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modularmedia · 1 year ago
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The Poison of Nostalgia - Modular Components Episode One Hundred and Eight
Join the crew minus Snowcone for a late night pondering on memes, nostalgia and religion.
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blueeyeddarkknight · 1 year ago
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Happy 83rd birthday to my favorite beatle 🎸🎤 🪲 John Lennon. 👓
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Rest in peace bby 🥺🕊️
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Tying the Lennon bday week with Val.
This beautiful song was played at Val's wedding 🥺❤️
vid is from (Val 2021)
The full song ❤️
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Movie recommendations :
1. nowhere boy
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2. A hard day's night and help!
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littlevampie222 · 1 year ago
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Gosh! 🖤
(If you know, you know! And your childhood was awesome!)
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90s-2000s-barbie · 2 years ago
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Jonathan Taylor Thomas
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christmas-allyearround · 1 year ago
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jillyb2004 · 10 months ago
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Happy (Late) 20th Anniversary to The Lion King One in A Half!
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Based on this iconic poster
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boricuacherry-blog · 1 year ago
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Mad Tv - home alone with Michael Jackson
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"Open up, I'll let you play with my monkey"
"Why don't you just beat it Michael"
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swankyorange · 3 months ago
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truly a masterpiece. i'm obsessed in a major way.
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Obvious | Pornstar!Javier Peña x Fem!Reader | Part 4 of Unscripted Desire | ~12k wc | Series Masterlist | gif cred | Explicit. Minors DNI.
Summary: Life after quitting the porn industry.
Tags: halloween vibes, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v sex (protected), getting bent over in a parking garage, frankie heavy beginning (they had us in the first half not gonna lie), speaking of frankie he wears the ghostface mask while hitting it, connie has entered this little universe, masturbation with vibrator (f), clit stimulation, dirty talk, pussy slapping, JUST THE TIP!!!!, no use of y/n, other shit i’m probably forgetting.
A/N: surpriseeeee, i woke up a little too inspired to write and voila, out came this beautiful chapter that i was not expecting to get out so soon. again, this fic has def taken off in ways i never imagined but uhhh, we out here 🖤 thanks to everyone for the support, frankie girlies (gn) i hope i did your man justice 'cause i was feeling a little too feral for him. as for my just the tip stans... we did it joe 🤠 i hope you guys fucking love this the way i do and that you ruined your underwear... just as i did 🖤
The cool autumn breeze sweeps over you as you walk out of the movie theater with Frankie, the Halloween spirit in full swing. Scream 2 was as thrilling as ever, and your favorite of the trilogy.
The fall season always makes you feel nostalgic, and tonight has been no exception—dinner, a movie, and Frankie by your side for the past month has made things feel better than they have been for quite some time now.
“It’s not that hard to escape the bastard,” Frankie says confidently, as if he’d be the first to survive the whole ordeal. “He’s just some guy—or girl—wearing a mask with a knife. I’d have them handled in five minutes. Tops.”
You laugh, humoring him. “Oh, I’m sure you would.”
The parking garage is mostly empty, dimly lit as you make your way to his truck, parked at the top level. You’re talking casually about the film when he suddenly slows down, a mischievous smirk creeping across his face. He corners you slowly, backing you against the cool metal of the truck, his presence looming as you feel the tension rise. 
“Or,” he says, voice dropping lower, “I could be a real kickass Ghostface.”
Your eyes flick to the mask in his hand, the complimentary one that came with the tickets, and then back to him. His dark brown eyes gleam with playful intent, and a thrill shoots through you. “Oh yeah?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow.
He grins, slipping his cap off and pulling the mask over his face. Oh, shit. You’ve never had a mask kink before, but something about Frankie wearing it like this, his body pressing closer, has your pulse racing. 
“What’s your favorite scary movie?” He asks, his voice lowering to mimic what’d you just seen, a smooth yet eerie tone. It’s almost too good, too convincing, and you suddenly understand why people fantasize about this kind of thing.
You bite your lip, your mind swirling with desire as his hand slides down to your hip, squeezing gently. “I don’t have one,” you say, teasing him. You can barely see his eyes through the mask’s slits, but the way his head tilts makes your stomach flip.
“Oh, c’mon, hermosa,” he purrs, “don’t lie to me.”
You giggle nervously, feeling the heat between you both intensify. Glancing around to make sure you’re still alone, you place a hand on his chest, letting it slide down slowly until it reaches his belt. He grunts in response, his free hand gripping the back of your head tightly. The pressure sends a shiver down your spine, and you whimper softly.
“You’re liking this, aren’t you?” He asks, voice muffled slightly by the mask but dripping with lust.
“More than I’d like to admit,” you breathe out, your body reacting instinctively to his touch. And before you can process it, your jeans and underwear are being pulled down to your mid-thigh. Frankie wastes no time, maneuvering you into the backseat of the truck. You’re bent over, ass out, hands pressed against the cool leather as you hear him undo his belt, the sound of his zipper punctuating the quiet.
He’s quick, efficient, rolling a condom over his thick cock before positioning himself behind you. His hand grips your hip as he thrusts into you, and you gasp as he fills you, the mask still firmly on his face. 
It’s fucking amazing. Frankie fucks you like no one ever has—not like it’s for show or performance, but feverent and real. Each thrust hits the perfect spot inside you, sending your vision into a haze of stars. You’re more vocal than you’ve ever been, moaning his name, asking for more.
“Harder,” you whine, and he obliges, his nails digging into your hips as he pounds into you relentlessly. His grunts mix with your moans, the sound echoing in the empty parking garage. 
When he’s close, he finally pulls the mask off, tossing it aside before leaning down, kissing and nipping at your neck. His fingers move below you, rubbing at your sensitive clit as you clench around him, your orgasm rushing through you.
His teeth graze your skin as you both reach your peak, your body trembling as he groans, his release following yours.
He stills inside you, breathing heavily against your neck, and for a moment, everything is still—just you, him, and the night. You smile, feeling content, and he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder before slowly pulling out, leaving you both breathless in the backseat of his truck.
“Well, fuck.” Frankie curses under his breath, tying the condom off with a quick motion. His hands, now gentler, reach for yours as he helps you up, both of you quickly fixing your clothes and appearances.
Once you’re situated, you spin around to face him, your fingers lightly brushing his jaw as you lean in to kiss him. It’s sweet, and the soft smack of your lips echoes through the empty parking garage.
“That was amazing,” you say, still a little breathless, your heart still racing in your chest.
A smirk plays on his lips as he puts his cap back on and tosses the used condom in a nearby trash bin. “Gonna have to hold onto this,” he says, nodding toward the Ghostface mask, now thrown carelessly into the backseat. There’s a playful gleam in his eyes, that flirty, teasing edge you’ve come to expect from him.
“It was definitely a heat-of-the-moment thing,” you say, trying to play it cool, though you can’t help the little grin tugging at the corner of your mouth.
“Mhm, sure it was.” He winks, sliding into the driver’s seat beside you as he starts the engine, the rumble of his truck echoing as he pulls out of the garage.
The streets are alive with the Halloweekend night crowd. People spill out of bars, laughter and chatter drifting through the air as Frankie navigates through the bustling costumed scene. You catch sight of a group of friends stumbling onto the sidewalk, and you’re grateful that your apartment’s entrance is around the back, away from all the noise and chaos.
Frankie pulls up across the street from your place, parking the truck and turning to you with a slightly furrowed brow. “Not really a fan of your current living arrangement,” he says, his tone casual but his eyes serious.
You shrug, reaching for your purse. “Beggars can’t be choosers,” though you can’t deny you’ve felt the same way. The cramped apartment above a rowdy bar wasn’t your dream setup, but it’s what you’ve got for now.
Leaning over the console, you peck his lips once, twice, then again. What starts as a series of playful kisses quickly turns into something more, your hands finding his stubbled jaw as his fingers graze your thigh. Before long, you’re fully making out again.
When you finally pull away, your lips tingling, you ask softly, “Wanna come up?”
He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, his eyes search yours for a moment, considering something. But then, with a slow nod, he says, “Yeah, okay.” His voice is steady, but there’s that familiar heat beneath it, the same one that had you wrapped up in the backseat earlier.
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The following morning is spent with the both of you lazily lounging around your apartment, only leaving to pick up  a late breakfast from your favorite spot around the corner before you’re back in bed, sleeping the day away.
You’re barely aware of the warm breath ghosting over your inner thighs as you shift in your sleep, legs lazily spread across the bed. A sleepy moan slips out when you feel soft lips pressing against your pussy, then a firmer kiss followed by a slow drag of a tongue. 
You stir, half-dazed, your fingers instinctively moving to the unruly curls of hair between your legs as the sensation intensifies. Frankie’s lips latch onto your clit, sucking gently, and it sends a shock of pleasure through your body, waking you up fully.
“Oh,” his name slips from your lips like a breathless confession. 
You can feel his grin against you, hear the low groan vibrating through your sensitive flesh as he takes his time, his tongue swirling around you in lazy circles, savoring your taste.
Just for a second, a flash of something—or someone—else crosses your mind. Javier. The thought of him, of the way he’d made you fall apart that day in the elevator, flickers in your mind like a flame.
Your eyes fly open in shock, and you gasp, but Frankie is none the wiser. He assumes your reaction is all because of him, and that only spurs him on. His lips press harder against you as he brings two fingers up, spreading you open gently before sinking them inside. 
You shake your head, mentally shoving him back into the recesses where it belongs.
With a determined focus, you let yourself melt back into the pleasure, letting go of everything else. “Pussy tastes so good, hermosa,” he mumbles, as he works his mouth and fingers together, creating a messy, perfect rhythm that has your thighs clenching around his head.
It’s all too much, too good, and you can’t help the way your body writhes beneath him.
Your moans fill the room, louder and more desperate, hips lifting and chasing the pleasure as the tension in your spine coils tighter and tighter until it finally snaps, and you come undone all over his lips and fingers.
Frankie doesn’t stop right away—his lips stay on you, moving with less intensity now, just soft kisses as you come down from your high. He places a final, lingering kiss to your clit before he crawls up your body, kissing a path along your skin. You’re still wearing his t-shirt, your body half exposed, and he grins down at you, his dark eyes sparkling with satisfaction. 
“Figured you needed something to help get you through your shift,” he says, his voice teasing yet full of affection.
You give him a lazy, fucked-out smile, still catching your breath. “It’s gonna help me with more than just my shift, mister. You just gave me something new to add to my spank bank.”
He shakes his head playfully. “Spank bank, huh? Glad to be of service,” he adds with a wink, leaning in for another kiss, slower this time. You can’t help but run your hands over his arms, admiring the small scars, the beauty marks that dot his tan skin.
“Are you coming back tonight?” You ask softly, your fingers tangling in the curls at the nape of his neck, pulling him down for a peck.
He sighs against your lips before shaking his head. “Can’t. I’ve got Elliana this weekend,” he says, his tone softening as he mentions his four-year-old daughter. You haven’t met her yet, the two of you keeping things casual and slow.
Neither of you wants anything serious, but hearing him mention his daughter always adds a layer of sweetness to him that makes you feel warm.
You nod in understanding, pulling him down for one final kiss before you force yourself to get up and start getting ready for work. He watches you, that same teasing, affectionate glint in his eyes, and you can’t help but smile back at him, grateful for whatever this is between you two.
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“You just got fucked, didn’t you?” Connie’s voice hits you the second you step behind the bar, her eyebrows wiggling with mischief as she leans against the counter, arms crossed over her Princess Peach costume that’s not really a costume—just a pink tennis dress with the signature crown atop of her head. 
“Hello to you too, Connie.” You give her a sarcastic smile, securing the half apron around your waist. It’s a routine now—her prying into your business like an investigative reporter for the gossip section.
Reminds you of another blond, and now you wonder if they’re all just like this.
Your firecracker of a coworker is an E.R. nurse who took on this bartending gig a few months after you did. The fact that she has to hustle for tips despite being in healthcare is one of those cruel ironies you both bitch about during slow shifts. You’d think a nurse would be raking in cash, but there are nights here at Lucky’s where she pulls more than at the hospital.
“I’m just saying,” Connie continues, mid-lemon slice, her eyes narrowing in exaggerated suspicion. “You’re wearing your cute jeans, your shirt’s actually clean, and—wait, is that makeup on your face? Please don’t tell me you’re in cat ears!” She pauses, blade in hand, smirking at you like she’s cracked some secret code.
Your face warms up as you adjust the stupid cat ears on your head. Yeah, she’s nailed it—hooking up with Frankie before your shift definitely put some extra pep in your step tonight. A little effort never hurt, especially when looking put-together meant better tips.
It’s Halloween, and people tend to tip better when you’re festive. So, why not milk it for all it’s worth?
“Just capitalizing off the holiday, Con. Is that a crime?” You say, bending down to grab the ice buckets for a quick refill before the evening rush hits.
“No, what is a crime,” she says, not missing a beat as she narrows her eyes at you, tossing the lemons aside, “is you skimping out on the juicy details of your love life.”
You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that slips out as you hip-check her on your way to the ice machine. “I’m not skimping. It’s not like I’ve been hiding some wild love affair. We only started fucking, what, like two weeks ago?”
“And?” She leans forward, hands on her hips, waiting like she’s tuning in for the next episode of her favorite drama.
You bite your lip, lowering your voice conspiratorially, “It’s… fucking amazing.”
She whistles, then throws her hands up in celebration. You can’t help but laugh—loudly—your mood is too good to even pretend to be embarrassed.
