#pinched a nerve so bad i fainted

[leona-florianova]

Any of you ever pinch a nerve in your neck so bad you literally have to pull yourself up by your own hair?

[ovaryacted]

me and a friend were talking about Leon during classes today and I couldn’t get dad bod Leon out of my mind😪 I need it bad

I just imagined him coming home tired after a long day of work and needing and relief and just letting reader suck him off or bending us in half, being all soft and warm and I had to stop thinking about it because I was getting distracted😭

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MDNI/18+. NSFW. | Vendetta! Dad Bod! Leon x fem! reader CW: blowjobs, fingering | WC: 1.1k

I've been meaning to answer this message for a while but haven't had the energy to properly decipher my thoughts. But yeah ram anon, listen I've been in a serious dad bod Leon phase which is all @larvamars fault with their recent drawings. I have moments where I'm at work and my brain just goes "mmm, Vendetta! Dad Bod! Leon" and I lose focus so I get it. It's just something comforting about him having a stomach and thickness that you can grab on to. I need it bad.

Stepping through the front door, the agent walked over the threshold of the entryway and closed the door behind him. Lowering the zipper of his leather jacket, he tossed it over the back of the couch and trudged towards it, plopping himself down with a heavy grunt. Leon placed his head against the edge of the couch and inhaled before exhaling out of his mouth, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose as his eyes fluttered closed.

Today was a pain in the ass, the cycle of continuous bio-weapon debriefs and missions gave him a run for his money and an unwanted migraine. All he had been thinking about was coming home and cuddling with you, rotting away in bed together until the next morning. He missed you, he always did, and lately, you have been the only source of release from his pent-up stress.

"Leon? Is that you?" He heard your voice filter through his thoughts, lifting his head slightly from where he rested to skim your silhouette.

"Yeah baby, it's me. Come here," opening his arms out for you, you didn't need to be told twice to move, gravitating towards him and situating yourself over his denim-clad lap.

"Rough day?" You asked him, thick arms wrapping around your waist to bring you closer to his warm chest. He breathed in and breathed out, your scent filling his senses and easing his ticked nerves.

"Something like that," he groaned when you rubbed at the base of his neck, lightly massaging his nape. He gripped your thighs and caressed you, the rough material of his fingerless leather gloves contradicting his needy touch.

"I missed you today," he confessed in a tired whisper, kissing softly along the side of your neck, his affectionate side coming through.

"You did?"

"Of course I did. Needed to come home so you can take care of me." He squeezed your body a bit harder, the tension he felt building up and flowing to another region down south.

You hummed in contentment, hands running down from his neck to the softness of his chest and towards his lower stomach. He knew he didn't have the same physique from a few years ago when he was younger, the extra weight counted on with time and his figure began to expand. It initially bothered him and it took him a long while to fully look in the mirror again. But to you? It just gave you more to grab, more to hold, more to love.

"Yeah? Need me to make you feel better baby?" You leaned forward the slightest bit, giving him a sweet peck and his hips a teasing grind. The corner of his lips curved in a smile, his dimple shy of making itself known along with the growing bulge hidden underneath his jeans.

"Mhm. You're the only one that knows what I need," he gripped onto your hips, meshing his lips with your own and urging your mouth open to make room for his tongue. You could taste the faint traces of whiskey left behind from when he snuck a sip from his flask earlier, not that you minded.

He was always touch-deprived, always greedy for more but you never complained. You were more than inclined to please him the best way you knew how.

Propped on your knees in front of the couch, you bobbed your head over Leon's cock, a daily occurrence it seemed, and one of your favorite things to do. The fingers of one hand grasped at the thickness of his thighs, a soft layer of fat over the muscle he sported so frequently. The other was busy rubbing at your clit beneath your cotton shorts in tight circles, moaning with every pass of your tongue over his length.

"Feels so good sweetheart," Leon said above you, his neck strained with the way his head was thrown back, clasping your jaw to guide your movements over him.

“Open wider for me baby, want to be deep in there,” he commanded, instinctively relaxing your jaw until he hit the back of your throat with ease, gagging before repeating the act over and over again.

“Fuuuck, that’s it,” he hissed, shifting his attention downwards to watch you suck him off. 

You held his gaze then, following up his happy trail and his lower tummy, admiring the way it folded and creased from the way he slouched. You focused on the stretch marks that made a tantalizing path around his hips and his biceps, lines you wanted to trace with an imprint of kisses. Whimpering at the thought, you drooled around his length, his pelvis becoming a mess of spit from the amount that dribbled out of you. You moaned loudly when you slipped two fingers into your pussy, wishing you had something more to fill the empty ache between your legs.

Leon grinned at the sight of you craving his touch so badly, paying attention to the telltale signs of you reaching the edge with the way your hand pumped in and out of you.

“So desperate for me, poor thing hates being empty,” he patronized you, the pleasant hum you gave him sending his hips jerking into your face. It was only a matter of time before he spilled down your throat and made a mess of you—just the way you wanted.

“Don’t worry. I’ll feed ya, honey. Just a little bit more and you got me,” Leon grumbled, fucking up into your mouth with an audible plap plap plap. Your throat constricted around him, his balls hitting your chin with every thrust he gave you. Eyes rolling into the back, you focused on regulating your breathing when he slammed your head down to press your nose into his pubic hair as he came.

“Take it, fucking take it.” He practically roared from his release, pudgy stomach and dense legs flexing from your touch, your nails digging into him and leaving crescent marks. You choked as your walls clenched around your digits, in tune with his climax and your own hitting you with a dull cry.

As gently as he could, he drew you away from his softening cock, letting you catch your breath with a light cough. Your lips felt numb and your eyes were bloodshot with tears, but you’ve never been more satisfied, a dopey smile evident on your features.

“How about I return the favor now? Gotta clean up the mess my girl made.” He proposed with a smirk, affectionately wiping away the spit that stained your cheeks along with the tears that left their streaks.

This was why Leon liked coming home to you. You’ll always be there with open arms, an open mouth, and open legs.

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[swallowtail-lotus]

🍎Father's Love {Adam x Daughter!Reader}🍎

Repost

This Adam will forever be my favourite version.

I want a hug from him now 😭

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Watching your father's match with Zeus was nerve wracking. Your father landed the first hit on the powerful god.

"Please be okay, dad."

You mumbled, your hands shaking from the fear. One of your older brothers, Abel, noticed your shaking form and patted your head.

"Relax, sis. Dad is super strong!"

