#no but adleys face is so???

[nerdrops]

whenever i’m sad about orioles baseball i think back to this clip from last year where gunnar starts squeezing adleys arm and adley looks like he just had an awakening

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MC can be so unhinged (and also a cheeky brat) at times and I love it.

MC: So you want me to retrieve your friend’s heirloom watch?

Edgar Adley: Merlin, no, you’re a STUDENT, I want you to stay away from the big spider that ate my friend’s face

MC: ‘Retrieve friend’s heirloom from face eating spider’, got it

MC: I went through all this trouble to get Ferdinand’s portrait back but now he’s really annoying and ungrateful, so in the Hogshead he goes

Ferdinand’s portrait in the Hogshead being used for target practice

MC pats themself on the back as they leave

Professor Fig: Alohomora is a useful spell, remind me to teach you

MC breaks into people’s houses at night to steal magic monkey statues for the alcoholic caretaker instead

MC, polyjuiced as Professor Black: really, what’s with the new fifth year, they never seem to be at school

Last but not least:

MC to Fastidio: I respect and understand your desire to terrorise my customers and will allow you to do so after nine o’ clock

MC to Penny: So I’ve been thinking, let’s close the shop at nine

[whor3-chata]

adley in bed ;))

warnings! this is pure filth lmaoooo

18+ only!! im pretty sure this is gender neutral?

soooo handsy

needs to feel all of you - runs his hands over eeevery inch of you, as if he's trying to commit every part of you to memory

holds you impossibly close too, can't stand to have you an inch farther from him than he has to

once you’re getting into it all clothes need to come off! now!! 

can joke around and keep a lighthearted mood but you swear you never see him get as serious as he does when he wants needs you

his voice gets sooo low and raspy, will lean down and murmur dirty things in your ear

as you’re just getting into it his head will make a home between your ear and your neck, leaving openmouthed kisses, whispering into your skin and ear, just nuzzling in there in general

listen!! he is a gentleman!! he absolutely makes sure you get off before he does, using his hands, mouth, watching your reactions to everything, soaking it all in

you swear there’s no view better than that of him looking up at you from between your legs

fs a tease, just loves to play with you and watch you get frustrated and impatient 

“aww you need it that bad? you can't wait just a little longer?” with that smug look in his eyes

honestly surprising that he doesn’t immediately give in to your whining and begging

but the truth is he lives to hear how badly you need him

“c’mon, tell me how badly you need it baby” “oh that bad? really?”

sets a slow but steady, unforgiving pace

has to be holding you too

your hips, your face, your head, your neck, whatever he can get his hands on

if you say you want to go on top, however, he will not stop you

thinks the sight of you moving up and down on him is the most heavenly view in the world

is also very down for you to take charge if you feel so inclined

is so so eager to please and loves when you tell him how good he’s being

you can see his brain turn off when you pull his hair and call him a good boy

ok, i feel like this is not going to be a popular opinion, HOWEVER i need to speak my truth

adley would absolutely be down to bottom for you

HEAR ME OUT

he wouldn’t bring it up, but if you want to try it out and suggest it,,, well he’ll try anything once

would be a little nervous and you’d have to reassure him and talk him through it

he’d be a little embarrassed by how much he enjoys it

but once you give him that safe space to explore that???

omg he’d make the most beautiful little noises

just totally turn into a whining whimpering mess

has to be holding you during it

your hand, your hip, your arm, your side

and no matter what you do, cuddles at the end are a must

even if you’re going another round after

and he loooooooves to go another round after

but truly his aftercare game is unmatched

lots of giggles and talking about what you liked and maybe what didn’t go great

he knows there’s always room to improve!

(even though you can’t imagine anything better than what he just gave u)

but he will go get something to clean the both of you up and will make sure you go pee!

i can see him being a biiiiig bath guy

just loves chilling in the tub with you after

and the quality of sleep you both get post-sex is unmatched

[subterlyfitumtale]

Analysis 2.0 made by Daniel and me/Adley of Canon Subtertale Chara:

A Soul Torn Between Love and Hatred:

Chara, living in the town of Jasuttisuville, has always been caught between this: the peaceful life monsters once shared with humans and the bitter legacy of the war that drove them underground. This tension is at the heart of her character.

She despises humanity for its betrayal and cruelty, believing they are responsible for the suffering of her beloved monster family.

This deep-seated hatred drives much of her internal conflict. However, despite her intense loathing for humans, Chara has a softer side, one that is deeply protective and nurturing towards those she loves.

Her curiosity is another key aspect of her personality. She is always seeking answers, often probing into the deeper mysteries of the Underground and the history of the war.

Yet this curiosity is tempered by a degree of mischief; Chara enjoys pushing boundaries, though she does so with careful thought rather than recklessness. Her actions are always deliberate, measured, and aimed at achieving specific outcomes—whether those are understanding the past or safeguarding her future.

A Protector and a Guardian:

One of the most striking features of Chara in Subtertale is her strong sense of loyalty and protectiveness toward her loved ones. While she may hate humanity as a whole, she is fiercely devoted to the monsters who took her in and became her true family. Her love for them is expressed through small acts of kindness and deep emotional connections, though her reserved nature often prevents her from showing affection openly. This contrast—her quiet demeanor against her intense, nearly obsessive loyalty—makes Chara a character who is difficult to fully understand at first glance but who reveals layers of complexity over time.

Chara’s formal, concise manner of speaking further enhances her role as a reserved protector. She is not one for unnecessary words or gestures. When she speaks, she does so with clarity and purpose, reflecting her sharp intellect and decisive nature. This reserved, formal personality is a direct reflection of the hardships she has endured; she has learned to keep her emotions in check, using her sharp mind and fierce determination to protect herself and those she loves.

Determination and Purpose:

At the core of Chara’s character is her unyielding determination. Like many characters in Subtertale, she possesses a fierce resolve that drives her forward, no matter how impossible the odds may seem.

Her determination is not born from an abstract concept but from a very real desire to protect the monsters and bring justice to those who wronged them. It is a force that cannot be easily swayed or broken, much like the barrier that imprisons the monsters underground.

This makes Chara a formidable ally but also a dangerous enemy to those who stand against her.

Her hatred for humanity does not blind her, though—it sharpens her. Chara's determination is channeled into a deep focus on her goals. Every action she takes, every choice she makes, is in pursuit of a singular purpose: to right the wrongs of the past and ensure that the monsters are never threatened again. Her ability to remain calm under pressure, to think through even the most difficult situations, and to act with precision and control are testaments to her mental fortitude.

This makes her a central figure in Lyra's journey through the Underground, as Chara's guidance—though often indirect—helps shape the choices Lyra faces.

Chara's Personality:

She is a curious, slightly mischievous girl, hates humanity, has a caring and protective side towards her loved ones, and is reserved.

She is very polite, formal, and concise.

And she has a fierce and unwavering determination.

In Subtertale's Genocide route...it is the player who controls Chara so she controls Lyra.

[starlightrunesgang]

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_Subtertale – Our first Undertale alternate universe_:

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-History of Subtertale:

Years ago...Humans and Monsters reigned together and peacefully on the surface.

(The surface/The Human Kingdom: Cities of the Humans: **Ketteiville**, **Shymattiville** and **Jasuttisuville**. The City of the Monsters: **Peyshenville**).

However, everything changed when a radical group of humans who lived in **Shymattiville**, began to spread hatred and fear towards monsters, triggering a devastating war.

The war ended with the overwhelming victory of the humans, the monsters were driven from the surface and exiled in the underground, where they were enclosed by an impenetrable magical barrier imposed by the humans.

Years later, Mount Ebott became a forbidden and mysterious place where legends say that anyone who dares to climb Mount Ebott never returns.

The story of Subtertale begins when the main character, Lyra, a curious and brave girl who lived in **Ketteiville**, in the year 201X, after climbed the Mount Ebott, the place where 6 humans had disappeared, falls into an abyss and wakes up in the Ruins, inside the underground.

(Chara lives in Jasuttisuville. All 6 human souls live in Ketteiville).

Lyra finds herself in an unknown world, full of strange and dangerous monsters, but also full of friendship and hope.

Guided by her determination, Lyra embarks on an epic journey through the dark passages of the underground, encountering memorable characters such as Sans, a lazy but cunning skeleton; Toriel, a former queen of the Underground and maternal monster who cares for the lost in the Ruins; and Undyne, a brave fish warrior and leader of the royal guard who seeks freedom for her people.

As Lyra progresses, she faces difficult decisions that will test her morality and empathy.

Can Lyra find a way to break the barrier and free the monsters underground? Or will she succumb to the dark forces that seek to keep the monsters trapped underground forever?

(The human souls in Subtertale are the same as the human souls of Undertale.

The real names of the human souls are:

Chara and Lyra (Determination)

Fátima (Bravery)

Edward (Kindness)

Natalia (Perseverance)

Brice (Justice)

Rocío (Integrity)

Marta (Patience)

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Pacifist Route:

Description: Lyra always avoids combat and seeks to resolve conflicts peacefully. She tries to make friends and find solutions that don't involve violence.

Pacifist Final Boss: Asriel Dreemurr, a powerful being who represents an emotional and moral challenge to Lyra. The battle against Asriel Dreemurr is a moving experience that tests Lyra's determination and compassion.

In the Pacifist route the monsters are released from the Underground.

-After the Pacifist route Lyra gives part of her soul to Chara so that he can come back to life.

Also...Lyra gave part of her determination to Flowey to bring Asriel back to life.

I/Adley brought back the human souls except integrity. Currently the human souls, Lyra, Chara and Asriel live with Toriel and Asgore in house in Ketteiville.

-After the pacifist, all the monsters went to live in Peyshenville...except Sans, Papyrus, Mettaton, Toriel, Asgore, Alphys, Undyne and Napstablook who went to live in Ketteiville with Chara and Lyra.

-Also...after this route...Sans, Chara and Lyra explain to all their friends: Toriel, Asgore, Papyrus, Mettaton, Flowey, Alphys, Undyne, Grillby and Napstablook...that the multiverse and the aus exist and they also explain that Kamydley, their sister and Rocío's true identity exist.

The general reaction of Lyra and Chara's friends, the monsters, upon hearing Sans, Chara, and Lyra's explanation of the existence of AUs and the multiverse, as well as the history of Kamydxiel, Kamydley, and Rocío, is one of shock and confusion.

