#it would be a pretty damn big serve if I can pull this off

[psychoticwillgraham]

stopping for the night, but I just accidentally started working on my first costume, an upcycle of an old size 4X colorful suit that I never even got to wear, so if I fuck up there’s no harm done. im gonna have to basically reconstruct the ENTIRE goddamn thing. like taking in the sides, chest, shoulders (still keeping the ridiculous shoulder pads tho), arms, and back. like, significantly. AND I’ve gotta cut off half of it to look like this reference that im trying to recreate:

[misaamoure]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭:

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭!!

⋅ ˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬:

“You must be out of your damn mind if you think that’s gonna fit in me.”

Sylus looked almost offended as you pointed down at his obnoxiously large appendage.

“I’m sorry, I thought you said you liked big dicks?”

You and Sylus had finally gotten in the mood to go all the way… until he pulled his pants and boxers down.

The pure shock on your face was an ego booster for him.

Then he developed his own look of pure shock upon you proclaiming that the sex was off.

And upon asking why, your reasoning was, “it won’t fit. Are you stupid?”

Which he immediately responded with, “I’ll make it fit, sweetie. Don’t worry your pretty little head.”

This only serves to piss you off more.

However… you couldn’t deny the fact that you were extremely curious.

How would it feel? How deep would it go? Could you actually take it?

All this pondering led to you begrudgingly taking him up on his offer.

“Sylus, please, enough! Just fuck me… already…!”

It felt like he had been eating you out for hours.

Sucking on your clit, sticking his tongue into you, and occasionally slipping a finger in.

“You think you’re ready for my cock?” He fixed his sanguine gaze right onto your beautiful face.

You nodded vigorously.

“Alright,” He gave your clit on more kiss before sitting up, palming himself a bit for some kind of relief. “Can you turn over for me, kitten?”

Doing exactly as he asked, you didn’t miss a beat. You were more than eager for it at this point.

You felt Sylus’s warm, hard, heavy body embrace yours, as you two were in the prone bone position.

“Tell me if it hurts, okay, Y/N?” You felt him kiss your shoulder tenderly.

“Yes sir.”

“You promise?”

Oh here he goes. You could sense Sylus’s bullshit from a mile away.

“Yes I promise.”

“You sure?”

“Get the fuck on with it already!”

“I’m gonna count down from three.” You felt him run his tip up and down, paying extra attention to your sensitive clit.

“Nnngh… whatever!” He chuckled at your increasing frustration. You were just so cute like this.

“One…”

You felt Sylus thrust his entire cock in at once, making you gasp as tears welled up in your eyes.

“Sylus what the fuck?!” You looked back at him over your shoulder in disbelief.

“It’s better like this, trust me.”

If you were in a state to argue with him, you would. But right now in this moment, you were in no state to tell him off.

You felt so fucking full. It felt like he was in your guts. Big. So big.

And oddly enough… you loved it.

It felt so warm and intimate. Made you wonder what a creampie could be like.

The sensation of Sylus beginning to move inside of you knocked you out of your thoughts.

He was going so incredibly slow… you could feel every single inch, vein, and curve as he slowly pulled half of himself out and thrusted all of it back in.

“Oh my god, it’s so good,” You said breathlessly, barely able to register the feeling of anything but being stuffed to the brim. “It’s so good… what do I do?”

You heard Sylus groan deeply before a dark chuckle escaped his throat.

“Sit back and enjoy, kitten. That’s all you need to do.”

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞:

“No Zayne, it’s not gonna fit, I’m serious!”

“We haven’t even tried yet, Y/N. Relax, please.”

While Zayne’s calm demeanor was often grounding, right now you found it nothing short of annoying.

Your little heart was about to beat right out of your chest… you were sure he could practically hear your heartbeats right now. No stethoscope needed!

It was your first time together… neither of you two had seen each other naked before.

So imagine your surprise when Zayne casually pulls his boxers down to reveal the absolute weapon in his pants.

It wasn’t just big length wise… it was thick. Very thick.

And so so pretty. His dick was so incredibly pretty.

A gorgeous pink tip that faded in color towards the base. Like it was made just for you.

You always caught glimpses of his bulge through his slacks, but you didn’t expect it to be so… huge?

A jaw dropping reveal.

Knowing you like the back of his hand, Zayne obviously felt your concerned gaze on him.

And he promised to get you ready for him properly.

Fingering you for a good hour… making you cum multiple times and stretching you out like the good man he was.

“Do you think you’re ready now?” He was between your legs in missionary, staring down at you.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You sighed.

“I’ll go slow, I promise.” Zayne kissed you lovingly on the cheek.

You nodded, skin brushing against his as he pulled away.

Gasping as you felt his tip rub up and down your folds, you felt him experimentally push into you to see how much force it would take to enter you.

“Zayne…”

“I know. I’ve got you.”

His soothing words did nothing but assure you. Zayne had every bit of your trust, and he had earned it all.

He entered you slowly, using exact force to get just the tip in.

The sensation of that alone made you toss and turn.

He kept pulling out, and pushing in… and pulling out and pushing in… each time inching a bit more of his cock inside you.

“So big… Zayne it’s so big…” You whined out, eyes shut as you weakly pressed as his pelvis with your palm.

“If you’re saying it’s big when I’ve just managed to fit half of my cock inside you,” Zayne struggled to muffle his own sounds between words. “You’re in for a much harder time than you think.”

He continued his method from before… slowly inching more and more of his cock in a he fucked in and out of you slowly.

The pain was undeniable. But something else was also undeniable.

You felt so incredibly full inside. It felt amazing. The fullness mixed with the invigorating friction of each thrust was intensifying by the minute.

“So good… I think… it’s so good… more please…!”

Zayne chuckled at your admission.

“How about this?” Zayne leaned forward to lean on his forearms above you, grinding his thick cock into you with each stroke. “Does that feel good?”

“Yessss… yeah! Feels so good… Zayne!” You’re pretty sure you were babbling like an idiot, but you just couldn’t help it.

Dipping down, he caught your lips with his for a deep kiss.

Pulling away, his eyes bore deep into yours. So deep that you could see yourself reflected in them.

“Do you want me to go faster now?”

“Yes… please… Zayne…!”

[vrachis]

💭 thinking about … ; rough sex with sanhua !

— } imo i feel like sanhua like being eaten out a lot if u ask her to

— } supporting that point, i like to think she’s very sensitive down there so when u eat her out like there’s no tomorrow she’ll be letting out quiet cries and squirming in her place 🥺

— } since she serves jihnsi a lot and carries out tasks given to her by the magistrate, she basically has no time whatsoever to find relief yk :/

— } and ofc its ur duty as her lover to make sure she gets the proper amount of rest bcs!!! who would want to see such a pretty woman in such a bad state :(

— } so when u personally order her to request a break when jihnsi comes back to jinzhou, she thinks its so so selfish of you to ask her to do that, let alone she’s asking her boss; the magistrate of jinzhou, to give her a break????

— } girlie freaks out when u tell her bcs nuh uh her ass is stubborn and will NOT, i tell u she WONT ever leave her lady’s side especially now with the amount of tacet fields randomly spawning in all sorts of locations and she’s gotta deal with those 💀

— } however u reason out with her, telling her she’s gotta take a break bcs self care is key if u wanna take care of the person u wanna protect!!!

— } she agrees that ig u do have a point but the best she can do is go off for a day or two 💀😭👎

— } i mean thats good enough for a break right??? 😭😭😭 she does agree to this UNLESS jihnsi actually needs her in for work bcs god forbid the things u might say if u ever stumble into the city hall 💀💀💀

— } jokes aside tho you’ll tell her that you will make it up to her and provide her with the stress relief she needs!!!!

— } it’ll start as a usual morning for her getting prepared to go to the city hall to supervise jinhsi, and she’s all dressed up in that outfit (that makes u want to bend her over then and there)

— } so fuck it, since it’s still so damn early, why not have this time to give your lover some good luck and appreciation?? woman needs to be showered in praises and loving 🥺🙈

“darling, w-wait-“

you shush her when you push two digits in her mouth, your fingers mingling with her tongue as they get coated with her saliva.

“shh, let me wish you good luck before you go, alright? so stay still and take it.”

as your hips slowly still against her ass, you take the opportunity to press sloppy kisses against her cheek, and your hands making work to roam all around her curvaceous body. your other hand slips through her top (with easy access due to her having no sleeves lol) and toy with her tit, fondling her breast and making sure to give her nipple some attention too.

you can hear sanhua’s breath deepen as you do your ministrations. with some of the foreplay done, your hips pull back and snap against her.

the sudden thrust has sanhua letting out a loud mewl. her hands scramble to grip at the wall, hand steadying themselves to avoid herself from being thrown forward. her legs shake and you feel her become wetter; if the copious amount of slick dripping down her thighs was anything to pass by.

“ngh…”

sanhua lets out a series of moans as you continue to snap your hips against her, the tip of the dildo inside her grazing against the spots she didn’t know had existed. she think this is so undignified, but she can’t help but want more when you make her feel so good. the knot in her belly make her feel funny, and she feels as if she’s going to make a big mess. she turns to you, wetness glazing her eyes as she gazes at you to see lust painted on your expression.

“gonna… make a mess! please, please—“

sanhua doesn’t know what she’s even begging for when that coil snaps and she’s gushing her juices out when you hilt inside her and hit her cervix.

your eyes go wide in excitement when the ever so composed bodyguard of the magistrate jinhsi, makes a fucking mess and comes all over your strap. you had other ideas in mind when you wanted her to take a break but now, you surely have other ideas now.

“how’s that for good luck? surely you’d come back wanting more right?” you coo against her ear when you loom over her back and hold her close. “don’t worry, i’ll make you feel real good, darling.”

[eldritch-spouse]

https://www.tumblr.com/eldritch-spouse/747047318802579456/can-i-eat-santi-and-not-like-just-eat-him-out-or

Santi’s obsession going to Morell and asking how he would best cook concubi

He knows who it is that wandered into his kitchen without knocking almost immediately.

First, you stink of demon, particularly the one he works with. Second, you're starting to pick up on that lilt Santi uses when he's going to ask for something.

" Yuh? " He says, turning just barely around to see you.

While you have yet to reach the incubus' brand of shamelessness, you've started to wear more revealing clothes. Things he gets for you, probably. And damn that stupid horny demon, he really knows how to show off those little pockets of fat on a piggie's pretty tummy.

" I was thinking about something, and surely someone as talented as you must know how to help me... "

" Uhuh. " Morell does not have time for this bullshit.

Turnip keeps waving a brownie at you, because clearly if you barged in the kitchen then you must be hungry. He figures you'll eventually cave and eat it, a pink bobble's resilience is no joke.

" So, if I wanted to, say... Cook an incubus-"

Morell chokes.

" Oh dear, are you okay? Well, what would be the best way to do it? "

Morell washes his hands just so he can drag them down his face and massage his temples.

" ... This a sex thing? " He deadpans.

You blink at him and cock your head.

It's always a sex thing.

" Ah'm not gonna cook Santi for ya. " He blinks. " Don' wanna, an' ah can't either. Not unless ah want ta be flayed alive or somethin' ... " Morell makes vague gestures with his hands, briefly trying to imagine what Krulu might put him through.

You twirl your hair with one hand and pout in a way he's sure the incubus taught you to. Because it's irritatingly eye-catching.

" Listen... I just want your opinion, Mori. " You whine.

Morell does not want you and him to be on a first name basis.

Nevertheless, he knows he should at least try to not think about how you'll use such information and actually answer the question. Because you're about as stubborn as the horned menace himself, if he had to guess.

" Fuck's sake. " The chef sighs. " Demons are hot. "

" Yeah, I would know- "

He looks at you like he wants to pull your ear, but doesn't. You might moan from it, he doesn't know what to expect anymore.

" Demons are hot. " Morell repeats warningly. " An' naturally spicy too, so you serve 'em with stuff ya'd usually get for spiced meats. Can't go wrong with a salad, pickled vegetables, sour creams, that kinda thing... "

For once, he gets into the drivel of preparation well enough to miss you rubbing your thighs together.