He laughed, bringing you in closer to him. He was right. Your father is strong, but a part of you was doubtful of that. You didn't know why.

"He's right! Dad will win this!"

Your other brother, Cain joined in from your left, his grin bringing slight comfort to you. Like your mother, you were more emotional.

As the match progressed, you noticed the strain in your father's eyes and panicked. Zeus was overwhelming him with the punches. Zeus found out the drawback and used it to his advantage by pulling off such a dirty trick.

"No, dad!"

You yelled out, nearly falling from the stands if it weren't for your brothers.

Adam, on the other hand, heard your shout and threw more punches at the towering god.

"Always the observant one, (Y/n).."

Adam thought, fondly smiling at the memory of you. The faint cry of a baby entered his ears.

"There's a baby crying somewhere. There's no need to cry. Don't worry. You don't have to be afraid of those bad guys. Your dad's gonna take care of..."

Adam couldn't finish his thoughts as the punch landed. Having superhuman hearing, you gasped quietly, tears coming out of your eyes.

Just as they thought Adam was done, his hand shot up to grip Zeus's head.

"I got you."

"He took his blows to grab him. Amazing, father!"

You thought, a pinch of hope building up from inside. The sounds of bows being delivered at immeasurable speeds gave you so much anxiety you felt your knees give out. One last blow towards each other ended the match here, Adam standing on his feet and Zeus crumpled to his knees. Your eyes widen from the sight, thinking it was in humanity's favour.

Looking more closely, the hope you had faded away. Everyone from humanity were cheering, but you weren't.

"Hell yeah! You kicked his ass, dad!"

Cain called out, raising his fist.

The cheering ceased once the realisation kicked in. You knew what they were thinking.

The father of humanity had died, standing on his feet and with a smile.

As Heimdall announced the winner, you fell to your knees, the tears you were trying to hold back came pouring out, staining your clothes. Your mother and brothers brought you in for a hug, their sobbing filling your ears. The moment you looked up at the sky, you could've sworn you saw your father, smiling down at you all.

"Never forget that I love you all."

"Especially you, (y/n). I can never ask for a better daughter. My love is a circle, because it never ends."

[thewritetofreespeech]

hello! could you do some scenarios for quicy boys? like jugram haschwalth, uyrru, ryuuken ishida, and bazz b with a reader with long hair? maybe finding out they have long hair because they always have it up?

You pinched the bridge of your nose as you felt the start of a class 1 headache budding behind your eyes. A symptom of being around the Bambie's for too long.

You loved all your Quincy ‘sisters’ equally. There were so few of you these days that they must be cherished and protected, even if you weren’t part of the group. But like most sisters they could get on your nerves and be almost impossible to deal with. Sometimes you needed a break.

Quickly making your way out of ear shot of the squabbling through the many secret corridors of the palace, you heave out a heavy sigh at the sound of peace & quiet and let your hair down. Relaxing for the first time in what felt like months now.

“What are you doing?”

You jump at being startled by another voice coming from another secret corridor, this part of the castle really just a maze, and feel your face heat up. “I was…just trying to be alone.”

Standing up straight and trying to right yourself in front of the Quincy Grand Master, you feel very uneasy being out of uniform like this. It was undignified, and unworthy of your station. “This portion of the castle is usually abandoned.”

“I know. That’s why I come here.” Jugram replied. Much to your surprise. “They’re quite loud aren’t they?”

“The Bambie's?”

“All of them.”

He then walked closer to you. Your breath catching in your throat as you thought he was going to scold you for being out of uniform. Instead, Jugram reached out and grabbed a lock of your hair. “I didn’t know your hair was this long.”

Your face felt incredibly hot as you looked up at him. Having to turn away from those green eyes before you faint. “I…I keep it up usually. It’s more presentable that way.”

Jugram smiled softly at you, and you thought your knees might buckle right then. “That’s what I admire about you. You always think of your actions in how they will affect the Sternritter and His Majesty.” You were surprised. You thought that Jugram never thought of you at all.

The blonde released your hair and took a step back. “Try not to wander off too far.” He then told you. “Can’t have you getting lost. Try to be back before last call.”

“I..I will!” He gave you a single nod and then went on his way. Leaving you a bit confused, as you stroked your hair.

“Oi! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” You turn around at the loud sound of Bazz-B barking. Able to hear him more than see him with the helmet on your head. “I’m the only hot head around here! You can’t just be running off like that!”

“But isn’t that supposed to be what an infantry member does?” You tell him as you pulled off your helmet. “Go in first and clear the way so the rest of you can come in and finish them off?”

Bazz-B seemed startled for a moment, but it certainly couldn’t have been by your logic. “What’s that?” He asked, pointing at you.

“What? What’s what?”

“That!” He repeated. Just pointing with more emphasis at your head like it he made it more obvious you’d get it. “What’s going on with your head?”

“My head?” You asked. Touching it and feeling for a wound. You don’t feel any and suddenly realize he was talking about your hair. He’d never seen it down before. “I couldn’t fit my helmet on with it up the usual way, so I had to just bunch it up under there. Why? Does it look bad?” You probably had the worst helmet hair.

The senior Quincy didn’t say anything. He just turned his head away. His face as pink as his mohawk. “No! I mean…it looks fine. I just didn’t know your hair was that long. It’s…nice.”

“Do you like people with long hair Bazz-B?”

“No!” He snapped at you, but seemed to immediately want to take it back as he turned away again. “It’s whatever. Hair is dumb anyway. It just gets in the way.”

“Do you think I should cut it then? So it fits under my helmet better?”

“No!!” That was the loudest one yet, and you smirk. “I mean…do whatever you want! What do I care what your hair looks like?!”

Bazz-B literally waved you off as he marched off. Seeming done with the conversation. You don’t cut it, but any time he annoyed you from then on you would comment on Liltotto, or some other short hair cut you saw, and how cute it would look on you.

“Hmmm….I’m never going to get this….” Something about math was just beyond your grasp. Words you were fine with. Pictures, descriptions. But math? You must have missed the line when you were supposed to queue up and get that skill that day.

“Don’t be so discouraged.” Uryuu told you, trying to be encouraging. “You’re getting better.”

“You’re just saying that because we’ve been at it for over an hour.” Time did not seem to be playing a factor in your skills at all.

It was that time of year when all the students buckled down and started cramming for their university finals. This would be the test that decided their future, and they had to be perfect. Funny how you’ve faced literal monsters and nearly the end of the world, but a stupid test was what kept you up at night worrying.

