#if you’re reading this I’m gonna getcha

[partickleaccelerator]

It’s so much fun having such ticklish mutuals as mine. Love you all to death.

[arminsumi]

Hii can we pls get an extremely smitten in love like love sick gojo pls?????

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤

A/N: ABSOLUTELY!! 🥰

Wc ≈ 1.7k

Pairing: GOJO Satoru x f.reader

Summary: the annoying popular boy at college has his heart set on you 😌💕

Warnings; it's a little cheesy

There’s a white-haired boy that always, always sits next to you in every single class. He’s got the looks that kill, one-of-a-kind features, almost too pretty to be on earth; the kind of boy that makes even teachers stutter in the middle of their lecture simply because of his presence.

So many girls fawn over him, like he’s the rockstar of your college with a bunch of groupies following wherever he goes.

And that ticks off one reason you don’t like Gojo Satoru.

The other reasons? To narrow it down; he’s an arrogant cocky flirty bastard who will not stop asking you out to parties and dates. Persistent and determined to make you crack and finally fall for him. Relentless and fast in his pursuit of your heart no matter how far it runs – he’s gonna getcha, he knows it, it’s just a matter of time.

He’s never felt this deeply or intensely. It makes his head spin. When you walk in the room, when you speak, when he sees your name on an attendee list… it has him feeling tingly and lightheaded. Even getting a text from you makes him jump; he replies in two seconds and pouts when you leave him on read. He even complains to his mom and Suguru about you.

This boy is the walking symptoms of lovesick.

But he’s in heavy denial about it. No, no – he’s not obsessed, you’re obsessed. He’s not crushing on you; you’re crushing on him. He’s not chasing you; you’re chasing him. He doesn’t wanna kiss you, you wanna kiss him.

“You have such a fat crush on me.” He smirks, talking unashamedly loudly so everyone who’s passing down the columned corridor can hear.

You sigh. “No I don't, Gojo.”

“It’s Satoru to you,” he winks, “And anyways, you’re not busy this afternoon, yeah?”

“Actually I am – ”

“Great! Let’s go out.”

Your whole face spells how frustrated you are.

“Oh my god…” you sigh, getting up for your next class which was in two minutes – Gojo took up all your time. Your friends had long slipped away after he gave them a glare, snickering as they did because they thought the whole thing between you and him was hilarious.

His long legs strode next to you down the corridor.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“To class.” you replied.

“Let me walk you there.” he offered eagerly.

“Thanks, but there’s really no need.” you replied.

He looked at you like a sad puppy, so you gave in. “Oh my god, fine then.”

“Ask me nicely.”

“What!” you looked at him incredulously, “You’re the one who – oh my god never mind. Walk me to class, Gojo.”

He grinned in satisfaction. You almost wanted to smack him.

“It’s Satoru.” He corrected.

“I’m not calling you that. We’re not friends.” You said.

“Gosh, you’re breaking my heart!” he jokes, but deep down he was a little cut by that. You could tell by how he said no more smart remarks. He was silent.

You slid into your seat, watching your professor prepare the sliding whiteboards with awful scribbles of calculus. Gojo slid right next to you, settling his smart ass down a little closer than last time. He was aching to get closer to you in any way he could.

“I need a pen.” He whispered under his breath to you as soon as the lecture began.

“Seriously? Again? Where do you keep putting the ones I give you, up your ass?”

He smirked at you. Pretty blue eyes peaked over the rims of his sunglasses. You weren’t the only one to notice that he had them on indoors; the professor glanced over and immediately reprimanded him.

“Gojo, glasses off indoors, please. Don’t make me keep reminding you.” She said.

Gojo grumbled and reluctantly took them off, setting them down on the desk. You’d already began hastily scribbling notes, but all Gojo managed to do for the first ten or fifteen minutes of the lecture was drum his borrowed pen on his empty spiralbound notebook. He stole thirsted glances of you out of the corner of his eyes.

At some point his attention solely focused on you.

He observed you intently; the way you held your pen, the pace at which you write, your handwriting, how you leaned over just enough for your breasts to lightly squish against the desk.

“Hey.” He whispered to you.

You looked at him bemusedly. Ah, here he goes again. Fifteen minutes in and he has something to say to you.

“Can I copy your notes?” he asked.

“Seriously?” you whisper-shouted. The professor was so deep into her lecture about calculus that she didn’t notice Gojo starting to chat you up.

Asking to copy your notes was just his entry into flirting; what followed next was “I like your handwriting” and “so about that date…” and “there’s a party at my place this weekend…” and “wanna ditch this class together?”

“Satoru,” you said, “shut up, please.”

He shut up, not because you asked him to – he would have gone on and on despite your wishes, but you called his name. That took him aback so much so that he actually had to recompose himself and sit back, take in a breath, think for a bit. The way you pronounced his name had him in pieces.

Now came the part of the lecture where Satoru started making you laugh. You tried so hard not to, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction – but he had a good humour, you couldn’t deny a few breathy laughs here or there.

His unwavering stare was so distracting. That and the fact he kicked his feet up on the desk. He took them down when the professor turned around, and then resumed his lazy position as soon as she turned back to the whiteboard.

“Satoru,” you began, “How is it that you never take notes and still pass?”

He shrugged. “I’m a prodigy. You’re sitting next to a real genius.”

You regretted asking.

He felt bad, so he gave you a small honest answer. “I cram at night.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Would be nice to have a study buddy…” he suggested.

“No.”

“But wouldn’t it be nice? Let’s study in the library later.”

“No – ”

“Okay! I’ll meet ya there!” he smiled decisively, choosing to ignore your decline.

The class concluded, and Gojo lingered by your desk waiting for you to pack up. Some lovestruck girls always approached him at that point, and he held small talk with them. He absolutely let their compliments fuel his ego.

You tried to take advantage of the fact he was distracted by them so you could slip out of the lecture theatre unnoticed. But he had good eyes.

“Oh, gotta go. Bye.” He said hastily, eyes locked on you like you were his target. He practically tumbled down the desk levels to get to you.

Just as you disappeared beyond the door, he caught up with you, lanky body colliding with yours on ‘accident’. You thought it was deliberate, but it really was an accident – he was so clumsy around you. He threw you a lopsided, apologetic smile.

That familiar sad puppy expression developed on his features as you walked quickly down the corridor and ignored him. Inside, you were bitter about how he bathed in those girl’s attention.

He had his hands behind his back. A peculiar thing – he usually walked like he owned the place with his hands swinging like a model on a runway. You stopped abruptly in your tracks when you noticed his deflated behavior. He bumped into you again.

“Hey…”

“Sorry.” He muttered apologetically.

“… wanna get lunch together, after studying?” you offered, feeling bad for how you ignored him the whole walk to the library.

His eyes lit up. “Yeah! Yeah… uh, yes.” He almost choked. “Absolutely.”

After that, he had a pep in his step as he followed you into the library.

Studying with him was super unproductive. He kept teasing your face, pinching your cheeks and ears to get your attention and then when he had it, he started rambling about something.

Then he pulled giggles out of you. He did such goofy, stupid things.

“Look.” He said, so you looked away from your textbook.

You shook your head.

He had balanced a book on his head and bit his borrowed pen between his pearly whites.

“Don’t put my pen in your mouth! I don’t want your germs.” You said.

He grinned.

You had to admit… that was an attractive smile. The way his Addam’s apple subtly shifted. The way his eyes lit up. The way his eyes creased.

He took the book off his head and the pen out of his mouth.

“You don’t want my germs?” he pouted jokingly.

“No, no way.”

“How are we ever gonna kiss?”

“E – excuse m – what? Huh?”

Gojo giggled. He threw that in just to see your reaction.

“You sooo wanna kiss me.” He teased.

“Uh… I don’t…” you swallowed.

“You’re such a bad liar.” He said, his tone shifting into a genuinely serious one.

“I’m not lying. I’d never kiss you.” You spoke.

“Yeah?”

He brought his face closer to you. So close you could see the subtle freckles on his pale cheeks.

“What would you do if I kissed you?” Gojo asked, peering at your soul with his eyes.

You stuttered, too stunned to response. What would you do? It was a genuine question, you could tell by the tone of his voice and look in his eyes. He really wanted to know.

“I don’t know…” you responded.

“Have you thought about it at all?” he asked. A slight nervousness shook his vocals. There was the smallest of voice cracks as he said ‘thought’.

Should you have been honest? You were looking into his eyes contemplatively. Was he trying to trick you? Was he gonna get an answer out of your lips and then humiliate you with it?

You just bit the bullet and said it.

“Yeah, I guess I have.”

His eyes searched for any hints that you were kidding. You got his heart thumping, his blood rushing around so hard he felt dizzy.

It looked like he wanted to kiss you really badly, but your phone went off and ruined the moment completely. The lovey air dissolved between you and him and he wished it hadn't.

While you hastily took your phone call, you noticed out of the corner of your eyes that Gojo had a boyish blush on his face.

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[tornadeoqueen]

love can be fun, a hangster rodeo au

“No shit, you’re a Bradshaw Bradshaw?”

“Yup, Bradley Bradshaw, in the flesh.” Looking out at the crowd again, he nods his head at someone across the room who called his name.

“And you don’t ride? Because I would have known if you rode with a dumbass name like that.” Bradley just rolls his eyes. “Shit, what a waste of talent,” Jake laments, sipping his drink with a shake of his head.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Bradley drawls, “I get my thrills in other ways.” Another salacious once over, enough to send a rush of heat through Jake’s body. The insinuation is clear, heavy. Jake grins like the cat that got the cream.

or,

summer romance montage, rodeo fic style.

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Happy birthday @hangmanbradshaw ❤️!!!

I wrote my first ever fic!!! I’ve been working on it all year and it’s finally here!!! It’s also my birthday present to Steph, one of my favourite people in the world and without whom this fic wouldn’t exist.

Title and inspo for the fic come from I’m Gonna Getcha Good! By Shania Twain.

You can read it on ao3.

[starlightrosa]

Mabel Pines, Journal Thief

With thanks to @gravityfallsaddict124 for this utterly adorable prompt! Always wanted to write for Gravity Falls, so I do hope this is well-received!

Summary: All Dipper wanted to do was read his journal before bed. But Mabel had other plans. At least Dipper knows how to make Mabel give it back.

A/N: Much platonic, most wow. Also Dipper's a little mean in this one, so read with caution if you're in a lee mood :D

Word Count: 1.6k

Enjoy <3

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It had been a weird and wonderful day in Gravity Falls, like usual. In the aftermath of the latest crazy hijinks, featuring an innocent task of dealing with the gnomes on the front lawn of the Mystery Shack due to their Grunkle Stan’s complaints about the short and bearded misters appearing and terrifying the paying customers, the plan was for Dipper to read through his journal quietly until he had to sleep. Until…

“Ugh! Mabel, give me it back!” Dipper implored, even as he chased his twin sister around the Mystery Shack. Mabel giggled as she was still racing around the home, Journal #3 held tight in her hands.

“Gotta catch me first, Dipper!” Mabel crowed. “I’m on five ultra-shots of Mabel Juice, you’ll never get this journal off of me, little brother!”

“Ugh! Mabel, come on! This isn’t funny!” Dipper said, getting annoyed. Why did Mabel have to do this…? How was he going to catch his sister and get his journal back? Dipper then thought of something. Dipper knew he was ticklish, and twins had a higher chance to share their weaknesses. Which meant…!

“Oh, Mabel! I’m gonna getcha~!” came the crooning call from Dipper. Mabel’s feet screeched to a halt, enough to Dipper to lunge forth and grab her, taking his sibling to the floor. Mabel gasped and looked up, to see Dipper’s hands gripping her wrists and pulling them over her head.

“What?!” Mabel asked, giggling nervously as she tried wriggling out, but there was no give. Dipper grinned.

“I did ask nicely, Mabel. But since you won’t give back what belongs to me, I’ll just make you give it back.” Dipper said, his fingers not ceasing their wiggling as he slowly lowered those digits down to Mabel’s sides.

Mabel closed her eyes, giggling freely. But when no tickles came, she peeked one eye open and looked to Dipper, who smirked above her.

“Whahahat are you doing? Just dohoho it, Dihihipper!” Mabel complained. But Dipper chuckled and shook his head in response, not letting his twin turn her sight away from the ever wiggling digits.

“I’m gonna get ya good, Mabel. You know I will.” Dipper continued, enjoying Mabel’s quiet and nervous laughter way more than he probably should. “And I’m not gonna stop the tickles you’re gonna get until you’re crying…”

Mabel’s cheeks burned red and she did her best to turn her head away from Dipper.

“Oh, right. I forgot how the word makes you blush.” Dipper chuckled. “Does it make you feel tingly, Mabel?”

Mabel’s anticipatory smile was so wide by now, one could assume it almost looked painful. But the stubborn girl held herself together as best as she could, despite Dipper’s teasing croons that were working wonders to stir her nerves up.

“D-Dip… we can talk about this. From one twin to another…” Mabel stuttered, trying to bargain her way out of her impending doom. Dipper’s mischievous grin widened, as did Mabel’s own, but more from a nervous standpoint rather than a mischief-laced one.

“Nothing to talk about, Mabel.” Dipper responded. “Revenge is sweet.” he said, before his wiggling digits finally landed and took off along Mabel’s stomach, pinching along her lower stomach. For Mabel, to finally get her tickles Dipper promised was a bit like a twisted blessing. No more anticipation, cause she was never the best at handling that anyway.

But now Mabel’s senses were overwhelmed with maddening tickles inflicted by her cheeky twin brother, her mind overcome with only one recurring thought: “It tickles, it tickles, it tickles, it tickles, it tickles!”

And poor Mabel shrieked before she fell into hysteric giggles, pushing at Dipper’s hands the best that she could.

“D-DIPPER! NOHOHOHO!!!!” Mabel squealed, the girl lost in a world of near-musical laughter that was a delight to hear.

“No? No, no tickles here?” Dipper asked, smiling.

Mabel shook her head, the girl trying her best to plead, but to Dipper, it just sounded like a mix of pleas and nonsensical words that Mabel made up, none of which could be made to be articulate by anyone, no matter the level of their IQ. But let’s be honest… not like Dipper was going to end his fun too early.

“You think I’ll let go? Not happening, Mabel. Not yet, anyway. Maybe I should go right here~!” Dipper said, moving his ticklish touch to flip Mabel over. His fingers began to spider along Mabel’s back, tickling softly down her spine and squeezing right the way back up.

Mabel was squeaking like a mouse on the run from Grunkle Stan with a broom, laughing into the carpet below, her fists weakly banging into the soft plush fabric. “N-NOHOHOHOT THERE EITHER, DIPPER!”

Oh, as for Dipper? He was having the time of his life right now. “Well, where then, Mabel? Where should I go? Can’t leave any tickle spot of yours unchecked, have to be efficient. Come on, pick somewhere for me.”

Thank goodness that Dipper wasn’t able to see Mabel’s face at the present moment, because Mabel was pretty sure if she went into one of the gnome craters from earlier, buried the soil up to her head and closed her eyes, she could pass for a very large tomato with how red her face was.

“I-I CAHAHAN’T!” Mabel attempted to argue, though it came out muffled from her face still stubbornly smashed into the carpet. Dipper sighed.

“Well, if you’re not gonna choose somewhere, Mabel… guess I’ll just have to go to that spot.” Dipper sighed, faking disappointment. And in that moment, Mabel Pines felt her blood turn to ice at the very implication of Dipper even touching that particular spot… which happened to be the entirety of her ribs.

“D-DON’T YOU DARE!” Mabel demanded, suddenly making a real attempt to escape. But Dipper’s hands were quicker, and he turned Mabel back over so she was now looking up at her cheeky twin brother.

“Oh, I dare. But if you just give me back my journal, this can stop.” Dipper encouraged, reaching down to take it. But Mabel simply shoved the journal under her sweater, and then she blew a raspberry at Dipper in response, giggling at his grumbled response.

“You little…” Dipper mumbled, before his confidence came back. “Oh, you’re gonna wish you didn’t do that, Mabel.”

Mabel’s confidence wavered as she felt a weight settle across her legs. And one simple look provided her with the reason: Dipper had made himself comfortable and held her hands in one of his own, while the other was inching her sweater and shirt up. The journal sat on top of her bare stomach, and Dipper took the book out of harm’s way, resting his freed hand on Mabel’s ribs.