" It ain't always easy pickin' tha right parts, but Santi's big n' full in plenty o' places- "

You make a childish 'oooh' that jarringly halts his train of thought.

" I'll be sure to tell Santi that's what you think of his body. " You wink.

It's impossible. This is like Santi 2.0 in his kitchen. If the two of you ever team up then Morell is just going to start throwing pans.

" Woman ah need ya to shut tha fuck up- "

[lavendermunson]

gingerbread - eddie munson

day 1 of leia's christmas tree farm

cw no one just fluff. gilmore!reader working with sookie!

It was the way his curls framed his beautiful face, his big brown eyes shining under the soft yellow lights of the bakery, the way his fingers poked into his vest’s pockets to find the quarters for the tip jar. 

You’ve always looked at him with a sense of hope. Even if it’s while packing orders, fixing the last-minute details on a cake, or replacing stuff on the shelves. But now that you are taking care of everything at the front – because Sookie told you and the kitchen is a mess anyway – he’s going to come in any minute now, along with his uncle, of course. He is going to order the ‘muffin of the day’ and you’ll look for the one who has more chocolate chips since that’s the flavor you picked for the special today. 

You see his van pull up in front of the store, he has a red beanie on that matches his signature Dio vest. But even with all of the winter accessories in the world, the top of his nose is still red and cold just like his cheeks. He tries to warm his hands, rubbing them together even with his rings on.

“What are you- oh! the cute guy” Sookie’s voice makes you jump, shaking your head to get out of your thoughts and try to act like a normal person. Your crush on Eddie is not a secret between you and your employer, who happens to be your mom's best friend too. 

“Shh, I'm not ready for this. Can you take his order for me?” you ask her, she notices the anxiety on your face. 

“Nope, you got this sweetie!” Sookie goes back to the kitchen leaving you alone, damn it.

The bell of the store rings and as you look up, he stands in front of you. Just looking at you with a shine in his eyes and a little small on his face. 

“Hey,” Eddie says, not noticing the way your body shakes at his words. 

“Hey, welcome to Sookie’s, what can I get for you?” 

You follow the script, it’s easy. He’ll order his usual, you’ll serve him, he’ll pay and eventually leave. Leaving you with your empty heart and your longing for him. 

“I’m not sure, I want something new… something sweeter. Can you help me with that?” 

A grin shows up on his face, his words getting in your head and your cheeks getting that pink tone. Yeah, you can help, you’d do anything. 

“I think we have some-“

Sookie comes back from the kitchen, with a new batch of gingerbread cookies. The recipe you created for weeks.

“Hey! Eddie? Where's your uncle?” she asks, stealing Eddie’s attention from you. 

“He is at home, took a very much-needed day off and he’s cleaning his mug collection. I didn't want to get in the way”

His pretty curls bounce as he shakes his head and an adorable giggle falls off from his lips. He has you right in the palm of his hand and doesn’t even notice. 

“Wonderful, hope he gets some rest. Would you like to try our new gingerbread recipe? my favorite sous chef made this recipe” 

Sookie nudges your arm, pushing the tray of cookies toward Eddie, who hesitates before leaning back.

“Sorry. I hate gingerbread, but I’m sure they are amazing!” 

Sookie returns to the kitchen after telling Eddie not to worry offering a smile and leaving the tray of cookies for you to display.

“I am so, so sorry” 

“Don’t worry about it, what can I get for you today”

“Yeah, uh, three red velvet cupcakes and.…” he pauses while hunching down and looking at all the pastries. “Four chocolate chip cookies please" For a moment his gaze locks with your eyes, and his cheeks glow red as yours when he sees you smiling at him. 

If he could, he would kiss you right now to show you just how lucky and grateful he is to see your face almost every day. Here. At school. At parties. At the public library.

“Anything else?” you ask, trying to help and trying for a speech to come out of your lips to make him buy more sweets for his uncle. 

You carefully place his order in a box, taking extra care not to smush the cupcakes. He looks at you, admiring your pink glossy lips, rosy cheeks, and cute apron.

“You” his voice is soft, but firm. The unexpected and tiny confession makes your heart thump as loud as it can against your chest.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he returns to be in front of you, placing both of his hands on the counter. Goosebumps are taking all over your body if he wants to distract you, he sure has.

“Your total is 13 dollars with 35 cents” you blur out. He lets out a chuckle when you avoid his eyes, focusing on writing his receipt and accepting the money just to give him his change.

“Thank you. But I’m still missing one thing” Eddie notices the way you bite your lower lip hiding your smile as his words come in a surprise. He has wanted to make a move for so long. “Can you take a break?” 

He holds the little box you gave him between his hands, his ringed fingers tapping at the cardboard impatiently. You smile as he waits for your answer, it was not a joke, you weren’t dreaming. Eddie has this mischievous grin on his face that just makes your stomach fill with butterflies. 

“I’ll ask, wait for me by the back door” 

You run up to the kitchen and ask Sookie for a break. She says you only have five minutes because you already had a long break and she needs you to take the customer’s orders. 

You pause at the back door to check your reflection in the mirror, smoothing your hair and adding a touch more lip gloss. As you turn to leave, you realize you've forgotten to remove your apron. It's too late to do anything about it, though, because as soon as you open the door, you come face to face with Eddie.

“I mean it, I want you. I’ve had this crush on you for a while now. Every time I come here it’s to see you and I’d love to-“

His words get cut off by the way you press his lips against his. His hands find your waist giving them a soft squeeze before tangling his arms around you to push you closer. You steady yourself on your tippy toes, and reach for him, placing your hands on his shoulders.

With one hand, you tangle your fingers in the curls at the back of his neck, keeping him close. 

“I’d love to take you on a date” Eddie finishes his sentence when he breaks the kiss. “Would you give me the honor of taking you on a date?”

“Yes. Yes, I want to. I want you too, Eddie” You nod, smiling big as his eyes glow. He feels you shaking under him, of course. You forgot your coat.

He hugs you closer to his body, trying to shield you from the cold. You take comfort in his embrace, letting your arms fall to the side of his body, and get inside his jacket to hug him and warm your hands. 

“By the way… you taste good. I mean, the kiss, you-“

“I ate a lot of gingerbread cookies”

You look up at him, trying to stay close for warmth but wanting to see his face. 

“And you said you didn’t like it” you tease.

He smiles at you, giggling. 

“Now I don’t mind, not when I get to do this again” 

He leans in and kisses you again while holding you close. He doesn’t care about the cold, he doesn’t even care about the taste he swore he hated. He only cares about you, his future girl.

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[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 22

Kid x FemReader X Killer

Warnings: Briefly suggestive?

Changing Tides

There was no land in sight when you went out on deck. In fact, the wind was whipping at the sails and the Victoria Punk was speeding along. You looked around deck, "WHERE IS HE?!" The crew moved out of your way hastily as you stormed after your target. A few weakly put up their pointer fingers in the direction of his workshop. It was a cardinal sin to barge in without being invited. The crew all seemed to tense at once when you marched towards it and kicked the door open, slamming it behind you. 

"WHO-" Kid looked up from what he was doing, to find you already eye to eye with him, leaning over his workbench. 

"Why am I on this fuckin ship again, Kid?!" You slammed your hands down on the table. "You could have left me somewhere! Or waited to boot me off before you left!" 

He pushed his goggles up to rest on his forehead. He seemed to take in a deep breath before he spoke, like he was trying not to yell. "First of all, I told ya that my girls would have been upset with me if I left ya all crispy. Second, did ya want me to wait until the island was crawling with marines?!" Kid tugged your sleeve to shift your hand away from what he was working on. "But if ya WANT to be caught so bad, I'LL TURN THE WHOLE DAMN SHIP AROUND!" 

"IF I'M STUCK ON THIS GODDAMN SHIP FOR ANOTHER HOWEVER MANY WEEKS, I'M GOING TO LOSE MY CHANCE TO KILL THAT BASTARD, YOU FUCKIN SMARTASS." You pulled his goggles and let them snap against his head. "I need to find a ship and get after him!" 

Kid rubbed his forehead. "Yeah?! And you think yer gonna find a crew?!" He couldn't hold himself back from adding, "That didn't work out well for ya the first time, did it, Rotten?" 

The force with which you jumped over the table knocked him backwards out of his seat. Kid was easily the person who made you see red the fastest. "SHUT YOUR FUCKIN MOUTH!" Both of your hands together didn't fit around his neck. You pushed down with your full body weight, knees on either side of his chest. "STUPID FUCKIN THICK NECK TO HOLD UP YOUR STUPID FUCKIN BIG HEAD!" You growled out of frustration. 

"FER MY BIG FUCKIN BRAIN," Kid cackled, slightly raspy from your grip. He wasn't even trying to stop you. His hands were behind his head, totally unbothered by your assault. That only served to make you more mad. Kid could tell you were about to really let him have it. Relenting, he admitted, "As much as I'm enjoying this, ya can calm yer pretty little ass down." Your eyes narrowed. "We're already in pursuit. Ya think I would let them get away with kidnapping my crew?"

"Why didn't you just say that?!" You eased up on your grip.

"And miss this view?" Kid snickered. He looked you up and down. "Yer hot when yer mad." He reached to grab your chin and you swatted his hand away. That didn't seem to phase him as the same hand grabbed your thigh. "If ya just scoot down a bit I got somethin for ya ta sit on," Kid licked his lips.

His grip released you quite quickly when you brought a fist full of armament haki down into his sternum. "Fuck you, Kid," you growled, watching him cough and roll around on the floor. You left his workshop just as huffy as you went in, though now you were conflicted. Now, you weren't sure if you were mad at him or not, if you were enemies or not, and worst of all, if you were horny for him or not. Him and his stupid fuckin big co-.

Quincy's vice-like embrace cut your thoughts off from going any further. "Y/N! You're okay!" She rocked you both back and forth until you gently pushed her back.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You smiled awkwardly at her. "Thanks for the concern. And you guys, all good?" 

Quincy grinned, "Only thanks to you!" She grabbed your hand and pulled you to follow her. "Come on. We wanna show you something." 

She tugged you along down to the women's quarters and very proudly presented an empty bunk to you. You gave her a questioning look.

"It's your bunk!" She was practically glowing. 

"Oh... wow..." You didn't know what to say. You had no plans to stay here long-term, but you didn't want to disappoint her. 

She rolled her eyes at you. "I know you're not staying." She put air quotes around 'not staying'. "Sleep here with us instead of alone up there." She added, with a sly grin, "Or in the captain's quarters." 

You scoffed, "Absolutely not. He can kiss my ass."

"I bet you'd like that." 

You shrugged. "Maybe I would," you stuck your tongue out at her playfully, before smiling. "Thanks, Quincy. That was... actually pretty nice of you guys." 

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Sleep escaped you. Or maybe you were fighting it. The nightmares you used to have faded over time, and now they were back in full force with recent events. You leaned against Mini in the mouth of the skull at the ship's bow, staring out over the sea. The black waves lapped at the ship, the only sign of their presence was the sound of them against the wood and the occasional flash as the moon's light was reflected in your direction. A light, salty breeze sent shivers through you, though it wasn't uncomfortably cold. You didn't take your eyes off the horizon, waiting for the first glint of light or the first emergence of a shape that would mean you were closer to catching up with the enemy. 

You had checked your log pose periodically, almost obsessively, to make sure the course of the ship was correct. You were in the weird limbo of being exhausted and yet not able to sleep in any meaningful way, maybe drifting off but waking up less than a second later. Settling on a semi-trance-like state, you rose and fell with Mini's breathing. The thoughts in your head kept circling back to all the ways you were going to make Giemsa suffer, all the ways you could prolong his agony. 

Before long, the pink tongues of light that signified dawn licked at the sky. You squinted at the horizon, looking for any sign of a ship. Nothing. 

Killer was on his way to the galley to make breakfast, noticing you as he did so. He caught Heat's attention as he came down from the crow's nest. It was shift change. Heat had been on night watch and would sleep after breakfast, while someone took his place in the crow's nest during the day. Killer gestured towards where you sat, "What's up with that?"

Heat shrugged, "She's been sitting there since midnight or so. Just sitting. Hasn't moved."

