#now they just gotta clean up their fucking game 'cause FUCK. it has not been good being a t1 fan recently 💀

[op81s]

T1 MADE WORLDS Y'ALL. T1 MADE FUCKING WORLDS. I MIGHT ACTUALLY GET TO SEE THEM PLAY IN THE QUARTER FINALS.

[rieaj]

“i love you, but that dick is a plus.” ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧⋆

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who in enha has the biggest dick? (hyung line only)

warnings: enha hyung line x reader (seperate !!), smut, unprotected sex, blowjobs, missionary, p in v, talks about dick sizes, dacryphilia, mdni !!

others: enjoy this for now, cause ive been losing motiv for a couple if days cs its been hectic asf 😭 ill post more content soon. but for now this is enough to feed y’all’s horny selves 🫶

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lee heeseung. this man 😖. he’s big alright. 6’0ft tall he’s got big hands, feet, etc. meaning to say he’s got a big dick too. 8 inches when soft, 9 1/2 when hard. i feel like he wouldn’t be as thick as jay or jake. but this man is for sure long. i also bet he and jay would have big balls. he’d prolbably have shaved hairs that were slightly the same as sunghoon’s not too hairy or too shaved down. heeseung is the type to love blowjobs. sucking down on his long cock, just to have him push your head just to hear your whimper and gags. he’d like to fuck you in missionary just to watch his cock slowly go in and out of you whilst watching your teary eyed face.

park jay. he’s thick for sure. 7 inch when soft, 8 1/2 when hard. thick girth and a mushroom tip that would be an angry red type of color. the base would be a little tanner than his skin, and for his hair, i bet he shaves it every 2 weeks max. its neat and not so hairy. gotta be clean to satisfy his girl (>.<) jay would also be the type to be the softest and most loving in bed. he loves reassuring you and talking you through it. this man would also have the best aftercare. jay could also go rough and hard, only if he would be in a bad mood or jealous. (we’ll discuss this soon !) overall, jay just has big dick.

sim jake. thickest. 7 1/2 inches when soft, 8 when hard. jake isn’t exactly the longest. but he beats them in girth. he’s a thick boy. even just the tip inside your already stretched out so wide. his base color would be a little darker than his skin tone. he has a big tip that whenever he was hard it would be such an angry pink and constantly leak pre-cum. jake would not have any hairs at all. poor baby always feels so guilty whenever he sees you in tears as soon as an inch of his dick stretches you out. always shushing you and reassuring that the pain would be gone.

park sunghoon. i feel like he would be the biggest. a positive, 8 1/2 inch when soft. a solid 9 when hard. sunghoon would most like be the one to know his dick the best, and also use it correctly. his dick is girthy with a usual peachy color on his tip. the base color would be a the same color as his usual skin, and he would most likely have a neat shave, something like the hair still being there but at the same time it’s not too bushy. sunghoon would also have some best dick game. there is never a time you won’t be pleasured after being with him. he would also most likely HATE wearing condoms. unless that is, you want him to. anything for his girl <3 but for me i think he wouldn’t really like it cs he wants you to feel every inch and vein of him pulse inside you :0

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yall ive been busy this is all i could come up w rn. its not my best work, but ive just been too lazy. i’ll do better soon 😞

[joeyb1989]

attached* - joe burrow

word count: 1.4k

pairing: joe burrow x reader

warnings: smuttttt, pet names, fluff

a/n: this was inspired by @starsinthesky5 and her anons from horny hour😝 this was meant to be a blurb, but i just decided to keep adding to it to make it a small little fic. hope you all enjoy 💕

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“I miss you,” Joe whined through the phone.

It was the first road game of the season, well, preseason. Which unfortunately fell on the week you got caught up in work. When you realized you wouldn't be able to fly to Chicago, you planned on coming home after work and watching the game in the living room with your best friend.

Joe got to play for a couple snaps. He was doing so well that it even made you a little teary-eyed when he threw a touchdown pass to Tee. The off-season has been hard on both of you, but when he puts his mind to something he will get it done. He made it a goal to come back stronger and better than ever, despite what the outside voices said; and here he was, proving them all wrong.

“I miss you more, baby,” you sadly smiled at your cute boyfriend on the Facetime call. You always hated being away from Joe. Ever since you two got together at LSU, you two were practically attached at the hip. Everything Joe did, everywhere he went, everyone he hung out with, you were there; and vice versa. When you two couldn’t be together, it was hard on you both.

“I dont think that’s fucking possible, but okay,” Joe smiled

“When do you think you’ll get home?” you ask, knowing he’s in the team hotel waiting for the word that it was time to board the bus to the airport.

“Most definitely late, babe,” Joe sighed

You opened your mouth to say something but Joe quickly beat you to it, “Don’t wait up. I’ll be there when you wake up. You need to rest, honey.”

You sighed, knowing that you could disagree with him on this, but you would probably pass out as soon as your head hit the pillow.

“Okayyy,” you dragged out, watching Joe stand up from the bed and doing one final check of the room. 

“Coach just texted. Gotta go meet up in the lobby to get on the bus,” Joe said

“Okay, be careful,” you smiled

“I will. Get some rest. I’ll be home before you know it, beautiful,” Joe said

“I love you, Joe,” you cooed

“I love you so much,” Joe smiled before ending the call.

An hour later

After cleaning the house up a bit and taking a nice, relaxing shower, you crawled into the crisp, cool sheets. You felt so much peace after such a stressful week. It would’ve been even better if your boyfriend that also doubled as a 220 pound body pillow was with you.

You heard your phone chime next to you on the nightstand. You thought it might've been Joe telling you that they were about to board the plane, but what it actually was made your eyes go wide.

Joe had sent you several pictures of his thick, long, erect cock. The sight caused a pool of wetness to grow in your panties.

Joe: He was missing you 🤗

His text under the hot pictures had to make you giggle. Even though Joe was literally the hottest man you’ve ever seen, he was just a little dorky guy at heart.

You: Holy shit, Joe.

Joe: Wanna know what made me hard?

You: Uh.. sure?

Joe: I remembered the sex we had the night before I left for Chicago.

“Man, that was some good damn sex,” you thought to yourself. You and Joe both had built-up frustration inside of you. He was stressed about the game and annoyed with how many of his teammates were getting hurt. You were so exhausted and irritated from how busy work had been for you. You both went through a solid three rounds before you both crashed.

You: That was goooood.

Joe: Mhm.

You: Joe I’m so fucking wet right now. I need you.

Joe: We’re about to board the plane. I’ll be home to take care of that soon 😉

A couple hours later

You had been tossing and turning for two hours now, not being able to sleep due to the need in your panties.You knew Joe didn't like it when you got off without him, so you would just have to wait.

After pondering if you should just rub one out without telling him, the garage door opened, signaling that Joe was home.

You couldn't help but let a smile grace your face. Joe was practically your lifeline and being without him for even a few minutes killed you.

You stood up from the bed and walked down the stairs where your eyes fixed to your boyfriend. He was wearing a tight long-sleeve shirt with sweats on. Your eyes trailed him up and down. His long legs, thick thighs, delicious cock, his belly, pecs you loved to run your tongue around, his veiny hands and arms, and his bleached buzz cut that's growing out so quickly, making you feral. The hallway light was illuminating him in a way that made you need him inside of you. 

“Hey, baby,” Joe smiled, pulling you into a tight hug and pressing light kisses to your forehead

“Hey, Joey,” you giggled into the crook of his neck.

You leaned back to meet his gaze before he slowly pulled you in for a steamy kiss. His tongue eventually traced your bottom lip, begging for entrance into your mouth. His grip on your waist tightened as you moaned into his mouth. As you both pulled away for air, he quickly started sucking on your neck while his hands fell to your ass, lifting you up with ease.

He carried you to the bedroom, laying you down softly before crawling on top of you. He slowly lifted his your shirt up before trailing kisses down to your breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth while he slowly massaged the other one, repeating the same action to the other.

As he began trailing kisses down your belly, you knew where this was heading; but you needed more than what was coming.

“Babe,” you breathed out. Your manicured hands finding both sides of his head, stopping him.

“Are you oka-”

“Joe, I literally need your dick inside me. I’m turned on so much it hurts,” you said as you watched his eyes turn a dark shade of blue you’ve never seen before.

It took Joe only a few seconds to strip down and line his cock up with your entrance. You both moaned at the feeling of him filling you up. He set a relentless pace as your hands went up and sent scratches down his back. 

“J- Joe,” you moaned, “harder.”

He reached down a lifted one of your legs above his shoulder. This new angle allowing him to hit you in places he knew drove you wild.

After a few minutes, you felt that unmistakable feeling in your belly, “Joe, I’m so close,” you moaned. Joe looked down to where you two were connected. The sight of his cock going in and out of your dripping core brought him closer to his own orgasm. He pinched with your sensitive clit, making you see stars.

“Joe,” you screamed as your high watched over you.

After a few more thrusts later, you were calmed down enough to regain your senses, and realized Joe had not came yet.

“Turn us,” you ordered

“Are you sure,” Joe asked

“I said turn us.”

Joe pulled out and flipped you two over, his hands finding their home on your hips as you sank down onto him. 

“Jesus, baby,” Joe whined as your walls clenched around him. Joe became a moaning mess as you started bouncing on his cock. “Oh my go- god”

He eventually started moving you himself when you felt your legs getting tired. “You look so pretty above me, baby,” Joe panted. 

When the tip of his cock hit your cervix, it made you both throw your heads back in pleasure. “B- baby I’m- gonna cum,” Joe moaned as you increased your speed.

“Fuck, me too,” you whined

Soon, you felt hot ropes of Joe’s cum shoot into your core, “Mommy,” he groaned as his pleasure washed over him.

That was enough for you to come for the second time. You fell onto Joe’s chest while both of you tried to catch your breaths. 

His hands rubbed soothing circles on your back, “You did so good for me baby,” he said as he kissed your forehead.

“It’s good to have you back, I missed you,” you smiled against his chest

“I missed you more. I love when we’re together. It’s like we’re attached,” Joe smiled

“Do you mean that metaphorically or physically,” you raise an eyebrow motioning towards his dick.

“Both?” Joe laughed as his eyes got heavy

“Goodnight, baby,” you smiled, kissing his jaw

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Joe smiled

“I love you,”  you both said in unison before falling asleep, wrapped up in each other’s arms.

[mcondance]

other side of the game; hobie brown

summary // hobie swings by when you’re cleaning your room, and you know exactly what he wants.

cw // dubcon-ish (you say stuff akin to no but like.. you want it. it’s just a game you n hobie play), they talk a lot of shit, missionary

extras // you and hobie r Black so i don't wanna hear anything abt the grammar i used! "it's supposed to be doesn't" kill yourself idc, the song has. nothing to do with what happens in this fic btw it just.. it makes sense when you read it and it helped me write

wc // 2.6k

song shoutouts // special thanks to other side of the game by erykah badu and i get lonely by janet jackson

signing off // thank you to poetnon for this idea i hope you like this <3

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you know the second you hear the knocks at your window that you won't be getting anything else done today. he does this every fucking time.

walking across your room, you unlock the window for your boyfriend, eyes meeting his as you psyche yourself up for what you know is coming.

you return your attention to your desk, and with your back turned to him, you hear him slide his lanky body through the frame, landing softly on your carpeted floor.

"you busy?" he muses pointlessly, already shrugging his jacket off and reaching down to untie his boots. player one, ready?

"yeah," you hum pointlessly too, hands fiddling with the trinkets on your desk. maybe if you don't look at him, you won't cave. player two, ready?

"what you up to?" his voice grows closer. you close your eyes, breathing deep and slow to try to build your resolve, but you can hear him inching towards you, the clinging of his belts giving his movements away.

"cleanin' my room." you spin around, figuring you'd face your doom instead. his shoes are off now, placed up against the wall under your window. and now the game has started.

"mhm. well don't let me stop you," he smiles, and you wish you could say that it didn't put another dent in your already rusty resolve, but it does. with shaking hands crossed in front of you, you push yourself up and away from your desk and move across your room to your pile of clothes, folding shit hastily, already so fucking nervous.

he takes your place leaning against your desk and scans your room, taking in how much you’ve already gotten done. it makes him feel a little less bad about what he’s going to do. “looks good already. how long you been cleanin’?”

“since like, 10.”

“mhm. ‘s 2:24 now. think you’re ready for a break?” you snap your head towards him, rolling your eyes and screwing your lips up at the implications of his words.

“not the kinda break you’re talking about,” you sneer, rolling your eyes again as you return your focus to the meaningless pile of clothes.

“and what kinda break is that?”

“the kinda break when you end up inside me. i don’t have time for it.” you don’t face him as you speak. you can’t. if you do, it’s all over. you don’t want it to end just yet. it’s fun. it always is.

“what, you think ‘m just tryna get in your pants? i jus’ think my girl should have a little rest, yeah?” at his words you drop the shirt in your hand, switching gears to organize your nightstand instead.

“you’re lying. you always do this.”

“do what?”

“this. you come here and sweet talk me and the next thing i know i’m under you and my room doesn’t get cleaned. i’m not doing this today.”

he’s silent— your brain isn’t. you know it’s only a matter of time until he’s doing exactly what he’s doing now.. wrapping his slim fingers around your waist and pulling you back onto him.

speaking directly against your ear, he finally comes out with what he wants. “take a break, baby, lemme make you feel good." his lips meet your neck, ghosting over your heated skin.

"can't, hobes, i gotta clean up,” you whine, but it's futile at this point, cause you're already leaning back onto him, already tilting your neck to the side to give him more access, already dropping the half-empty water bottle in your hand.

"you sure, love? y'can clean up after we're done, hm? i'll help you.” he sounds earnest, like he really cares. you shake your head no, but you let him pull you away from your desk and turn you around. "gotta clean," you repeat, but you let him push you down onto your ruffled sheets.