All of them gaping at the revelation that there are alternate realities and that they have been created by divine forces.

All of them feel a glimmer of hope upon learning that Rocío, despite her origins, is good and seeks to do good, which resonates with their desire to live in peace again.

The idea that their lives and the history they know are just one part of a vast multiverse is overwhelming to them, but also intriguing, prompting them to consider exploring and understanding more about their place in this new landscape.

In the end, a feeling of unity and determination begins to emerge between them as they realize that their struggle for peace and acceptance on the surface might be connected to something much bigger than they had imagined.

Neutral Route:

Description: Lyra makes decisions that are not necessarily peaceful but not completely violent either. Her actions can oscillate between compassion and confrontation, without clearly leaning towards peace or violence.

Neutral Final Bosses: Asgore and Omega Flowey, Omega Flowey is a distorted and terrifying form of Flowey. This battle is chaotic and challenging, with Omega Flowey displaying a series of surprising transformations and attacks.

In the Neutral route Lyra has only two options:

First option: Stay with the monsters underground forever and find a way to break the barrier with the help of the monsters.

Second option: Use Asgore's soul and the 6 human souls to break the barrier and leave the Underground and never return to the underground, leaving the monsters trapped in the underground forever.

Genocidal Route:

Description: Lyra chooses to confront and kill all the monsters in the Underground, showing no compassion or empathy.

Final boss: Sans, a powerful and cunning character who faces Lyra as the last defender of the underground. The battle against Sans is known for its extreme difficulty and emotional impact, representing the grim climax of the genocidal route.

The end of the Genocide route is the same as the end of the Genocide route in Undertale.

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[lukeevangelista]

4 (+1) Times Something Happens to One of You and the Other Checked on the Other - Adley Rutschman

Hi.

So I’m obsessed with another rookie- well former

Above is Adley Rutschman and I said I was gonna write something so here we are. You may not know who he is, but give it a chance and maybe drop a like or a reblog 🥹

So scenario 4+5 are shorter than the rest due to me running out of ideas 😅

Please become acquainted with him because I’ll be posting about this beautiful not quite frequently- also Justin Herbert so stayed tuned

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1. Adley let out a small laugh as he watched you and Ashe, your Australian Shepherd, in the floor of your apartment, you tugging one end of the rope, your dog having the other.

“What if I just.. let go?” You looked up at Adley, who immediately let a ‘do not do that’ leave his lips.

“But imagine how funny-“

“That is our child and you will not-“

You rolled your eyes as you shook the toy in your hand.

“Don’t get mad at her if she accidentally-“

What he was going to say happened.

Ashe had accidentally bit your hand as she went for the end of the rope you were holding.

“Are you okay?” He sighed.

“Im fine! No blood!” You softly smiled as you held your hand up to show him, “besides she didn’t mean to.” You said as you petted behind her ear.

You started to play with her again as she jumped around on the floor, eventually finding a position with her butt in the air as she wiggled back and forth before letting out a bark- signaling you to throw or do something with the toy she was eyeing in your hands.

You let a devilish grin appear on your face as your dog let go and of the rope, you quickly lifting it above your head before chucking it into the kitchen- which your dog followed.

She slid on the floor, softly hitting the cabinets causing you to let out a giggle as she strutted back over to you, the rope happily in her mouth.

“I told you-“

“You didn’t say I couldn’t toss it.”

“Okay fair point.” He sighed as he let a small laugh leave his lips as Ashe jumped on the couch, snuggling next to him.

His left hand ran through her fur as his eyes looked towards you.

“My girls.”

******

2.

“Babe? Can I come in? I have to pee.” You hollered through the closed door of your apartment.

“Yeah!” He shouted back as he turned the water off.

He was currently in the shower, fixing to get ready for another game.

He stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped tightly around his waist. He quickly dried off before tugging a pair of boxers on, him starting to brush his teeth.

You quickly did you business before washing your hands as your eyes glanced up and down his body before settling on three dark spots.

The other on his bicep.

One on his ribs.

The last one on his thigh, peeking out from under his boxers.

Adley had gotten hit by a pitch three times in yesterdays game. The last pitch to the ribs is what caused him to get benched until he could be checked out by the team doctor

They cleared him to play today as long as there wasn’t any pain, which he promised there wasn’t. You knew better. You knew he was hiding it just so he could play and help the team succeed and hopefully clinch a playoff spot.

“Your ribs look bad Ad.” You sighed as your lightly ran your thumb over it causing him to flinch.

“I’m fine babe.” He said as he pulled away, his bruised bicep flexing as he put his tooth brush in the holder before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I just think you should sit this one out.” You stated, “Your bruised up and clearly it’s sore or you wouldn’t have-“

“I said I’m fine!” Adley snapped as he whipped around tugging his shirt on.

He walked out of the bathroom, not looking back towards you. He started to feel bad as he sat down on the bed.

It wasn’t long you were walking out of the bathroom, your hair loosely curled and simple makeup on- just enough to get you through this game day.

You ignore his stares as you walked to your closet, quickly grabbing some jeans, a white t-shirt, and his jersey before slipping it all on.

“I’ll be downstairs whenever you’re ready.” You whispered as you turned around to leave your room causing him to let out a sigh.

“Wait.” He started, “Come here.”

You slowly walked over to him, his hands loosely draped around the back of your legs, his knees on either side of yours.

“I’m sorry.” He said as he looked up at you, “I really am. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. I know you were just worried.”

“I know you didn’t- I just don’t think you should play if you’re hurt Adley.” You sighed.

“Baby, I’m fine. I promise. I wouldn’t be going out there and jeopardizing our chances for a berth if I was.” He said as he softly pulled you down by the jersey that had his last name on it, “I promise I’m fine though and I do appreciate you caring so much.”

“Whatever you say Rutschman.” You rolled your eye as you pressed a kiss to his lips, “Now hurry up before you’re late.”

*******

3.

You were currently in the kitchen, chopping up some lettuce when the knife got too close to your finger, slicing the top of it.

“Fuck!” You shouted as you dropped the knife, it hitting the floor with a clang.

You quickly grabbed a paper towel, wrapping it tightly around the wound. The cut was worse than you had realized because the paper towel was more red than white at this point.

“You okay?”

“No!”

It didn’t take Adley long to get down the stairs, him seeing you swapping the red paper towel for a fresh one. He walked over his hand grabbing yours as he grabbed the dishrag from the stove.

“Hey! That’s my good-“

“You’re bleeding. I do not care about your rag baby.” He laughed, “I will buy you 10 more.”

“I’m taking you up on that. That one matched the-“

“Stop.” He laughed as he applied tighter pressure to your hand, “Let’s get you cleaned up now.”

He guided you to the bathroom. You sat on the toilet seat lid as he unwrapped the paper towel.

“That might need stitches babe.” He sighed as he inspected it closer, “I think we should go to the hospital.”

“I’m fine- just slap a bandaid on it.” You said as you stood up, starting to rummage through the medicine cabinet, “A little Neosporin and a band aid is a cure all.” You shrugged.

“If it hasn’t stopped bleeding in 30 minutes, you’re going.” He stated as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head before spinning you around to help you wrap your hand up.

30 minutes came, 30 minutes went and you were now on your way to the hospital, Adley driving.

“I think this is stupid.” You grumbled, him rolling his eyes at you.

“You’ll thank me later.”

**

“We’re just going to run some simple tests on you today and then we’ll stitch your hand right up.” The doctor smiled, “because of you having a slight temperature, we want to make sure you all okay before we let you leave here.” She added once she saw the confusion on your face.

“Okay that’s fine.” You shrugged as you watched the nurse come in, her little kit sitting on the counter.

She quickly got everything ready, her fingers finding a vein, “You’ll feel a quick pinch.”

“Just do it.” You said, “Don’t tell me when you do it.” You said, having a slight fear of needles.

Moments went by as she was talking before you felt a pinch.

“Don’t jerk!” She said as she placed her hand on your shoulder, Adley holding your other hand.

She got what she needed, “the doctor will be in with your test results soon.”

You nodded.

The nurse took your blood sample out to the lab before coming back to start stitching your hand up.

It was about 45 minutes when the doctor came in, a soft smile on her face as she placed the piece of paper down on the counter.

“So I have some news.” She started, “Did you know you were pregnant?”

“Im- what?” You asked, your eyes widening and you looked towards Adley, “We- we were so careful.” You whispered.

“It’ll all be okay.” He softly smiled as he sat beside you.

“I’ll leave you two be. You can check out any time. Every thing else looked okay on your results.” She said as she walked towards the door, “Congratulations you guys.”

****

4.

You quickly moved away from Adley, you two cuddling on the couch. You shot up, dashing to the bathroom- trying to beat the bile that was currently rising up your throat.

You slammed the door behind you before emptying your guts in the toilet.

You had gagged a couple of times before coming to the conclusion that you were done before sitting next to the toilet, your back leaning against the shower door.

You heard a soft knock on the door, seeing Adley poke his head in.

“You okay?” He asked as he slowly opened the door before walking in.

“Yeah.” You whispered as you made eye contact with him, “your child just doesn’t like whatever I ate earlier.”

“That’s my boy.” He laughed, “All that spicy stuff… well I don’t need two of you to take care of because you’ve ate your weight in hot stuff.”

“Stop making fun of me.” You stifled a laugh as he sat down beside you, pulling you into his chest, “Im the one sick here.”

“Well hopefully it won’t be long before he’s joining us.”

****

5.

“I’m the one that just went through 8 hours of labor and you’re the one sick?” You quietly laughed as you watched your son in the little rolling bed next to your bed.

“That was absolutely insane and I didn’t not expect that.” He said as he started to look sicker by the minute.

He started towards the bathroom, you letting a chuckle out.

He came back out moments later, looking relieved as he walked over to you.

You knew he had cleaned up, mainly because he had sat all of yours and his toiletries in the bathroom the moment you all had got there.

“You feeling better?” You chuckled.

He nodded, “So much. I just didn’t expect that. At all.” He sighed as he stood next to the bed, his eyes looking over at his son before looking back at you, “I cant believe you did that.” He said as he ran his hand through your hair, “We made that.” He grinned from above you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“We made a beautiful baby Ad.”

“We sure did.”