Killer nodded and dismissed him. He thought about asking you to help him in the kitchen, to get your mind off things, and perhaps for selfish reasons, too. However, after Kid had told him what transpired between the two of you, he figured you were probably still agitated. He didn't know you well, but he did know how much Kid irritated you. In fact, Kid would probably come bother you later on purpose specifically because he knew it irritated you. Killer sighed. He looked your way again before shaking his head and moving on to the kitchen.

Several times over the day, people came by to check up on what you were doing, but they were all deterred by the aura of wrath that sat heavily in the air around you. All but one, that is. Maybe he was even drawn in by it instead of deterred. You tried to ignore him, even though you knew he was there. He made it very hard by moving to stand directly in front of you, facing the sea, same as you were.

"Go. Away."

"Is that any way to talk to yer captain?" He said without turning to look at you.

"No. But you aren't my captain." Mini snorted, punctuating your sentiment. "Get out of the way. I can't see."

Now, he turned to face you, leaning against the railing. "Yer seein the only thing that matters, doll."

You knew he wasn't gonna move. He was trying to make you mad on purpose. It took a considerable effort not to play into his hand. "Whatever." You moved a few feet away from him to stand at the railing and continue your watch. 

Kid pulled a flask out and took a drink. He swished it towards you, "Want some?"

The offer was tempting. "No, I want all my senses sharp when I pull his heart out through his ass."

A bellowing laugh came from Kid. "Ya think yer gettin him first? Not a chance in hell. He's mine."

Your head whipped to look at him, "Excuse me?"

"He took my crew. He's mine." 

This time, he wasn't even deliberately trying, though you were pissed now. "I know you're fucking joking." You took a step towards him, fist balled like you were prepared to swing, and you were. "He's mine. I've been after him for far longer than you and for a better reason," you snarled. 

"And what reason would that be?" Kid challenged.

You turned back towards the sea and said nothing. Your nails dug into the railing. That part of you was for only you to know. Kid was far from the first person you would open up to about that. You channeled your anger back into thinking about all the ways you were going to eviscerate Giemsa. 

Kid stood there facing you, watching the knuckles on your hands turn white and your jaw setting. "Fine." Kid said shortly. "Ya get first and last." He held a hand out to shake on it. 

That was a shock. "What's the catch?" You were hesitant to accept this strange change of heart. 

Kid looked away and waved his hand dismissively. "Nothin. S'only cuz ya saved my crew." 

You nodded. That's basically a "thank you". You turned back to the water, without shaking his hand. 

He looked around to make sure no one saw him stand there awkwardly holding his hand out and quickly ran his hand through his hair. Kid lingered for a minute longer before turning to leave.

"Kid."

He looked back with a grunt, expecting some smartass remark. The captain grinned, however, when he saw that your finger was pointed in the direction of the horizon, where the faintest dot of a ship sat. 

Next Chapter

[cemoras27-but-writing-this-time]

Danny's Evil Jaunt Pt. 3

(this is the chapter but I have work soon so I will tag everyone later a swell as links) @little-pondhead @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 (you two get tagged because your the big inspirations :D

warnings: swearing

Word count: 1.3k

Let it be known that Fright Knight loves his job. It's literally why he still exists. He exists to serve the King of the Infinite Realms and stand as the embodiment of Halloween and similar celebrations. That said, he feels conflicted as he gazes at the mechanical husk his future king shows off. 

Compared to a normal mortal, its stature was massive. Though for Fright Knight it was about equal height, possibly a little smaller. The inspiration was clear and a little flattering. The metal was shaped into a stylized Fright Knight, complete with a (mundane) sword.

He eyes his king as the Halfa clings to its arm. He rambled about how he was planning on taking the husk to a pocket that was populated with heroes with him to guard him, and how he wanted Fright Knight to help with ‘teaching it how to do those cool sword moves you do Frighty!’.

Has his king replaced him?!?! No, surely not! There's no way this heap of scrap could ever compare! He had been around for CENTURIES while this thing hadn't even existed an hour ago! The king still had his hands inside it making adjustments yet!

“My Liege! Please forgive any misgivings about this… thing, but may I know the purpose of such a creation? You said that it was for protection yet I am here.”

His king turned his head towards him, arms still hidden within the side of the imposter. “His name is Fright-bot, and he's gonna keep the heroes off me while I work! They get annoying when you're trying to do some welding and all of a sudden you have like three arrows comin’ at ya real fast.” the young Halfa finally pulled his glove clad hands out of the monstrosity.

“He's also for keeping my other works safe, that's why I need him first. I’m thinkin’ of keeping most of my bots in my ‘therapy’ dimension that Clocky showed me for convenience, and they need a guard! But I can't just have you away to protect them! You need to do head guard stuff! I know you want to protect me and stuff but I can’t just let you just out in the living world with me all the time!” the king continued as he slid the siding back onto the almost finished robot. “Besides! It's kinda like you're protecting me from afar! Since it’ll be your techniques and stuff. I just gave it a body and Tuck helped me with the learning algorithm stuff so you can teach it.” his legs finally released his hold on the beings arm, dropping into a handstand and falling back onto his feet upright.

The flaming kight considered this. While it’s true that he can’t always accompany his king (as much as he would like to) it would be nice to have some assurance that the King would be safe. Perhaps he could convince the King into some sort of deal…?

Well Danny could say that he’s extremely happy with the events that happened at the castle! He and Frighty came to a deal finally! Frighty would teach Fright-bot how to fight and stuff but Danny would have to put in a built-in alarm system that notified Frighty that something bad was happening, so he could come in and save Danny’s day. Overall pretty good! Now to start working on those blueprints, he was so excited!

‘Ok, who gave the kid permission to build huge robots?’ Oliver thought as he saw the Fenton kid perched on top of the mecha-knight looking thing, and pulled back on his bow. Just as he released the arrow the thing’s head swiveled around like an owl and caught the damn thing! The kid looked up at Ollie and smiled.

“HI MISTER ARROW!! HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?” the kid shouted at him and jumped off the robot. Oliver sighed and readied another shot but was forced off his rooftop position by the purple knight.

“Who's your friend there, kid? He looks like the wrong kinda crowd,” the kid’s grin grew wider as he unfolded that damn cannon and attached it to a slightly glowing tank on his thigh.

“Do Ya like ‘im?! I built him myself, his name is Fright-Bot!” The fanged grin of the kid did not get any less unsettling as the newly dubbed ‘Fright-bot’ landed next to Fenton again.

“Uh uh, real nice kid. Why don’t you calm down and give up for today, yeah?” Oliver made sure to keep the knight within his sight. It honestly looked like it could snap someone in half.

“Hmm? Ahh.. I don't think so Mr.Arrow, I worked really hard on Fright-bot and I wanna see how I can make him better y’know! I promise I’ll keep the damage to a minimum!”

“You have your fingers crossed behind your back, don’t you.”

“What nooo… I would never lie Mr. Arrow, it's very hurtful that you would even CONSIDER that I would do such a thing. I believe you owe me an Ice cream now!”

“Kid, there was a snowstorm yesterday. And I don’t think you need any sugar.” The bow pulled back and the Knight rushed.

It wasn’t a fair fight in the slightest, Ollie was out numbered and the goo that was glowing a slight blue-green did not help. Especially with the still slick roads, so it was only a matter of time before his legs were stuck to the concrete. Frozen actually, the goo turned into weird ice. Fenton had the big guy grab his arms while the kid himself searched his body, eventually finding his wallet. The one he brought on patrol in case he got a bit hungry. Guess he was really buying the kid ice cream after all.

“14..15..16..21. Nice! You think it’ll cover it Fright-bot? I don’t know the prices but I think it’ll be enough. You watch Mr. Arrow for me! I’ll be back soon I promise!” and like that the kid expertly glided over the iced roads and into the Ice cream parlor. To be fair to the kid, the Ice cream here was kinda expensive.

While the kid was gone Oliver tried to escape from the Ice and the robot, but neither were budging. Well until Roy came up and stabbed the focused robot in the back, somehow causing it to malfunction and release Ollie’s arms. It fell to the ground with a heavy thud as Fenton came out of the parlor. 

“Oh no! HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!” Fenton screeched. Then released a guttural groan and whine. “Come onnnn…. I still had an hour left! And now I have to leave EARLY!” he honest to god pouted at the two vigilanties. 

Then a lazarus green swirling mass opened in between the opposing parties and out stepped another Fright-bot, this time with a much more intimidating demeanor. This one was bathed in purple fire and held a sword covered in green flames that gave off the feeling of nightmares. 

“MY KING! I RECEIVED THE ALERT AND CAME AS SOON AS I COULD'' it bellowed. Shaking the ground around them.

King? What, did Fenton make them refer to him as King? That felt weirdly out of character for what they had seen so far. 

“Frighty! You were just WAITING outside weren’t you!” Fenton yelled at the knight. The knight didn’t take his eyes off the two perceived threats. And picked up Fenton by the scruff of his coat.

“My King! I knew we couldn’t trust your safety with that pile of metal! Only I- FRIGHT KNIGHT, is worthy of protecting you! NOW YOU TWO. YOU ARE HEREBY GUIL--” the knight spoke and was cut off by Fenton. 

“We get it Frigty! Just.. Can you grab the Fright-bot and just take us home please… I told you this was a trial run to see how to improve him!” the child pleaded. The knight stared forward for a few moments before sighing and coming forward, yanking Oliver out of the Ice and flinging Roy and him out of the way. Then picking up the lifeless metal and carrying Fenton away through another swirling portal where it closed behind them seconds after they were out of sight. 

“Hey Arrow, what the FUCK was that?”

“A massive pain in the ass that keeps getting bigger”

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: I'm absolutely bat shit crazy for the idea of an older ProHero!Kiri. That age crossover with men when they're not quite strapping young lads (early to mid 20's?) to when they're distinguished gentlemen (mid 30's to 40's? ... even if they're not distinguished, they can still look the part 😆). *I tagged some of you simply because I (hoped) thought you might like some fun Kiri stuff this morning. If you don't want to be tagged every now and then, let me know and I won't randomly add you. =)

C/W ::: M->F oral, fingering, orgasm, squirting. Pretty short, sweet & to the point 🤷‍♀️.

WC ::: just over 1.4 k

(This fucking picture thoughghafejkdajlk)

I'm very hung up on older ProHero!Kiri right now. Laying in bed, reading the news on his tablet or laptop at the end of the day. He's already washed up and his red hair with dashes of white is tied back in a sloppy bun with one of your hair ties because he always 'loses' his. But you know it's bullshit. You've caught him smelling them before. You know it's because they smell so much like your hair that he wants them instead of the crap he buys for himself.

You get out of the shower in your master bath that's just off the master bedroom. Standing in front of the full length mirror closet doors to give yourself a once over before you strut around in front of your husband like an animal trying to secure a mate.

Your eyes roll over the surface of your freshly washed body. Droplets of water ease down your shoulders and breasts, stopping for a moment to rest on the tip of your nipple before they are another victim to gravity. Looking further down at your newly shaved cunt, you're so nervous, too ... to what? Present yourself to him?

You've never done this before. Never wanted to. Never had a reason to. Kiri hasn't ever hinted at wanting you to be bald - not even trimmed. He eats his meals like a big boy: without any complaints and he always finishes what he's got served up before him. He'd never complain in the first place, he's just so damned happy to be there between your thighs.

Walking into the room as nonchalantly as you can muster, you're brushing your hair and you ask him if there's anything good in local news.

"Nah, nothing I didn't already know about, babe. Anyway, I'm about to turn in for the - um, sorry? WHAT is going on with your pussy right now? Get your gorgeous ass over here right this instant, please, mama. Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Are you trying to kill me with this??"

You blush and giggle, exercising every ounce of your willpower not to reach down and cup yourself to hide from his gaze. "You like it, Ei?" You ask, even though you're a little afraid of the answer. Despite the big stupid grin across his unshaven face.

"Do I - do I like it? *aheh* I-I-I ... fuck. I can't even talk right now. C'mere, c'mere." He lifts his massive arms and gestures for you to join him in bed. You can already see where the imprint of his cock has risen against the sheet he's got pulled up to his waist. Your pussy clenches at the excitement of what he's going to do with you. To you.