“Let’s just call it quits and help me pick an easier university. Or a job in retail.” You tell him as you pull your braid bun down.

“Don’t say that! You really are getting it. You just need too…..” Uryuu’s pep talk stopped as you started to take your braid apart. “What are you doing?”

“It’s too tight. I need to give it a minute to breathe.”

“I just…I’ve never seen you like that. With your hair down before.”

You thought about it for a moment and you supposed he was right. Since it was so long, you usually kept it up & braided for ease. You never really thought about wearing it another way. “I’d wear it down, but it just seems like a hassle.”

“You should….maybe try it some time….”

You turn to look at Uryuu, who was pushing up his glasses as he continued to write notes, “do you like long hair Uryuu?” He didn’t answer you, but his face turned pink as he started at his notes. His pen pressing into the paper harder.

You might not be good at math, but you could see what this was adding up to. “Maybe I’ll leave it down more.”

Surgery had been very loud. 6 hours working on your patient, but you were confident he was going to pull through. You were dead tired. You needed a shower to get the smell of blood and disinfectant off you, followed by a very long nap.

“Good work in there.” You look up to see Ryuuken following behind you. Pulling off his mask and surgical cap.

“Thanks. You too.” You told him, pulling off your own cap. “I was worried when they put the Director in for my surgery. All that time behind the desk, I thought you’d lost your touch.” You click on the water the wash up some and, when you don’t hear anything from behind you, you look back at Ryuuken. “What? I hurt your feelings?”

“Your hair is long.”

You blink a few times at the older man, then reach up to touch your hair. It was down. Like completely down. Your hair tie must have snapped when you were taking your cap off, but you were too tired to notice. “Damnit,” you curse quietly. Now what were you going to do? “I keep it up because it’s a little hard to practice medicine with it flying around. Why? You got a problem with it?”

“No,” he told you matter-of-factly. Also making his way over to the wash sink. “Actually, it suits you.”

You were a little taken a back by his compliment. Two in the last half hour no less. As far as you knew, that was more complimenting than Director Ishida did in a year. “Well, thanks.”

“Are you on call?” He then asked. To which you sort of shrug in response.

“I guess. I can’t leave until my patient wakes up.”

“Come by my office then.” Another surprise. “I want to go over the surgery notes when you’re done.”

You weren’t sure why, but it felt like surgery notes were the last thing he wanted to go over. Maybe you were just tired. In any case: shower, nap, check on patient, go see Ryuuken. Somewhere in there you had to find a new hair tie, but that could wait til later.

[manicplank]

Got blood work for the first time and almost passed out even though I’m not scared of needles. Soooo……what’s everyone’s reaction to getting a needle?

I can deal with needles (I've had blood work a million times bc chronic illness), but IVs are where I draw the line.

Anyways,

Needle reactions

Peppino: He HATES needles. Just the sight of them makes him feel faint. When he got vaccinated as a kid, he SCREAMED and cried. As an adult, he will pass out.

Gustavo: He doesn't like needles, but he can handle them well. As long as he doesn't look, he can pretend someone is just pinching his arm.

BONUS Brick: He DESPISES needles. Gustavo took him to the vet to get his vaccinations, and well... It didn't go well. The vet's office was in shambles. Brick screamed and jumped off the walls. He had to be sedated.

Mr. Stick: He hates needles. He can't even look at them. He will wiggle and squirm when he feels it. He panics and hyperventilates. He might even vomit.

Pepperman: Needles don't bother him too much. He hardly feels them since he's so large. They're annoying as they feel like a splinter.

The Vigilante: He's unfazed by needles. He doesn't feel them. He has a great pain tolerance since cheeslimes don't have many nerves.

The Noise: He's not afraid of needles. It's a tiny poke to him. It's a bit annoying when he gets blood work since he can feel the needle under his skin. However, he thinks it's neat to see the blood come out. (You know what he does hate, though? Tazers. Electric shocks.)

Noisette: She's terrified of needles. The Noise has to come and hold her hand (which she squeezes so hard it almost breaks). She will scream and cry and try to run. Once it's done, she goes, "Oh, that wasn't so bad!" Yet she's still horrified every time.

Fake Peppino: Needles don't hurt him. They actually sort of tickle! He has an incredible pain tolerance. They're not scary. He doesn't understand why people freak out over them.

Pizzahead: He's not necessarily afraid of needles, but he HATES the way they feel. It's a dull, nagging, pinching feeling. He doesn't have many nerves, and his pain tolerance is high, but the feeling of needles drives him mad.

Pillar John: Needles don't do anything. You can try to give him a shot, but the needle will break. He's made of rock, so... Yeah. Doesn't work.

Gerome: Same as John. They don't scare him. He thinks other people being terrified of them is hilarious. They're so tiny, it can't be that bad.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Trust Me

Summary: When the reader wakes up in what was meant to be her grave, she doesn’t want to trust anyone, especially the charming cop that found her...

Pairing: Beau Arlen x reader

Word Count: 3,300ish

Warnings: language, attempted murder, injury, frightening situations

A/N: Something a wee bit creepy and fluffy for Halloween. Also my first Beau Arlen fic! Enjoy!

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You inhaled sharply, immediately aware of the cold clinging to your skin. Pain radiated through your body, eyes open but trying to take in too much at once. They caught the glint of a badge and you shot your body backwards, sliding against plastic. Panic crept through your veins as you realized half of your body was wrapped in it, covered with dead leaves.

You were surrounded by nearly ten people, all of them wide eyed with jaws dropped. You spun around on your bottom, screeching when a hand touched your shoulder. 

“Hey, hey, darlin’. You’re safe,” said a handsome man. Your eyes flicked down, a badge and gun on his hip. 

You wiped the gentle smile clean off his face when you tried to throw a punch only to realize your hands were bound behind you. People were talking, mind racing a million miles an hour as you tried to get your feet to move, run you far, far away.

“You’re safe,” said the man, pulling you into a bear hug you couldn’t even try to escape from. He pressed his lips to the top of your head, shushing you, whispering soft murmurs. “You’re safe, honey. Not gonna let anything bad happen to you, okay?”

You tried to jerk away, a scream wanting to climb out of your throat, only stopping when you realized how painful it was. Whatever energy you had depleted quickly, your face falling to the crook of the man’s neck.

“Send the coroner’s office away and someone get me an ambulance now,” said the man faintly, every frayed nerve in your body collapsing at once. “Fuck it, give me an escort to the hospital now.”

You woke up alone in a hospital room, bandages wrapped around your appendages. Your throat felt a hell of a lot better as you sat up, touching your face, neck, pinching your thigh. 