[lifeofpriya]

Surprise...? - Adley Rutschman imagine

[gif credit goes to @eyeblackriley]

summary: someone special to adley surprises him for his birthday...

"Adley's going to love this surprise," Josie couldn't help but giggle to herself as she ushered you into the house. "He stepped out for the moment, but trust me, I think he's going to burst into tears when he sees you...He misses you that much, Y/N."

Originally, you were going to miss your boyfriend's birthday party on the account that you are a student at a college almost halfway across the country and he was back in Oregon, where he was spending the offseason with his family...or so you thought until Josie, Adley's sister, messaged you one night and talked about how much he was missing you and how sulky he was to the point she couldn't bear seeing him so immediately after the conversation, you booked a flight to Eugene and planned to spend a few days with him and his family before you had to return.

"Y/N, honey, you made it!" A giant grin lit up Mama Rutschman's face as soon as she saw you; bringing you into a warm embrace. "It's so good to see you again."

You couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle and hug her back, "it's great to see you too, Mama Rutschman," you quietly whispered while pulling away from the hug.

"I think Adley and his father are coming back in a few minutes," Mama Rutschman soon spoke after glancing at the wall clock across the room. "We need to act quickly before the cat's out of the bag!"

You knew what she was getting at, so you nodded your head and smiled at the ladies standing in front of you. "I'll go unpack my stuff and get freshened up for the party; Josie, send me the signal when it's time for the grand reveal."

"Aye, aye, captain," Josie jokingly winked at you and gave you a playful salute.

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"Why do I feel like something's going to happen?" Adley couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow at his family as they gathered around in the dining room. He glanced at his sister for a moment, who offered him no help but a simple shrug.

Then he glanced at his parents, who also feigned innocence and pretended to ignore the question.

There was definitely something going on. And Adley wanted to get to the bottom of it.

While Adley appeared to be lost in his thoughts for what appeared to be a few moments, Josie jumped at the opportunity to send you the all-clear signal.

"Thank god, my knees were starting to cry," you mumbled under your breath while standing up from your crouched position behind the kitchen counter island. You then held onto the small round birthday cake in your hands with a firm grip, "well, here goes nothing."

Quietly humming to yourself, you sauntered into the dining room, where an unsuspecting Adley awaited your presence. Well, needless to say, your surprise plan was almost perfect...until you stumbled on your feet and the cake flew from your hands and onto his face.

Josie and her parents couldn't stifle their giggles as they watched Adley try to wipe the buttercream frosting from his face.

As soon as he got the frosting out of his eyes, he couldn't help but stare at you with a sly smirk.

"Surprise...?" It was all you could muster out while staring at him with a sheepish grin.

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tag list: @ethancale

[slothmeters]

hii!! i was wondering if you would write a adley rutschman imagine?? maybe they confess their feelings towards one another? (best friends to lovers??) if so - thank you!!!

Do best friends do what we do? - Adley Rutschman

w/c- 2066

warnings- cursing (literally like one word), implied smut towards the end, self-deprecating talks

while I was writing this I got a little carried away and decided to put things that were important to me. Being able to love yourself and see yourself as you do other people is something that I will forever want everyone to experience. I struggle with self-hate, and I have recently started to not compare myself to others because you never know what they have done to look the way that they do. They could also be hating themselves. What I'm trying to say is basically, always love yourself no matter what. You are strong and beautiful always and forever. <3

Thank you for the request!!

Being a star baseball player with a hot best friend was difficult.

Especially difficult when you’ve been in love with her for years.

Today was like any other off-day for me. I was hanging out with my best friend y/n, rewatching Peaky Blinders, and eating Chinese takeout. She had her eyes fixated on John Shelby, who she thought was so hot. Having her look at someone else made me jealous.

“Hey y/n, would you wanna go to dinner with me tomorrow? My parents are coming to town and I want you to come with me.”

The words didn’t completely fall out of my mouth before she agreed.

“Oh my gosh yes! You don’t even have to ask! I love your parents! How long are they gonna be here for?”

God, she’s perfect. I love her.

“They’re just going to be here for the weekend. My dad has a conference in the city, so they wanted to stop in and catch up with me”

The rays of the golden hour came through the curtains to cast a brightening light on y/n’s beautiful face. Her prominent cheekbones, long, brown hair, and her juniper eyes. 

I could really be lost in the world of y/n l/n forever. 

“Adleyyyy! Adley Stan Rutschman I swearrr! I’ve been talking to you for the past 2 minutes what sort of daydream are you in?!”

Whoops, my bad. I didn’t mean to be gone in la la land for so long, but how could I not? She’s everything.

“What did you say y/n/n?” I replied to her, blushing mildly. 

“Is Josie coming? I miss my favorite Rutschman child.”

I slap my hand over my heart in fake hurt, “How rude ma’am. You’re not coming anymore.”

I stand up on the couch pointing my finger in the air and saying in a really bad British accent, “Madam y/n y/m/n y/l/n, you have here-on been banished from any Rutschman family gatherings on the count of the fact that yo-”

y/n also stands up and slowly starts creeping towards me.

“You will never forget this moment Mister Stinky Poopy Butt!” You will never banish me! I am the ruler of the Rutschman Kingdom Muahaha!” 

Then an idea hits me. I know what I have to do.

I tackle her onto the couch and begin tickling her.

“Nooo, I surrender Ad, I surrender!” 

Her continuous laugh is music to my ears; the most infectious thing on the planet. 

As our laughing dies down, we’re left staring at each other in a not-awkward silence. Me, kneeling in between her thighs our hands holding me from falling on top of her, just staring into each other. 

“I guess I better tell you, Josie isn’t coming, She has work. So now I guess I’m your favorite Rutschman sibling.” I said sticking out my tongue.

“You’ve always been my favorite Ads. My best friend forever.”

As the last sunlight went below the horizon, y/n laid her head on my lap, and I played with her hair, as we turned the tv to watch our comfort movie, Puss in Boots.

To be honest, I haven’t even been watching the movie. I’ve been focusing on the girl below my eyesight. 

We say that we’re best friends, but I know that best friends don’t cuddle on the couch and watch a movie that they’ve been watching together for 12 years.

 As kids, we had to take y/ns younger siblings to go see this movie, as the movie theater was just across the street from our houses. 

We ended up liking this movie just as much as the little kids. 

After that, we started having movie nights every single weekend.

She’s come to me crying over boyfriends that have mistreated her, and every single time I’ve been the one to pick up the pieces. 

She’s the one that followed me to Oregon State, and all the way out here to fucking Maryland because she didn’t want me to be alone while I was living my dream. 

There’s no way that best friends do that.

I notice the jealousy in her eyes when a girl comes up to me at the bar when we’re out with the team, but I always brush them off. She doesn’t know that it’s because of her. 

She was the first person I embraced when I found out I had been drafted first overall, she was my first phone call the night that I got too wasted with the team after my first mlb start, she’s always been a first.

The end credits of the movie started rolling when I finally came back to reality.

I felt the steady breathing of y/n under my arm, and I knew that she had fallen asleep.

When I looked at the time I realized that it was nearing 11 o’clock. 

It was too late to wake the sleeping girl up, so I brought her upstairs with me to go to bed.

She stirred a little bit as I lifted her up, “Adley?”

“Yea, I’m just bringing you up to go to bed, it’s late, and I’m not letting you drive back home.”

She just put her head back into my chest and fell right back asleep. 

Instead of turning to the guest room like I normally would, I brought her straight to my bedroom. The bed was five times comfier and the blankets fluffier. 

I knew we had some serious talking to do tomorrow.

As I tried to rest, I couldn’t stop thinking about the gorgeous girl next to me.

The nightlight that I put on that side of the room specifically for when she stayed over brought enough light to her face so I could see how peaceful she looked as she slept.

Tossing and turning, the hours felt like minutes until I finally fell asleep around four.

Waking up to the bright sunlight coming through the shade, I looked to the left of me to see if y/n was still there, and there she was, cuddled into me like a koala. 

Brushing her hair out of her face, her eyes fluttered open.

“I don’t even remember going to sleep last night.” she chuckled

She laid her head back down for a few seconds before seemingly getting the courage to get up and head to the bathroom.

As she got up, my eyes followed her. The way she stumbled in the mornings, and the way her sweatpants rolled to look like pantaloons. She was still the most beautiful thing to me.

I didn’t hear anything for a few minutes, nor did she send me anything on tik tok, and I was starting to get worried. She’s normally always a pretty loud person.

Walking towards the door, I heard soft sniffles, something that wasn’t normal.

“y/n? You ok in there?” I softly knocked on the door. 

No answer followed. 

I hesitantly opened the door with my hand covering my eyes.

“No, don’t come in, I don’t want you seeing me like this!” She sobbed loudly.

I quickly uncovered my hands to see her, on the floor with her knees up to her chest. 

She had nothing on but her sports bra and underwear, but I didn’t care because something was making her upset. 

Her phone was face up on the tile next to her and I see that her Instagram comments pulled up. 

She had posted her Pittsburgh Eras Tour Night 1 pictures feeling that she had edited them enough. 

She had sent me the pictures so many times so I could “see which ones were social media worthy”, though I thought that all of them were.

She had spent months coordinating her outfit, just to make sure it was perfect.

Her sobs haven’t ceased, but only grew as I reached for her phone to read the comments displayed on the screen. 

‘Should you really be wearing a shirt like that?’

‘Nobody wants to see all that’

‘Everyone is definitely lying when they her pretty’

She looked up at me as I finished reading what she once had. Her green eyes were now bloodshot, once full of life, now filled with sadness that would make Eeyore flinch.

I scooped her into the tightest hug that I could muster, all while stroking her hair and telling her that it was ok over and over again.

She pulled away from the hug, picking up her phone to look at the pictures once more.

“Am I ugly Adley? I mean I know I’m not a Victoria’s Secret model, but I don’t think I’m ugly.”

“No honey, you’re not ugly. You’re the most beautiful person I know.”

“I mean I know I could lose a couple of pounds, but I’m healthy, and I do take care of myself.”

“I know, and hey, so what if you’re not a size 2? You’re beautiful, and not everyone’s body works in the same way. Those people have no idea what they’re talking about. They don’t know the real you, the you who lights up when she sees echidna puggles online, or when you see your family, or even the way your nose crinkles when you smell a pickle.”