"then clean." he’s standing over you now with his hands tucked into his pockets, and he motions towards the pile of clothes with his head, knowing eyes fixed on your frame sprawled out on your bed. from here, the light frames him perfectly, and he looks so damn pretty. maybe you'll blame what you do next on that. doesn't matter now, though. eyes meeting, you both know you're not getting up— seconds pass with you both staring, a silent confirmation, and hobie knows your answer.

shrugging, he leans down with his hands still in his pockets, placing a damning kiss on your lips, murmuring "gave you a chance, baby. knew you didn't give a fuck about cleanin'." and he's right, embarrassingly so, so you roll your eyes, channeling your faux-frustration into a rough kiss, curling your hands under the straps of his t-shirt.

he falls forward, hands flying from his pockets to balance himself on top of you. smiling against your lips, he speaks again, “see. . you want it. you’re desperate.”

his hips start to rock against yours, stacked belts clinging against your dangling legs. hands finding the side of his face, you huff at his irritating need to almost shame you, to show for some made-up record that no matter how much you turn him down, you want him. you need him.

so you push your hips against his, humming at the groan that flies from his lips. tapping your thigh, he ushers you up the bed, your bodies turning until your head is laid on your pillows.

he reaches down between you two, sliding your shorts to the side to rub his fingers against your already sloppy cunt, smiling when he feels and sees how wet you are. “cleaning my ass,” he jokes, kissing you before you can get upset again.

sliding his fingers up, he brushes the pads of them over your sensitive clit, swallowing the pretty moans that start to flow from your spit-slicked lips. hobie knows you like the back of his hand, knows just how much pressure you need, how tight his circles have to be, knows how to make you cum hard, and cum fast.

it’s always like this when he comes by with the goal to distract you— you always end up under him with whatever you have on pushed hastily to the side, fully clothed and his hand between your legs, shaking arms wrapped around his neck. it’s desperate, really, both your need to get off.

though you try to remain steadfast, try to act like you don’t want this, the way your hips move against his hand gives you away. “did all that sayin’ ‘no’, bu’ look.” he points his eyes down, towards where his hand is hovering above your cunt, fingers glistening.

“‘course ‘m wet, don’t mean shit.”

“it don’t? that’s wild, love,” he slides two fingers in without warning and presses his thumb against your clit before he starts his circles again, other hand moving to hold you in place when you thrash against him, “cause last time i had t’almost beg. ‘n the time before that, i did beg.”

you know what he’s trying to say, and it makes heat rise in your face and makes your eyes close, cause you can’t face him. no matter, though, cause he grabs your face, spits, “open your eyes. look a’me.”

you open your eyes and meet his low ones, ones that are always black with lust, ones that bore straight through you and make you feel so small and dirty underneath their gaze. he nods at your obedience, and then his fingers catch that spot inside you, and the licks of flame inside you morph into something like a fire, lighting you up with pleasure. you’re close, so close.

“you’re gettin’ easier, baby. act all you want, you’re desperate.” that sends you over the edge, and it’s embarrassing. it’s filthy, how he just has to talk to you a little mean and you’re cumming on his fingers, shaking as you choked out sobs of his name, like you weren’t just telling him to leave you alone 10 minutes ago.

before you even come down he’s kissing you, pulling your shirt up to free your tits.

"fuck you." you spew as you separate, but you still pull him closer, position him where his clothed dick rubs right against your cunt, kept away by the fabric of his sweats and your shorts that have almost rolled back into place.

"you will, in a second," he bites back, a wicked smile plastered across his ethereal features— features that are driving you fucking insane.

you’ve grown sick of his mouth— fisting his hair, you yank hard, drawing a pained moan from him and another drag of his cock against you. “you keep talking all this shit, but you’re the one who came up to my window looking for some ass. i don’t wanna hear it.”

“yeah? and you’re the one who kept going on about havin’ to clean your room, but i got you in bed so easy. we’re both fucked.”

and it’s true. the statement grounds both of you, and you both realize just where you are— inches apart, seconds away from what you both want. snapping out of it at the same time, your hands tangle together as you reach for each other’s bottoms, you freeing his pretty dick and him ripping your shorts right down the middle.

you laugh at his haste, his deep chuckles mixing with your giggles, foreheads meeting as you both calm down after your frenzy.

“‘m sorry. still forget how strong i am.”

“‘s fine. just fuck me already.”

“ehhh,” hand around his cock, sliding his tip up and down your waiting cunt, he teases once more, “y’sure you don’ wanna clean? room’s still a bit messy.”

“hobie, i swear to god, if you do not put it in me now i will pin you down and take it.” reading your eyes, he can tell you’re dead serious.

“‘s much as i’d love that,” he slides in with a pretty groan, and you wrap your arms around his neck with a throaty whine, “i want you like this.” pushing his hips up, he seats himself inside you.

breathing heavy, you both just take a second to calm down, to bask in the feeling of being intertwined with your lover again, no matter how annoying they can be. with closed eyes, you throw your head back, resting on your pillows. hobie takes that as a sign to spread kisses down your jaw, grinning when you smile.

“move,” you breathe, shifting your hips to give him better access.

that first stroke always drives you both crazy. the slow pull out, faces contorting in pleasure, bodies getting closer and closer until the next best thing is merging together again, you pushing down and him pushing up and then his cock takes its rightful place inside you, sensitive tip leaking against your cervix.

“‘m all the way in, love, can feel the end of you,” he murmurs against your neck, and you nod, curling your arms tighter around his neck. then, he just grinds, circles his hips, just barely pulling out.

it’s perfect, the way your bodies move against each other, giving and receiving pleasure at the end of the game you both love playing. with fluttery glides and soft slides, and pitchy whines and deep groans, you dunk yourselves into that familiar pool of feeling, let it fill up your noses and mouths until it’s spilling over, your bodies shaking and jerking against each other.

blissed out of your fucking minds, your lips meet the others, lazy connects of your lips that you can just barely call kisses. they’re slack-jawed and sloppy, spit-swapping, the lewd smacks filling the air, mixing with the harmony of fucked-out sounds.

slowly, hobie starts moving his hips around differently, on a mission now, one that has you tensing up, cause it never takes him long to find it, that sweet spot that has you—

“fuck,” you drawl, throwing your head back, and hobie just smiles and keeps his hips moving that way, keeps his cock kissing that same spot.

"that's it?" he hums.

when you try to articulate what you're feeling, try to tell him "yeah", the words never come. instead, he's raising up to spread your legs and balancing himself above you, switching from slow grinds to deep thrusts that have him pressing against that spot even more now.

now, with him slapping his hips against yours and his thumb on your clit, the sound fills the room, skin against skin. jolting against him, his eyes are still trained on yours, fixed on the furrow of your eyebrows and the o-shape your lips make, focused on how pretty you look when he fucks you.

your choppy moans fill his ears, the background to his barrage of words that fill yours. sentences about how pretty you look, how good you feel, how he just wants to fuck you forever, and then for the second time without warning, you cum again, right when he says something about wanting to keep you fucked and filled, "'s why i keep comin' over, cause i wan' you full of me all the time."

it's gentle, this time, streams of feeling flowing softly through you. hobie makes sure to keep his pace steady through it all, makes sure he prolongs it as long as he can.

when you come down, you're pushing up on his hips with shaking hands, nodding your head and telling him to move. he doesn't waste a second, lifts up and grabs your headboard with one hand to give himself some leverage, his other hand resting on your calf. this time around, he's forgotten all that slow shit.

he rocks his hips hard and fast, jolting you up, and your back rubs against your sheets, your hands fly to your thighs to ground yourself.

"keep 'em open," he slurs, eyes fixed on where he disappears inside you, on the way you cream on his cock, his pretty dick painted white. "watch," he tells you, "she swallow me up so nice." his tone is awe-filled, brown eyes lit up at the visual of you taking him so well.

your eyes roll back in your head, another wave of arousal overtaking you and you can't watch any longer or you'll go crazy, so you watch his face instead. watch his pretty fucking face contort in pleasure, watching his eyebrow piercings dance in the light, watch his sharp jaw clench when you clench around him.

and god, it’s building up again. how could have ever even thought you’d clean up today, when this is so much better. “you gonna cum?” he asks, cause he knows your tells better than you do. you nod shakily, hands gripping onto your thighs so hard you swear you feel your fingers going numb.

“then do it.” it’s an order, really, and you know what he means. hand flying to your clit, you rub messy circles, and hobie moves his hand from your calf to your thigh to keep you open for him. nodding with wild eyes, he watches you make yourself cum, watches your circles became sloppy side-to-side motions while you whine and almost fucking cry, watches your cunt clamp down on him and suck him in “like she don’t wanna let go.”

through the mind-fuck in your head, you hear him groan loud, and then he’s cumming too, gripping your headboard so hard you swear you hear a soft crack, but fuck the headboard, cause hobie looks so pretty when he cums that it don’t even matter.

laughing, blissed out of your minds, hobie lays down on top of you, breathing hard and sweaty as shit, just like you are.

“i really did need to clean my room though, hobie.” you hum, turning your head to face him.

“i wasn’t just tryin’ to get in your pants, love, i was serious about helpin’,” he mumbles against your neck. and he does help. by the time he’s sliding back through your window and kissing you goodbye, your room is perfect.

[flightlessangelwings]

Never Let You Go

Joel Miller x fem!reader (no use of y/n) Word count- 3.2k Warnings- smut (18+ ONLY!), fight/argument, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, making up, love confessions, feelings, light dirty talk and praise kink, unprotected sex, set in the Jackson part of the show/game Notes- Inspired by a thought from discord that I just had to write into a full fic! And added a little romantic smut too cause gotta have that happy ending after that angst lol! The angst was very cathartic for me tow rite since I’ve been going through it lately too lol. Enjoy! Taglists are closed. To stay up to date on when I post, feel free to also follow my update blog and turn on post notifs @flightlessangelwings-updates​

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Jackson was like a dream. After living in the QZ for so long and then making the dangerous trip across the country with Joel and Ellie, it felt surreal that there was a settlement of people living so peacefully. Laughter rang everywhere you went, and the kindness was a welcome change of pace. Not to mention a clean house, a warm meal and a hot shower felt like heaven on earth.

But the feeling of paradise didn’t last long when Joel came up to you with a serious look on his face. “Hey,” his tone was low and he held a calmness in his eyes.

Your face dropped, “What is it, Joel?”

“We gotta talk,” he sighed as he crossed his arms.

“Something wrong?” you asked as your nerves tingled under your skin. You knew by the look on Joel’s face that something was in his mind, and it scared you to wonder what was going through his head. After traveling across the country with him and Ellie, you liked to think you knew him well… and you held a secret longing in your heart for him. But right now, a chill ran through your veins and you had no idea what was coming next. 

“Now that we’re here, I think you should stay.” Joel sounded cold as he spoke. As much as he hated to break your heart like this, he told himself that this was for the best. This was the best way to keep you safe and out of danger. He had too many close calls on the road, and the thought of losing you was too much for him to bear. It was a stab in the heart to see that look on your face and the tears in your eyes, but if it kept you safe, Joel would find a way to manage. 

“What?” you snapped in a burst of emotions, “Stay?”

“Yeah,” Joel huffed as he hid his true feelings under the anger that suddenly exploded between you, “This place has everything you need. You can build a new life here. You’ll be happy. Trust me, this is the best for you.“

“Don’t make my decision for me, Joel. You should know me better than to do that.” The rage bubbled to the surface as tears filled your eyes and you stared at him, “Why?” was the first question that popped into your head after several moments of tense silence.

“Because,” Joel’s tone turned more sour as he sounded harsher than he meant to, “You’re better off here. It’s best this way.” 

From behind you, Ellie’s face appeared in the shadows. She watched with wide eyes as the two of you went back and forth, but she decided to stay silent. You didn’t even know she was there, but Joel caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye.

“So after everything we’ve been through, you’re just dumping me off here? Don’t I mean anything to you?” There it was: the hurt under all the animosity. And it was palpable as your voice broke. 

Joel’s jaw clenched but he stayed silent.

And that only made you angrier, “What is this, you think I can’t handle myself out there? That I’m a fucking liability or something? Is that it, Joel? I’m not a damsel in distress you know!”

“It’s not…” He couldn’t keep up the facade anymore as you broke down in front of him. Suddenly, Joel regretted ever bringing it up in the first place. 

“Save it,” you spat as you turned to leave, “Fine. Have it your way. Good luck with everything,” your tone was harsh and low as you walked out the door and slammed it behind you.

Joel watched you leave with tears in his eyes, but he stayed frozen in place. His heart pounded in his chest as all the unspoken words ate him up inside. He wanted to tell you the truth of why he wanted you to stay in Jackson. He wanted to tell you exactly how he felt, But he couldn’t risk that. Not when he’d already lost so much.

“Joel!” Ellie’s voice rang from where he hid in the shadows, “What the fuck are you doing? Go after her!” She ran up and tugged at his arm.

“Ellie it ain’t that simple,” Joel signed as he turned and walked towards the bedroom, “She’s too angry right now anyway…” …And I blew it…

“Joel…”

“Ellie!” Joel snapped back louder than he meant to. When he saw Ellie’s wide eyes, he took a deep breath and continued in a softer tone, “Enough,” he sounded exasperated as he closed the door to the bedroom, leaving Ellie alone in the flurry of emotions that both of you left behind. Behind closed doors, Joel buried his head in his hands as his own tears soaked his skin.

Fuck…

*

The cold air nipped at your skin as you sat outside in the snow. You walked around Jackson aimlessly for hours until your legs screamed at you to rest. So, you stopped somewhere in the outskirts of the town and sat on a log. The spot you picked was up on a hill, and it gave you the perfect view of Jackson.

You watched all the people in the distance as you stayed in your solitude. A fresh layer of snow made the ground glisten and your eyes traced the footsteps that the people left behind. Chatter echoed from the crowd that gathered in the middle of town, and you watched with a solemn expression as families gathered together.

Couples nuzzled together in front of the glittering lights. Lovers brought their partners mugs of warm drinks to share together. Families laughed together like the world hadn’t fallen apart around them. For the first time in a long time, you saw so many smiling faces. Instead of it bringing you comfort, though, it only brought you sadness.

A sharp shiver escaped your lips as a chill ran up your skin. Goosebumps erupted on your arms under the thin coat you wore, and you wished you had grabbed something thicker before you stormed out on Joel. Your teeth chattered as you sat alone in the cold…

But, that chill suddenly vanished when you felt a new layer of warmth across your shoulders and back. You gasped as you turned around and saw Joel next to you as he slung his warm jacket over your shoulders. He held a melancholy look in his eyes as he sat down next to you without a word.

“Joel…” you snarled. When he just looked forward, watching the crowd that had captivated you to the point where you didn’t hear him walk up behind you, you softened, “Thank you.”

He sighed your name, “You’re welcome.”

You stared at Joel for several long moments, studying his features. Scars littered his face, but they only made him more handsome to you. The sharp angle of his nose and the softness in his eyes captivated you from the moment you met. When he exhaled, your eyes landed on his lips, and you wondered what it was like to kiss them. 

And as furious as you were at Joel for what he said earlier, you couldn’t help but feel calm and safe with him just sitting beside you in this comfortable silence. There was just something about him that you couldn’t pull away from even if you wanted to.