Grabbing the freshly filled ice buckets, you lug them back behind the bar, your arms burning slightly from the weight, but you’re not complaining. Between lugging buckets and keeping the bar stocked, who needs a gym membership?
“I’m so jealous. I can’t even remember the last time I slept with a guy and actually enjoyed it,” She says with a dramatic sigh, leaning her elbows on the bar.
“Trust me, I was in the same boat for the longest time. Then Frankie just… showed up,” you say with a small, satisfied smile. It’s true, he kind of did swoop in out of nowhere, and it’s been surprisingly easy with him since.
But, of course, there’s that brief hiccup in your mind that involves Javier. 
You push the thought of him away, like you’ve been doing for weeks. What happened earlier in bed with Frankie was just a slip-up, your subconscious messing with you.
“Well, I need a guy to just show up and fuck me so I can think straight again,” she half-jokes, and the two of you burst into laughter, the kind that shakes your shoulders and draws a few curious glances from nearby patrons.
As the night picks up, the bar gets busier, and the usual rhythm settles in. You and Connie move in sync, the crowd buzzing with energy.
Costumes, chatter, and the clinking of glasses surround you, but you’re in your zone. It’s not until about two hours later, as you’re pouring someone’s vodka soda, that you catch sight of a familiar face sliding into a barstool in front of you.
“Long time no see, stranger,” you greet Steve over the music, already reaching for his usual piss beer and uncapping it before sliding it across the counter.
“Work’s been fucking ass,” he replies, taking a long, much-needed gulp from the bottle. You can see the exhaustion in his eyes. 
“Robbie still being an asshole, I presume?” You ask, shifting away to take another patron’s order while keeping half an ear out for whatever fresh hell your ex-boss has put Steve through now.
Steve’s attention, though, is fixed on something—or rather, someone—else. His gaze locks on Connie, who’s busy putting on a little show for a group of birthday girls. She’s expertly pouring a line of shots, lighting them on fire, and sliding them toward the group, who erupt into cheers.
“She seein’ anyone?” He asks, leaning in closer, like he’s trying to keep the question discreet. Between the thumping music and the lively chatter, Connie wouldn’t hear him even if he shouted.
You raise a brow. “Like I told you last time—and like she told you the time before—no.”
“Then why’s she always shuttin’ me down?” He frowns, frustration creasing his face.
You shrug, wiping down the perpetually sticky counter. “Probably because you only approach her here, when you’re halfway through a six-pack. Connie’s not looking for bullshit—she deals with enough of that here and at the hospital.”
Steve scoffs, taking another hefty swig of his beer. “Right. You bartenders are tough to crack.”
You smirk, knocking your knuckles on the wooden bar top. “Maybe, but we’re worth the effort.”
Steve chuckles at that. “Now, spill. I’ve barely seen you since I quit.” You’re curious, and maybe just a little petty.
He groans, tipping his head back as if the memory of work physically pains him. And a part of you—maybe the slightly vindictive part—waits eagerly to hear about how Robbie’s screwing up, still secretly wishing for your old boss’s downfall.
“Longer shoots for lesser pay. And the fucking guys he’s been hiring— Christ Almighty. S’been a fuckin’ shitshow since you walked out,” You feel pride swell up in your chest at the remembrance, how good it felt to stick up for yourself. “But especially since Javier kicked his ass to the curb. I’m the last one standing.”
You barely have time to absorb this before a rowdy group of frat boys descends on the bar, demanding drinks with the enthusiasm of toddlers in a candy store.
You want to wring their necks for interrupting your train of thought, especially since curiosity about what happened with Javier is gnawing at you.
Why do you care? That small voice in your head questions, but you put her on mute and focus on fulfilling the orders of these insufferable college students.
Noticing you’re tied up, Steve hops down a few barstools, positioning himself in front of Connie, trying to charm her again. You can’t help but catch snippets of his pickup lines as you whirl about behind the bar. To your surprise, Connie seems receptive this time, laughing and engaging with him instead of brushing him off like before.
Good for her—she deserves a bit of fun, especially after just saying she needed to get laid. You hope Steve has learned a thing or two from all those shoots.
Amid the chaos, you break through their flirting when Connie has to prepare another round of shots. “So, Javier quit?” you ask, the words spilling out before you can hold them back.
Steve, clearly happy as hell that his advances have finally worked, shoots you a smug grin. “Yup. Him and Robbie were arguing more and more then he pulled a you and stormed off set. It’s just him and his agent now. He isn’t signing on to just one production company anymore. Don’t be surprised if you see him sellin’ tricks on Figueroa.”
A frown tugs at your lips, the bittersweet news settling in your chest. You can’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for Javier.
“Why are you askin’? You miss him or somethin’? Thought you were still bangin’ it out with that camera guy from Malibu.” His tone is teasing, reminiscent of a little brother trying to get under your skin.
You snort, rolling your eyes and collecting the empty glasses into a plastic bin. “ I’m just surprised. This is like, his whole thing.”
He shrugs nonchalantly. “Yeah, he hasn’t been working as much. I’ve never seen the guy be this… still. Told him maybe it’s a good thing—he can finally chill the fuck out and give his dick a break.”
You can’t help but laugh, handing him another beer. “I can’t even imagine what else he’d do. Can you seriously picture Javier Peña working a 9 to 5?”
Steve grins, scratching his chin as if pondering the idea. “I dunno, he could be a good car salesman. Maybe even insurance?”
You both chuckle, but as you excuse yourself to put away the dirty dishes, your mind lingers on Javier. It’s like a weird domino effect: your departure had shaken things up, and now a small part of you feels somewhat responsible for this mess.
No, you shouldn’t feel this way. He’ll figure it out. You really shouldn’t waste this much time ‘worrying’ about him. He means nothing to you. End of story.
The rest of your shift flows smoothly, and you end up pocketing more tips than you anticipated. Even the late hour—almost four in the morning—doesn’t faze you as you and Connie finish cleaning up and closing.
“You can stay the night if you want. I’m sure you don’t want to wait for the bus this late,” you suggest, watching her mop with a satisfied smile.
“Actually…” She pauses, wringing out the mop head. Your brows raise at her tone, and she bites her lip. “My ride is waiting for me out front.”
You piece it together in an instant, halting mid-count of the twenty-dollar bills. “No way, you finally gave in to Steve!”
Connie’s face lights up with a sheepish smile. “I thought he was cute since day one. I just couldn’t let him get to me so easily. Play hard to get, you know? See if he really wanted me as badly as he said he did.”
You hum, shaking your head with a grin as you resume counting. ���Atta girl. Enjoy yourself, you deserve it.”
As you finish up, you hug Connie goodbye, watching as she excitedly jumps into Steve’s Jeep. You trudge up the creaky stairs to your place, feeling a bit lonely now.
The remnants of Frankie’s presence linger in your cramped apartment: his side of the bed still mussed, a crumpled T-shirt on the floor, and takeaway containers from earlier scattered on your small kitchen table.
With a sigh, you take off your cat ears and head straight for the shower, hoping to wash away the lingering thoughts of both Javier and Frankie before slipping into the quiet of your own bed.
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Frankie stands in your living room, his expression serious but soft, while you sit on the couch, staring up at him.
You foolishly didn’t think this would happen—at least not this soon, only two months in. His words are steady, measured, like he’s practiced this. “Elliana’s mom and I… we’re trying to work things out.”
The lump in your throat rises, but you refuse to let it crack your voice. You won’t give in to the urge to cry. It’s not like you didn’t expect this on some level—dating a man with a child meant his ex would always be in the picture. And now, she’s front and center. 
“I understand…”
He exhales deeply at seeing you like this. He sits next to you, close but not invasive, and his presence—still so familiar—only sharpens the ache. You don’t pull away, though everything inside you screams to. Even if this is the right way to end things, you have every right to feel a sting. 
You weren’t serious-serious, but you’d gotten used to him. His easy warmth, the random dates that brightened your week, the small slice of domesticity you didn’t realize you’d grown to like. And the sex… God, you’re not ready to give that up, either. 
“I didn’t mess around with her while we were together. You have to know that,” he adds, his voice low, calm, as if trying to make sure you’re not left with any doubts. He rests his hand on your knee, grounding you in the moment, though you wish he wouldn’t. 
“I know you’re not that guy, Frankie. It just sucks being broken up with,” you say, forcing a smile, lightening your tone as if to keep the tears at bay.
He sighs again, his big brown eyes—those damn puppy eyes—locking onto yours. “I really enjoyed my time with you,” he says, sounding sincere. “It was great. You’re great.”
You nod, just wanting this to be over so you can sink yourself into your sheets and rot for the rest of the day. 
“Likewise, Frankie. Now go make sure your daughter’s got a stable home to grow up in.” You try to smile again, but it’s weaker this time. He can see through it, you know, but he nods anyway.
You walk him to the door, making a quick detour to your bedroom to gather the few t-shirts he’s left behind. When you hand them to him, he grins, trying to lift the mood. “So that’s where these went.”
“Yeah, I’m a bit of a t-shirt hoarder,” you joke back, your voice hollow.
He pauses at the door, his eyes lingering on you longer than you’d like.
“Take care of yourself.”
“You too, hermosa,” he replies, the affection in the word making your heart squeeze.
As soon as the door clicks shut behind him, you let yourself collapse against it, sliding down until you’re sitting on the floor, knees drawn up to your chest. The tears come silently at first, just a slow trickle, but soon they’re streaking down your cheeks as you curl into yourself.
You hate dating. You’ve always hated it. It feels like a cycle of disappointments: either you’re stuck with some dud or, worse, you find someone worth a damn, and they leave anyway. 
After crying it out for a few minutes, you force yourself to wipe away the tears. The ache in your chest lingers, but you’re determined to distract yourself, dragging your feet over to the entertainment center. Your hand glides over the familiar spines of DVDs and VHS tapes, searching for the right kind of escape, something to pair with the bottle of wine you’ll snag from downstairs.
You reach the end of the row and stop on Pretty Woman, about to pull it out, when your fingers brush against a few unmarked DVDs shoved haphazardly in the back. Curious, you pull them out, and your breath hitches.
They’re your old shoots—the first ones you ever did with Javier. The raunchy titles leap out at you, and suddenly, memories of being on set with him flood back. The chemistry, the heat, the way he looked at you when the cameras weren’t rolling.
Your pulse quickens. You should put them back. But you don’t. You weren’t prepared for this— especially not today, freshly dumped, on the verge of a sexual drought, and with your head all messed up.
Fuck it, you have nothing to lose, so you randomly pick one. Pretty Woman gets shoved aside as you clutch the DVD case, a weird thrill running through you.
As if possessed, you march to your bedside table in your bedroom, frantically rummaging for your long-neglected vibrator. It’s been gathering dust since Frankie showed up, but now… now you’re hoping, praying it still works. When you finally find it, you flip it on, and the gentle hum tells you it’s fully charged.
Thank you, past me. You have no idea how much present me needs this.
With a deep breath, you return to the living room and pop the DVD into the player. The screen flickers to life, and you settle onto the couch, heart pounding in your chest as the film begins. 
The anticipation builds as the usual no-piracy warning flashes on the screen, followed by the production company’s intro. Finally, the familiar jazzy porn music kicks in, setting the mood for what’s to come.
You can already feel your pulse racing, knowing what’s next. This one, you remember—it was one of the first outdoor scenes you shot.
The setup was simple, classic: a woman stranded on the side of the road due to car trouble, waiting for a tow truck to save her. The main star, gorgeous as ever, is dressed provocatively in a tiny miniskirt, platform flip-flops, and a tube top that screams easy access. The camera lingers over her, capturing every curve of her body as she fakes helplessness, playing her role perfectly.
Then comes the rumble of the tow truck, and Javier steps out, looking rugged and sexy in dirty jeans and a rumpled denim shirt with a generic towing company patch stitched onto it. His presence alone is enough to make your skin prickle with heat.
“Pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be stuck out here like this,” his voice fills the room. God, you hate to admit it, but you’ve missed hearing him—his smooth tone, the way he used to make every line sound like a promise.
Maybe it’s the leftover emotion from Frankie’s breakup that’s doing this to you, making you feel too much.
“Thank goodness you’re here to help me out. I just... I don’t have any money on me right now to pay for it,” the woman pouts, lips glossy, eyes fluttering up at him like she’s the most innocent thing alive.
Javier cocks his head, eyes traveling over her like she’s a piece of candy. “Don’t worry,” he says, that signature smirk appearing on his face. “I think we can figure something out.”
And just like that, they’re fucking. Raw, desperate sex. He has her spread out on the hood of the car, and her tits bounce with every hard thrust. Javier holds her legs wide open, his rough hands gripping her thighs as he slams into her.
The scene is pure, animalistic lust, and it has your head spinning.
A whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it. Your moans mix with theirs from the TV, and the steady buzz of your vibrator pulses deep inside you. You match the rhythm of Javier’s thrusts, watching as he pistons his cock in and out of her, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling your living room.
You remember that day on set vividly. You’d been sick, your body still sore from the remnants of a cold, and you’d been eager to get it over with so you could go home and collapse into a warm bowl of pho.
But now, watching the scene play out in front of you, it’s like you’re seeing it for the first time—every detail heightened, every movement burned into your mind.
Javier’s fingers dig into her skin as he holds her in place, his hips grinding into her with force. Her face twists in bliss, and you can’t help but imagine what that must feel like, that deep, toe-curling sensation as he hits just the right spot. You let out another moan, the vibrator buzzing relentlessly as you try to keep up with the scene, your hips rocking in time with theirs.