I was close to tears now. I never knew that she was hurting. I would’ve done everything in my power to reassure her that my world revolves around her and that she is everything to me.

She smiled through her tears as she wiped the tears from my eyes.

“I love you Ad, I’m sorry that I kept this from you for so long. I promise I’ve been going to therapy to help better myself and my self-image. You never make me feel anything less than beautiful.”

Her hand flew over her mouth as she gasped.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to say that. You can ask me to leave if you want. Just tell your parents that I got sick. You don’t have to talk to me again. I don’t know how you feel towards me but I’ve been in love with you since 2nd grade.”

I just sat there, my mouth agape as I took in everything that she said. I had spent all last night wondering how I was going to ask her out, but every single idea failed as my mind immediately turned to her rejecting me.

���Y/n, I love you too. Yesterday, when you were asking me about Josie, I didn’t hear you because I was too busy focusing on you. The way your eyes glistened in the sun, bringing out every shade of green and yellow that live in them, and the way that your hair so freaking effortlessly shines in any light. How could you not have noticed me staring at you like it was you who hung the moon and the stars?”

Our hands found their way together as we never broke eye contact. 

I forgot that we were in the middle of my bathroom floor, we could’ve been anywhere in the world and she would still be my sole focus. 

“Just kiss me Ad, I’ve waited way too long to do this.”

I pulled her into a kiss and the second our lips touched everything felt right. It felt like all of the stars aligned, as fireworks went off in my head and butterflies in my stomach. 

Our lips connecting was like the final piece in our complicated puzzle finally coming together. 

Every time we were out, we were told how cute a couple we were, I always reluctantly told them that we were just friends. Now I didn’t have to do that.

As we pulled away, our lips were red and puffy.

She let out a small giggle as she said, “Maybe I should put on clothes now unless you don't want me to and we can move this into another room?”

She slowly stood up, grabbing my hand as we both walked back through the door and into my bedroom. Making up for all of the missed time that we missed together.

I never thought that I would say that I was happy to see the love of my life, half-naked, crying on my bathroom floor, but now I can sense that we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together. 

Man the things that this woman does to me.

[chicagocubsreactions]

MLB players dressing down Nike, Fanatics over new uniforms that look ‘like a replica’

[Original article]

The top story of spring training so far has nothing to do with the seams and stitches on a baseball. Instead, the talk of spring is all about the seams and stitches of the new jersey that Major League Baseball’s on-field uniform provider has rolled out for this season: the Nike Vapor Premier.

Nike claims the new jersey is softer, lighter and stretchier than the previous model. Many players say it’s worse. In clubhouses around the league on Wednesday, they criticized the jerseys’ poor fit, cheap look, inconsistent quality and small lettering.

“It looks like a replica,” Angels outfielder Taylor Ward said. “It feels kind of like papery. It could be great when you’re out there sweating, it may be breathable. But I haven’t had that opportunity yet to try that out. But from the looks of it, it doesn’t look like a $450 jersey.

“So far, thumbs down.”

At his locker, Angels reliever Carlos Estévez was in a tizzy over the new threads. He pulled out a couple tops and pairs of pants to show that the shades didn’t match. He laughed at the spacing and shrunken nature of the lettering on the back of the jersey. And he bemoaned the fact he can’t customize his pants to his preference, the way pitchers once could, tailoring the fit to their big dumpers and tree-trunk thighs.

“When I wear my pants, I feel like I’m wearing someone else’s pants,” Estévez said.

“I could see Estévez (flexing),” Ward said, “and it just ripping in the back.”

An airing of sartorial grievances that began earlier this week at the St. Louis Cardinals complex in Jupiter, Fla. has resulted in Nike, which engineered and designed the jerseys, and Fanatics, which manufactured them, facing blowback from big leaguers and baseball fans alike. The complaints prompted players to take their displeasure to their union, and the MLBPA is now involved in relaying the players’ concerns.

But anyone paying attention only to official channels would have little idea what the fuss was about. As that storm of criticism brewed in clubhouses, MLB and Nike ran a joint press release about the new jersey that included rave reviews from Cardinals third baseman Nolan Arenado (“It’s almost like wearing my favorite shirt out on the field”), Orioles catcher Adley Rutschman (“much more breathable, with vents on the numbers and better airflow all around”) and reigning NL MVP Ronald Acuña Jr. (“Feeling free in the jersey is the best feeling in the world”). All wear Nike gear in games. So do several other stars who have publicly praised the jerseys since Nike debuted them at the 2023 All-Star Game: Mike Trout, Kenley Jansen, Corbin Carroll and Jason Heyward.

Chicago Cubs shortstop Dansby Swanson, who has a Nike endorsement deal, said he reached out to Nike contacts Tuesday to discuss the new jerseys. He’s all for the new materials, he said, but some of the design decisions — like the specific shade of blue on the Cubs jerseys — are worth reconsidering.

“Cubbie blue is its own blue, right?” Swanson said. “This blue on the uniform is a little bit different than Cubbie blue. So how can we just recapture that?”

Swanson’s broader point was that in the design process, Nike may have removed some elements that make each team’s jersey their own. In Cardinals camp, for example, they lamented losing the chain-stitching of player names on the jersey.

“You wouldn’t change the font of, let’s say, the (Atlanta) Falcons,” Swanson said, referring to his favorite National Football League team. “They have a little bit of a futuristic block lettering. That’s unique to their jersey. You wouldn’t then go put that on the New York Giants jersey.” He added, “With some of those things, it’s like this makes a Cubs uniform a Cubs uniform. It doesn’t need to change. I think that they will probably have to end up figuring out a way to kind of go back to what it used to be.”

It is unclear whether these uniforms will differ from those worn in the regular season.

Nike did not respond to a request for comment.

While the jerseys themselves have changed, the main parties in the creation process have been the same since Nike became MLB’s official on-field uniform provider in December 2019, reportedly paying more than $1 billion for a 10-year deal. (Under Armour initially won that bid, back in 2016, but that deal fell apart and Nike swooshed in.) Nike partnered with Fanatics — which had purchased MLB’s 2005-19 uniform supplier, Majestic, in April 2017 — to manufacture the jerseys. So the Nike jerseys are now produced by Fanatics, out of the same Pennsylvania factory where Majestic jerseys were once made.

Chris Creamer, who runs SportsLogos.net, explained in an email Wednesday that it’s surprisingly common for one company to create jerseys for another brand like Fanatics is now doing for Nike. When Fanatics takes over as the National Hockey League’s uniform outfitter this fall, the Fanatics-branded jerseys will be manufactured at the same Quebec factory as the Adidas ones NHL players are wearing this season.

“The money exchanged in these deals is really just for that brand’s corporate logo on the jersey,” Creamer wrote. “The leagues or the companies involved don’t seem too bothered by who is actually producing it.”

A Fanatics spokesperson declined to comment.

Nike claims that in designing the Nike Vapor Premier it “body-scanned more than 300 baseball players to dial in the ideal fit — more athletic and form-fitting than the previous chassis,” which is clothes-speak for template. But a common complaint among players is that Nike has limited the customization of jerseys.

Pitchers, in particular, are huffing about their pants. Before last year, according to multiple pitchers, they had several measurements taken for their pants, which then were tailored. Nike has since simplified the fitting process, and tailoring is not on the table. (“You’re telling me that Fernando Tatis is going to be on the field without painted-on pants?” a pitcher joked. “Robbie Ray with some baggy pants?”)

Some clubhouse managers have taken on the task of tailoring.

Yankees reliever Tommy Kahnle, who fans have given the nickname “Tommy Tightpants,” has leaned into the look. He reached into his locker for his new trousers Wednesday and gave them a “stretch test” with his hands. Not tight enough. Kahnle hadn’t actually put them on yet, but he knew.

“I like the old ones,” Kahnle declared.

A Dodger said he was swimming in his pants.

A Tiger loudly complained, “These pants they made are terrible.”

Among the design tweaks Nike made to this year’s jersey, according to Uni Watch’s Paul Lukas, are stretchier fabric, changing home jerseys from white to a subtle off-white, narrowing the placket (the vertical strip on the front of the shirt upon which the buttons sit), altering the belt loops, moving the MLB logo down on the back of the jersey and reducing the size of the last-name lettering. The latter change has fans fuming and players scratching their heads.

(Link to tweet showing the difference in the jerseys)

Tigers catcher Jake Rogers, who had no other complaints about the jerseys (“It feels good”), noticed that the lettering was visibly smaller this year. “You see an old jersey, my name was like this,” he said, gesturing with his hands, “using up a lot of room.”

“Look at the last names, bro,” Estévez said. “I’m 6-foot-6. This is going to look tiny on me.”

“I think the last names look really bad honestly,” a Cardinals player said. “I saw someone on Twitter said this looks like a Walmart jersey.”

Nike will sell three versions of the Nike Vapor Premier jerseys to fans: Limited Jersey (“inspired by the on-field jersey”), Game Jersey (“replica player jersey”) and Elite Jersey (“authentic jersey, as worn by player on-field”). Only the Limited jersey is currently available; an Acuña can be had for $174.99.

Now situated at Cubs spring training in Mesa, Ariz., Swanson has been sort of stuck in the middle, privy to both complaints from players about the jerseys and chats with Nike employees about them.

“It’s one of those things where there’s good and bad,” Swanson said. “It’s hard to sit here and just blast them about it or praise them for it. There’s stuff on both sides, and I think the beauty is they’re willing to have those conversations. Obviously, if it’s a change of anything, initial reactions are always going to be (strong). But I do think there are some things that could be altered to make it better.”

Whether or not Nike makes changes, this jersey looks different. It feels different. It’ll take time, however, to know whether the Nike Vapor Premier is actually better or worse than the version before it. When Majestic in 2016 introduced its “Cool Base” jersey — lighter, moisture-wicking, more flexible — they felt thinner and cheaper, Creamer said. There were design complications. There was criticism. But eventually, everyone moved on.

Reds catcher Luke Maile said changing jerseys is like changing toilet paper.

“You notice it at first,” he said, “but after a while, it’s just your toilet paper.”