Mabel’s breath caught in her throat, and a barely repressed squeak left her tightly-zipped lips as she felt Dipper’s nails stationary near the very ticklish bones. Dipper grinned. He knew just how ticklish Mabel was here, but he couldn’t resist a little more verbal teasing. His fingers made torturously slow circles on her ribs as he spoke.

“This spot is my favourite. You know that, Mabel? I can do anything I want here, at any pace I want. Soft tickles make you a little giggle-train, but if I blow a raspberry here, or count every ticklish rib you have… well, you can shriek so loud, you’d make someone think you’re being murdered. I don’t know if you could make Sheriff Blubs or Deputy Durland hear you from here, but it wouldn’t surprise me one bit.” Dipper recalled.

Mabel groaned through her barely-repressed snickers. “Yeah, yeah.”

Dipper waited a few moments more, and when he felt the tension ease from Mabel’s body, he struck. He pressed his hands on her ribs and delivered a series of rapid fire pokes and pinches, making sure to massage the spaces between the bones to pull the best reactions out of his ticklish twin sister.

And Dipper got the reactions from Mabel immediately. The poor girl fell into shrieking cackles at once. Her ribs were overcome with tingles, and it was driving Mabel absolutely mental.

“D-DIHIHIHIPPER! NOHOHOHO-! I CAHAHAHAN’T-! THAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAHAD, DIP!” Mabel managed to press out through her hysterical laughter.

“Man, you’re loud.” Dipper murmured, adding Mabel’s hips to the already very ticklish mix. Mabel’s laughter went much more silent, the feeling of both of her bad tickle spots at once completely throwing her into silence, much to Dipper’s amusement.

“That’s much better. If I knew both of your good spots earlier, I could’ve saved myself so many headaches.” Dipper joked. “Have you gotten more ticklish or something, Mabel? Cause I’m pretty sure you have.”

Mabel was truly stuck right now. Tears glistened in her eyes, and her stomach was beginning to hurt from all this laughing. She coughed through her waning giggles, and Dipper heard it.

“Say sorry and I’ll stop.” Dipper said, slowing his tickles down so Mabel could actually speak, but not stopping just yet, waiting patiently as Mabel caught her breath, Dipper having traced slow circles on her stomach while he waited for her to speak.

It took Mabel a while, but eventually she managed to get it out. “Ah… m’sorry, Dip…”

“Okay, good. And you promise that you won’t take my journal again?” Dipper asked. Mabel nodded. Dipper hummed, not quite satisfied with that answer. His traces picked up ever so slightly, to a muffled squeak from Mabel again.

“Gonna need verbal confirmation there, Mabel.” Dipper said. Mabel groaned but she eventually gave in.

“Alright, alright. I… I promise.” Mabel responded. And Dipper grinned.

“And you also say that I’m the best brother in the whole world and you’re lucky to have me?”

Mabel groaned loudly. “D-Dipper!”

Dipper finally stopped his fingers and helped Mabel up, dusting her sweater down.

“If you try this again, Mabel… what I did just now is going to seem merciful.” Dipper stated, taking his journal into his arms and leaving to their shared room to read in peace.

Mabel stood alone in this room for now. As she left the room soon after Dipper, one thing remained in her mind.

“I am so taking that dumb book again.”

[sheeluvsme]

John Soap mactavish headcannons !

LETTS GET READY TO RUMBLEEE!! Hi everyone! I saw how everyone really liked my last post about price and Valeria !!! So i figured I’ll do our boy soap next :))!! Who should I write about next? I was thinking könig…lmk!!

CW// This is SFW and NSFW!! there will be female anatomy used Lightly, also NOT proof read LMAOO , ANGST! ( warning nurse! Reader, brief death) semi public stuff? Just let me know if I missed anything!!

When you first met soap , you really thought he was WEIRD AS SHIT

He like completely puzzled you with his jokes 😭

You two met at a pub!! He had claimed to think your face was familiar and you told him you worked for army medical. You were a army nurse ! That’s when it clicked in his tiny little brain, because lord knows he’s been to medical lotssss of times.

The first thing that pulled him in was your laugh. When you finally started laughing at his stupid jokes he couldn’t help but smile like a teen boy.

Soap is also good to you! He i a sweetheart and lovessss taking you wherever you want to go, he mostly likes going shopping with your for two very important reasons 1. To make sure no one fucks with you 2. So he can get his favorite candy.

He actually likes watching you shop and be in your own little world! He thinks it’s cute because when he’s focused he does the same thing.

He knows you have anxiety about alottttt of things and he is right there for you! He knows public places scare you because of germs and also just some many loud people

He finds it funny your so loud and assistive at your place of work but as soon as you hit the public you turn into a shy little thing and he adores it!

Especially when you don’t want to bother people, your sitting there with your cart … waiting for this one person to move… and he’s like “ what you waitin’ for lass?” And you jester to the person in-front of you. He can’t help but smile and shake his head at you “ excuse meh’ ! We gotta get by you” he louder then he should of announced 😭

Soap always says the most random funny shit to you, he knows you have quite a gruesome sad job sometimes , so coming back home with him and his humor really helps!!

One day you absolutely came home in tears , you were shattered, your heart felt so so sore. He couldn’t help but immediately sore to you hold you. “ aye aye ..sweetheart what’s wrong-?! Did someone hurt you? Is it your boss again because I swea-“ you just shake your head no. You quietly explain to him through your tears a kid died on you. There was nothing you could really do but make them comfortable but you couldn’t help but feel sorrow. Because you definitely wanted kids with soap. So this scared you. He just holds you so tightly stroking your hair. “ it’s ok sweetheart. You did your absolute best. It’s ok..”

He always know how to exactly get you feeling better. Even if your sick ! You yell at him to stay away from you because you’re sick and have gross germs!! But he literally couldn’t care he picks you up anyways kissing you and hugging you!

He wasn’t very educated on periods at first but you definitely taught him , maybe a little too graphic because after he hugged you and told you how lucky he is to have a dick LMAOO

On your period he like genuinely calls it ‘ Shark week! ‘

He’s the type to say , when you ask him to grab you pads and says ‘ what size pussy you got ‘ PLSPSLLSL

You catch this man listening to the lady Gaga or Katie Perry 100% AND YOU KNOW WHAT HE LITERALLY HAS NO SHAME

He thinks your just the prettiest thing wearing his shirts !! Makes him secretly go nuts

He admires you a lot , the way you have to be up at ASS O’CLOCK in the morning for work and you still make him lunch or morning coffee???? He wants to be YOU when he grows up LMAOO

NSFW

He also like price has a primal urge to make you his baby momma LMAOO

He loves telling you that during sex “ yeah? Like that? You like when I’m deep inside you hm? Gonna’ getcha’ fucking pregnant with my kid.”

He is a MAJOR bitter

He loves biting you everywhere and leaving his marks on you. It’s his favorite thing getting up after you watching you slip on your scrubs and try and cover your neck bites with makeup. He can’t help but cheekily smile

He is also a MAJOR pussy eater , loveessss eating you like a starved man , especially overstimulation.

He will eat you over and over and over till your literally sobbing and saying you can’t anymore ( he of course respects your request)

He is BIGGGG on in public stuff ‼️‼️

Like if your out for a nice dinner you can’t help but send a glare his way as his hand creeps up your thigh. “ what do you think your doing?” You playfully smack his hand away. “ what dose it look like I’m doing hm?” He whispers. “ it looks like your focused on the wrong food.” You keep yourself together as you sip your wine. “ I’m a man who likes his dessert before his dinner what can I say?” You choke on your wine.

DONT even get me started when your out clubbing together going to a pub with a few of 141 to have a good time , you yourself are having too much of a good time. Your buzzed , warm , and feeling damn good, your make up worked out perfectly and your clothes fit you JUST right.

Soap leaves his eyes off you for one minute and he sees gaz and price chuckling as they point to you , clearly having the time of your life in the crowded dance floor , soap is chuckling too until he notices a guy gawking you and obviously too close for his comfort. Your oblivious to what’s happening honestly there’s so many people smooshed together, your too focused on dancing.

He quickly sets down his drink squeezing through people, quickly apologizing. He grabs your waist quickly pulling you close before looking back at the guy that was very close to touching what’s his. Soap quickly says “ step off. She’s with me.” You quickly turn around to see your beautiful boyfriend and smile “ Johnny!! I was wondering when you’d come out here and show off your sweet dance moves!” Obviously teasing him. Because his ass can not dance 😭

Soap hears you and smiles but he’s quietly brewing. Suddenly he’s dragging you to the clubs bathroom. Thank god it’s a single use. “ wha- cmon was my dancing that embarrassing?” You tease him wondering what the hell is happening. “ no love. Not that. Just..” her huffs grabbing you pulling you close. “ people keep ogling’ whats mine. I don’t take very kindly to it.” Your cheeks heat up. You’ve never seen him like this but your not complaining. You didn’t even notice people looking at you. “ well I promise I’m all yours Johnny..” he quickly sticks his lips to yours. Hungrily kissing you , licking into you. “ soap- every one else is gonna-“ he quickly cuts you off. “ let them. I’m having you right now whether they like it or not.”

Soap seems more dominant but he is half and half sometimes he just needs to be your good boy ‼️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️

He absolutely LOVESSSSS when you top him or sit on his face. If he’s tired but still really wants you THATS when he turns into putty in your hands.

He fucking loves when you pull on his Mohawk ‼️ he can’t help but whimper and god damn is so beautiful.

BIG ON PRAISE let that poor boy know he’s doing good!!! Degrading him just makes him feel competitive, then the tables will turn..

He loves begging you to let him cum in you , “ please- please let me cum in you. Fucking hell!- haa- please please. I want you to feel good-“ of course with him you obviously CANT say no!!

He’s also pretty good with after care, he likes taking baths with you because soap does enjoy a good bubble bath!!

Next morning you wake up late because it’s your day off, he’s gone for work already but you smell something? You walk into the kitchen and he made you breakfast and coffee with a small note. “ gotta take care of my girl after she takes care of me , I love ya ! -your secret admirer” and ofc he spells like half of that wrong but its ok because you do indeed love your boyfriend!

Thank you for reading!!! Hope you enjoyed <33

[thatonegirlonhere]

Everyone’s talking about mafia boss bakugou or handy man bakugou or piercer bakugou, what about bartender bakugou. Jesus that would be so hot so here ya go- a gift from me to you.

CW: smut, porn with TONS of plot

(I will be turning this into a series)

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after a 10 hour shift at work burdened with nothing but exhaustion and frustration with your pain in the ass boss, the second you got home you decide that you needed a drink so you ubered to the closest bar you could find knowing that you were going to get drunk. You walked up to the bar, head hanging low, not wanting anyone to even try to talk to you and sat down in one of the bar stools with a huff.

“Damn, you look like you had a rough day” You heard the bartender say as you looked up to see him smirking down at you. “Thanks” you say sarcastically. “What can I getcha” he said with a cocky grin drying a cup. “I don’t know, you choose” you say brushing your hair out of your face. “Alright then, one screw driver coming up” “thanks” you respond tiredly. You watched closely as he poured the liquor and mixed the drink. He was wearing a button up that looked like it was gonna rip open if he flexed his muscles even once. You imagined how he would look shirtless and you shook your head blushing and forcing yourself to look away. ‘This guy probably fucks every girl that walks into this bar and I’m not even going to think about being the next one’ you think to yourself “Here ya go” he said passing the drink to you cutting off your thoughts. You half ass smiled and chugged it all in one go.

Screw drivers aren’t meant to be chugged and you knew that but you did it anyways just trying to clear your head as quickly as possible.

He stared at you with a grin. “Damn, maybe I should’ve given you a couple shots instead. so what happened to you today princess?” You couldn’t help but chuckle at the nickname. “My boss is a dick, if it’s not her way it’s the wrong way whether it works or not. She has the worst god complex I’ve seen in my entire life. She enrolls kids that we don’t have space for and she truly believes she’s doing nothing wrong. I’m just glad it’s Friday so I won’t have to see her for the next two days.” “Teacher huh? You don’t look like a teacher” “yeah I’m a preschool teacher and what’s that supposed to mean” you say this time being the one smirking looking up at him as he towered over you. this guy has got to be at least 6’5 and I mean at LEAST. “No clue, I’ve just never seen a teacher with that many piercings and tattoos.” “Valid” you say as he passes you 2 tequila shots and you down those with no problem at all. You could feel myself starting to get tipsy. “Ya know princess, you’re gonna get pretty drunk pretty soon if you keep that up” there were about 10 other people sitting at the bar and one other bartender. This guy should be helping out with the other customers but seems to be focused on just you. “Yeah that’s the plan. I need to take my mind off of today” you retort quickly. “What’s stopping you from quitting?” “Bills” you say letting out a groan tossing your head back. “Gotta pay rent some how, plus I love the kids it’s just my boss that makes it tough” You say with your head still thrown back against the chair and you laugh. He passes you two more tequila shots and you swallow those ones with ease and start to slur your words. You didn’t even notice how close the bar was to empty. “FINISH UP KATSUKI, BAR CLOSES IN 20!!” A man yells from the back. “Sorry princess, gotta cut you off” the man you now know as bakugo says as he collects your empty glasses. “Katsuki huh?” “Yep, katsuki bakugo at your service.” He said tipping an imaginary hat. You let out a little giggle. “Cute” he said smirking and passing you a glass of water and a bowl of pretzels. “Try and get a little sobered up, princess” “cute huh? I bet you say that to every girl that walks in here” you say as you pop a pretzel in your mouth. “Tch’ no way, all the girls here are either annoying as hell or just not my type” You start to laugh. “So which am I? Your type? Or not annoying? Since you called me cute.” You say eating more pretzels feeling yourself go from straight up drunk to just tipsy. “Both” he says smirking. “What makes me different?” “Hmmmm let’s see, for starters, you didn’t hit on me the second you walked up” he said chuckling. “Ah, and what makes me your type?” “Hah, that’s an easy one, the piercings, the dyed hair, your sarcasm, not to mention you’re pretty funny, oh and can’t forget the fact that you’re cute as hell, and definitely submissive judging by the fact that you blushed every time I called you princess” you could feel the heat in your cheeks rising. “Well you’re not too bad looking yourself” you say resting your chin on your hand. “10 MINUTES KATSUKI” the man in the back shouted again. “SHUT UP OLD MAN, I KNOW” katsuki quickly shouts back. “Wow, you talk to your boss like that?” You say laughing and eating the last of the pretzels and drinking the rest of your water. “Eh, he’s my uncle” “oooohhhhhhh” you say rolling your eyes. As katsuki quickly wipes the counter down. “Mind if I drive you home? It’s nearly 2am” he asked nervously. “Mmm I don’t know, is it smart to get in a strangers car? I can just take an Uber” he rolled his eyes. “Okay so an Uber driver is more of a stranger than I am, we’ve been talking for the last 2 hours and you’d rather go with someone you’ve never even spoken to?” I sigh “I was just teasing, I’m not that dumb” you say laughing as you pull out your wallet to pay for the drinks. “On the house princess” you pull your card out anyways passing it to him. “I don’t take handouts” he smirked “crazy woman” he pushed your card back to you and walked over to the register swiping his own.

