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Static Between Us

Tags: mafia setting, shock collars, restraints, threats, multiple whumpers, defiant whumpee. Words: 1.7k

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“You know what I just can’t figure out?” 

Amira circled him slowly. 

“That for however many times I’ve hit this button, you still wear that sullen expression on your face.”

She looked down at him as she spoke, sharp eyes meeting nothing. His gaze was firmly affixed to her shoes. 

“What I can’t figure out,” she took a step towards him. “Is that despite all of our,” she paused, “convincing, you continue to refuse to cooperate.” 

She was close now. He still didn’t dare look up. He realized he could hear the electric hum of the gadgets she wore around her wrists and waist. He could hear the half-distant buzzing of the tiny radio in her ear. 

Too close.

“Despite the fact that you know we require so little, and that doing what I say would grant you better treatment, effective immediately.”

Sora’s neck burned. 

He saw—felt—her hand lower towards her left bracelet and he flinched, he felt the muscles in his neck seize—

After a second, he realized she hadn’t touched it— her hand was back on her hip. 

She hadn’t pressed it. 

Hadn’t even touched the remote. 

Amira frowned. 

“You want me to press it for real this time?” she asked, a momentary drop of irritation in an otherwise cool facade. 

“Rather, not just yet. I think if I could simply shock this attitude out of you, it would’ve happened by now.”

Beneath a mess of ash-brown hair, Sora’s eyes widened slightly, but remained trained on that place on the floor. Hovering somewhere on the laces of her boots. 

“You’re lucky I’m so patient. I’m willing to work with you on that. So let’s try something else. Something a little more… out of the box.”

He had barely the time to process her words before—

“Yoojin!*

That snapped him out of it. There was a loud clanging sound, like metal slamming into the concrete wall. Sora winced at the sound, his eyes squeezed shut. It just made the ringing in his ears that much worse. 

He registered Amira stepping away from him, and he briefly, stupidly, felt grateful for the reprieve. 

Then, he heard that terrible, stupid laugh for a second time that afternoon. 

“Fiiiiinally….” Yoojin’s low chuckle reverberated off the walls. 

Sora audibly groaned. He already felt like he was getting a live lobotomy from the inside out. His head sank down to his chest. He was too fucking dizzy for this. 

Not this fucking guy. 

“I was losing my mind back there, you know.”

Sora scoffed. “Too late. She’s already tried ‘bad cop.’

“Oh, you haven’t seen bad cop.” 

He could almost feel it before it even happened. He didn’t see her do it, leaning against the back wall of the room as she was now. But Amira’s finger had tapped at the remote on her wrist, and it had sent white hot pain shot through Sora’s throat—squeezing and twisting the tendons on his neck into a horrible knot that forced his chin down and his features to contort with the pain and the voltage, as though stretched apart so tightly they’d break entirely. 

“Why the—why the fuck—cant you—j- just— turn it—around—fuck—why the fuck is it— is it — .. “ 

‘Why was the voltage box on the collar pressed against the front of your neck?” Amira asked, like she was inside his head.  He thought it had come out less than intelligible. 

“Call it a happy accident.” Amira turned, collected the tablet from the nearby table, and promptly strode toward the exit. 

Sora could feel his eyes on him the moment Amira shut the door behind her.

 “Shit, you don’t look so good, hot-shot.” Yoojin’s voice echoed over the silence, smiling through every word. 

The hot-shot in question was promptly trying to look anywhere but right in front of him, trying to think of anything but the reality of who he had just been left alone with, who just happened to be, in Sora’s fine opinion, the worst one he had met so far. 

“I think it’s time we hear you scream for real. Cmon, I know you can do better than whatever that was.”

Yep, definitely the worst. He’d be surprised if any of these half-witted mafia goons could come up with a worse bastard-piece-of-shit-asshole than this guy. 

“Frankly, I was just surprised you took so many shocks without fucking passing out.” 

Ohh.. to rip this fucker’s tongue out so he’d finally— “Shut the fuck up.”

“Yeah? Giving me ideas?” Yoojin audibly smirked, and Sora looked up just in time to see him sticking out his tongue and making a scissors motion with his free hand. 

He was goating him again. It was no different. Different day, same Yoojin. Sora was so sick of this game. 

But he shut up after that, which left him with nothing to do but hang there by his wrists as Yoojin crossed the warehouse floor, taking his sweet fucking time. 

He willed the pain in his shoulders to distract him from whatever braindead thing Yoojin would say next. 

But he didn’t hear his voice, at least not right away—only a low scraping, trailing along behind nearly quiet footsteps. He was dragging something behind him. Sora could hear it screeching along the concrete, and the pain in his head throbbed—he was so fucking dizzy. 

Okay, maybe he was a little concussed. 

Or just shocked fucking stupid. 

The muscles in his throat twitched again, at the mere thought. 

“What, not even a hello?”

Sora still didn’t look up. Fuck this guy. Sora could hear him smiling. 

The footsteps stopped, taking the awful dragging sound with it.

Sora didn’t look up. 

“Cmon, you didn’t miss me even a little?”

Sora didn’t even want to entertain him. 

“Nothing to say? Aren’t you gonna at least tell me what a big piece of shit I am? Better get some insults out while you still can, right?” 

His boot nudged Sora’s exposed ribs, teasingly, and Sora momentarily lost his focus on that spot on the ground and snapped his gaze up to Yoojin, eyes wild and furious. 

“If you’re asking me to insult you—“

Yoojin’s boot slammed right into his stomach. Sora coughed hard as the wind was gutted from his lungs and his entire body collapsed and cringed over. He rather fruitlessly tried to fold in half as he wheezed and gagged his way back to functioning airways, but the awkward position prevented him. His knees stayed folded below him, his arms strained above his head, yanking against the chains that affixed them to the ceiling, 

“I’m asking if you’d even dare.”

Sora would fucking skin him alive. 

“Go fuck yourself you piece of shi—“ but his words died in his mouth when he saw Yoojin’s hand approach. 

Yoojin gripped his jaw, wrapping around his face before Sora yanked his head away. The sudden movement sent a loud clang down the chains and shot pins and needles through his arms. 

He hadn’t realized they’d fallen asleep. 

Fine. No more sudden movements. Sudden movement fucking hurt. His sore muscles seemed to boil and seize as fresh blood reunited with oxygen-starved tissue. 

“Piece of. Shit.” Sora finished. 

In the time he’d caught his breath, Yoojin had re-strategized. Sora felt fingers along his scalp, roughly grazing before twisting a tight fist into his hair. Yoojin yanked his head back all the way until Sora let out a choked cry.

This was quickly becoming a favorite of his. It always seemed to shut Sora up right away.

“You don’t wanna play nice? Fine. I’ve got something new I’ve been wanting to try out.” 

As if there was ever another option with Yoojin. As if he knew the first fucking thing about playing nice.

Yoojin released his hair and Sora’s head fell forward. He squinted his eyes and flexed the muscles in his neck, trying to ease the tightness at the strain of the past few moments. 

Sora hadn’t even noticed Yoojin had left his side until he felt something sharp press into his back. He felt his blood run cold instantly, nearly freezing in his veins. He felt his heart slow—almost stop—like it would let his cells drift, suspended, through the cold, liquified sludge. 

A knife? A box cutter? What was it? It felt bigger than that. Sturdier, somwhow. But it had an edge. 

“Come on. Whatever you’re planning can you just get it over with?  I’m trying to limit the amount of hours per day I have to see your fucking face.” 

“How sad. It’s like you don’t care at all about having fun. Are you really gonna just sulk the whole time?” 

“I fucking hate you,” Sora seethed. 

Yoojin smiled wide. He seemed to like the insults. It was part of the game to him, Sora had gleaned. 

“Am I going to have to get creative?” He leaned down to Sora’s eye-level. “‘Cuz I’ve got a lot of new ideas, you know. You’re quite a fun assignment.”

Yoojin was too close to cloose—wayyy too close. Again. He leaned in until their noses nearly touched. Sora grimaced. Yoojin smiled. That look was back in his eyes again. 

“You’re inspiring. You really are.”

Sora grimaced. What the fuck was that even supposed to mean??

Yoojin must have read his face, because he continued. 

“I was so fucking bored before you showed up. You know that?”

Sora blinked.

“She had me benched for, like—over a month, I swear. For some fucking stupid reason.”

Sora cocked an eyebrow.

Yoojin frowned. “Shut the fuck up. Don’t even say it.���

“I was gonna say I could name a few—”

Yoojin’s nostrils flared—he swung a roundhouse straight into Sora’s ribs. 

Sora coughed sharply, doubling over for a moment before straightening, his eyes watering.

“…Reasons.”

Yoojin grit his teeth and let out a frustrated grunt as he made contact a second time.

“You think you’re so fucking funny, huh?”

Sora choked on another breath, failing to stay upright. This one must’ve hit something deeper—softer. Organs and all that, Yoojin considered absently.

For a moment, all Yoojin could hear was the ragged sound of Sora’s breathing and the heavy pound of blood in both their ears. Just long enough for him to think Sora would finally shut his stupid mouth for once.

Sora coughed again, voice hoarse.

“Well, someone here has to be.”

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[fastandcarlos]

Lucky Charm ~ Lando Norris

Summary: Y/N finally decides she’s ready to brave the chaos of race day at the paddock, and the boys are more than happy to give her the introduction she deserves

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ynusername: imola here I come 🇮🇹

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username1: ofc she’s going to support lando

alex_albon: who said anything about lando?? maybe she’s there to cheer for me??

landonorris: can’t wait to see you bby 🔥

username3: I swear these two are complete goals

username4: it’s not fair how one person can be this pretty

carlossainz55: there’s a seat in ferrari with your name on

maxverstappen1: woah there! we’ve already called dibs on having her at red bull

landonorris: um excuse me…I think you’ll find y/n will be spending her weekend with me

ynusername: you lot are the worst 🤦🏻‍♀️

username5: I love seeing all my favourite people argue

username6: this is my highlight and the race hasn’t even begun yet…

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landonorris: race day ready with my lucky charm by my side 🍀

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username7: mum and dad 🥺

ynusername: cannot wait to cheer for you tomorrow!! ily

landonorris: ily so much more ❤️

danielricciardo: @landonorris i love you more than y/n does

ynusername: @danielricciardo that’s impossible

username8: how have we survived waiting this long for paddock y/n and lando

charles_leclerc: it was worth the wait tho…right?

username9: can you pls just marry each other now and have lots of beautiful babies

alex_albon: how do you race for 2 hours and still manage to look this good norris

landonorris: @alex_albon you just need a y/n in your life, she always leaves me looking a million dollars

alex_albon: @lilymhe get better

ynusername: @alex_albon oi we do not accept lily slander in this household

landonorris: ahem, aside from me ofc

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ynusername: ready for the race and to cheer for my man! 🏎��🏁

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carlossainz55: if you’re cheering for your man, why are you not wearing my shirt??

username10: excuse me sir?? you are very much mistaken

ynusername: if I was cheering for my favourite ex team mate of lando’s then you’d be my number 1 😍

danielricciardo: 💔💔💔💔

landonorris: did I ever tell you how good papaya looks on you?

landonorris: I just know I’ll win today with my lucky charm watching over me 🩷

username11: pls can we all adopt y/n as our lucky charm

francisca.cgomes: how have you been here 2 days and you’ve still not come to visit me

pierregasly: ha! she’s come to visit me, how does it feel to be second fave??

ynusername: @francisca.cgomes just saving the best til last aye

username12: if we do not see y/n at every race from now on there will be a protest

username13: I just want a love like theirs…is that too much to ask for??

georgerussell63: if you want a shirt upgrade y/n then just lemme know…

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landonorris: cloud nine ☁️ p1 and an evening with my best friend…what more could a guy want?

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oscarpiastri: that reminds me mate, I’m in the room next door, have you got any ear defenders?

ynusername: OSCAR PIASTRI!! SHUT YOUR MOUTH

landonorris: good idea, it’s gonna get loud tonight!

mclaren: another top week lando, well done! this lucky charm of yours might have to show up more often

username14: I don’t want this race weekend to end

username15: pls lord don’t let this be the last time we see y/n at a race

danielricciardo: congrats bud, fully deserved!!

maxverstappen1: a million dollars for y/n to be my lucky charm next weekend

landonorris: no amount of money will ever let me give y/n to you…she’s mine only

carlossainz55: is it possible to love two people more?

ynusername: stop with the third wheel dramatics!!

ynusername: had the best time ever!! can’t wait to do it all again soon my love 🩷

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[writersdrug]

The Good Friend

Chapter 1. A New Hobby

Summary: Johnny regularly checks up on Ghost after he sustained a bullet to the hip on their most recent deployment. It's already too late for him to escape, once he sees what's kept his beloved lieutenant so occupied over the past few days.

Warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, kidnapping, implied violence, restraining, psychotic behavior, blood, forced to help in kidnapping, obsessive behavior. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THESE TOPICS. By clicking "Keep Reading" you are consenting to be responsible for the media you consume.

A/N: The people have spoken

Simon on medical leave: a disaster and a headache for the rest of the 141.

There's a daily text along the lines of "Let me know when we get shipped out next." It never mattered how many times Price responded with "You're not joining us for a while. Find a hobby, Simon." He was persistent in coming back to work as soon as possible - shattered hip be damned.

Price had given Soap the job of checking up on the poor brute. "Maybe he misses the usual company." He'd say. "Go see 'im, check in with the muppet."

Soap was a good friend, but there was only so much grumbling he could stomach from Simon. Those "check-ins" would turn into a pity party, with Simon saying "I should be out there, helpin' you lot. Only wastin' away in 'ere. Losin' my head." And it was true - every time Johnny visited, there was an open can of beer on the coffee table, or a glass of whiskey in his hand. The bottle of prescription, opioid pain killers on the kitchen table. Some ill-advised coping mechanism within arm's reach.

It hurt Johnny to see it, it really did. He cared about Simon, missed him, would do anything to get his beloved L.T. back on the team. But he knew the man needed rest and recovery, despite how much it was sending Simon into a spiral. Johnny offered to help clean up his place, but Simon angrily denied the offer. "Don't need a bloody caretaker." He spat.

Just tryin' to be a good friend, Soap wanted to say, but instead he answered with a slam of Simon's front door and a hushed "feckin' bastard."

Johnny was tired of it. When the fuck was this medical leave supposed to end? Apparently, in two weeks ("thank the feckin' lord") -

But, Soap soon discovered, Simon had requested more time off.

Price stated he'd said something about "still not feeling right", which immediately had Soap confused. That old bawbag would've been back in the game the second the bullet was out of his hip, if it wasn't for regulations. It festered in the back of his mind all day: why would Simon do that? What could possibly hold his attention more than the task force? More than Johnny?

There was only one way to find out.

Soap stands in front of Simon's door, knocking loudly against the dark wood. An unexpected visit, which Simon might be frustrated by - but Soap is dying to see what's got his lieutenant so preoccupied. Hopefully, he hasn't fallen into a pit of depression, choosing to drink himself to death, rather than come back to the team.

However, after just a few moments of standing on his porch, Simon answers it rather quickly. And he looks happy. Delighted, even.

"'Bout time, Johnny." Simon says, stepping aside to let him in. "Was wondering if you got lost."

"Was wonderin' if you'd gone crazy." Soap banters back, kicking the door shut behind him. "Cap said ye want more time?"

Simon chuckled quietly, locking the deadbolt behind Soap. He shoves his hands - gloved hands - into his sweatshirt pocket. "Took his advice. Found a hobby."

"Lemme guess: knittin' me a Christmas sweater?"

"You fuckin' wish."

It's good. It makes Soap sigh with relief (internally), seeing Simon in such good spirits. He tosses the pack of blems onto the coffee table and follows Simon into the kitchen. The smell of rubbing alcohol hits him before he sees the counter; bandages, gauze, bloody gauze, hydrogen peroxide, and an open suture kit.

He stops in the doorway to the kitchen, his teeth bared in a wince. "Shite, Ghost- ye reopen tha' bullet wound?" he says, lifting up one of the bloodied pieces of gauze.

"Hm?" Simon turns to face him, then looks at what he's holding. "Oh- nah, I'm fine. Luvie here bumped her head."

Johnny looks up, confused, following Simon's back with his eyes as he makes his way into the dining room - his mind goes blank when he sees the poor, bloodied thing, tied to one of the chairs.

You're staring back at him, hair messed and blood dried against a nasty gash on your forehead. Fabric is stuffed into your mouth, with a strip of duct tape securing it around your head. Your eyes light up with hope as they take Johnny in; you're heaving, poor thing, breaths more like whines as you fight through the delirium of your concussion. Your right ankle is swollen and a nasty shade of purple. Blood all over the chair, your thighs, and now, Johnny finally notices, Simon's hands.

"Dinged 'erself pretty good on my bookcase." Simon says, too calmly, his broad frame standing behind the chair you're strapped into. "Slippery lil' thing, she is."

Simon rips the duct tape off - your voice immediately fills the room, echoing inside Soap's head with your begging and pleading, please please please get me out of here, please help me, he kidnapped me, he's a monster, please-

Johnny has to look away - there's too much noise, too much going on - his eyes trail down the dark hall and into Simon's bedroom. The bookshelf is toppled over, volumes strewn about the floor, a lamp shattered on the ground and casting an eerie angle of light through the room. He hears the sound of his own blood pumping, his chest and throat feel tight, mind racing a million miles a second. Did his LT do this? His Simon?

"Johnny."

He turns back to you. The duct tape is back in place, and now you're weakly thrashing about as much as you can - which really isn't much. Ghost is staring at Soap, one of his hands wrapped around your shoulder, knuckles white with how hard he's gripping you; which is most likely what's making you cry so much.

"Need ya to help stitch 'er up." Simon says, his eyes cold. It's an order. "'Fore she bleeds out on us."

Johnny feels like he's going to vomit. He needs to stop thinking, to stop shaking, and do something. His lieutenant's kidnapped a bloody civilian, for Christ's sake. Why? And what the fuck did he do to her?

"Won't let me touch 'er. Hard to stitch the wound when she's throwin' a fit - damn near stabbed 'er in the eye. I'll hold 'er while you do th' job."

Johnny finally inhales after holding his breath for so long. He stumbles backwards into the kitchen, remembering where the front door is, thinking he should have been in his car and on the phone with the police by now. If he does, though, Simon will be gone forever. Locked up in prison, far away from Soap. How can he save this? How can he save you, and him? "Simon, ye- ye can't be serious, mate-"

"If you walk out tha' fuckin' door I'll kill 'er before you reach it."

That ruffles your feathers. You're whimpering again, screaming against the gag - at him? At Ghost? He freezes where he stands, trying to remember his training. Act first, think later. Do what keeps the most people alive in the moment. That's what Simon had taught him. The same man who was threatening to kill you, ironically, based on what Soap decided to do.

"Get the sutures off the counter." Simon ordered, apparently sensing Soap's inner turmoil. He knows Johnny wouldn't leave you there, not after the threat.

He couldn't.

Soap exhaled heavily through his teeth, forcing his muscles to move. He snatched the suture kit off the counter and stormed back into the living room. He heard Ghost hum in approval as he slapped it down on the table.

"You do it." he said, his voice low and full with grit. "Ye stitch 'er up, I'll help ye take her to the hospital. We come back n' clean up-"

"Shut the fuck up-" Simon growled out to Soap, gripping your chin in his large hand and yanking your head back against his abdomen. "Get to work. Don't let 'er die on me, now."

Die. Die. You had a concussion and a headwound, but you weren't dying - still, he knew that wasn't what Ghost meant. If Soap didn't help, you would die, one way or another. He had to think of this differently, for the time being. He was helping you. He'd take this little by little - first, patch you up. Figure out what the fuck to do with you later; also, how to keep this from ruining Simon's career, because he couldn't leave the task force. Soap wouldn't let that happen.

So, he took the needle and sutures in his hand, and knelt on the floor, between your restrained legs. Ignored the way you screamed and thrashed, only held still by Ghost's meaty paws. Didn't focus on Ghost's satisfied grin. He was doing this to save your life, you'd understand that later. He was doing this to save Simon's career.

Like a good friend.

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[red-doll-face]

Out of the Morgan Brothers, ironically, Abel Morgan is the one with the worst reputation. His twin brother, Arthur, is often the shining star of morality between the two. Though very different, unfortunately their taste in women is much the same, landing on poor you. 

High Honor Arthur Morgan x fem. reader x Low Honor Twin Brother (Abel Morgan) (OC??)

This has probably been done before but I love this idea and I think having two sexy cowboys chasing after you sounds like too good a time to pass up 😊😊😏😏😏😍😍 i just think naming arthur's licheral evil twin abel is so funny, sorry... thanks for reading ! and lemme know if you guys like it bc i definitely have a part 2 ready to go LMAO i wrote like 7 pages of this but thought it was too long 😔😔😔😭😭😭

Warnings: low honor arthur (or his twin i guess) as a warning, some mentions of blood and violence, alcohol

You had never met twins before the Morgan boys, it was a little surreal, the same eyes, the same hair color, the same face and body. But they were extremely different. Arthur was sweet, kind, and patient. He can act the grump that his brother is but he softens much quicker. You like how he greets everyone politely and asks how they’re getting on, does all of his chores. Never have you seen him be rude or perverse with the women, he’s nice to the girls as well as you. He takes after Hosea more than he does Dutch, whom you’ve always preferred, his almost grandfatherly attitude was much more welcoming than Dutch, who liked to act like a lord amongst his servants.

Arthur may still be an enforcer but he gives people second chances, and is more forgiving. However, he doesn’t let people mistake his kindness for weakness.

Abel is the one who is more Dutch like. All power, all strength, he is every bit the brutal enforcer Dutch wants him to be. He gives no quarter, he has no qualms. Nothing about his attitude is put on, he really is mean spirited. If you annoy him, he’s more than grumpy, he becomes irritated easily. Insults and threats are mostly used to keep people at arms length but sometimes it feels as if he’s genuinely having fun, taking advantage of people’s insecurities. You do your best to stay out of his way, keeping your nose down around him. It’s hard to avoid people in a shared space, once or twice he’s perhaps nudged you out of the way and told you to move, no ‘excuse me’ comes from him. But nothing like his harsh criticism for everyone else. Maybe he thinks you are a ditzy girl always standing in his way but you can never be sure.

The only way for you to tell Arthur and Abel Morgan apart is their facial hair and their clothes. Arthur wore cooler colors and wore his facial hair a bit neater, and he wore an old gambler hat that had certainly seen better days. He’s always covered in a layer of fine dust and dirt, working more often than not. Abel dressed several shades darker, deep reds, dark browns, and a pitch black stalker hat. His hair is always just a bit longer than Arthur’s, his facial hair a little more scruffy. Though you don’t get to see him much, it’s obvious he gets into many more physical altercations, always coming home with rough knuckles and blood stained shirts. Sometimes you think he wears red so the blood doesn’t show as easily. But you always know when you’re washing his clothes, the water always turns a deep rusty color.

You like Arthur a lot more anyway. You can tell he has a soft heart under his thin shell, which cracks so much more easily, for those in need, for people he cares about. He never fails to greet you nicely and when he sees you, he tips his hat.

You don’t notice if Arthur likes you, you just think he’s sweet to all the girls the way he is with you but your easy kindness and soft smile pull him in. You catch a peek of him drawing and you compliment his pretty landscapes. The awe in your eyes is making him fall even deeper.

Arthur really takes the courting stance towards trying to get you to notice him and he spends a long time pining after you first. He takes his time talking to you in the morning, bringing you things you mention in passing. He loves to see you smile and hopefully laugh even if it’s at him. He loves to hear you compliment him, he's ready to die happily when you tell him how good he is at something, while spectating a game he’s playing with Lenny, or if he wins a hand of poker.

Abel probably doesn’t even notice you until he sees Arthur talking to you more and more everyday. He doesn’t spend a ton of time around camp so he won’t catch it at first.

All you know about Arthur’s twin brother, Abel is that he’s…different. You probably won't pay him much mind either. You’re just happy he doesn’t spot with you his sharp eagle-like stare. He’s aggressive and evasive. You don’t think he has any of the softness you can see with his brother.

He spends most of his time outside of camp. The chores he does are not many, mostly robbing and hunting. Sometimes, he comes back, covered in blood and drops a stack of bills in the box full of money in the center of camp.

He’s nowhere near as terrible as Micah; in fact he butts beads with Micah more often than not, but the camp air feels lighter when he’s not there. He’s mean and can snap like an alligator at anyone but he mostly treats you like you don't exist. You haven’t seen him be as bigoted or perverse as some of the other men but he has a way of picking people apart, wearing them down. Grating on people’s nerves. He thinks it’s funny when they lash out, especially when he gets into tussles with the other men, he relishes in a good fight.