[nerdrops]

oh :(

[sleepy-penmarks]

Whatever it is, get rid of it. Mom’s voice buzzed somewhere in the back of my head. I could almost put my palm there and scratch it away if I wanted to. I could feel her hands on my shoulders still, the throbbing in my chest giving way to fear and then – nothing. Almost as suddenly as it had arrived, I could feel the anger ebbing from my blood. Get rid of it. Now.

This time, there’s nothing stopping me. “Yeah?” I whispered to the hulking mass in front of me. I was sitting up in bed, still infected with post-wake-up annoyance. My voice left my throat in the shape of a dagger – sharp, quick, precise. More of all of those things than I meant. “Well, d’you have a plan? ‘Cause I sure don’t.”

The monster slid out from under my bed, nose twitching, fangs clenched together. Matted yellow fur, bloodred eyes, forked tongue. Claws that I knew could split me open if I so much as breathed wrong. Scraping up my floor as he pulled himself out, even as retracted as they were.

“No,” the thing huffed, standing to face me and sending a loud creak down the floorboards. I shushed him in a quick hiss, praying that Mom didn’t hear the noise. “But,” he continued, “anything is better than this.”

I sighed. He just stared at me, red eyes darting around my face, then widening more and tilting into pity. He was probably looking for my fear. For something to pity. For something. Everyone seemed to need something from me, didn’t they?

I got out of bed to stand and face him, stopping just short of stomping my feet. “It’s not that simple,” I said, raising my voice despite myself. “It’s not that easy–”

“Adley.”

I stopped. The fight left my bones in an instant – a softer instant, softer than any defeat I’d felt before. 

The monster tilted his head. “That’s your name, isn’t it?”

“I…” I sat on my bed, glancing towards the decal on my bedroom wall that said otherwise. My mom had stuck it on my bedroom wall five years ago, when I hadn’t given my discomfort in the mirror much thought. Nowadays, she still pointed to it in our arguments. “Yeah. It is.” 

Slowly, the monster sat down next to me. His fur brushed against my arm. He felt just like the teddy bear I had when I was younger. With a pang of guilt, I remembered the nightmare that came on my worst nights, the one that made him. The teddy bear would hold the anger I couldn’t, hold it and gather it until it lost its teddy-bear shape. Then, it would grow claws, its fur would tangle, its eyes would turn red until I couldn’t even look at it anymore. 

Then, one night, this monster had appeared under my bed, still standing there after all the times I pinched myself. It wasn’t the fur that had scared me. It wasn’t the eyes, or the claws, or the forked tongue. It was the recognition – the feeling that for the first time, I was staring at a reflection that worked. 

Get rid of it, Mom would say during my rampages, stepping on ceramic shards to dig her nails into my shoulders, my cheeks. Get rid of this monster inside you. Whatever is making you mad, get rid of it. Now.

The teddy bear went in the dumpster. Then went the clothes, and then my old name. I’d done what I was asked, and now, only she remained. Mom, and this house, and everything. There was so much. 

“I haven’t heard anyone say it,” I muttered. “My name.”

The monster sighed. “I know.” 

The night was quiet. I sat in it, relishing in this one second, wishing it could loop itself over and over again. Letting my name hang in the air.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked. “Am I a monster?”

He shook his head. “No,” he said. “Everything went as it should. You’re just a kid. We take turns holding what we can.” Then, he laid a paw on my back. “Your anger and pain – they’re here for a reason. I’m made to hold this much. But not you.” 

I thought of the bag I’d fantasized of packing, of the fresh air that waited far away from this town. I thought of Mom, sleeping downstairs, unaware of what was going through my head. I thought of how she’d search the house, crying, yelling names that weren’t mine and insults that weren’t me. And then, what she wouldn’t do, slumping onto the couch with nothing but heavy limbs and regret. Alone. 

“I can’t do it.” I knew that this wasn’t how it was supposed to work. I wasn’t supposed to give myself up like this. But I knew that this was the truth that I’d been holding – the most painful one, the one that sat right next to the few spaces I could carve out for myself, shaking its head. “I can’t just leave.”

The monster nodded. “I know.”

I finally looked up at him. The eyes that I once thought the color of blood shone more like a campfire. A rage dampened down into something more like warmth. “So what do I do?”

His voice was barely audible. “Whatever you do,” he said slowly, “I am always with you, Adley.”

The night was still quiet. Neither the moon, nor the stars, nor the neighbor’s houses had anything more to say. We all just let the name hang in the air.

Now in your mid teens, you forgot all about the monster under your bed. One night though, it wakes you up saying “You’re not safe. You need to get out of here”

[colesmurf23]

(OC) Pierce The Toad

Adopted from https://www.deviantart.com/katamariluv on DA Long Ago

Bio: Pierce Toad

Name: Pierce

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Sexuality: Straight

Birthday: May 7th

Species: Toad

Relationship/Wife: Brooklyn

Family Members: Brooke (Daughter) Piersyn (Favorite Daughter) Brooklan (Son) Preston (Son) Pierah (Favorite Daughter) Brookelle (Daughter) Piers (Son) Brooklynn (Daughter) Brooklynne (Daughter) Pierson (Son) Aurora (Sister in law) Hazelnut (Niece) Hazelle (Niece) Hazle (Niece) Aureo (Nephew) Hazen (Nephew) Aurore (Niece) Aurorette (Niece) Aurelio (Nephew) Hasel (Nephew) Savannah (Sister in law) Savannha (Niece) Savanna (Niece) Shannen (Niece) Shannan (Nephew) Pentele (Nephew) Savina (Niece) Sovannah (Niece) Penelope (Niece) Penthea (Niece) Pernell (Favorite Nephew) Penton (Nephew)

Personality: Gamer, Active, Streamer, Expert, Challenging, Smart ,Stagey, Puzzle Slover, Traveler, And Social

Friends: Elmer Trevin (Best Friend) Barth Jabin (2nd best friend) Bundir (3rd Best Friend) Hendrik (My bestie's oc) Maxie (My bestie's oc) Trey (My bestie's oc) Raylon (My bestie's oc) Elvan (My bestie's oc) Adley (Our oc and 4th best friend) Pax (Our oc and 5th best friend) Teeny (Our oc and 6th best friend) William (Our oc and 7th best friend) Kennison (Our oc and 8th best friend) Ciro (My bestie's oc) Devon (My bestie's oc) Lena Amandina (Our oc and 9th best friend) Yvan (Our oc and 10th best friend)

Favorite Color: Light Green

Favorite Season: Spring and Summer

Favorite Holiday: Earth Day And National Daughter Day

Fun Face: Pierce is a gamer toad, he really love playing video games. As a gamer, he gets invited to tournaments. Pretty much every year. Every year, he always win a gold trophy. And his team mates, let him have the trophy. For winning all gaming seasons. He also won some cash for coming in first every year. He really is a gamer toad after all. As a gamer, he can be very active. He pretty much play videos games all day. And take a long break for the night. He may be a gamer, but he does spend time with he's family. On he's free time, he does livestreams. He mostly plays all Nintendo contact. He doesn't play any other games. Expect if its' Nintendo related. He also does play Pokémon sometimes as well. As a streamer, he get's a lot of views. And haver over 1k subscribers. Since he pretty much stream on he's free time. As a gamer, he can be a very experience expert. At video games, especially Super Mario Maker 2. He does Super Expert levels. He also love doing shell jumps and all bunch of Kaizo levels. He even play Super Expert on steam. That's why he is an expert. As an expert gamer, he can be very challenging. He plays Super Smash Bros Ultimate with he's subscribers and viewers. He sometime lossless in Smash Bros Ultimate. But he does win a second time. Trust me, he is very challenging. He also does tournaments in Smash Bros Ultimate. He try's to get at the top of the board. during tournaments. As a gamer, he can be very smart. He love using he's stagey. To figured out what to do in Splatoon 3, as an expert. He does win a lot of battles. And he rarely loses. He uses he's stagey. To get pass the opponents. He love solving puzzles. That's also part of being smart. In one of the games he play. He got to figure out some kind of puzzle. To proceed to the next level. He most solves puzzles in Super Mario Maker 2. Even in Super Expert. Some puzzles are tuff to figure out. But not with Pierce. He's get the puzzle right. That's why he love doing puzzles and Kaizo levels. When he is off to the next tournament, that is out of town or state. He don't travel by himself. He takes he's family with him, so they can cheer him on. During a tournament. Wish him luck. And he is very social. He love meeting new friends. And other fine people around him. He mostly meets all kinds of people. During cons. He love being around a lot of people. That is a gamer just like him.

Pierce Belong to: me

Toad Species: Nintendo

Adopted From https://www.deviantart.com/katamariluv on DA Long Ago

#toad #toadoc #bio

[ericac318]

Unexpected 

Summary:

Adley Benson is a young Data Analyst for Starfleet. She met Jean Luc Picard at 10 Forward three years before this story begins. They began a relationship and now she lives with him at Chateau Picard and works from the vineyard. When Picard gets a distress signal from Beverly Crusher, what happens next for the couple? Picard x OC/Kirk x OC/ Shaw x OC

Chapter 13

A/N: We’re here for episode 9 and I’m sure you all think I’ve added way too much into this fanfic for my own reasons, but I’m going to make it work. I promise. Start from the beginning here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45696184/chapters/114994717

Adley found Picard once he was out of his meeting with the original members of his crew from so many years ago. “Do we have a plan? Where’s Troi?” she inquired as she felt his arms move around her waist.

“Deanna took Jack to the counselor’s quarters to find out what darkness is following him,” Picard answered after he placed a kiss on her forehead, “She’s convinced that he is good but there is something bad surrounding him. We’ll know more once they’re through. How are you? All of this has been a lot for anyone and you are special compared to the rest of us,” he added as he, once again, placed his hand on her small baby bump.

“I’m good,” she replied, “I promise You’ll be the first to know if anything feels off.. Do you have any idea what kind of darkness Deanna Troi saw around Jack? I can’t imagine it could be anything worse than the things we’ve been facing,” she replied as she looked at him, hoping for an encouraging thought.

Picard shrugged, “I wish I knew, but I honestly, have no idea. Why don’t you go rest while we wait to find out what happens next for all of us,” he suggested, his lips curving into a timid smile as he knew it was always better not to tell Adley what to do.

She wasn’t tired but she nodded for him, “I could lay down for a little while. Frontier Day is mere hours away so I won’t be gone for long. Wake me if anything important happens?” she requested before she placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Of course,” he agreed as he placed his lips to hers before she removed herself from his embrace and headed to their shared quarters on the Titan.