“No fair!” You shout as he laughs. You watch him walk to the back and clock out laughing. He walked back out and over to you smirking “let’s go princess” you stand up shaking your head in sarcastic disappointment as you followed behind him. He led the two of you to a black dodge challenger and you paused. ‘HOW THE HELL CAN HE AFFORD SOMETHING LIKE THIS AS A BARTENDER?!?!’ You scream internally as he unlocks the car and holds the passenger side door open. He starts to drive “What’s your favorite movie, if I have it then you have to come to my place and watch it with me, deal?” He said “hmmmmmm fine, as embarrassing as it is… 50 shades of grey” You watch as a smirk grows on his face. “Have it” he quickly responded and your eyes went wide “well shit” you said he said with a cocky look on his face. He makes a u-turn and you start heading in the opposite direction. After about 10 minutes you both arrive at his house and you look up in awe at the size. It’s a gorgeous house. It’s a huge house. He smiles seeing your reaction. “Let’s go” he hops out and opens your door for you before you get the chance. You step out and he leads you to his front door. He walks you over and shows you where the couch is and pulls out the box set. He pops the first one in the dvd player and sits next to you. You both watch silently but as soon as it started getting ‘heated’ you could feel the slick gathering between your thighs. “Why the hell did I tell the truth, this movies always makes me horny” you thought while blushing. You subconsciously rub your thighs together a little bit and he looks at you. He admired your flushed face and visibly needy body and decided to tease you. “You alright there y/n?” You nod your head biting your lip. “Mhm” You mumble. You try to keep your eyes on the movie so that he hopefully wouldn’t notice the state you’re in but it just makes it worse. You feel his hand placed gently on your thigh, you were wearing shorts and could feel the cold of his metal rings against your flesh and jolt at the touch. “You sure you’re alright princess?” He said smirking and you can tell he knows what going on. “You seem a little on edge, anything I can do to help?” “I- mhm I’ll be fine” you say reminding yourself of earlier when you told yourself you weren’t gonna fuck him. You curse yourself for making that decision. Katsuki gave your thigh a squeeze and you let out a slight whimper. You look over and notice a bulge in his jeans. “I- fuck.. I told myself I wouldn’t fuck you-“ “told, or promised?” He said chuckling moving his thigh closer to your heat. He has a point. You didn’t promise. “Told” you say shakily. “By the looks of it, you seem like you need me to fuck you, do you want me to make you feel better princess?” He said as he trailed his hand further up tugging slightly at your shorts. “Mhm” you wimper. “Need conformation princess” “fuck- yes katsuki just fuck me” you say embarrassed. “Gonna need a safe word too, I go pretty rough” you groan in annoyance. “Angel shot” you say breathing heavy as he starts to suck on your neck. “Ironic, isn’t it?” he said chuckling. “Shut up katsuki” You say tilting your head back. He quickly stands up and scoops you up like you’re lighter than a feather and Caries you to his bed. He places you down and leans over you kissing your roughly and you can feel him unbuttoning your pants. With one swift motion he pulls both your shorts and your underwear off of you. “Hm, you need me more than I thought princes.” He said dragging two fingers along your folds scooping up some of your slick and tasting it. “Tastes good too” he said as he got on his knees and pushed your legs apart. You havnt had sex in months and know this is going to be a wild ride. “How about i taste a little more” he said lowering his head down and gliding his tongue slowly against your folds flicking it right as the tip of his tongue reached your clit. You jolt at the sudden sensation. ”my princess is so sensitive, how long did you think you would be able to hold on watching this movie”

You squeeze your eyes shut as he starting sucking on your clit waiting for your answer “Ngk- I forgot- fuck~ what is does to me” you whimper as he continues to devour your pussy. “Gonna make you cum with just my mouth before I do anything else princess” he slipped his tongue inside of Of you and you through your head back. He took his tongue out and roughly sucked and licked your clit. You could already feel the knot in your stomach building. As he continued abusing your pussy with his tongue. “You’re- Mm you’re good” You say with unsteady breaths. He blew on your clit sending a shiver through your body and pushing your right over the edge. It took one last flick of the tongue and you were coming undone whining and whimpering as he licked up every bit of your release like a dog who hasn’t had water in days. He pulls away and smirks at your flushed still mostly clothed body. He scoops you up and carry’s you to his room and places you in the bed. He pulls your shirt off and stared at your breasts smiling before unclasping your strapless bra watching it fall off. He groans at the sight of your tits before cupping one and massaging one while leaning down and sucking on your other. “Fuck” you whisper gripping the sheets. He let go and started sucking on your neck leaving hickeys. “How am I supposed to cover these up for work katsuki?” You say chuckling a bit. “It’s winter, wear a turtle neck” he says before continuing and you laugh. “Okay” you say smiling and tilting your head back with a slight moan as he finds your sweet spot. His hand dips down and starts playing with your already sensitive clit before dipping two fingers in and you gasp. “Gotta stretch you out princess or it won’t fit” he says giving you a devious grin. You didn’t really think about that part, you figured it would be big but you didn’t think about how big it might actually be. You arch your back slightly as his fingers curl inside you every time he moves his fingers in and out hitting your g-spot perfectly. He entered a third finger and you gasped and winced at the stretch. You’ve done three fingers on yourself before but his fingers were much bigger than yours. He gave you a second to adjust to the size before moving them in and out once more. The sensation of the size and the curling made you cry out “F-FUCK KATS-“ you shouted as you came again. “Awe, look at that, you’ve came twice already and it hasn’t even been that long since we started, and I havnt even used my dick yet” he pulled his fingers out and you whined at the sudden loss of sensation. You propped yourself up a bit and lifted his shirt off of him and gazed at his prominent abs and muscles. Your eyes slowly traveled down to his v-line and you saw how clearly defined it was. “Eyes are up here princess” you looked up at the devious grin on his face. “It’s been a while since I’ve fucked someone, this is going to be fun” you flashed back to him telling you that he never sleeps with anyone from work. You looked up at him with a smile on your face. “Fuck me katsuki” Just those three words had him practically pouncing on you. Within seconds his pants and boxers were across the room and starting pushing himself into you before you could even see how big it was. The stretch was painful. He was big. “Ah-fuck lemme AH- adjust!” You tried to get out as he just kept pushing into you. He finally bottomed out and you were writing in pain. As you adjusted you looked down to see a slight bulge in your stomach. You still hadn’t even seen how big his dick was it was already inside you before you could register. He looked at you and waited for the full go ahead and you nodded. The second he got your conformation he started pounding into you. You watched the bulge in your stomach rise and fall as he pushed himself in and out. You were in nothing hit pure pleasure. Your knees practically touching your ears as he put you into a mating press. You felt every bit of him. You felt the veins of his cock. You felt the heat of his member pulsing inside you. You felt his balls smacking against you.

The pace he was going was brutal. There were no breaks. “Fuck princess, so tight” You were laying there eyes rolled back with drool dripping down your chin in an insanely lewd position. “FU- AH- KATS- AHH” you were screaming out in pleasure not capable of even finishing each word that you tried to get out then all do a sudden you shouted “DADDY” and he froze. You whimpered at the lack of motion. He smirked. “Say jt again” trying to catch your breath you look up at him. “Please Fuck me more daddy” you say with a whimper and tears running down your cheeks. He pulls all the way at then in one quick motion slammed all the way back in and was going faster than before. He pressed a hand down on your lower stomach right where the bulge was causing you to feel it even more and you came on the spot. “You didn’t even ask daddy if you could cum, that’s too bad I guess we are gonna try that again” he went back to slamming into you. You were shaking and crying in overstimulation feeling your orgasm building for the 4th time. “G-GONNA CUM” bakugo grunted “Not yet princess” You tried to hold back as he kept going until he started rubbing your clit whilst still slamming into you “NEED TO CUM PLEASE DADDY” “not yet princess this is punishment” he rubbed your clit faster with his other hand pressing down in the bulge in your stomach. “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME CUM PLEASE” you begged and pleaded as he mercilessly fucked you. “So needy, all for me” You couldn’t even speak, you could tell, you couldn’t even get any moans out. Your jaw was hanging open as you were fighting back your orgasm. “So fucked out you can’t even beg anymore. You can cum princess, let it out” you finally let go of the knot that had been on the brink of exploding and gushed all over him. You squirted on bakugos cock and he came inside of you. He rested his head on your shoulder and laughed. “Such a mess you made” you looked up at him unable to get any actual words out and smiled at him softly. He blushed as he pulled out and lifted you up to carry you to the bathroom. He ran a bath with salts in it and gently placed you inside. “You did so good princess” you smiled. “Thank you katsuki” You managed to get out a small sentence trying not to fall asleep in the tub as he cleaned you up. He dried you off and gave you a pair of his draw string sweatpants that you had to tie fairly tight and one of his tshirts that went down to your mid thighs. He laid you down on the fresh sheets he put on the bed while you changed and tucked you in. He laid down next You in a similar pair of sweatpants but no shirt. You snuggled up next to him and passed out already knowing or rather hoping that this wasn’t going to be a one night stand.

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[theredofoctober]

Shingleback— A Wolf Creek Darkfic

Mick Taylor x Virgin Female Reader

Synopsis: A road trip to visit relatives ends abruptly when Mick Taylor crosses your path

Trigger/Content Warnings: non con, violence, death (not reader)

Read after the cut

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Smoke in your lungs, your mouth, in the porcelain shard of sky you see through the one eye not shut with blood. The air reeks of engine oil and char, and blackened flesh.

Someone is surely dead in the wreckage of the car, and you are not yet sure that it’s not you.

Footsteps, crunching through glass and stones. A whistle in the quiet.

Someone crouches over you at the side of the road, blinding you in a black trough of shadow.

“Fuck me,” he says. “Still breathin’. Ya got lucky. Your fella’s a goner, sweetheart.”

Fella.

Your father. He had been at the wheel, championing a road trip to visit obscure relatives, whom you’d never met, nor particularly cared to.

The drive had been harsh, all stark light and barren road.

Dread was in the yellow of the horizon. The air had hissed with its song.

“I don’t want to go,” you’d said. “I don’t know these people. It’s not like I’m a kid anymore. It’ll be weird.”

“Ah, it’ll be fine,” your father had replied, falsely jolly, consulting a map. “They’re all solid blokes. What are you worrying for?”

You rested your brow against the windowpane, soothing the beginnings of an ache.

“Just don’t feel like going. Can’t help worrying about Mom.”

The drive had continued in silence, for a time. Neither of you had wanted to reach for the radio.

“Yeah,” you father had said, at last. “Same here. But there’s no point stewing at home waiting for her, eh?”

You’d begun to answer, your words blown away in a gale of events.

Something had taken out a back wheel, then a front one. There had been something up ahead— a sign, you’d thought, and then the vehicle had been through it and over it and on its back, and burning.

You’d come loose from the car like a coin from a threadbare pocket, and now you’re lying in the silhouette of a man that smells like sweat and gunfire.

“Let’s have a look at you, then,” he says.

His voice is rough, friendly, salt of the earth. A working man’s accent. Trustable, if you did not know what he had done.

He brushes your hair back from your forehead, grunting at the cut that splits it like chopped wood.

“You’re gonna have one beauty of a scar if I don’t see to it. Looks like you’re coming home with me, love. I’m Mick, by the way. Mick Taylor. Nice to meet ya.”

You see the gun on his arm, know well that he put out the wheels.

Your lips part with a whispered rejection of his aid.

Mick scowls, his eyes squinting, all narrow malice.

“Eh? Listen, you can lie here like your mate there, or I can stitch you back together and getcha lookin’ decent. Choice is yours.”

The man chortles, a filthy, porcine sound.

“Just jokin’. I’m keeping ya. Know what’ll happen if you lie out here all night? Dingos’ll eat ya. Snakes’ll bite you. Either way, you’ll wind up fuckin’ dead, right. Don’t want that, do ya, Sheila?”

“My Dad,” you whisper—the fire has guttered your throat, leaving you with a geriatric croak. “He needs help.”

The figure leering over you shifts back slightly, and you glimpse his face. Sun-beaten skin, small, malignant eyes. Cleft chin. Hair grown down either side of his jaw like chin straps, bookends for a blunt-toothed grin.

“Your Dad’s fucked, darlin’. Legs burnt off. Probably got one foot in the grave. Or not, eh?”

Another rattling laugh. You try to sit up, going limp under a wash of pain.

“Here ya go,” says Mick, helpfully turning you onto your side. “See for yourself. I pulled him out of the wreck, but he’s barely hangin’ on. Doubt he’ll see tomorrow.”

Your father slumps, a charred half-man, still in the road. All the heat runs out of you through your head, and you sit up as though from a dream.

One of your ears buzzes, an imagined sound. You will never quite unhear it again.

“Dad,” you say— your voice is still barely audible, even to you. “Dad?”

His mouth twitches, and you glance up at Mick, knowing you cannot go to him for help.

“Bugger’s alive, is he?” asks Mick, noticing the stir of movement. “Must be bloody sore. Better put him out of his misery.”

Concussed, you do not understand the statement until Mick strides across to your father’s body and hefts the gun.

Three shots ring out.

The dying man jumps and dances briefly, festooned in a display of blood. Then he falls, faceless, his head dangled on the blown-off reed of his neck, and you look at Mick with a hollow terror that makes you almost calm in its flat emptiness.

“Did you both a favour,” he says, all broad, square teeth. “Wouldn’t want him watchin’ what I’m going to do to you when I get ya back.”

You leave your heart there on the road, another burned, dead thing in the humming afternoon.

*

Mick takes you to the remnants of a mine, carrying you down into the dark across his shoulder, as he might hoist the body of a deer. The stench of rot and ammonia passes over you in an acrid haze. A menagerie smell, of human animals.

There have been others, held here. Others killed in the belly of the ground.

Mick sits you against the bars of an iron cage, pleased by your lack of resistance.

“That’s it,” he says. “Nice and quiet. Wouldn’t want to have to cut your tongue out. Can’t scream me name if ya can’t talk.”

He goes over you with brutish hands, looking for injuries. One wrist violet with bruising, both knees skinned, the slash across your brow: aside from this, and the concussion, you are otherwise unscathed.

“You must be made of rubber,” says Mick, as he cleans your wounds with a bit of murky alcohol on a rag. “One hell of a tumble you took, there.”

Thanks to you, you think, but say nothing, are still an hour back in time, watching your father’s body leap in the force of gunfire.

“So,” says Mick, sitting back to observe his work under the dim light. “What were you and your dear old dad doing here in Australia?”

You do not answer, owe him nothing, this shooter of men.

Mick’s face darkens. Reaching forward, he squeezes your sprained wrist until you cough up bile between your legs, black stars churning in the cell before you.

“Start talkin’,” says Mick. “I’m not pissin’ around.”

“Dad’s from here,” you choke out. “Was. We were going to visit family.”

Your captor grunts in disbelief.

“Doubt it. Ya talk like a Yank.”

The disparagement in his tone is a steel edge you know better than to touch.

“My Mom’s American,” you say. “I grew up there. That’s why I don’t have any accent at all.”

“Hmm.”

To your relief, Mick softens, seeming to regard you with a more favourable look. His eyes are small, light, with a cold friendliness about them that you might have liked, had he not introduced himself in such slaughterous practice.

His tone, too, is conversational, as though he did not wear the shrapnel of blood and bone upon him, still.

“Where’s your Mum, then?” he asks.

You look down at the bile cooling in the dirt, its bitterness another stink in the fetid gloom.

“She ran away.”

Mick’s smile hardens.

“Got sick of your Dad, did she?”

“No. She’s got mental health problems. She stops taking her meds. Runs off. Comes back a month or so later. Nothing we can do.”

It seems a trite conversation to share with a killer, but you will sustain it, if it distracts him from thoughts of harm.

“So your Mum’s left ya,” says Mick, “and your Dad’s dead. Halfway to being an orphan, eh?”

You wipe your face gingerly, appalled by the absence of tears, the correct emotion. Certainly you feel it, somewhere, kept as though beneath an upturned glass. But you cannot express it, though it may buy you favour to cry.

“Dad’s family are gonna worry about me,” you say, softly. “If I don’t turn up.”

Mick’s brow furrows. It is a mistake to threaten him, even so subtly as this.

“They can keep worryin’,” he growls. “Can’t send ya back, now can I? You’d go tellin’ everyone about what I’ve been doing out here. Can’t let ya do that, Sheila.”

You push your hands behind you, clinging to the iron ice of the bars until your palms burn.

“But I don’t know what you’ve been doing,” you say. “I don’t want to know. I’ll say I don’t know who attacked me and my Dad. I didn’t see your face. I don’t know your name.”

Mick moves towards you, and you shift along the side of the cage, your spine ringing across the bars.

“I don’t trust ya,” he says, quite pleasantly. “You seppos can’t keep your mouths shut for one bloody minute. You’d be spillin’ your guts before ya knew you were doin’ it.”

He takes hold of your right leg and hauls you towards him, scraping your back as your t-shirt rides up across the floor. A knife is produced from somewhere, an evil fragment of silver moonlight, and you gasp, rigid in anticipation of it against your throat.

“Don’t piss yourself,” says Mick. “I’m not plannin’ to kill ya after doin’ such a stellar job of cleanin’ your injuries.”

Knotting his fist in your shirt, he cuts it from your body, repeating the action with your ruined jeans. You don’t dare raise a hand to prevent him, seeing the proficiency with which he wields his blade.

“Oh no,” you whisper, pathetic in your dread of what he means to do.

“Figured it out, have ya?” asks Mick, and grins, one crude hand snapping the elastic of your thin undergarments. “What else would I do with ya? Didn’t bring you down here for a chat.”