“I’m sorry,” Joel broke the silence with a confession that caught you off guard. 

This time it was your turn to stay silent as he turned and faced you. The look on his face made your heart skip a beat, and the sorrow in his eyes made you want to pull him close and hold him tight. But, you could also tell he had more to say, so you let him continue.

“I don’t think you can’t handle yourself. And you ain’t a liability. It ain't nothing like that at all,” Joel spoke in a soft tone but one that still held all the emotions he kept buried, “The truth is…” he sighed as his gaze dropped to the ground, “I was afraid.”

“You? Afraid?” you scoffed, “Joel you’re the toughest man I know. I’ve seen you take on a clicker with just a rusty shiv. You protected me and Ellie all this time. So what…?”

“I love you,” Joel interrupted you with another confession that took you by surprise.

“What?” Your voice was hushed as you gasped.

Joel sighed as he buried his face in his hands for a moment before he turned to you again, “The reason I’m afraid, baby… Is because I fucking love you. The thought of losing you is just…” he sobbed softly, “Fuck, I can’t even bare it if anything happened to you. You and Ellie… You’re everything to me now.”

“Joel,” you breathed as you scooted yourself closer and cupped his face, “Call me that again.”

A flash of a grin lit up his face, “Baby…” 

You looked deep into his eyes, and the mistiness you saw there brought on tears of your own. You rubbed your thumbs across his beard a few times before you crashed your lips to his. Joel let out a muffled groan, but quickly reciprocated the kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in even closer as he deepened the kiss.

Even in the cold, a warmth spread between your bodies as you held each other tightly. Your hands grasped at his jaw as you tasted Joel on your tongue. You moaned softly into his mouth, and it only spurred him on more as he ran his hands up and down your back. Between the warmth of his jacket and the explosion of emotions between you both, the icy fingers of the winter air melted away.

When you broke away for air, you rested your forehead against Joel’s, “I love you too, Joel. I have for a long fucking time.” You were quiet again as you just stared into his eyes, “From now on, we work together, ok? Don’t push me away.”

“Yes ma’am,” the smile that lit up Joel’s face made your heart flutter and the way he squeezed your waist sent a pulse through your body that went right to your core. “How about you and I get out of here then,” Joel’s low tone made you whimper with need and suddenly a new feeling took over your body and your mind.

“Let’s go,” you murmured in a matching tone.

Joel stood, taking you with him, and he never let you go on the walk back to the house that Tommy and Maria set you all up in. When you crossed the door, Joel shrugged his jacket off of you and called out into the house, “Ellie?”

When it was silent, you made your way into the living room where a note sat on the table, “Joel,” you called out to him as you read the note, “Ellie went to the movies with the other kids in town. We have the place to ourselves for a while.”

Joel came up behind you and snaked his arms around you, pulling you close as he groaned in your ear, “Good,” he bucked his hips against your body, “Cause I’d hate to have to keep you quiet after finally having you to myself, baby.”

“Joel…” you moaned as you turned around and faced him, “Who knew you had such a mouth on you,” you quipped back before he took your lips with his in another deep, heated kiss.

“I’ve thought about this for so long, baby,” Joel purred as he led you through the house and up the stairs to the bedroom, “You have no idea how long I wanted to hold you and never let you go.”

“Then hold me and never let me go, Joel.” 

He let out a single soft laugh, “Yes ma’am,” he repeated himself in a softer tone as he kissed you again.

As much as he wanted to take his time with you, the need was also too great to take it slow. In what felt like a flash, you both had stumbled your way into the bedroom, kissing each other and ripping clothes off as you went. You didn’t even notice the bed until your legs hit the edge and you tumbled backwards and landed on your back with Joel on top of you. Both of you let out loud huffs as the air was forced out of your lungs but you immediately broke out into laughter.

“Now I’m extra glad I got to have a shower,” you joked.

“Doesn't matter to me, baby,” Joel groaned, “I’d still have you either way. I ain’t scared of a little dirt and sweat.”

“Joel,” you playfully slapped his shoulder before your laughter dissipated and you admired every inch of skin that was now exposed to you. Your mouth dropped open as you couldn’t help but gawk at Joel naked on top of you, “Wow…” you breathed in awe.

He dropped his head and let the tufts of hair hide his face as he took the opportunity to admire you as well, “Fuck baby you’re so beautiful.”

Before you could retort, Joel took your lips with his once more, but this time the kiss was slow and deep. His hips rocked against yours as his tongue danced in the same rhythm. Joel’s hardened cock dragged along your wet folds as he swallowed the moans you let out from his actions.

“Baby, as much as I wanna take my time with you, I don’t think I can right now,” Joel pleaded.

“Then fuck me, Joel,” you moaned, “I don’t care… I need you too bad.”

“Fuck,” he groaned as he nudged his cock at your entrance, “I swear baby, next time I’m gonna take my time with you,” Joel moaned as he slowly pushed the tip past your first ring of muscle, “I’m gonna spend hours between your legs before I fuck you. Then I’m gonna fuck you til the sun comes up.”

“Oh fuck… Joel…” your mind swam as he pushed himself inside you inch by inch while whispering sweet praises in your ear. Between his cock stretching you out and the way he spoke, you knew you weren’t going to last long.

“You alright, baby?” Joel cupped the side of your face as he continued to slowly sheath himself inside you.

“Yes,” you replied  immediately, “Please Joel… Keep going…”

“Shit baby…”

Joel covered your body with his own and buried his face in the crook of your neck as his hips met yours. Both of you moaned loudly as your bodies connected and he buried his cock completely inside you. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and dug your nails into his back.

“Move Joel… Please…”

Unable to deny you, Joel groaned your name as he rocked his hips back and snapped them forward, slamming his cock deep inside you. Both of you cried out in harmony as he thrust his hips again and again in a steady rhythm. You threw your head back as tears filled the corners of your eyes. To you and Joel, the entire world melted away and all that was left was each other as he filled you over and over again.

“Fuck… Joel… I’m gonna…” you moaned as you clung to him tighter.

“Fuck baby… Me too…”

Joel sped up his thrusts as you both chased your climaxes. And between the heat of the moment and the high emotions, it didn’t take long for you both to fall apart. You and Joel clawed at each other as you came one right after the other. Moans and cries and incoherent praises echoed between you two as you rode out your climaxes together. Even in the cold, sweat lined your bodies as you both trembled from the weight of your orgasms until you both completely collapsed. 

You held Joel close as he let himself flop on top of you, his cock still buried inside you. Neither of you wanted to move even if you could, and you placed soft kisses along his hairline. You felt Joel mirror your action as he kissed along your shoulder and whenever he could reach. Heavy breaths were the only sound in the room as you both recovered your strength. 

With a groan, Joel eventually pushed himself up and pulled out of you before he collapsed next to you. Immediately, you nuzzled yourself into his open arms and rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you closed your eyes contently. The beat of Joel’s heat reminded you that he was still there, and he wasn’t going anywhere. And the feeling of you in his arms told Joel that you were here, and you weren’t going anywhere. Together, you stayed happy in the other’s arms.

And sleep would have taken you over if it weren’t for the sound of the front door opening and Ellie calling both your names.

“Anyone here?” she called into the quiet house.

“Upstairs, Ellie… But don’t come up here,” you called out to her with a giggle.

Even without seeing her, you knew that Ellie rolled her eyes at you, “Ok gross!” she couldn’t help but laugh, “Don’t go traumatizing children here!”

“Ellie!” Joel chastised.

She stomped up the stairs as loudly as possible, “I am here!” Ellie enunciated every word with a stomp, “Just going to my room,” she hollered as she reached the door and slammed it shut behind her, “I gotta find earmuffs or something,” she muttered to herself. Truly though, Ellie was happy the two of you made up, “It’s about fucking time.” If she had anyone to bet with, Ellie would have wagered how long it would take you and Joel to finally realize your feelings for the other. 

Your eyes never left Joel’s face as the two of you listened to Ellie’s dramatic display. You couldn’t help but smile brightly as he rolled his eyes and let out a deep sigh. But, when he felt you staring, he turned and met your gaze.

“What is it?” Joel asked.

“Nothing,” you sighed dreamily, “It’s just… This is nice,” you gestured to the room, “It feels right, you know?”

Joel let out a short laugh as he gave you a squeeze, “It does…” 

“Promise me it’ll be like this after we’re done,” you said, “The three of us together like this…” …like family.

Joel leaned forward and placed a long kiss on your forehead, “I promise baby,” his low tone made your heart skip a beat, “I ain’t coming back without both of you.” 

You closed your eyes contently as you leaned into his embrace. Neither of you spoke the words that were on the tip of your tongues, but you both knew from the way you held the other what was left unsaid. 

“Let’s get some sleep,” Joel muttered as he made himself comfortable and pulled you in so that your head rested on his shoulder and his arms stayed securely wrapped around you. 

And Joel looked forward to the days that would end like this: with the ones he loved safe under the same roof. For Joel, that was paradise and worth fighting for. 

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM BEYONCÉ'S COWBOY CARTER *  assorted lines from the album, some slightly adapted, adjust as necessary

nothing really ends.

for things to stay the same, they have to change again.

hello, my old friend.

you changed your name, but not the ways you play pretend.

do you hear me?

let me make myself clear.

can you hear me, or do you fear me?

can we stand for something?

now is the time to face the wind.

can you stand me?

this isn't the time to pretend.

they used to say i spoke "too country."

they don't know how hard i had to fight for this.

goodbye to what has been.

you were only waiting for this moment to arise.

i had to leave my home at an early age.

i'm not in my bed.

i gotta choose myself.

i might cook, clean, but still won't fold.

i'm still working on my life, you know.

only god knows.

i got art to make.

i got love to create.

they won't dim my light.

i had to sacrifice and leave my fears behind.

you'll remember me, 'cause we got something to prove.

i will lead you down that road if you lose your way.

i'm born to be a protector.

even though i know someday, you're gonna shine on your own.

i gave water to the soil, and now it feeds me.

there you are, shaded underneath it all.

i feel proud of who i am.

i first saw your face in your father's gaze.

how many times have you let yourself get down?

be fond of your flaws.

i just hope you love yourself like that.

i really hope the best for you.

you're my love, my sweetie pie.

don't let go.

lay your cards down.

i'll be damned if i can't slow dance with you.

don't be a bitch.

there's a heatwave coming at us.

i give you kisses in the backseat.

you make me cry, you make me happy.

just toss it.

they couldn't have me and they never will.

sometimes i hold you closer just to know you're real.

sometimes i take a day off just to turn you on.

i could be your bodyguard.

you should let me ride shotgun.

you know how people like to start shit.

someone better hold me back.

i'm warning you, don't come for my man.

don't take the chance just because you think you can.

the games you play are nothing new.

you don't want no heat with me.

i know my man better than he knows himself.

shoot your shot with someone else.

i'm warning you, woman, find your own man.

i have to have this talk with you.

i really tried to stay cool, but your arrogance disturbed my solitude.

look what you made me do.

if you cross me, i'm just like my father.

you say move a mountain and i'll throw on my boots.

how does it feel to be adored?

think about leaving? hell no.

time moves quickly, and so do i.

i don't need anything.

here's to hoping i'll fall fast asleep tonight.

i need to get through this.

i came here for a reason, but i don't know the purpose.

time heals everything.

i'll be your backseat baby.

been a while since i haven't tried to pull away.

come here, you sexy little thing.

baby, you play too much.

i'm looking super hot.

i'm a fucking animal.

every time you know just what to do.

no one ever got me going quite like you.

girl, i wanna take you home.

they won't be around.

i hope that you know that once i loved you.

history can't be erased.

got you up all night and now you don't wanna leave.

how can a true love go so wrong?

put on a show and make it nasty.

let me sink into your arms.

i died and someone brought me back to life.

i plan to steal your heart again.

who am i to judge?

i will carry on.

baby, i've been waiting my whole life for you.

wherever you wanna go, that's fine with me.

all i see is the best of you.

i'm gonna give you the best years of your life.

you owe me a debt.

i hated you once.

tap me on the shoulder when you reload the gun.

i know they're looking for me.

i fall to pieces each time i see you there.

it don't matter what nobody says.

we can take back roads.

just say what you need from the store.

i'm coming home.

take that shit on the chin.

have mercy on me.

this house was built with blood and bones.

i need to make you proud.

[terresdebrumestories]

This idea ambushed me in the shower and wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it, so there you have it. This is the result of an hour of frantic typing on my phone and shall be cleaned up before I cross post it to AO3.

"I wanna come out," Jamie says, and Roy freezes in place so fast Phoebe bumps into his back and swears under her breath.

Roy doesn't even pretend to try and tease her for it, too stunned for words.

"If we win tonight," Jamie adds on the other end of the line, "I wanna come out."

"Are you sure?" Roy manages at last, and it comes out so raw Ruth does a double take in the kitchen, raising her eyebrows in question.

Roy, gripping his phone like he'll die if he lets go, shakes his head and turns away, making his way to the corridor on shaky legs. From very far away, he thinks he hears Phoebe ask if he's alright, but Roy pushes her out of his mind as soon as Jamie says:

"I'm sure."

"Jamie," Roy hisses, "it could end your career."

"So what?" Jamie says, and Roy almost ask who the fuck is possessing his partner.

"Jamie."

"Roy. I'm thirty-four. I've won the Premier League, the Europe League and the fucking World Cup. I'm in the fucking Olympics. Once I've won that, who the fuck cares if I get a goodbye tour?"

"You do," Roy says. Then Jamie grunts and Roy adds: "I'm with you. You know I am, always." Jamie hums, but it sounds like he's relenting, not skeptical, so Roy makes himself continue despite the risk of Ruth or Phoebe overhearing: "I just don't—I don't want you to regret it."

To regret me, Roy is surprised to mean. After all, they've been together for almost ten years now. Any coming out Jamie makes is likely to result in their relationship becoming public, and Roy...Roy has apparently not quite managed to get over their age difference as thoroughly as he thought he had.

"I won't," Jamie promises, the sound of his voice suddenly echoing, like he just stepped in a bathroom. "I really won't. Just 'cause I'm buzzin' doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing."

Roy can't help worrying anyway, but he still makes himself breathe in, and then out, and then say:

"Okay. Then I think you should do it."

"Oh, I was gonna," Jamie says, playful, and Roy smiles at his sister's bathroom door like an idiot. "But also. Em. I don't—if I'm gonna come out publicly, I don't wanna have to like. Pretend like I'm single or whatever. Or like. If I do get my fucking retirement tour and we meet in a game or whatever, I don't wanna have to pretend like I'm not dead gone on you, you know?"