An hour later, Picard was standing in sickbay with Beverly, Kirk, and Reagan when Troi nearly sprinted through the sliding doors to find Picard and Beverly.

“What is it?” Beverly asked, her tone urgent when she saw the look on her friend’s face.

Troi took a moment to catch her breath before she responded, “I am sorry to be the one to share this with you, but Jack is a part of the Borg collective. Somehow, a part of Locutus remained in Jean Luc after we saved him and it was transferred to Jack. I’m sure that same piece is why the Changelings stole his body,” she shared, causing Kirk’s ears to perk up as he released Reagan’s hand and moved closer to the conversation.

Beverly was beside herself as Picard replied, “How can that be? You all ensured that there was no Borg technology left inside of me…”

“This could have been something different,” Beverly finally spoke, “The Borg are smart and, clearly, they placed something in you that we were not able to uncover. Something that presented as Iromodic Syndrome later on. Jack isn’t sick,” she added as she placed her face into her hand.

Reagan got up from her bed after she heard what they were discussing, “We have to send him somewhere where they can’t activate him. He’s been exhibiting abilities given to him by the Borg anytime we’ve been in a situation that caused distress,” she added as she felt Kirk wrap his arm around her waist to help stabilize her. She hadn’t had enough time to recover from her concussion yet.

“I will handle this,” Picard responded as he felt Beverly reach for him, “There are protocols that we have to follow in a situation like this,” he added as he disappeared from sickbay leaving everyone wondering what the future held for each of them.

Thirty minutes after Picard left Sickbay to talk to Jack about sending him somewhere safe on Vulcan, Adley found him standing alone where Jack once stood awaiting the answers to his time with Deanna.

“What’s going on?” she questioned as she saw him leaning against a table with his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. She, immediately, moved to wrap herself around him, to comfort him in any way she could think to.

Picard wasn’t sure how to voice what he’d learned about himself and his son over the past thirty minutes. He took a deep breath before he replied, “Jack doesn’t have Irumodic Syndrome as we previously thought. He is plagued by something much worse.”

“What could be worse than the disease that killed you? I was there when you ‘died’ and it was one of the worst moments of my life,” she added as she waited for him to explain further.

Jean Luc closed his eyes briefly before he continued, “It turns out the Borg left something imprinted on my DNA which appeared to be Irumodic Syndrome, but it wasn’t. Based on everything we know, at the moment, Jack belongs to the Borg and he’s left here on a shuttle that we cannot trace to go to them,” he added as he felt her arms wrap around his waist, pulling him against her body to offer the only comfort she knew how to give.

“We’ll find a way to free him from the Borg,” Adley stated, confidence emanating from her voice even though she had no right to feel it. She continued, “Your crew got you back even when you were designated to be their voice so we can get Jack back. I know it,” she added as she leaned in closer to him until she placed her lips to his neck.

Picard took a deep breath as he felt her lips against his skin, so gently and soft it was as if she was afraid she would break him if she wasn’t too careful. “You’re right. Let’s go reconvene with the others and figure out a plan. Wallowing in all that I’ve learned over the past two weeks won’t help anyone so there’s no need for it. Thank you,” he glanced at her, his eyes conveying how genuinely he felt those words.

“What do we know?” Picard questioned as he and Adley stepped onto the bridge to find the others waiting on them.

Kirk let go of Reagan’s hand as he stepped closer to Picard, “We know that Starfleet has added technology to all of their ships that link them together. What we need is a ship, or ships, that aren’t tethered to the rest of the fleet. I suggest that we head to the Fleet Museum and steal a few ships that can’t be detected. Once we have them, we can meet with the rest of the fleet at Frontier Day. This plan will give us, at least, a fighting chance,” he added as he felt Reagan move back to his side, grasping his hand and giving it a squeeze.

“He’s right,” Reagan agreed, “The Titan can be detected even though we’ve dropped the transponder and added the cloaking device, but an old Starfleet ship would be undetectable. We have more than one capable Captain among us to help in this endeavor,” she shared as he resisted the urge to steal a quick kiss from James T. Kirk.

Adley nodded as she moved closer to Picard’s side, “The Changelings and the Borg are expecting us to show up in the Titan to take them all on,” she began, giving his hand a confident squeeze before she continued, “But, if we were to show up in older ships that can’t be traced then we can use the element of surprise to our advantage. And, if the Borg is behind all of this, then Jack will be there too, or at least on his way, so we can get him back too,” she added with the same unearned confidence she’d displayed before.

Picard began to nod as he glanced around him at the rest of the crew, the members of the Titan, and the others from his own past who hadn’t voiced their opinion yet. “What do the rest of you think? Is this plan a feasible option or is it just as insane as everything else we’ve tried?” he questioned as he looked around the bridge at all the crewmembers and non-crewmembers surrounding him.

Delaney spoke first, not really knowing where she fit into all of this since she’d just joined this crew and rekindled her romance with Shaw, “Based on what we know about the Changelings and the Borg, so far, this is the best plan. We have to take into account any element of surprise we have. I have a bad feeling that the Borg has found a way to assimilate Starfleet without their knowledge,” she added, causing Beverly’s mind to start turning as she grabbed her tablet and started comparing Jack’s scans with what they’d recovered from the work being done on Picard’s body on the Shrike.

Shaw let out a long sigh before he replied, grabbing onto Delaney’s hand and giving it a squeeze, “As much as I’d like us to just head back to Earth and let someone else handle this situation, that’s no longer an option. We have to face this crisis head-on, goddammit,” he added as he looked down, causing Delaney to run her fingers along the hairs on the back of his neck, comfortingly. Shaw continued, as he addressed his crew, “Plot a course for the Fleet Museum because that plan is truly our best bet in this situation,” he agreed before he let out a long exhale as he sat back up and wrapped his arm around Delaney’s waist, pulling her against his upper body as he sat in the Captain’s chair.

[subterlyfitumtale]

-Mayka Story:

ᰔᩚᰔᩚღღ✿✿✿✰✰✰ Story of my first and that I use the most Undertale 𝑂𝑐-𝑂𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 (Oc of Adley) ✿✿✿✰✰✰ᰔᩚᰔᩚღღ:

She comes from a Subtertale Au called: Furynedikātertale.

In her au she was Toriel.

In her au Lyra did the neutral route and the pacifist route, after that she reset and was controlled by the player, after that Lyra did 95 Genocide routes.

In the 96th Genocide route, something unexpected happened.

Lyra when facing Toriel once again decided, for the first time, not to kill her.

That act of forgiveness was a ray of hope in the darkness as Toriel felt a mix of surprise and relief at witnessing that she forgave her.

After this…Lyra continued her journey, however that small act of mercy changed the course of history: the Genocide became a Neutral route.

Because the Genocide had become a Neutral, the player stopped controlling Lyra and had a plan…to modify and corrupt the Furynedikatertale code to destroy it.

Lyra, aware that the player had begun to corrupt and modify the Furynedikātertale code, came up with a plan.

At the end of this route…Lyra forgave Asgore and after that Flowey appeared to kill Asgore but Lyra stopped him and told him her plan…Flowey after hearing the plan told Lyra that he would help her.

Then Lyra told her plan to Asgore and he also said that he would help her.

Lyra, Asgore and Flowey went to the Old Ruins to tell the plan to Toriel, who, although she knew the risk that facing the player represented, agreed to help Lyra.

The plan was risky but ingenious.

Lyra would give part of her soul to Flowey to return him to his original form, allowing Asriel to return to life.

Asgore, Lyra and Asriel would give their souls to Toriel so that she could become stronger.

Once Toriel absorbed their souls, she went to the barrier and surprisingly the player was there waiting for her and at that very moment the battle began.

After the battle and unfortunately the player was stronger than Toriel and ended up killing her.

But luckily…Toriel thanks to Lyra's determination was able to return to life…even so it was too late since the player had already finished modifying and corrupting Furynedikātertale's code and Furynedikātertale was beginning to cease to exist and fortunately Toriel was able to escape by creating a portal and that portal took her to Ketteiville.

[intimaecys]

" ex - husband , scandalous. " though not entirely surprising. she's by no means a wealthy woman , not by the standards of the board's clientele , but she has done well enough to occasionally find herself in their company. if she's learned anything , it's that their romantic lives are even more chaotic and twisted than her own , so much bouncing back and forth to the next new prize on the shelf. " was it a younger woman , then ? " and that , the common trademark of so many of these men. they get older , but they never want the women they drag around with them to grow out of their twenties. taking a casual turn of her head , her gaze cast down along the woman's side , up toward her eyes again , then back to the floor proper. " his loss. i've always liked older women. " were it a less formal occasion she would have already put an arm around elaine's waist by now , to force closer proximity. but it would likely be something approaching social faux pas to court another man's wife , pretend or otherwise , right to his face. even so , when the woman next to her finished her drink , edie moved to take the glass from her , only to offer her a fresh one. " dr. adley. i guess we have something in common: they dragged me along to placate him and his friends too , just in a different way. " a pause , sly gaze moved up again. " would be a shame if he had to go home alone. "

JEFFREY COULDN'T STAND THE IDEA of ruining his reputation amongst his colleagues - that's why she was here as his wife, and not his ex-wife. when they were married, she went to all his events, but he couldn't bother to go to hers or their kids' because he was too busy (as if she didn't have her own career on top of the job of being a mother to THEIR children). this was the first she'd been to in a while - and even though he deserved to be abandoned by her (and his mistress - she'd dumped him too), elaine felt bad watching how pathetic he was in his begging for her to play the wife role just a little longer. elaine, with a tight-lipped look of annoyance on her face, idled by the champagne table because she'd rather let the hours pass slowly and painfully, than have a conversation with her ex-husbands friends. " my ex-husband... " she replied, draining her champagne flute " ...or husband, for tonight, i guess. " she smiled. " oh, please - i'm sure you'd be much better date than he ever was. "

[burncrashlrh]

ethereal - lrh

summary: in which a frustrated teacher deals with his girl a little differently than he expected.

word count: 4.8k

Her thin black leotard clings to every inch of the subtle curves that line her body, the light v-neck dips down to show off the tops of her breasts. the makeup covering her face extravagant; a dark smokey eye, lined with stark black liner that brings out her blue eyes in the stage light.