You close your bandaged knees, but Mick snaps them tersely open, turning the knife under the light again until you slacken to his will.

If your heart beats quickly, you cannot feel it: you are numb from the head down, insensible. Staring through the man before you, seeing the darkness in him waver, a living shadow.

Mick crouches between your legs, his fingers upon you with a hostile agility. He watches your face closely, eating of even the merest gesture of your suffering.

“Fair warning,” he says. “I’m going to hurt ya.”

You’re dry when he enters you, but as his knuckles clench you’re quickly soaked, the sounds of your flesh awakening to him an echo in the mine.

Mick’s eyebrows jump in bald surprise.

“Strewth, you’re a bit of a dark horse, aren’t ya, daddy’s girl? Do ya always get this wet for blokes old enough to be your father, or just your Uncle Mick?”

His thumb roughs the jewel of nerves you’d hoped he’d avoid. You gasp strengthlessly, roll your head on your neck. Stare into the corpse flavoured dark; anywhere but his face, his eyes.

A blow to the face has you jolting back up like a roused snake, blinking, stone drunk with shock.

Mick leers down at you, his thick fingers still hooked through your cunt.

“Make some bloody racket, will you? I ain’t fuckin’ a dead sheila tonight. Would have left you in that burnt-out wreck of a foreign car if I thought you’d give up the fight this quick.”

You try to focus your stare, find the veins of your fear to bleed for him. The impression of Mick’s hand throbs across your eye, swelling the lid.

“Stop,” you rasp. “Stop it.”

Movement in your gut: a maggot of shame.

The old man smirks, and leans over you, his beer-musked breath making darts of the down on your bruised cheek.

“There ya go,” he says. “A bit of protest. I love it.”

He kisses you, forcing his tongue between your chipped teeth, all spit, and cigarettes, and drink. His thumb keeps up its relay across your clitoris, its callous tousling your silk. Cunningly, he hunts your climax, knowing he can turn it out.

Weakly, you scrape backwards on scabbed palms, Mick’s tongue still slid across yours. With a muttered oath, he kneels down on one leg, his weight a hanging rock.

“Keep your arse where it is. You’re comin’ for me, or I’m breakin' your fuckin’ legs, and I won’t be neat and tidy about it. Ya know what a compound fracture is, don’tcha? Bone through the skin, and a bastard to set right. Probably never seen one, a city brat like yourself. But you know what I’m talkin’ about.”

You watch his arm move, tanned tawny gold, bound in tattoos long faded by the sun, can’t look at his face in its ugliness and age, and slavering appetite. Sweat opals your forehead, and fevered shivers rip at you. Your mouth opens; the moan that drips free is someone else’s shame, a weak response to touch.

“You tourists are all the same,” says Mick, equally pleased and repulsed by the noise. “Whinge and whine about me putting me hands on ya, when all ya want under it all is a good root. I can feel you’re on the edge, orphan. Hips movin’. Hole squeezin’ down tight. Mind you don’t take me bloody fingers off, will ya?”

He chuckles, and brings his free hand to your breasts, pawing their flesh in his workman’s fist. The pain, the mockery— a signal crosses some incorrect road in your senses, for as Mick leans down to kiss you again you feel a tug of mad, sudden pleasure, casting itself through your loins and up into your mind like a flare thrown into the night.

His hand fucks you through it, pressing, relentless into your treachery. You break your fingernails on the filth beneath you, feel yourself torn, unwilling, from your distance like a marlin from the deepest sea. You breathe in sickly pants.

Savaged. Wounded.

“You’re a beauty,” says Mick, bringing his wet hand to his face to study its stolen glaze. “Take a look at the mess ya made. You oughta thank me, givin’ you a service like that. Half the time, I don’t bother. Just wanna get me dick in a hole and get to it.”

Sitting back on his haunches, he licks his hand, smacking his lips with a juicy pop. The noise—like gunfire, bullets in a tyre, in your father’s skull—startles you into action. The cage door is partway open; you lurch past Mick on your knees, all instinct, no thought as to what you’ll do beyond the mine.

“And where are you runnin’ off to, eh? Ya silly cunt.”

Mick is on your back in under a second, smacking the cage door shut on one of your outstretched hands. A scream evicts itself from you— parched, almost soundless, knocked back in by the blade Mick shunts beneath your chin.

“Told ya,” he growls, rutting against your hips for emphasis. “Either I fuck ya, or I kill ya, and I didn’t carry you all this way and stitch you up to finish ya quick. It’ll be slow and hard, and it’ll hurt. See how ya scream then, eh?”

“Please,” you say, to the knife as much as the man. “I can’t do what you want me to. I’ve never— I’ve never done that before. I’m scared.”

Mick puts the knife away and draws your head back to look you in the eye. His stare is hunger and dusk. Of hunting things in the desert.

“I know. Could tell you were a fuckin’ virgin. Bled on me hand, didn’tcha? Ain’t gonna stop me fuckin’ ya, though. Means I’ll be keepin’ you down here for a long time. Usin’ ya whenever I feel like it. But first, I have to break ya in.”

“Why?” you ask, as his belt buckle rings at your back, his shooter’s hands arrange you beneath him with the same familiarity with which he’d load his gun. “Why do you hurt people?”

Mick pauses, and when you glance back at him over his shoulder you see a real loathing sheen the vicious glass of his eyes.

“Because it’s what ya deserve. You, and all you cheap, noisy Americans, coming here, soiling my bloody land. Good thing you’ve got some Aussie in you, or I’d have to kill ya on principle. Not enough in you for me to turn ya loose, though.”

His knee opens your thighs, and you hear him clear his throat to spit in his hand, a home-grown lubricant. You stare at the bars of the cage until, in your vision, they smear into one broad stroke of rust. How cold the mine is, around you, in its coffin velvet darkness. All death, all hopeless night.

“Usually have to protect meself when I screw you tourist girls,” says Mick, conversationally. “Tend to be crawling with all sorts of nasties. But you’re clean as a whistle, ain’tcha, with a virgin cunt like yours.”

There is force at your sphere of heat, massive, bracing in the shoving pain that follows, the dirty grunts and curses blown against your ear like wind from some wretched sun-scoured isle. You dry heave across the dirt floor, spittle falling from the tip of your tongue in an unholy christening.

Surely you are baptised, now, by the way of brutality, a shingleback forced to mate, to exist beyond this point of anguish.

Mick’s hands punish your hips, their grip testing the joints. How comical he must look, plaid shirt pulled taut over his belly, the old hat still looming over his brow, with his untidy thrusts and growling breath. You know, as if by telepathy, how he savours the assault, how he sees himself the hunter, sinking his teeth into the meat of his quarry.

His cock beats a note of pain so close to pleasure that your nerves cannot mark the difference.

Perhaps it is easier, to take something from this agony, to find something amidst the fog. But then, perhaps you would rather it only hurt, a violence upon you, no different from the twisting of a spear up into your abdomen.

You’re wet as he fucks you, loudly so, the slick of it the music of the mine.

“Never had a girl drip on me cock like you, Sheila,” says Mick, slapping your flank heartily as he withdraws. “Let’s getcha on your back so I can have a look at ya.”

He turns you with a careless shove, snorting as you cover your eyes like a child afraid of the beast under its bed.

“Christ,” says Mick. “Can’t stomach seein’ an old bloke like me makin’ ya come? Probably finger yourself thinkin’ about some soft bloody film star. Well, you can get over it. You’re mine now, darlin’. Never lettin’ you go.”

He drags you to him by the hips, bending your legs back at such an angle you sense, with certainty, that he means to fill you to your greatest depth. You tense, try, with feeble hands, to push at his chest as he bears down on you again.

“Please,” you say. “Please, no more, please, please...”

Terror strikes through you in a fork of black lightning as Mick leans down, his eyes narrowed, hateful.

“Shut up,” he sneers. “Look down, ya uptight bloody American princess. You’re gonna watch me fuck ya.”

With a terse jolt he moves your head downwards. You see his cock in one tanned hand, pushing back into your ravaged entrance in one slow, mean thrust. Unnatural, the size of him, a surrealist nightmare depiction of male aggression.

The tempo of it drawing in and out of you may as well be the digging of a grave in all its dark purpose. Your breasts rise and fall with its movement, your skin awash in the hideous light shone down from the naked bulb overhead, the yellow of a cartoon sun.

You hear your own voice, disembodied, the chatter of a ventriloquist’s doll.

“Mick. Mick, it hurts.”

“Should bloody hope so,” he sneers, and he hits you; the rusty pain in that same abused cheek runs down your neck into your loins, and you are afraid of yourself as much as this monster, in your weakness.

You cling to Mick’s arms suddenly, which are firm from his grisly work, and he snickers.

“Like that, do ya? Never would have guessed it, to look at ya.”

He palms your chest, yellowed teeth bared as he rolls upon you, chafing your spine against the floor. His ugliness is your greatest shame, every line in his weathered face mocking you with its affront.

You cannot wrench your eyes away, staring up at him even as you wish only to turn to the dark. Ghosts seem to whisper to you from the corners, holding you accountable for the plaits of ecstasy that wind your cunt tight around your attacker.

You throb with the need of release, with its inevitable approach, uninvited.

He killed your father. He has raped and killed and rode his ruthless path through the Outback for decades, and you are going to come with him within you. Come from the chemical bewilderment of fear, and grief, and the force of him in the new wound of taken virginity.

If you survive him, it will be as a ghoul, undead, unfeeling. You yearn for him to return to the knife and end you, but you know from the glee in his eyes that he means to have you live as long as your flesh can withstand his horror.

“You’re a looker, y’know,” breathes Mick, putting a hand behind your head in a rancid performance of romance. “Scars and all. Give me a kiss, eh?”

He runs his tongue through your lips, and you gasp as a vent of andesite heat bisects you in your climax. Your enemy gives a throaty laugh, fucking you through each layer of orgasm until all that is left is the pain, and the width of him within you.

“Bet you’ve never come like that before, have ya?” he gloats. “Look scared to death. Jesus. I could fuck ya for days.”

But you feel his strokes taking an erratic quality, hear the shortening of his breath. He’s close, and you doubt he means to save you the dread of him finishing in your satin warmth.

Still, you beseech, feel at the very least that your begging will end this.

“Don’t... I mean, inside me, I...”

Mick smirks, gripping you by the chin to bring you eye to eye.

“Darlin’,” he croons. “I’m gonna be blowin’ me load in ya cunt until the day I kill ya.”

He licks your face of sweat and blood, and grips you to him as he reaches his bellowing crisis. You feel him pulse, the overflow of his spend trailing your inner thigh in its salt moisture, and close your eyes, stepping in to embrace your defeat.

Mick stands up, buckling his trousers, whistling a jolly, off-key tune. You lie as he left you, thinking of nothing, your mind and senses ground out into ash. Day in, day out, this is to be your life, whore to the devil of the land.

It seems that you died in the car, after all.

By God, you wish that you had.

---

Chapter Two is now here

[onestevetogo]

The Hobbit: An Abridged Journey

Frodo- What are you doing, weird uncle?

Bilbo- Weird uncle things.

Frodo- I’m out.

Bilbo- Where are you going?

Frodo- Why? Are you writing a book?

Bilbo- Yes.

Earlier

Bilbo- *Smoking weed*

Gandalf- I’ve found you in your natural hobbitat.

Bilbo- Wat.

Gandalf- It is decided.

Bilbo- Mmmm fish.

Dwalin- I don’t like you.

Bilbo- Hwa?

Dwalin- Gimme some fish.

Balin- Your cheese stinks.

Bilbo- Whothewhat?!

Fili- I’m a background character!

Kili- I have an elf fetish!

Bilbo- …Wat.

Bofur- I’m a jolly boy!

Bombur- I have a serious unaddressed eating disorder!

Gloin- My son is a main character!

Other dwarves- We’re here for the quota!

Gandalf- :D

Dwarves - Bilbo is a wimp with good food.

Bilbo- A band of foreign home invaders just ate all my food!

Gandalf- You’re being really rude to my friends, Bilbo.

Thorin- I want the thing.

Gandalf- All we need is an expendab- I mean, “expert” burglar to steal the thing. This is our most reasonable course of action.

Bilbo- Nothing reasonable has happened in the last four hours.

Bilbo- *Wakes up*

Bilbo-…

Bilbo- Baggins.exe has stopped working.

Bilbo- Took.exe initialized.

Bilbo- *Sprints fast enough to outrun a group of mounted riders*

Not orcs- *Howling like orcs*

Bilbo- Oh no! Orcs!

Fili and Kili- They’re gonna getcha!

Thorin- Dumbasses, that’s not orcs.

Balín- btw Thorin killed Azog.

Bilbo- Ah! My king!

Thorin- Shove it, wimp.

Not orcs- Haha! We were orcs the whole time!

Radagast- Poison! Spiders! Nature has neither of these things!

Spiders- Hello new friend! We just moved here and-

Radagast- Foul creatures!

Spiders- Wow, rude.

Gandalf- Something ate this farmer.

Thorin- Good thing I’m not a farmer.

Gandalf. -_-

Fili and Kili- We lost the ponies.

Bilbo- How do you lose ponies? Where did you leave them?

Fili and Kili- By some trolls.

Bilbo. -_-

Trolls- Ponies!

Bilbo- Expendabexpert burglar on the job.

Troll- Hey look! A people!

Bilbo- I’m an Expendabexpert burglarhobbit!

Dwarves- Leave our Expendabexpert burglarhobbit alone!

Trolls- No.

Dwarves- Drat!

Troll- I have no idea how to actually rotisserie meat!

Troll- I eat clothing!

Troll- I like to sit on my pancakes!

(You’re my friend if you get that reference)

Bilbo- They have worms!

Troll- Yew wot???

Troll- Oh gross, worms! Oh well, back to snot soup.

Gandalf- PAIN!

Thorin- Where’d you go?

Gandalf- Spent the night with my good friend Old Toby. Let’s get some swords.

Bilbo- These swords are way too small for the trolls.

Balín- You think they used them as swords?

Bilbo- : |

Bilbo- :((

Gandalf- This one’s my favorite!

Radagast- Beard Daddy!

Gandalf- What’s the shizzle my wizzle.

Radagast- Spiders!

Gandalf- Oh fizzle!

Wargs- *Warg sounds*

Gandalf- Orcs are on the hizzle!

Radagast- I’ll outrun them! At least until I come down from that primo weed you gave me.

Orcs- It’s dwarf season!

Wabbits- What’s up, doc?

Orcs- It’s wabbit season!

Dwarves- *Scurrying sounds*

Dwalin- We got away!

Kili- I can fix that.

Gandalf- I found a hole!

Elrond- Welcome to Rivendell.

Bilbo- Civilization!

Bombur- Food!

Kili-Elf booty!

Gandalf- Read this.

Elrond- It says you’re in trouble.

Galadriel- Why hello, Beard Daddy.

Gandalf- :D

Saruman- My oeuld friend.

Gandalf- :,D

Saruman- You’re a pothead and Rads is a shroomhead.

Gandalf- I’m a pothead with friends. Anyway here’s a knife.

Elrond- Don’t like that knife.

Saruman- Back up, wtf did you just say to m-

Galadriel- Thorin is Thorout!

Gandalf- Thorry.

Dwarves- The hills are alive with the sound of violence!

Hills- *Comitting mountaincide*

Mountain- *Dies*

Dwarves- We’re alive!

Bilbo- I’m alive!

Thorin- You’re a wimp and I don’t like you.

Bilbo- :(

Goblins- Free dwarves!

Goblin king- Before we kill you, I will sing you a song.

Balín- Could you skip to the part where you kill us?

Bilbo- I found a hole.

Gollum- Goblinses!

Goblinses- *Dies*

Bilbo- Hey look, Jewelry!

Ring- What the what?

Gollum- Bagginses!

Bilbo- If you want to eat me, you must answer my riddles three.

Gollum- I lost my precious!

Bilbo- This precious?

Gollum- I lost my Bagginses!

Bilbo- *Sneak skill increased*

Thorin- I told the hobbit he shouldn’t be here and he left! >:(

Bilbo- Who’s the wimp now?

Azog- Still you.

Gandalf- PAIN!

Azog- VADOK!

Everyone- Egad!

Thorin- *Flashbacks*

Azog- *Flashes*

Thorin- My back!

Bilbo- If you want to get through me, you must answer my-

Azog- Die.