When he leans down, wrapping his lips around her nipple, it’s like you can feel the phantom of his mouth on your own skin. You bring a hand up to your chest, pinching and twisting your nipple, slicking your fingers with spit to heighten the sensation. It’s almost too much, but you can’t stop yourself.
Your breathing quickens as you turn up the setting on the vibrator, the pleasure building, your back bending off the couch. You close your eyes and let your imagination take over, the image of Javier on top of you searing into your mind—his body, hot and heavy, pressing against yours, his teeth grazing your neck, his hands everywhere at once. You can feel him, hear the grunts and groans from the screen, but in your mind, it’s all for you.
“Nena, look at you,” Javier’s voice murmurs, low and rough in your mind, as he hitches your leg higher around his waist, his words melting into your skin like liquid heat. “Told you you’d look so beautiful spread out like this, taking my cock so well.”
A sharp gasp escapes you, your breath catching in your throat as your pussy clenches tightly around the vibrator, which suddenly feels less like a toy and more like him—big, thick, and filling you completely. You can almost feel the weight of him pressing against you, the way his cock would stretch you just right. Your lips part, another whimper escaping as the scene in your head becomes even more vivid.
“And those noises you’re making?” His voice, rich and dripping with desire, keeps echoing through your thoughts. “Baby, you drive me fucking,” his hips snap forward in your imagination, rough and unrelenting, “crazy,” another thrust sending a shockwave of pleasure through you. Your neck arches back, exposing your throat like you’re inviting him to claim you, his mouth finding the sensitive skin behind your ear, marking you, biting you. His lips would feel so good, so possessive, leaving trails of heat wherever they touch.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispers against your skin, his breath hot in your ear. “Even after not seeing your pretty face for two months, all I see when I close my eyes is you.”
His teeth graze your earlobe, and it sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. Your hand moves from your breast down to your clit, fingers rubbing the tender nub with an urgency you can’t hold back any longer. You’re so close, so fucking close. 
“Oh, J-Javi,” you cry out, your voice breaking. “Fuck, I’m gonna—”
The orgasm slams into you, cutting off your words, drowning your thoughts in white-hot pleasure. Your body spasms uncontrollably, juices dripping down as your vibrator hums between your legs. You’re shaking, utterly spent, your breath ragged, skin on fire.
“Good girl, nenita,” his voice purrs, the Spanish rolling off his tongue like honey. “Mira que belleza. It’s okay, I got you.”
It takes a moment for reality to snap back into place, the haze of pleasure lifting just enough for you to realize that he didn’t say it at all. It was the Javier on the screen, whispering sweet praise to the actress as he fucked her.
You lay there, boneless, too tired to care as the movie continues to play. But something feels off now, a strange sense of emptiness replacing the satisfaction you usually feel.
You pull the vibrator from between your legs, the wetness from your climax glistening on it as you flick the switch off and toss it carelessly onto the coffee table. You’ll clean it later.
Your body slumps against the cushions, head falling into your hands. “What the fuck did you just do?” You whisper to yourself.
Watching porn to get off? That’s normal, right? It’s what it’s made for. Lots of people do it. So why do you feel so… guilty? Is it because it was Javier? Of course it is. No matter how hard you try to push him out of your mind, he always finds a way back in—whether he’s there in front of you, or haunting you in the fantasies, you can’t seem to put him to rest.
And the timing? Not even an hour after being broken up with, and already you’ve let him worm his way back into your head, back into your body. It’s like he’s got you tangled up, literally and figuratively, even when he’s not here.
Unable to take any more of their exaggerated moans and whimpers, you reach for the remote and switch off the TV, the screen going dark as you eject the disc and shove it back into its case. You finally grab Pretty Woman, tossing it into the player without much thought, your head still spinning.
It’s only then that you remember the wine, the one thing that might actually help clear your head. You stand, sluggish and sore, pulling your clothes back on and heading downstairs to fetch that much-needed bottle, your thoughts still racing, still trying to untangle the mess that is Javier Peña lodged firmly in your mind.
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“Just know, I didn’t plan this.”
Steve’s words make you squint in suspicion as he slides onto the barstool next to you, his usual spot. You’re about to ask what he means when your heart plummets—there he is. The familiar broad frame of the handsome man you’ve been trying—and failing—to scrub from your mind ever since your breakup two weeks ago. Hell, before then too.
“What’s he doing here?” you hiss, shooting Steve a glare so sharp it could cut glass.
“He caught me off guard, okay? Basically invited himself. Don’t make it weird,” he mutters, clearly trying to avoid your wrath.
You bite down hard on your tongue, trying to keep your frustration in check. But then your gaze collides with Javier’s, and it feels like the wind has been knocked out of you.
Those deep brown eyes, glinting beneath the dim lighting, pin you in place, stirring up everything you’ve been trying to bury. It’s infuriating how he seems even more attractive than the last time you saw him, like life just decided to up the ante on making him impossible to forget.
Clearing your throat, you force yourself to look away, frantically trying to busy your hands. Anything to keep from talking to him. But it’s hard to focus when every cell in your body is hyper-aware of his presence just a few feet away.
“I’m going on break!” Connie’s chirpy voice feels like nails on a chalkboard, and you don’t miss the way she winks at Steve before grabbing his arm and leading him to the back.
Ah, so that’s why he’s here earlier than usual. 
“Thirty minutes!” You shout after her, but your heart’s not in it. You’re too preoccupied with the fact that you’re now alone at the bar with Javier and a few of the happy hour regulars.
He leans forward on his elbows, casual but impossibly magnetic in a jean jacket and a cream-colored shirt. His sunglasses hang from the unbuttoned portion near his collarbones, and you can smell that familiar scent of cigarette smoke and cologne that’s been seared into your memory. “So this is the illustrious Lucky’s,” he says, his deep voice wrapping around you like a slow burn.
“The one and only,” you manage to reply, keeping your tone clipped.
“Been doin’ okay?”
“I’ve been managing.” Your words come out a little too quick, a little too defensive, but you can’t help it. 
He tilts his head, his gaze steady. “Still seeing that guy?”
There’s an unmistakable tinge of jealousy laced in his voice, and your heart skips a beat. You meet his eyes for a moment before going back to drying the cheap chalices your boss insisted on for an upcoming theme night.
“That guy has a name,” you correct him coolly. “But no. That ship sailed two weeks ago.”
A low hum escapes his throat, and he drums his fingers lightly against the countertop. “A shame.”
“Can I get you anything?” You ask, a little too forcefully. The question feels like a challenge, and from the way his eyes glint, you know he feels it too.
He lets the tension simmer between you for a moment before finally answering, “Just a Corona.”
“Lime?” 
“Of course, nena.”
That fucking term of endearment hits you like a punch to the gut. It’s what he’s always called you, ever since the very first time you met. And damn it, it’s the same name he whispers in your ear when you imagine him thrusting balls deep inside you, filling you with every inch of his cock.
Your breath hitches before you can stop it, the heat rising in your cheeks as you fumble for a lime. You slice it, hands shaking ever so slightly as you wedge it into the bottle, sliding it across the bar to him.
He doesn’t say anything, just watches you, his gaze burning with the unspoken tension that always builds when you’re around each other.
You can feel it too—the weight of all the unsaid things hanging in the air. All the desire. All the frustration.
He thanks you softly. “So, Steve finally got himself a girl.” He tries to continue the mundane conversation, amused as he leans in, a small smirk playing on his lips.
You try not to notice the way his neck muscles work when he takes a sip of his beer, but it’s impossible not to. You hate the way your body responds, the small flutter in your stomach that you wish would just stop.
“Yeah, he’s been chasing her for months, and she finally gave in. Probably the best thing that could’ve happened for both of them.”
A patron calls for your attention, and you gladly take the opportunity to escape the moment, throwing yourself into mixing a drink with practiced ease. But even as you pour and stir, you feel his eyes on you.
“You look happier here.” His voice breaks the silence when you return, the words almost lazy as he takes another sip of his beer.
“Fake happiness. It’s what gets the tips.”
“Okay, yeah, sure,” he says, leaning in a little, eyes narrowing. “But the way you’re moving back there—you know what you’re doing. I don’t think I ever saw you crack a single smile while we were on set.”
“I did,” you shoot back, feeling your pulse quicken. “Just none of them were directed at you.” The animosity in your tone surprises even you, and you catch the way his brow furrows, a flash of hurt crossing his face.
You quickly smooth it over with a smirk. “Besides, not much to smile about when people are getting fucked stupid in front of a camera.”
“Back to the familiar song and dance, huh?” His voice is steady, but there’s a sharpness beneath the surface.
You scoff, shaking your head as you wipe your hands on your apron. “What are you doing here, Javier?” This time, the question comes out more straight to the point.
He looks at you for a beat, partially confused, “Drinking a beer…”
“At this specific bar, where I’ve worked for two years and you’ve never once showed up until today. Why?” 
For a moment, the two of you stare at each other, locked in a silent standoff. He’s reading you just as you’re trying to read him, both of you too proud—or too scared—to make the next move. Finally, he breaks the silence.
“You want the truth?”
“That’s why I asked.”
“I’ve missed you, nena.”
Your stomach drops and you force yourself to keep your face neutral, but it’s hard. “I regret asking,” you mutter, glancing at your watch. Connie has fifteen minutes left on her break, then you’re done for the night. You’ll be free—at least from the bar, if not from the weight of this conversation.
“Ever since you left,” he continues, not giving you the out you desperately want, “I’ve been trying to figure out why you’re so standoffish. You say it’s because you don’t like me, but I just don’t think that’s true.”
“Well,” you bite out, “assuming has never gotten you anywhere worth being at, right?”
He rubs a hand over his mustache. He’s thinking, trying to find the right words.
“Right,” he finally agrees, tone softer now, more thoughtful. “Listen, I’ve never been good at the whole… talking thing. It’s been my downfall for as long as I can remember.”
Despite yourself, you give him a look that encourages him to keep going.
“And the shit between us? It’s weird. I’d like to move on, but I can’t. You’ve somehow managed to get into every fucking corner of my mind, and no matter what I do, I can’t shake you. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
You suck in a sharp breath, your fingers gripping the wooden countertop. His words hit too close to home because they echo the feelings you’ve been wrestling with since you walked away from him.
Do you admit it? Do you tell him that he’s been haunting your thoughts just as much? Or do you keep it all locked up, close to your chest, where it’s safe and won’t blow up in your face later?
“What do you really want, Javier?” You don’t have time for games, and if he’s here to throw another curveball into your life, you’d rather snip it before it gets any worse.
He pauses, running a hand through his hair, then looks back at you with an expression you haven’t seen in a while—one that’s sincere. “I just want a moment to talk to you,” he says softly. “No bullshit this time. Just you and me.”
You wrestle with yourself, unsure if you want to give in. You’ve heard him talk like this before, but something feels different. He seems like he’s laying all his cards out, but you’ve been hurt enough to know better than to let your guard down too quickly.
Your eyes flick to the clock on the wall, counting the minutes until your shift ends. You chew on your lip, deliberating with yourself, feeling the weight of his gaze on you as you try to make a decision.
Finally, after a beat, you let out a long breath and nod. “I’m off in twenty minutes,” you say, voice steady. “We can talk at my place, but this is the last time we have this conversation, Javier. No more of this back and forth.”
His face lights up, unmistakably relieved, and for a second, you see that glimmer of hope in his eyes. He sits a little taller, less tense, and his smile is soft but genuine. “Thank you,” he says, almost under his breath, like he wasn’t sure you’d agree. “I parked a few blocks down. I can come get you—”
You cut him off, pointing upward. “I live upstairs.”
Javier blinks, then chuckles, the tension between you easing slightly with that simple realization. “Oh,” he says, a little sheepish. “Okay.” For some reason, that small exchange makes both of you laugh—genuine, real laughter, the kind you haven’t shared in a while. It’s a brief moment of lightness before the weight of everything settles back in.
But before either of you can say more, you’re pulled back to the present as the place picks up with a small rush. The door swings open, and a few regulars take their usual spots, dragging you back into your role behind the bar. Javier moves out of the way, leaning back against his stool, watching you as you work.
It doesn’t take long for Connie to return, looking slightly disheveled, her cheeks flushed from whatever she and Steve were up to in the back. You raise an eyebrow, giving her a teasing smirk as she approaches. “Thirty minutes, huh? You sure you didn’t need forty?” You quip, poking fun at her the same way she did to you on Halloween night.
She narrows her eyes at you, but there’s a playful glint in them. “Shut up,” she mutters, straightening her apron. “You know I could’ve dragged it out longer if I wanted.”
You shake your head, chuckling as you hand over the bar to the guy coming in to replace you. Your shift is finally over, and you can feel the tension easing from your shoulders. With one last glance at the clock, you turn toward Javier, who’s still waiting, watching you with that familiar intensity.
“Ready?” you ask, your voice more casual than you feel.
He nods, pushing off the counter to follow you out. Thankfully, Steve had left, but as you pass Connie, you don’t miss the way her eyes widen when she sees the sexy guy trailing behind you. She gives you a look—half amused, half impressed—and you can practically hear her thoughts.
You give her a small wave, shrugging off her knowing smirk as you push through the door, stepping out into the cool evening air.
He follows behind you silently as you climb the narrow staircase to your apartment, the low hum of the bar fading with each step. You can feel his presence like a warm current, that quiet intensity that always seems to wrap around you when he’s near. The proximity makes you hyper-aware of every sound—the creak of the steps beneath your feet, the soft rustle of his jacket as he moves, his shaky breaths from his lungs working overtime due to his constant smoking.