Abel thinks all of Arthur’s pining and his mooning at you is sort of pathetic, thinks it takes his attention from where he needs to put it; robbing and stealing and killing. It was bad enough with that Mary girl, he can hardly stand to listen to him sigh and watch him send wistful gazes at you. He tries to ply Arthur with alcohol and some broad over at the saloon but Arthur still refuses, fussing over the girl at camp, sweet little you. How you’re always there to say hello to him, how you love to look at his pictures.

Arthur gets drunk and just about starts crying thinking of you. Rambling about you, asking Abel if he thinks he has a chance with you. Abel sighs and takes Arthur back to camp. He does silently wonder what his brother sees in you. You’re not much different from the other girls in camp, perhaps not as boisterous as Karen and you don’t have your head stuck in the clouds like Mary Beth. You aren’t angry and snappy like Sadie or as resourceful and brave as Tilly. In fact he doesn’t know much about you at all.

Abel starts to investigate this woman his brother is getting sweet on. He’s had enough of seeing his stupid grin and his hand bashfully rubbing the back of his neck while he talks to you. He sees how you smile at Arthur, touch him softly on his arm to show gratitude. Let him sit with you when you eat. Arthur’s soft look he gets when he makes you laugh makes Abel want to throw up.

Maybe he wants to see if you’re the kind of girl who’s sweet on everyone, just to get a bit of attention. But you don’t greet him like you do Arthur, perhaps a shy strained smile is all he’ll get from you. You certainly don’t touch his arm, or laugh at him. Sure, you’re polite but you don’t talk to him like you do his brother. It sort of pisses him off. What’s so different between him and his brother? ( a lot ).

Arthur tells you that he’s going out today, he offers to take you with him but you say you have chores to do today and you’ll get in a heap of trouble if you don’t get them done before the end of the day. He nods and he just about explodes when you thank him for the offer and kiss him on the cheek. You’re shy about it but not as bad as Arthur who clears his throat and turns bright red. He keeps turning around before he rides away.

Abel’s been waiting for this, a moment alone without Arthur looming over his shoulder, watching over you like some old hound dog. He stomps on the cigarette he was smoking, pouncing on the opportunity.

He finally has the moment to come up to you while you’re doing some mending. He’s thinking maybe if you’re giving out kisses, he might get in line. The gentle ‘Oh…hi, Abel,’ from your lips and he's under your spell, right next to his brother. You look so cute, looking up at him from where you’re darning some nasty piece of clothing that if it were up to him, you wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole. So pretty on your knees, nervous that he’ll lash out at you. He’s immediately thinking of you doing other things on your knees.

His name sounds so nice from your lips and your sweet voice. If he were Arthur he’d be smitten, greeting you politely, asking about your day. Too bad he's not. When he kind of just stares at you, you're confused. You expect him to say something, at least a good afternoon. You prick your finger while nervous and whine but he just smirks and exhales something of a laugh underneath the shadow of his hat before stalking off.

He hadn’t intended to like you as much as he did but he can’t help himself. Abel can’t figure out if he’s just more like his brother than he thought or if he just wants to try his hand at stealing you away from him to wreak havoc on Arthur’s life. Either way, he’s stuck with his brother, chasing after you, Arthur will just have to deal with it.

Thanks so much for reading! any feedback is appreciated 🥹🥹🥹

[scribbly-artist]

Jayvik Tickle Headcanons

Oh lord here we go fellas. I’m writing these to get them out of my system, and also so I can use them in my own fic writing.

I’ll be doing Jayce and Viktor alone and then combined headcanons because it’s more fun that way. I’ll also be referring to them tickling/being tickled by an SO/Reader just because I write Reader fics but anything in here can also just be between both of them as well.

Since I’ve written for them previously, I’m also tossing around the idea to make a headcanon list for Silco and Vander as well. If you’re interested, lemme know and I’ll see what I can make.

I haven’t really proofread these in depth as I feel like that brings more of that headcanon list charm to this (and also I’ve had a massive headache I’ve been trying to will away all day) so hopefully this isn’t too sloppy.

Everything is under the cut for your viewing experience (and sanity). :)

Jayce

Big big BIG on physical touch in general so he loves tickling others and being tickled himself

With Viktor he’s gentle (unless V is being a little shit) but with others he brings a big brother energy to it*

*When I was rewatching S1 I just knew he would use tickling to mess with Cait. And in Act 1 because she’s a lot smaller than he is, she wouldn’t have much of a way to retaliate

HOWEVER IN ACT 2. When Jayce sneaks out of the crowd to flick Cait’s enforcer hat just to mess with her and she locked his arm so quick. Now that she’s older and stronger he would definitely be on the receiving end of her wrath. Just an idea I had to put out there lol

He’s very open to just. Straight up asking for tickles lol. Sometimes he can’t quite get the word out though. But if he’s with someone who knows him well enough, they’ll get the hint

His belly is ticklish, and I think his arms would be weirdly enough. And his back too definitely

Jayce asks for tickles when he’s particularly stressed out. He likes it when his hair is played with or if someone is just caressing his face

He doesn’t try to hide his laughter, just lets it all out. His laugh is quite bright, lights up the room

He can be an absolute menace when he wants to be

He’ll hide something that a person is looking for and plays dumb, “Huh? I don’t know what you’re talking about” all nonchalant. But then he ‘regrets’ it once they retaliate with tickles and he can’t handle what they’re dishing out

He teases whoever he’s tickling, in a “wow, you’re this ticklish? How did I never realise?” kind of way.

Likes to poke and prod and squeeze. He’s very down to chase his target if they happen to start running away

Cannot handle what he dishes out. Any threats will get him sweating

Viktor

Coming from the Undercity, I doubt he grew up with any physical touch so he wasn’t used to it at first. Though being around others (Jayce), he got used to the closeness and started to even like it

At first he thought the act of tickling was undignified and childish (still does if someone he doesn’t like tries to tickle him), but he grows fond of it

Teasing really pushes his buttons. It gets him all flustered, even if it’s just wiggling fingers from across the room. He stumbles on his words at the threat, holding his hands up in defence

He’s not afraid to use his cane as a weapon to dissuade whoever might even think about tickling him

He doesn’t actively seek it out, but is happy if it crosses his path

I feel like he’s generally really ticklish. His ribs and hips especially dodging his brace. His neck and ears are extremely sensitive to feather-light touches

He tries to hold in his laugh. Key word here is tries. His shoulders will shake trying to hold it in, but tickle in juuuust the right spot or place, and the dam will break

I imagine his laughter being quiet and light at first, but once he gets going it’s beautiful and rich. Even further and he gets a little squeaky/hiccupy (just don’t go too far or he’ll start coughing)

He’s done meticulous and careful work with his hands for years, so you know his fingers are quite nimble and dexterous

Will tickle his target until he commits all their ticklish spots to memory. Does it in a scientific research kind of way, “I need to find where you’re the most ticklish. This is for science, after all.” “Is this spot more ticklish than the previous one? Mm, from your reaction, it seems so.”

Since he doesn’t have a lot of mobility, he will use his cane to pull his prey back if they try to run away

Both

Jayce would totally use tickling to get Viktor’s attention when he’s concentrating too hard in the lab

And Viktor would do the same to Jayce. Viktor will be saying “Jayce? Jayce, are you listening? Jaaaaayce…��� calling out to him and trying to snap him back to reality. Only getting Jayce’s attention by gently scribbling his neck with a smirk on his face. If Jayce was holding something, it oh so gracefully drops onto the floor as he freezes up in surprise

Both are too stubborn to leave the lab at a proper hour, so both use tickling to drag each other out. More so Jayce using this tactic than Viktor (Viktor is so stubborn/overworked/dedicated). Jayce will be particularly mean with his tickles to persuade Viktor when he’s being extra stubborn

Viktor will prod at Jayce with his cane when Jayce isn’t focusing. In turn, Jayce totally scribbles his fingers into Viktor’s side when Viktor is concentrating too hard

Jayce is very mindful and careful with Vik’s bad leg. Which is both a blessing (Jayce isn’t rough and is very careful) and a curse (gentle touches on his bad leg absolutely fucks Viktor UP)

S2 JAYCE TOTALLY USES THE BEARD FOR NEFARIOUS PURPOSES. Viktor absolutely despises (loves) the beard and how unfairly it tickles. It’s Jayce’s lethal weapon, guaranteed to kill Viktor whenever he kisses his neck/belly/hell his face too lmao

When Jayce is tickling Viktor, Viktor struggles to move away because of his lack of mobility. However, when it’s the other side of the coin, Jayce seems to never shy away from Viktor’s tickling fingers. Wonder why that is…

When V notices that Jayce is stressing out a lot, he’ll prop himself on the work bench or a table, pat his lap with a “Come here, Talis”. Jayce will lay his head on Vik’s lap so that Vik can caress his hair and lightly drag his fingers on his scalp/neck/anywhere his wandering fingers can reach. This makes Jayce absolutely melt and forget what he was even stressing out about

They’re both switchy and get touchy-feely, more so Jayce than Viktor since he’s used to physical touch. Viktor doesn’t mind though

They totally use tickling to teasingly bully each other and to annoy each other every now and again. The lab is filled with laughter

Vik rarely asks for it, but Jayce notices the particular way Vik sighs when he’s struggling, or the look on his face when he knows Vik needs some cheer up tickles

[z0mb1epuzzy]

okok so i just found your blog and lemme tell you ive been eating it UPPP

how would you feel abt josh or maybe chris? (rlly any of the men tbh) with a s/o who has nipple piercings?

i feel like josh would be sooo into it when he found out/when you first got them done. he wouldve def been so so so supportive if you wanted to get them done during the relationship. hed love the sensitivity after theyve finally healed, lowkey would sit there admiring them for a hot while just looking and fiddling with them(i headcannon josh as a tits/thighs man gonna be honest)

more smutty imagine, his s/o is bouncing on his lap, and your tits are just so perfect, and he just cant resist himself anymore, hes gotta know how they feel on his tongue. he takes one of your nipples in his mouth and just rolls his tongue over the piercing, mapping out the feel with his tongue carefully. hed be so content i fear.

chris would be shy about it, like, "oh wow, those mustve hurt pretty bad, huh?", not drawing too much attention to it at first, but eventually, maybe youre sat on his lap, grinding your hips against his, youre both sensitive and heated, panting, and chris has been admiring the way the balls of the peircing really perk up your nipple, and after a particularly rough stroke of your hips against his clothed hard-on, his large hands grip your hips or ass, digging into the flesh and he leans down, taking your nipple between his lips in an attempt to cover his loud whimper. after all, with you riding his hips, youre just elevated enough where your tits are right there, at a conveniently perfect level to his mouth.

someone save me my goddd 🙀

anon thank you for leaving this wonderful little gift in my inbox holy shit

warning 4 this one! afab reader potentially implied!??

josh:

i totally agree that josh is a tits man, but honestly - he just loves any curves… ass? tits? thighs?? and they’re not on his face rn?? 🤨

he’d totally love nipple piercings… man’s a FREAAK!! first time he sees them he’s like 🧿🧿.. absolutely baffled!??! during intimacy he’d love them too, teasing them with his lips or fingers just to hear you whine and shudder like hello!?!😵‍💫

also to elaborate on your thought… he’d definitely give them some special attention if you’re riding him, i mean… they’re LITERALLY right there.. and he’s a strong man, but not that strong… it would definitely satisfy that little part of his brain that wants to analyze and commit all of your little reactions to memory… running his thumbs over them, maybe a lil pinch, kisses, sucking on them, y’know.. the works. he wants to know what makes you moan for him the most!!

as for chris… oh boy..

he’s a lot more flustered by them, AND more hesitant to mess with them.. his eyes getting all wide when he sees them for the first time..like? BAFFLED.. “oh, wow… uh.. man, did those hurt?” and like.. obviously yeah, so he’s a little scared to fuck with them? BUT once he knows they’re healed and in fact don’t hurt anymore… oh lord!!!

he loves having you in his lap CANON! his face getting all flushed while you grind down on him, him touching ur piercings just to hopefully mess you up like you’re doing to him… he’s sensitive!! he doesn’t wanna cum first :( and ur tits look so pretty with the bars through them, making ur nipples look extra perked up, ?!yknow!?

chris def has a secret oral fixation.. i have no reason or explanation… my brain is saying its true so i’m sharing it with the masses!!! he needs to he doing something with his mouth, especially when he’s close 😵‍💫 so he’d love to wrap his lips around your nipples just to hear you whine for him like… UGHH!!

i hope i fulfilled your expectations anon!! praying this is good or else….. (idk nothing will happen i’m just dramatic)

another note, i typed this shit like 3 days ago and it went to DRAFTS. INSTEAD OF POSTING.

thx bbg @ghouleaterr 4 giving me motivation once again…

[mukbangg]

Billy and an ex-outlaw reader who has a bit of ptsd? If you’re still in the market for prompts :)

Omg I have so many of yalls prompts writings in progress....trynna write between school and work. Nonnie, iiiii dk if this is written right might make part 2.