Eagles- *C*****g*

Azog- :O

Dwarves- We’re alive!

Bilbo- We’re alive!

Thorin- We’re best friends now! Let the internet shipping begin!

Bilbo-…Wat.

Smaug- I smell plot.

Credits

[fluffypandabun]

If you're still taking welcome home requests. Perhaps 2 and 16 with Lee Frank and Ler Wally? 👀

“Ive told you Wallace.” Frank droned “I don’t laugh, you know this” 

The grey puppet didnt even need to look up from his book to see the other puppet roll his eyes. The book he’d been trying to read before a certain blue haired painter decided to make it his mission of the day to annoy him.

“Oh come onnnnn Frankie” Wally groaned, scooting closer across the table to lean against Frank. “Not even a lil giggle?”

“No”

“A teeny tiny one?” 

“Hmm let me think-No.” 

“Okay okay but hear me out, knock knock.”

Frank held back a groan of his own, he would not give Wally the satisfaction of a reaction. 

“Im not doing this again Wallace.”

“Come on pleeeeease!”

A sigh. “Fine, whos there?”

“Hal.”

“Hal who?”

“Hal will you know if you dont open the door?” Wally exclaimed before bursting into giggles, Frank however, just rolled his eyes. Pulling his book closer to his face to hide the fact that his lips had twitched upwards at that, not necessarily because the joke was funny but because Wallys laughter was contagious 

“Seriously?” Wally chortled, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye. “Not even a little laugh? Really?”

“Perhaps” Frank hummed, turning a page. “its time to accept the fact that perhaps, you simply are not funny enough to make me laugh”

It was a lie of course, the painter could be funny at times, but he chose to come and bother frank during his reading time so Frank would choose to be a bit stubborn. 

There was silence for a moment, so long that Frank, who was worried he’d actually upset the other puppet, lowered his book to look at him. 

He found the blue haired painter looking at him, lips curled up in his signature cat-like grin. Mischief swimming in his eyes. 

“Oh? Is that a challenge~?” 

“I-I” Frank sputtered, feeling his face heat up as he lowered his book to his chest protectively. 

“Whats wrong Frankie~?” Wally purred, leaning closer to the grumpy puppet, “Cat got your tongue?” 

Frank instinctively leaned away from him. “N-Now Wallace, don’t give me that look”

“What look?” Wally hummed, cocking his head to his side. “Im just smiling at you! And you know I smile at everyone!” 

“I-I know that look Wally!” Frank stuttered, his voice betraying his own nervousness. “So dont even think about doing it!” 

“It? Ohhh you mean this~?” 

The puppet raised his hands, wiggling his fingers teasingly. Frank squeaked, face turning an even darker shade of red. 

“Wally!” 

“What?” Wally giggled. “Scared that I’m gonna….. getcha!” 

Spotting an opening the yellow puppet lunged forward and latched onto the grumpy puppets sides, gently squeezing up and down in quick ticklish bursts. 

Frank let out an uncharacteristic squeal, his book flying from his hands and landing on the floor in a heap forgotten. Frank squirmed, hands grabbing desperately onto Wallys shoulders in an attempt to push him away. Bright snort-filled laughter bubbled up from his chest and out his mouth, which was now curled up into a wide grin.

“Would you look at that!” Wally giggled “Mr ‘I don’t laugh’ is laughing! Who would have thought!”

“Nahahaha! Wally!!” 

“Yes~?”

“C-Cut it ouhohoht!” 

“Now Frankie I cant do that!” Wally tsk’d, shaking his head.  “I have to convince you that I am funny! Now have you heard the one about the chicken crossing the road?” 

As he spoke, the painter moved his hands down to gently squeezing at the grey puppets plush belly, causing him to hunch over with a giggly snort. 

“Why Frankie! I haven’t even finished the joke yet and you’re already laughing? Why I must be the funniest puppet in the neighborhood!” 

“Wallyeeehehehehe!” Frank squealed, he would have squirmed right off the bench they sat on if it weren’t for Wallys gentle albeit tickly grip on him keeping him from tumbling to the ground. 

Wally chuckled softly. “Wow Frankie!You’ve had all this laughter just building up in ya all this time? Well I guess now I gotta make sure I get it alllll out~!” 

He raised his hand to the back of Franks neck, gently fluttering his fingers. Causing Frank to scrunch up his shoulders, snorting loudly. 

“Tktktktktk~!”

“Wally plehehehehehase!!” 

Seeing the puppet was getting quickly tuckered out, Wally stilled his wiggling fingers with a giggle.

“Okay Okay! I’ll stop.” 

Though he was no longer ticking him, Wally kept Frank in his grip. Allowing the tuckered out puppet to lean against him, still giggling. A wide smile still plastered on  his face. 

Wally reached up to gently pet the top of Franks head, his normally neat hair a disheveled mess.

“Aww, there there.”

After a moment of calming the butterflies in his belly, Frank let out a groan, sitting up and sending his yellow friend a glare. He straightened his shirt collar and leaned down to pick up his discarded book with a huff, flipping to the page he had been on before he’d been interrupted, pointedly ignoring Wallys self satisfied look. 

“You, Wallace” He grumbled, face burning. “Are a disturbance to the peace.” 

“And your still smiling~” Wally purred, leaning against Frank and resting his head on his shoulder. 

The grey puppet, who was in fact smiling, simply huffed. 

“Trick of the lighting.”

“Uh huh.” Wally hummed, making himself comfortable leaned against Franks side, who simply sighed and resigned himself to the fact that his clingy painter friend wasn’t going to be leaving him anytime soon. Not that Frank could find it in himself to even mind. He might even have appreciated the company, though he’d never admit that out loud. Not like his verbal admittance was really needed, given the way he himself also made himself comfortable leaning against his friend. Enjoying the content silence of the moment at last.

“…….So did you hear that one about the dog and the stick?”

“Wally!” 

[lovelymessybubbly]

Someone probably already asked it before, but I'd love to read it from you anyway. What are your favorite teasing techniques that you like to use while being a ler?

weheheh, teasing can enhance a feeling of hilarity in a lee when done right, so it is very dear to me. nothing is more fun then teasing the life out of a very flustered and ticklish cutie !!!  （●＞ω＜●）

my personal favorite way to tease is with the lovey-dovey stuff. cooing, doting, praises, all those things to make a red-faced lee even redder !!!

“awwww, so ticklish !! gitchy gitchy gitchy !! how about here~? or here~? my my, you’re just a walking tickle spot, huh ? are you just soooo ticklish ??? tickle tickle !!”

“you’re such a gigglebox !! sooo cute !! you just gonna giggle yourself to death ?? what if i get those hips, huh ?? what are you gonna do then ??”

“i’m gonna getcha !!”

“poor, ticklish thing…”

tickling and coddling are such a wonderful combination to me hehe (❁´‿`❁)*✲ﾟ* like come here so i can smother you with love and tickles !!

however, i delight in meaner teases as well, esp for those more “deserving” of it. pointing out helplessness, threatening them with worse yet to come, taunting them with empty promises of mercy…

“ohh, what a scream !! is this the sweet spot, right in between the toes ?? perfect, i’ll just keep the pinwheel right here for a while then- no ?? ahaha ! now why would i tickle you anywhere else, when this spot makes you beg for mercy so deliciously~?”

“wow, your sides are so red. and look at all those nail marks. that must really, really tickle, huh ?? like seriously, it looks unbearable. good thing you have to take it and not me, huh ??”

“hysterical already ?? now i almost feel bad about the automatic massagers that are gonna go under your arms once i get tired of tickling with my hands. that’s REALLY gonna drive you nuts. unfortunately for you, however, i’m not one to waste resources…”

“awww, cant pull your arms down, huh ?? it must be making you crazy…”

“it just goes on and on and on, huh…”

hmhm, ah my heart feels faint even just reading such tormenting words ꒰⁎ᵉ̷͈ ॣ꒵ ॢᵉ̷͈⁎꒱໊ some lees are so indignant that you just cannot help but want to bully them like that, but i do enjoy the best of both worlds. regardless, if i have a cute lee in my possession, it is certain that they will have my complete undivided attention and adoration (๑˃͈꒵˂͈๑)

[luminberry]

Small Comforts

okay so i finally sat my ass down and got something out..its not vore or anything special but its self indulgent and sappy

*throws it and explodes*

The week had been a lot rougher than you honestly wanted to admit, work had put you through your paces and strained your patience well beyond the breaking point, but at least today was your day off.

But like clockwork, you couldn’t find the energy or time to do anything to help you relax in the slightest. You had to go grocery shopping, clean and do laundry before you could even begin to think of doing anything for yourself. And a part of you knew with what little energy you had to use to get all that done, you’d waste the entire measly two days off you had just playing catch up again.

In short, you were drained and frayed..wanting help but having no one to come to who’d even bother to help, everyone else had their own worries and needs to handle after all. You scrubbed at your eyes to fight off the tears that were threatening to seep through for the umpteenth time today when your thoughts were interrupted by a soft warmth both in voice and touch.

“Darlin? What’s wrong sweetpea..ya look bout as worn out as a blown fuse.”

You knew who the voice belonged to, and gave a weak smile up at them as their large work calloused hands gently curled around your waist and hips. Their face showed concern, not prying in the slightest but knowing full well something was amiss with you.

“It’s nothing..just..just a bit worn out I guess? Just feeling tired and..alot of other things.”

Despite being entirely vague, he seemed to read the hidden meaning in your words regardless and gave you another soft smile, giving you a soft squeeze that pressed you into his front as he hugged you from behind.

“Well then, if yer tired sweetpea..How bout a little nap with yours truly? Or just ta spend some quiet time till ya feel more awake..”

“Aren’t you..busy with stuff and all that?”

“Ain’t nothin pressin I got goin on in tha slightest sweetpea. Ya look like ya could use a bit of cuddlin afterall. Promise ya’ll feel better afterwards.”

You can’t help but smile a bit more genuinely at his offer before nodding silently.

Warmth surrounds you as those same hands gently grip you, lifting you with ease to rest against their chest, shifting you in the process to face them as they smile down at you with such warmth and affection it makes your face start to heat up.

“Don’t worry sweetpea, just let me take care of ya tonight alright? A lil love n care n y’all be right as rain in no time~”

“Alright..just for tonight maybe.”

“Heh, good ta hear yer up for it then, lets getcha someplace nice n cosy howsabout?”

A warm hand shifted to hold you against his massive chest, gently rubbing in slow circles as he took his time getting to wherever it was he was taking you. He did his best not to jostle you around too much, taking care to hold you just firmly enough that the pressure was…nice even.

Resting your head on their soft chest, you heard them laugh softly, a hand coming up to gently tease and ruffle your hair lovingly.

“Already gettin cosy with me n we haven’t even reached our lil spot, I can tell I’m gonna have fun with y’all.”

“Oh shush..can’t help the fact you’re…just soft and warm..its nice okay?”

“Didn’t say it was a bad thing now did I? It’s down right adorable honestly, seein ya gettin all cosied up with lil ol’ me. Maybe I should offer this more often eh?”

You can definitely feel your face heating up to match his own body warmth..and after spotting that teasing grin being aimed your way you can’t help but smack at his chest lightly with a hand, earning you a hearty belly shaking laugh from him.

“Aw don’t be like that darlin, I’m only teasin ya a lil bit~ But I’ll stop for now alright? Jus hang tight a lil bit longer for me will ya?”

You resist smacking him a bit more for now, instead you just let out a relaxed sigh and let him carry you off to god knows where exactly. A few more moments pass before you hear the sound of a door being opened and the bright fluorescent lights fade from above to be replaced with a soft honeyed amber hue, soft on the eyes and more than enough to take the dull ache those borderline medicinal feeling lights out in the halls were giving you.

He settles down on what you can only assume is the edge of a bed before gravity gently guides you down to rest in his lap, that soft teasing smile being aimed down at you once more as both hands come to gently squeeze and knead at your waist and hips with care.

“Now then darlin, how bout we get all that nasty stress knocked right outta ya? Might take me a while but..I’m real sure y’all won’t mind will ya?”

Before you can even answer he gets to work, hugging you firmly against his soft and thick frame, hands gently starting to knead and work into your weary body. The effect made you yelp softly before falling into a long drawn out content sigh of relief that got him to hum in amusement.

“There we go sweetpea, just relax and let me do what I do best for ya. Whatever y’all want just say tha word n it’s yers~”

His voice had dropped into a much softer, almost hypnotic purr as he worked the knots out of you, humming softly as he shifted you and himself both properly into the bed with ease. You felt him rest up against the wall his bed was pushed against as he gently pulled you closer to his face, letting you rest atop his ample chest and torso..almost sinking into it like a warm and inviting pillow as the minutes bled into one another.

“Oh god…how’d you know this was something I needed..?”

“Well I won’t say it was too obvious darlin, ya hide yer pain and frustrations away better than most.. Almost a lil too well I’d say. But y’all have yer tells just like everyone else. Ya get quiet and avoidant real easy..wasn’t hard ta put tha pieces together after that.”

“Oh..”

“But just so ya know my lil darlin, if ya ever do feel like ya need a moment ta step back from things..yer more than allowed ta. Even tha strongest folks need a lil tenderness and care shown ta them. N seein ya get all rosey cheeked and flustered alongside seein that darlin face of yers go back ta its glowin self..well I’ll be more than happy ta help.”

There were a few soft moments of silence as his words sank into you before the tears came back up to the surface, harder and faster than you expected..Leaving you to be a little sobbing mess in front of him..thankfully his only response was to gently rub your back and hug you tenderly to him, letting you work your tears out in your own time.

“S’alright darlin..go on n get it all out for me okay? Ya’ll feel better for it afterwards. But I do mean what I said though. Ya ain’t ever alone like ya feel ya are, Ya got me and plenty of others that’ll help ya work things out if ya let em. N I’ll always be happy ta listen no matter how long it takes..okay?”

“Y-yeah..alright. Thank you though..for..for being here for me.”

“Ain’t a problem sweetpea. I’ll always make time for my lil darlin~”

You feel silly somehow, but at the same time your chest feels just a bit lighter now. Just enough to bear the weight of life once more as it comes..But the blush and tear stains marring your face remain..But you don’t really care anymore.

This man has seen you at your worst, yet still calls you such horribly saccharine names and holds you to his massive frame with such care it's hard not to just forget the world around you. And so you do, you let everything outside this warm and comforting room fall away from you entirely. All the worries and anxious thoughts are gently and lovingly wiped clean at least for a little while, just while you’re here in this mans embrace.

His warmth has seeped deep into the core of your being by now, making you just a touch drowsy as his hands work you over. The affection and mirth in his eyes as he watches you give in and let him help you at long last makes a deep and utterly satisfied purr rumble forth from the chest you find yourself nuzzling into.

“Heh, ya look like quite a sight now if I do say so myself~ Ya feelin better now sweetpea?”

“Yeah..yeah I feel alot better. But..do you mind if I-?”

“Oh darlin ya don’t even need ta ask, if ya wanna stay then stay. Don’t mind cuddlin a cute lil thing like y’all all night if y’all let me~”

“God..but..yeah that-that sounds really nice honestly.”

“Y’all were lookin a bit sleepy-eyed anyways..just didn’t wanna say anythin just yet..ya looked too cute~!”

“Stoppit goddd…you keep saying im cute and im gonna…gonna just leave maybe.”

Another soft but hearty laugh rumbles up from the belly you’ve been resting on for god alone knows how long now before those two massive and powerful hands reach up to cup your face between them with the upmost of care.

“Aw now don’t be like that my lil sweetpea..just can’t help but think yer cute, adorable and just all kinds a lovely things. Y’all know deep down ya appreciate it, cause I don’t see ya tryin ta run from me or hit me like usual~”

“..that’s only cause you have a hold of my face…and you’ve..well..I don’t wanna get up just yet..”

“Aw..now that’ll warm this old heart of mine just all tha more.”

Feeling a bit..bolder, or maybe just wanting to do something in return for him. You push yourself just a bit forwards…Just enough to get a small kiss to one of his cheeks. That smile falters for just a moment before you’re rewarded with seeing his whole face dust with a soft rosy tint, making you laugh for what feels like the first time in a long while.

“Pft! What, one tiny kiss is all it takes to get you to blush..? Wow can’t wait to tell everyone”

“Hah~! That is if I letcha even leave ya gigglin lil fiend..c’mere~!”