You take a few tentative steps toward the Alaskan King sized bed and walk up the little steps he built for you so you wouldn't have to struggle too much when you climbed onto the mattress. He had a special platform attached to the bedframe because he's so damn tall. You told him it would be easier for you to slide out of bed than it would be for him to have to start his day from a near crouch. It always makes him laugh, watching you do this. You just look so little to him. Oftentimes, he can't help himself but to aid you as you ascend. It's a little thing that makes both of you incredibly happy to have the other.

Once he has you up there with him, he lets go of your hand and runs it from your calves up to your face and holds you there while he kisses you softly. But you can tell by his breathing that he doesn't want to go slow tonight. His right hand is holding him up as he leans into your neck and pushes your hair aside with his left, eventually grabbing your throat and holding you there while he sniffs around at your spotless (and hairless) body.

"Sooo ... do tell, my little. What prompted the sudden change of, oh, hairstyles? We'll go with hairstyles. Why'd you shave your pussy? You didn't ... you didn't do this for me, did you? Because I don't want you to feel like I ---" He started his usual reassurance before you stopped him. "No! Nothing like that, Ei. I've just never done this and I wanted to see what it would be like. Y-you like it, though?" A wave of panic washed over you as you lay next to him.

"Oh my god, ye-yes. I fucking love it. You look beautiful. I love that I can see all of you. My pretty little pussy is all out there for me now. In fact, I think - mm-hm. I do. I gotta taste you. Now." He got up onto his knees, discarding his boxer briefs as soon as he tossed the sheet from over his legs. His cock, already leaking, slapped against his stomach.

His body is so fucking beautiful. Even more so than when he was in his 20's. He is strong. Ridiculously so. The hair on his chest sits there unassumingly. Perfect and inviting and warm to the touch. Really, he is warm all over/all of the time. It's comforting.

As you watched him make his way around to you, you glanced at the clock on your nightstand. In the time that it took you to look at that, he was on you. His giant hands wrapped around the curve of your thighs and he was pulling you toward him at the middle of the bed. You yelped at the sudden slide against the silk sheets. You moved easily enough, it was just such a surprise. Though the more you thought about it, the more you realized you should always be prepared for him to do stuff like this.

"There ... we ... go. Ok, babe. I'm going to thoroughly devour you, ok? Like, I've never done this on ... on a bald pussy before. I'm going to take all of you in. So lay back and open yourself up to me, cutie-pie." You blushed again and laid down, back flat against the bed. He laughed softly through his nose as he nudged your knees.

Kiri kissed his way from your inner knee, up your thigh to your soft folds. He looked up at you and smiled before he pushed his nose and mouth against your cunt. Your body shuddered as he moved his tongue around your clit and started to suck on it. He held onto your thighs and pressed his mouth harder against you as you started to get wetter. He moaned into you as he tasted your juices and pulled back just enough to say something to you.

"Fuck, I love your pussy. 'S so fucking perfect f'r me. Love you so much, babe. Thank you for ... fuck ... thank you for this delicacy." He dove back in, licking up your slit and sucking on your clit again. You moaned and grabbed at his hair as he started to use his fingers to push inside of you. He worked his hand so well, so gently. You felt him curl his fingers upwards as he started to rub against your g-spot. It was so fucking intense. You knew you were about to come, but you couldn't tell him fast enough.

Your body tensed up as you drew your legs up to your chest and the orgasm washed over you like a slow wave. You shook and you moaned loudly as you squirted in his face. He licked and sucked on you until you pushed his head away. Kiri wiped his mouth and chin with his hand and he noticed your body was still shaking.

"Are you ok, little? Did I ... do something?" You lowered your legs and pulled your arms from over your face and he saw your smile. "You're laughing?" He asked. You nodded and continued to laugh, almost hysterically. "What's so funny?" The look he was giving you in conjunction with the orgasm you just had, was about a blissed out as you've ever been. "No-nothing, Kiri. I'm fine. That was just really, really, really fucking amazing. I'm just happy 's all." You looked up at him as he was sucking his hand clean.

"I'm happy too, babe. And this was fun. You think you'll keep it like this for a while? Or ...?" He ran his fingertips over your mound as he kissed your stomach. "Please?"

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Dividers by me // Canva

[wisteria-cherry]

forty days and forty nights (day thirty-nine!) (epilogue)

you perk up as those sweet little bells on the coffee shop door ring, 4:56 on the dot, and you quickly finish pouring mrs. hatsugawa’s tea, giving it to mia, who knew full well that you were the one who would serve your boyfriend of two years. you come out from behind the counter to greet your very own katsuki.

“hi, handsome.” you hum, going on tiptoes to press your lips to his cheek. katsuki’s hands automatically went to your waist, holding you til you broke away, much to his displeasure, to get his coffee.

“hey, loser.” he’d long since stopped paying for his medium black coffee; it came free to you as an employee. of course, that didn’t stop him from tipping.

“how was work?” you ask as you pour his coffee into a mug, setting it down in front of him.

“same as always. still working on that big case.” katsuki grunted, holding the mug in his big hands. “got some pr shit later this week.”

“you can come over once you’re done, if you want.” you offer, knowing how he hated pr meetings and gatherings of any kind, and would likely want to detox afterwards.

“only if we don’t have to watch that shitty romance movie again.” katsuki scoffed.

“deal.” you grin. “tell me more about the case. any new leads?”

“yeah. one of the main suspects is hiding his coward ass in kamino ward.” katsuki narrowed his eyes as he sipped at his coffee. “says he’s the next all for one.”

“too bad he’s got great explosion murder god dynamight on his case.” your grin widens.

“no shit.” katsuki smirks toothily. “this guy’s nothin’ compared to afo. ‘sides, that guy’s old news since i beat his creepy ass when i was a kid.”

“i think the biggest thing i did when i was seventeen was get a piercing behind my parents’ backs.” you remark. “looking back, i guess they should be glad i wasn’t trying to beat up the most dangerous villain in the world at the time.”

“i didn’t try.” katsuki snorted. “i succeeded. blasted his ass right back to the past where he belongs.”

“hey, that rhymed.” you snicker.

“fuck off, you know what i meant.”

“i watched you back then.” you reminisce. “from the ua bunkers. i saw you on tv. you know what i was thinking?”

“probably thinking what a badass i was.” katsuki’s smirk widened haughtily.

“no. i was thinking, ‘man, he’s ugly.’” you say, trying to keep your nonchalance but unable to hold back the laughter that came when katsuki immediately protested.

“fuck off!” katsuki barked. “you fuckin’ wish i was ugly!”

“yeah, maybe i do.” you laugh. “it’d sure make some things easier.”

“like?” demanded your indignant boyfriend.

“trying not to kiss you all the time.” you coo, kissing his cheek to emphasize your point.

“fuck off.” katsuki snorted, flicking your forehead as soon as you pulled away. “dumbass.”

“as you wish, o great-murder-something-something-dynamight.” you exclaim dramatically.

“great explosion murder god dynamight.” katsuki corrected with a scowl.

“right, of course.” you smile. “hey, listen, my boss said i can leave early. do you wanna do something?” the corners of katsuki’s lips twitched up into a smirk.

“yeah. you got anything you wanna do?” he asked, pretty red eyes trained on yours.

“let’s go eat, i’m super hungry.” you decide.

“my place, then. i’ll cook.”

“ohh, really?” you light up. leaving work early and katsuki’s cooking? the world is certainly working in your favor today.

“obviously.” katsuki rolled his eyes. “when’re you off?”

“right now.” you untie your apron. “i just wanted to stay til you could get your coffee. i could’ve left anytime after 3.” katsuki frowned as he stood up, waiting for you to clock out on the computer.

“the hell didja wait for, hah?” he snapped. “i could’ve gotten a damn coffee anywhere.”

“and be disloyal to your absolute favorite coffee shop? i don’t think so.” you huff, hanging your apron up. “mia, i’m leaving!”

“okay!” came a reply from the back. you come out from behind the counter, where katsuki met you. he wiped his palm on his pants and held out his hand expectantly. you automatically take it, smiling to yourself; it was the little things that he did— like the way he’d wipe the sweat from his palms before holding your hand.

“ready t’go?” katsuki grunted. you nod.

“ready.”

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[brighttears]

Cleardune Chapter 4: The Big, the Bad, and the Ugly

Joel Miller x f!reader

no physical description, no use of y/n

Summary: You wake up in Joel’s bed, barely making it home in time to serve breakfast. It’s a great start to your morning, but a conversation between Joel and Winona at the bar fades it into hurt when you’re reminded that he’s not staying in town. Still, you can’t help but agree to see him tonight. In the moonlight, you have a more vulnerable conversation. By the end of the night, you feel a bit better. 

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: the usual pet names (darling, sweet thing, sweetheart, sweet girl,pretty girl, little lady; honey pie, girlie, honey, doll, and baby by a friend, not Joel), pining, explanation of reader’s mother’s death (illness), reader’s mother was involuntary primiparous, talk of violence

A/n: a little bit of 4 pain today...

Series masterlist

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“Darlin’,” comes a soft voice just a bit outside of your reach of consciousness, matched with a strange, featherlight sensation somewhere on your face. All you can muster in response is something between a sigh and a moan, much too little sleep shuttering you incognizant. A pocket of warmth finds your cheek, and a recognized familiarity moves your body towards it. A chuckle rumbles in your ears, and a soft pressure around you is what finally wakes you up. 

“What?” You let out softly, starting to open your eyes while your arms move on their own accord, grabbing at the figure with its arm already draped around your side. You squint, daylight streaming right into your face from the unshaded window, but you can make out that smile of his, the sight fluttering contentment through your chest. 

“Hate to wake you, sweet thing, but good thing I did, cause we forgot to take you back to your bed last night, right upstairs from where I think you’re supposed to be real soon.” 

You squint at him, sleepy bewilderment on your brow as you process, now propped up above him, one leg entwined with his and your hands resting lazily on his shoulders. The gears turn for a moment, stopped up by the gummy distraction of Joel’s body under yours, his sleepy smile and sleepier eyes under the most charming bedhead. 

Finally, you realize, “The saloon,” and stumble off of him, planting your feet haphazardly on the floor, attempting to catch your bearings and find your pants. 

Joel chuckles behind you, getting up much slower to sit on the edge of the bed. 

“My fault, I should have taken you home last night.”

“‘S okay,” you reply, trying to blink yourself awake as you finally find your jeans and tug them on before searching on your hands and knees for your shoes. He chuckles again, stretching while you shove your feet into the shoes that had been kicked under the bed. When you finally stand, facing the door bleary eyed, his hands turn you by your waist to face him. “Aw, you’re not even awake yet.” His tone is guilty, “You’re gonna be slouched over the bar all damn day. I’m sorry, sweetheart.” You hum, almost unthinkingly brushing your palms over his cheeks, met by the apples perking up with his smile before he whispers, “You just keep gettin’ prettier.” You hum again, almost unsure whether or not this is a dream. 

It’s a sudden shift from your daydreams and longings to actually being in Joel’s arms, having your hands on him, and then, his lips on yours. Automatically, you lean into him, keeping his face cupped in your hands. That same sensation of visceral comfort and thirst melts through your brain, and you can’t let him go. It must be real, because a feeling like this would surely be enough to wake you, so you finally pull away to take him in again.  

“Sweet girl.” He whispers, rubbing your side, and as soon as the words leave his lips, you fall against him into an embrace, lazily sliding yourself into his lap. After a few moments of that honeyed pressure, he pulls back. “You better get going now ‘fore your pa notices you’re not where you’re s’pposed to be.”

You blink. “Shit.” Joel laughs. Reluctantly but with haste, you leave his arms to rush for the doorknob. 

“Darlin’,” he calls behind you, and you turn once again to your blouse held out in his hand, an almost cheeky smile on his face.

“Good lord.” You mutter to yourself, shoving your arms through it and then starting on the buttons.

“Good lord is right, sweet thing, you’re a mess this morning.” Joel chuckles, lowering your hands gently to redo the mismatched buttons you’d gotten together. You watch him in a daze, partly from the lack of sleep, partly just from the sight of him there, sitting on the bed, naked, with his fingers buttoning you up just over your chest, a soft, amused smirk on his lips. 