When you finally reach the top and push the door open, you step aside to let him in. He takes a slow look around, his eyes sweeping over the small but cozy space. Despite its shabby appearance—the chipped paint on the walls, the secondhand furniture—it’s undeniably yours.
The throw blankets on the couch, the mismatched mugs on the kitchen counter, the books scattered about. It’s lived-in and comfortable, and you catch the way Javier’s lips twitch in what might be a smile as he takes it all in.
“Okay,” you say, arms crossing as you stand by the kitchenette, keeping a reasonable distance between you. “What now? We’re here. It’s just me and you. What do you have to say to me?”
He hesitates for a moment, running a hand through his hair like he’s bracing himself. Then, he just… spills his guts. “I want you to give me one chance. Just one date,” he says, the words tumbling out faster than you expect. “I know I’ve screwed up before, and I know I’ve been cocky, but… I like you. Like, really like you. More than I’ve let on.”
You blink quickly. You weren’t expecting this—certainly not Javier Peña, of all people, to stand in your apartment and confess to having a legitimate crush on you. “No way,” you mutter, in time with your thoughts, a nervous giggle escaping before you can stop it.
It sounds ridiculous in your head, and even more absurd out loud. He likes you? He doesn’t even know you!
His frown deepens, his jaw tightening as if your reaction stings. “I’m serious,” he’s insistent, his dark eyes locking with yours.
You shake your head, still struggling to process this. “You just got tired of screwing around with all the pretty stars, so now you’re going after someone different. Trying a new flavor of the month by chasing after a girl on the crew.”
“Technically, you’re not on the crew anymore—” he starts, but cuts himself off when he sees the daggers you’re sending him.
He steps a little closer, his tone quieter but more earnest. “You told me earlier that assuming has never gotten me anywhere worth being at. So take your own advice, nena, and stop assuming I’m chasing after you for all the wrong reasons.”
There’s no trace of his usual bravado, no cocky grin or smooth line to disarm you. Just sincerity. And it’s that, more than anything, that makes you pause. For real this time.
“So I’m not just someone to scratch off your list?” You ask, daring him to lie.  
“Wha— no.”
“You really mean it?”  
“Do I need to get on my knees to convince you I’m serious?”  
“That’d be the least serious thing you could do.”  
His mouth twitches up into a half smirk. “So? Will you let me take you out?”
This feels like if you so much as blink, the moment will dissolve—nothing but smoke and mirrors. 
“Okay,” you breathe. “But if it doesn’t work out… then that’s it. You don’t come around here again. You leave me alone. For good.”  
His eyes narrow, but he nods, accepting the ultimatum.  
“Fair enough.” His voice dips into something dark and velvety, a timbre that’s all too familiar. It’s the same voice you’ve heard behind the camera, in the tape that you got yourself off to—low, coaxing, a caress in itself. And damn him, it’s working on you again. “I promise, you won’t regret it.”  
“When?” You ask him.
“You’re the one who works weekends. You tell me.”
“Next Saturday?” You offer, trying to sound casual.
“It’s a date.”  
A flutter of nerves skitters through your chest and you almost laugh again, so giddy, but you clamp down on it.
“Alright... I’ll walk you out.” Your voice sounds awkward to your own ears, but your feet stay rooted to the spot. So does he.  
His gaze sharpens. “You know,” he starts, rubbing his jaw in that infuriatingly familiar way, “Robbie kept saying you ‘broke’ me after that Malibu shoot with Mariella.” He air quotes broke and your expression turns confused.
“Well… he’s an idiot.”  
“He’s not wrong, though,” Javi murmurs, stepping closer, the space between you vanishing.  
Your breath hitches. “Javi…” you warn, but it sounds weak—like a plea dressed as a protest.  
“You were right.” His voice dips again, softer now, but no less dangerous. “Sleeping with barely-legal girls felt... wrong. The whole scene was just fucked. It took me too long to realize it.” He leans in, his breath warm against your skin. “But that’s not what broke me.”  
Your pulse stutters. “Then what?”  
“You,” he whispers, moving closer, until the heat of his body presses against yours. “Your voice. Your eyes.” His gaze dips to your mouth, and your knees threaten to give out. “Those soft lips you won’t let me kiss absolutely fucking broke me.”
Your lower back presses hard against the counter, pinned by the sheer gravity of him closing in. His scent is dizzying.  
Your nipples harden, tightening with each shallow breath you take, the heat between you wrapping around your body like a fever. Now that you’ve stopped fighting it, the tide of lust pulls you under, dragging you into the undertow.
He can’t just say these things to you and expect you to remain sane. Especially not after all your wet dreams he’s been the star of.
“The others don’t do it for me anymore and I’m not popping a pill to get fuckin’ hard.” He cages you in, planting both hands on the counter at your sides. His arms flex, his body crowding yours, then he leans in, his nose brushing the tip of yours in the kind of touch that feels both too soft and too intimate.
“Just standing here with you…” His hips roll forward, pressing against you. The solid ridge of his cock rubs against your stomach through his jeans, and the friction sends a jolt of electricity straight to your core.
You gasp, lips parting as you go weak.
“Oh…” you breathe, shakily, your voice barely more than a whimper. You bite down on your bottom lip, trying to keep some semblance of control, but his gaze locks onto the movement.
“I want to take care of you, nena. Por favor.” His voice drips with need, every word laced with intent. “Let me make you feel good again. I need to make you feel good.”
Memories flash like lightning—the way his mouth felt between your thighs and how it left such an impression that you quit your fucking job (okay maybe not because of that necessarily but it was a butterfly effect)
“Javi…” Your voice is a strained warning, as you press your hand to his shoulder, ready to push him back if you needed to throw some metaphorical ice on this heated moment to chill both of you the fuck out. “I’m not going to fuck you right now.”
“I’m not asking you to…” His hand comes up to take yours at his shoulder into his, bringing it up to his lips to give it a gentle kiss.
God, you just about come right then and there.
“You want to go down on me again?”
He groans, his mouth grazing your knuckles as if tasting you again. “I’ll always want that. Always.” His voice is strained. “But tonight, pretty girl, I just—fuck—I need to feel you.”
“But you just said—”
“I know baby,” he cradles your face and you let him, horny out of your mind and absolutely under his spell. “Just let me put the tip in.”
“What?” You ask, moving back from him to stare up into his eyes.
“The head of my cock. Let me put it in and feel how wet and warm you are.” 
Your thighs clench instinctively, the ache between them growing unbearable. Images of his cock flood your mind—thick, veined, and heavy, flashing like a montage you can’t shake.
The thought of him, so close, pressing inside just enough to tease, makes your breath catch in your throat.
“I-I’ve never done that before... isn’t that—” You shake your head, struggling to wrap your mind around the idea.
“It’ll feel so good, I promise. If you don’t like it I’ll pull out and leave.”
His eyes still hold that sincerity from before, and it tugs at your heart, which has moved its pulse downstairs at the thought of feeling just a little bit of him.
It’s intoxicating, giving you the power to decide just how much of him you’ll take. How deep he’ll bury himself. How much you’ll let him fuck into you. 
A moan slips from your lips, unbidden, and his eyes darken, his jaw tightening at the sound. He’s holding back, but barely—waiting, craving, needing your consent like it’s the only thing tethering him to reality.
“Fuck,” you whisper, already lost. “Whatever, just do it. Do it before I change my mind.”
You squeal as he spins you around, your hands coming up to steady yourself against the counter.
You went out and bought a mini denim skirt after seeing it on the pornstar he fucked in the tow truck scene because you thought it was cute, and now you’re sort of living out that fantasy here with him as he pushes it up high on your hips, exposing your very lackluster underwear.
“Damn…” His hands are all over you, kneading your ass, the rough squeeze of his palms making you whine, back arching instinctively for more. “These are hot as fuck.”
Your cheeks heat up, because no way he thinks your mauve colored hipsters are hot.
He hooks his fingers under the waistband and drags them down your legs, letting them pool at your ankles. You step out of them, still in your sneakers, feeling utterly exposed. But the way he looks at you makes you feel desired.
With a firm hand, he presses against the small of your back, coaxing you into a deeper arch. His hands glide down your thighs, strong fingers gripping where your knee bends, lifting your leg and placing it on the counter. The shift spreads you open for him, your slick, swollen folds glistening in the dim light.
“Fuck...” His voice is pure gravel, rough with need, as he drinks in the sight of you. And then he drops to his knees, right behind you, and buries his face between your legs.
“Oh my—fuck!” you cry, jerking forward against the counter, totally unprepared for the onslaught of his tongue.
He doesn’t hold back—doesn’t ease you into it—just dives in like a man possessed, his mouth working you over with fervor. The obscene sounds of his tongue dragging through your wetness and the desperate groans vibrating from his throat make your head spin. You’re shaking, trying to catch your breath, but it’s useless with the way he devours you.
He licks every inch of your pussy, his tongue flat and broad one second, sharp and focused the next, flicking across your clit with precision. When he sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth, the wet suction sends sparks shooting through your body.
Your forehead thuds against the cabinet in front of you as you babble out his name in breathless, broken curses, pleasure building in tight, pulsing waves. Your legs tremble under his relentless attention, and it feels like he’s not just eating you out—he’s worshiping you, savoring every moment like a man starved.
“Javi—oh my—fuck!” You can barely string two words together, the intensity of it dragging you closer and closer to the edge.
His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he buries his face deeper, groaning like he can’t get enough of you. And god dammit, you love it. You love the way he’s lost in you, the way his tongue moves like he knows exactly how to pull you apart. It’s filthy, messy, perfect.
He pulls back after a few minutes, reluctantly breaking away from the warmth of you, even though every fiber in his body begs him to stay—tongue, nose, and fingers lost in your sweetness for hours, watching you unravel again and again. He forces himself to move, savoring the way your breath stutters in frustration at the loss.  
The soft metallic clink of his belt buckle being undone makes your heart race, and your pussy clenches reflexively, aching to be filled.  
“Mmm, she’s ready for me, isn’t she?” He’s so smug, watching the way your cunt flutters at the mere thought of his cock sliding inside you. Even just the tip.  
You don’t answer—you can’t answer. The anticipation has stolen every word, every coherent thought from your brain. All you hear is the pounding rush of blood in your ears.
Javier steps in closer, the heat of his body pressing against your back. His hand snakes around you, rough fingers brushing your chin before hovering just beneath your lips.  
“Spit,” he commands, his tone low and firm.  
Like the desperate thing you are, you part your lips without hesitation, letting a hot thread of saliva drip into his waiting palm.  
A deep, approving grunt rumbles from his chest. “Good girl.”  
Your cheeks burn at the praise, and you clench again as he takes your offering, wrapping his wet palm around the thick length of his cock. He strokes himself slowly, hissing through his teeth, the slick sound of his fist dragging over his shaft making your breath hitch.  
Then, without warning, you feel the velvety head of his cock glide through the slick folds of your cunt.  
Both of you shudder—your soft whimper mingling with his guttural groan.  
He drags the swollen tip along your slit, gathering your arousal, and when he nudges it against your throbbing clit, your hips jerk instinctively.  
“Relax, bella,” he warns, his hand tightening on your waist to steady you. “Unless you want me to bust my load all over this pretty clit right now.”  
That filthy mouth of his makes you want to slap him—and kiss him—until you both can’t breathe.  
He keeps teasing you both, swirling the sensitive head over your clit again, tapping it lightly against the swollen bundle of nerves. Your thighs tremble with need, and your pussy clenches again, desperate to take him inside.  
“Fuck,” he groans, his voice gravelly with restraint as he lines himself up with your entrance. “So fucking wet…”  
He tilts his hips just enough to press the head of his cock against your dripping hole, and you gasp, your body instinctively arching toward him.  
“¿Lista?” he whispers, his voice softer now, more intimate. He leans in, pressing his lips to the crook of your neck, trailing gentle kisses over your skin between ragged breaths.  
You nod frantically, not trusting your voice to form words.  
Then, slowly—achingly slow—he pushes the tip inside.  
“That’s it, pretty girl,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear.  
A sharp, breathless moan escapes you as he stretches you open, your cunt greedily sucking him in. The sensation is electric, overwhelming—just enough to tease, just enough to leave you craving more.
Your mouth falls open in a silent scream. Why the fuck does this feel so good?
Javier groans, forehead pressed to your shoulder, his cock twitching inside you as he fights to keep from plunging deeper. “Puta madre nenita, this pussy esta tan rica.” 
He stills, savoring the way your tight heat wraps around just the tip of him. His blunt fingernails dig into the skin of your hips as he struggles to keep his hips from moving.
But you can’t help it. Your hips move on their own, rolling back just enough to take more of him inside, the smooth slide of his length sending sparks through your body. A whimper slips from your lips as your walls clench around what little of him you have, the stretch so good it has your eyes fluttering shut, your head tipping forward.
“Don’t. Fucking. Move,” he growls, low and dangerous, and the sound of it shoots straight to your cunt.
You whine softly, biting your lip, as he drags the inches you stole back out, leaving just the swollen head nestled at your entrance. The tease is unbearable, like dangling water in front of someone dying of thirst.
“Javi, I can’t help it,” you moan, the frustration bubbling over into a pout. Your hand drifts down between your thighs, fingers brushing your slick, needy clit. You need something—anything—to relieve the pressure.
His hand is lightning fast, grabbing your wrist and yanking it back to the counter. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He sounds almost offended.
“I need to feel something,” you whimper, shifting your hips desperately against him.