Alive. You were most definitely alive.

Which was interesting since you vaguely recalled being strangled to death. And waking in what you assumed was your grave. 

In front of an assload of cops.

Your body ached from the fight you’d lost but you forced your legs over the edge of the bed and grabbed the IV attached to your arm, ripping it out painfully. You got to the other side of the room where some sweats sat on a table when the door opened, a doctor in a white coat, two nurses in scrubs and the handsome man from before rushed in. Your eyes locked with the cops, his hand raising as the medical personnel stared at you.

“She’s okay. You’re okay, darlin’, aren’t ya?” he said. You lowered your gaze to his badge and then his gun before nodding slowly. “See? Just a bit jumpy, understandably so.”

“I want to leave,” you said, staring at the cop. He shared a look with the doctor. “Unless I am actively dying, I want to leave this hospital.”

“Is she okay to go?” asked the cop. You narrowed your eyes at him. He could play nice all he wanted but you knew exactly who he was and what he wanted.

“Her tests were negative but she needs to stay overnight to be safe,” said the doctor. 

“What tests?” you snapped. 

“You had no pulse when we found you or most likely, a very faint one,” said the cop, carefully stepping forward. “I’m Beau Arlen. Sheriff. Do you remember me?”

“From where I woke up in a shallow grave? Hard to forget,” you said, turning to the doctor. “Is my heart okay?”

“Most likely but you really need to stay for observation and to ensure your neck doesn’t swell again,” he said. You touched a hand to the side, feeling the ache of a bruise. “Sheriff Arlen, perhaps you can wait to question Y/N?”

“How do you know who I am?” you asked. Beau raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve been missing for two days. Your face has been all over the news. Your father’s on his-”

With that news you took your chances and rushed the cop. You tried to slip past him, thankfully distracting him. As he tried to grab your shoulders, it left his holster open and you grabbed the gun, Beau backing off as soon as you had it in your hands and aimed square at his chest.

“Car keys,” you said. He lifted his chin, taking a careful step forward.

“Do you one better. You give me back the gun and I’ll take you wherever you want to go right now. No questions asked.” You shook your head, Beau cocking his head. “If I was involved in whatever it is you think I am, don’t you think I would have killed you when we were alone in my truck?”

“Did he bring me here by himself?” you asked. One of the nurses nodded, Beau holding out a hand. 

“Come on, darlin’. Now or never.” Your stomach flipped as you handed him back the gun. He shoved it back in the holster and to your surprise, he started to walk down the hall. “We ain’t got all day.”

You stared after him before catching up, swallowing as you followed him silently out a side door and into a beat up truck.

“Before I take you wherever it is you want me to, why don’t you tell me why you’re so fucking terrified of your father, who happens to aslo be a cop?” He started the car, watching your hand reach for the door. “He did this to you, didn’t he.”

“I can’t trust-” He took out the holster and sat it on the bench between us, nodding his head.

“You can keep that until you do trust me. Until then, let’s consider this protective custody with a twist.” 

“You’re weird,” you said, picking up the gun, leaving it aimed down at the floor. 

“Oh come on. Everyone likes a weird friend,” he said. You shut your eyes, flashing them open when you heard sirens. You slid down into the foot well and shoved the gun back on the bench towards him. He stared down at you as he put the gun away, a knowing look on his face. “See, you are also extremely weird. We’re two peas in a pod.”

“I’m fucking traumatized!” you said as loud as you dared. He frowned, nodding once.

“I know you are. I promise nothing bad will happen to you and I promise that I can’t be bought. When you’re ready to tell me your dad did this, I’ll go after him. Until then, I’ll keep you safe. Now considering you didn’t have much of a pulse a few hours ago I say first order of business is to get you somewhere you can rest. Deal?” You nodded slowly, Beau patting the seat. “Come up where it’s safer.”

“Not until we’re out of this parking lot.” He held up his hands and put the truck in reverse. “You know if you’re lying to me and you’re taking me anywhere I don’t like-”

“We both know you trust me or else you wouldn’t have given me my gun back. So don’t feel like you have to make threats. You should be dead. I already know you’re tough.” You closed your eyes, a gentle hand resting on your head. “We’ll get you someplace safe real soon, sweetie.”

You must have fallen asleep in the truck because when you woke up, you were in a bed in what looked like a camper. A very nice camper but still, it wasn’t what you were expecting. You sat up against the mountain of pillows behind you, surprised to find two wires slipping inside your hospital gown. To the left on the nightstand sat a small machine that was tracking your heart rate. It shot upright when the door opened, Beau smiling softly.

“You’re looking better,” he said, taking two steps in and setting some clothes down on the end of the bed. “These are my daughter’s clothes. I figured you wouldn’t mind getting out of that gown. I didn’t want to leave you on your own.”

“So you own a portable heart rate monitor just because?” He shrugged, setting a bottle of pills down on top of the clothes. “You went back to the hospital.”

“I sent a trusted officer to the hospital. The doctor said you need to take this every twelve hours so you don’t get an infection.”

“Awesome,” you said. He left you to change and ten minutes later, you’d worked up the courage to exit the room, spotting Beau outside on his porch. You ducked outside, Beau changed into a maroon long sleeve shirt and a dark gray flannel. “Interesting safe house.”

“Well when I made the move up here this land had a little hunting cabin but my daughter wouldn’t want to stay in there. The airstream is big enough for us two,” he said. He picked up an outdoor blanket from a chair and tucked it around your shoulders. “You like leftover lasagna?”

“I am kind of starving.”

“Well make yourself at home then. Bathroom is right next to the bedroom and you,” he said, pulling a chair over to a firepit that had a small bundle of flames going, “Can relax and decompress a bit. Dinner’ll be out soon.”

You sat down, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself, watching him go back inside. 

“Y/N,” he said, pausing in the doorway. He looked over his shoulder and nodded. “I’m right here. No one’s going to bother you.”

“Okay,” you breathed out. You closed your eyes and tucked your feet up onto the chair. 

He’d keep you safe. He seemed smart and nice. You’d be okay with him.

You hoped.

“So,” said Beau after dinner, sitting back in his chair next to you. He sipped on his beer, watching the flames dance in the dark. “You want to tell me what happened? Sooner you do, sooner I can put whoever tried to kill you behind bars.”

Flashes of pain scattered through your mind, the inability to breath, the pounding of your heart. It’d hurt so much. It’d hurt so fucking much.