(Me writing during work: you write porn w the same hands you serve coffee ?)

Jesse and his boys were old acquaintances of yours.

Though you never did ride with them, you've crossed paths with their lot quite a few times. What started out as a rivalry had turned into more like friendly competition before you had earned their respect by saving their asses more times you can count.

But when your crimes had caught up to you, resulting in much bloodshed involving your family back at home well...you werent eager to get back in business.

Fact is, you've left your past behind and settled down a little way off a lone town, behind a beautiful spread of a meadow.

A cozy barn, small and snug.

Just like your momma had always wanted.

So when a familiar group of cowboys come trotting through the meadow....let's say you werent all that pleased.

"Jesse,"

You tip your hat at the blonde astride his horse.

"Boys,"

"Well, look who's alive,"

He laughed, swinging off his horse and sweeping you into a crushing hug. You softened with a sigh, patting him on the back.

When you'd decided to settle, he'd kicked up such a fuss, mad that you decided to leave in your prime.

You were like the gang's little sister, or maybe an annoying cousin that swings by every now and then.

"Here lemme introduce you to-"

"Billy,"

You were suddenly aware of the towering fella who had emerged abruptly from the group. Dark curls peeking out from his hat, broad shoulders and a rugged air to him, he was a handsome one. But what takes the cake was his piercing blue eyes, fixed unwaveringly on you.

It would be intimidating if not for how subtly they raked over your body.

"Eyes up here cowboy,"

You mutter to the man lowly, gripping his outstretched hand in a firm shake.

"Replaced me so soon, jesse?"

You turn back to the blonde, raising a brow at him.

"Well doll, Billy heres quite the gunslinger, maybe even better than ya,"

You swat playfully at his chest, a round of laughter rising from the group. Jesse chuckles, before he shrugs, kicking at the ground. You know that look.

"So my boys and I need to lay low for awhile and well..."

He raised his brows at you, a sliver of a sheepish smile on his lips.

"Hell no, jesse, you know I'm out,"

You huffed, shaking your head firmly. Annoyance rises like a whip in your chest, you alway were quick to temper.

"You know that, after what happened...."

"Aw c'mon, just a couple o' weeks? We promise we wont bring you no trouble, we'll even help out-"

You held up a finger, trying hard to maintain your stern facade.

"I cant risk it, such a large group of men, oh I swear to god-"

"Using the lord's name in vain-"

Jesse attempted at a joke before swallowing his words when met with your burning scowl. His group stirs uneasily behind him.

"Just a week?"

Billy's voice rang out. He steps forward, blue eyes pleading as a warm smile crack over his lips. You sighed, ready to turn down his offer.

"Towns people talk, what if they see y-"

"We'll do chores, we'll earn our keep, surely you can use the rest, miss? It's a big place to take care of,"

Now that, was tempting. Your barns not huge but you're only one person, and the day passes quick when you busy about with the chores. And to add on, a group of men you trust does put your worries at ease.

Living away from town always had the threat of robberies and whatnot, especially for a lone girl like yourself. You've hidden pistols everywhere in the house, one slung around your hip, though you're never sure if you'd be able to pull the trigger on someone when it comes down to it...

What a joke, you used to be one of the most feared outlaw with an aim as true as the sky is blue.

Now you cant even stand the sound of your door slamming.

"Fine,"

You finally relented, clicking your tongue with a jerk of your head to allow the group to flood into your house.

They cheered and hollered, Jesse and slapping Billy on the back before heading in.

"G'job butterin' her up Billy boy!"

"Y'better believe I'll be working the lot of you to your bones!"

You huffed after him, before turning back to Billy.

"And you! I swear t'God if any of yall give me trouble I'm coming for you first!"

He leans close, tipping his hat at you with a smirk on his stupidly handsome face.

"Your wish is my command, pretty,"

Billy brushes past, leaving you all flustered and red in the cheeks , with a looming dread that you've got more than a few rowdy cowboys to worry about.

What did your momma used to say?

Butterflies in your damn stomach.

(Haiii I'm lowkey bad at story stuff might make a part 2...? If yall want? Gimme some ideas what you wanna see in part 2 if you want)

[pomefioredove]

Black cauldron event, you say??? Go on!

How would that look?

grins. call me sebek the way I'm really interested in briar valley lore/history and want to know everything about it

so this is how the WHOLE event goes. it's long. and a little macabre, of course. I don't have a name for our twisted Horned King, I've been calling him Corry, short for Cornelius (get it. cause horn)

the characters in this event are Yuu, Grim, Malleus, Lilia, Epel, Rook, and Jamil. weird combo? yes. but I have my reasons and that's the perfect amount of characters if you'd ask me. I don't have little outfits in mind for them but REST ASSURED they'd be getting them

see my vision:

it's October. during preparations for the NRC annual Halloween event, Malleus receives a mysterious invite to a rural part of Briar Valley from an unnamed cousin. Lilia recognizes the address on the letter and goes "Hm, that's strange. That castle hasn't been lived in for thousands of years," but shrugs it off, since he hasn't been keeping up with the politics in Briar Valley, and a noble fae taking up an abandoned castle isn't unheard of. plus, Lilia recognizes the coat of arms and can say for certain that this is a distant relative of the Draconia family. and Malleus, of course, is beside himself with joy for being invited to something, so he couldn't possibly refuse

Lilia insists he go along since it's been "a while" since he's visited the backwoods of Briar Valley, and it's, according to him, beautiful! he assures Sebek and Silver that it's only a weekend, and he can look after the Prince himself

Malleus, with the other Diasomnia boyz, invites Yuu. obviously. and they tell Yuu they can bring whomever they please

...and, believe it or not, no one Yuu asks is exactly into the idea of visiting a random ruined castle in rural Briar Valley

Lilia is, of course, shocked at the disinterest. "Kids these days can't go without their electricity and running water for a weekend?" and then Grim is like, what's the big deal anyway? what's so great about it? do they have food?

and Lilia goes, well, kids, lemme tell you a very popular very old children's story from Briar Valley, possibly one of the only with human heroes

~long, long ago, before even the Thorn Fairy ruled, there was a king, who lorded over this quaint kingdom in what is now modern Briar Valley. he was distantly related to the Thorn Fairy, but he was greedy and cruel, and wanted to conquer the rest of Briar Valley with an army of the dead. he was stopped, however, by a group of brave young humans- a pigkeeper who became a great hero, a scullery maid who became a powerful mage, a minstrel whom everyone disliked, and their hungry, fuzzy friend~

...and THIS sparks some interest. Epel is captivated by the story of the weak boy who eventually became a strong and powerful hero, Rook likes the minstrel (because he's Rook), Jamil is intrigued by the scullery maid, though he doesn't show it, and Grim is hungry. these guys agree to come along with Malleus, Lilia, and Yuu, who promise them a great time!

let's say, for background, that Kalim had relatives in town and doesn't need Jamil for the weekend so he's free. oh, and Pomefiore has a big event coming up, so Epel and Rook are on a strict diet- EVEN AND ESPECIALLY WHILE ON VACATION, as put by Vil

(I think Lilia would also level with Yuu abt the trip being more for Malleus' social skills, because it'd be good for him to make more friends his age, and this "distant cousin" likely isn't scared of him if he felt brave enough to send an invite)

I haven't put like. a LOT of thought into the twisted horned king, but he's definitely around Malleus' age (like 170 or something) and probably just as tall. obviously also has horns but they look different ofc. I need to think of a better name than Corry for him but I'll do that LATER. I'm sorry welsh speakers </3 I'll find a good one

noww!! they arrive at the castle and it looks like ASS. like Lilia was saying that someone might have fixed up the old place, since it is, again, VERY OLD, but nooope. it's barely standing. but there are fires lit and warm food, so no one really complains. they're given some local drinks first thing (Epel indulgences bc fuck you Vil isn't here, but Rook brought his own snackies), and then they do the usual event stuff, exploring the castle, the surrounding woods and fields (full of beautiful ruins mmmm) and talking to this freakish cousin of Malleus', who, to everyone else, is noticeably. strange

there's just... something off about him. almost like he's never really interacted with people his age? or this is his first day on earth? Malleus doesn't even notice cause he's lowkey the same but Jamil, at least, is side-eyeing him. at some point, Jamil pulls Yuu and Lilia aside and is like "is this guy not extremely suspicious to you" but Lilia wants to believe that he and Malleus are getting along, so he brushes it off as "social awkwardness" and leaves Jamil with Yuu, who is now like. I Do Not Trust the Tall Man. later on Jamil and Yuu see some of the castle staff hauling in these huge wagons full of... something. but they're covered. highly sus

Malleus, however, is glowing. like, SO happy. he's geeking out about all the ruins, the gargoyles on the castle, he feels so at home here and he's just trying to show Yuu how great Briar Valley is!!!1!1 whilst Jamil is giving his weird cousin a deadly side-eye. "Yuu get behind me" vibes

at some point something tips off Epel, too. Jamil is like THANK YOU can we fucking LEAVE. but again he gets shot down by Lilia, who is blinded by his paternal instincts (his Achilles' heel). Malleus and the cousin are getting along, talking about the architecture and whatever other freaky Briar Valley stuff, after all, and he really wants this to be a positive experience for his son. nothing's been poisoned, the staff are friendly, and besides, this is the great Malleus Draconia we're talking about! no one would even dare step to him

at dinner the question of how exactly Malleus and Corry are related comes up, and this cousin gets very. VERY quiet. Lilia recognized the coat of arms, after all, but couldn't exactly place which noble family it belonged to

someone (lowkey probably Rook whose just been dicking around uncovering secrets this whole time) changes the subject and the conversation moves on, but Corry is sort of quiet and serious for the rest of it

later on, someone mentions feeling tired and the others agree and so they return to the banquet hall to rest (nix Rook he wandered off again), and they see this... cauldron. like a big one. THAT definitely wasn't there before

NOW Lilia is like. okay I think we have to go. I don't like this even one bit. and Jamil is like "So NOW you see reason, over some random cauldron?" and then we have our villain reveal

Corry had lured them to his family's ancestral castle because he needed to use their magic to find the place of the Cauldron which his ancestor, the king from the story, had used to try to conquer Briar Valley thousands of years before. being a powerful mage himself, he had enchanted the DRINKS* that were served to the guests to use their power, and once he found the cauldron, he had it brought to the castle. and now, with his soon-to-be living dead, he's going to fucking kill all of them and add them to his army to conquer Briar Valley as his ancestor set out to do a millennia before. he claims that HIS family is the true royal lineage of Briar Valley, and the Draconias had stolen their throne from them, and he's only reclaiming his rightful place as heir, and as a god amongst mortal men

oh btw those wagons Jamil and Yuu saw earlier were full of skeletons for his army. as if this couldn't get any more insane

so Corry sends the NRC gang to the dungeons deep under the castle while he raises the dead. they're like welpp we're fucked. drained of their magic from eating and drinking the food they were served, they basically have no hopes of stopping mr. crazy before he KILLS THEM

then, of course, as he does, Rook crawls out of the floor from a stone trapdoor, scolds Epel for indulging (if he had listened to Vil then he wouldn't have drank/eaten anything and would be able to defend his friends LMAO vil win), and then frees everyone

much like how they had to ascend the bell tower in Glomas or scamper across the park in Playful Land, the boys now have to play dungeon escape, fighting the literal undead, to get back to the banquet hall. you guys know how the gameplay goes. final boss battle, whatever, Corry's on his crazy monologue about how the people of Briar Valley should be worshipping HIM, how long he's thirsted to rule, etc, obviously the NRC boys kick his ass

I'd like to imagine that it's Grim who manages to stop the magic of the cauldron. gurgi-style (traumatizingly)

everyone's okay though, the evil is defeated! I have no idea what happens to Corry but nothing good! he definitely gets more than the slap on the wrist that Rollo did. and nothing like Fellow did. and then they escape before the whole castle comes crumbling down LMAO

then everyone's like. well. that happened. and they leave.

THE END!

*this is a confusing part I just want to say that it's referencing Hen Wen's powers in the movie. the pif. the pig. she drinks from a water trough and the ripples of the water shows visions. this makes sense in my head

[brittle-doughie]

CRK Twitter is shitposting again. Also might be using a different writing format for these shorts lol

The six of you were all aboard the Red Velvet Dragon, there was a new movie playing very soon and you all have to get there before a large line forms.