He clicks his tongue, as if scolding you, his lips brushing your ear. “You’re already feeling the head of this cock, aren’t you? And you’re still being greedy, trying to touch this pretty little pussy after I told you I’d take care of you.”
His hand slides from your waist, gliding lower, fingers hovering just above where you need him most. The promise of his touch makes your thighs quiver, and you let out a desperate little whine, arching your back in a silent plea.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands, his voice low and rough, thick with control barely held in check.
You know exactly what he looks like—jaw tight, eyes burning with hunger, teeth gritted as he holds back from sinking all the way into you. And it makes you ache even more.
“Touch me, Javi, please,” you beg, your voice a breathy, needy little mewl. You throw your head back against his shoulder, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, batting your lashes shamelessly.
A low, satisfied hum vibrates from his chest, and his fingers finally press against your slick, swollen folds. He groans softly as he feels how you’re stretching around the head of his cock, his fingertips tracing the puffy lips before circling lazily over your throbbing clit.
“Ohhh, just like that,” you moan, the sound slipping from you naturally, raw and unfiltered—nothing like the exaggerated performances he’s used to. This is real, and it only makes him harder.
“Fuck me,” he mutters, his breath hot against your neck, “I can’t wait to ruin this pussy, nenita. Gonna make you feel better than any malparido before me.”
His fingers keep working your clit, slow and steady, each stroke dragging you closer to madness. Your hips start to grind against his hand and the blunt head of his cock, desperate for more, for everything.
And the way he’s talking—like you’re his to wreck, his to please—makes you feel like you’ll lose your mind.
You suck in a sharp breath, feeling the jealousy dancing on his fingertips as he works your clit faster, his movements switching between precision and wild hunger.
He rolls the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it just hard enough to make you gasp. Then, his touch softens—soothing circles, spreading your slick everywhere—before he tugs at your swollen nub, sending shocks of pleasure deep into your core, like fireworks are exploding down there.
“Tell me,” he growls, voice rough with possessiveness. “Did he fuck you good?”
The blunt tip of his cock stays snug at your entrance, and every pinch, every flick of his fingers makes your walls clench greedily around it, desperate for more.
“W-Who?” you whimper, genuinely lost in the haze of his touch. Your mind has melted, everything but the sensations he’s feeding you slipping away like vapor.
That answer pleases him—makes something wicked curl in his chest. His grin presses against your neck, and the wet heat of his tongue drags a slow, deliberate stripe along your skin. Then, he bites down, sucking hard, marking you in that one spot you’ve only ever dreamt of him nipping at.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he murmurs, voice dripping with satisfaction.
Your hand finds his hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands, tugging hard enough to make him groan against your neck. The heat swirling in your belly tightens to a near-breaking point, your orgasm creeping up on you with every flick of his relentless fingers.
“Javi—fuck—I’m gonna cum,” you pant, voice breaking, sounding needy and pitiful.
“I know, baby,” he rasps. “I can feel her gettin’ all tight and messy for me. C’mon, nena, let it happen. I’ve got you.”
He keeps his pace steady—no sudden changes, no wild moves—just the same focused rhythm he’s built up, making your nerves sing, each flick and stroke a perfectly calibrated promise of release.
Your body responds like it always does for him: beautifully. His name falls from your lips like a sweet song. Your hips grind instinctively, chasing the steady friction of his slick fingers.
“More, Javi—oh, please—more,” you gasp, knowing exactly what you need, what only he can give you. You’re ready for him to shove deep inside, to fill you, stretch you, ruin you with the thick cock still teasing your entrance.
If you had said this maybe five minutes ago, he would have obliged, but he’s got a point to prove now. And that point is restraint—his self control.
“Not tonight, pretty girl,” he murmurs darkly, laden with lust and dominance. “You’re gonna come just like this.”
Then, without warning, his hand shifts, and he slaps your pussy—once, twice, three times. The sound is wet and obscene, and the sharp sting sends a shockwave straight to your core.
That’s what breaks you. Your orgasm crashes over you like a violent, unstoppable wave, ripping through your body with terrifying force.
“Fuck—Javi!” you scream, your walls fluttering and pulsing wildly around the head of his cock, soaking his hand in your release as your legs threaten to give out beneath you.
He groans, watching you unravel for him, every twitch and spasm feeding his ego. His fingers don’t stop—stroking you through the aftershocks, coaxing every last drop of pleasure from your trembling body.
Your vision swims, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the euphoria leaves you floating, weightless. And even though he hasn’t buried himself inside you like you wanted, somehow, this feels even more intimate—like he’s branded himself into you without needing to fuck you at all.
The way your pussy grips him sends a shudder down his spine, and with a strangled curse, his balls tighten, his climax hot on the heels of yours. 
“Fuck—” he groans, yanking his cock out just in time, the thick spurts of his cum painting your slick, swollen pussy, making a filthy mess.
Both of you pant, trying to catch your breath, the room heavy with the scent of sex. A sharp hiss escapes your lips as his fingers slide lazily through your soaked folds, mixing the remnants of both your pleasure. When he gathers the sticky blend on his fingers and brings them to your mouth, the hunger in his gaze makes your heart race.  
“Have a taste, baby.”
Without hesitation, you part your lips, taking his fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them with obscene enthusiasm. You moan at the heady, salty taste—like liquid sin on your tongue. It’s addictive, and you suck greedily until his fingers are spotless, releasing them with a wet pop that makes his eyes darken further.  
You glance up at him over your shoulder, lips slightly swollen from your efforts. 
“You okay?” he asks, his tone soft.
You nod, still dazed, your pulse thrumming beneath your skin. “Better than okay. That was... wow.”  
His soft grin blooms into a cocky smirk, and he helps clean you up before gently moving your leg off the counter. As he tucks himself back into his jeans, you adjust your skirt, smoothing it down with shaky hands.  
“Where are my panties?” you ask, glancing around, still floating in the afterglow.  
He reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling them out with a sly grin. “Oh, these?”  
You reach for them, but he swiftly lifts them out of reach.  
“I think I’ll hold onto them.”  
Heat rises to your cheeks as you narrow your eyes at him, but the lazy, satisfied smile on your lips betrays your mock indignation. “Why? Perv.”  
His grin widens, unabashed. “A little memento… to remind me of this. I’ll give them back next Saturday.” He slips them back into his pocket.
You roll your eyes, too blissed out to care. “I can’t believe we just did that.”  
He steps closer, wrapping his arms around you, the warmth of his embrace catching you off guard. After all the resistance you’ve given him, letting him hold you like this feels foreign.
“Told you it’d feel good,” he murmurs smugly, his lips brushing your temple. “Didn’t think you’d be the one to cave first and beg for the whole thing, though.”  
You scoff, giving his hip a playful pinch. “I got caught up in the heat of the moment, okay? You might’ve scored a date and... a semi-fuck, but I’m still sticking to those boundaries. For now.”  
“Does that mean I still can’t kiss you?”  
Oh, hell. He’s already been inside you—well, kind of. What’s one little kiss? But no. You’re trying to make a point here.  
“Nope,” you reply, stopping him with a finger pressed lightly against his lips just as he leans in. “Not until you buy me dinner first.”  
His smirk deepens, and instead of protesting, he kisses the tip of your finger. 
“Deal.”
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elenavr13 · 1 year ago
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Darkiplier/Damien Playlist (Updated)
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Evermore- Dan Stevens
Everybody Wants To Tule the World- Lorde
Control- Halsey
Gasoline- Halsey
Dynasty- MIIA
Judas- Lady Gaga
Take Me To Church- Hozier
Castle- Halsey
Sing To Me- MISSIO
Kamikazee- MISSIO
Panic Room- Au/Ra
Isolate- Sub Urban
Elastic Heart (Rock Cover)- Written by Wolves
Crossfire- Stephen
Dead!- My Chemical Romance
Stressed Out- Twenty One Pilots
Look What You Made Me Do- Taylor Swift
Smooth Criminal- Michael Jackson
The Voice of Darkiplier- Markiplier
I’ll Be Good- Jaymes Young
I Wanna Be Yours- Arctic Monkeys
Do I Wanna Know- Arctic Monkeys
In His Eyes- Jekyll & Hyde (musical)
Can You Feel My Heart- Bring Me to the Horizon
Feeling Good- Michael Buble
Can You Feel My Heart x Favorite Dress (slowed)- Miro remix
My Demons- Starset
Achilles Come Down- Gang of Youth
Monster- Skillet
What’s the Use of Feeling Blue- Caleb Hyles
Where I Want to Be- Chess in Concert
Can’t Help Falling In Love- Ice Nine Kills
The American Nightmare- Ice Nine Kills
A Grave Mistake- Ice Nine Kills
Left Behind- DAGames
Farewell II Flesh- Ice Nine Kills
Below the Surface- Griffinilla
The Wrecked and the Worried- NateWantsToBattle
You Can’t Take Me Anywhere- NateWantsToBattle
Goner- Twenty One Pilots
You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid- The Offspring
Fake You Out- Twenty One Pilots
Miss You- Corpse
Epoch- The Living Tombstone
In the End- Linkin Park
Me, Myself & Hyde- Ice Nine Kills
The World In My Hands- Ice Nine Kills
Popular Monster- Falling In Reverse
Monster- Imagine Dragons
What I Could Have Been- Sting
Hushh- AViVA
Phantom of the Opera
Darkside- NEONI
Broken- DNMO & Sub Urban
Killer In the Mirror- Set It Off
Doubt- Twenty One Pilots
I’m Not Okay- My Chemical Romance
Friends on the Other Side- Princess and the Frog
Poison- WE ARE THE FURY
Apologize- One Republic
My Lullaby (metal cover)- Jonathan Young
I See Red (slowed)- Everybody Loves an Outlaw
Tear In My Heart- Twenty One Pilots
I Hate Everything About You- Three Days Grace
F.L.Y- Ice Nine Kills
Migraine- Twenty One Pilots
Car Radio- Twenty One Pilots
Demons- MISSIO
Snakes- PVRIS & MIYAVI
Villain- KDA
Royalty- Egzod & Maestro Chives ft. Neoni
The Red Means I Love You- Madds Buckley
Loser- Neoni
Not Ready To Die- Avenged Sevenfold
I Want You- Mitski
Poltergeist- Corpse
Life Waster- Corpse
All Of Me (slowed)- John Legend
Young And Beautiful- Lana Del Rey
Dark Paradise (slowed)- Lana Del Rey
How Villains Are Made- Madalen Duke
Love and War- Fluerie
Dark Things- Adona
Wicked Game- Ursine Vulpine
Neptune- Sleeping At Last
Enemy- Tommee Profitt
Far From Home (The Raven)- Sam Tinnesz
City Of The Dead- Eurielle
Throne- Saint Mesa
Paint it, Black- Ciara cover
Man Or A Monster- Sam Tinnesz
Dark On Me- Starset
Hell’s Comin’ With Me- Poor Mans Poison
Wires- The Neighbourhood
Liquid Smooth- Mitski
Little Dark Age- MGMT
Devil In Disguise- Elvis (LLusion)
Toxic- 2WEI
Dark Room- Foreign Figures & EJ Michels
Heathens- Twenty One Pilots
Dance With The Devil- Breaking Benjamin
Black Out Days- Phantogram
Somewhere Only We Know- Keane
Monsters- Ruelle
Whispers In The Dark- Skillet
Salvaged- NateWantsToBattle
Saint Bernard- Lincoln
F*ck You- Silent Child
I Know Those Eyes/This Man Is Dead- Thomas Borchert, Brandi Burkhardt
Broken Inside- Broken Iris
Sweet Dreams- Besomorph
EVIL- AViVA
Saints- Echos
Screaming Bloody Murder- Sum 41
Dandelions (slowed)- Ruth B
Master Mirror- Ashley Serena
Everyday A Little Death- The Count of Monte Cristo
FREAK- Jordan Friction
Broken (slowed)- lovelytheband
Michelle- Sir Chloe
Like A Villain- BAD OMENS
If It’s Vengeance You Want- Unlike Pluto
Monster- Fight The Fade
Listen Before I Go- Billie Eilish
Mary On a Cross (slowed)- Ghost
R.I.F.P.- MOTHICA
Nervous- Lola Blanc
Unravel- Johnathan Young
Lost In Paradise- Evanescence
Lies- Evanescence
Haunted- Laura Les
Dread- Unlike Pluto
Monsters- Shinedown
Black Soul- Shinedown
Sorrow- Sleeping At Last
Seeing Red- Saint Chaos
Villain- Bella Poarch
Lithium- Nirvana
Smells Like Teen Spirit- Nirvana
Down With The Sickness- Disturbed
Animal I Have Become- Three Day Grace
Greed- Godsmack
One of Us is the Killer- The Dillinger Escape Plan
All The King’s Horses- Karmina
Gilded Lily- Cults
Haunted & Unwanted- NateWantsToBattle
Symbol of My Regret- NateWantsToBattle
In My Head- NateWantsToBattle
Vendetta- Unsecret & Krigare
Nothing To Me- NateWantsToBattle
Chasing Cars- Sleeping At Last
Villain- MISSIO
Used to the Darkness- Des Rocs
Unforgiven- Ghost Nation
Monster- Starset
Eight- Sleeping At Last
Already Gone- Sleeping At Last
Devilish- The Phantoms
Motherland- Reach
Falling Away From Me- Korn
Just a Man- Jorge Rivera-Herrans & EPIC Ensemble
Something Wicked- Starset
Darkness in Me- Fight The Fade
I Would Die for You- In This Moment
Eye For An Eye- Rina Sawayama
Psycho in my Head- Skillet
Done With Everything- Line So Thin
Monster- Besomorph
Twisted Games- Night Panda, Krigarè
Killer Inside of Me- Willyecho
King For A Day- Pierce The Veil ft. Kellin Quinn
someone i’m not- Layto
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foreveralwaysanauthor · 1 year ago
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Oliver's Basic Info
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Name: Oliver Chase O’Brian
Oliver's faceclaims were almost as easy as Abby's, so here we go! For the 60s, we have . For the 80s, we have River Phoenix. In the 90s, we have Johnathan Taylor Thomas. And, for the current day, we've got Jacob Tremblay.