Roy's heart expands in his chest, like it's trying to make a run for it through his ribs or something, and he knows he's full-on grinning at the bathroom door when he says:

"Me either. Please feel free to mention me by name."

"Grand," Jamie says over the sound of a shower turning on. "Great. Well. I gotta go soon but uh. Wish me luck?"

"Good luck," Roy obliges. And then, because he's had nearly ten years of practice to make this bit easy, he adds: "I love you."

"Love you too."

*

"What a game," Arlo White shouts on TV a few hours later, while Ruth and Phoebe do a victory dance around the couch, where Sam and Keeley are singing Jamie's stupid fucking chant along with the crowds in the stadium.

"What a game! What a play! What a goal! And what an ovation for Jamie Tartt, indubitably the man of the match!"

"I agree," Chris Powell adds, sounding almost excited for once, "I'd even say: what a career! Jamie Tartt won it all! Honestly Arlo, I wouldn't be surprised if he decided to retire soon, I mean at this point what else does he need?"

"Oh shut the fuck up," Roy yells at the TV, earning himself a playful shove from Phoebe and a prod in the ribs from Keeley. "Stupid fucking pundits," he mutters into his champagne.

"That would be so much more convincing if you weren't pink with pride, babe," Keeley teases, and Roy grunts without heat.

The truth is, now that White and Powell have announced a transition on the ground and the camera switched to Barbara Carnahan on the side of the pitch, Roy feels himself tense with anticipation. Everyone here knows about him and Jamie, of course, but they don't know what he's planning to do. That leaves Roy alone to deal with the nerves of Jamie's impending announcement, and holy fucking shit, they're a lot.

"First of all," Carnahan says when she catches Jamie and gets him to stand in front of her camera, "I want to congratulate you on an absolutely marvelous game!"

Roy watches Jamie's tongue dart out in celebration, like he's a goddamned emoji or something, and finds himself gripping Keeley's hand out of sheer need to share the moment with someone.

"Thanks," Jamie says, sobering up a little bit, "We did really good, yeah!"

"Oh, definitely! How does it feel? Did you expect this when you woke up this morning?"

"Well, you know," Jamie says, running a hand through his hair, "nothing's ever certain, but I knew our chances were good, yeah, so I was like. Fairly optimistic about it."

"And you were right!" Carnahan agrees with a little bounce. "I'll admit I was nervous when the first half ended at one-one, but that goal in injury time was magnificent!"

"Yeah, Satō gave me a great assist there, that kid's gonna get far," Jamie says, wiping at his brow.

To Roy's left, Sam coos a little, happy to see one of his Marseille teammates get some recognition. He hasn't looked that cheerful since he busted his knee right before the Olympics started and he knew he had to sit the competition out.

"What was going on in your head at that moment?" Carnahan asks Jamie. "As the whistle blew and you realized you'd won, where did you mind go? Is there anyone you thought of in particular?"

"Well there's me mum, of course," Jamie says. "She's in the stands, and I'm really glad she could be here for this. And then there's my partner."

Around Roy, the living room falls into the most intense silence he's ever heards, even as Jamie adds:

"Actually, is it okay if I talk to him for a sec?"

"Him?" Carnahan asks, at the same time as Keeley and Phoebe shriek:

"WHAT?"

"Yeah, him," Jamie says, prompting Sam to shout and grab Roy's left shoulder. "Can I talk to him?"

And this. This wasn't the script, right? Roy thought—usually—this isn't. No. No!

...no?

"Oh my god, uncle Roy!" Phoebe is saying, gripping Roy's right shoulder, "Oh my god!"

"Yes, sure," Barbara Carnahan says with the dazed look of a reporter who's just been hit with the exclusive of the decade, "go ahead."

Jamie grins, and thanks her, and then he takes a deep breath—Roys mirrors him, can't help it, feels like he's about to explode, or melt, or both—

"Roy," Jamie says on the screen, eyes turned straight at the camera so it looks like he's actually watching Roy in 16:9 format, "it's hard to remember what it was like to hate you enough to nearly fight you right on the pitch."

Someone says a very strangled 'what the fuck' and it takes Roy a second to realize it's Keeley, but also the reporter on the telly.

"Turns out you're actually one of the best men I've ever fucking met—" ('Oh my god!' Says Keeley, slapping Roy's arm.) "You support me and challenge me all the fucking time, you're funny, and the grumpiest arse in the morning." ('OH MY GOD!' shouts Phoebe from behind Roy.) "I've spent nine years of my life loving you to your face, and you've taken it like a champ so far...so what do you say we make it official and tie the knot?"

"OH MY GOD!" Screams the living room, pushing and pulling and slapping at Roy.

He can barely breathe, feels himself grow twice, thrice, ten times bigger than he normally is, floating like a bubble of champagne as Phoebe nearly breaks his nose trying to shove his phone against his ear—"YOU HAVE TO FUCKING CALL HIM, UNCLE ROY!"

And then there's a dial tone, and some spluttering on tv, and more shouting, and a phone comes into view, lands against Jamie's ear, and then—

"You motherfucker!" Roy yells into the phone, and Jamie-on-the-screen blinks and grins, and Jamie-on-the-phone gives this little hitch of breath he does when he thinks 'I love you', and Roy is saying: "You absolute wanker! No fucking warning—"

And Jamie-on-the-screen scrunches his nose and grins harder, and Roy's heart goes into fucking overdrive, his pulse loud in his ears and in his palms, and Jamie-on-the-phone asks:

"So like, that's a yes, right?"

"Yes! Of course it's a yes you gigantic prick!" Roy yells, and Jamie-on-the-screen fist pumps while Roy's world turns into one giant shriek of joy, and then there's champagne popping, and four different footballers bursting on the screen to hug and jump up and down and shout so loud Roy hears them even when Jamie has to take the phone away from his ear.

"Oh my god!" Keeley shouts, muffled, into Roy's neck when he hangs up, knowing full well there's no way Jamie's getting back to his phone until much later tonight. "Congratulations! I'm so happy for you!"

"Did you really not know?" Phoebe asks, shouting into his other ear.

"I knew he wanted to come out and go public about us," Roy says, falling back from the adrenaline-induced shouting to the best sort of daze. "I didn't know he was going to propose!"

And Roy sounds grumpy about it, he knows he does—will probably get shit from Jamie about it as soon as his fucking plane lands, really! And his sister, his niece, his friends are being way too loud about it, and now his phone's buzzing and will probably keep buzzing for the next four or five hours, and Roy sounds grumpy but he does not mean it for a fucking second.

[neonfretra]

just read your nhl teams opinion post and I'm laughing my head off. sharkies clean sweep <3 <3 <3

COMPLETELY valid reason to dislike the devils, dw 'bout that (though if you ever need an infodump about them I come armed and ready!), but I will just say... macblack my beloved demon shark needle dodger... you are FAR from the only devil who's been stiffed by the terrible medical staff. imagine being sponsored by a hospital and having the worst concussion spotters in the league. radio-for-a-head is sputtering static right now I HATE THE DEVILS MEDSTAFF SO FUCKING MUCH THEY KEEP OBVIOUSLY INJURED PLAYERS IN GAMES AND IN THE LINEUP FOR NO FUCKING REASON AUGHHHHH

but I like how you looked at the entire east and went "who cares, experience shork". I aspire to be like this.

I also wish I could forget the Leafs. I also aspire to be like this.

um. in lieu of any like. actual content have pictures :]

timo mimo......... grabby hands............... it is possible that I named my blåhaj after him..................... they're the same picture your honor!!!

but I like how you looked at the entire east and went "who cares, experience shork". I aspire to be like this.

i need you to know this line has put me in honest to god, genuine tears from laughing. oh my god i didnt even realize. like i have the standings pulled up and goin down the list i literally only care for THREE teams (the bolts, the sens, and the pens) for their proximity to the sharks. INCREDIBLY humbling. read me like an open book. im returning to this ask when im not lightheaded oh my god

ok multiple parts to this response because im goin point by point. i yap a LOT. not sorry, hello <3

the art!

OH... those wings are DELIGHTFUL!!! i love how nicely you simplified them, especially with a pen hell?? very very elegant, i hope you get a major minor obsession with angels ^_^

the devs & injuries in the nhl

how they handle injuries drive me UP THE WALL. like i personally assume teams start actin like this when theyre in hopes of playoffs when in reality its like . BABY. WE ARENT GOIN TO BOSTON. PUT THE STICK DOWN.

to make this about the sharks (you read my rankings, you know im like this) i constantly joke about the sharks being the healthiest team in the league cause all our players are out. like christ we have second most missed games on a per player basis at 459 man games lost to injury, second to vegas!

but i think its straight up because playoffs are SUCH a pipe dream for 19-wins-total san jose sharks that we dont HAVE the same pressure to play with torn muscles or broken bones. there is a reason why mackblack CAN have his 72 hours of purgatory (3 day long fever) out compared to teams who are noted to have locker room wide sickness and still getting in board battles. i think we should expose mackblack to them kinda players before the preseason so he builds an immunity to whatever they got. yeah im basically trying to vaccinate him SORRY i am getting distracted

YES, i will disappointed beyond words when the sharks start gettin better at hockey

and its like that that i cant really say its a DEVS thing now, its tradition to see what horrific injury a player played through in their locker cleanout like a more morbid new years countdown. do not want to imagine the consequences of the culture as perpetuated by both staff and players on long term health. lord. and people get mad about mark stone takin time off.

in the same ravine, different vein, hohhh boy they were NOT joking we have gotta separate leagues and medical care. nothin good has come of a doctor workin in the best interest of your team that wants you on ice ASAP and not in the interest of keeping you healthy and able to play and to live a decent life after playin. league worst concussion spotters is a HIGH bar. lird.

but in the same breath what can you do about a mess of on ice spotters? unless you plan on bringin your family doctor as a plus one. which is an absolute wild thought actually. wag jacket for my medical practitioner <3 rhinestone directly INto my open injury <3

sponsored by a hospital too... irony is rollin in its grave hello a whole rotisserie chicken of it

the devs, but more normal

wait oh god i gotta be SO honest with you when i was raggin on the devs i had you in mind as like. THEE friend of mine that roots for em and debating on how impolite itd be to drag your team. and then i remembered we both root for vgk <3

would you believe me when i say i followed them a bit? yeah i was mostly lookin for kahkonen, i do miss him though id call it a bit bad mannered of me to clearly only root for a team for one player LOL

do NOT look at vgk. or tbl. or dal. dont even look at ME.

does it actually count if im also lookin at timo meier? two players thats gotta count for umm something. two things even? because hes an exshark. yeah. oh god it really is a sharkies clean sweep. beloved stereax you have unwound me like the noble helicase. you got me checked out and in like a library book. you broke me down to my barest components. what do i even do with myself right now???

i will NOT say more lest i embarrass myself more than i have already

LOVE that you named your blahaj after him, thats very cute <3 i am endlessly enamored by the photo you chose of timo mimo, why are you so hat boy!!!

hey isnt a blahaj also a shark

PLEASE feel free to tell me bout the devs, im sure knowin more about the team will not make me itching to throw down with their managements poor decisions any more ^_^

getting a little less normal, a little more embarrassing now

okay i need to be so honest with you. and myself. mostly myself. i was SO surprised to learn media has an eastern conference bias. what the hell is a traditional hockey market.

bringing shame to my family name by discussing the leafs

should i not be tryin to remember them if youre tryin to forget LMAO

you wanna know something more humiliating than regularly forgetting the leafs. i confuse them with MULTIPLE teams when i do remember them. NEAR EVERY BLUE TEAM. the bolts. the nucks. the sabres, when i do remember them. the blues.

I FOLLOW SOMEONE WITH A MITCH MARNER PFP. HOW DO I MANAGE TO FORGET THIS TEAM SO OFTEN???

visibly sweating and shaking as i stare at a wall and try to recall every bit of trivia i know about the leafs RN. if you root for the leafs i probably owe you financial compensation

[icedmetaltea]

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I'm supposed to go back to my apartment tomorrow... or at least start, it's a 9 hour drive. Considering I can't go 30 mins in a car without a panic attack, I'm guessing I'll have at least 5 a day, and considering even one is traumatizing enough??? I'm gonna fucking die I swear to god

There's still so much to do, so much to pack, so much to clean, dishes to wash, laundry to do... I've barely eaten today and I didn't even notice till now. My stomach hurts but I'm not hungry, couldn't dream of eating rn

I've had this awful choking, lump-in-throat feeling come throughout the day, got really bad this past hour, just been laying in bed trying to not swallow cause whenever I do that makes it worse. I keep coughing, trying to get it out, but nothing helps... I know it's gotta be anxiety but in the back of my brain I'm worried it's asthma, like I've had mild asthma this whole time and just didn't know it and I'm just lucky I haven't died yet

Sure feels like I'll suffocate. People liken it to breathing through a straw and yep I've sure felt that a lot. I also noticed it gets worse when I use perfume so that leads me to think it could be that more...

Nothing is helping today. I've tried staying distracted by playing games but no, ofc it's 70 degrees... is that normal in march?? I don't even know anymore. It's supposed to get to 80 on thursday. My only hope is that the conditioner my parents are lending me will work better than the shitty window fan in literally one room in my apartment.

I don't want to go back there. Realistically I know I have to, I still have a lot of stuff I'd need to throw out before I could move, and if I did move... where?? There's nowhere to go. I could move to an apartment in the state my parents are moving to but they're in the process of moving in and it could take like half a year or longer for them to fully move in, and even then I don't know if they plan to stay there or only go there in a specific season.

My sister isn't that far from the apartment, maybe 20 mins ish, but she works and I don't know her schedule, plus she has kids and will probably not be available most of the time if I have a bad panic attack or there's some kind of emergency

Everything is just so fucked right now. The economy is in shambles, women's rights are getting stripped away more and more every day, we're on the brink of like multiple wars and I'm just trying to get through my last semester and don't know if I can due to all this shit plus my dyscalculia

Even if I do... what then?? I don't have a plan for my future. I would never make it as a therapist. I would never make it as any of my other dream jobs through the years. The only thing I can think of is some computer science job but my eyes cross when trying to do that, I'm the opposite of logic-minded, I really just have no skills or passions or anything to set me apart

And my blood pressure keeps getting high for some reason. I know it's probably the anxiety but what the fuck am I supposed to do about that??? I tried therapy for half a year and it didn't help, might've made it worse bc she kept saying I should just give up and go on disability (which as we know would probably just lead to poverty) I can't get on meds because the ones I've tried make me suicidal (er) and I've tried healthy eating + exercising as much as I can considering I can't do anything more than walking and guess what??? I still have anxiety

I just want to live with my parents forever but even if I did, they're still going to die someday. Everyone I love is going to die and I'm going to be alone and/or abandoned again and again and again. It's be just like danny all over again.