“wh-AH! Heyyy!!”

In a instant your world is thrown backwards as he grins playfully down at you before just leaning forwards and trapping you under his hefty weight. You’re not uncomfortable you find, a part of you knowing he’d never actually hurt you in the first place. 

That still doesn’t stop you from wriggling under his chest and laughing softly as you try to put up a convincing upset voice and failing.

“G-get off me you big goof! C’mon no fair using your size against me here.”

“Y’all know what was gonna happen if ya wanted ta spend tha night here darlin~ Don’t worry y’all wont be stuck for long…Just long enough for me ta have some fun.”

“W-wait what does that mean exactly?”

“Why this of course~!”

This, being him nuzzling into your neck and face with a hearty laugh filled hum. A few kisses here and there left you beet red and squirming with laughter at how ticklish his beard was against your soft skin.

Eventually he did relent the love filled assault and shifted to simply lay down properly in bed with you tucked against him. Your chest felt tight..but it wasn’t from worry or anxiety anymore..But it was a feeling you were happy to feel for a moment or two before nuzzling into his side with a huff.

“..thank you again, for..today. I really needed it I think.”

“Anytime darlin, anytime~ Ya need a lil love and care again jus come find me and we’ll take care of things..”

“..there anything I can do to repay you though?”

“Just stayin here with me, n runnin inta my big strong arms when ya need me is more than enough my lil sweetpea..trust me, it’s more than enough.”

He cups your face once more and places a gentle kiss to your forehead with a tender affection filled smile.

“Now get some rest for me alright? I’ll make sure ya sleep well..”

“Alright..g’night.”

“G’night sweetpea, sweet dreams.”

You soon fell into a deep and utterly restful sleep, with him holding you close the entire night. And honestly a part of you didn’t want to wait until next time to do this again.

[pluto-noor]

Reading Your Pages, Prologue and All

While working your typical shift at your job, a girl and her uncle walk in. The uncle, in particular, catches your attention.

Pairing: Tommy Miller x F!Reader

Rating: Explict

Warning: MINORS DNI, just smut with plot

Author's Note: lowkey forgot to post this here, but whoops... oh and im going to college!!!

The hot summer air distorts your vision. Waves of heat shimmy into the air while you prop the door open to the large garage. You rush out to your friend’s open truck, filled with three large cardboard boxes. Carefully, you stack the boxes on top of each other. Groaning as you lift heavy boxes of book donations, you pick up the books and bring them inside. While walking inside, you kick the door stopper away and you slip the box tower onto your desk. You sigh as you remove the first box and rest it on the ground. Rummaging around the desk drawers for a pair of scissors, you find nothing. Instead you pat yourself down, checking your incredibly tiny pockets of your keys. In the front right pocket of your light blue jeans, your hands pull out your keys by the black lanyard. The tiny nazar beads, that dangled from the layard’s ring, jingle and hit each other as you walk back over to your box. A tiny grunt leaves your mouth as you bend your knees. You press the key into the box’s packing tape and slice it off, dragging the tiny piece of metal towards you.

After cutting open the boxes, you tuck them underneath the desk for you to handle later. Quickly, you slip back into your chair to check out some books for young jumping kids. Two kids hand you their library cards and a stack of books. You smile at them as you scan their books. Once you’re done, the kids run off with their mom.

Slipping out of your chair, you bend down to pick up a pile of neatly stacked books. The silence of the place stresses you out as you grab the few books and add them to the inventory, prior to printing out a label for the respective book. While you are doing this, a man and a little girl walk in. She must have been at least eleven years old, still filled with the love of reading most kids will start to lose around this age. Her tight curls, free from any relaxer, bounce as she runs off through the maze of book shelves.

The man himself looks a little bit older than you. He’s clean shaven with his curly hair slightly gelled back. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches you staring at him and he smiles at you. Your cheeks heat up while you flash him an awkward smile as all of your blood rushes to heat up your cheeks. Cursing underneath your breath, you return back to adding the books to the library's inventory.

One box and twenty three boxes in, the same girl from before catches your attention. You perk up from behind your stack of books. “What can I getcha?” Looking down on her, you smile–revealing your snaggle tooth. “Is there a book that’cha looking for?”

“Where’s Twilight ?” Your brain stops working. You just stare at her, giving her a blank face. Again, the child continued her thought, “You know, the book with sparkle vampires?”

“Yeah, I’ve read it. Seriously, how old are you, kid? Does your dad approve of you reading that?” Thankfully, the man with curly black hair approaches your desk. “Hey, I’m so sorry to ask you this, but do you know that your daughter wants to read Twilight ?”

The man laughs. “Oh, she’s my niece.” Your previous embarrassment resurfaces. “Well, I was gonna ask you, if you know if it’s appropriate for an eleven year old.”

Shaking your head, you sigh. “In a couple years, yes.” You lean over the desk, accidentally pushing your chest up with your arms. “Between you and me, I’m not a fan of the franchise. Edward is kinda a creep. I don’t know why everyone loves him.” You look down at the girl. “Why don’t you try the Percy Jackson series? I know we still have a couple copies of the first book left.” The girl sighs, dejected, but returns to the mountains of books–while her uncle stays with you. “It’s nice you took your niece here. She seems like an avid reader.” Grinning ear to ear–as if she is his own daughter–the man is proud of his niece. “She’s so smart.” He laughs. “She has Harvard written all over her.” His voice is filled with a sweet Texan tang. His laughter is filled with the warmth of tea, sweetness of sugar, and depth of the sea. As his laughter calms down, he asks “You don’t sound like you’re from here. Where are ya from?”

You run a hand through your thick dark brown hair, pushing it back. “D.C. Born ‘n raised there.” You hold back a school girl-like giggle. “Senior at Rice.”

“Will you be returning back to D.C.?” You shake your head. “So, Rice. What are ya majoring in?”

“Oh, it’s nothing special… Just double majoring in Art History and Neuroscience.” You laugh. “Drastically different, I know."

“Damn, we gotta smartass right here.” The two of you laugh in unison. “Name’s Tommy Miller.” In response you give him your name. “Pretty name.” He repeats it, as if he’s trying to commit it to memory. “I like it.”

“So,” you pause for a moment, “What do ya do?”

“Construction with my brother.” He points back to the shelves. “Sarah’s dad.”

“Damn you much be fucking strong.” You clasp your hands over your mouth. Sighing, “I said that out loud didn’t I?” Tommy nods. “Just fuckin’ fantastic.” You ramble on, “First I spilt hot coffee on my shirt, then I missed my bus, and now I just fuckin’ embarassed myself in front of a cute guy! Just perfect!” While you groan, Tommy bursts into laughter. You rub your temples. “Just perfect…”

“So, you think I’m cute?” Cringing inside, you freeze. “Or would handsome be better?”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Sometimes my mouth has a mind of its own and–” You’re caught off guard. Tommy slips you a note with his phone number on it. “Tommy, you don’t have to.”

“No, I insist. I would love to hear your mouth run on, but unfortunately, I think my brother would want his daughter home soon.” He flashes you a kind and genuine smile. “Call me?”

Grinning, you nod. “Will do.” Sarah runs up to your desk and hands you her book. Quickly, you check it out before handing it back to her. You give her a little wave “I hope you enjoy your book,” then you turn to Tommy, “Bye Tommy.”

After your shift ends, you take the bus back to your apartment. The moment you lock the door behind you, you press your hands against the chest while squealing. Out of the bottom of your bag, you find the note Tommy has left you. Slowly, you walk into the kitchen while still staring at the note. Once again, your hand digs through your bag and pulls out your phone. You stare at your two year old iPhone 4, staring at the blank screen. Minutes pass by, before you unlock it and dial Tommy’s number. It rings for a couple moments. You hold your breath until he picks up. “Hey Tommy, it’s me from the library.”

Even through the phone, you can feel his infectious smile in his voice. “What’s up Beautiful? Did you finish unloading those boxes?”

“Yeah, thank you for asking. Did you get your niece home on time?”

Just as you finish your sentence, you hear shouting from his side of the phone. “Tommy! What the fuck are you doing? Get over here! You’re food’s gettin’ cold!”

“Holy shit, did I interrupt your dinner? I’m so sorry…”

“No, not at all Beautiful.” Your heartbeat calms. “My brother probably just finished making it.” Tommy’s brother can hear the conversation happen over the phone. Angrily he storms up to Tommy and yanks the phone out of his hand. “Joel, you give that back! Piece of shit!”

You stay silent.

“Is this the girl Sarah told me about?” Your eyes widened. “C’mon Tommy! Tell me, is this your girlfriend?” Your cheeks heat up. Tommy’s brother speaks to you now. “Hey! Are you my little brother’s girlfriend?!” You can hear the man laugh at Tommy’s embarrassment. Honestly, it’s kind of funny how audibly flustered Tommy is getting. “Hello?” There’s a muffled voice, “I think she hung up.”

Sighing, you pinch the skin between your eyebrows. “No, I’m still here.”

You can hear light footsteps grow louder. A little girl’s voice comes from the other side of the call, “Uncle Tommy, have you asked the library lady out yet?”

Laughing, “Joel, right?” There’s even more commotion going on over the phone. “Can I talk to Tommy?” After a couple seconds of perfect silence, you speak. “Tommy?”

You can hear him groan. “Yeah, it’s me. Sorry ‘bout them?” After you give him a light chuckle, he laughs along with you. “Why don’t I call you back later?”

“Sounds perfect. I hope Sarah enjoys her book.” You make sure to hang up.

After you put your phone down on the tile counter, you rest your head right next to it. Screaming into the off-white tile, you let out every ounce of embarrassment. Quickly, you take out leftover take-out from your fridge and pops it into the microwave. While waiting the longest minute you’ve ever experienced, you pace around the kitchen. Once the food’s done, you flop on your old leather couch and eat your luke-warm food.

As you’re dozing off, with your CD player humming in the background, your phone rings. Unlike every morning when you need to wake up on time, you jump back to life to pick up the phone. “Tommy?”

“Hey Beautiful.” Your heart skips a beat as you process the nickname. “Sorry about my brother. He’s something else. And he’s probably mad at me for missing work yesterday.”

“Oh, don’t worry ‘bout it.” Cool leather comforts your bare legs. “It was kinda funny.”

“Well, I would love to talk to you in private–”

“So your brother was right? You’re asking me out on a date?”

“Was I that obvious?”

Laughing, you throw your head back. “I think the ‘Hey Beautiful’ was the only hint I needed.” You pause. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. It’s kinda funny. Have you forgotten about my stupid mouth?”

Tommy laughs, making him feel slightly better, “So maybe you’re the one asking me out?”

“Name a time and place. I’ll be there.”

“I’ll pick you up at the end of your shift.”

“Six o’clock. I’ll meet you at the garage entrance.”

“Perfect. I’ll see ya there. ‘Night Beautiful”

“Good night, Handsome.”

Tying back the front strands of your hair and reapplying kajal, you try to make yourself more presentable. After a couple moments where you stare at your deeply tanned skin to check for pimples, you rush out of the bathroom to the garage entrance. Your boot heels click together while you wait.

A dark green pick-up truck poorly parks in front of you. Your face brightens up as you see Tommy get out of the truck. He jogs over to you and the two of you hug. As you step back, you take in every ounce of ruggedness Tommy’s emitting. Smiling, you greet him, “Hey Handsome.”

“Hey Beautiful, you look amazing.” Both of your cheeks heat up at the same time while you’re staring at each other. “You ready to go?”

“Ready as ever.” Tommy opens the passenger’s seat to his car for you. Smiling at him, you whisper “Thanks.” Once he gets into the driver’s seat, you ask “So, where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.” You stiffen up, but as he smiles at you, all of your worries melt away. His tanned skin and freckles crinkles as he flashes his teeth at you. A few strands of thick curls flop into his face as he turns around to drive off from the local library. For a brief moment, you stare into your lap before watching the road and the sunset.

After the car stops, Tommy hops out and scurries over to open the door for you. As you get out, you thank him. Hesitantly, he holds your hand as the two of you walk into the restaurant. Once you sit down, you finally get a good look at Tommy. Finally, you can just find the constellations hidden in the galaxy of freckles all over his face. The dim light of the restaurant highlights the loose strands of hair. All you wanna do is to run your hands through it as you kiss him. Like that’s ever gonna happen. While you’re staring, the waiter comes over to your table, “What can I getcha to drink this evening?”

Tommy gestures to you to order first. “Diet Coke, please.”

“Is Pepsi okay?”

“Can I just have a water then?”

The waiter nods.

“And I’ll take a Budwiser.”

“I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

Once the waiter walks out of ear shot, Tommy chuckles, “Don’t like Pepsi?”

“Fuck no. It’s disgusting.” The smile on his face grows as you continue your rant about how Diet Coke is superior to Pepsi. “I refuse to trust anyone who likes Pepsi over Coke.” Sighing, you push some hair back, “Oh since you’re drinking, do you want me to drive you home?”

“I’ll be fine.” You look at him, absolutely filled with concern. Nervously pushing back his hair, Tommy swallows a lump in his throat. “Are you sure? I don’t want to impose on you.”

“It’s better to impose on me and be safe than to get in a car accident. Just make sure you have a glass of water with your drink.” You flash him a light toothless smile. “I’m perfectly fine with driving you home.” Laughing, you wink, “As long as it keeps you safe, Handsome.”

Tommy laughs along with you, “Well, I’ll have to make it up to you. Maybe, if this goes well, we can go on another date.”

“Sounds perfect. Is there anything you would like to do?” Tommy shakes his head. “I’m thinking too much about the future, maybe–”

“Thinking about the future?” You nod, slightly confused. “So what does your mind say about our future?”

“That was smooth, Miller.” A genuine laugh, that fills the room, falls from your chest. While you continue to laugh, Tommy smiles at you. “Well, my mind says it sees us going home, and…” You intentionally stop, you literally have no thoughts left in your brain.

“And what?” He grabs your hands, your chubby fingers interlock with his calloused ones. Before he can continue, the waiter places your drinks in front of you. “Thanks.”

“Thank you.” The waiter leaves. “C’mon Tommy, let your imagination run wild.” 

“That’s a dangerous thing, Beautiful.”

Uncontrollably, you begin to laugh. “We’re really bad at flirting, aren’t we?”

“Maybe it’s just you.”

“‘Cuse you?”

“I said what I said.” He shrugs. “I can pick up any girl if I wanted to.”

Rolling your eyes, “Sure. And I’m the Queen of Mars.”

“Fine, choose any girl for me to try and pick up.” Your left index finger points to yourself. Tommy grins, I like a challenge. “I like a challenge.”

After the date, you walk Tommy to his front door. He invites you in, and you accept. The moment the door closes behind you, the now sober man presses his lips against you. While you try to process what’s happening, you kiss back. The moment Tommy pulls away, he asks “Did I read the situation wrong?”

“No, no. I wanted it, I was just surprised.” Giggling, you whisper, “Just shut up and kiss me.”

Tommy smashes his lips back onto yours. They’re soft and gentle yet hungry. Slowly, your arms wrap around his neck–pulling you closer to him. Smiling into the kisses, you back up and press yourself against the wooden door. His lips slip away from yours, leaving you breathless and panting, and starts to trail downwards. He carefully sucks little love bites into the soft flesh of your neck. While you’re too busy clinging onto his hair, Tommy’s hands make their way down to your waist. To your surprise, he squeezes your ass through your jeans. Gasping, Tommy takes that change to slip his tongue into your mouth. You let him guide you along in this tango. While you’re tugging on Tommy’s hair, he starts to button your jeans. As you let go of any concerns you had, Tommy pulls away and guides you to his room–and leaves you shuffling along the floor with your pants pooling at your feet.

Even before you can enter his room, the two of you are already practically naked; Tommy’s only left on his red boxers and you only have black cotton underwear. Soon enough, your bodies are colliding as you fall back onto his mattress. The two of you laugh as you continue to pet each other. Slowly, you crawl backwards enough that the bottom half of your legs dangle from the edge of the bed. His hands grope your chest as you try and sit up. Tommy’s legs rest on either side of your lap. Your eyes flicker down, just for a moment, and to your surprise you catch a glimpse of his bulge, his dick trying to free itself, and a tiny wet spot on the fabric. With the addition of this sight and the cool air, your nipples harden as your dark neck hair sticks up. Goosebumps cover your body. Tommy clearly sees his affect on you. You’re basically an open book for him to read.