Nicknames: Olly/Oli, Raccoon Boy (he brought home a raccoon as a kid, claiming it was a cat, and his dad let him keep it until their mom found out), and Bigfoot (for his love of cryptids)
Age: 14
Date of Birth: December 13
Zodiac: Sagittarius
Birthstone: Turquoise
Nationality: Native American, Irish, and French-Canadian
Sexuality: Gay
Birthplace: Elliot Hospital, Manchester, New Hampshire
Current Residence: Gray Road, Sanbornton, New Hampshire
Occupation: High school freshman, goalie for the high school hockey team, gaming livestreamer, and podcast creator
Talents/Skills: Researching things
Birth order: Youngest 
Siblings: Vivien (oldest) and Abigail (middle)
Parents: Damien Lucas O’Brian and Chelsea Alisha Mays
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Height: 5’8”
Race: White
Eye Color: Blue and brown hazel
Hair Color: Brown
Glasses or contact lenses: Practically blind without glasses, but usually wears contacts
Distinguishing features: Scar on his collarbone from a hockey accident, chewed-up lips, and he has a slit in his right eyebrow that he did during the pandemic and it never really grew back for some reason.
Mannerisms: Humming songs while he works, bouncing his leg almost all the time, doodling on any paper he can find, and unironic finger guns (a habit he can’t kick no matter how hard he tries).
Health: He’s fairly healthy, but he gets sick easily if he gets flu shots and he’s insanely accident-prone.
Hobbies: Ghost hunting, exploring abandoned buildings, researching UFOs/cryptids, running a weekly podcast with some of his school friends, and having crushes on cute guys he knows he has no chance with.
Greatest flaw (in their opinion): How unserious he’s perceived to be. Though Oliver does take loads of things seriously, his nonchalance, geeky interests, and overall chill demeanor make it nearly impossible for people to take him seriously. The only place where people even bother to pay him any mind is on his podcast where they can’t see him and have only his voice to rely on for information. In a way, he supposes it’s a sort of blessing in disguise; people tend to ignore him when talking about serious issues as they feel he either doesn’t care or won’t understand it. Oliver is great at acting as though he doesn’t care, but really, he’s the one paying the most attention to what’s going on.
Best quality (in their opinion): How much people trust him. The people Oliver’s closest with tend to go to him when they need help with things; whether it be in relationships, school, or even just little things. As the youngest of the family, he’s sort of brushed over in favor of the girls, but when people go to him for things, he can’t help the desire to puff out his chest and feel proud that someone is trusting him with something, even if it’s something inconsequential in the grand scheme of things.
Biggest fear: Being forgotten. Oliver knows that his sisters are destined for great things and, while he couldn’t be more proud of them, he’s worried that, once they move out, he’ll just be cast aside as the youngest, lowest-achieving of the O’Brian children. He knows their dad will be there for him regardless, but he’s already sort of pushed aside by their mom. He just worries that, once Vivien and Abby go off to college, move out, and start living life, he’ll be left behind - the overshadowed sibling who wants nothing but the best for his sisters. No matter what they do, he’ll be proud of them, and he makes sure to tell them that when he can, but he hopes they remember him from whatever spotlights they eventually find themselves in.
Hogwarts House: Gryffindor 
Favorite ice cream: Pistachio
Favorite color: Green
Favorite number: 84, his hockey number
Favorite songs: Burn the House Down by AJR, Boys Don’t Cry by The Cure, and Ride by Twenty One Pilots
A place they want to visit: Boring, Oregon
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graveyard-stray · 1 year ago
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My Writer’s info
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Got an idea for a story you wanna see? Leave it in the comments or my inbox and I might just do it!
Characters and fandoms I write for…
The Walking Dead:
Carl
Glenn
Daryl
Negan
Marvel:
Peter Parker(Tom or Andrew)
Norman Osborne
Bucky Barnes
Loki Laufeyson
DC:
The riddler (Paul Dano or Cory Michael Smith)
Oswald Cobblepot (Robin Lord Taylor)
Bruce Wayne (Christian Bale)
Johnathan Crane (Cillian Murphy)
Robin (Teen Titans)
Beast Boy (Teen titans)
Bandom:
Gerard way
Patrick Stump
Cillian Murphy:
Neil Lewis
Jackson Rippner
Thomas Shelby
Cillian Murphy (literally just
Him)
Brooklyn 99:
Jake Peralta
Harry Potter:
Harry
Ron
Fred or George
Neville
Ginny
Hermione
Draco
Lupin
Regulus
Sirius
James
Barty crouch jr.
Oliver Wood
Stranger things:
Steve Harrington
Eddie Munson
Mike Wheeler
Will Byers
Dustin Henderson
Billy Hargrove
Doctor who:
10th Doctor
11th Doctor
13th Doctor
14th doctor
Donna Noble
Star Wars:
Anakin Skywalker
Han Solo
Obi-Wan
Luke Skywalker
Kylo Ren (hate sequels, love him)
LOTR:
Pippin
Sam-Wise
Frodo
Legolas
Aragorn
The Big Bang Theory:
Leonard
Howard
What I WILL write
Angst
Fluff
Most NSFW topics (there are a few things I won’t but just send me whatever and if it’s a no I’ll ignore your ask 💀)
What I WONT write
Beastiality
Mpreg
Omegaverse
Vore
DDLG
Pet play or age play
Anal/butt stuff (sorry💀)
Definitely more but this is all I can think of rn so submit whatever
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densnake · 2 years ago
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Writing list
This is the list if characters i write for. Any characters or fandoms not listed? Ask and they might get added!
Stranger things
Steve Harrington
Billy Hargrove
Nancy Weeler
Johnathan Byers
Eddie Munson
Joyce Byers
Jim Hopper
Good Omens
Aziraphel
Crowly
Slashers
Micheal Myers (og)
Corry Cunningham
Jason Voorhees
Thomas Hewitt
Chucky
Tiffany Valentine
Stu Macher
Billy Loomis
Freddy Kruger
Brahms Heelshire
Yautja (Male and Female)
Otis Driftwood
Beastars
Anime only sorry
Legoshi
Louis
Bill
Riz
Pina
Haru
Juno
Jojos Bizarre Adventure
Anime only sorry
Johnathan Joestar
Caesar Zeppeli
Joseph Joestar (part 3 and 4)
Jotaro Joestar (all parts)
Jean Piarre Polnareff
Noriyaki Kakyoin
Muhammad Abdul
Josuke Higashikata
Yoshikage Kira
Okuyasu Ninimura
Koichi Hirose
Giorno Giovanna
Guido Mista
Leone Abbacchio
Narancia Ghirga
Bruno Bucciarati
Jolyne Cujoh
Weather Report
Narciso Ananusi
Dio Brando (all parts)
Dialtown
Oliver swift
Randy Jade
Karen Dunn (platonic only)
Jerry
Bigfoot
Phonegingi
Norm Allen
Dead By Daylight
Dwight Farfield
Claudette Morel
Jake Park
Feng Min
David king
Ace Visconti
Nancy Weeler
Steve Harrington
Leon Kennedy
Trapper
Wraith
Doctor
Shape
Huntress
Legion (all except Susie)
Ghost Face
Oni
Deathslinger
Trickster
Nemesis
Detroit Become Human
Connor
Markus
Kara
Luther
Hank
Gavin
Red Dead Redemption 2
Arthur Morgan
Dutch Van der lind
Sadie Adler
Resident Evil
Leon Kennedy
Luis Sera
Claire Redfield
Chris Redfield
Jill Valentine
Ada Wong
Carlos Oliveira
Ethan Winters
Alcina Dimitrescu
Karl Heisenberg
Stardew Valley
Sebastian
Elliot
Shane
Alex
Sam
Harvey
Abigail
Hailey
Krobus
Monster Prom
Damien LaVey
Liam De Lioncourt
Polly Geist
Scott Howll
Vera Oberlin
Miranda Vanderbilt
Calculester
Zoe
Oz
Amira
Vicky
Brian
Life Is Strange
Max Caufield
Chloe Price
Warren Graham
Nathan Prescott
Mark Jefferson
Until Dawn
Joshua Washington
Christopher Hartly
Mathew Monroe
Jessica Riley
Michael Taylor
Ashly Brown
Our Life
Cove Holden
Cliff Holden
Derek Suarez
Baxter Ward
Obey me!
Lucifer
Mammon
Leviathan
Satan
Asmodeous
Belphegor
Beelzebub
Simeon
Diavolo
Barbatos
Raphael
Thirteen
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cagliostrohq · 2 years ago
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Hi there! Is The Lost Dreamer skeleton open for applications? If so, what FCs do you see working for them? I was thinking of Chase Sui Wonders, but I’d like to see what others your members would like to see.
Yes, it is! We would adore to see The Lost Dreamer skeleton taken up! Chase Sui Wonders was actually on a few of our most wanted lists, so we see them working perfectly!!!! I could put a reserve for them if you'd like as well.^^ Just pop into our inbox either on a blog or with a password/the name of the mun you're reserving for!^^
Other FCs we see filling the role of our dreamy, amnesiac messenger include: taylor russel, cemre baysel, hande ercel, thomas weatherall, elle fanning, lizeth selene, justice smith, piploy kanyarat, chloé hayden, diego boneta, ayumi roux, greta onieogou, jan luis castellanos, amber midthunder, steven yeun, khadija red thunder, evan mock, auli'i cravalho, david tennant, ayo edebiri, lauren ridloff, charlie heaton, froy gutierezz, simone ashley, barry keoghan, johnathan daviss, winona ryder, jordan gonzalez, cha eunwoo, gigi zumbado, tanner novlan, go minsi, patricia allison, xolo mariduena, lashana lynch, quintessa swindell, anna lambe, richard harmon, michael cimino, zaria simone, bright vachirawit, henry zaga, conan gray, antonia gentry, dev patel, lorenzo zurzolo !!!