You: *sighs*

This irritated Pomegranate Cookie, how dare Affogato Cookie keep her Master and Lord/Lady waiting.

Pomegranate: Where is Affogato Cookie? He’s testing me and my Lord’s/Lady’s patience…

Licorice: He said he had to do his makeup or something before we left.

Dark Choco: It’s been 15 minutes.

Pomegranate: It’s a simple movie showing, I fail to see the need to try and woo my Lord/Lady at this occasion.

This statement ended up just making Pomegranate even more irritated, the scowl on her face worsening. You could sense it, so you try to change the subject to something that needed to be addressed.

You: So why was it the Barbie movie again?

Dark Enchantress: It was done by the draw of a slip of paper in a hat…

You: And who placed that suggestion in there?

Pomegranate: ….

Dark Choco: ….

Licorice: ….

Poison Mushroom: Licorice Cookie, I saw you place it in the hat-

Licorice: WHA-NO! I saw you write it and put in the hat! Why would I want to watch a movie around Barbie?! PAH!

Pomegranate: Are you lying to them?

Licorice: I’m not, I SWEAR! Y/N Cookie, you believe me, right?!

You: I am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.

Pomegranate: Be grateful for their generosity, Licorice Cookie.

Licorice: Phew…

Dark Enchantress: It’s rather unfortunate that Red Velvet Cookie will not be joining us.

You: The theater doesn’t allow pets, he’s not going anywhere without Chiffon. So Dark Choco gets his ticket.

Poison Mushroom: Dark Choco is back yaaaayyyy

Licorice: I still don’t get why it had to be the traitor prince himself though-AAH!

Licorice is spooked when Dark Choco Cookie brandished his sword in front of him.

Dark Choco: Watch your words…

Dark Enchantress: Oh hush with your arguing, remember who paid for these tickets..

Licorice: Me!

Pomegranate: You could barely afford your own, again it was the generosity of my Lord/Lady to pay for all of us…

Licorice: That’s 1/6th, still counts as a portion of it.

You: It’s nothing, you can pick up on a lot of coins if you know where to look.

Pomegranate: May I get the seat next to you, my Lord/Lady? Between you and my Master?

Pomegranate fantasized being seated between you and Dark Enchantress Cookie, she imagines as you wrap an arm around her to bring her close. She sighs contentedly at the prospect.

Licorice: I’ve worked hard, lemme get the seat next to them!

Pomegranate: What?

Poison Mushroom: You’ll sit next to me, Y/N Cookie, rrrright?

Dark Choco: Their soul is already corrupted enough, I will get the seat.

Pomegranate: Let a traitor sit next to my Lord/Lady? I will not allow that! My efforts far exceed your own, Licorice Cookie!

Licorice: You always get cozy with our Lord/Lady, it’s bad enough that you always seem to follow them around. Let me relish this.

Dark Choco: You two get to be around Y/N Cookie more often, this movie may be the only time I get to be close to them.

Pomegranate: I get the seat next to them and that is the end of the story.

Licorice: You wish!

Dark Choco: Stubborn fools!

Dark Enchantress: Enough, all of you!

Affogato: Apologies for being late, I had to make sure I look dazzling for the occasion. Especially when I’m seated next to my Lord/Lady.

Everyone: What?

Dark Enchantress: The seats are designated by the purchase and Affogato got the one next to Y/N Cookie. I’m not even seated next to them. A load of rubbish is what I’m seeing

The whole ride to the movies was Affogato, smug as a cat, cuddled to your side as he completely ignores the burning glares of 4 cookies, Poison Mushroom was just bummed out :(

[kittievampire]

So had this funny thought in my head but feel free to ignore. How do you think the brothers (and undateables if you want) would react if they walked into mc’s room and saw them pegging Diavolo (but you don’t want pegging you can just replace it with something else) I feel like that has a lot of humor potential bonus if mc and diavolo don’t even bother to stop

I had to write this while it was still April Fools Day holy shit bro 🤣🤣🤣🤣

This made me cackle in a room full of people

I gotchu bro I gotchuuuu

The funny thing is, I have a friend whom I joke about having a thing for pegging, so when I told him about this request, the way he looked at me was fuckin priceless man

I also have never written pegging before, so please keep that in mind while reading, I'll be trying my best tho promise ❤

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

Click here if you wanna request!

Warnings: Smut (duh), Pegging (duh x2), Walking in on the horizontal greased weasel tango (duh x3), Degradation, Sub! Diavolo x Dom! MC, GN! MC

Enjoy, you horny savages.

"Fuck!" Diavolo whined out as you eased a second lubed finger into him, his body trembling as small beads of sweat began to form above his brow. He gripped the sheets beneath him, eyes sealed shut tight with tears threatening to fall.

You licked your lips, not being able to stop the giggle that fell from your lips. "If only the others could see you now," You teased, hand reaching up to gently grasp at his bright red, weeping cock. He gasped as you began to stroke him slowly. "The most powerful being in the Devildom couldn't handle a week without an orgasm and is submitting to a human? Honestly, it's pathetic."

Diavolo pushed his head against the pillow, panting heavily. "P-Please," He whimpered, hips bucking up into your hand as you pushed your fingers further into him.

Before another taunt could escape your mouth, you froze at the sound of your door opening. Eyes wide, you turned to face the entrance to your room, immediately halting your movements.

Lucifer

Bro just kinda stands there for a moment

He'd heard odd noises coming from your room and was worried that there was an intruder, so he'd threw your door open

To see you with your hand wrapped around Lord Diavolo's cock and your fingers knuckles deep in his hole

A small blush formed on his face and he cleared his throat

"S-Sorry for... Interrupting."

He closes the door slowly

Bro cannot look at you or Diavolo the same after that

He just kinda acts like nothing happened, he doesn't want to address it, think about it, speak about it

Awkward silences whenever you two are alone in a room for a few weeks after that

Mammon

Baby boy's face becomes redder than Diavolo's hair

No real reason for walking into your room unannounced, just kinda does

"O-O-Oi! W-What is this?! W-W-Why-"

No thoughts just stutter

Doesn't even know what he's trying to say, he just feels like he should say something

Diavolo starts bucking his hips once more. "P-Please, please don't stop. Please, please, please-"

"Mammon, get the fuck out!" You shouted with a beet-red face

He slammed the door shut

Baby boy is traumatized

Can't look you in the face

Also doesn't want to bring it up, mainly because he starts stuttering when he tries to

Lowkey kinda jealous tbh

Leviathan

Homeboy just wanted to show you the new patch notes for your favorite video game's recent update

That's all he wanted to do

And you weren't answering the door, so he just thought he'd walk in!

Lags

His brain tries to comprehend the scene before him

Stuttering more than Mammon

Tries to leave but stumbles and falls ungracefully on his ass

Quietly closes the door

Bro doesn't come out of his room for a few days

Also traumatized

Avoids you for at LEAST three weeks until you come up to talk to him about it

"W-W-W-What?! W-W-Who starts a c-conversation like that?!"

Satan

Homie was so excited to show you a photo of a cute cat he'd taken a picture of

Did not expect to walk in on you and the demon prince partaking in such... activities

Is halfway in your room, unlike the other brothers who had walked in

Gets flustered and sloooowly closes the door after muttering a small "Sorry"

One of the only brothers who can talk to you afterward without it being awkward

"So, you and Diavolo, huh? I have to admit, I never thought he'd be the one on the receiving end."

Asmodeus

Now, we ALL know that Asmodeus is probably the least bothered by this

"MC, I'm having a dilemma! Should I go with pink and blue, pink and gold, or pink and white? Or maybe pink with gemstones?" He asked frantically, leaving the door wide the fuck open while holding multiple containers of nail polish

Your turn to be flabbergasted

"A-Asmo! Why didn't you knock?!" You shouted as quietly as you could

Asmodeus sighed in frustration. "You're not answering my question, MC, this is important!"

As soon as you started to withdraw your hands from your lover, Diavolo immediately started whining. "No! Nonononono! Please don't stop! Please!"

You turn red. "Asmo, get the fuck out!"

Asmodeus giggles. "He sure doesn't seem to mind."

"Okay, okay, fine. Have fun you two, next time invite meee!~"

Definitely pokes fun at you for a while after that

Beelzebub

Hungy boi dropped his bag of Super Spicy Newt Chips

Takes a moment to make sure none of them fell out before looking back up at the two of you

Blushes

"Sorry, MC. Hi, Diavolo."

Really fucking awkward

Doesn't know what to do with himself

"Um... Would you like some chips?"

"Beel, thank you, but... Um... We're busy..."

Beel nods and turns around to walk away

Bro forgets how to walk for a moment

Closes the door behind him

Isn't really too fazed afterward, just kinda blushes whenever he talks to you

Belphegor

You blink at the sight of a flash and the sound of a shudder

This cheeky son of a bitch took a photo of the demon prince being dominated by a human

Why? Fuck Diavolo, that's why.

You lock eyes with him

"Belphie."

He smiles at you

"No."

He takes a step back

"Belphegor."

"..."

Bro books it out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him

You almost trip trying to get out of bed before being pulled back in by Diavolo who's looking at you with teary eyes

Now you're to choose between chasing the Avatar of Sloth and deleting the photo or pleasing the begging demon prince before you

Haha, you're fucked

Barbatos

Bro is the most nonchalant about it

He lowkey knew what y'all were doing and still came in the room

He smiled at the two of you

"Ah, I figured the young lord would be here. My apologies for interrupting, I simply wished to deliver some things I thought would be useful."

"B-Barb, I appreciate it, but-"

He sets down four bottles of water, as well as a bag full of 'goodies'

"I'll take my leave now, have fun."

Leaves

Asks you about it the next time you visit the castle

Also, yes, you did use the bag of tricks

Simeon

Worst thing about this was that Luke was behind him

He had to cover his eyes and force the little Chihuahua back into the hallway before he became aware of the situation

He himself had a blush on his face, apologizing profusely

Thankfully, Luke didn't see anything, but the day after, he continued to apologize for walking in on you two

Homeboy Luke was so confuzzled

"What was happening? Simeon wouldn't tell me anything!"

You just kinda looked at him

"Oh, was that the bell? We're gonna be late for class, come on, Luke!" Simeon said, dragging him off and shooting you yet another apologetic look

This was fun as fuck to write, hope you liked it anon.

Y'all want some Diavolo love and angst? Check out my "Kin of the Demon Prince" fic, cause I'll take any opportunity I can to advertise 🤌🤌🤌

[1800nosleep]

STUDYING WITH THEM !!

all of my characters i write for + my ocs!!

pt one

warnings;; gn! reader, cigarette and weed smoking, age of the reader will differ depending on the character, high school/ college student! reader, fluff to the extreme, so sweet you'll get cavities.

(a/n) since it's back-to-school season, I'm terrified for anyone and everyone in school, so have this as a soft reminder that school is coming or is already here !!

THE LOST BOYS

David;

do NOT go to david if you need help studying, he will not help you focus, he'll do the opposite

he is a fucking menace

your attention isn't on him, so he's clearly upset

he is chain smoking cigarettes as he attempts to distract you

"y/n, why are you taking so long?" "cuz you're not helping me at all, unlike i asked you to."

you've got two options, ignore him and have problems later, or risk failing

funniest thing about all this, I hc that david was once a college student

^ obviously when he was still alive but whatever

but i'm a strong believer that he was a history major

do NOT ask him to help you if you are a history major, he will bully you, and he will not help you at all

to conclude, don't study around him and don't ask him for help at all, it will be the worst and most stressful experience of your life

Paul;

he is so AHHHHH! i love paul so much, you don't understand

anyways, he is so helpful, unlike some people

he is asking you questions, reading your notes, and much more

blessing on earth frfr

he is so sweet and rewarding, every time you get something right, you get a small reward

whether it be a kiss, a small hickey, or a chance to sit in his lap

he wants his love to succeed in life, so he is very, VERY dedicated to his job as an at home tutor

even though he has no fucking idea what you are studying

sometimes he is stoned while he helps you and it isn't all that helpful, he'll fuck up on his words and will definitely confuse you

but in conclusion, he is much more helpful than previous people, and he cares a lot more about you succeeding, i love him so much

Marko;

lord help me, he is so unbothered

he won't help you unless you ask him

even when you do ask him, he will do the bare minimum

he is begging and pleading for you to quit studying and cuddle him and kiss him

like bro, please

anyways, when he does help you, he'll read you the textbook in the most teenage boy way ever

he is struggling to read the most basic words ever

learning disability marko my beloved

but he is constantly asking you to tell him how to read and pronounce the words to the point where it feels like you're the one helping him study

"babe please, how do you say this?" "babe please, please!"

if you don't help him, i swear to god

in conclusion, marko tries when you want him to help but just know, that you'll be his tutor more than he'll be yours

Dwayne;

husband

anyways... he is such a sweetheart when he helps you

lemme set the scene cuz lord

you're sitting on his lap, you're textbook in hand, his arm around your waist and his head on your shoulder

he's softly reading to you as you take notes and his voice is so soothing like GOD PLEASE !!!