Like genuinely what am I even alive for?? People always say it gets better and sure it does... for a while. Then I end up back at rock bottom. And I always will. Because I'm a failure

[shrineheart]

Man some shit has been going down with my DnD boy Fuck Roger and it has been a blast so far. So that means y'all gotta hear about it because I have brain rot.

So, Fuck Roger is this fella:

A classic case of "haha funny name joke" that becomes a serious character. Some notes on Roger:

He's a tiefling bard who works as a sex worker.

He's got a thick southern accent.

Fuck is his virtue name. One he chose, in part as a fuck you to his family and in part because it's what he likes to do. His father is Honor and his sister is Charity Faith so you can imagine how THAT went over.

When people ask him about it he likes to tell them "It's instructions."

Anytime someone says "Fuck!" in our game he drawls out "Yeah?" like he's answering to it.

He has an asexual boyfriend named Paul A. Deen (yes, we both went for joke names) who is a chef wizard. The pancake tattoos on his stomach are a tribute to him.

Roger comes from a rich family of philanthropists. His father is a sculptor and his mother's family would purchase art pieces and do auctions for charity etc. Which is how his parents met.

His father survived through a lot of persecution where he's from for being a tiefling. He lost his parents and brother to it. He started out life poor.

Roger is illegitimate. He's not aware of this even though it's kind of painfully obvious (his father is blue, his sister is purple, they have different horns, tails, etc)

He loves his father. His father is a good dude and knows Roger isn't his but loves him anyway.

His mother and sister were absolutely horrible to him throughout his childhood including physical abuse. His mother is a cleric so she would often just heal up wounds caused. It took him ages to convince his father something was happening because his father was often gone.

Roger's sister once tried to kill him over a boy that he wasn't even interested in. That prompted him to leave home.

He kept in contact with his father and lived with Kimora, a dragonborn woman who ran a brothel. He was of age but spent most of this time working as someone who did cleaning and fetching things.

His father sent him to bard's college. Deep down he hopes one day Roger will come to his sense, come home, and be respectable.

He fell in love with a noble's son, not realizing that said boy's sister and mother were two of his other regular customers. He had planned to run away with this boy but that information got out and he was a accused of trying to cause a scandal and blackmail the family. The boy parted ways with him but doing a complete 180 and turning against him. Roger's still not over it.

He met his current boy on a ship while running from home because said nobles would like his head on a pike. Paul was the chef.

Most of Roger's tattoos are ones he gets when marking of "races I have slept with".

He has a large tattoo of a starling on his back.

He has a tramp stamp that says Semen Demon.

Thanks to his time working in the brothel he picked up various small skills such as sign language.

His father taught him and his sister to whittle.

When people find out he's from a rich family they often see him as a kid off on a bender. He's rather quiet about his childhood but makes it clear he doesn't like his sister.

He's a good person. He doesn't like killing if he can help it. He doesn't even want his sister dead he just wants her to leave him alone.

Despite his work and how much he makes raunchy comments and jokes (the Paladin asking what a knot was is still one of my favorite moments) he's good with people. And he tries his best to make people feel comfortable.

Recent events have had him meeting up with his sister again. Their father is sick and she's trying to bring him home and while he wants to go he also doesn't want to leave his boyfriend or the party.

She's already tried fighting with him again and now they're trapped in a place where they can see each others' memories and where they will potentially lose all of their memories.

Roger doesn't want to lose his memory for all the normal reasons. But the most pressing one for him is "If we both lose our memories, I know me and we might end up in bed together and there is no way in hell that is gonna happen."

SO, where we left off last time he was about to either cast Dispel or Dimension Door to escape. The place amplifies your magic though so the results? Who knows. He and his sister flipped a coin for which spell to cast and we left on that cliff hanger last game.

[daryfromthefuture]

IT HAS BEEN A WHILE since i have made a proper ramble on here BUT.

bttf the game.

i've been replaying it recently and i forgot how insane it was. the story is SO DAMN GOOD and now i'm going to explain why i think that the citizen brown timeline was, in my opinion, an even worse timeline for marty to experience than 1985a.

(game spoilers ahead!)

so we all know that what caused the citizen brown timeline (we'll call it 1986b) to exist: emmett marries edna strickland and she gets him obsessed with law and order and using his science to control people's psyche. this results in edna and emmett being the totalitarian rulers of hill valley when marty comes back to the 1980s.

doc's face is everywhere, telling people to sign up for citizen plus. he's an idol for everyone. and i'm sure that emmett, after all of his failures, is pretty proud of that. he probably thinks that life in law is the only thing that made him successful and science was a bad idea anyway lol. anyway this is not the point.

marty enters and discovers this new hill valley. it's all clean and neat and at first glance doesn't seem as bad. there's no crime like in 1985a, in fact, there's no danger at ALL. nobody's going to shoot you or roll you over with a motorcycle.

marty, though, knows everyone in this timeline but also. doesn't. his parents both are alive. jennifer is alive (though changed significantly), and doc is alive too. and marty needs to find him.

but doc does not know marty.

imagine being a teenage kid who has had this man as your only support system for your entire youth only for him to become a complete stranger when you need him the most? this is fucked up, and we see it in marty's reactions when he eventually goes to citizen brown's office and tries to convince him he's a time traveler. marty talks to him like he'd usually talk to doc, only in this case, it's the wrong way. he gets yelled at when he tries to address an issue in hill valley.

do you think marty ever got yelled at by doc. no.

marty is, in fact, partly scared of this doc: his voice grows quiet when doc silences him in that cellar where we eventually find edna with all her monitors, and he's careful when he talks to him. of course, he wants his timeline to be restored, but he needs any version of doc to do so and he's got to work with what he gets.

i think the worst and most messed up part of 1986b is that, in comparison to 1985a, you would not expect it to exist. would you expect biff to try and get himself rich as soon as possible? yes, sure. biff is a butthead and everyone knows that.

would you expect doc, the smart, kind, father-figure in the films to become such a drastically changed person to the point that not even marty can trust him anymore and who essentially becomes an antagonist? i don't think so.

marty was completely taken aback by this entire thing and has to navigate through this strange timeline by himself. he has ZERO allies in this one. everyone either is confused by him, doesn't know him or even dislikes him.

if i were him i'd honestly cry lmao

another huge thing about 1985a and 1986b are the ways they get erased.

all it took for 1985a was to get a book back from biff. that's it, that's all this timeline hinges on. marty gets it and burns it, and done.

but 1986b? damn. that's a thousand times more complex. you've gotta convince young emmett to dump someone who he genuinely is in love with and who keeps him motivated. bonus, you even caused this relationship to happen in first place.

i'm pretty sure it was easier for marty to just steal a book than to go and break his best friend's heart to get said best friend back.

marty knows what he wants, but citizen brown almost talks him out of it. we get another glimpse at marty's selfless personality; he wants his timeline back, but what about the doc who's standing in front of him? is this worth the risk of losing the doc he has only to try and get back the version he knows?

marty is hurt when emmett literally tells him he hates him and when he's faced with the fact that he, in fact, has ruined doc's youth instead of making it better. what is this boy supposed to feel. yes, he will get the doc back he knows, but at what cost? he will forever have to live with the fact that, at some point in his life, doc loathed him.

him, the boy who eventually become his best and most loyal friend, hell, even family.

this HURTS. marty collects trauma like pokemon cards

AND LISTEN. the final episode. when citizen brown gets hit by that car to get marty out of the way. we all thought he was AGAINST marty's intentions but then he fucking saves his life with absolutely no hesitation?? then he lies there and dies while marty holds his hand and grieves him????

telltale whY MUST YOU HURT ME LIKE THIS

marty mourns this strange doc because it was still doc in a way and all marty wanted the entire goddamn time was to save doc and get back HOME and instead he gets more PAIn

marty even ends up confusing emmett for doc when he steps out of the expo hall because marty just. he just wants to have his bff back for fuck's sake and emmett is also alredy his bff and he only wants the best for him even though emmett thought differently.

i can't even begin to express how happy i am about the fact that marty and the ACTUAL, REAL doc get to hug at the end. if only it had lasted longer than 2 seconds.

THIS WAS A MASSIVE RANT but i have been rotating these thoughts in my brain for the past week or so. enjoy.

bttf the game is a fantastic addition to the franchise, it makes me FEEL THINGS and i absolutely love how we, instead of like in the first film where we had to fix the relationship between marty's parents, we have to fix the relationship between the main characters which we all thought was pretty much unbreakable in the movies. a+ stuff right there.

play bttf the game if you haven't. and then go write some fanfics about it please there aren't many and this is a CRIME. i gotta love me some game content

[totentnz]

You can chose SilverV or v/Muamar or both

🍭 What's something they can never agree on (big or small)?

🍬 Who is their biggest supporter (friend, family, etc)?

🍰 What is 'their song'? Officially or unofficially. (Esp for SilverV 👀)

💐 What’s their favorite “domestic bliss” moment? Do they cook/clean together? Do they like to go out shopping together?

love day emoji asks

otp; just the two of us (v/johnny)

🍭 What's something they can never agree on (big or small)?

v wants to get him a body. he thinks it's stupid, impossible and a waste of time (he ain't wrong) but v believes he deserves another shot at life, after all if she deserves it so does he. she keeps that promise in every version of reality. (<- temperance enjoyer)

there are other, smaller things but i cannot get them out right now lmao.

🍬 Who is their biggest supporter (friend, family, etc)?

during the events of the game there are very few people who even know about johnny and v doesn't talk about her feelings towards the engram. rogue and kerry probably suspect that there is more going on but she never confirms it.

during au: say yes to heaven (johnny gets a body au) the two are openly dating but the world forgot about johnny silverhand and he doesn't have his prosthetic anymore so to people who don't know their backstory he's just a regular guy.

when he returns to nc after going soul searching (haha) he actually has to go look for her since she moved out of the megabuilding apartment and they were strictly no-contact. kerry points him to where she currently resides (northside apartment + her motorcycle shop) so i would say he's a supporter. v was very good at making almost no friends during their time together so there is no one else. (this sounds a bit sad but it really isn't)

her brother vincent is a bit on the fence about her dating her aneurism but he's glad she found a genuine lover.

🍰 What is 'their song'? Officially or unofficially.

all my tags for cyberpunk are song names! (because most quests are also named after songs and the whole game is a big love you letter to music!!) so this is actually pretty easy!

Just the Two of Us (feat. Bill Withers) - Grover Washington, Jr.

Just the two of us We can make it if we try Just the two of us Building castles in the sky Just the two of us You and I We look for love, no time for tears Wasted water's all that is And it don't make no flowers grow Good things might come to those who wait Not for those who wait too late We gotta go for all we know

there are many more! since i'm a temperance ending enjoyer there is also this pretty recent addition.

Temperance - Royal & the Serpent

I don't think that I could ever be More than just a sick catastrophe Drowning in my asininity Hoping you won't ever want to leave I don't even know the reason why I've been up all night just getting high All I wanna do is run and hide I'm afraid that you might say goodbye [...] I don't think that I could ever be More than just a sick catastrophe Now that we have tasted misery Promise me that you won't ever leave

some honorary mentions:

Maybe My Soulmate Died - iamnotshane

Maybe my soulmate died, I don't know Maybe I don't have a soul

you know, johnny is her soulmate and he literally died. that's it, just those two lines.

Not My Type: Dead As Fuck 2 - Motionless In White

She loves me 'cause I like to give head like a zombie (I) eat, eat, eat 'til her insides are on me She loves me 'cause I give head like a zombie (I) eat, eat, eat and nobody's gonna stop me And in the glow of the pale moonlight She goes for a spin on my haunted hayride Tried out the living but I don't believe the hype 'Cause if she's got a pulse, then she's not my type

this is more of a joke than anything else, again both of them died and i know johnny is a liar but i do believe he gives head like a zombie.

💐 What’s their favorite “domestic bliss” moment? Do they cook/clean together? Do they like to go out shopping together?

i made a post some time ago about mundane things johnny and v do during the time they share a body. (also apparently my proper blog page is back now and christ alive do i need to update it lmao)

obviously during the game they do everything together, johnny is annoyed at those mundane things at first and frankly v is annoyed by shit like having to do laundry as well, not because of his presence but because she could do without it.

in au: say yes to heaven they spend some time being a boring couple, getting takeouts, sleeping in, going to the movies etc. eventually johnny suggests v should also leave nc for a bit. to everybody's surprise she actually she agrees (she's finally healing) and they go on a roadtrip! (we love that trope)

they drive down to atlanta to visit vincent and even go to one of kerry's concerts during his tour!

otp; baggage (v/muamar, set in au: everybody wants to rule the world - collab au where v didn't do the heist)

🍭 What's something they can never agree on (big or small)?

whether or not they should be dating LMAO mu is very much in love with v but she is annoyed by scared of that. they are constantly on and off. she eventually breaks up with him for good but she's not happy with that, he respects her choice though. (they truly are too old for that type of shit tbh)

🍬 Who is their biggest supporter (friend, family, etc)?

viv! (@bishicat hello bestie <;3) after her and v reconnected she's shocked and happy to hear she's seeing someone! v tells her to calm down about it since it's not that serious and she keeps teasing her about it.

viv also thinks its funny she's dating an ex-corpo, after all their friendship literally (temporarily) ended when she started working for arasaka. to v it's entirely different because muamar made the choice to leave while she was kicked out.

🍰 What is 'their song'? Officially or unofficially.

Baggage - Rare Americans

Should we start lovin', give this a try? You got baggage, but so do I You got baggage, but so do I Let's give it a try [...] This love is like a business It could drive us both insane Blind emotion leads to commotion But part of me likes that game Part of me wants the chaos And part of me walks alone What am I doing, who am I foolin' It's a life spent on your own [...] I've spent my whole life running I've spent my whole life running from myself

so let's unpack this (haha) as i mentioned before v wants him but she also doesn't. after her and viv get johnny his body back the three of them go on a roadtrip (i told you we love this trope) and muamar joins them! it was viv's idea and v was happy to have him along since the idea third-wheeling for weeks on end gave her hives.

she's actually happy for the first time in her life and they are a real, genuine couple. they even say "i love you", if you can believe it.

but because this cannot last (i cant stand the idea of her being happy leave me alone) once the trip comes to and end so does their relationship. i like comparing it to a dying pet, you know they are dying so you take them on a last trip to the park.