With dark hair in your face, you try to hide your embarrassment. Before you can return to kissing him, Tommy uses his index finger and forces you to look at him. Smirking, he leans down–his face mere centimeters away from your face–and takes in the sight. He can see each thick eyelash as you blink up at him through your dark eyes and how your thick eyebrows can convey how much you’re enjoying this than the thinner–over plucked–eyebrows some other women had. He can see how perfect your hooked nose is. Grinning at your soft expression, Tommy pushes some of the hair out of your face, and tucks it behind your ear. “You’re so beautiful.” He presses a light kiss on your lips. “Seriously, I mean it.”

Chuckling, you smile. “You sure know how to make a woman feel special.”

Slowly, Tommy backs away and his finger hooks itself on the elastic of your underwear, pulling it off as he continues, “I want to make you feel more than special.”

As Tommy discards your underwear on the floor. Honestly you expected him to whip off his boxers and just go in, without any preparation; instead, he lowers himself and spreads your legs far apart. Soon enough you can barely see his hair as he buries himself right against your cunt. He takes his time and teases you with a few kitten licks across your clit. Warm shivers run across your spin as he presses a gentle kiss on the same place. Carefully, his lips lock on the sensitive and swollen bud, forcing a breath sigh out of you. Slight stubble rubs against your skin as Tommy smiles. The extra simulation knocks extra air out of your lungs.

His tongue caresses your clit in all the right ways. Soft moans fill the room. Ever so slightly, your back arches a little more, and you grind your hips against Tommy’s face as he pulls away to look up at you. His eyes, darkened with lust, stare directly at your half-lidded eyes. While you’re propped up on your elbows, panting, you see Tommy smirk. “Tommy, please. Please!”

“Please what, darling?” Groaning, you buck your hips up but Tommy pushes you back down. “C’mon, use your words. You’re a smart girl, I know you can.”

“Fuck,” you mumble underneath your breath. “Tommy, just please continue. Please suck my clit, it feels so good.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” 

Tommy sinks back down and locks his lips back on your clit. He swirls his tongue around. The combination of the sucking and swirling has a tiny coil forming in your core. Carefully, he nudges your left thigh as he brings his hand up. A breathy moan echoes around the room, “Tommy~”

Slowly, he inserts his middle and index finger into your folds, and curls them. Each curl hits the right spot. Your breathy moans grow into loud begging and whimpering. The coil tightens more and more. Just before the coil could let anything out, Tommy pulls his fingers out. Glistening liquid drips down as he licks his fingers clean. He presses a wet kiss against your mouth; you could taste yourself and you whimper at his gesture. For a moment he stands there, taking in the sight. “Jesus, you’re gorgeous… I wish I could take a photo of this moment.”

“Come here, Handsome.” Giggling, you pull Tommy back down for another kiss. “Well, then. Maybe if you can make me finally cum, then maybe we can continue this.” You lean forward, looking up at him, and your fingers play with Tommy’s waistband before pulling his boxers off. The moment you pull the boxers down, Tommy’s dick springs free. You stare for a moment before pressing a light kiss on his tip. Ever so slightly, you swirl your tongue around, collecting a little bit of pre-cum. For a moment, Tommy shudders before you pull away. “Tommy, just fuck me.”

Laughing at the depravity laced in your voice, Tommy smiles. “Happily, Beautiful.”

You spread your legs out as far as you can as you lay back down. Tommy follows your downwards direction. Within moments of laying back on his soft, cool sheets, Tommy slips inside of you; you gasp. It’s a little bit of a stretch, but he’s able to fully fit inside. Once you’ve adjusted to his bigger than girth and average length, Tommy starts bucking his hip. He moves in and out of you. That familiar coil returns and begins to quickly tighten.

While his dick hits the right spot everytime, you squeeze around him. The two of you moan together in unison. Tommy watches you as you tilt your head back and arch your back into him. He caresses your cheek while you gasp and grab onto his back. One of your hands latch onto his hair, tugging on it. “Fuck. Tommy-” you barely able to get out in between moaning. “Please! Don’t stop!” The coil inside you reaches its tightest feeling that it's ever been. You let out a final loud moan before everything gets caught in your throat. “Tommy!” 

With one final tug at his hair, you come undone right underneath Tommy. You let go and ride out your high as Tommy finishes inside you, calling out your name. He flops to the side of you, panting. The two of you lay there for a few moments before he turns to the side of you. “That was amazing.”

Laughing, you grin. “Maybe we can do this again sometime?” Tommy just presses his lips on yours. Once he pulls back, you look at him through your eyelashes. “So is that a yes?”

He wraps his arms around you, grinning like an idiot. “I thought I was obvious?” You lose it. A heartfelt chuckle, that comes from the pit of your stomach, fills the room. Tommy just looks at you laughing.

Unknowingly, you shimmy closer towards Tommy’s naked body. “I gotta say, I think this was the best date I’ve been on.”

Tommy turns you around to look at him. He’s absolutely over the moon. “Really? Well, then I’ll just make each date better and better.”

“You don’t need to do that, Tommy.”

“C’mon, you deserve to be treated like the queen you are.”

You burst out into laughter. “I already am.”

“Well then, it’s my duty to treat ya like a goddess.” Rolling your eyes, you gently push his shoulder back. “I’m serious.”

While pressing a kiss on his cheek as your cheeks heat up, you run your fingers through his still slicked back hair. “Damn, that gel is strong.”

“Wanna give it a run for its money?” Laughing together, you and Tommy slip under the covers. His arms wrap around you. For a moment, the two of you just lay there–taking in the soft yet sweaty moment–and you fall asleep right after you hear a “Good night, Beautiful.”

Even months after your first date, Tommy is still tormenting you at work.

As you sort books on the selves, your phone rings in your pocket. Sneaking a peak at your screen, you see a message from Tommy.

‘Hey Beautiful. Are we meeting at your place or my place tonight?’

‘We can do my place. Ain’t yours under the heavy watch of Joel? I don’t wanna upset him.’

‘Don’t even get me started. Just because I left a little early from work…’

Rolling your eyes as Tommy continues his rant about how mean his older brother is, you send him a quick reply. ‘Just remember to pick up the food this time. Oh, and what movie do ya wanna watch? <3’

‘Why don’t we make our own movie? ;)’

‘As much as I would love to, Handsome, can we talk about this later? I gotta work. Love ya.’

You stifle a laugh as you slip your phone back into your front pocket and you return to putting the books back into their proper homes.

Throughout the day something in your gut is telling you to do something. You just don’t know what that something is. And by the end of the day, your stomach is rumbling; you forgot to eat your lunch while you were helping Sarah with her homework. After she finished, you watched her walk home before you finished up your tasks. In the late evening, you were finally finished and you just immediately drove home.

Heavily panting, you run away from your apartment building. While you’re scrambling to your car, with your largest kitchen knife in your left hand, you try to yank out your keys. The moment you slip into your car, you lock it and call Tommy but he doesn’t pick up. Next thing you do is call Joel. Once again no answer. You just sit there in the car, staring at your phone. After a couple minutes, you get a phone call from an unknown number. “Hello?”

Tommy’s voice echoes into your ear, “Hey Beautiful, I’ll just cut to the chase. Can you come bail me out of jail? Look, I know I sound crazy, but some dude went beserk and tried attacking some waitress and I punched the fucker.” You sigh, Tommy’s always been a gentleman. “And if you don’t come pick me up soon, I’ll be stuck here all weekend.”

“I’m on it. Right after, we’re picking up Joel and Sarah.” You shake, “Tommy please tell me you’re not hurt.”

From the jail’s phone, you can hear Tommy smile. “Of course not. That fucker didn’t have a chance.”

After you pick up Tommy, you speed through every red light to get to Joel’s house. Outside, his car is nowhere to be seen. While Tommy’s frantically calling his brother, you kick down the front door. Hesitantly, you scream, “Sarah! Sarah!” You run upstairs to Sarah’s room, she’s still asleep. Gently, as if you were telling her to wake up for school, you shake her. “Sarah, we need to go. Tommy’s in the car trying to get a hold of your dad.” Realizing how this situation may seem after seeing one too many episodes of ‘Dateline’, you hide your knife behind your back. “Please trust me. Please.”

While she’s still trying to wake up, you pull her out of bed and drag her downstairs. As Sarah’s trying to get into the back of the car, one of the neighbors stumbles outside. Tommy’s still trying to get a hold of Joel. Before you could ask the old lady what’s happening, she runs at you. Almost animal like, she claws at you. Even though you’re initially knocked off guard, you grab your knife and jab it into the right side of her neck. Little blood comes out. Shocked, you take the knife out and slice across her neck. As her head falls to the ground, you stand there–watching how mushrooms are growing out of her wound.

Before anyone else could run at you like that old woman, a dark green truck rapidly speeds by before the driver slams on the breaks. As soon as the truck comes to a halt, Joel runs out. Glancing over at him, you see the clear distress on his face. Sarah leaps out of your car, and runs over to her dad. While they hug, you quickly slip into Joel’s garage and grab a free ax that is just begging to be used. If your knife couldn’t slice through those people’s head, you’re fucked. You run back to help Tommy out of your car, but he’s already hugging his brother. You stand there, watching the shared family moment. Sighing, you push all of your hair back and tie it back with your spare hair tie. All you want to do is figure out what the fuck is going on. While you’re thinking, Tommy snaps you out of your train of thought. He’s shouting for you to get in the truck, and you do; you sit in the back with Sarah.

Even combined, both you and Tommy are short on ration cards. That’s the moment he decides to tell you, “There's a town out west. It’s filled with survivors. I want you to come with me.” You look up at him, not knowing what to say. “There’s a chance to leave tomorrow.”

As you nod, you swallow a lump of saliva growing in your throat. “What about Joel? We should take him with us. He’s your brother.” Tommy shakes his head. You pause. “He’s lost his daughter, think about how devastated he may be. He can’t lose his brother too.” He doesn’t say anything. “Tommy? Tommy, please say something. Please.”

“I want you to come with me. Please. I love you. I can’t envision a life without you.” Tommy cradles your cheeks, and tucks some of your dark hair behind your ear. His mustache curves upwards as he smiles. “I love you.”

Hesitantly, you kiss him. As you press your lips on his, hope and dread fill your gut. Slowly, you pull away. “I love you so much. I love you Tommy.” Your dark eyes stare into his equally dark eyes. “I would love to go with you…”

“There’s a ‘but’. Isn’t there?” You nod.

“It’s not safe. What happens if either of us get infected? I don’t think I could kill you.”

“We won’t. I’ve been planning this for a while. There’s a car that we can use. It’s just half ‘n hour away from the QZ.”

“Fine. I’ll come with you. Just please promise me that you’ll tell Joel where we’re going. He deserves to know.”

“I will. I promise.”

“Alright. Name a time and place. We’ll leave then.”

[twilightmalachite]

Christmas Live - Line to Line 2

Author: Akira

Characters: Yuuta, Shinobu, Hinata, Tetora

Translation Team: Mika Enstars & 310mc

EN Proofer: ryuseipuka

"Huh, what’s going on? Are we gettin’ robbed? Beat ‘em up, Tetsu-kun! ♪"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Downtown

Shinobu: Hweeh!?

Yuuta: W-What is it? Don’t make weird noises out of nowhere, that scared me…!

Shinobu: Ahh, Yuuta-kun… Which means, the one I see across the street must be Hinata-kun, correct?

My soul nearly left my body there, you know~! You were talking to me just a moment ago, and then it was as if you suddenly teleported all the way over there! I-I thought it was ninjutsu for a second…!

Yuuta: Huh? What do you mean by that… Wait, you’re right, that is Aniki over there, across the street!

Hinata: ~……♪

Yuuta: W-What are you doing, Aniki? And what’s with that outfit? Is it Santa-san…? But it’s got horns, so a reindeer…?

God, now I’m angry! He’s doing some nonsense without telling me again!

Shinobu: (I don’t feel as though Yuuta-kun’s any different, though… He was also doing something without telling his brother…)

(But I think he’ll get angry if I say that; I shall keep my mouth zipped here. I’m the kind of kid who can read the room.)

Tetora: ~……♪

Shinobu: (Oh—I see Tetora-kun next to Hinata-kun!)

(Tetora-kun is, on the other hand, simply wearing the academy’s idol uniform~ But it looks a little too cold to wear by itself in this season, does it not…?)

(Uuu, it feels weird to be seen happily hanging out with a friend from class by a friend from my unit…)

(I don’t have a single clue how I’m supposed to act here… Ahh, I’m aware there’s more important things to worry about here, however!)

Yuuta: Aniki…!

Shinobu: Uhyah—!? Yuuta-kun, you’ll get hurt if you run here! Some parts of the road are frozen over with ice! Wait a mome—W-Woah!?

(Ooh… Yuuta-kun’s slipping through the crowd so smoothly! He must have really trained himself, whether in agility or something else…)

(I cannot allow myself to fall behind and lose! Nin-nin…♪)

Tetora: Woah—? Someone’s rushing over toward us, Hinata-kun.

Hinata: Huh, what’s going on? Are we gettin’ robbed? Beat ‘em up, Tetsu-kun! ♪

Tetora: Nah, I can’t beat that guy up… It’s your li’l brother, y’know?

Hinata: Ack, you’re right!

Y-Yuuta-ku~n? What a coincidence, meeting you here, huh? ☆

Yuuta: Don’t “what a coincidence ☆” me, Aniki! What is this? Why didn’t you tell me you’re working with, uhh… that guy from RYUSEITAI?

Are you hoping to leave 2wink for RYUSEITAI, or something?

Well, fine, not like I’ll stop you! I bet you got so sick of me always nagging at you, huh!?

Hinata: No, that’s not… Aren’t you misunderstanding, Yuuta-ku~n?

Yuuta: Then quit doing things that can be misunderstood every single time! If you’re gonna do something, then talk to me about it. We’re the two-in-one 2wink, aren’t we~?!

Hinata: No, umm? You’re wrong, this doesn’t count as cheating! I’m serious!

Tetora: Calm down a li’l, ermm, the Yuuta-kun twi—Yuuta-kun.

You can’t just yell at someone without hearing ‘em out first. You gotta listen to what your big bro has to say too, ‘kay~?

Yuuta: You’re just an outsider, so don’t stick your nose into this! This is a 2wink matter, a family matter!

Shinobu: Huff, huff…! I finally caught up… What’s the situation right now?

Tetora: Ah, Sengoku-kun. ‘Suuup~ It’s not every day we meet around town, huh~♪

Shinobu: O-Owh… It is because I can’t handle crowds… T-Tetora-kun, wh-what’re you doin’... doing here?

Tetora: How come you’re stammering like that?

I bet it’s ‘cuz it’s too cold to talk properly, isn’t it~? Ahaha~ Lemme go getcha some hot coffee. ♪

Shinobu: Ah, no! Leave that aside for now—Yuuta-kun’s strangling Hinata-kun, please stop him! I won’t be able to hold him back on his own with my strength, so…!?

Tetora: Oh, woah—Heeey~ You’re getting in the way of business by causing a ruckus in front of the store, y’know?

Yuuta: Shut it! Aniki, you better have a good explanation!

Hinata: Nggh… W-Well, you see… It’s just a small part-time job! I didn’t have enough cash for the ingredients for the Christmas cake, you see!

And you know~, I’m gonna make somethin’ really gorgeous this year! ☆

Tetora: Huh? But Hinata-kun, didn’t you say something ‘bout 2wink’s unit finan—Mmphh!?

Hinata: D-Don’t say anything! Please, Tetsu-kun!

Yuuta: Now what are you whispering to each other about? Well, whatever, like I care! What’s it matter what you do with the money you earn, Aniki! It’s Aniki’s business, isn’t it~?

And I get to have my own business, too! Let’s go, Shinobu-kun!

Shinobu: Huh? Huh? H-Hold on—... Go where? Awawa—?

Tetora: Hey, hold it right there! Please don’t be so rough with my comrade! He’ll trip and get hurt if you keep pulling him so forcefully!

Shinobu: Owowowow, you’re being rough too, Tetora-kun! Don’t grab my arm so tightly, you’ll leave a bruise—Wait, my arms are going to come off at this rate…!?

Tetora: Ugh~! This is gettin’ so chaotic, I dunno what’s even goin’ on anymore! Everyone, take a deep breath!

Or else I’ll make you zip it with my fists!