"are you still paying attention?" "come on, tell me what I just said to you."

bitch if you aren't paying attention, i just, UGH

similar to paul, he is a strong believer in rewarding his lover when they do well so expect a lot of kisses and cuddles after your little study session

i love him so much lord help me

he is so caring and loving when it comes to you're education, also similar to paul, he wants to see his lover succeed in school

so of course he is helping you in any way possible

in conclusion, dwayne is another blessing on earth, who cares about his lovers education and desires to see them succeed

thank you for coming to my ted talk

anyways thank you for reading

likes and reblogs are appreciated and hcs about our boys are very much welcomed in my inbox !!

please do not steal or repost my content as that is plagiarism and a crime

[writergirl3]

4 Town x Pregnant Reader

I can't remember who requested this, but thanks for the idea! Hope y'all like this💜

Warnings; Mentions of pregnancy (obviously) and discomfort/pain. Fem reader, not proofread.

Taglist; @takemichiluvr @jessexselinalover @aaronzsbiggestsuperfan @4townlove @magicbratt @4townenthusiast @local-she-wolf @4townn (If I missed you off the list, or you wanna be added, lemme know!)

Robaire;

As is the case with all the boys and their partners, Robaire would put you, and his unborn child, first. No questions asked. There's a big important meeting to sign new contract with the label? If you're not 100%, he will not be attending.

Ro is definitely the type to do that cute headphones-over-your-bump thing, playing music to your child. And he mostly chooses soothing French tunes like 'La Vie En Rose'. Although he did joke about recreating the 'Baby Got Back' scene from friends. If you hadn't refused, he for sure would've played it.

He's definitely cool, calm and collected. And it's not even an act. He has faith in you and your strength, and in whatever higher being that's up there. He sees your pregnancy as an obstacle-ridden journey, but he treasures the highs and the lows.

Jesse;

Definitely becomes an expert on pregnancy overnight. You're already at an advantage with him being a Dad of two already, and he has so much good advice. When it comes to pregnancy, though? He has quite a lot to learn. He'd already broken up with the mother of his two kids before they were born, so he's lacking in that area. But, fear not! There will be a mountain of pregnancy books on his side of the bed, and yes, he does read them all before you give birth.

Because of this, he's amazing at helping you through the hurdles. He has the magic remedy for morning sickness, cravings, and cramps. And if you find your anxiety spiralling, or mood up and down? He holds you close and gently coaxes you through the rough patches.

He's as responsible and caring as Robaire is calm, but secretly, Jesse is flapping on the inside. Please make sure that you check in with him too. He often worries about how the dynamic will change when you become a family of five, despite being so excited for it all. Remind him of that, and pregnancy with Jesse by your side will be a breeze.

Aaron T;

Oh Lord. I won't lie, he's pretty clueless in every respect. It took him a while to cotton on to what a period is, so the idea of a human baby growing inside your belly? Yeah, it freaks him out.

I feel like the pregnancy may not have been planned, too. So, he was a bit of a panicked mess when you broke the news to him. But, nevertheless, he's always wanted kids and couldn't imagine going into parenthood with anyone but you.

He definitely uses your pregnancy as an excuse for things. But in the best possible way! Like, if there's a press conference or something that he really couldn't care less about, he will be getting out of it because 'he has to be there for his baby mama'.

But he means well. You may have to talk things through with him, or be uber clear about what you need, but he'll take it all on board in a heartbeat. Because he cares so deeply for you, and treasures you and his unborn child above everything.

Aaron Z;

Right, so you know how Z is super overprotective over you and will literally bark down anyone who directs any negativity your way? Well, when you're pregnant, that increases tenfold.

He's definitely pretty anxious about it all, and that manifests into his usual perfectionism. Often, he'll have what you need ready before you even know you need it. You can thank his amazing observation skills, and general adoration for you, for that.

I feel like he'd be quite similar to Jesse, but just a little more stern about it. But not in a bad way! Like, if he notices you wincing when you reach down for something, he will insist on massaging your back right away. And no, he won't accept 'no' for an answer.

But he's also very sweet and sentimental. Sometimes you'll just catch him watching you, maybe while you're balancing a plate of food on your bump while you watch TV, and he'll just have so much love in his eyes. And it's all because you're carrying his child, and he can't wait for a lifetime of memories with you and his little one.

Tae Young;

He's for sure pretty anxious. Sometimes, it'll be you comforting him instead of the other way around. As is the case with T, I think your pregnancy would likely be unplanned, so he worries a lot about what his family and the label will say.

But once he realises what a gift your pregnancy is, he won't able to wipe the smile off of his face. He'll pepper your bump with kisses on a daily basis and spend his evenings off brainstorming names for you. I feel like he'd also start a scrapbook of your pregnancy so that you have it to look back on together.

Your pregnancy is a huge opportunity for growth and reflection for Tae. He knows that his parents probably won't approve, and being a father may not help his image as a boyband member, but he doesn't care. He's going to start a family with you and, in his eyes, that's one of the most precious of life's experiences. He vows to give your unborn child all the nurturing love that he needed when growing up. And he hopes that being parents will strengthen the love you share, too.

[rui-xyz]

Could you write something like the one-shot in the first Rui fic where they drink but make it into actual (and consenting) smut?

FORGIVE ME I COPY AN PASTED SOME OF THIS

Also ion feel like writing out my warnings/synopsis/blah blah so read at your own risk

Also there's literally no rui gifs on this platform so have fanart from Pinterest bc lord knows I have a stash

♡ to the other anon that asked for literally anything Rui, more coming your way hun!! ;3

creds to the artist ofc I didn't draw this I'll let yall know when it's actually my art ALSO HIS BACK IS SO FINE AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THIS HELLO??

"How do you feel about getting a little... adventurous?"

"How... how adventurous are we talking?"

It was that little altercation that started everything.

You both drank down the first bottle in the span of, maybe... an hour? That seemed like a healthy time frame, not that either of you had experience with alcohol before this.

But it was the second bottle the two of you blew through in 15 minutes that was the bad idea. Didn't matter who came up with it, and who agreed... it was the wrong choice.

But here you both were, giggly, swaying in your seats, both of you holding what would hopefully be your last glass of the night, lest you decide to open a third bottle.

Oh, and kissing. Lots of kissing was happening. More kissing than talking, actually. More kissing than giggling.

You tugged away to drink the last sip of your glass, and Rui followed. As he looked at you, ready to go back to devouring your lips again, something in his head clicked.

He... he wanted to make love to this woman. Hard.

"What's that look about?" You grinned, giggling softly, before he shoved you down on the couch and you let out a yelp.

Your drunken head was dizzy for a decent bit from such a swift movement, but once you finally caught your bearings, you were back to giggling softly. Rui had your shirt tugged up above your breasts, and his lips were kissing up your stomach.

"Hehehe... tickles... Rui... Ehehehehe!~"

His tongue stuck out, licking up your ribs, when you partially came to your senses, realizing where this was going.

FINALLY. That's really all you could think before you went back to not having any coherent thoughts.

"Rui, are we going all the way...?"

"Of course we are. And I'm gonna make you feel amazing."

"Hehe, I'm sure you a-...ah..." you breathed in surprised when he shoved your bra up over your boobs, somewhat releasing them to his gaze.

"Have you ever done this before?" He asked with a small glance at you as he leaned in, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking.

"Ah... Y-yeah... I-I'm basically a pro..." You sighed out, obviously lying. Rui wasn't really listening anyways, his tongue laving over your nipple. "W-what about you? You ever do this before?"

"Psh, yeah, like... all the time. I know exactly what I'm doing..." Another clear lie. As hot as he was, you knew Rui got no grip.

"Hehe, then I'm sure I'll lose my mind tonight..."

He leaned up and pressed his lips to yours for the nth time tonight, both of his hands groping your chest as his tongue explored your mouth again. You couldn't help but let out soft moans into his mouth from the way his hands felt on you.

He pulled away for a second to tug your shirt and bra completely over your head, throwing them to the floor. You wondered if he knew that bras could unclasp. But then his lips were back on yours again, and his hands were trailing down your sides. You giggled at the ticklish feeling that sprung once more, but gasped softly as Rui's lips left yours and he leaned his head down next to yours.

"My head is spinning..." He sighed out. You giggled, still not quiet able to hold it back, and heard him chuckle along with you.

"Rui, lemme see you."

He leaned his head up, and you looked him over hungrily. His eyes were lidded, an uncontrollable smirk on his face, and the faintest red dusting his cheeks.

"So pretty."

He sighed that. Before you got the chance to even open your mouth. Bastard. You wrinkled your nose at him and tugged his head back down to your lips.

At that, he continued what he had been doing. He fondled your breasts a little, but his hands seemed bored, and they lowered to your hips, giving them a tight squeeze that made you groan. His fingers curled under the hem of your bottoms and he pulled away from your lips, puppy dog eyes on his face.

"Can I take these off? Pleeeeease?"

"Yesy, yes! Just do it already!" You snorted. A huge grin appeared on his face and he stripped away your pants and underwear together, leaving you completely bare.

He paused, stared between your legs, and his eyes steadily drifted up and up. Soon, an unbeatable smile spread across his face. One of embarrassment. He covered his face and shook his head side to side, giggling.

"Ehehe, I can't, I can't! This has to be a dream, you're too pretty to be real!"

"Hehehe, Rui, you sound 13 right now," you laughed along with him. He leaned back down and nuzzled into your tummy, still grinning and giggling.

"So soft, so pretty... Am I really that good that I get to have sex with you? Nahhhhhh..."

"Rui, you're so pretty and perfect too~"

"Ehehe, alright, alright! Since we both want it so bad, no hesitation, yeah? Like a show! Ehe, I'm happy to give you everything~"

With that, he all but ripped his shirt and pants off. He leaned in and started kissing you again, grabbing one of your hands and pressing it to his barely clothed cock. He squealed against your lips at the feeling of your hand touching his most sensitive and needy spot. You squeezed it gently, and his hips bucked against you a good three times before he could control himself.

This was all taking too long. He shoved his boxers off and let your hand wrap fully around his shaft. At just one stroke, he had to leave your lips, a shaky, sighing moan forcing its way out of him.

"Rui, put it in." You breathed, your voice warm. His eyes met yours for a second, his smile dropping as his eyes went blank.

He felt everything. Panic and confusion and excitement rolled up into an oddly flavored feeling that made his dick throb in both his and your hands. You giggled at the look on his face, but he dropped his head to your collarbone, gripping his length in one hand and holding your hip with the other. He slowly thrusted forward, his tip entering you faster than you could process, followed by each throbbing inch of him. You felt overwhelming pleasure flood your senses as he bottomed out.

Then, suddenly, his insides were roasting in a way he'd never once felt before. The feeling of red-hot pleasure so strong it honestly scared him. He didn't know what he meant, but it felt like something was going to burst. Something good.

You, on the other hand, could barely see straight. You didn't know how big Rui was, you'd never thought about it, but fuck was he too big. You swore you could feel him in your stomach. You couldn't muster words to ask if maybe he should pull out a little. Just pathetic moans of his name, dripping off your tongue.

Suddenly, he hugged you. He all but cuddled you into the couch, his head stuffed into the nape of his neck as his arms wrapped around and squeezed you like it was his last day on Earth.

"Wanna... w-wanna stay like this forever...!" He mused, and you could feel the giant smile on his face. Your shoulder felt wet. You couldn't tell if it was sweat, tears, or drool.

He nuzzled you. "I love you s-so much, Y/n! Nnh, it's like I can't even handle it! I feel like I'm melting!"

He had to be absolutely gone. He barely moved, aside from his hips rolling softly in time with yours. Your head was steadily clearing up, though not fully, and you wondered if he was actually just going to stay like this.

"Rui..."

"Hm? Do you want me to start moving?"

After a moment, you nodded shyly.