Let us know if you need more ideas! :3
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goalhofer · 7 months ago
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2023-24 Players Currently on Rosters
Prince Edward Island
Charlottetown: Ross Johnston (Anaheim) & Zack MacEwen (Ottawa)
Newfoundland
Carbonear: Dawson Mercer (New Jersey)
St. John's: Alex Newhook (Montreal)
Nova Scotia
Halifax: Morgan Barron (Winnipeg), Sidney Crosby (Pittsburgh), Alex Killorn (Anaheim), Nathan MacKinnon (Colorado) & Liam O'Brien (Arizona)
Halifax Municipality: Brad Marchand (Boston)
Yarmouth: Ryan Graves (Pittsburgh)
New Brunswick
Fredericton: Jake Allen (New Jersey)
Moncton: Calvin Pickard (Edmonton)
Saint-François: Bradly Nadeau (Carolina)
Quebec
Amos: Nicolas Roy (Vegas)
Beaconsfield: Marshall Rifai (Toronto)
Bécancour: Sam Montembeault (Montreal)
Bromont: Fréddy Gaudreau (Minnesota)
Chambly: Mathieu Joseph (Ottawa) & Raphaël Lavoie (Edmonton)
Châteauguay: Sam Laberge (New Jersey)
Kirkland: Joe Veleno (Detroit)
Laval: Simon Benoit (Toronto), Samuel Bolduc (New York Islanders), Vincent Desharnais (Edmonton) & Pierre-Olivier Joseph (Pittsburgh)
L'Islet: Xavier Bourgault (Edmonton)
Longueuil: Max Comtois (Carolina) & Anthony Mantha-Pronovost (Vegas)
Montmagny: Sammy Blais (St. Louis)
Mont-Saint-Hilaire: Louis Boileau-Domingue (New York Rangers)
Montreal: William Carrier (Vegas), Nicolas Deslauriers (Philadelphia), Julien Gauthier (New York Islanders), Kris Letang (Pittsburgh), Marco Scandella (St. Louis) & Marc-Édouard Vlasic (San José)
Notre-Dame-Des-Prairies: Anthony-John Greer (Calgary)
Pointe-Claire: Anthony Duclair (Tampa Bay) & Mike Matheson (Montreal)
Quebec: Alexandre Carrier (Nashville), Max Lajoie (Toronto), Kurtis MacDermid (New Jersey) & Jonathan Marchessault (Vegas)
Roberval: Sam Girard (Colorado)
Saguenay: Rafaël Harvey-Pinard (Montreal) & Olivier Rodrigue (Edmonton)
Saint-Eustache: Alex Lafrenière (New York Rangers)
Saint-Hyacinthe: David Savard (Montreal)
Saint-Jérôme: Jonathan Huberdeau (Calgary)
Saint-Narcisse-De-Beaurivage: Yanni Gourde (Seattle)
Sainte-Agathe-Des-Monts: Jonathan Drouin (Colorado) & Pierre-Luc Dubois (Los Angeles)
Sainte-Marie: Thomas Chabot (Ottawa)
Sherbrooke: David Perron (Detroit)
Sorel-Tracy: Anthony Beauvillier (Nashville) & Marc-André Fleury (Minnesota)
Val-d'Or: Jérémy Lauzon (Nashville)
Victoriaville: Phillip Danault (Los Angeles) & Tristan Luneau (Anaheim)
Ontario
Ajax: Michael Carcone (Arizona), Connor McMichael (Washington) & Matt Poitras (Boston)
Aurora: Morgan Frost (Philadelphia) & Robert Thomas (St. Louis)
Barrie: Brent Burns (Carolina)
Belleville: Brian Cousins (Florida)
Bowmanville: Declan Chisholm (Minnesota) & Evan Cormier (Florida)
Brampton: Sean Monahan (Winnipeg), Tyler Seguin (Dallas) & Scott Wedgewood (Dallas)
Brantford: Adam Henrique (Edmonton)
Burlington: Josh Anderson (Montreal)
Caledon: Andrew Mangiapane (Calgary), Darren Raddysh (Tampa Bay) & Taylor Raddysh (Chicago)
Center Wellington Township: Brock McGinn (Anaheim)
Central Huron: Ryan O'Reilly (Nashville)
Chatham-Kent: T.J. Brodie (Tampa Bay)
Dorchester: Boone Jenner (Columbus)
Dysart Et Al: Matt Duchene (Dallas)
East Gwillimbury: Sam Bennett (Florida)
Georgina: Joel Hanley (Calgary), Chris Tierney (New Jersey) & Sean Walker (Colorado)
Guelph: Logan Couture (San José)
Haldimand County: Cam Talbot (Los Angeles)
Halton Hills: Jason Dickinson (Chicago) & MacKenzie Entwistle (Chicago)
Hamilton: Quinton Byfield (Los Angeles), Ben Chiarot (Detroit), Mark Jankowski (Nashville), Johnathan Kovacevic (Montreal), Darnell Nurse (Edmonton), Arber Xhekaj; Jr. (Montreal) & Carter Verhaeghe (Florida)
Hearst: Claude Giroux (Ottawa)
Kingston: Tye Kartye (Seattle) & Gabe Vilardi (Winnipeg)
King Township: Adam Fantilli (Columbus) & Alex Pietrangelo (Vegas)
Kitchener: Nathan Bastian (New Jersey), Nic Hague (Vegas), Mike Hoffman (San José), Steven Lorentz (Florida), Tanner Pearson (Montreal), Mark Scheifele (Winnipeg) & Logan Stanley (Winnipeg)
London: Josh Brown (Arizona), Jacob Bryson (Buffalo), Dylan DeMelo (Winnipeg), Drew Doughty (Los Angeles), Sam Gagner (Edmonton), Bo Horvat (New York Islanders), Nazem Kadri (Calgary), Travis Konecny (Philadelphia), Nick Suzuki (Montreal) & Ryan Suzuki (Carolina)
Markham: Warren Foegele (Edmonton), Mitch Marner (Toronto), Jeff Skinner (Buffalo) & Steven Stamkos (Tampa Bay)
Milton: Michael Sgarbossa (Washington)
Mississauga: Vince Dunn (Seattle), Sean Durzi (Arizona), Robby Fabbri (Detroit), Ryan McLeod (Edmonton), Nick Paul (Tampa Bay), Owen Power (Buffalo), Dylan Strome (Washington), Ryan Strome (Anaheim) & John Tavares (Toronto)
Newmarket: Travis Dermott (Arizona)
New Tecumseh: Tyson Foerster (Philadelphia)
North Bay: Ken Appleby (New York Islanders)
North Dumfries Township: Kyle Clifford (Toronto)
Oakville: Evan Bouchard (Edmonton), Scott Laughton (Philadelphia), Spencer Martin (Carolina) & Michael Vukojevic (New Jersey)
Oshawa: Justin Danforth (Columbus)
Ottawa: Cody Ceci (Edmonton), Calvin De Haan (Tampa Bay), Erik Gudbranson (Columbus), Jean-Gabriel Pageau (New York Islanders) & MacKenzie Weegar (Calgary)
Peterborough: Barrett Hayton (Arizona) & Owen Tippett (Philadelphia)
Prescott: Ben Hutton (Vegas)
Richmond Hill: Jordan Binnington (St. Louis), Ryan Lomberg (Florida) & Connor McDavid (Edmonton)
Sault Ste. Marie: Michael Amadio (Vegas) & Colin Miller (Winnipeg)
Scugog: Ty Dellandrea (Dallas)
St. Catherines: Conor Timmins (Toronto)
Six Nations Of The Grand River: Brandon Montour (Florida)
Stratford: Jared McCann (Seattle)
Strathroy-Caradoc: Lawson Crouse (Arizona)
Sudbury: Tyler Bertuzzi (Toronto) & Brendan Gaunce (Columbus)
Tecumseh: Jack Studnicka (San José)
Temiskaming Shores: Justin Brazeau (Boston) & Corey Perry (Edmonton)
Thunder Bay: Mackenzie Blackwood (San José), Robert Bortuzzo (New York Islanders), Matt Murray (Toronto), Jordan Staal (Carolina), Marc Staal (Philadelphia) & Tyler Tucker (St. Louis)
Toronto: Connor Brown (Edmonton), Michael Bunting (Pittsburgh), Casey Cizikas (New York Islanders), Andrew Cogliano (Colorado), Will Cuylle (New York Rangers), Jamie Drysdale (Philadelphia), Luke Evangelista (Nashville), Jake Evans (Montreal), Mario Ferraro (San José) Jean-Luc Foudy (Colorado), Mark Friedman (Vancouver), Mark Giordano (Toronto), Barclay Goodrow (New York Rangers), Dougie Hamilton (New Jersey), Zach Hyman (Edmonton), Wyatt Johnston (Dallas), Jordan Kyrou (St. Louis), Jack McBain (Arizona), Jamie Oleksiak (Seattle), Adam Pelech (New York Islanders), Michael Pezzetta (Montreal), Evan Rodrigues (Florida), Brendan Smith (New Jersey), Givani Smith (San José), Reilly Smith (Pittsburgh), Brandon Tanev (Seattle), Chris Tanev (Dallas), Tyler Toffoli (Winnipeg), Jake Walman (Detroit) & Tom Wilson (Washington)
Uxbridge Township: Mason Marchment (Dallas)
Vaughan: Andrew Agozzino (Anaheim), Andreas Athanasiou (Chicago), Anthony Cirelli (Tampa Bay) & Phil Di Giuseppe (Vancouver)
Welland: Cal Clutterbuck (New York Islanders)
Whitby: Jonah Gadjovich (Florida) & Cole Perfetti (Winnipeg)
Whitchurch-Stoufville: Sam Carrick (Edmonton) & Trevor Carrick (Anaheim)
Whitewater Region Township: Jack Quinn (Buffalo)
Windsor: Michael DiPietro (Boston), Aaron Ekblad (Florida) Cam Fowler (Anaheim) & Matt Martin (New York Islanders)
Manitoba
Arborg: James Reimer (Detroit)
Brandon: Calen Addison (San José), Joel Edmundson (Toronto), Keegan Kolesar (Vegas), Jordan Martinook (Carolina), Damon Severson (Columbus) & Zach Whitecloud (Vegas)
Dauphin: Ryan Pulock (New York Islanders)
De Salaberry Municipality: Travis Hamonic (Ottawa)
Springfield Municipality: Brett Howden (Vegas)
The Pas: Connor Dewar (Toronto)
Wallace-Woodworth Municipality: Travis Sanheim (Philadelphia)
Winnipeg: Nick Cicek (Vancouver), Max Domi (Toronto), Cody Glass (Nashville), Joel Hofer (St. Louis), Seth Jarvis (Carolina), Ryan Reaves (Toronto) & Mark Stone (Vegas)
Yellowhead Municipality: Morgan Geekie (Boston)
Saskatchewan
Carlyle: Haydn Fleury (Tampa Bay)
Davidson: Brayden McNabb (Vegas)
Estevan: Brayden Pachal (Calgary) & Derrick Pouliot (Dallas)
Melfort: Jaden Schwartz (Seattle)
Oxbox: Tanner Jeannot (Tampa Bay)
Prince Albert: Braden Schneider (New York Rangers)
Regina: Ethan Bear (Washington), Kale Clague (Buffalo), Mat Dumba (Tampa Bay), Jordan Eberle (Seattle) & Reese Johnson (Chicago)
Saskatoon: Brandon Hagel (Tampa Bay), Connor Ingram (Arizona), Kevin Korchinski (Chicago), Darcy Kuemper (Washington), Lane Pederson (Edmonton), Brayden Schenn (St. Louis), Luke Schenn (Nashville), Chandler Stephenson (Vegas) & Connor Zary (Calgary)
Yukon
Whitehorse: Dylan Cozens (Buffalo)
Alberta
Airdrie: Jake Neighbours (St. Louis)
Beaumont: Noah Gregor (Toronto)
Calgary: Jaret Anderson-Dolan (Nashville), Jake Bean (Columbus), Taylor Hall (Chicago), Dylan Holloway (Edmonton), Brett Leason (Anaheim), Cale Makar (Colorado), Josh Morrissey (Winnipeg), Brayden Point (Tampa Bay), Matt Rempe (New York Rangers), Logan Thompson (Vegas) & Olen Zellweger (Anaheim)
Camrose: Parker Kelly (Ottawa)
Canmore: Jacob Bernard-Docker (Ottawa)
Edmonton: Eric Comrie (Buffalo), Jake DeBrusk (Boston), Brendan Gallagher (Montreal), Dylan Guenther (Arizona), Keaton Middleton (Colorado), Stuart Skinner (Edmonton) & Jared Spurgeon (Minnesota)
Ft. Saskatchewan: Kirby Dach (Montreal)
Lethbridge: Ridly Greig (Ottawa)
Lloydminster: Mason Shaw (Minnesota)
Okotoks: Peyton Krebs (Buffalo)
Slave Lake: Nicolas Aubé-Kubel (Washington)
St. Albert: Matt Benning (San José) Mike Benning (Florida), Tyson Jost (Buffalo), Josh Mahura (Florida), Matt Murray (Dallas) & Colton Parayko (St. Louis)
Stony Plain: Brett Kulak (Edmonton)
Strathcona County: Kaiden Guhle (Montreal), Carter Hart (Philadelphia) & Sam Steel (Dallas)
Viking: Carson Soucy (Vancouver)
Wainwright: Bobby McMann (Toronto) & Jake Middleton (Minnesota)
British Columbia
Abbotsford: Noah Juulsen (Vancouver) & Devon Toews (Colorado)
Burnaby: Ryan Nugent-Hopkins (Edmonton)
Chilliwack: Zach Benson (Buffalo)
Comox: Adin Hill (Vegas)
Coquitlam: Mathew Barzal (New York Islanders) & Dante Fabbro (Nashville)
Cranbrook: Bowen Byram (Buffalo) & Dryden Hunt (Calgary)
Delta: Beck Malenstyn (Washington)
Duncan: Dylan Coghlan (Carolina)
Golden: Dillon Dubé (Calgary)
Kamloops: Logan Stankoven (Dallas)
Kelowna: Justin Schultz (Seattle)
Langley: Dennis Cholowski (New York Islanders), Danton Heinen (Boston) & Shea Theodore (Vegas)
Maple Ridge: Brad Hunt (Colorado)
New Westminster: Kevin Bahl (New Jersey) & Brenden Dillon (Winnipeg)
North Vancouver: Connor Bedard (Chicago), Martin Jones (Toronto), Sam Reinhart (Florida) & Colton Sissons (Nashville)
Port Alberni: Laurent Brossoit (Winnipeg)
Port Moody: Kent Johnson (Columbus)
Richmond: Glenn Gawdin (Anaheim), Justin Sourdif (Florida) & Troy Stecher (Edmonton)
Salmon Arm: Curtis Lazar (New Jersey)
Surrey: Arshdeep Bains (Vancouver), Brenden Dillon (Winnipeg), Tristan Jarry (Pittsburgh), Parker Wotherspoon (Boston) & Tyler Wotherspoon (New Jersey)
Trail: Jake Lucchini (Minnesota)