“Thank you,” you mumble, eyes stuck on him. When he looks up, there’s the sweetest look in his eyes, and he leans a small peck to your lips. “Now get, girl.” He smirks, turning your hips again and slapping your ass, pushing a small squeak out of you. Throwing a glance at him, you chuckle, almost a giggle, then finally find your way out of the room. 

Once outside, you squint in the sun, trying to figure out the time. The sun tells you that you have maybe an hour until you need to be behind that bar; just enough time to throw yourself upstairs, in a dress, and get some sort of breakfast together. Thank god Joel did wake you when he did, because you’re not sure how your father would react to two late meals in a row. 

There hasn’t been a reason to lose this much sleep in years, so you’re not at all used to it, making sure to concentrate on the buttons of your dress, before throwing eggs in a pan and trying not to accidentally slam the kettle on the burner. You force your eyes to widen, keeping the lids from drifting near closed as you saw uneven slices of bread, adding a little too much butter. 

Just as the plates are landing on the table, your father rounds the corner, leaning his arm on the doorframe before dropping into his chair. As soon as you look at him, you can tell he’s hungover. 

You clear your throat, trying not to let your grogginess show as you greet him, “Morning.”

“Morning.” He mumbles.

At the table, you shove eggs and bread in your mouth, heart sinking as you sense the fact that you’ll probably be at the bar until it closes. What an ideal day for that, you think to yourself, noticing the inefficient way your hand moves to loop around the ear of your mug to pour coffee down your throat. 

Usually, there would be at least a few words over breakfast—a list of chores, an update on what liquors you’re running low on, but it’s silent this morning. Your father’s state almost makes you think that maybe he regrets his behavior yesterday, that maybe he didn’t really mean all those things he said, that that’s the reason he got drunk enough to be leaned over the table as he is now. But even if you're right, there’s no chance in hell he’ll apologize. Knowing that it doesn’t actually change anything, whether he regrets it or not, you shove the hope out of your mind. Regardless of his thoughts, he still treats you as he does, and you’re not waiting around for him to change. 

It surprises you that you’re able to look at him at all without crying or inwardly flinching at least. But somehow, you feel a sort of freedom, knowing the truth. That he doesn’t care about you. 

And, well, now you do have someone who cares about you, his memory currently highlighted by a soreness between your legs. 

By far, that was the best sex you’ve ever had, and you can’t get it out of your head, hiding the hotness of your cheeks behind your mug at the memory of his breathy voice in your ear. 

The few times you’ve fooled around in the past, it was basically silent, other than maybe a groan or exhale of air right before they left a mess on your stomach that they never bothered to help clean up. None of those boys lasted more than a minute or two, and it was ultimately less than satisfying. Joel, however… it felt like hours, and you were writhing underneath him for most of it, cumming harder than you have even by your own trusty hand. The kissing, the moaning, the feel of his hand on your skin, the taste of his spit in your mouth, the gentle pressure in your stomach with each bump he made. Unrivaled, pioneering, earth shattering, even, really. 

You’re hooked, more than doomed. It almost makes you feel shallow, the fact that last night made you fall harder for him, but it’s not just how good it was, but how safe and cherished he made you feel. It was tender, loving—exactly as you suspected, you realize. Joel Miller is truly a dream come true. And how lucky you feel, to have had this angel walk through the doors of this very saloon right beneath you. Kismet is the word you decide to land on. The only prayer you have left is that he feels the same. 

Pa has already finished breakfast while you daydream, the squeal of his chair knocking you out of it as he gets up to head straight back into his room. “Finish up quick,” he mumbles without even a glance, “folks are thirsty.” 

Once he’s out of sight, you blow out a breath, dreading the long day ahead of you.

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Henry is already ready and waiting, head bowed at the bar. Reminding you of your epic grogginess, you overpour his glass, quickly swiping your rag over the mess with a small “Pardon.”

“I ain’t complaining.” The weathered old man cackles, deep and ragged as he noisily sips the extra off the top. You snort a chuckle, cracking a smile. Being out of your father’s presence always makes you feel a tad bit lighter, today mix with your morning-after glow. 

It’s not long until the bar is alive—this dead-end town’s standard of alive, that is, only the regulars filling a couple tables along with Bo’s weak attempt at spiriting background piano. Today, however, there’s the pleasant surprise of Winona Stowe, the plump woman’s eyes trained on you as she waltzes in with a knowing smile on her lips. It’s rare to see her here, but you think you know what the occasion is today. 

“Just a beer, love.” She tells you as she slides onto a stool, keeping that smile. Your returning smile is shy, hoping to god you were quiet enough last night behind the walls separating your wild night from Winona’s ears. “Nice to see you again.” She smirks. 

“Nice to see you again, too.” You respond quietly, wringing your hands together under the bar. You do trust her fully, the woman that’s always been almost like an aunt to you, but it’s still a bit embarrassing to be seen being nearly dragged into a room by a cowboy who only rolled into town less than a week ago. 

“Don’t worry,” she assures you, “I ain’t here to rat you out or shame you or nothin’ like that, honey pie. Seems to be a good man, that one. Sweet n’ polite and clean, always there for some chit chat mornin’ and evenin’. Kind and gentle, which is the only kind of man you deserve, girlie.” Despite the bashfulness of your smile, you take in her words with true appreciation. You already know he’s a good man, but it’s nice to have that affirmed by her. 

“Thank you.” You glance around before leaning closer. “I think so too.” Lower your tone, you whisper, “I really like him, Winona. I really do.”

She chuckles warmly. “I can tell, baby. Never seen you let someone pull you around like that, let alone smiling and blushing like you were. But, honey,” she leans in, “I know you don’t wanna hear this, but that man’s only passing through.”

Looking down, your tone echoes the fall of your heart. “I know.”

“Honey, baby,” she continues, voice offering solace as she leans in further to catch your gaze, “I’m telling you, too, to enjoy it. Hold onto what you got, which is a good thing, trust me.”

You nod. “Yeah.” 

“Really, doll. He ain’t gone yet. You still have ‘im.”

You nod again, forcing your lips up into a small smile.

Just as she’s giving you another reassuring nod, you hear those spurs coming with the creaking gate of the saloon, and look up to see a wide smile walking through them. A near grin raises on your face as you straighten, hearing Winona chuckle. 

“Morning.” Joel tips his hat, sitting down next to her. 

“Morning.” Winona smiles back, that knowing lilt in her voice, and Joel bows his head to hide a blush that makes you feel almost smug. 

“Whiskey?” You question, already grabbing a glass as he replies with, “Yes, ma’am.”

“And how are you doing this fine Wednesday morning, Joel?” His seated neighbor basically teases. 

“Mighty well, I’d say.” He smirks back, then winks at you. Cheeks blazing, you turn around to straighten the bottles on the shelf as the two continue to converse.

“And how’s Petunia?”

“Right as rain, ma’am, appreciating the rest here in Cleardune.” “I’m sure she is, we’ve got pretty a free and easy town here, plenty of room to relax.” “You can say that again. Last town I was in, made out after only two days on account of the unfriendlies that slid through right behind me.”

“Yep,” Winona nods, sipping her beer, “we’re lucky, seemed to have kept our town a bit under wraps. Haven’t even had a gun even go off here in, what, couple years ya think, baby?”

“Yes,” you glance back to them, “I’d say so.” Internally, you begin to feel a little ungrateful, having only really ridiculed the calmness of your hometown. 

“I reckon it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to extend your stay, Joel, maybe even take up a plot.” Winona continues, raising her brow at him. 

“Well,” Joel looks down at the glass he fiddles with on the bar, “I don’t know about all that, now.” 

Your shoulders slump.

“Well,” Winona sighs, “maybe you’ll change your mind.”

They chat for a while longer, you keeping yourself busy with your back turned for most of it, until Winona finishes off her beer and is back off to the inn. Joel has only done a couple sips off of his whiskey, watching you as you try to find things to do. 

This morning’s glee has faded, and your lack of sleep has given way to some testiness. You hate to have a mood like that around him, but you can’t help it, stuck again on the idea of him just toying with you, teasing you by making you feel so much just to leave you hanging. 

“Hey, darlin’,” he calls quietly after a while of mutual silence, “will I see you at the barn tonight?”

Your indisputable and apparently undaunted longing for him, mixed with lingering confidence in Winona’s words to you earlier, denies your urge to brush him off. You nod, though barely smiling. He surveys your expression for a moment before nodding back, then looks down to  softly reply, “Well, I’ll see you then.” 

He hangs around for only a few more moments before tipping his hat and making his leave. Once he’s gone, you plant your elbows on the bar and stick your hands in your hair, heart aching. 

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As suspected, you’re there until close, shutting it down just as dusk starts to set in, having not seen your father once, even when you took your pauses to serve dinner and supper. You’re sluggish as you close up, rag basically dragging over the counter as you finish up that last duty, blue and navy the only colors left in the sky by now. Honestly, you’d like to go straight to bed, but no way could you break your promise to meet with Joel. Not bothering to change or even sneak, you head straight through the saloon doors to head to the barn. 

He greets you with a smile, walking to meet you at the barn doors. As soon as he’s close enough, he reaches out for you, running warm hands up and down your sides. “Evening, sweet thing.” He smiles. 

“Hey.” is your simple reply, barely able to smile or meet his eyes. 

His hands slow, worry briefly pinching his brow. “You alright?”

“Tired,” you sigh, forcing a smile.

“I’ll bet you are.” He chuckles softly, brushing your sides again. You study his face. There's a tinge of worry and question in his eyes, and you feel guilty, but it’s shrouded by remaining resentment. Though they threaten your tongue, you don’t dare ask the questions swirling in your head. 

Are you really going to leave me? How many more nights do I have left with you? Would it be kinder for you not to even say goodbye? Will you someday just become a distant dream? How could you do this to me? How could you leave me? 

Instead, all you do is lean into him, grasping the leather on his back as you fall into an embrace. 

In his arms, you close your eyes, and hold him a little bit tighter. If this is all you get, then there's nothing you can do but be with him now. You breathe in, trying to pick out and take in every different bit of his scent, feeling the cool leather against your cheek, his breath rising and falling against your chest, his hand combed through your hair as it cups the back of your head. 

Suddenly, there are tears in your eyes. Heart thrumming, you keep yourself locked against him, not wanting him to see; it would spark a conversation that would hurt too much. When his lips press against your hairline, you squeeze your eyes tighter, then swipe the wetness from your cheeks over his jacket when he pulls away. 

“If you’d like to go right on home to bed,” he says softly, “a goodnight kiss is just fine with me, darlin’.” He smiles warmly, eyes soft with a contented look in them that only makes your heart ache more. If he's looking at you like this, could you really mean so little to him that he’s going to just up and leave? The uncertainty only pulls more pain from your chest, and you simply can’t deal with it any longer tonight. 

But at the same time, and for the same reason, for the sake of the same pain, you can’t bring yourself to leave him for the night. 

“No.” You answer quietly. 

“Ok.” He replies just as quiet, fingers running softly up and down your back. “Stars are quite nice out tonight with the crescent givin’ them some air. Wanna come watch em’ with me?”

As if you could resist. 

With your backs against the barn in the back pen and your feet pointed straight out towards the dark sky, hole punched with twinkling stars, Joel stretches his legs out, crossing his ankles and turning his head to you. “So,” he starts, “I gotta know more about you. What’s your story, sweet thing?”

“Well…” you look down, discouraged by how boring your life has been compared to what his must be. “Like I said, I’ve been in this town my whole life.”

“And? That can’t be the whole story. What’s your family like?”

“Um,” you swallow. You don’t talk about her much. You haven’t had much of a reason to—everyone here already knows, and people that pass through never ask. Not that it hurts much anymore, it’s just so strange to talk about it, about how long it’s been. “It’s just my pa and I, because, my mother got sick when I was 10. She was gone within a month. And I’m an only child—I wasn’t supposed to be, but, I am.”