"Ehehe, okay, my love." He got up, leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead, then curled his fingers into your skin as he pulled back. The friction made his eyes roll, his legs weak, his head foggy, but he couldn't even find it in him to hesitate.

When he plunged back in, you yelped, sobbing out moans. Fuck, you were going to cum. You wondered how, but... he just had to be that deep. You could barely control yourself.

He moaned in time with you, sounding blissful enough to have stars in his eyes. "This is my new favorite thing- this is my new hobby...!" He breathed out excitedly. "I feel so good! And my Y/n gets to feel good too! Ooh, I'm so happy!"

"Rui!" You squeaked out before he plunged in again. You seriously felt like you were about to burst. All the sensations were dizzying. Sure enough, with one last deep thrust from Rui, you were clinging to him with all your strength, crying out in the strongest orgasm of your life.

Rui knew this meant something. He didn't know exactly what, but... it probably meant you were about to be done. He wasn't ready to be done. As you shuddered in his arms, he picked up the pace a little, listening to how your moaning turned into panicked babbles of pleasure. The delicious friction of his cock inside you soon bacme too much for him. He felt that exploding sensation hit him like a train, a loud moan throwing itself out of his lungs. He felt something leave him, coating your insides, and it felt amazing.

He collapsed soon after, barely able to keep his eyes open. He could feel his consciousness fading. He leaned up shakily, his hand finding your cheek as he pressed a weak kiss to your cheek. Then everything went black.

...

"Rui?"

[echantedtoon]

Obsession 憑 Ch46 Yoriichi Ending

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                                                                                       Part 5 Dawn 

The snow looked beautiful today.

The soft snowflakes coming down from the skies fluttering and falling from the dark clouds but there was still enough light peeking out of the silver clouds to allow her to see what was in the sky. Like little shiny diamonds shining in the sunlight and sparkling in the sky on the way down until they joined the ground where they joined the white blanket covering the earth that sparkled more than a thousand strands of studded silk. 

Spring had just started so it made sense that not all the snow would be melted yet or be completely gone especially in the higher points of the mountain. The sounds of the beautiful lands was drowned out from the noises of the carriage as it squeaked and rattled with each bump and pothole the wheels kept running into the road, jostling it's passengers with each to and from with the sound of the horses trotting along.-

THUD!!

A half gasp half squeal left the woman's throat as the sudden shift in the carriage throwing her forward from the seat she was sat upon and into the other seat however she was caught by strong hands grasping her forearms. Slowly and gently, she was pushed back down into her seat by the man in front of her whom lowered his head to be eye to eye.

"Careful. These roads haven't had a chance to be fixed yet. I'll have Michikatsu work on that when he arrives back." Yoriichi gave her that all too familiar head tilt making his earrings sway. "Are you alright?"

Red eyes widened at the closeness before immediately turning away finding the seat suddenly interesting. "Ye-Yes. I'm alright. Thank you."

A lot had happened between now and two months ago when Lady Mia had left to go back to her homeland. The day she had last seen her was the very morning Yoriichi had informed Lord Tsugikuni that he decided not to accept her hand in marriage (break off the secret engagement -) and his Lordship had given quite the...'response' to it. And by that he meant everything from threats and curses belittling the younger Tsugikuni prince to straight up throwing around his entire bed chamber in rage. One woman whispered that she had even seen him rip an entire table leg off and then proceed to throw it straight through a wall although you doubted the elderly man could be strong enough to chuck something through a solid stone wall. 

The entire scene has been disturbing enough that the entire estate was on edge for nearly the entire time Lady Mia was still around however Yoriichi didn't have any bruises or marks(that you knew of or that were visible) and he seemed to not make it anymore big of a deal so you had hoped that was the end of that particular disturbance.

Curiosity did get the better of her so she asked him cautiously about it during one day that he was helping Lady Mia pack her entourage to escort her home. He seemed hesitant at first to speak anything about the subject but he did give you one answer.

"What's done is done and I can not undo it. My father will only disdain my existence more for costing him much treasure."

Does that mean Lord Tsugikuni was forced to exchange money and valuables for the land instead of Yoriichi? She didn't pry a second time because the prince looked uncomfortable and she knew better by now to not push her luck at the moment.. Although the fact Lady Mia seemed to be leaving with a lot more valuable jewelry and items than you remembered her having was quite interesting.

Speaking of the woman, she was a little sad to see her ladyship go. After all she had become a nice friend to her in the few weeks she spent together and she had few real friends here she could actually call her own. She was going to miss her eccentric personality, but it was best for everyone that she did not stay too long. Not with the way Lord Tsugikuni stalked about and sneering at herself and Yoriichi whenever he decided to show himself in his presence. You thought that perhaps that would be the last you heard from him as a whole since he went back to his disappearing trick for a few weeks afterwards leaving you to be forced to return to your normal life as a maid in the estate.

Now however you were just the outcast of the girls again. You weren't bullied relentlessly like before but you felt as if you were being assigned to the hardest and least likable jobs on purpose as some kind of revenge from the Head Maid. Scrubbing the large mess hall after the shoulders made a mess of it, cleaning the bathrooms by yourself, being assigned to wash all the dishes at the end of one particular busy day- And you were back to eating the bland soup that only the maids got to eat...But you weren't being forced to skip meals or bring forced to sleep on the cold floor at least.

But now you were back to square one. 

It wasn't too bad. No forced marriages and you were only relieved knowing that your siblings would remain safe but she still longed for the life she once had. So imagine her surprise when one night while everyone was deep in slumber something had the audacity to shake her shoulder. She only stirred awake for a few moments before falling back to sleep, so a much harder shake was delivered making her head snap around to tell whomever it was to leave her alone, only a jolt of panic shot down her spine seeing two reddish eyes staring down at her from the darkness. The beginnings of her shriek was cut off by a calloused hand slapping over her mouth-

"Shh. Do not panic. It's me." The darkness clouded most of Yoriichi's form as he stood over your half terrified form. Finger over his lips in a 'shush' gesture. "You'll have to be silent. Get up and come with me. We only have a short window of time I can sneak you out before anyone else notices you're not here anymore." The hand over your mouth removed itself to tug on your arm to get you up. "Come."

You weren't given a choice when he insistently tugged at your arm forcing you to get up and stumble walk behind him as he dragged you out of the maids' courters and quickly down the halls late in the middle of the night where no one but the night guards on night watch. You didn't get to ask him anything because any time you tried he just snapped s serious look at you telling you to shush. Keeping you in a firm grip, he guided you with upmost haste through the dark halls and then out into the cold night through the training grounds unused at this hour. Until you had gotten to the back of the estate where a carriage drawn by two horses and a single driver was waiting for them.

"Wha-" She didn't get to say anything else before she was shoved inside and Yoriichi grabbed the door.

"Drive. Quickly."

The result of that was her staring at him in shock, confusion, and fear as you just silently slammed the door behind him. The carriage lurching with the sound of a whip cracking sounded off the start of the clopping and stamping of horses running off to who knows where. You were being kidnapped? Again?! Could you really not catch a break?! 

Red eyes gazed at the ever calm man sitting there in front of you, looking much more menacing in the dark. "Where are you taking me?"

Dark magenta eyes stared at you from the darkness shining eerily in the starlight. "You'll see when we arrive."

Which lead you both to now. A few days were spent traveling like this to who knows where, minus the few times they've stopped to let the horses rest and eat and to stretch their legs. Then Yoriichi made her get back into the carriage to continue upon their way. He was sure to keep a watchful eye on her the entire time which was starting to worry her. Did he decide to just make off with her himself? Where was he taking her? Any answers were kept vague and he didn't tell her much other than-

"You'll see when we arrive."

That did not bode well at all for her as she was essentially just stuck going along for the ride thinking of ways to escape. She couldn't just jump out of the carriage. Yoriichi was bigger, faster, stronger, and would easily catch her if she tried. Even if she did, she could just get hurt then she'd definitely not be able to get away. Perhaps if it was night and he was asleep? No. No he's been trained to sleep light and would wake up immediately if something stirred him. There was no weapons to be had other than the sword at his side but there's no way you could overpower him. Running away while stopping was out of the question, so was bribing the driver and stealing one of the horses-

"You seem to be thinking about something. Are you sure you're well?"

You snapped out of it red eyes looking up at him back to the present. Ah. Right. You were still traveling now. Straightening up you frowned. "I'm fine other than the fact that you are refusing to tell me why you've kidnapped me, taken me prisoner, and where you're taking me. Are you running away and taking me with you?" Your brow rose. "I doubt that Michikatsu would like that once he finds out."

He held up a hand. "I'm not kidnapping you or taking anyone prisoner. If I told you where I'm taking you, you wouldn't believe me so you must wait for us to get there."

...Sure. "And how long until we arrive to wherever there is?"

"Just within a few hours more I think."

'A few hours more'? Alright. Sure. You totally believed him. He sighed seeing the obvious suspicious/deadpanned look upon her face expecting it and didn't say anything else. She did exactly what he was expecting so there was no use in arguing with her. The next few hours were only filled with the sounds of horses clip clopping and the creaking of the coach as it was pulled along. She just stayed curled up against the seat away from him ..

Until she felt the speed of the coach slowing down until it came to a full stop with a loud 'WHOA' from the driver outside. Another stop for the horses? Yoriichi stood having to learn forward in order to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling and gave a single glance to you.

"We're here. Follow me."

Red eyes blinked at him as he turned to exit the coach but..slowly she followed him out. He got out first turning to her upon standing on the ground and she slowly emerged behind him to look around. Only to freeze up where she stood up on taking in her surroundings. They were in a town. A very outskirts village by the looks of it with many small houses surrounding them and people of all kinds stopping to stare at the carriage, Prince, and woman in utter horror, shock, and fear carrying laundry,firewood, and other objects too and from places.

You stood there staring at nothing in silent shock until red eyes slowly turned back to the somber prince. "... You've brought me home."

He nodded. "I did."

"Why?"

He didn't answer at first instead glancing up to the home they stopped in front of before looking back to her. "Why doesn't matter. Perhaps you should concern yourself with something much more important at this moment." His eyes glanced back up with a nod of his head behind her shoulder.

She turned following his gaze and once again froze at what she saw. A younger figure was emerging from the home in front of you, a young girl whom couldn't have been older than fourteen, and she was sadly looking at the porch with a broom in her hands. She paid no mind to anyone staring at the new arrivals or the new arrivals themselves as she busied herself by sweeping the porch in the open doorway. She continued to sweep the porch until she looked up and she took froze mid sweep as pink orbs met red ones. 

The two women continued to stare at one another in disbelief and shock as if they couldn't believe what they were clearly seeing, until finally red eyes broke the silence.

"NEZUKO!!"

"ONESAN!!"

Bare feet ran against the ground and a broom thudded as it was thrown to the side as well. Two bodies ran at each other and embraced in a tight warm hug. Tears threatening to spill out of every eye smooshed in the embrace.

"I missed you SO much!,'' your sister cried crying her eyes out into your cheap maid's dress.

"It's ok! I'm back now! Everything's going to be ok!" You were trying and failing not to cry as well disbelieving everything you were feeling and seeing.

"Nezuko?!," a voice called out from inside the home in question before footsteps quickly approached. "Nezuko, I heard you yelling." A moment later a teenage boy appeared in the doorway with similar red eyes and a worried look on his face from hearing his sister yell out. "Are you-.."

The rest of the words died on his tongue as he saw the woman before him embracing his little sister, eyes wide as bowls and mouth open like a koi fish. It would've been funny if the situation was any different of course. After what must've been nearly a whole minute of silence he shook his head finally processing everything.

"Y/n- WHOA!!" He made it running down the porch steps before slipping on a patch of snow and falling face first into the fluffy white stuff. Quickly he pushed himself up shaking himself off and comically spitting out some flakes before again quickly advancing on them. "Y/N!!"

Tanjiro's sudden embrace was much more stronger than Nezuko's and it nearly sent the three of you falling to the ground but at this moment you didn't mind. You were back! You were finally home! You were back and your siblings were ok and now everything was going to be ok again! The Kamados did not know how much time had passed away by hugging and crying but if there was one thing that interrupted the serenity was a snell-

Sniff sniff.

Tanjiro's eyes suddenly opened again. His nose giving another few sniffs before red eyes blinked as he suddenly pulled himself up from the hug and turned his head up to follow the smell, his head turned to look behind his sisters. And he stiffened upon seeing the taller form of the prince silently watching the three siblings. 

"Tanjiro?"