The skin-colored tights look as if nothing is covering her long legs, the leotard has a high cut so most of her hips are exposed without the black skirt.

And with how ethereal she looks, luke can't help but feel his dick harden in his pants when she steps from the changing room, completely oblivious, for now. how much she is affecting the man in front of her.

"Jesus Christ, baby. do a spin so I can get a good look." reaching his hand out for hers, he holds the tips of her fingers while lifting her arm in the air to spin his girl around.

Luke's lust-filled eyes dance over every inch of her, in his eyes, perfect body. giggles fall from adleys open lips as she pulls luke into her after he gets a good look, seeing that his eyes have glossed over with a hint of lust. gripping the waistband of his tight, grey joggers, just to tease him a little.

"You better watch out, little girl. I'm not getting all worked up before your show, in front of all those people," warning her with a raised brow, he knows it won't end well if she teases him now, not wanting his dick to be rock hard in front of the thousands of people that will be out there tonight, but something in the back of his mind is telling him that's exactly what she's going to do.

After seeing how worked up he is, she can feel her blood start to run a little faster, butterflies swarming in the pit of her stomach, tingles shooting up her spine. she can feel her body start to ache with need, having him alone for another hour would be perfect.

But instantly remembers they only have about ten more minutes together.

Continuing her game with the blonde, she starts to trail her fingers into the front of his waist, dipping a little too close to his hard-on. Luke is starting to get slightly irritated from her persistent teasing, even after he said no more.

"Sweetheart, you better stop while your ahead, or my god you will fucking regret it." sheepishly, she moves her hands back to her sides, his raspy voice doing a number on her body as she can't help but let her mind go to all the times he's sounded like that in a different situation.

And as much as she wants to listen to him her mind is screaming to listen, but her body wants something different, it wants him.

Keeping her hands close to her sides for the next five minutes, they now stand on the side stage, peeking around the long black curtain that almost touches the wooden floor, thousands of people meet her glossy gaze, her stomach swarming with nerves as she remembers all of these people are here to watch her.

As her mind starts to race, she feels a hard chest pressed up against her back, the small of familiar woodsy cologne filling her senses.

"You, okay?" Luke brings his hand up to her tight bun, fixing a small piece that is just slightly out of place, knowing she would freak out if anything is out of its place.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Turning her face to Luke, she starts to place subtle kisses to his shoulder, not thinking too much of it he figures it might help with the nerves until her lips start trialing up to the most sensitive part of his neck.

"Adley, I'm not kidding. if you make my dick start to throb right here.. you will be wishing you hadn't." but, she continues her gentle kisses, slowly turning into more harsh ones. A throaty groan wants to escape Luke's swollen lips as she sucks on the most sensitive part of his neck.

Leaving a small hickey there for her to admire.

"Alright, sweetheart. you had your fucking chance, come here." pulling her along with him as he brings her to a small area behind the curtain where no one can see, double checks just to make sure he grabs her by the front of her neck, making sure she looks him dead in the eyes.

Adley can't tell exactly what he's doing but she can tell he's digging in his pocket for something, curious as to what it could be until he's holding the small, vibrating object in front of her face.

"I found this in your bag the other day when you told me to grab water out of it, so.. now I know why you take such long breaks in between classes. you like to get yourself off, hmm?" cheeks slowly start to heat up in embarrassment of him finding that she can't lie, there are some days in between classes she'll go to her dressing room and use it on the couch, in between her spread legs as she thinks of luke.

"Answer me. darling, we don't have all day."

"Yes, Luke i-i do."

Holding down the button until the small vibrator comes to life in his hand, he slowly drags it across her nipples, up to her neck, letting it tickle the sensitive skin until he's dragging it down to her inner thighs. pushing the leotard to the side, he drags a finger through the wetness that's already collecting at her entrance.

"Fuck, you're already soaked for me." replacing his finger with the vibrator quickly, he pulls back the fabric, leaving the vibrator in her leotard, thankfully, her skirt covers it so no one can see.

"Luke, i- ah I have to go on now." adley's words come out staggered, the pleasure shooting through her body like fireworks, leaning her forehead against Luke's shoulder for something to brace herself with.

"I know, baby, this is your fuckin' punishment for doing exactly what I told you not to do, you're going to keep the vibrator in your leotard against your greedy little cunt while everyone is watching." holding her by the front of her neck again, making his girl look up at him, wanting adley to look deep in his eyes as he explains her fucking punishment.

For being a bad girl for him.

"Luke, I can't-"

"Well, you should have thought of that before you made my cock hard. now go, and, if I see one face from you're on stage, or if you cum, god baby be prepared for a long fucking night."

The night is fixing to be the longest of her life.

Taking a deep breath of pleasure before moving the curtain to the side, slipping out from behind out to the side stage, Luke trailing slowly behind her, watching as his girl's thighs clench and move to try to get the vibrator to hit that perfect spot.

Just as she was about to go on, she looks back at Luke one last time, raising his brows, to remind her of the consequences. Luke's pants grow tighter as he thinks about how needy his girl is for him and how wet he knows she is right now.

The stage is dark as she twirls on her tiptoes onto the middle of the large, open floor, standing with her feet apart and hands in the air, exactly where they need to be, the lights coming up slowly.

Adley can feel the fabric of her leotard soaking, scared that eventually, it's going to start dripping down her thighs, she tries her best to remember the routine that she and luke have practiced for hours and hours, this routine being the whole reason they're together in the first place.

The other dancers start to come in behind her, as she spins on the tips of her foot, as she opens her leg to continue her turn, the vibrator moves and hits her clit just right, closing her eyes, along with biting her lip to keep the moans in that beg to come out.

Luke watches her struggle with a smirk, his mind racing a hundred miles an hour at the thought of just wanting to take her right here and give her wet cunt what it needs, but he wants to tease just for a little while.

My dirty fucking girl.

Knowing good and well, when he finally gets to take her home, she's not cumming until he's finishing along with her after he's done ruining her little pussy first.

Which will be a lot of denied orgasms for adley.

Laying on her back against the hard floor, she continues the routine with a struggle, trying to keep her mind away from any dirty thoughts as she starts to feel herself get close, squeezing her thighs together with what she thought was unnoticeable.

But Luke noticed.

Watching as she closes her eyes, with a hint of pleasure filling her face, he starts to feel his blood run hot, knowing she's doing exactly what he told her not to.

Twenty minutes have passed and the crowd is standing, with cheers and applause coming from each person that sits in the seats.

Adley can feel how wet she is now, and she's certain it's running down her legs. The many times she's been close to cumming and had to make it stop has been more times than she can count and if an orgasm doesn't come soon, she may lose her mind.

But, Luke has a long night in store for her, which includes denying her the orgasms she craves.

Walking off the stage, her body aching in more ways than one, sweat dripping down her forehead and every limb sore from the routine.

Luke grabs her arm before she can sneak past him.

Bending down to whisper into her ear, to make sure no one hears the specific instructions he's about to give her. "go to your dressing room, and wait for me, oh, and keep that vibrator on in your little panties."

Taking a deep breath before walking away from him, she tries her hardest not to moan as she feels herself get close for the fifth time tonight, thinking that since luke's not here to know, maybe she can real quick, but deep down she knows he'll find out.

Opening the door to her dressing room, adley quickly takes off her costume, placing it neatly back on the hanger to wear again tomorrow, but keeps the leotard clad on her body.

Finally getting a moment to herself to enjoy the pleasure of the vibrator against her clit, but knowing it's going to be taken away shortly makes it all the more difficult to handle.

Walking through the busy halls, with the dancers from the show lining the small hallways, people stopping luke to tell him how well she did, but the only thing he cares about is getting back to his girl.

The walk to her dressing room felt like it took hours, but finally slipping into the room, immediately Luke is grabbing the front of her neck with his hand to pull her into an earth-shattering kiss.

His tongue slipping into her mouth, tasting her on the tip of his tongue, he can't get enough of his girl, never will. but as of right now, he wants her to know who's in control.

"You were dripping down your thighs, on stage baby, such a naughty fucking girl," his left hand is trailing up her thigh closest to him, sending her body into a state of euphoria from how sensitive she is, the simplest touches could make her come undone. "and you did exactly what I told you not too, how do you expect me to let you cum, when you can't even do the simplest things I ask."

"Luke, I didn't mean to please, I need it so bad."

"No, darling. you don't need it, you want it. your wet little cunt is always so eager to cum for me isn't it?" continuing his brutal kiss, he holds the back of her neck in his hand, pulling the tight hair tie that's wrapped in her hair out.

"Fuck."

Backing away from her, he tells her to go lay on the small couch that's pressed against the wall, the back of her head is pressed up the armrest, looking at him as he strips from his shirt, his strong torso now in full display for her.

Pulling at the straps to her leotard, they fall past her breasts, her nipples hard from the chilly air, and from how turned on her body is.

"Pull it off, baby, let me see you." pulling the fabric down her legs, she throws it on the ground beside the couch, the only thing left on her is a tiny pair of thin underwear.

Luke can't get enough of her, looking over her body, he somehow gets even harder than he was just moments ago. watching her body squirm and clench as she gets close for another time tonight.

"I'm- luke i- " he pulls the underwear down her long legs, holding the vibrator to her clit now that the fabric can't do it for him, spreading her legs, he watches her wetness drip onto the couch, her cunt completely wrecked. swollen and red from the countless denied orgasms, starting to throb in his pants, he can't wait to be deep inside of her.

"Goddamn, look at you. I'm thinking about making you beg for it, but I think your cunt is doing that for you." she flutters around the vibrator as he presses it harder against her swollen clit, her head thrown back as an almost pornographic moans slips past her open lips.

"I'm s-so close."

"Hmm, come on, angel."

Her hips buck up into his hand, and he is quick to push them back down, holding his hand on her stomach to keep her still, trying to close her legs as the orgasm is quickly creeping up. "Keep your pretty legs open." giving her a light slap on the inside of her right thigh.

"Ah, fuck." Luke can tell how close she is, watching her throb and drip around the vibrator, she clings onto his bicep as she feels her orgasm right in front of her.

Just as she was fixing to finish, it's quickly taken away by Luke pulling the vibrator away from her.