Joel looks down and pauses, before gentling his tone. “I’m sorry. Both my parents are gone. Well, they didn’t die before they were… supposed to, so… just… I know what loss is like.” You nod, hoping he won’t ask about the last bit, but after a pause, he does. Not that you can really blame him. Maybe you shouldn’t have brought it up in the first place, but it is part of your story, and you want him to know you. “What do you mean you weren’t supposed to be an only child?” He asks.

“I was the first they had, but they wanted more. Wanted sons. But they just got me.”

“Still lucky enough, I’d say.”

You look at him with a questioning quirk between your brows. “How do you reckon that?”

“Well, they got you.” He smiles, and, shy, you chuckle and look back down, fiddling with a strand of grass. 

“I ain’t jokin’, sweetheart.” You hear his smile. 

“Well, that’s kind of you to say.” Much too shy to encourage more of that with silence, you change the subject, looking back at him again. “What about you? Where’d you leave from? Originally.”

“Ah,” Joel turns his gaze upwards, searching the stars, “came from a town way down south. Left ‘bout 10 years ago.”

“How come?”

“I had a ranch there with my little brother, Tommy. He met a woman, wanted to marry her, start a family. Soon as he decided that, the house was rightfully his.” He shrugs, and you catch a light smile on his lips at the memory. “I’ve gone back to visit a few times, he’s got two boys, both real bright, and a beautiful daughter.” He chuckles, “Beautiful, bright, and badass, that little girl is.”

You smile, but the question tugs, “Why not stay close by?”

“Well, I was on that ranch for a long time before all that. Wouldn’t say I ever grew to hate it, but I did get tired of it. Needed somethin’ new, went lookin’, and realized that I prefer the open country.”

“Freedom, right?” You assume, looking ahead at the expanse beyond the pen’s picket fence, mostly flat land except for one big mesa that you’ve daydreamed about crossing over for years, tonight with a crescent moon crown. 

Joel shrugs, “A kind of freedom, yeah.”

“A kind?”

“Well, freedom for travel, yeah. Can go anywhere you damn well please any time you damn well please, just about. But you’ll never find freedom from yourself.”

Looking back at him, you smirk. “That makes you sound so tortured.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Nah, it’s not like that. Jus’… I dunno.” Glancing at you, he pauses. “Not very good with words, I’m afraid.”

His answer is disappointing, both because you’re wildly curious at what that could mean in general, as well as just in him. What’s more disheartening rather than disappointing, though, is the idea that he might just not want to tell you. Looking back at the ground, you decide not to push, instead replying, “That’s alright.”

“Yeah,” he returns, “I know.” You look up to meet a smirk, “Everythin’s alright with you.”

Puzzled, you question, “What do you mean?” 

“Just is.”

“Just is?” Is he really bad with words, or is he just hiding from you again? Is he calling you passive? Or is he just… comforted by you?

“Just is.” He leaves it at that, which is frustrating, but you can’t be mad with the fond smirk he looks at you with, eyes, shadowed dark, flicking over your face. A smile forces its way onto your lips, and you look down, picking a long strand of grass to roll between your fingers. 

It’s quiet for a moment, and you ponder his words, and everything he won’t tell you. 

“So,” you start, challenging him gently, “you’ve only really told me funny stories about out there. But you told me it’s dangerous. How do you keep yourself alive?” You pause, then add quietly, unsure if the honest question will offend him, “Do you… just run?”

Joel sighs, tilting his head back and forth. “Sometimes. When I need to. Not all the time.” He pauses. “I do what I have to.”

You huff, the words falling out of you before you have time to reel them in, “You keep being so vague.” In his pause, you swallow. 

“I’m sorry, sweet thing.” He sighs, shaking his head. “Don’t mean to make myself sound so dishonest.”

Quietly, watching his profile as his eyes roam over the glittered horizon, you reply, “You won’t be poisoning me if you tell me the truth.” 

After a pause, he sighs again, finally looking back at you, eyes studying your face. Then he turns them back down, lowering his voice. “I’m not worried about that. ‘M worried about poisoning myself in your eyes.”

This makes you turn yourself to him, taking his jaw in your hand. “You won’t.” You whisper. “…I understand that there’s things I’ve never seen, never had to see. But I’ve known people with blood on their hands. There’s no love lost.” You pause at the word, but push past it, trying—hopefully not in vain—to avoid suspicion. “If you were some trigger happy lunatic or something,” this pulls a chuckle out of him, and therefore out of you as well, “it would be different. But, I know that you gotta do what you gotta do. I understand that. It won’t make me think any less of you.” You pause again. “I trust you. I’m asking you to trust me.”

Joel reaches his hand to brush his knuckle down to your jaw. “I do trust you.” His voice is gentle and soft, and flowers bloom in your chest. “I haven’t been this close to someone in a long time.”

A breath pushes out of your lips. “Really?”

He nods. “I’m not used to it.” He pauses. “It’s nice, with you.” With you. There’s a long pause, his finger still dragging over your cheek, then he chuckles. “‘S not like I’ve done all that much. It’s jus’…” you can see in his eyes the temptation to pull away again, but he resists, though he flicks his gaze to the ground and drops his hand from your cheek. You keep yours on his. “I’ve shot men. That’s the worst I’ve done, though; no more than I can count on one hand and no one that didn’t have it comin’. But that’s a common fact of life, might have to take a man’s life once in a while, as sad as it is.”

He’s right. You’ve seen people get shot in Cleardune, though it’s been a while. There have been groups of wrongdoers that stroll into town and stir up trouble, but that’s what the sheriff and his pistol is for. Some people like blood too much. And other people have to stop them from spilling any more. Sometimes it needs to be done. 

“I’ve talked my way out of things,” he continues, “I’ve run when I’ve had to, I ain’t no coward, I’ve never kneeled. Lots of funny stories to tell, but lots of ugly ones, too. It’s a way of life, you gotta learn it. And I have. And it’s been 10 years,” Joel chuckles, looking back at you, “and seein’ a I’ve got no holes in me, have all my fingers and toes, and can still sleep soundly at night, I’d say I’ve done a damn good job. I avoid getting blood on my hands. But you can’t hide away from death out there. He is the one true constant.”

You nod, speaking softly. “I understand. I’ve seen people shot.” In his eyes, you can tell he wasn’t expecting to hear that. “This is a quiet town, and like Winona said, it’s been a while, but we’ve had shootouts. And I’ve been there, next to the table, laying my hands down over a wound while someone gets needle and thread ready. I’ve never shot a gun, never stared down the barrel of one, but I know what they can do.”

After a moment, he slowly grows a small smile. “You’re tougher than I gave you credit for, little lady.” 

You smile back. “You can count on that. You think I’ve never ran into trouble, all those years I’ve spent behind that bar? Drunk men will be drunk men.”

Joel chuckles, nodding, “Drunk men will be drunk men.” Turning his head down, he smiles, then looks back up at you with a readying sigh. “So, what kind of unfunny story would you like, darlin’? Big, bad, or ugly?”

Suddenly realizing what you’ve gotten yourself into, you reply, “Big. When we have more time, the bad and the ugly.”

Joel chuckles. “Good choice.”

The story is of an epic shootout, complete with an underdog, runaway horses, and two scars—one bullet grazing over his bicep, the other a couple inches from a swiped blade right above his belt. As your finger dances over it, it’s almost hot, so long as you push the image of blood out of your mind. His warm chuckle helps, then, too, as does his hand over your thigh. 

“Well, you satisfied, little lady?” Joel’s voice is soft and low, and, at the look in his eyes and the smile on his lips when you peer up at him, along with your hand still on his warm skin, right above the thing you already miss the feel of, your heart flutters. But, as he is maturely trying to remind you, you really do have to go home tonight and get some sleep. So, you nod. 

“For tonight, yes. But just for tonight.” You end, many more words meant under just those four. 

Stars twinkling in his eyes, he nods with a smile, “Well, I’m countin’ on that last part, darlin’.” The hope his words spark in your heart makes you want to throw your arms around him, but you reel it into a softer embrace. He wraps his arms around you tightly, and you close your eyes to feel the sighed breath from his nose over your shoulder with his lips pressed against your skin. 

“Now, as much as I want to,” he says low in your ear, “I can’t let myself steal away any more of your beauty sleep. Let’s get you home.” You hum in agreement, but stay in his arms. This time, he brings you up by slipping his arms under your thighs, pulling you up to then hoist you over his shoulder. You yelp and giggle, then yelp again when he slaps your ass as he carries you through the barn. In the doorway, he drops you to your feet, but you’ve yet to stop giggling.

“C’mere, pretty girl,” his smile plumps his cheeks, but soon enough it’s against yours in a series of pecking kisses before you bring your arms around his neck to pull him in further. The hunger begins, but once again being the more mature one, Joel pulls away. 

“You better get going before I lose my head, darlin’. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” 

“Okay.” You nod and sigh, looking over his face. 

“Okay.” He nods back, eyes flicking over your face before smacking one last kiss to your lips and turning you around by your shoulders. “Go on, now,” he commands with a smile in his voice. 

Giggling again, you take a few steps before turning back. “Goodnight, Joel.” You smile. 

“Goodnight, sweet thing. I’ll meet you for a whiskey.”

At his promise, you nod, then bring yourself back around to head home, body immediately remembering you're exhaustion, and before you know it you’re tucked into bed, the warmth of the covers reminding you of your lover's arms.

[hunterssm00n]

Candy Necklace

Yandere! Sheriff OC / part 2 /

You’ve been actin’ pretty reckless / Dancing like the young and restless / And I’m obsessed with this / All his candy necklaces…

*cw include stalking, yandere behavior, abuse of authority, obsession, and dark themes* MDNI - 18+

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hunterssm00n © All rights reserved by me. I do not allow this work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

The drive into work is uneventful, thankfully, and she pulls into her usual spot behind the warehouse building, gathering her bags and coffee before heading inside to start the day. She barely makes it to the clock-in station before she's intercepted by a coworker, who nearly crashes into Kelli in her haste. “Oh! There you are! I’m glad I caught you- I wanna be the first to hear the juicy details! So,” A grin crosses her face, making her look almost devilish, “who is he?”

Kelli is thoroughly confused; who is who ? What is her coworker even talking about? She shakes her head, remembering that she still needs to clock in for her shift, but first asking, “What do you mean?”

The other woman, Grace, rolls her eyes playfully at Kelli, like she's the one being silly. “The flowers! And don’t try to play it off like it’s nothing; own that shit, girl! If a man bought me roses I’d be walking around like a damn queen all day.”

This doesn’t serve as any explanation whatsoever. Flowers? For her? From wh-

Oh, fuck .

“Um,” She tries to think of something to say, and the other woman is looking at her expectantly, like she's supposed to be disclosing something. Any 'juicy details'. “W-Where are they?” Kelli finally musters out. She has to look at them. Has to see them for herself.

Grace eyes her knowingly, and motions for her to follow, “We put them in the break room; you can leave them there for the day if you want, and just take them when you go. But they are pretty big, so hopefully nobody wants to eat lunch at the table-“

Kelli is barely listening to her, mind racing at a thousand times a second. Are they- No, they can’t be from him. Can they? But who else would they be from? They might not even be for me; there’s no use in getting all worked up until I know they’re actually mine.

Grace leads her into the break room around the corner, pointing at the table- rather, at the large bouquet of beautiful, red roses sitting on the table. Oh, god.

The woman next to her is still babbling, but now Kelli is not listening at all. She approachs the table, hand outstretched towards the card attached to the crystal clear vase. It's connected by a beaded bracelet or necklace, with pink hearts that almost look like sweet, crunchy candy. Anticipating, anticipating, it’s like she's moving in slow motion. She takes the small card between her fingers, gently turning it to read what’s written on the front.

Her name. It says her name.

Kelli feels the blood drain from her face, and before she can think twice, she opens the card to read the inside. Vaguely, she can hear Grace saying something about so jealous, where’d you find a guy like that?

The inside has messy, scrawled masculine handwriting, and the words are a bit difficult to make out at first. But it reads: You may not realize how extraordinary you are, but I do. Forever yours, Ray.

Her face heats at the note, and she's both surprised and ashamed to realize that the feeling isn’t entirely unpleasant. What’s wrong with me? Am I sick like him?