"Stay away from her!" His voice cut across the streets and the two sisters blinked as he suddenly stood before then both in the protective stance, arms splayed out to guard them both, a look of hatred. "You stay away from my sisters!" He repeated himself venom spitting from his lips like a snake. "I won't let you do anything to her again! Just stay away from us!"

The once serenity was now replaced by a tense silence as Yoriichi regarded the young Kamados boy with a silent stare.. Before he began stepping forward. Each step he took made snow and ice crunch under his weight and the silence he gave was anything but intimidating. Nezuko's eyes went wide and her grip around you suddenly tightened as he ever approached. Until he stopped just a yard away from the glaring boy. The two only stared at each other in the continued silence before something happened that no one else was expected.

Yoriichi. Bowed.

Slowly at the waist but bowed nonetheless making his earrings sway from his head and catching everyone spectating off guard into silence. Tanjiro's angry glare quickly turned into one of surprise and confusion at the man who bowed to him with his eyes closed.

"Young Kamados, forgive me." His words were soft, barely above a whisper but it was enough for Tanjiro to hear.

"I-.. What?"

"My actions made a continued mess of your lives," Yoriichi continued to speak in that soft, whispering tone like he might've been forcing himself to remain calm instead of upset. "I know nothing I can say or do will ever make up for my selfishness, but I ask you both for forgiveness for my sins."

Tanjiro opened and closed his mouth before looking at Nezuko and Y/n who both also seemed to sport similar shocked looks before looking back to the prince still bowing. "I-.. Don't know if I can do that." He spoke slowly as if skeptical of the entire thing. "Maybe in the future I can, but..I honestly don't know how to think about this right now."

"I understand." Slowly he straightened himself back up to stare at the young boy. "But I promise to do everything in my power to make up for my crimes, the first of which is returning which was yours." Pomegranate eyes glanced at you. Saddened, sorry, guilty. "I'm so very sorry. For everything."

"....What about Michikatsu?"

He stopped you by slowly holding up his hand. "I will take care of anything my brother or father tries to do. You have my word on that. As prince I hereby release you from me."

Your eyes widened at him more. "..Why?"

"I meant what I said before. I love you. Young Kamados." He gave Tanjiro a look before half bowing half nodding to him and going to turn.

"Where are you going?"

"Home. I suspect that not too many people in your town would like me staying here much longer." He froze, body stiffening up and freezing before he slowly looked behind him and stared in shock at her hand clutching onto his own. He looked at her in question as she tugged his hand towards the home.

"Why don't you come inside and rest first? You're probably exhausted from traveling for days on end. Plus you've never tried my cooking have you?" She tugged a little harder. "Come inside and I can tell you the results of thinking over your proposal."

Immediately he perked back up looking quickly between the waiting carriage and back to the Kamado family in quick thinking it over. "We-Well...I suppose that-" his grip over hers slowly tightened. "-one cup of tea wouldn't be a bother."

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[atopvisenyashill]

didn't want to add this to the mmd post because it's kind of off-topic, but it has always struck me that the story the boy in meereen tells ALSO echoes robert's rebellion. the slaves rose up and killed the boy's father and brother, raped and killed his mother, one of them is still living in his father's house, and one is even fighting for dany now. it sounds very much like dany seething about "the usurper and his dogs." the westerosi rose up and killed dany's father and brother, raped and killed her sister-in-law, one of them is still living in dany's father's house, and the man who killed her father even directly serves the king. but dany issued a blanket pardon for all of that—not unlike robert dismissing tywin's actions toward elia and her children. she's no different from robert and she doesn't even seen it.

wait okay this is on the topic of what i wanted to rant about lemme paste that here-

the “you’re doing a slavery apologism” thing is very annoying because certainly i think it’s possible to get really bogged down in or even disingenuously frame a group of people violently reacting to or overthrowing a despot as being inherently bad and unnecessary. but it is incredibly obnoxious how much people default to the “you’re doing slavery apologism” when it’s like. well. but you see. dany sacks the city. and the thing is. the whole mirri chain of events is started because dany is clearly triggered by the raping happening when drogo sacks the lhazareen village. she interferes because, even though she can’t admit drogo is a bad man, she understands on some level that he raped her and that these men are raping these women right now, and technically in her name. she can’t live with it. she knows what the brutality of a sack looks like because her trauma response to the brutality of a sack caused arguably thee most important moments of her life.

“well but she was stopping innocent people from being raped, in meereen she’s sacking slavers.” correct! she was on the other side last time. her side were the slavers doing the sacking. the great masters. and she was still so horrified by what they were doing she tried to stop it. so if she can recognize that some things morally cross a line regardless of intent despite the position she was in. surely. there had to have been at least a handful of abolitionists in meereen, no? but she’ll never know because she sacked the city despite knowing how unhelpfully violent of a way it is of taking a city & having access to an army that purportedly won’t commit particularly heinous acts she explicitly tells them not to commit in the unsullied.

and like yeah, the thing is that, like, idk it is very silly to say that a rebellion is justified bc like, morally speaking i think robb has a right to be like “joffrey can kiss my ass actually” but he very much lets the situation escalate into a war because like, he wants to be the hero, the young wolf in battle and not another king who knelt, and he gets to say that joffrey can suck a fat one bc he was a born a lord and well if he gets the dudes who also killed mycah or jory, that’s nice and all but no one’s asking mycah’s parents or beth cassell what THEY want done with their relatives’ murderers are they.

COMMA BUT. even the smallfolk were sick of aerys lol like that man was out and out burning randos alive there’s a REASON why robert was able to hide through the battle of the bells, there’s a reason why he manages to launch really the only successful rebellion in the last 300 years, and it’s bc he was up against a guy that just SUCKED. it doesn’t really get more justified than robert’s rebellion lmao like a lot of them are left in a situation thag is very much “well what else are we supposed to do here” because aerys is straight up saying “hand me more people to torture to death” and random sex workers in the crownlands were going “actually you can kiss my ass.”

COMMA BUT. Not only were Elia, Rhaenys, and Aegon (and I would argue Rhaella, Viserys, and Dany) just really obviously and objectively not aligned with Aerys or even RHAEGAR for that matter, Robert doesn’t even do like a half assed “well let me execute amory lorch for it and we’ll call it even” type thing, he straight up…….pardons everyone for crimes they did during the sack.

it’s obviously not a perfect metaphor and there are some contextual differences. the lannister army aren’t an army of newly freed slaves getting the slaves in the city to join their uprising against the freedmen. but a) we’re back to ‘dany has an army that won’t rape or kill anyone she tells them not to at her disposal’ that she could have used to make sure taking the city doesn’t spiral out of control and she purposefully doesn’t use them in that way and b) well well well we’re back to khal drogo sacking the lhazareen village aren’t we.

she was that boy. and she chose to kill the slave. i’m not saying this inherently dooms her. i think it’s really important to point out characters like arianne, asha, & theon, who do stuff that are a) goofily violent that get innocent people harmed and b) a part of their culture that they just kind of uncritically emulate without doing any sort of introspection into how they would react and have reacted while in a position of powerlessness. it’s in fact a very important part of the story of basically everyone, from jaime saying he’d rather be dead than a cripple to asha fleeing a forced marriage only to run smack dab into a shieldmaiden from bear island (a place she may very well have uncritically and stupidly attacked herself!) to force asha to face the fact that this culture she’s fighting for, even with her more forward thinking ways, has some pretty fucked up foundations. but i think this is all obviously calling into question what exactly is motivating dany and whether dany is the right person to be doing any of this!

[charleslee-valentine]

TCM Ship Week @maskemasker

Day one prompt: Clothes Swap

Ship(s): Stretch x Chop Top (Bobby Sawyer)

Word Count: ~1,100

Warnings: suggestive themes

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The nights Stretch works are twice as long as they used to be, ever since that stunt her man pulled with breaking and entering and stealing a few records. At least she was able to talk him down from the murder he originally came there for, but that was still damn near a fireable offense. Had to explain away why her boyfriend turned out to be a sick, wanted man, which obviously didn’t go over all that well. So she’s stuck working overtime, her penance for falling in love with someone like that losing some more sleep.

But Stretch is a believer, in a lot of things really. Much as she knows it was wrong to let herself fall in love with the likes of a Sawyer, of all the men in the world, she had a bond with him. Predestined one. She’d heard all about twin flames and soul bonds, but didn’t pay it much mind, not any more than the rest of the spiritual teachings about life she’d received at Bible school, about angels and things that she knew couldn’t have been real.

It’s just, the second she took note of the matching line of freckles on her face where his birthmark framed his cheek, that was her sign. They’d been spun from the same thread, some goodness and capacity for love had to be deep in his heart, past the blanket of evil, if he was meant for her. That scared her, but then again, love always had, even without matching soul marks.

So long as she don’t have to meet his family any time soon, she thinks she can handle the one wily bastard. He’s at least not as quick to violence anymore, keeping his little knives and guns and bone weapons outta her home. After her long nights, she knows she’s in for some kind of chaos with him, just no more panicking and shit going flying the second she opens the door and catches him off guard.

The rules of her sweetie are the same as the rules of a toddler or a puppy; generally, silence is a bad sign. If she’s got time to put down her bag and come all the way inside without being jumped on for affection, she knows he’s gone and gotten into something.

Tense, on guard for her honey’s seven foot little brother to come popping out around a corner, Stretch makes it halfway up the stairs before she hears her name being called.

“Vanny, come l-lookie!”

“What’s ‘a matter?” She calls back, cracking an exasperated smile of her own when he only giggles in response. Lord, she’s about in for it.

Of all the things she was expecting to walk in on, none of it was the sight of her Bobby squeezed into one of her pants-suit sets. So much for savin’ that for a special formal occasion, now that it’s all stretched to hell.

“Oh.. my?”

The skirt fits his body tight but well enough, pulled just barely above his hips under the pouch of his tummy, squishing his thighs so tightly together his knees knock. It’s the top she’s mostly worried about. A little white and silver thing that’s supposed to go under the nice jacket, short straps twisted around his gangly limbs so his arms pinned above his head from those usually delicate sleeves. All the while the bottom half of the blouse barely makes it past his chest from the stretch of the broad span of his shoulders.

He explains himself by, “I-I-I wanted to s-see, but I can’t g-gets out now.”

As if she couldn’t tell he was stuck.

Stretch gives an amused little sigh and steps her way over to him to assess, “Lemme see, sug. Put your arms down?”

“Can’t.” Bobby thrashes and hops and, from the sound of it, pops a few stitches on the garments just to prove he’s well and truly unable to.

The thing that confuses Stretch is how he managed to get into this mess. She doesn’t even mind the state of her nice outfit at first, so much as she’s just downright perplexed, “I know I am not this much smaller than you, mister.”

But sure enough, she gives the bottom of the blouse a hearty tug, and it don’t budge even an inch. Just more unsettling ripping noises from a seam somewhere.

“How on earth-“

This time she weasels her arm up under the top entirely and pulls outward, trying to expand the inside and make some room to sneak it over his head. But the second there’s tension in the blouse fabric, it digs into skin painfully.

“Ow-ow-ow-ow!!” Bobby whines, pulling away to go stamp his feet and rid himself of frustration. Stretch watches him wiggle his feelings out, much as he can while he’s stuck as slick on ice. It’d be sorta cute to watch, if he weren’t so stubborn wedged in there, and especially not after he suggests, “You gonna hafta cut me o-out.”

That causes her to flinch back, quickly chiding him, “No! I ain’t cuttin’ you free! I like this set!”

Left to his devices on a backup plan, Bobby smiles somethin’ sharp and mischievous, a new idea popping up. Most probably, a suggestive one.

“Lord, what now?” Stretch sighs, knowing whatever comes out of her man’s mouth next is ‘bout to be ridiculous.

“Y-You know what I use w-when somethin’ wont fit?” Bobby hums, all proud of himself for the innuendo.

Takes her a second, but she realizes his meaning, and as much as she hates to say it- “That just might work.”

She ain’t ashamed to say she lubed her boyfriend outta that nice outfit. Some Vaseline, body lotion, and the tiniest bit of actual lubricant, and they got enough wiggle room to pull the top up half an inch, which was then enough space to get his elbows out of the tightened sleeves to freedom without tearing anything. The skirt came even easier with just a little around the hips and thighs. Almost got herself kicked in the face though from how fast the skirt finally came off.

Lord knows Bobby’s all too pleased to brag about being lubed clean out of his clothes. Good thing for Stretch, he also suggests they put the extra to use and put a little between his legs instead of just on the outside. Normally, she’d prefer a shower after work, want a moment to rest a good cup of coffee, but they didn’t spend all that time gettin’ her honey naked and slippery just to waste it.