It’s almost Christmas, so don’t go doing somethin’ as stupid as getting all tense at this point in the year! If you don’t start bein’ good kids, Santa-san won’t come visit you!

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[letamreviews]

Mini Review - The Blackening (2023)

i really like it (high tier?) 🤔

Quite a Black-ass funny-ass horror, but much more of an interesting Black movie than a horror. Like, the main horror is in the racist murderer at a cabin in the woods. Like,... I'm not even gonna explain that. You either get it or you don't. Which brings me to the main thing I wanna say. This really is for Black people. I wouldn't recommend it for people who aren't in some way "Black" (biracials, getcha ass in here).

I'm serious when I say this isn't for Euros. Like, y'all really shouldn't* watch this unless you were out of the blue invited by Black people or are yourself very involved with Blackness in some way. (whatever dafuq that means) Should full-on Euros who have no actual exposure to Blackness see this movie? Absolutely not. Everything's dangerous in the wrong hands, and some of y'all asses are gonna do the absolute wrong shit with this. Intentionally or not.

*Pre-Edit: I heard a room of Black people (including some cast members) completely disagree with me in Way Up With Angela Yee’s video (timestamped).

Now that I'm done talking to the non-Blacks, let's get on with it.

for the African Descended

Y'all, this some shit. God damn. So glad I just happened to see this in a small theatre filled to a third with mostly Afros. Got to enjoy the reactions almost as much as the movie. Is it great, though? As a Black movie, yeah. As a horror movie, nah. As a Black horror, yep. As a Black comedy horror, hell yeah. And to be real, I don't think non-Black reviews/opinions/criticisms should even be taken into account for this one. Like, I read 7 recent reviews on Letterboxd before getting to Darryl Buckhanan's and seeing all the convincing I needed. This ain't for everybody. And I'm glad it ain't. Let ma ass be. Real talk,... how many o'y'all would'a failed that shit? 💀

Real talk, I didn't trust this movie to not be for Euros because of the director (Tim Story). Here me out! Of his 23 movies listed on Letterboxd, I've only seen five: Barbershop (2002), Fantastic Four (2005), Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer (2007), Think Like a Man (2012) (they just had to put Rihana’s abuser in this 🙄), and this one. While I enjoyed all of the other four, I 1) haven't seen his other Black-casted works and 2) strongly suspected Shaft (2019) of being made for Euros everytime I saw its preview in theatres. Never bothered to confirm that suspicion, but I don't feel the need to. Fortunately, that review convinced me of this one and I saw it yesterday.

Side Notes:

Would not recommend watching 3Peat Presents: The Blackening - Uncensored before the movie if you're already interested. If you ain't, then go ahead and ask yourself if you want a feature length film inspired by this 4 minute Comedy Central skit. (the answer is yes)

Already saw it and interested in hearing some of the cast and crew talk about it? Here ya go:

‘The Blackening’ Cast on How a Comedy Short Turned Into the Feature Film | TIFF 2022 - The Hollywood Reporter

list of Critqal's mini interviews with the cast

THE BLACKENING Hilarious Cast Interview | Grace Byers, Antoinette Robertson and Sinqua Walls - Jake's Takes

The Blackening "World Premiere" | Cast Q&A TIFF 2022 - Antoinette Robertson

We Can't All Die First! Dishin' All Things, Horror & Comedy with The Blackening Movie Cast! - Dish Nation

The Blackening Interviews: Dewayne Perkins, Jermaine Fowler, Tim Story & More - JoBlo Celebrity Interviews

The Blackening Cast and Writers on Subverting Horror Tropes and Cracking Up on Set | TIFF 2022 - Collider Interviews

The Blackening Cast Talks Chemistry Between Cast Members, Horror Movies + More - Way Up With Angela Yee

The Cast Of 'The Blackening' Speaks On Creating A Horror Film From The Black Perspective + More - Breakfast Club Power 105.1 FM

Waitin' for my favorite Afro streamers to talk about The Blackening. fuckers better come on

Happy Juneteenth, mofos

Pre-Edit: I realized while listening to interviews and doing my Crew Data that this movie probably won't fully succeed unless Euros watch it too. That’s the business side of it. I’m speaking on more of a personal matter in comparison. meh 🤷🏿‍♂️ Shortly after typing the above, I heard a room of Black people (including some cast members) completely disagree with me in Way Up With Angela Yee’s video (timestamped).

Tests:

I’m gonna skip 4 crew tests and hold off on posting Crew Data for now. Here’s the test process for the other 16, though.

[everystephoftheway]

camp cloudtop: chapter sixteen

Long chapter yay! Also it turns out I can’t count the fic is gonna end up being 30 chapters even (if nothing changes). Please like and reblog if you are enjoying the story; I love reading all your tags/comments it makes my heart happy <3

Read more is for length only, nothing content based.

This can be found on ao3 as well.    

After a few days of whispers, a secret sign up sheet in Keyleth’s pocket, and a little bit of encouragement, Keyleth and Vax managed to get–at minimum–every group in the camp involved in the talent show; some campers and counselors had interest in doing their own acts too once they heard that was an option, and, hey, the more the merrier. 

“Wait, you guys are doing a bake sale?” Music filled the padded play room where the pre-school group resided for most of the day, but even still the idea of a bake sale made Pike, a small gnome with stark white hair and a badass scar down one side of her face, shout loud enough to be heard easily over it. 

“We are!” Keyleth couldn’t help but match her energy. “Do you bake?”

“Do I? Don’t even worry about that part of things; I’ve totally got you covered.” 

“Are you sure?” Vax leaned in, warm friendliness smiling across his features. “We’re happy to help.”

“Seriously, I’ve got it. Grog can be my sous chef. Right, Grog?”

“Sure thing, Pikey!” There was no way the half giant heard what they were saying with two toddlers climbing up his head and chest, but he gave a thumbs up anyway. 

“But, we do ask that you keep this a secret for now.”

“A secret? Why are we keeping it a secret?”

“We want it to be a surprise for Gilmore.” Keyleth glanced over at Vax who simply looked back; the lie that wasn’t entirely a lie had been working thus far. “We don’t want to make more work for him, and when he finds out he will definitely want to help.” 

Pike nodded, chewing on the inside of her cheek for a second before her nodding intensified. “Okay, okay, okay. Yeah, I getcha. Just be sure to tell him before it happens! He’d do a great act for the talent show.”

Keyleth and Vax grinned. “Of course,” he said. “We definitely want him to be involved once it’s all ready.”

A little elven boy started to tug at Pike’s scarf that laid down her chest, and she jerked forward, laughing.

“Sorry guys, I think I’ve got to get back to the kiddos.” 

“No, yeah, sorry to keep you.” Keyleth gave the little boy a pat on the head and offered Pike and Grog a wave. “We’ll give you more details later! Thanks!”

With another wave, the two headed out of the pre-school room and started heading back toward the gym where their group was finishing up a round of dodgeball. 

“I can’t believe it’s been so easy,” Keyleth said, voice a bit more airy than usual as she kept herself quiet. She pulled the sign up sheet out of her pocket, placed it against her thigh as they walked, and added Pike and Grog’s names with a dash following, ‘BAKE SALE’, in all capital letters.

“I know. People really do love this camp. Or, at least they love Gilmore.” Vax scanned around them as Keyleth wrote on the list and put it away, keeping watch for anyone who could see. Luckily, he didn’t spot anybody. “I don’t think it hurts that you’re the one asking.” 

Keyleth had to laugh at that, pointing to herself. “Me? Nobody knows me; I’m brand new. If anything, they’re all taken by you and your charm.” 

Vax laughed too, though his was softer, less surprised. “I think you give me too much credit and don’t think you give yourself enough credit. You’re doing an amazing job with all of this. You can take some credit.” 

Keyleth’s eyes found her feet as her cheeks went red, hair–perhaps on purpose–falling forward to hide herself from Vax for a moment before she felt like she could speak without her voice cracking. “I’ll take some if you take some.”

He laughed again. “Deal.” 

                                                          X.X.X

Back in their familiar music room, Vax and Keyleth sat in a circle with their kids, watching all their little faces carefully as they mulled over the idea of the talent show. 

“We can do anything we want?”

“Anything within reason,” Vax said, but quickly shrugged. “But, for all intents and purposes, sure.” 

“Can we do the Macarena?”

“If you want to do the Macarena.” 

Tyne jumped up. “What about a concert? We can bring all the instruments from here!”

Keyleth pointed at him. “I like the way you’re thinking, Tyne. We have time to nail down our act, but what we really need to focus on today is that this is a secret, right? We’re not going to tell Director Gilmore. You can tell your parents because we want them to come, but we can’t talk about it when we’re not in this room, okay?”

“A secret,” Clemyn reiterated.

Vax nodded. “A secret. For now.” 

“Like Keyleth and Mr. Kash?”

Keyleth’s shoulders fell and her expression went blank for a moment before she sighed, resigned to the fact that kids really did know everything, and said, “Yeah.”

“Exactly like that,” Vax added, trying very hard not to laugh.

“Don’t worry. I didn’t tell anyone, Ms. Keyleth. Secrets are safe with me. And us. Right?”

The group responded with a resounding, “Yeah!”

“Alright,” Keyleth smiled, writing their group down on the sign up list. “I’m putting a lot of trust in you guys.”

“Don’t worry, Ms. Keyleth. The Golden Goldfish can keep secrets.” 

Both Vax and Keyleth’s eyes widened. “The Golden Goldfish?”

“Yeah! That’s our group name! Remember, you told us to come up with a group name?”

“No, yeah, group name. Right. And how did you guys come up with Golden Goldfish?”

Clemyn shrugged. “It just sounded cool.” 

Vax and Keyleth looked at each other, both of them now trying hard not to laugh. 

“Alright,” he started, and Keyleth finished, “The Golden Goldfish.” 

                                                         X.X.X

“You really won’t do anything?”

Keyleth, Vax, Vex, Kash, and Zahra all stood together against one of the walls of the cafeteria, half watching over their groups as they ate and half continuing to plan. 

“I’m not really much of a performance guy,” Kash said, folding his arms across his chest.

“You run a vlog,” Vex argued, matching his stance.

“That’s different from getting on a stage. Seriously, I don’t want to do it. I’ll do the vlogs and help promote it. I’ll stand at the door and collect money for admission. I’ll put glitter on the kids’ faces; I’ll do whatever else you want, but I’m not doing an act.” 

Keyleth frowned, her big green eyes even larger and greener than usual in a silent attempt to get Kash to change his mind. “What happened to ‘anything for you, babe’?”

He just rolled his eyes. “Please stop. I’m not doing it.” 

Keyleth huffed and sighed in defeat. “Fine. I will give you other jobs, though, now that you mention it.” 

“Hey!” The group looked up to see Percy speed walking toward them, a leather messenger bag strapped across his chest, the bag part bumping against his hip. 

“Hey,” he said again when he reached everyone, softer this time and a bit out of breath.

“Did you run over here?” Zahra asked, chuckling.

“No. Maybe. It doesn’t matter. I was doing some research on the Briarwoods,” he looked over at Keyleth, and she noticed his eyes were frantic, unusual for him. “They’re from Whitestone.”

“Your hometown?” Vex leaned into their little circle. 

Percy nodded. “They’re not ‘from’ there; I would’ve recognized them most likely if that were the case, but it seems they settled there after my family died and worked their way up the social ladder. They’re not just Deliliah and Sylas Briarwood. They’re Lord and Lady Briarwood. I can’t figure out why I’ve never heard their names before. After the day’s over I’m going to make some calls back home and see what they can tell me.” 

“Percy?” Keyleth almost raised her hand, but she fought the urge. “Um, what happened to your family? If you don’t mind–”

He shook his head. “No, it’s fine.” He cleared his throat, then spoke very matter of factly, like he was reading facts off a trivia page. “We came to Emon on a week-long vacation. We were all in the car one night, and we got into an accident. A bad accident. Cassandra and I were the only survivors. They think it’s because we were asleep. Limp bodies help with lesser injuries.” 

Keyleth reached over and took his hand. “I’m so sorry for your losses. Thank you for telling us.” 

He nodded with no hint of a smile, and cleared his throat again. “I’ll let you know what I hear from Whitestone.” 

                                                         X.X.X

Keyleth was exhausted by the time the day came to an end, her feet aching against the pavement as her and Kash walked out toward the parking lot. She still had a smile on her face, however, as her hand laid over the nearly full sign up sheet pressed against her thigh in her pocket. 

“You look exhausted,” Kash said with a light laugh. “You want a ride home?”

Keyleth thought for a second, but ultimately shook her head. “No thanks. I’m gonna take my own way this time. It gets me there faster,” she admitted. 

“The tree, right?” 

Keyleth’s lips curled into each other as her neck grew warm, and she shrugged. 

“How does that work? Like, what are you doing? It’s some kind of magic, but magic I’ve never seen before.” 

Keyleth turned to look at the tree and then back at Kash. “Oh, it’s really complicated and hard to explain. I don’t–” It wasn’t really that hard to explain–she was using the tree as a portal to another tree–but there weren’t too many druids running around the city; when she first got to Emon she used her magic more openly, but after some teasing names and taunts by city folk she started keeping it to herself. “I’ll tell you another time. When I’m not as tired, okay?”

Kash’s eyes narrowed at her, but he ultimately didn’t press. “I’m gonna hold you to that.” 

Keyleth managed a smile. “Yeah, I know. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Dinner at six, right?”

She nodded.

He smiled. “See you tomorrow.” 

Keyleth waited for Kash to get into his car and drive off before she turned and headed to her tree, happy to be welcomed by the warm embrace of her backyard as she walked through. 

[driftingballoons]

Having BIG thoughts and feelings about pokemon explorers of the spirit but in case anyone’s thinking of playing gonna put all the spoilers below the cut

Ok so plot was great, at first kind of had a hard time playing as this ~extremely angry~ version of hero, but eventually got used to it

Grovyle my beloved dumbass, if you wanted to tie up loose ends with hero/partner, why did you go to a time BEFORE they knew who you were???

also CHEATED OF DUSKNOIR TIME :(

Anyway as hero’s life started spiraling it made me think about my own experiences with anger (it’s presence as a defense mechanism and how that can drive people away) so that hit quite close to home

the AURASPHERE; this revelation that hero is feeling constantly threatened and under attack by those around them, hence feels the need to fight back (excessively) in self defense was really eye opening about why they’re like that

it’s interesting that Darkrai is trying to show them this to reconnect them with their original (spoilers) darkrai spirit, but they’ve already changed so much that it’s more a rock bottom realization of how self destructive they’re being

side note Grovyle I think that by traveling back in time and creating a new “past” timeline you might have successfully erased your partner from existence, so good job :(

Cresselia chasing Darkrai with the odd keystone after Natu’s vision “I’m gonna getcha! I’m gonna getcha!!”

breloom is there

the sharpedo bluff scene was 10/10. Those feelings of being fundamentally flawed and beyond redemption can be really powerful, but with them come the realization that a) wanting to be a better you is a huge step to self improvement and b) we are all capable of change, it just happens one step at a time

Also love the lesson for grovyle about having to learn how to live in a new way after you’ve already achieved something you’ve worked so hard for

also celebi having the only brain cell “grovyle look around! if something happened in the past then the future would be in fucking ruins!”

and finally the series of boss fights with darkrai. Oh my god. Like he’s trying so hard to drag the hero back to where they were pre-amnesia, and the attempts are getting more and more desperate, and his allies are dwindling until he’s literally left with himself

giratina: I HAVE DESTROYED HIS SPIRIT, HIS BODY IS JUST HERE NOW. GOODBYE. Or you could like…kill him

hero you do NOT NEED TO POSSESS HIM YOU COULD JUST KILL HIM TO BE RID OF HIM FOR GOOD

also partner internally “huh, if they possess darkrai’s body, I’ll finally be free 😌”

and the final final fight…you’ve come so far through all this, you’re back where you started, you’ve destroyed the last flimsy scraps of your original self, but now you once again are yourself through and through. You sacrifice your new chance at life to keep yourself in check. Penance for crimes you have little memory of committing and no desire to repeat

Heartwarming cutscenes of everyone else living :)

also partner DO NOT THROW THE ODD KEYSTONE INTO THE OCEAN THERE ARE 108 GUYS IN THERE!!

(spiritomb waking up later “where the fuck am I???”)

anyway thanks for reading! If I didn’t write it down somewhere it was going to rot my brain!