And possibly the most shocking revelation: How does he know where I work?

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This is an original work of mine, as are the characters.

I do not own the song 'Candy Necklace' by Lana Del Rey. The above picture is from pinterest, and there's a link attached to the original post.

[arisenreborn]

Okay slapping together a bunch of assorted Pawn Lovers Guild QOTDs for archival purposes X'D

How do your Arisen & Pawn handle alcohol?

Reverie is kind of wary of the stuff starting out, she's already got a hazy head and that just feels dangerous, but as she starts to get more comfortable she will occasionally have a drink or two with friends, but rarely more than that. Though once or twice she did go drunk ""complaining"" to Klaus about Rann (Klaus and his poor unrequited love listening to her obviously crushing on her frustratingly charming Pawn) Rann is also a bit more reluctant, he likes to keep a clear head, but he'll sip slowly on a mug or two while the Arisen takes care of their business (or social calls). It doesn't… seem… like it has much effect on him? He generally has a pretty high tolerance but There Will Be Signs. The occasional "I swear to drunk I'm not god." verbal slip-up. A sudden bout of clumsiness. Not that he's particularly austere normally, but he'll smile and laugh more openly. Might even tease a little (in a sort of big brotherly way) P much opposites of Rev and Rann, Olivia and Emrys… they do enjoy their drink. Olivia slightly more, but she's… she's so bad. Like, the girl does not know her limit (which is fairly mid-high but she will drink herself into a ditch). She's just having too much fun! Very friendly and not a mean or angry or sad drunk or anything like that generally speaking, but definitely inclined to perhaps accidentally get into more bar fights or ending the night running from the guards. More often Emrys has to carry her (flailing, singing terribly) back home as he debates just dropping her. ^^ Emrys is similarly jovial, and only slightly knows his limits better than her. Just enough to be the one responsible for steering their comical staggering walk back home. Though he begrudges it a bit, you can count on him to be the one to get you back into bed and pull your boots off and make sure you don't die in your sleep.

What Pawns say about their Arisen

Most of Rann's remarks would be subtle, and usually would refer to similar habits when they happen to overlap; recklessness, forgetting to eat or sleep, etc. On the flipside, more cautious Arisen would hear quiet sighs and "If only my own Master could learn from this." But occasionally, when settling down around the campfire, you might hear him murmuring a soft remark about how "Though I've traveled in worlds beyond the Rift many a time, of late I cannot help but feel a certain melancholy when I am gone from her side overlong." Emrys… no holds barred. He will out her dirty laundry, especially if the subject comes up. And sometimes even if it doesn't. "Do you think it's a requirement that Arisen are to have insufferable savior complexes, or is it just mine?" (This can be genuine or sarcastic depending on the demeanor of the Arisen he's serving, and could either be seen as praising or critical tbh X'D) (if a quest ends in failure/someone dying/etc., he remarks somewhat more sadly) "…She'd not have liked that." (starts laughing when fighting phantasms and such) "Oh, sorry, just remembered a time my Master went screaming and running the first time we encountered these, I thought for sure she'd damn near pissed her pants." (if the Arisen gets their ass woefully and embarrassingly clobbered while trying to help or bite off more than they can chew) "Don't worry, seen it all before." (I should stop I could probably go on for a while you get the gist)

What kind of video games would they play?

Reverie would probably play more "relaxing" games, with a simulation/management side like SDV or Rune Factory, visual novels, and also all sorts of indies - but then she'd also have a few obsessive favs like Dishonored and Assassin's Creed (stealthy kinds of games with some good story). Rann's a cRPG guy, but he also probably gets into all of the popular co-op games like Among Us, Lethal Company, Phasmophobia - but Rev probably got him into like, Fire Emblem because it's very funny for me to imagine him getting into the particulars about getting good stats on babies.

Olivia will try just about anything, and is pretty competitive - she doesn't get very toxic but she will rage quit and just never pick a game up again. She'd probably be pretty big into something like Monster Hunter too, but she'd also play dress-up games and stuff like the Sims. Emrys... my sorta-meme answer is that he looks for "freedom and choice" in a game, he wants everything Todd Howard and Peter Molyneux promised and will bitch about it when it doesn't deliver. So: Elder Scrolls, Fable, Fallout, some certain cRPGs, etc Oh, he'd also play Pokemon though and get really attached to all of his Pokemon. (...his favorite is Probably Black and White)

What lines would the Pawns have upon the Arisen dying?

Rann: I'm thinking just an effectively heart-wrenching shouting of her name. One of those few instances all walls and restraint break down. In contrast with his usual soothingly calm town, it's pained, cracked with desperation, and a snarling touch of anger, a wellspring of grief. Emrys: "Arisen…?" He'd sound stunned and almost amused in disbelief. The air has gone from his lungs and he can't quite get it back. I think the main thing for him would be a long, dreadful silence tbh, the mental clambering for what to think, say, feel, do in this situation at all, because there's so much of everything welling up and most of it he does not want. "Hey… that's enough of that…" Whether the battle continues or not, it's over for him.

[spnexploration]

Pack chapter 6

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Madison

Series summary: Omega!Reader is thrown into a world she's not expecting when her mate turns out to be a hunter, and she's not used to Alpha & Omega Pack dynamics.

Chapter summary: Madison opens your eyes...

Chapter warnings: none

Word count: 1.2k

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Part 5 <- -> Part 7

I followed Dean to the kitchen and chatted to him while he cooked dinner. It was nice to spend time with him and start getting to know him. I hadn’t expected him to cook!

He headed down to bang on Sam and Madison’s door, calling out loudly, “Oi, rabbits, grubb’s up!”

I heard Madison giggle and Sam called out to say they’d be there soon. Dean and I headed back to the kitchen and Dean served the food. Madison and Sam appeared, seeming somewhat out of breath. Madison was wearing a tee and short shorts and I could see marks on her neck and up her legs, they looked like bruises.

I was worried about her, but didn’t want to cause a scene. I sat quietly and ate my meal, keeping my eyes down.

Dean noticed, “Are you ok, Y/N?”

“Yes, Alpha.” He made a non-committal noise in response, like he didn’t quite believe me.

Madison responded, “How about Y/N and I do the dishes? You did all the work cooking, Dean.”

The brothers left us once they’d finished their dinner. There seemed to be a significant look between Dean and Madison, but I couldn’t work out what it meant.

After a couple of minutes of washing dishes, I hesitantly asked her, “Did Sam hurt you? Are you ok?”

“Ah, I thought that might be what you were worried about,” she said, smiling kindly at me. “Haven’t you ever had a hickey before?”

“A what?”

“These,” she said, pointing to the bruises.

“No? How did you get them?”

“Uh, well, it was Sam, but it was during sex.”

“So he did hurt you?”

“Well, we were being pretty rough,” she said with a smirk. She seemed to look at my shocked expression and change tact. “Sam and I,” she said in an explanatory tone, “Sometimes we like vanilla sex. But sometimes we like it rough and sometimes we get into some kinky stuff…”

“Does it hurt a lot?” I asked hesitantly.

“Not really. They usually feel pretty damn good in the moment! And yeah, sometimes afterwards some bits are a bit sore, but that’s ok. It’s all consensual.”

I think my face gave away my surprise and horror at what she was saying, as she suddenly called out to Sam to come in.

“Take off your shirt and turn around,” she told him. He looked at her questioningly and glanced sideways at me. “Trust me,” she said. Dean had also come into the room, leaning casually against the bench near the door. He nodded at Sam who started to pull off his shirt.

All over Sam’s back were long scratches.

I sucked in a breath and looked at Madison in shock. She smiled at me.

“Thanks hun, now if you two can leave us back to our girl talk,” she said, dismissing the Alphas. They left without complaint, always surprising me that they were willing to do what she said.

“What- what happened to him?” I asked when they’d gone.

“I did that,” she said, no hint of shame.

“What? Why? Did he attack you?”

“No, that’s the thing. It was consensual. He marked me, I scratched him, we had amazing sex. Next time maybe we won’t be rough, maybe we will.”

I stared at her, mind reeling. Would Dean expect me to do that too?

She seemed to guess what I was thinking. “It’s ok, I’m sure Dean will go gently with you if that’s what you want. He’s really a big teddy bear, they both are.”

I suddenly felt very embarrassed. I looked at the ground to avoid looking at her face.

She rubbed her hand up my arm in a comforting fashion. “Don’t worry about it, Dean’s not going to pressure you.”

I was relieved when the dishes were over.

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We said goodnight to Sam and Madison and Dean led me down the corridor to his and my rooms. He stood at his door and turned to me, asking gently, “Have you decided where you want to sleep?”

I bit my lip. Sleeping on Madison in the car had made me rest better, but I was worried and uncomfortable after my conversation with her in the kitchen.

Dean seemed to sense the reason for my hesitation. He reached out to cup my cheek, gently guiding me to look at him. “I’m not going to touch you or do anything to you that you’re not ready for, sweetheart. We’re just going to sleep. You’re in full control: you decide if we cuddle, you decide if we spoon, you decide if we don’t touch each other at all. Ok?”

I nodded slowly.

I went to my room and changed into my pyjamas, then crept back to Dean’s. I stood awkwardly in the doorway until he beckoned me over, pulling back the covers and encouraging my to crawl in. I lay awkwardly next to him, not touching and feeling ridiculous. Why was I even in here?

“If you want to,” he said gently, “you could come and cuddle and see if you like it.”

I slowly scooted over to him. I tentatively put my arm around his middle. After a few seconds, I moved closer and put my head on his chest. He pulled his arm out and wrapped it around me.

It was nice. He smelled nice.

I fell asleep.

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I woke up feeling surprisingly well rested. I was so warm and comfortable. Suddenly, I realised that I was sprawled on top of Dean’s chest, my leg up over his, with his arm wrapped around my back. I hastily tried to sit up and get off him, but he held me gently.

“It’s ok, little one,” he murmured. I relaxed a little. “Did you sleep well?” I nodded. He put his phone back on the bedside table with his hand that wasn’t around me. He must’ve been looking at it while I slept on him.

“Sorry,” I muttered.

“What are you sorry for?”

“You were stuck here because I was on top of you.”

“I wasn’t stuck, and I wasn’t disappointed,” he said with a grin. “Waking up with my Omega in my arms is the best wake-up I could ask for.” He kissed my forehead. “Breakfast?” I nodded and we headed out of the room.

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“You’re not going to like this,” Sam said to Dean as we walked into the kitchen. Dean instantly tensed beside me. “Garth rang.”

“What’s wrong? What does he want?”

“Needs help with a case.”

“Can’t someone else do it?”

“Apparently not. I told him you’d just found your Omega but he begged for help with this one, it’s amassing quite the body count.”

Dean turned to me, taking my hands in his. “Are you ok if we do this? You’ll stay at the motel room with Madi while Sam and I deal with the monster. We will make sure nothing happens to you.”

My heart rate increased and I felt fear spreading through my veins, but I couldn’t ignore the idea that people were out there dying. “Umm, ok.”

Dean pulled me into a hug. “Alright,” he said over my head, “Everyone ready in 20.”

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[digitalprophetsworld]

Hi hello!! I made some couple new drawings of legacy again alongside some questions and hcs. Most of the HC aren't that great, but it's new so-

• One time when he used to have a girlfriend or a crush, he asked his siblings for help or advice as to what he should do. Big mistake since both of his brothers ended up ruining his relationship by accident and caused him to fumble the bag. (Neither of his siblings had any relationship experience but Larry did try to help Legacy the best he can. Lawrie, on the other hand, assume whatever idea he had could work even though it would be a disaster cause legacy doesn't quite understand.) Worst case, his siblings abandoned the ship and left him to deal w it on his own because R-T got upset and forced Larry and Lawrie to work despite them explaining the situation to him. (He didn't care. Even his family screwed him over. Maybe out of character for these guys ngl.)

• He usually gets into an argument with Lawrie, but at one point during the heated argument, Lawrie ends up reminding him that he's a bum and completely useless while Legacy shifts the blame at them since it wasn't his fault that they kept him around when he wanted to be recalled. Legacy ended up in his room venting out his frustration after this (slight angst.)