💐 What’s their favorite “domestic bliss” moment? Do they cook/clean together? Do they like to go out shopping together?

once you finish all of mu's gigs he tells you he wants to stop being a fixer right? and expand on his car business? (i might be wrong here, it's been a minute since i actually played)

the moment they started fucking dating they ended their professional relationship (kind of): she stopped taking gigs from him but is more than happy to steal cars for him LMAO.

she encourages him pursue his passion for cars. with v being a lowkey (motorcycle) mechanic herself, they bicker over cars vs. motorcycles a lot but also bond over their shared interest.

other than that there isn't much due to v's reluctance to get any more emotionally involved .

[absolutely-normal-about-x]

Legends Reborn silly headcanons:

The Flutter has since received an upgrade since finding X and the Guardians. It’s now bigger and has more rooms. So when not doing jobs, everyone often shares a chore to help around the Flutter so X and Roll wouldn’t be the only ones responsible for the chores.

(Tho X is okay with it since he’s normally the one to keep the Flutter ready for the Family when everyone is around the damn house wife-)

So they have a whole day dedicated as a group effort to clean up the flutter together, assigning each person a designated part of the ship (sometimes they switch up once a while). Basically think like spring cleaning for a big air ship.

Volnutt often feels bad that his Dad is always by himself on the flutter knowing that he’s fine with it so. He decided to often leave Data with him to keep him company. Data loves to nap on X’s lap or Shoulder like a cat cause he’s really comfy. X doesn’t mind the company but dang he gotta keep the monkey from accidentally blowing up the kitchen-

Fefnir snores like…really loud, so loud that it can kinda echo through the ship. It drove most of everyone crazy (Especially Roll, Harpuia and Leviathan) so they have to make fefnir’s room soundproof but you can feel the rumbles of his snoring. He’s also a heavy sleeper so…Good luck waking him up (Dunking cold so far has been the best option). He’s naturally really warm, when you touch him you can feel warmth coming out of him.

Since he’s more of a night owl, Phantom often wanders around the flutter at very late hours since everyone would be asleep and he tends to do low key cat things at night as well. He’s really a pure cryptid, combined with his squishy beans on his hands and feet his footsteps are very quiet. Aside from the random cat stuff, he really loves stargazing so he’ll go to the Ship’s roof and watch them before heading to sleep. Sometimes X or Volnutt (When he gets a really bad nightmare) would stargaze with him.

Leviathan doesn’t mind her armor a bit messed up but when it comes to her clothes? She loathes it, I’m sorry these are DESIGNER CLOTHES NOT FOR BATTLE! she will fucking be clear and loud about it it’s one way to get her pissed. But thankfully X and Volnutt can patch it up for. She knows some form of sowing but it’s not as a good as her Dad and brother. She’s also known to be the second most mischievous sibling.

Volnutt and Fefnir are pretty big eaters for different reasons since being diggers means that you stay in ruins for long periods of time and deal with reaverbots. So they often Eat more before going on digs to try to have more energy but they do have rations just in case.

Harpuia tends to be restless if he doesn’t at least stretch his wings and fly. He tends to fly around the flutter cause if he flies around the island people would probably freak out a little about him. When he’s not soaring the skies he’s mostly found in the study room with Barrel and X. Reading books, doing extremely complex puzzles and play some board games. Harpuia actually enjoys organizing, it gives him a sense of control, probably being responsible for organizing everyone’s chores and duties around the flutter. Harpuia would only let a select few folks to preen his wings (Volnutt, Roll, X and Phantom).

The guardians would let Roll tinker around with their equipment. They also shown to be fond of her, treating her like another member of the family

[determinedwriter]

Whumptober 2023: Day 27: Scars/“Let me see”

(Side note: “you drew stars around my scars, but now I’m bleeding” is like, one of my favorite lyrics ever but I didn’t use it for this cuz I couldn’t really figure out how)

Ro

I watch from a distance as Peter and Ned talk together at lunch, looking at the popular and beautiful Liz Allan. A jealous feeling sinks into my heart.

I love to see my friends have fun together. I really do. But watching Peter fawn over Liz Allan with Ned bothers me. Way more than it even should.

I shake my head, disappointed in my own insecurities. You’re better than this, Ro. Don’t worry about Liz. Even if she is everything you’re not.

Beautiful. Perfect. Peter’s dream girl.

Everything I want to be and never will be.

My stomach turns and suddenly I’m not feeling up for lunch anymore. I dump my tray out and turn my heel to exit, sneaking one last gaze at the beautiful girl.

Tan, with dark hair and a smile that could make anyone fall in love. And here I am with my lanky body, plain face, and average hair.

To top it all off, I’m awkward. Too awkward to ever be anyone’s dream. Too weird to be loved the way I want. Not that I even deserve it.

I know I’m being hard on myself, but I can’t help it. I blend into the background. I’m the side character in my own story. Not even a side character. An unnamed extra.

With my mind causing me to spiral, I enter the girls bathroom and take a look at myself in the mirror. My eyes are wide and watery. My skinny arms tremble weakly.

I bite the inside of my cheek, silently cursing myself for feeling this way. I’m nothing special and frankly I never will be.

Even if I am the daughter of Tony Stark.

That’s what makes this all so much worse. I’m supposed to be better. I’m supposed to be smart, charming and charismatic. I’m supposed to be like my dad.

But I’m just…me.

And nobody wants that.

Nobody.

I wipe my eyes, going through my school bag to find my trusty old pocket knife. The one my mother gave me. The one my grandfather made long before I was born. It’s been passed down.

“I’m sorry.” I say aloud, making a few small cuts along my arm. “I know you never wanted me to use it for this. But I have to.”

Blood trickles down to my hand and I wash myself off in the sink, watching as it swirls down the drain. It’s cathartic in a fucked up kind of way.

God, what is wrong with me?

I know the answer to that. Everything.

Once I’m done harming myself for a little relief, I exit the bathroom with the straightest face I can manage. Peter soon approaches me.

“Hey!” He says, looking to be in a good mood. “I didn’t see you at lunch.”

I shrug. “Yeah, sorry. I got caught up.”

He pauses, seeming to want to ask about it, but drops the subject. “Well, as long as you’re okay.”

I nod a bit too quickly. “Yup. What’d you get up to?”

Other than ogling over the prettiest girl in school, that is.

“Oh, uhh…Ned and I just talked. The usual stuff.” Peter replies.

“Sorry to miss it.” I tease. “I bet it was a riveting conversation.”

I’m glad I can continue to joke and stay on my A game while simultaneously feeling so shitty. I’ve gotta give myself a pat on the back for that one.

He smiles. “There’s always next time.”

I nod back and we walk to class, having this next one together. I’m glad to see him in such a good mood. Even if I’m so down in the dumps, it doesn’t mean my friends can’t be happy.

In the middle of class, I hear Peter gasp, his breath shaking. I look up from my school work, seeing his wide eyes. “What?”

He gulps nervously and whispers. “Your arm. What happened? Did you get hurt on a mission?”

I quickly look at my sleeve, seeing the blood has soaked through. Shit! “I scraped it. It’s been bleeding a lot but it’s okay. You know how some cuts do that? It’s just that.”

Peter searches my eyes, not fully convinced. “Do you need to get patched up?”

I shake my head. “It’s okay. I’ll clean myself up after class. Sorry to worry you. I didn’t even notice. It doesn’t hurt.”

That’s a lie. It stings. But that’s kinda the point. To make myself hurt. Not only because I deserve it, but because I’m in so much emotional pain that I want to hurt on the outside.

I’m in so much pain and yet I feel numb all at the same time. I don’t know how else to explain it. It sounds strange, but it’s true. I hurt and I deserve to hurt.

After class, I wash up in the restroom and do my best to wash the blood out of my sleeve, feeling stupid for getting caught. At least he doesn’t know I did it to myself.

I exit the bathroom to find Peter waiting. “Hey, are you okay? Can I help?”

“I’m okay. Thanks, though.” I reply. “I promise it’s alright.”

He blushes. “W-Well good. You wanna go on patrol with me today?”

I hesitate, not wanting to reject him but definitely not feeling up for hero stuff. “I can’t. My dad needs me for lab work. Next time though.”

Peter smiles. “I’m counting on it.”

I walk out of school, parting ways with him as he goes off to so friendly neighborhood Spider-Man things. He’s too good for this world. But it’s what we all need more of.

The world would be absolutely perfect if everyone was as sweet and selfless as Peter Benjamin Parker. That’s a fact.

With him on my mind, I’m able to not put myself down for a bit before I arrive home to find Dad in the lab working on one of his suits. He doesn’t seem to hear me come in.

“I'm home.” I announce. “What’re you working on?”

“Fixing some tech.” He replies. “How was school?”

“Good.” I lie. “Same old, I guess. Can I help?”

Dad turns to face me. “Yeah, put your bag away and come help your old man.”

This warms my cold heart for a moment. I put my bag in my room and apply bandages to my cuts before reappearing in the lab to assist him.

“Show me the ropes.” I say.

He grins, facing some big machine he’s been working on for a while. “Alright, can you reach into the panel there?” Dad shows me a section that seems too big for his hands.

“Make it big enough to fit your own hands inside next time.” I tease.

“Yeah, yeah. I just need you to connect some wires. I’m updating some old machines in the lab. It's about time too. This thing might as well be as old as Cap.” Dad jokes.

I stick my tongue out at him. “I’m telling him you said that.”

“You think I’m afraid of Iced Americano?” He quips.

I giggle. “No.”

He smiles. “Anyways, get your baby hands into the panel now.”

“Baby hands…” I mumble. “I’ll show you, crusty old man.”

“I’m sorry, what was that? I don’t speak baby gibberish.” He teases.

I roll my eyes, connecting the wires as he requested. “And…there. Voila.”

“Thank you, little grasshopper.” Dad replies. “I just need you for a couple more things and I’ll let you go.”

I nod. “No problem.”

He has me do some routine tests on the machine, requesting I fuss with more wires until something unexpected happens.

I do as I did before, except the machine starts to smoke this time. His eyes go wide. “What’d you do?”

“I-I don’t know!” I stammer. “I did it the same as I did the last time!”

“Well, clearly not.” Dad snaps. “Can you fix it?”

I reach my hand in again, getting zapped with electricity. He pulls a big plug from the wall, looking exasperated. “Never mind.”

“I’m sorry.” I say. “I don’t know what happened, I…it zapped me.”

“Just get out so I can fix this.” He replies.

I gulp. “I just wanted to help. I…”

Dad groans. “Just go do whatever you do after school these days. I need to focus.”

“Dad, I’m-“ I try.

“Just let me fix what you broke.” He argues.

I look down to hide my tears. “Okay.”

Running to my room, I take out my knife again. I can’t do anything right. I need to punish myself. I’m such a screw up.

In the middle of my panicked cutting, there’s a knock at my bedroom door. My hand slips in surprise, causing a deep cut along my wrist. Damn it, damn it, damn it.

“It’s me.” Peter? What is he doing here?

“W-What’re you doing here?” I ask.

“You forgot your homework and I figured I’d drop it off.” He replies.

I wince, trying not to cry out in pain at my wounds. I cut too deeply. “Oh. O-One sec.”

“Are you okay?” Peter asks.

“I’m fine.” I lie.

He sighs. “Forgive me for this.”

The door opens and his eyes widen. “Oh my God, what happened?! Why is your knife all bloody and…”

Peter realizes what I’ve done, immediately rushing to my side. “What did you do? Why would you do this?”

“Why did you open the door?!” I snap at him. “Damn it, Peter!”

He looks surprised at my outburst. “W-Well, my Spider-Sense went off…I didn’t want to ignore it. Not when I sensed you were in danger somehow. And I was right! Let me get Mr. Stark-“

“No!” I yell. “Don’t! If you tell him, I will never forgive you!”

His eyes are wide, surprised, and full of concern. “Ro, I can’t leave you like this! Not without help! I won’t!”

“He won’t understand.” I reply, voice breaking. “Please, please, please, I can’t let him down like this. Please, Peter.”

Peter looks down at my wrist, my bleeding only getting worse. “I’m sorry. Ro, I’m really sorry. But…I can’t risk you…d-dying.”

“I won’t die.” I reassure him. “It’s not that bad.”

“It’s bad. You’re bleeding a lot. And even if you get it under control…I don’t know you won’t do it again and really kill yourself next time.”

“Peter-“ I attempt.

“Friday, get Mr. Stark in here right now. No matter what Aurora says. She needs medical attention.” He tells the compound’s AI.

“No, no, no! Friday, cancel that! Don’t listen to him! Peter, I swear to God I’ll never talk to you again!” I threaten, tears streaming down my face.

“I can live with that. But I can’t live with you dying.” He explains. “Friday?”

“Mr. Stark has been informed.” She confirms.

I pull away from Peter as he tries to tend to me, standing in the corner of my room. “Get away. Just get away from me.”

He looks heartbroken, moving towards my door and shouting. “Mr. Stark!”

Dad soon enters. “Kid. Friday said you called for medical assist-“

His eyes land on me and the trail of blood on the floor. “Oh Christ, what happened?!”

Peter looks at me, giving me a chance to tell the truth. But I stay silent, shame consuming me in an instant. He frowns. “She cut herself, Mr. Stark.”

“Yeah, I see that but-“ Dad starts to say, stopping once he realizes what Peter means. “Oh. Oh…Ro, you…”

He shakes his head to clear his mind. “Come here.”

“No…” I mumble in shame.

Dad looks surprised at my denial. “Come here, Ro.”

I stay still, backed into the corner as my arm continues to bleed. I’m starting to get lightheaded. I’ve lost enough blood for it to harm me, clearly.

“Ro.” He says through gritted teeth. “Now. Come here. Now.”

Is he angry? He seems angry. And he’s not looking at me. I can’t bring myself to speak, becoming too afraid to face him.

Dad clenches and unclenches his fists, shaking. “Aurora Stark, come here and let me help you. Let me see.”

I sniffle, trying not to sob. “Dad, I never meant for this.”

He exhales shakily, trying to keep his emotions in check. As he looks up to meet my eyes, I realize he’s not angry. He’s terrified. And he’s crying. “B-Baby, l-let me see. let me help.”

Frozen in place, I don’t move as he approaches me, gently examining my arm. “Oh God, my mini…my baby…”

Dad embraces me. “Let’s get you to the medbay.”