“He strangled me,” you said, looking down at your lap. “And I knew I was going to die the whole time. And...and I don’t know how I’m alive. I woke up in a grave today.”

“I can’t take away that fear or pain and I’m sorry, darlin’. I truly am. You got me good when you popped up like that earlier but damn, I was glad to see you alive. You’re strong so you survived. It’s how I know you’ll keep surviving long after this mess is cleared up,” said Beau. You raised your chin, meeting his green eyes. There was a gentleness about him you liked. Some men in this situation would be a tough guy, get overly protective. Yet he somehow was straddling that line between comforting and protecting with ease. 

You licked your lips, inhaling deeply. “Can you really take down another sheriff? One that’s been doing his job twenty years longer and has a lot more powerful friends than you?”

He pressed his lips into a thin line. “I’ll be honest. It’s not easy to get someone like that without blatantly obvious evidence of a crime. People turn on each other real quick in those situations though and I think we got that here.”

“What if the evidence would get those powerful friends in trouble too?” Beau parted his lips, a sad look settling into his skin. 

“When you woke up, you were scared of me because I was a cop. You thought I’d hurt you.”

“I called other cops for help. I thought I was safe with them. All they did was give me to my dad. As far as I’m concerned, they tried to kill me as much as he did.”

He nodded, taking a sip of beer. “Then we’ll get them too. I have to know, what is it that you found out or know that would make your dad try to kill you?”

You lowered your head and closed your eyes. “My phone is sitting in a train station locker. There’s videos on it. One of plans and papers and things. There’s copies of those papers in there. There’s a video too of my dad on the phone with someone discussing plans about moving drugs. He’s been selling seized ones out of evidence lock up. I told another cop, a family friend about it all. But he was in on it and then the two of them...they drove me far away from our town and thought they’d killed me. I have no idea how far this goes Beau but they will kill me and cover it up in a second. They didn’t hesitate to try and get rid of me. They want me dead and now.”

“Okay,” he said softly. “What’s going to happen is I’m going to send a pair of my very loyal officers to get that evidence while I get you into the station and officially put you in protective custody. Then-”

“Beau.” You stared him down as he sighed. “The more people I’m around, the more likely I am to wind up dead. Especially in a place full of people all wearing the same uniform.”

He was torn. He clearly wanted to bring you in but you weren’t going anywhere until he could guarantee it’d be safe and he clearly couldn’t right now.

“Then we stay here until we get word your dad and this other officer are in custody. But I need more details and a statement of what happened. Got it?”

“Whatever gets them behind bars is fine with me.”

You woke up in the middle of the night in Beau’s bed to him racing in the room. He was wearing a bulletproof sheriff’s vest with his name on it, his gun out by his side.

“What-”

He held a finger up to his lips, Beau pulling you out of bed in one swift motion. He tossed a pair of sneakers that were too small at you but you managed to cram your feet inside nevertheless. Silently, he opened the back window, keeping you right by his side. He slid out quickly, pausing only a beat before a hand appeared and you grabbed it, Beau pulling you through.

You were more noisy unfortunately and Beau instantly took off running into the woods with you before you could even turn your head to see who was around. After a few moments, he tugged you into the crook of a tree and pushed you down gently.

“Stay,” he whispered. You swallowed and stayed seated, Beau taking off with light footsteps. You covered your mouth when you realized how loudly you were breathing, body tense, waiting for something to happen.

Suddenly, a large noise erupted from the direction of Beau’s air streamer, a popping sound in the air. 

“Howdy sheriff,” said Beau loudly in the distance, a sharp edge to his voice. “I do mighty well appreciate you coming to my home in the dead of night like this. Going to make the conviction even more fun.”

Your dad didn’t say another word as you picked up on other footsteps in the woods, a flash of blue and red light scattering the treeline. You slowly stood, jumping when Beau rounded the tree.

“We got him and the other officer. Now, I distinctly recall telling you to stay down,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. You shrugged, Beau rolling his eyes with a smile. “You ready to go to the station now?”

“Yeah. I’m ready for this to be over with.”

“Sorry about the wait,” said Beau early the next morning. You’d fallen asleep on his small couch covered with an extra flannel he kept in his office, popping up when he walked in. He still had his vest on over his long sleeve, sleeves pushed up, and his hair appeared as if he’d run his hand through it only a million times. He walked over to his desk and sat against the edge of it, offering you a smile. “Well good news for you, they both tried to sell each other out and we have their full confessions. Neither one of them are getting out in their lifetimes.”

You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, letting a small smile form on your face. You nodded, slowly peeling your eyelids open, Beau looking you up and down. “Now what happens?”

“Now? You go back to the hospital and let them finish those tests, probably get in some kind of therapy for a bit and try to live the rest of your life. Easier said than done but I got faith in you, darlin’. You’ll be just fine.”

“I hope so,” you said. “I guess this means I should get out of your hair.”

He shook his head. “You were never in my hair, Y/N. Come on. I’ll give you a ride to the hospital.”

Two Months Later

“Well, well,” said Beau with a big smirk as he sat down next to you at the bar. “What are you doing in town?”

“Fresh start. I moved here officially. It’s peaceful when no one’s trying to kill you,” you said, Beau holding up two fingers and pointing at the beer you were drinking.

“I know about that. You doing okay?” he asked. You smiled and nodded, turning your body towards him.

“My therapist says I should try things to get me out of my comfort zone, rebuild confidence, that sort of thing.” You leaned in close and brushed your lips over his, pecking a soft, slow kiss on him. “You are super hot by the way and not because you saved me. You’re…kind. I like that. See, that’s normally something I never would have said or had the guts to do but-”

Beau cupped your cheek and pulled you back into the kiss, grinning hard throughout it, only letting you go when your drinks were set down.

“I like this therapist of yours,” he murmured. You grinned, Beau resting his elbow against the bar, putting his chin in his hand. “Give me your best pickup line.”

“My what?” you laughed.

“Your best pickup line. I need to see if our styles of humor are compatible, darlin’. Woo me,” he chuckled. You laughed and grabbed your beer bottle, taking a few steps away before spinning around and walking back over.

“You know handsome, I’d ask you to go to the movies with me but they don’t let you bring in snacks,” you said. He covered his hand with his mouth as he burst out laughing, keening forward in his seat as giggles wracked his body. “Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all week.”

“Wow. That was awful. And you totally passed,” he laughed. 

“Your turn,” you said as you sat, Beau raising his eyebrows. “Oh you don’t get this just cause you saved me and you’re pretty. As you would say, woo me.”