Adleys body jolts as she bucks her hips into the air, trying to get some type of friction, clenching repeatedly around nothing as her body feels exhausted from how many orgasms he's denied her already.

"Did you really think I was going to let your little pussy cum already?" letting out a breathy sigh, he climbs onto the couch, looks down between her legs, she still is clenching around absolutely nothing. "Baby, I fucking told you, you're in for a long night of me playing with your tight little cunt, until you just can't take anymore."

His hands grip adleys waist to pull her close to him, putting one of her legs up on the back of the couch, and letting the other dangle off onto the floor. with the way she is spread, he just about cums in his pants, watching as a drop of wetness drips from her clit, down to her entrance.

Placing his middle finger where the wetness stopped, he gathers it on his finger and drags it up to her clit, feeling just how swollen and needy it is. Luke's eyes are glued to her face as the corners of her eyes start to water.

"You know what to say if you need to stop." reassuring adley just to make sure he doesn't take her too far.

"Yes, sir."

His middle finger moves in fast circles around her clit, then slowly taking the speed to barely moving his finger at all, he can tell how much she needs an orgasm, how badly her aching body is begging for him to let her finish.

But, he's not letting her until they're finishing together.

Using his free hand to pull down the joggers that are tight around his throbbing erection, pulling them off his long legs, he throws them on the floor with the rest of their clothes.

From how many times she's almost finished tonight, the slightest thing can make her soaked, just looking at Luke sitting on his knees in nothing but his tight underwear, damp curls falling in his eyes as he looks down between her spread legs.

"Come on, I know your little pussy is so fucking close." thinking that he's telling her to let go, she lets her mind tell her body to do what it wants, feeling his finger speed up, she lets her body get close once again.

Thinking she's finally going to get some relief.

Just as Adley was about to cum, he pulls away once again, Luke knows he is ruining her, watching as a tear slips from her eye from the number of times he's edged her. crawling over her body he lets his forearms rest by her head.

Kissing away the tears that are slipping from her eyes. "Do you need to stop?" giving her a soft look as he waits for her response. making sure he's not taking her too far.

"No. Please, don't stop."

Placing a gentle kiss to her lips, he can taste the saltiness from her tears on his tongue, kissing her body down until he meets her spread legs, pursing his lips together, he blows a little bit of air on her clit to tease before he puts his mouth on her.

"Fuck, that feels good." Even just the little bit of air feels as if she has his fingers or mouth on her from how sensitive she's become.

"I know, princess. but I'm fixing to make you feel even better with my tongue on your clit."

She doesn't know how she's supposed to handle his mouth on her, it almost hurts from the number of times it's been ripped away from her.

Sticking the tip of his tongue out, he lets the very tip rub up against her, tasting her sweet wetness already, bucking her hips into his mouth, he finally attaches his lips around her clit, adleys hand immediately find themselves tangled in luke's soft curls, pulling on them for something to hold onto.

And for Luke it feels goddamn good, small groans falling past his lips onto her clit as she continues to pull on the strands.

"Luke, your mouth feels.. so.. fucking good." a loud moan is followed after her words, his tongue swirling around the swollen nub. his hands reaching up to her breasts, his fingers pinching her hard nipples.

Luke's eyes peer up at Adley, her eyes glued shut as his tongue continues to work, he gets off being able to cause her this much pleasure, just by a simple touch.

"You taste like fucking heaven on my tongue, can't ever get enough of you." dipping down to her entrance, licking up more of her wetness that trickles down her legs.

"Feeling you between my legs is like heaven, Luke." Her hips bucked against his mouth one more time before she can't take anymore and starts to get close.

And Luke can tell.

Making sure he doesn't miss a beat, his tongue starts to work harder on her clit, making sure her high builds quickly, so when he pulls his mouth away, she'll feel it for a few minutes.

Grabbing hold of his curls again, she pushes him down onto her clit, holding him there, letting Adley think she has the upper hand. "Luke, please. let me cum, I've been a good girl for you, please."

"Hmm, no baby. You're not cumming until I'm pounding into this wet little cunt of yours.”

Letting out a strangled cry, not knowing whether he's finally going to let her cum or not, she can't hold out anymore. pulling away from her again, watching as she starts to squirt around nothing but the air around her, clinging onto the top of the couch for something to brace herself with.

"Fuck, pretty girl. you must need it real bad if your little pussy is squirting around nothing for me." taunting adley as more tears start to spill from the corners of her eyes. pulling his underwear off his body, a slight hiss comes from his lips as the air hits his throbbing dick, feeling a little better now that doesn't have it confined in his underwear.

Adley can hardly keep her eyes open from the exhaustion that's taking over her body, but her body also wants to keep going until she can finally finish.

Luke's hands find her waist, pulling adley close to his hips as he bends over the length of her body, giving the curve of her neck, gentle kisses as his hands gently touch every inch of skin that covers her thighs.

"Are you ready for me to sink so fucking deep inside your tight little pussy?" whispering against the skin of her breasts as he kisses everywhere he can get his lips on.

"Please, luke. ruin me."

Reaching a hand for the base of his cock, moving his hips until they meet the insides of her thighs, running the tip from the entrance up to her clit, tapping the head against it to get a reaction out of her.

"Fuckin' please."

"Since my pretty girl asked so nicely."

Pushing himself down, he slips just the tip into her, wanting to feel her clench around him, even though he's just barely inside her.

He watches carefully as Adley’s dark eyelashes flutter against her cheeks, small whimpers fill his ears as he pushes in all the way. Her wetness covers him, making him feel like no one ever has.

"You're so- so big Luke."

Feeling her pulse around him was almost enough to send him flying over the edge before he even starts, but holding himself back, he wants to fulfill her wishes, she asked him to ruin her, and that's exactly what he's going to do.

Pulling back his hips, feeling the way she squeezes around him was too much, not being able to take it slow anymore as the feel of her becomes torturous. Holding the head of his cock at her entrance for a split second before he pushed back in at a brutal pace.

The small scream that Adley lets out could probably be heard from the hallway just outside the door, but Luke could care less, in fact, he almost wants people to hear how good he could fuck his girl.

"Fuck, sweetheart. That's my good girl, taking my cock so fuckin' well." Bringing his hand to the curve of her ass, he pulls his hand back to send a light slap to the skin. Feeling her clench around him at the feel of his hands hitting her body.

"God, do that again."

"Yeah? You like having my hands slap your pretty ass?" Doing it once more, she can't keep her legs around his waist as they begin to feel like jello, so Luke takes it upon himself to grab the back of her thighs and push them against her stomach, at the new angle, the head of his cock is hitting the most sensitive spot inside her perfectly.

"Yes, oh my god." Her words are starting to become a jumbled mess, the pleasure of him inside her is getting to be too much.

Luke grabs her wrist, picking it up from its place beside her, placing it on her lower stomach for a second before a faint smirk appears on his lips as her face says it all. "Can you feel that baby? Feel how deep I am inside of your wet little pussy."

Bending his body over top of her, he pushes between her spread legs that are pushed to her stomach, bringing his hand up to her neck, wrapping his palm around the skin of her throat, squeezing at the sides of her neck. "So fucking desperate, just feeling my hand around your throat and you're close to cumming, when did my pretty girl become so filthy for me?"

He's right, between feeling him slap he ass and squeeze her neck, she is close, so very close and she can't wait to fall over the edge with him inside her, using his free hand he trails it up her outer thigh, and until he gets to the inner part, slowly getting to where she needs it.

The sound of him pounding in and out her echoes throughout the room, along with their Lous mains of pleasure, his middle finger is now attached to her throbbing clit, rubbing in fast circles to help get her close. "Luke, I'm gonna cum."

Raising his brows at her as he still is leaning over her body with his hand wrapped around her throat. "No your not." Pulling out of her, he watches her throb, pulsing around absolutely nothing, bringing his hand to wrap it around himself as he watches her fall to pieces. She asked him to ruin her, but she meant something different.

"Luke," Her voice hoarse from the loud moans and exhaustion. "Either you let me cum, or you can stop now and let me do it my fucking self and you can use your hand to get off tonight."

"No, sweetheart. The next time you get close, you can cum, I promise." Pushing himself back inside her, this time he truly wants to ruin her, thrusting as far as his body would let him, he immediately puts his middle finger back on her clit.

"Luke, I can't take anymore, it- it hurts." Sensitive from all the times she's been denied, Adley doesn't know if she can take anymore from him.

"You're okay, come on, pretty girl. I'm so close, I want you to cum with me, think you can do that?" Placing a sloppy kiss to her chest, his cock begins to throb in her, she can feel everything from how sensitive she is, needing him to finish now.

"Please, Luke. Fuck."

"Come on, fuckin' cum around my cock, let me feel you around me like the good girl you are."

She couldn't let him finish his sentence before her body lets go, head thrown back as her mouth his agape but no sounds can come out from how good her body feels, never having an orgasm this intense before, feeling herself let go around him.

Luke looks down to see her squirting around his dick, between that and watching her body fall to pieces for him, he pulls out and starts to pump himself on her stomach.

"Holy fucking- Adley, oh my god." Her name falls from his lips is nothing but a whimper as he finishes all over her stomach, the evidence of him cumming all over her skin as he drags his middle finger through her wetness, then the trail of cum he left on her.

Tapping the finger to her lips, she opens her eyes to see what he wants. "Taste us, darling."

Opening her chapped lips slightly, she closes them around his finger, tasting them mixed together on the tip of his finger, she moans slightly around him.

Slipping it out of her mouth, he brings it back down to her entrance, gathering more of her wetness on his finger, popping the finger in his mouth, he could almost finish again from the taste of her.

"You did so good for me, pretty girl. so, so good.“ Sitting down on the couch, Luke pulls her by the waist into his lap, just wanting her to feel his soft touch as he caresses the small of her back.

Adley leans her head into the curve of his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him, the room smelling of sex as they continue to bask in the afterglow of each other.

"Your performance blew me away, I'm so proud of you. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

Giggles fill his ears as his girl gives his shoulder a light kiss, the feel of her chest vibrating from laughter makes his heart jump.

"I didn't think twice about it, Luke. but thank you."

Placing one last kiss on her lips, he brings his hand to the side of her face, letting the pad of his thumb brush off the apples of adleys flushed cheeks.

"Let's get you home, pretty girl."