I weakly lean against him, letting him guide me there. Peter follows, looking like a lost puppy. I feel horrible for yelling at him.

I was just…terrified.

Dr. Cho stitches me up, telling me I thankfully don’t need a blood transfusion. I lost a lot of blood, but not enough to require any donation.

Dad sits at my side while I rest in the medbay, feeling shy and embarrassed. “Dad?”

“Yeah?” He asks.

“I’m sorry.” I mumble. “I’m so sorry.”

Dad kisses my forehead. “It’s alright, Ro. Everything’s gonna be alright. I promise.”

“Can you tell Peter I’m sorry? I’ll talk to him about it later, I just…I’m ashamed.” I explain.

He sighs. “Will do. And listen…you don’t have to be ashamed about this. I…I get it.”

“You don’t.” I whimper. “I know you try to. It’s not your fault. I’m just…weak.”

“You’re not weak. And believe it or not, I do get it. I’ve…I’ve been there. I’ve made some decisions I regret. I’ve drank too much to make myself forget. To make myself numb. So…I understand what it’s like to…want to disappear. To feel invisible and want to…well, die.” Dad replies.

I’m silent for a moment as I let this sink in. “I’m sorry. I never meant to…remind you of that stuff. I love you so much, Dad. I’ve just been so lost and…and…”

He hugs me. “I know, baby. Sometimes these things don’t make sense. Don’t apologize for feeling the way you do. I’m gonna make sure you don’t do this again though. I’m gonna get you help.”

“I don’t think I want to be helped.” I say honestly.

Dad frowns. “I know it’s overwhelming, but I won’t leave you alone. I won’t let you suffer like this ever again. And if you ever feel like doing this again, you tell me.”

I nod. “Okay…”

“I’ll never judge you.” He reassures me. “I’m always gonna be just a call away. Come to the lab at any time. Call, text, whatever. No matter where I am and where you are. Tell me. Promise me you’ll do that for me, Ro.”

“I promise.” I tell him.

Dad seems relieved at this. “Thank God you’re alright, mini. I don’t know what I would’ve done if…”

He shuts his eyes, pained at the thought. A tear escapes and trickles down his cheek. “But you’re okay. You’re alive. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

He’s trying to convince himself more than me at this point. That much is clear. “Dad, I never meant to scare you so much.”

Dad nods. “I know. Don’t worry about your old man, alright?”

I nod silently, watching as he traces his fingers over my older scars. “How long have you been doing this?”

I exhale shakily. “A-About six months. I’m not sure. Dad, I’m so sor-“

“Don’t apologize.” He interrupts. “I want you to be honest with me. You don’t have to be embarrassed about it. No matter what, you’ll never have to hide anything from me.”

“Okay.” I reply. “Love you tons.”

Dad grins bittersweetly. “Love you tons, baby girl.

[mcondance]

other side of the game; hobie brown

summary // hobie swings by when you’re cleaning your room, and you know exactly what he wants.

cw // dubcon-ish (you say stuff akin to no but like.. you want it. it’s just a game you n hobie play), they talk a lot of shit, missionary

extras // you and hobie r Black so i don't wanna hear anything abt the grammar i used! "it's supposed to be doesn't" kill yourself idc, the song has. nothing to do with what happens in this fic btw it just.. it makes sense when you read it and it helped me write

wc // 2.6k

song shoutouts // special thanks to other side of the game by erykah badu and i get lonely by janet jackson

signing off // thank you to poetnon for this idea i hope you like this <3

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you know the second you hear the knocks at your window that you won't be getting anything else done today. he does this every fucking time.

walking across your room, you unlock the window for your boyfriend, eyes meeting his as you psyche yourself up for what you know is coming.

you return your attention to your desk, and with your back turned to him, you hear him slide his lanky body through the frame, landing softly on your carpeted floor.

"you busy?" he muses pointlessly, already shrugging his jacket off and reaching down to untie his boots. player one, ready?

"yeah," you hum pointlessly too, hands fiddling with the trinkets on your desk. maybe if you don't look at him, you won't cave. player two, ready?

"what you up to?" his voice grows closer. you close your eyes, breathing deep and slow to try to build your resolve, but you can hear him inching towards you, the clinging of his belts giving his movements away.

"cleanin' my room." you spin around, figuring you'd face your doom instead. his shoes are off now, placed up against the wall under your window. and now the game has started.

"mhm. well don't let me stop you," he smiles, and you wish you could say that it didn't put another dent in your already rusty resolve, but it does. with shaking hands crossed in front of you, you push yourself up and away from your desk and move across your room to your pile of clothes, folding shit hastily, already so fucking nervous.

he takes your place leaning against your desk and scans your room, taking in how much you’ve already gotten done. it makes him feel a little less bad about what he’s going to do. “looks good already. how long you been cleanin’?”

“since like, 10.”

“mhm. ‘s 2:24 now. think you’re ready for a break?” you snap your head towards him, rolling your eyes and screwing your lips up at the implications of his words.

“not the kinda break you’re talking about,” you sneer, rolling your eyes again as you return your focus to the meaningless pile of clothes.

“and what kinda break is that?”

“the kinda break when you end up inside me. i don’t have time for it.” you don’t face him as you speak. you can’t. if you do, it’s all over. you don’t want it to end just yet. it’s fun. it always is.

“what, you think ‘m just tryna get in your pants? i jus’ think my girl should have a little rest, yeah?” at his words you drop the shirt in your hand, switching gears to organize your nightstand instead.

“you’re lying. you always do this.”

“do what?”

“this. you come here and sweet talk me and the next thing i know i’m under you and my room doesn’t get cleaned. i’m not doing this today.”

he’s silent— your brain isn’t. you know it’s only a matter of time until he’s doing exactly what he’s doing now.. wrapping his slim fingers around your waist and pulling you back onto him.

speaking directly against your ear, he finally comes out with what he wants. “take a break, baby, lemme make you feel good." his lips meet your neck, ghosting over your heated skin.

"can't, hobes, i gotta clean up,” you whine, but it's futile at this point, cause you're already leaning back onto him, already tilting your neck to the side to give him more access, already dropping the half-empty water bottle in your hand.

"you sure, love? y'can clean up after we're done, hm? i'll help you.” he sounds earnest, like he really cares. you shake your head no, but you let him pull you away from your desk and turn you around. "gotta clean," you repeat, but you let him push you down onto your ruffled sheets.

"then clean." he’s standing over you now with his hands tucked into his pockets, and he motions towards the pile of clothes with his head, knowing eyes fixed on your frame sprawled out on your bed. from here, the light frames him perfectly, and he looks so damn pretty. maybe you'll blame what you do next on that. doesn't matter now, though. eyes meeting, you both know you're not getting up— seconds pass with you both staring, a silent confirmation, and hobie knows your answer.

shrugging, he leans down with his hands still in pockets, placing a damning kiss on your lips, murmuring "gave you a chance, baby. knew you didn't give a fuck about cleanin'." and he's right, embarrassingly so, so you roll your eyes, channeling your faux-frustration into a rough kiss, curling your hands under the straps of his t-shirt.

he falls forward, hands flying from his pockets to balance himself on top of you. smiling against your lips, he speaks again, “see. . you want it. you’re desperate.”

his hips start to rock against yours, stacked belts clinging against your dangling legs. hands finding the side of his face, you huff at his irritating need to almost shame you, to show for some made-up record that no matter how much you turn him down, you want him. you need him.

so you push your hips against his, humming at the groan that flies from his lips. tapping your thigh, he ushers you up the bed, your bodies turning until your head is laid on your pillows.

he reaches down between you two, sliding your shorts to the side to rub his fingers against your already sloppy cunt, smiling when he feels and sees how wet you are. “cleaning my ass,” he jokes, kissing you before you can get upset again.

sliding his fingers up, he brushes the pads of them over your sensitive clit, swallowing the pretty moans that start to flow from your spit-slicked lips. hobie knows you like the back of his hand, knows just how much pressure you need, how tight his circles have to be, knows how to make you cum hard, and cum fast.

it’s always like this when he comes by with the goal to distract you— you always end up under him with whatever you have on pushed hastily to the side, fully clothed and his hand between your legs, shaking arms wrapped around his neck. it’s desperate, really, both your need to get off.

though you try to remain steadfast, try to act like you don’t want this, the way your hips move against his hand gives you away. “did all that sayin’ ‘no’, bu’ look.” he points his eyes down, towards where his hand is hovering above your cunt, fingers glistening.

“‘course ‘m wet, don’t mean shit.”

“it don’t? that’s wild, love,” he slides two fingers in without warning and presses his thumb against your clit before he starts his circles again, other hand moving to hold you in place when you thrash against him, “cause last time i had t’almost beg. ‘n the time before that, i did beg.”

you know what he’s trying to say, and it makes heat rise in your face and makes your eyes close, cause you can’t face him. no matter, though, cause he grabs your face, spits, “open your eyes. look a’me.”

you open your eyes and meet his low ones, ones that are always black with lust, ones that bore straight through you and make you feel so small and dirty underneath their gaze. he nods at your obedience, and then his fingers catch that spot inside you, and the licks of flame inside you morph into something like a fire, lighting you up with pleasure. you’re close, so close.

“you’re gettin’ easier, baby. act all you want, you’re desperate.” that sends you over the edge, and it’s embarrassing. it’s filthy, how he just has to talk to you a little mean and you’re cumming on his fingers, shaking as you choked out sobs of his name, like you weren’t just telling him to leave you alone 10 minutes ago.

before you even come down he’s kissing you, pulling your shirt up to free your tits.

"fuck you." you spew as you separate, but you still pull him closer, position him where his clothed dick rubs right against your cunt, kept away by the fabric of his sweats and your shorts that have almost rolled back into place.

"you will, in a second," he bites back, a wicked smile plastered across his ethereal features— features that are driving you fucking insane.

you’ve grown sick of his mouth— fisting his hair, you yank hard, drawing a pained moan from him and another drag of his cock against you. “you keep talking all this shit, but you’re the one who came up to my window looking for some ass. i don’t wanna hear it.”

“yeah? and you’re the one who kept going on about havin’ to clean your room, but i got you in bed so easy. we’re both fucked.”

and it’s true. the statement grounds both of you, and you both realize just where you are— inches apart, seconds away from what you both want. snapping out of it at the same time, your hands tangle together as you reach for each other’s bottoms, you freeing his pretty dick and him ripping your shorts right down the middle.

you laugh at his haste, his deep chuckles mixing with your giggles, foreheads meeting as you both calm down after your frenzy.

“‘m sorry. still forget how strong i am.”

“‘s fine. just fuck me already.”

“ehhh,” hand around his cock, sliding his tip up and down your waiting cunt, he teases once more, “y’sure you don’ wanna clean? room’s still a bit messy.”

“hobie, i swear to god, if you do not put it in me now i will pin you down and take it.” reading your eyes, he can tell you’re dead serious.

“‘s much as i’d love that,” he slides in with a pretty groan, and you wrap your arms around his neck with a throaty whine, “i want you like this.” pushing his hips up, he seats himself inside you.

breathing heavy, you both just take a second to calm down, to bask in the feeling of being intertwined with your lover again, no matter how annoying they can be. with closed eyes, you throw your head back, resting on your pillows. hobie takes that as a sign to spread kisses down your jaw, grinning when you smile.

“move,” you breathe, shifting your hips to give him better access.

that first stroke always drives you both crazy. the slow pull out, faces contorting in pleasure, bodies getting closer and closer until the next best thing is merging together again, you pushing down and him pushing up and then his cock takes its rightful place inside you, sensitive tip leaking against your cervix.

“‘m all the way in, love, can feel the end of you,” he murmurs against your neck, and you nod, curling your arms tighter around his neck. then, he just grinds, circles his hips, just barely pulling out.

it’s perfect, the way your bodies move against each other, giving and receiving pleasure at the end of the game you both love playing. with fluttery glides and soft slides, and pitchy whines and deep groans, you dunk yourselves into that familiar pool of feeling, let it fill up your noses and mouths until it’s spilling over, your bodies shaking and jerking against each other.

blissed out of your fucking minds, your lips meet the others, lazy connects of your lips that you can just barely call kisses. they’re slack-jawed and sloppy, spit-swapping, the lewd smacks filling the air, mixing with the harmony of fucked-out sounds.

slowly, hobie starts moving his hips around differently, on a mission now, one that has you tensing up, cause it never takes him long to find it, that sweet spot that has you—

“fuck,” you drawl, throwing your head back, and hobie just smiles and keeps his hips moving that way, keeps his cock kissing that same spot.

"that's it?" he hums.

when you try to articulate what you're feeling, try to tell him "yeah", the words never come. instead, he's raising up to spread your legs and balancing himself above you, switching from slow grinds to deep thrusts that have him pressing against that spot even more now.

now, with him slapping his hips against yours and his thumb on your clit, the sound fills the room, skin against skin. jolting against him, his eyes are still trained on yours, fixed on the furrow of your eyebrows and the o-shape your lips make, focused on how pretty you look when he fucks you.

your choppy moans fill his ears, the background to his barrage of words that fill yours. sentences about how pretty you look, how good you feel, how he just wants to fuck you forever, and then for the second time without warning, you cum again, right when he says something about wanting to keep you fucked and filled, "'s why i keep comin' over, cause i wan' you full of me all the time."

it's gentle, this time, streams of feeling flowing softly through you. hobie makes sure to keep his pace steady through it all, makes sure he prolongs it as long as he can.

when you come down, you're pushing up on his hips with shaking hands, nodding your head and telling him to move. he doesn't waste a second, lifts up and grabs your headboard with one hand to give himself some leverage, his other hand resting on your calf. this time around, he's forgotten all that slow shit.

he rocks his hips hard and fast, jolting you up, and your back rubs against your sheets, your hands fly to your thighs to ground yourself.

"keep 'em open," he slurs, eyes fixed on where he disappears inside you, on the way you cream on his cock, his pretty dick painted white. "watch," he tells you, "she swallow me up so nice." his tone is awe-filled, brown eyes lit up at the visual of you taking him so well.

your eyes roll back in your head, another wave of arousal overtaking you and you can't watch any longer or you'll go crazy, so you watch his face instead. watch his pretty fucking face contort in pleasure, watching his eyebrow piercings dance in the light, watch his sharp jaw clench when you clench around him.

and god, it’s building up again. how could have ever even thought you’d clean up today, when this is so much better. “you gonna cum?” he asks, cause he knows your tells better than you do. you nod shakily, hands gripping onto your thighs so hard you swear you feel your fingers going numb.