He cleared his throat and put on smoky bedroom eyes, licking his lips. “You know what my shirt’s made out of? Boyfriend material.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, laughing and slapping his thigh. “That was so lame!”

“Yeah but you laughed,” he said. 

“I guess that means you passed too,” you said, lifting your beer. He clinked his bottle against yours, smiling as he brought the rim to his lips. “Want to go for two or nothing?”

“Worst pick up line pays for dinner?” he grinned.

“You’re on, Arlen.”

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A/N: Want more Beau x reader fics? Let me know!

[daddy-bradley]

Honeymoon Blues

(NOT MY GIF! CREDIT TO OWNER!)

Summary: It’s the night of your wedding with Bradley and you both celebrate your union together after your ceremony and after-party.

Warning(s): Smut (18+), Minors do not interact, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, penetration (p in v), descriptive foreplay, cum play, intimacy x10, major flufffffff 

Super long (Sorry not sorry)

You couldn’t stop hearing the phrase from repeating in your head over and over-

“I now pronounce you husband and wife..”

You couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling of content that you currently feel. This signified that you and Bradley were not brought together as one. No longer individuals, and who now share the last name Bradshaw. 

Bradley and you were now husband and wife, and as you currently lie on your hotel bed before you guys officially kickstart your honeymoon, you couldn’t help but reminisce your most memorable day. 

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The feeling of your heart pounding out of your chest as you wait behind the backdrop to open up so you could see the aisle was making the anticipation worst. The only thing that was keeping you grounded was the tight grip you had held onto Pete as you both prepared to walk.

“Relax honey, you’ll be fine, I won’t let you fall.” he reassured you as he tried to keep your nerves at bay. 

Taking a deep breath, you decide to take his advice, because knowing you, if you continue to worry, something bad will surely happen. Taking multiple deep breaths, you calm yourself. It wasn’t until the sound of the music started to play that you realized that this was it-

You were about to marry the love of your life. 

And soon as the backdrop opened, everything suddenly vanished. The people that were currently standing to witness your union completely blurred out. Your bridesmaids and groomsmen suddenly disappeared. And all you saw was Bradley. Your Bradley.

The smile that was evident on his face was so big, that his cheeks were red. You couldn’t see it, but the tears that were forming in his eyes were trying their best not to fall. He knew he was making the right choice in marrying you. That he was sure of because if he wasn’t then he wouldn’t have heard Goose and Carol’s voice in his ear whispering,

“Good job son, we’re proud of you.”

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“What are you thinking so hard about over there?” the sound of your newly husband’s voice whispered in your ear as he interrupted your thoughts. you couldn’t help but smile and turned to look back at him taking in his handsome, chiseled, yet scarred face. 

“Today, you, us.....” you replied back as you turned your body over to face him, immediately his arms wrapped around your back pulling you closer. You both just took the time to stare at each together, taking it all in that this was real. 

You could feel his faint breath on your lips and if you could forever hold onto this moment, you would. 

“I’m so glad you married me...” he whispered as his arms traced your back, setting shivers across your body. 

“I’m surprised you married me.” you chuckled. He lightly pinched the open skin on your back in retaliation to your comment. 

“Don’t talk like that. You knew how much I wanted to marry you from the start babe.” Bradley explained as his fingers trailed across your back.

“It’s just hard to believe that were married, that this is real. It doesn’t even feel like it to be honest. I just feel that I’m in some sort of dream and going to wake up one day, and this was all fake.” sighing he brings his hands up to your face and pulls you towards him. He softly presses his lips against yours and relish the feeling of them. 

It wasn’t until he pulled away after a moment that he pressed his forehead to yours, caressing your cheek with careful tenderness.

“This is real, baby. You’re my wife, I’m your husband. You’re stuck with me for the rest of our lives. So, suck it up Mrs.Bradshaw, cause you aren’t ever leaving me.” he stated in a serious tone. Part of you wanted to laugh, but the other part of you knew that Bradley was dead serious. 

“I could never leave you, even if you annoy me and I want to duct-tape your mouth shut sometimes.” you laughed as he began to lightly tickle your sides.

“How rude of you Mrs.Bradshaw.” he whispered and proceeded to bring you into another kiss. 

“Get used to it Mr.Bradshaw.” you tell him back once you slightly broke away. 

Your language of love continued on, and you could feel your skin becoming hotter, as the pace of your heartbeat began to beat faster. You could feel his hands lowering down past your stomach. 

The kiss you two were currently sharing was becoming deeper and eventually you felt his moist tongue collide with yours. Automatically you could feel your most sensitive area between your legs become wet. That tongue of his was a weapon itself. You knew what it was capable of, and you were eager to get to it.

Your hands ran through his hair, messing up his slight messy curls until eventually you felt one of his hands get to your inner thigh and squeeze it. You couldn’t help but let the moan that caught in your throat escape. He was making your whole body feel as if it was on fire, and you two have barely done anything yet.

Pulling away from the kiss, which made you slightly pout you watched as he began to slide your nightgown up. He was careful in taking it off, making sure not rip any of your clothes. You guys have seen each other plenty of times, but this was different now. You were seeing each other as husband and wife. This was forever, and that is how you both wanted it to remain. 

Once you were ridden of your night gown which left you in nothing but your lace panties, Bradley took this time to admire you. The feeling of his eyes staring at you was so intense, the vulnerability was almost unbearable, but it didn’t last long once he snapped out of his trance. 

“You are so fucking beautiful.” he stated as his hands reached out to touch your body. He couldn’t believe that he had a woman like you in his life. If anything, he thought he was the one dreaming. 

He let his hands smooth across skin, your eyes had closed in relaxation, but it wasn’t until you felt a pinch on your bare nipple that you let out a surprised gasp.

“So damn sexy, baby.” he groaned as he watched your reaction.

As he continued to play with it, he let his other hand trail down to your panties. His fingers began to play with the edge of your panties which caused a spike in your breathing. He smirked at your reaction and continued to tease you some more. Only this time, he switched his attention to the other nipple while still teasing you with your panties.

“Bradley..” the moan you released was pure sex to his ears, and if he thought that was the sexiest thing ever, then he just had to wait and see once the real fun began. 

“Please stop teasing me.” you had begged him as his fingers kept toying with you. 

“What is it you want baby? You gotta tell me.” he cooed at you as he continued his little game of torture. 

“Your fingers.....your tongue.....anything Bradley please.” It was like a never-ending song that he wanted to replay over and over again. Deciding to show you some mercy, he took his hand away from your boobs, and pulled down your panties. 