• Not a headcanon or a question, this is just a joke: but for whatever reason, because I see clip of caseoh playing dress to impress, I imagine legacy trying the game out at least one time and actually felt confident when he got a theme that he familiar with, actually ate with the outfit he chose, and got upset when he was at 4th or 6th place cause of how rigged it is (he lost to a mermaid and some player that weren't following the theme.)

• He probably watch a YouTuber named Degenerocity

I also got a question to ask. Considering the fact that he's a protector at heart, does legacy prefer to be bodyguard? (Cause I had this one thought in my head that he can serve as a temporary bodyguard for the idols during live concert. Or just a security officer for the bad random and kick out any trespasser that tries to sneak into the concert without tickets.)

Also some two artworks I made of him. (Well one cause the other is the edit of a doodle I didn't show off before 💀) Anyway, hope you like them!!

Firdt one is so cute omgggg aND CRYING AT THE SECOND DRAWING A BIT. Dating Sim with all three triplets but Legacy is IMPOSSIBLE to pull /j

Honestly it's so hard to see him having anyone so, yeah I can confirm he fumbled incredibly hard and hated everything and everyone for a solid week LMAOAOAO

He's definitely had his quarrels with Larry and Lawrie, Lawrie just has more fire in him to fight compared to the other. They've had some bad arguments and can confirm Legacy's uselessness was brought up a lot — which, like you said, was always countered with him shifting blame because they bothered to even keep him around.

That damn chair he uses has seen better days. It's the only thing around he can really use to just beat the shit out of 😭

HELPPPP He probably would play DTI at some point, but rage quit because no one takes it seriously + rigged. He's better at cyberbullying /j

Honestly? He definitely could protect the idols! He'd deny it at first but considered it for a while and inevitably accept it. He considers it like a free concert front row LOL

He obviously does his job pretty well, kicking out any trespassers or creeps like CLOCKWORK. He'd be great as a bodyguard hehe

[syngigeim]

Day 24 - Bar

Right then, my friends have all been raving about Xak Tural and I should definitely take a look what’s out there, Cecetu thought, gazing out over the desert of Shaaloani. Desert’s nice. More brush-y than Thanalan. She grumbled, getting onto her motorcycle. She’d have to stick closer to whatever paths she could find until she figured out the aether currents for flying. There was a small village, and more importantly, what looked to be an aetheryte not far ahead from the gate. That was her first marker as she set off.

She rode up to that aetheryte, catching stares from the locals as she went. Her bike was a beauty and she was damn proud of it. She gave it a little pat as she tied it up with a chain by the aetheryte. The better to ensure it didn’t get stolen.

Hmm. Cecetu spotted a sign saying bar at the building right across from the aetheryte. Well, it’s always good advice to go in and say hi to your local barkeep. They’d know where to steer her right.

There weren’t even any doors on this place. Just some gates that Cecetu’s head barely brushed up against. She just shoved one out of her way as she moved forward. She gave the place a once-over. Well, it was a far sight better than the Coffer and Coin, which was pretty much a shack in the wall. This place...this place had character. Lovely red timber walls and the messy strewn about bottles and the drunkards laying about or chatting. This place was just fun. Oh! There was even a huge fish on the wall right next to the bar area. How neat.

Cecetu strode forward, past the serving lady and right up to the barkeep shaking that mixer thing. “Well howdy there ma’am. You look like a woman of purpose and confidence. So, what can I get ya?”

She knew her order and she could recite it well. “Water.”

The barkeep frowned at that. “Well, I could get ya that but we have some new fizzy drinks straight from Tulilyollal. Probably would taste better than just plain ol’ water.”

“Give it to me then, and we’ll see how it is.”

The barkeep pulled out a bottle from under the counter, filled with bubbly blue liquid and poured it into a glass, sliding it across the counter over to Cecetu. She took it and gave it a sip. The bubbles...they actually added a fun little texture! All...bubbly! And it was rather sweet too.

“Good huh? It’s been a big hit with you folk that swear off the booze.”

Cecetu nodded, making sure she didn’t smile too wide. “I’m gonna find a table. Keep the tab going.” She said, walking away. Ah shoot, I was going to ask questions. But no, now was the time to nurse her drink in the corner and wait for trouble to find her.

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 8, Part 1 ("The Inns and Outs of Inns")

I'm skipping past the second half of the previous episode (I really couldn't think of anything interesting to say about it. It was that whole thing where Rory and Paris get initated into The Puffs, and the Mother/Daughter Fashion Show). You can read my previous reviews here.

This lady held out her cup for a refill. Jess looks down at the mug and walks right past her. I found his terrible customer service inexplicably delightful. I'd say she was gonna stiff him out of a tip for that move, but no one in Stars Hollow tips anyway.

Jess: It's 7:45 am, do you want me to go to school or openly defy child labor laws? Idk, I think you should have a word with the Walmart corporation first, the place hired a 17 year old to drive a forklift during school hours. Luke: Stay out of trouble. Jess: Guess that means calling off the chickie run down at the salt flats. What in the everliving hell does that even mean? What teenager talks like that in 2001, the Year of our Lord? Damn you, AmyShermanPalladino. *sighs deeply*. *Opens Google* "A chickie run is a high-speed drag race toward the edge of a steep bluff above the ocean using stolen cars." It's apparently a reference to the movie Rebel Without A Cause with James Dean. Well, I learned some pointless new information today. Thank you, Mr Mariano. You may not serve customers their coffee but you do serve up hot steaming cups of old timey references. Lorelai and Sookie: We're coming up with names for the new inn. Michel: How about the Money Pit? The Outhouse? The Inn Headed for Bankruptcy?

Heh heh.

I only recall seeing a police car in Stars Hollow two other times (when Kyle's party got busted up and the time Jess comes back in season 4 and gets pulled over? Am I forgetting anything?). Here's the big emergency that called the mythical, rarely seen Stars Hollow Police into town. Spoiler alert: It was some chalk.

And now this pathetic town of bored people with nothing better to do are going to call an emergency meeting over some chalk. Taylor is fa-reaking the fuck out.

Taylor: I've got a dead body outside of my store! Sheriff: No, you have a chalk outline in front of your store.

Sheriff: My partner's out doing a headcount to see if anyone is missing. Until then, just hang tight. Let me remind you how many people live in Stars Hollow. Sometimes it may seem like you only see the same 15 people over and over, but the mind can play dirty tricks on you.

Yes Taylor, just hang tight for a few minutes while one police officer does a head count of nearly 10,000 people. A police officer going around counting people to see if anyone happens to be dead is one of my favorite bits of absurdity in the entire show. 30 seconds later:

Golly that was fast!

Heh heh heh. It is a pretty stupid prank. I think most of Jess' pranks are amateur at best. I believe in his potential. He could come up with something way better. The people of Stars Hollow deserved to be Punk'd for how they treat him. I give this one an A though, because it pissed everyone off so thoroughly, and that's all that matters.

Gilmore Girls wardrobe department: LAYERS! MORE LAYERS, DAMN IT! Wardrobe Assistant: He's in a shirt under a shirt under a vest! I cannot layer anymore! *cries*

Sooo purdy.

Luke jamming a screwdriver into a toaster is highly erotic.

It goes without saying that from here on out we are going to be pausing often to admire screen shots of Jess with absolutely no context. Tomatos Sign: Spotted

Oh, we haven't gotten to the part where Jess murders Shane and dumps her body in the lake. We'll get to that in season 3. In my gritty Gilmore Girls reboot titled The Hollow, there could be several justified homicides. For one example, it's canon that Luke never throws Taylor off a bridge, so my reboot would seek to correct this.

HE'S JUST A LITTLE GUY LET HIM SULK AND LURK What the hell else is there to do in Stars Hollow anyway? The image of Jess of visiting an arts and crafts store is pretty hilarious.

What the hell is AmyShermanPalladino's obsession with swans? "Swans scream one thing, Mom. Sigfried and Roy." Ah yes, another fine early 2000's tasteless "gay" insult. Luke & Lorelai are discussing the grave consequences of missing or even being late to a town meeting. To which I say, if Taylor threatens you, just tell him you're gonna squeal to the Feds about all of his shady financial crimes. That'll shut him right up.

He's been in town for like what, a week and he's already a "situation". I think that's awesome. Your mere existence on this Earth is so powerful that you've thrown an entire community into disarray. Good for you, baby. Good for you.

May I remind you again they are calling this community meeting because of some chalk. "When Mrs. Lanahan couldn't buy lettuce from my store, she drove straight to Woodbury instead." You know what, I just gotta bide my time and let the nutcase rant, because Walmart will eventually drive him out of business for good and in a double scoop of justice, I have faith that he'll also be taken down for his money laundering crimes.

This committee of 85 year olds will seal Jess Mariano's fate. It looks like Hell's waiting room. Jess loves a good town meeting because it's the only time he gets to stay home and whack off in private. Luke tries to give Taylor $1 for a head of letuce (actually, first he asks "how much is a head of lettuce?" which is something he should know if he's running a diner, but I digress. "The CHARGES against your nephew are numerous!" Let's hear them, shall we? He stole the "Save the Bridge" money. But Taylor was going to launder that money, what will he do now? He stole a gnome from Babette's garden. He "hooted" one Miss Patty's dance classes. Please try to imagine Jess ever "hooting" a woman (uhh, she means catcalling...I guess? I could see him calling out some sarcastic quip/witty observation though. He took a garden hose. Why Jess? Why? How did they know he did it? What did he intend to do with it? Where did he keep it? With the 500 baseballs he stole from the school? He set off the fire alarms at school last week. This is a more serious prank that would have gotten him in big trouble if he was caught. And again, Lane and Dean go to this school. Hello? I know at this point Jess and Rory don't know each other well, but that's still major gossip, so why are Rory's boyfriend and best friend always keeping this stuff from her? I am Jess Mariano's defense lawyer and every last thing my client does to annoy the citizens of Stars Hollow is justified. Lorelai, sarcastically: I heard he controls the weather and wrote the screenplay to Glitter** (**a movie starring Mariah Carey that came out in 2001 and is regarded as one of the worst movies of all time and was a box office bomb and possibly the biggest blight ever on MC’s career). You know, Lorelai is being sarcastic by saying she thinks Jess controls the weather but she hates him so much I wouldn't put it past her that she actually believes that. I mean, she already believes that the sun shines out of Dean Forrester's ass. Bootsy: I never like the look of that kid, I knew he was bad as soon as I saw him. AGAIN HE'S BEEN HERE FOR LIKE A WEEK. The subject of the meeting turns from Jess to piling onto Luke for no good reason, and my man Lucas is just about to burst a blood vessel defending himself and Jess from these nutjobs. I honestly couldn't love him more. He's so REAL. Please don't stroke out on us, we need you. Taylor: "There is a consensus among all the towns people that Stars Hollow was a much better place before Jess got here." Kindly go to hell, Taylor Doose.

Dean spending two days on his hands and knees scraping Jess' prank from cement is a beautiful kind of justice. Edit: A commenter made me wonder how Jess made his artwork stick to the cement. Off to Google I went once again. Apparently you can use hairspray to set chalk art, but professional chalk artists use high grade varnishes to set their designs. Jess never half-asses anything. He puts his whole, cute little ass in. You also have to wonder how in a town full of unemployed busy bodies with nothing better to do than notice everything that goes on in town right down to when Rory Gilmore farts, not a single person heard or saw any of this happening. Lorelai fretting that the Independence will be sold to a corporate hotel chain is realistic and it would inevitably happen in my gritty Gilmore Girls reboot titled The Hollow. The Independence Inn would become a Holiday Inn, Luke's would become a Starbucks, Doose's would become a Walmart, and Dean Forrester's house would be a parking lot after a meteor crashed through the roof.

Someone should bash your head in with a safe.

Never in the history of mankind has a single individual sown so much havoc with a single stick of chalk.

Every time I look at that wool jacket lining I feel super itchy.

The captions should really say "okuh", and not "okay." Because that was a stellar "okuh". Get it right. Just another injustice perpetuated against Jesstopher Mariano.

Oh, she did. To be continued in Part 2 so I can add more screen shots.