“then do it.” it’s an order, really, and you know what he means. hand flying to your clit, you rub messy circles, and hobie moves his hand from your calf to your thigh to keep you open for him. nodding with wild eyes, he watches you make yourself cum, watches your circles became sloppy side-to-side motions while you whine and almost fucking cry, watches your cunt clamp down on him and suck him in “like she don’t wanna let go.”

through the mind-fuck in your head, you hear him groan loud, and then he’s cumming too, gripping your headboard so hard you swear you hear a soft crack, but fuck the headboard, cause hobie looks so pretty when he cums that it don’t even matter.

laughing, blissed out of your minds, hobie lays down on top of you, breathing hard and sweaty as shit, just like you are.

“i really did need to clean my room though, hobie.” you hum, turning your head to face him.

“i wasn’t just tryin’ to get in your pants, love, i was serious about helpin’,” he mumbles against your neck. and he does help. by the time he’s sliding back through your window and kissing you goodbye, your room is perfect.

[lightvsdark18]

Unexpected Visit to The Devildom 2.1

Followed LovesOfLauryn and Lavi Alraune's playthrough.

It has been a year since the Devildom. The calling rule was made because Milady seemed very busy and stressed out, so the rule was to prevent the brothers from taking up too much of her time. Solomon, after finding out her location, became a recent friend she hung out with. However, she kept him unaware of her situation, only answering with "I'm going through personal issues" when he questioned her.

"Who are you again?"

"I like the rule because it gives me time to do important things instead having your brothers talk my ear off."

Solomon brings up the Devildom and she admits she misses the brothers.

"Going where?"

"Wait, Solomon. Could I go and get-"

(You couldn't give me a warning or let me prepare before dropping me down a black hole. At least she has her human world phone and doesn't have to go through being a missing person again.)

(When he said he wanted to give you head, he didn't mean land on his head. Sorry, not sorry)

"I wasn't trying to land on you."

"I wasn't planning on coming here, Solomon just showed up and brought us here. Ow. But it is good to see you guys again."

"Oh, okay. Actually, I'm not sure how to get there."

Thinks. "Probably."

"Yeah, it was a bit nerve-wracking."

Explores the whole house and go through memory lane, and maybe go through the brothers' rooms >:3c

(I have to cook if I want human world food. Duck you, Belphie.)

(The Avatar of Pride cried at hearing I had to go home, and now got stupidly excited at seeing me again. Knowing I'm that important to him makes me happy ^-^)

Pushes the soup away.

"That doesn't mean you should have touched it."

Starts wondering around the house out of boredom and finds Satan in the library.

"Knowledge is power."

Is getting concerned.

"No thanks." Steps back at him approaching her, making an uncomfortable expression.

"I wished to see you all."

Panics slightly at him slamming his hands on the book stack. "... The cleanup is going to be a nightmare." Looks at him and makes a stern look. "Get back."

Pinches Satan's cheeks. "You all have a pact with me. If something happens, I'll just use it against them. Now then, I have to go clean up the mess your brothers caused."

"I'm just wondering around."

"-this one here looks like it's Mammon's. Which means it's fair game." Rude.

"Sort of sweet... It almost makes me want to nibble on you."

Backs away. "Beel, hop on one leg."

"Hm? Why?"

"Just do it."

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Belphie walks in, talks to them, then suddenly tells them he has to go. "Belphie, wait!"

"What is it? I want to go sleep."

"Give me a high five."

"? Okay..."

"Feel better?"

"Hm? Wh- ! Actually, I do. How did you know?"

"Don't worry about it, gotta go." Runs off.

She walks upstairs and gets tackled by Asmo. "Get off." Unimpressed to confusion on what is happening to him.

"Umm." She's so confused on what's going on.

"How do you feel about me, Kate?" Freezes at the question. "I love you as a friend." An honest answer he doesn't take seriously.

Pulls her into his arms before she could react. The weight lost comment does fit Milady's situation.

"Could you please stop?"

Narrows eyes.

Flicks him on the forehead.

Fucks up on the secret phrase.

Stands there, arms crossed and a bit smug as Levi freaks out.

"Levi, you just have to follow an order of mine and you will be fine."

"Levi, stop insulting yourself."

"They got to me first. I'm surprised you didn't come find me. I guess I'm not that important to you."

"W-What?! I never said-! Don't mess with me like that?!"

"Anyway, give me a hug."

[Unwanted Guilt]

"No, not really."

"I would love to go."

Milady tells the brothers first before going to Diavolo about the Celestial Realm.

"Do I have your permission to go?"

"Guys, you're not coming. The Celestial Realm wouldn't allow it."

(Asmo, what the fuck.)

"I'm a bit nervous." I'm always nervous, Barbatos.

"Yeah, they're annoying sometimes."

She's honestly terrified at arriving in the Celestial Realm because she's worried about accidentally being disrespectful and/or saying curse words/doing something she's not suppose to.

Second time?

"It's beautiful, but it's burning my eyes."

"Oh?" Michael wants to meet me. (Fear.)

Just smiles at Luke.

"Aw, man. I guess I have to wait to listen to embarrassing Lucifer stories."

"You two should visit the human world. I could show you my apartment."

Pats Luke's head. (I feel bad for him.)

Shrugs at the brothers.

"Um, I never done a festival before so I don't know if I'm the right option."

"I don't think he can embarrass you."

"Um, no, I have a festival to plan and I have no clue where to first. I got some research to do."

"Belphie, you're in trouble. You forgot today's meeting."

"Could this be a curse?"

"I think we should keep moving forward."

"Beel could stay here and we could keep going?"

"Beel! Don't eat that."

"Levi, breathe!"

"Levi..."

Shrugs at Belphie.

"Probably Lucifer."

"Actually, I have snacks in my room. If you promise to do your work, I'll help you out."

No, she's not okay with setting up a whole festival.

"I don't know."

Sets 10 minutes on her phone and stares up at the ceiling.

(I'm saying Belphie finished his work and had breakfast.)

She apologizes for bringing the game to the school, then gets surprised at Diavolo's excitement.

"How are we going to get to the council room?"

The memory of the vow pops into her head. Looks at the coliseum and follows after Diavolo.

Has a small list of ideas.

(Lucifer, stop guilt tripping me.) She tugs on his sleeve and does not meet his eyes. "I'm sorry, Lucifer. I borrowed a game from Levi and accidentally dropped it when I went after Lord Diavolo."

"I think I handle it."

"How to release the stress you just gave me."

"Pff-"

"... Prideful and a bit of a sadist."

"Romance."

"... The main character gains a new understanding of themself."

-_-

"Definitely not your idea."

"I guess so. Let's quickly get the things we need."

Narrows eyes, then raises brows and looks at No.2. "I didn't know you had a kid."

"We're kinda busy at the moment."

Squints. "Mammon, you're coming with."

Makes a face at "nice couple."

"You're too easy to read."

"No, we're just friends." Purposely doesn't look at Mammon.

"Eh." Not interested in the zombie iguana, but still takes it.

Hand holding.

True.

"No promises." >:3

She hugs him because he's scared, but then he says it's a turn-on. Takes her arms away from him and looks disgusted. "Don't make it weird."

"So? We're at a carnival, is it really that bad?"

Doesn't have a response for Mammon when he said the Devildom is boring without her, but asking her to staying in the Devildom. "Sorry, but I allow to the human world."

"Mammon and I are at the carnival ;p"

"Does there have to be a reason for us to hold hands?"

"Why do you need to throw it away? Can't you just remove the curse?"

"Number 2, if you don't want to see my shoe flying towards your face, you better shut up."

Shrugs with a sure.

"What if it's both?"

"You say that but yet you're the one who called me master." Smug human.

"I have an idea, but that's not my place to say. You have to ask him yourself."

"Is really that bad to rely on me?"

Excuse you, seduce me? Boy, the only thing you're going to be doing is making me uncomfortable.

Don't do that to her.

"I'm hungry, but I'm not going to eat a lot of it. Just warning you."

"I'm kinda done with rides for today."

"Can't one of you stop it?"

Milady backs up at the fight getting more out of control. She yells "stop!" without realizing she was using the pacts, then becomes surprised at them being thrown onto the floor. She's stunned at her own power.

"I'm sorry, guys, I didn't mean to throw you to the ground like that. I even didn't know I was using the pacts until afterwards."

Furls brows at Mammon for yelling at Levi.

Doesn't yell at Beel, just lectures him like a tired mom.

"Morning, guys."

"What? Why am I paying?"

"Um, excuse you, should I remind you I was the one who stopped everyone from causing more damage unlike you who didn't help the situation. The bill is your problem, not mine." She gets up from the table, grabs her bag and leaves for RAD.

She's having lunch with Diavolo and Barbatos while talking about the fight.

[Understand?]

Simeon, you vicious.

Nods to Solomon.

Shakes head. "I feel fine."

She told Simeon she doesn't want to be a part of the play, but got dragged in anyway.

"I'm always tired."

"Guys, please don't fight." And they ignore her. Wants to get up and leave, but too anxious to move.

Levi, you just made her more worried.

Deeply sighs. "Really, guys?"

"Well, this isn't a comedy, Simeon. So, take this seriously." There's a slight green in her blue eyes.

These guys are acting like children.

(Ooh! Simeon saying "understand?" then Lucifer getting surprised. It reminded him when Milady said that to him. That fits so perfectly!)

"ENOUGH!"

"Shush, they may hear you," says with a smile.

Now we just to work on the rest of them.

"Does it matter if I did?"

Because Milady knows what the brothers' feelings are towards her, she will decline their invitation to the dance to have no misunderstanding and/or fights. She would dance with them at the party, but won't show up with them.

"By being center stage?" Tired eyes.

"He's not, you're just being an narcissist."

"! Katie, you're so cruel."

"I'm tired, so my positive mood is gone at the moment."

"... If Satan and I make up, you will go back to your normal self, right?"

"Most likely."

"Then maybe I should be the one to take the initiative..."

"Where did the cat come from?"

"I didn't do anything."

Feels a headache coming on.

"Guys, can you two calm down?"

(I believe her eyes are teal tinted before and during the retreat)

"Of course I am."

"What's going on?"

"I don't really care."

Chases after Beel while calling his name, trying to get close enough to use the pact, but couldn't. (HC Lucifer subconsciously has an arm around Luke's shoulders protectively.)

"Beel doesn't know how to control himself," says annoyingly.

Starts tearing up at the human world phone being destroyed and everything in her bedroom ruined.

(Can't you just wait for them to dry? Also, Milady's going make you buy her a new phone)

"I'm getting sick of this."

"He probably just needed Solomon for something specific that only he knows to deal with, whatever it is."

"Oh? Are you worried about him?"

"You two know each other well."

"Yeah, Mammon is a father. I found out when we went to the carnival."

Chuckles at the brothers teasing Mammon.

"It was no problem, Simeon."

"Luke, what's wrong?"

"Aw, my boy." Pats Luke's head.

"No one, actually. I decided to go alone."

(For my prom, I danced with my friend and a few girls joined in and we all were in circle at the end of the dance floor swinging their arms. If I asked all of the brothers, that's what would happen, or we start doing the macarena or a conga line.)

"But that doesn't mean it isn't hard to pass."

"I guess."

"Your welcome."

"No... Why?"

"I remember Solomon talking about muscle pain after putting demons under his control."

"About the muscle pain."

Groans.

But I don't care about controlling them though.

(Why is Lucifer in his casual clothes and not his uniform?)

Yeah, have the wrathful one tutor me, totally going to end well.

Makes a noise in her throat in the form of a laugh.

... I don't think your words are a lie, aren't them?

"... Meow?" (You too easy)

"Probably not."

Milady gets to unlock her flirt mode. Rip Levi.

"He's going to stab you."

"The fuck was that?"

"You should have told me what the curse was before making me say it. Of course I failed, you dingus."

"I'm still annoyed, and uncomfortable."

"Sorry about that. But to be honest, if he didn't kicked you, I would have."

She didn't remember the incantation.

"Yes."

"I'm stressed out."

"Beel, no." Then he snatches it out of her hand.

"This is weird, like a lot."

"Beel, come here." Has his head in her lap and pets him to allow Satan to find a solution.

She's going to bed.

Does not give Lucifer the cat potion, she's already scared of him and doesn't want to see his wrath.

Jumps slightly at something touching her head. Also, But I didn't do anything to cause that.

Damn, Asmo. "No, now do your work."

"Work." Goes back to playing on her phone.

"I'm choosing someone I don't know." Sticks out tongue teasingly at them.

"Aw, Luke." They have a small talk instead of plot like the game.

Brings a hand up to cover Mammon's mouth.

Goes looking for someone else to sprite the brothers.

"Thanks for your helping."

"Like what?" Concern for the request.

(You know Lucy will always choose his family.)

"? What's wrong?"

Sits down next to Lucifer and leans against him in a comforting way.

Asmo has everyone play Truth or Drink for family game night, and Milady unfortunately has to drink. It is going well when Asmo asks her, "which one of us are you scared of?" He thought it was a harmless question until he saw her hurt expression and took a shot.

For the whole week, the brothers were constantly worrying about if she was sacred of them or not, asking her for the truth in private. She flat out told them she wasn't scared of them, except for Belphie, she danced around the question by telling him to not worry about it.

One night, Lucifer asks her to meet him in his office to discuss something. When she turns to leave, "before you go, you could answer a question. Are you scared of me?" She freezes and says nothing. "You are, aren't you?" She walks out of the room.

He didn't like that. He falls back into his chair and finishes his glass before throwing it against the wall and letting out a frustrated growl. She was in front of the library doors when she heard the sound in his office.

The brothers start talking about what she said to them when they were chilling in the common room. Belphie points out what she told him and they all grow quiet. She walks in and they all greet her, except Belphie, he realizes she's scared of him.

"Please tell me the game wouldn't cause us trouble."

"What do you need?"

"How exactly can I help?"

Stares unimpressed at Satan.

"What about spending a day with me if you do it?"

Nods.

"Diamond, let's just go. Your brothers aren't appreciating you, so there's no point to stay."

"Kate, why are you leaving? You're suppose to be helping me." -Asmo

"If you three are going insult your brother, then why should I stay? And don't say you love me or that you're beautiful."

"And you're very much appreciated."

Shrugs.

"You known him for a long, can you tell me anything that help me understand him better?"

"Nothing in particular."

"I'm not actually surprised that you designed a few things."

"I mean, that's how siblings are."

"Why did Lord Diavolo withdraw?"

"Even though you got second place last year."

"I'll do my best."

[2.2]