The cold air the blew on your intimate area had you shivering in anticipation. But what Bradley currently saw had his boxers becoming tighter. The way your lower lips glistened in arousal had him dying for a taste. 

Spreading your legs apart you braced yourself against your pillow as you anxiously waited for what was about to happen next. You bit your lip as Bradley leaned down closer towards you leaving a loving kiss on your forehead and trailing it down past your face, your neck, collarbone. 

Your body was melting at his physical display of love for you. You’ve never felt this kind of raw emotion before. It was euphoric, something you never wanted to forget. It wasn’t until you felt his hot mouth capture one of your nipples in his mouth when your senses exploded.

“God..Bradley.” you whimpered as you let him continue his sensual act of love. Becoming a little antsy you grab his free hand and trail it down to between your legs. Where you wanted him to touch you most. Your body twitched in pleasure once you felt his fingers come in contact with your most sensitive spot. 

“Jesus, your soaking baby. Do I make you feel that good?” he continued to put pressure on your clit and rub it in tight circles. Your eyes were closed, mouth open wide in pleasure that you couldn’t even respond. You could barely even nod due to what you were feeling. 

“S-So good Bradley.” you panted out as his circles got tighter and the feeling of his mouth on your chest intensified. If he could make you orgasm just from this, then this man was truly a saint. 

Releasing his mouth from your chest, he moves his mouth back onto yours. Only this time, this kiss was becoming pure dirty. His tongue wrestled with yours, and while you were too focused on making out with him, you decided to move your hand and hover right over his covered, hardening length. 

Bradley let out a deep, guttered groan as he felt you squeeze him. The feeling of his boxers becoming tighter was starting to make him uncomfortable but right now he wanted to focus on you. 

As you continued to take your turn teasing him, Bradley decides that enough is enough and goes ahead to push one finger into your tight opening. Forcing you to pull away from the kiss as you gasp out his name in a breathless chant. 

“Fuck Bradley.” you moaned out loud as his long finger pumped in and out of you. Stretching you for what was to come. Your inner walls clenched in pleasure which made you both groan simultaneously. 

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight. You feel so fucking good.” His lewd praise had you becoming even wetter and while you tried your best to continue teasing him you couldn’t focus on anything else other than the hot pleasure that was pooling in your stomach. 

“More.” you begged as your body began to slightly convulse. A true-tell sign that your orgasm was slowly beginning to approach. 

“Shhhh...I got you baby.” Bradley cooed as he placed a kiss on your lips and entered another finger into your entrance. The stretch causing your eyes to roll back and this time you didn’t care about what you sounded like. You let the moans out not caring who could possibly hear.

“That’s it baby, God, you’re so fucking sexy.” he praised you as he fastened his pace. His fingers grazing against your walls back and forth, back and forth. Your stomach began to tighten even more at the penetration of his fingers. His finger pads brushed over your g-spot continuously, making you clench even tighter around him. 

Your breaths turned into heavy pants as you felt the coil in your stomach getting ready to pop. 

“Oh fuck.” 

“You gonna cum for me baby?” Bradley decided to pick it up a notch and add a third finger, this time making you see stars. Each time he pushed his fingers into your tight warmth, the squelching sound that your lower region was creating permeated through the air. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck Bradley, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum!” You wailed out as you got closer and closer to the verge of your orgasm.

“Cum for me baby.” Bradley muttered and attached his mouth back on your nipple to add more stimulation which sent you right over the edge. The coil snapped and you released your orgasm right onto his fingers. 

The moans ripped from your throat and your eyes were closed in intense pleasure. This feeling was amazing, you didn’t ever want it to end. You continued to embrace your high as Bradley slowly continued to thrust his fingers in you. the slight overstimulation becoming a bit intense as you came back to your senses. 

“God, I fucking love you Mrs.Bradshaw” Bradley proclaimed and proceeded to smack his lips against yours. When he pulled away is when he decided to remove his fingers from you. Your essence was coated right on the pads of his fingers, and what you didn’t expect was for Bradley to pop them right in his mouth. 

You watched with lustful eyes as his thick lips sucked on his own fingers, tasting you. Suddenly, you could feel the dampness between your legs getting even more messier. 

“Taste so fucking good baby.” he says. Leaning up towards his mouth, you kiss him, and in return you get a taste of your own arousal. It should be sinful with how much you liked the taste of you and the taste of his mouth together. 

Pushing him down against the mattress, you continue your assault on his mouth as your fingers trail down his chest. You took in every muscle detail that he had, appreciating his strong arms that keep you safe. It wasn’t until you lowered your hand further to where you were hovering over the edge of his boxers that Bradley noticed what you were trying to do. 

“Baby you don’t have to.” he reassured you, but you wanted to. You wanted to taste him so badly. I mean, it was only right that you return the favor. 

“I want to. I want to taste you.” you tell him as your hands pull his boxers down to let him spring free. You watched as his hardened length snaps up and hits his stomach. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of him. 

He wasn’t huge per say, but the thickness was there, and he had a good 5 1/2 inches to him. But to you size didn’t matter, he always got the job done with or without it. You take him in your hands and notice how the tip is an angry red with bits of pre-cum spilling out. 

You slowly start to move your hand up and down, using his pre-cum as lubrication and watch his face begin to contort in pleasure. 

“That feel good baby?” you asked him as you kept your movements nice and slow to which he let out a moan in response to your question. 

“So damn good baby, keep going.” 

You continued to pump him with your hands, your speed slowly getting faster. Deciding to take it the next step further, you take him by surprise by leaning your head down and taking his length into your mouth. 

Bradley gasps in both shock and pleasure as he felt your warm and wet mouth engulf him. His thighs clenched as you began to suck on him and slowly start to bob your head. 

“Fuck baby, that feels so good, You’re such a good girl.” he praises you and uses one of his hands to gather up your hair from getting in your face. He watches you go up and down, while occasionally hallowing your cheeks to take him further down your throat which made him a noisy mess. 

“Just like that baby, holy fuck.” he groaned out as you took him even deeper without straining your throat so much. You wanted him to feel good too and you knew exactly how to get him to do so. 

Picking up the pace, you bob your head faster, while simultaneously pumping him. Up and down your head went as you felt his legs begin to shake, a sign that he was nearly close. You use your cheeks to suction him tighter and Bradley couldn’t help but thrust his hips up into your mouth. 

His grip on your hair tightened and if it wasn’t for you rubbing soothing circles into his thigh, he would have taken that as indication to slow down. Continuing to thrust his hips into you, you do your best to relax your throat so you don’t choke or gag. 

