okay? (56)

Traded my days for honor and fame

Murph: You see Bev Senior shaking hands with Akarot. (57)

Green be my steel, be my bow, be my shield

Murph: The high priest Merrick Highhill is reading the Vizier his last rites and your father is there with a sword drawn, looking stoic. (80)

Pledged to defend the vine and the hedge

Murph: The Vizier extends his neck. Your father swings the blade.

Beverly: And I watch the blade fall.

Murph: Um, you see the Vizier’s head is severed from his neck and rolls forward. (80)

Remember me when the leaves and the breeze

Martha: It - I - I could tell he was there, but he was different, and I knew he wanted to help me, but there was something cold and distant about him. (70)

And the trees start to tease the first breath of spring

Martha: Bev, he - he told me that everything will be alright in the end if you do what needs to be done. (70)

I would’ve loved to pledge myself to you

Murph: He just was hard on you because he didn’t want you to make a misstep and die and be another person that he lost. (14)

But that is not the world that I was born into

Bev Senior: Okay, when I was growing up, I had six siblings, and now I got none. So I need you to stick around, kiddo, alright? (13)

A knight is always forged in the crucible of war 

Bev Senior: We had three Toegolds that died in the war against the Giants. We had two Toegolds that died in the war against Asmodeous, and then we had your Uncle Ronald who fell off a dang balloon, okay? And he was goofing around, okay? (13)

And that is what I gave my word to do

Bev Senior: I couldn’t - I couldn't have helped you without - without Akarot, without - without his power. (58) 

So I will fight with all my verdant might

Murph: You see your father has given you a strategy guide on how to beat him. (70)

The blight of night will never dim my light

Murph: This is the same lay on hands that your father would cast on you, like, when you fell off a horse when you were first learning how to ride. Um, this is the lay hands that was used on you when you, um, broke your nose using sparring swords, um, when you were first learning to fight as a Green Teen. This feels more like your father than this monster that is in front of you. (81)

Though the memory of you makes me turn a shade of blue

Bev Senior: You turn around and you face Thiala, the one who took our home from us. Pick a side, Beverly. (80)

A Green Knight has a duty to the Wild

Beverly: I try to reach out to the spores, I try to reach out to the amulet. I just try to reach out to anything that isn’t this, that isn’t this duty, that I’ve always felt deep down. (80)

Green from my head to my toes, ‘til my death

Bev Senior: I always, I knew I could make the deal 'cause I - I knew you’d stop me. (81)

Pledged to protect the vine and the hedge

Murph: Your dad, he retains the parts of his personality that are the worst things about him. Um, and then other than that, he’s just a devil that serves Ilsed. (81)

Green is my blood, I’m sorry my love

Alanis (Murph): I like to let other people make their own decisions, but your dad was insistent that you could stop him and I thought he was right. (83)

Remember us after I’m gone

Bev Senior: I love you, Bev.

Murph: Your father starts to weep, and you see a vision of an angelic woman with a wimple take him into her arms. (81)

Oh that I could be in love and be good

Moonshine (Emily): And it’s very important to me to get you back to Martha Toegold and keep you in Bev’s life. He just really missed you. (54)

But I made an oath to the fields and the wood

Moonshine: A child has a duty to his father, but a hero has a duty to the world. Now, I’ve got my opinion of what you are, but it’s time for you to decide. (80)

So think of us all when the snow starts to fall

Moonshine: I tried my best to bring him back to you. (71)

And though we may fall, the order lives on

Jolene (Murph): Alright, let’s do this the right way. Please repeat after me, Beverly Toegold. The Green Knights fight with all their might.

Beverly: The Green Knights fight with all their might. (90)

Darling in another place and time

Martha: You know, and if it doesn’t work out, then we’ll all just go to Shadowfell and we’ll buy a nice little house. (99)

I’d have been content to make you mine

Bev Senior: I knew you'd be able to stop whatever was in your way, even if that was me.  Part of this journey is becoming your own person. As long as you fight for what's right, that's what the light is to you. (93)

And in the dream of death, I’ll dream the life I could have had

Bev Senior: The Dusk Mother sent me to Shadowfell to do penance for selling my soul there for a minute. (93)

If  I hadn’t pledged myself to hedge and vine

Lydia (Murph): You’re looking at the captain of my shadow guard, Beverly Toegold IV. (93)