Vancouver: Kyle Burroughs (San José) Ryan Johansen (Philadelphia), Evander Kane (Edmonton), Boris Katchouk (Ottawa), Alexander Kerfoot (Arizona), Milan Lučić (Boston), Michael Rasmussen (Detroit) & Morgan Rielly (Toronto)
Victoria: Tyson Barrie (Nashville), Jamie Benn (Dallas), Dylan Garand (New York Rangers) & Matt Irwin (Vancouver)
Maine
Biddeford: Brian Dumoulin (Seattle)
Yarmouth: Oliver Wahlstrom (New York Islanders)
New Hampshire
Manchester: Luke Hughes (New Jersey) & Michael Kesselring (Arizona)
Rochester: Casey DeSmith (Vancouver)
Massachusetts
Barnstable: Max Willman (New Jersey)
Boston: Matt Grzelcyk (Boston), Noah Hanifin (Vegas), Kevin Hayes (St. Louis), Connor Murphy (Chicago) & Jimmy Vesey (New York Rangers)
Boxford: Chris Kreider (New York Rangers)
Canton: Kevin Rooney (Calgary)
Chelmsford: Jack Eichel (Vegas)
East Longmeadow: Frank Vatrano (Anaheim)
Easton: John Marino (New Jersey)
Hanover: Colin White (Montreal)
Haverhill: Jordan Harris (Montreal)
Hingham: Matty Beniers (Seattle)
Lawrence: Colin Blackwell (Chicago)
Lincoln: Collin Graf (San José)
Millville: Matt Boldy (Minnesota)
Natick: John Carlson (Washington)
Needham: Chris Wagner (Colorado)
North Andover: Joel Daccord (Seattle) & Brian Pinho (New York Islanders)
Scituate: Ryan Donato (Chicago) & Conor Garland (Vancouver)
Southborough: Henry Thrun (San José)
Stoneham: Sam Colangelo (Anaheim)
Weymouth: Charlie Coyle (Boston)
Winchester: Conor Sheary (Tampa Bay)
Rhode Island
Johnston: Noel Acciari (Pittsburgh)
Connecticut
Darien: Spencer Knight (Florida)
Greenwich: Cam Atkinson (Philadelphia) & Phil Kemp (Edmonton)
Milford: Jonathan Quick (New York Rangers)
New Canaan: Max Pacioretty (Washington)
New Haven: Adam Erne (Edmonton)
Newtown: Matthew Samoskevich (Florida)
Stamford: Scott Morrow (Carolina)
New York
Amherst: Nick DeSimone (New Jersey)
Bedford: Trevor Zegras (Anaheim)
Brookhaven: Keith Kinkaid (New Jersey)
Buffalo: Justin Bailey (San José) Marcus Foligno (Minnesota), Nick Foligno (Chicago), Dennis Gilbert; Jr. (Calgary), Patrick Kane; Jr. (Detroit) & Miles Wood (Colorado)
Canton: Jordan Greenway (Buffalo)
Cicero: Joel Farabee (Philadelphia)
Eden: Alex Iafallo (Winnipeg)
Elmira: Johnny Beecher (Boston)
Greenburgh: Brett Pesce (Carolina)
Hempstead: Shane Pinto (Ottawa)
Long Beach: Charlie McAvoy; Jr. (Boston)
Massena: Zach Bogosian (Minnesota)
New Rochelle: Kevin Shattenkirk (Boston)
New York: Jack Drury (Carolina)
Oyster Bay: Adam Fox (New York Rangers), Frank Milano (Washington) & Tyce Thompson (New York Islanders)
Smithtown: Kyle Palmieri (New York Islanders)
Staten Island: Kevin Labanc (San José)
Syracuse: Thomas Harley (Dallas) & Alex Tuch (Buffalo)
Waywayanda: Nick Abruzzese (Toronto)
New Jersey
Bellmawr: Eric Robinson (Buffalo)
Chatham: Alex Laferriere (Los Angeles) & Drew O'Connor (Pittsburgh)
Edison Township: Anthony Stolarz (Florida)
Livingston Township: Kyle MacLean (New York Islanders)
Long Branch: Connor Clifton (Buffalo)
Mantua Township: Tony DeAngelo (Carolina)
Middletown Township: James Van Riemsdyk (Boston) & Trevor Van Riemsdyk (Washington)
Robbinsville Township: Ross Colton (Colorado)
Salem: Johnny Gaudreau (Columbus)
Southampton Township: Kyle Criscuolo (New Jersey)
Toms River Township: Cam Dineen (Edmonton)
Vorhees Township: Mattias Samuelsson (Buffalo)
Pennsylvania
Hollidaysburg: Sam Lafferty (Vancouver)
Pittsburgh: Logan Cooley (Arizona), John Gibson (Anaheim), Brandon Saad (St. Louis) & Vincent Trocheck (New York Rangers)
Maryland
Chevy Chase: Patrick Giles (Florida)
Virginia
Henrico County: Zac Jones (New York Rangers)
North Carolina
Raleigh: Logan Brown (Tampa Bay) & Nikolai Kovalenko (Colorado)
South Carolina
Hilton Head Island: Ryan Hartman (Minnesota)
Florida
Boca Raton: Jakob Chychrun (Ottawa)
Coral Springs: Brandon Duhaime (Colorado)
Lee County: Gavin Brindley (Columbus)
Naples: John Hathaway; Jr. (Philadelphia)
Orlando: Jack Hughes (New Jersey) & Quin Hughes (Vancouver)
Oviedo: Ryan Carpenter (San José)
Parkland: Andrew Peeke (Boston)
Pembroke Pines: Shayne Gostisbehere (Detroit)
Plantation: Jaycob Megna (Chicago)
Michigan
Ann Arbor: Ian Cole (Vancouver), Andrew Copp (Detroit), Jeff Petry (Detroit) & Austin Watson (Tampa Bay)
Bloomfield Hills: Will Lockwood (Florida)
Brandon Township: Ben Gleason (Edmonton)
Canton Charter Township: Paul Cotter (Vegas) & Matt Roy (Los Angeles)
Clinton Charter Township: Kyle Connor (Winnipeg)
Commerce Charter Township: Connor Hellebuyck (Winnipeg)
Dearborn: Dakota Joshua (Vancouver)
East Grand Rapids: Luke Glendening (Tampa Bay)
Farmington Hills: Alex DeBrincat (Detroit) & Cayden Primeau (Montreal)
Grosse Pointe: Michael McCarron (Nashville) & Zach Werenski (Columbus)
Holland: Lane Hutson (Montreal)
Mt. Clemens: Frank Nazar III (Chicago)
Oxford Township: Josh Norris (Ottawa)
Pontiac: Bryan Rust (Pittsburgh)
Port Huron: Jack Campbell (Edmonton)
Rochester: Max Jones (Anaheim) & Jacob Trouba (New York Rangers)
Rochester Hills: Alec Martinez (Vegas)
Rockford: Mitchell Chaffee (Tampa Bay)
Royal Oak: Torey Krug (St. Louis)
St. Clair: Tyler Motte (Tampa Bay)
Waterford Charter Township: Dylan Larkin (Detroit)
Ypsilanti: Jalen Chatfield (Carolina)
Ohio
Cleveland: Jansen Harkins (Pittsburgh)
Columbus: Jack Roslovic (New York Rangers), Kiefer Sherwood (Nashville) & Cole Sillinger (Columbus)
Dublin: Sean Kuraly (Columbus)
Parma: Alex Nedeljkovic (Pittsburgh)
Powell: Carson Meyer (Columbus)
Unity Township: J.T. Miller (Vancouver)
Indiana
Ft. Wayne: Drake Batherson (Ottawa)
Indianapolis: Jack Johnson III (Colorado)
South Bend: Landon Slaggert (Chicago)
Alabama
Huntsville: Nic Dowd (Washington)
Mississippi
Biloxi: Mathieu Olivier (Columbus)
Wisconsin
Eau Claire: Ty Emberson (San José) & Jake McCabe (Toronto)
Green Bay: Mason Appleton (Winnipeg)
Linwood Township: Joe Pavelski (Dallas)
Madison: Nick Schmaltz (Arizona), Craig Smith (Dallas) & Ryan Suter (Dallas)
Milwaukee: Hudson Fasching (New York Islanders)
Mosinee: Cole Caufield (Montreal)
Illinois
Alton: Dakota Mermis (Minnesota)
Chicago: Christian Fischer (Detroit) & Mike Reilly; Jr. (New York Islanders)
Downers Grove Township: Josh Manson (Colorado)
New Trier Township: Alex Vlasic (Chicago)
Northfield Township: J.T. Compher (Detroit)
Palos Township: Christian Dvorak (Montreal)
Minnesota
Baudette: Alex Lyon (Detroit)
Blaine: Nick Bjugstad (Arizona), Jonny Brodzinski (New York Rangers)
Bloomington: Erik Johnson (Philadelphia)
Brainerd: Cole Smith (Nashville)
Burnsville: Brock Boeser (Vancouver) & Jarred Tinordi (Chicago)
Coon Rapids: Riley Tufte (Colorado)
Delano: Ben Meyers (Anaheim)
Duluth: Derek Forbort (Boston)
Eden Prairie: Jackson LaCombe (Anaheim), Nick Leddy (St. Louis) & Nick Seeler (Philadelphia)
Edina: Anders Lee (New York Islanders) & Casey Mittelstadt (Colorado)
Elk River: Matt Kierstad (Florida) & Nick Perbix (Tampa Bay)
Excelsior: Vinni Lettieri (Minnesota)
Fridley: Mikey Anderson (Los Angeles)
Grand Rapids: Alex Goligoski (Minnesota)
Hermantown: Dylan Samberg (Winnipeg)
Hibbing: Scott Perunovich (St. Louis)
Hopkins: Travis Boyd (Arizona)
Lakeville: Charlie Lindgren (Washington), Sam Malinski (Colorado), Jake Oettinger (Dallas), Ryan Poehling (Philadelphia) & Brady Skjei (Carolina)
Lindstrom: Blake Lizotte (Los Angeles)
Maple Grove: Brock Faber (Minnesota)
Minneapolis: Brian Halonen (New Jersey), Ryan Lindgren (New York Rangers), Brock Nelson (New York Islanders) & Zach Parisé (Colorado)
Moorhead: Will Borgen (Seattle)
Plymouth: Blake Wheeler (New York Rangers)
Roseville: Joey Anderson (Chicago)
Savage: Jack Ahcan (Colorado)
South St. Paul: Justin Faulk (St. Louis)
St. Cloud: Nate Schmidt (Winnipeg)
St. Paul: Nick Jensen (Washington), K'Andre Miller (New York Rangers), Tommy Novak (Nashville), Kyle Okposo (Florida) & Alex Steeves (Toronto)
Stillwater: Noah Cates (Philadelphia)
Thomson Township: Karson Kuhlman (New York Islanders)
Tonka Bay: Justin Holl (Detroit)
Waconia: Graeme Clarke (New Jersey)
Iowa
Dubuque: Tucker Poolman (Vancouver)
Missouri
Chesterfield: Clayton Keller (Arizona) & Luke Kunin (San José)
Dardenne Prairie: Joseph Woll (Toronto)
St. Louis: Trent Frederic (Boston), Adam Lowry (Winnipeg), Patrick Maroon (Boston) & Scott Mayfield (New York Islanders)
Louisiana
Baton Rouge: Mason Lohrei (Boston)
North Dakota
Fargo: Jackson Blake (Carolina)
Grand Forks: Paul LaDue (New York Islanders)
South Dakota
Sioux Falls: Walker Duehr (Calgary)
Nebraska
Omaha: Jake Guentzel (Carolina) & Neal Pionk (Winnipeg)
Oklahoma
Oklahoma City: Jon Merrill (Minnesota)
Texas
Arlington: Caleb Jones (Colorado) & Jared Jones (Chicago)
Houston: Thomas Bordeleau (San José) & Tyler Myers (Vancouver)
Missouri City: Logan O'Connor (Colorado)
Plano: Blake Coleman (Calgary) & Stefan Noesen (Carolina)
Montana
Whitefish: Jake Sanderson (Ottawa)
Colorado
Colorado Springs: Brandon Carlo (Boston)
Denver: Brendan Lemieux (Carolina) & Troy Terry (Anaheim)
Englewood: Cal Foote (New Jersey) & Nolan Foote (New Jersey)
Erie: Jaccob Slavin (Carolina)
Littleton: Mikey Eyssimont (Tampa Bay)
Utah
Salt Lake City: Trevor Lewis (Los Angeles)
Arizona
Phoenix: Sean Couturier (Philadelphia), Mark Kastelic (Ottawa), Matthew Knies (Toronto) & Tage Thompson (Buffalo)
Scottsdale: Braeden Tkachuk (Ottawa) & Matthew Tkachuk (Florida)
Alaska
Anchorage: Jeremy Swayman (Boston)
North Pole: Phoenix Copley (Los Angeles)
Washington
Bonney Lake: Dylan Gambrell (Toronto)
Liberty Lake: Tyler Johnson (Chicago)
Mt. Vernon: T.L. Oshie (Washington)
Spokane: Derek Ryan (Edmonton) & Kailer Yamamoto (Seattle)
Oregon
Portland: Jacob MacDonald (San José)
California
Anaheim: Cam York (Philadelphia)
Arcadia: Jason Robertson (Dallas) & Nicholas Robertson (Toronto)
La Mirada: Chase De Leo (Anaheim)
Long Beach: Matt Nieto (Pittsburgh)
Los Gatos: Devin Cooley (San José)
Manhattan Beach: Brendan Brisson (Vegas)
Newport Beach: Jason Zucker (Nashville)
Rancho Cucamonga: Collin Delia (Winnipeg)
San Diego: Thatcher Demko (Vancouver) & Chad Ruhwedel (New York Rangers)
San Ramon: Auston Matthews (Toronto)
Thousand Oaks: Trevor Moore (Los Angeles)
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Welcome to the Blog!
I’m Claudette or Claudie!
Blog Rules! : Requests are currently open if any Darlings want to request. Feel free to talk to me. My inbox is open all the time. We are all friends here. In my blog I am highly against any arguments happening here or any negativity. Keep it Positive!
Fandoms/Genre/Music/Famous People? I might/will write for. I apologize if it may be OOC !
- Peaky Blinders
- Call of Duty, Modern Warfare 2
- Nu-Metal. (Examples: System of A Down. Slipknot. Limp Bizkit. Slipknot. Korn. Etc?)
- (Maybe even STP - Slaughter to Prevail)
People- Characters I will write:
- Alex Terrible
- Corey Taylor
- Sid Wilson
-Serj Tankian
- Johnathan Davis
- Thomas Shelby
- Arthur Shelby
- John Shelby
- Daron Malakian
- Fred Durst
- Wes Borland
Things I will NOT write for
- Pedophilia
- Feces and..etc like that
- Very large age gaps (I will write for age gaps as long as it’s legal)
- Degrading
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