Bits of spit was escaping your mouth, but you both didn’t care. Giving head was never a cleanly act to do. Taking all that he was giving to you, you felt his tip starting to throb, so you sucked even harder and moved your free hand down to squeeze one of his balls, and just like that his released spilled down your throat. You gladly swallowed it with pride and couldn’t help but moan at the taste. 

“Fuck baby, you did so fucking good. I’m so proud of you.” 

He slowly pulls his hips away to not cause you any distress and slumps against the pillows. you couldn’t help but giggle at his post-orgasm smile. 

“I love you baby.” you whispered as you lied on top of him and kissed his chest.

“I love you too.” he replied back and then proceeded to flip you over, so you were the one on your back. 

“Now let’s get to the real thing.” he said with an evil smirk, your stomach fluttered with anticipation as you watched reach down to feel between your thighs again. 

“God, I love how wet you are. So good baby, just for me.” the constant praising he was giving you made you feel good. You had your fair share of insecurities just like everyone else in society, but Bradley always made you feel good about yourself. 

You feel your body start to get hot again as you feel him circling your clit, re-igniting the pleasure within you. The wetness between your legs began to pour out like a river and this time Bradley couldn’t help himself. 

“I’m sorry baby, but I gotta have a quick taste.” swiftly, he swooped his body towards the end of the mattress and pressed his mouth right on your wet cunt. His tongue automatically flicking at your clit causing your eyes to close, and your body arch off the bed.

“Oh shit Bradley!” You exclaimed as his tongue continued to dance all over you. Up and down, side to side, clockwise and counterclockwise. His tongue was a goddamn sin. It wasn’t until he thrusted tongue deep inside you, truly tasting your arousal that your hands yanked at his hair causing him to let out a pleasurable groan. 

“Right there baby, oh my god fuck.” you panted as you felt your second orgasm approaching for the night. He flicks his tongue inside of you one more time before taking it out and pulling away, a slight disappointment to you.

“You taste so damn good baby. I could eat you all day.” He reaches up to kiss you, your arousal still lingering all over his mouth and tongue. He positions himself right in between your legs and grasps his hard length. Sliding up and down your folds.

“But I need to be inside you now.” he panted as he continued to move against you. 

“Do it Bradley, please. I need to feel you so bad.” you begged. the pleasure you were still feeling was there and you wanted to cum so badly. As you felt the pressure of him entering you, your arms wrap around his neck. Pulling him closer so that you guys were now chest to chest. 

“Jesus your fucking tight baby.” he stated as he continued to slowly push himself farther. Igniting a deep stretch amongst your inner walls. It was only a slight pain each time he entered you. But once he was settles, you felt a content fullness that soon would turn into hot, raw pleasure. 

“You’re so big Bradley.” you panted once he was fully sheathed inside you, and he gave a cocky smirk at your comment. His hands lean down to grip both sides of your hips. He pulls out slowly, and when you start to feel empty, the fullness returns when he thrusts back in. 

You sigh in pleasure as he continued to test the pace. Hips meeting yours in a slow rhythm. It wasn’t until the pleasure started to build when you signaled him to move faster. 

“More Bradley.” You pleaded as you let your legs wrap around his waist, causing him to go in deeper when he went back to thrust into you. His hips begin to speed up, his grip on your hips getting stronger, though not painful. 

The sound of his skin slapping against yours could be heard throughout the room, but it only added to the pleasure you were feeling. 

“Fuck, just like that baby.” you praised as he continued to thrust into you at a quick pace. The feeling of his length pressing against your tight walls made you see stars. You could feel that you were starting to get to the edge of cumming. 

“You like that baby? God, you feel so fucking good.” he groaned out as he spread your legs wider and placed his hands firm on the mattress. The angle causing him to go deeper and brushing against your gspot. 

“Oh fuck, don’t stop Bradley, don’t stop!” you cried out as he smacked his hips into yours. His heavy panting was loud next to your ear, and you could see the sweat dripping down his head, but only made you wetter. 

Bradley was a true symbol of sex on legs, and what you were feeling now was him owning that title. Your nails begin to dig into his back, leaving crescent moon shapes as he continues his pace. 

“I’m getting close baby.” he choked out as he leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth. Your eyes rolled back, and you couldn’t begin to see straight. 

“Make me cum Bradley please. Make me cum.” you beg.

He moves his body up and then proceeds to move your legs on top of his shoulders so he was still in between you and begins to set a brutal pace.

“Fuck! Bradley I’m gonna cum!” the position he had you in was making you see real stars up close. the feeling of his length pounding into your gspot repetitively was overtaking your mind and all you could think about was cumming. 

His hips smacked into yours over and over, his length just barely kissing your cervix as you both get closer to your orgasms. After one particular thrust, you felt him twitch inside you, indicating that he was close. Deciding to help get there you clench your walls together causing him to stutter his pace.

“O-oh fuck. Baby I’m gonna explode if you do that again.” he panted as he kept his brutal pace. Fucking into you so deep, your orgasm getting closer and closer to that edge. 

“Cum for me Bradley, I want you to cum in me.” you moaned loudly. 

You move your hand down to your clit. rubbing at it furiously to help you get there in time with him. He was fascinated with watching you touch yourself, as he watched his length moving in and out of your wet folds. It made him officially loose it and let go of that intense pressure he was feeling in the pit of his stomach. 

“Oh fuck I’m cumming.” he exclaimed and released his cum inside you while still continuing his thrust. The feeling of his release triggering your own orgasm as your body twitched in pleasure. You couldn’t scream, you couldn’t moan. Your orgasm was so intense that you could barely breathe. 

After a minute, the overstimulation began to subside, and Bradley took that time to slowly remove himself from you. 

“You are so amazing baby, so lucky to have you.” he said breathlessly as he tried to recover from his own orgasm. He takes this time to clean himself up and as he walks to the bathroom real quick to grab a cloth for yourself, he made sure to grab you a t-shirt of his. 

He helped clean you up, gave a nice massage on your thighs, cause lord knows they’ll be sore tomorrow, and helped you into his shirt as a nightgown. 

“I’m so lucky you married me.” he said softly as you both lie in bed, holding each other close and admiring one another. 

“I’d say I’m the lucky one, but I don’t feel like arguing with you right now.” you chuckled quietly as your eyes began to slowly start to droop, 

“I wish my mom and dad could have met you, they would have both loved you so much.” he stated sadly in which you comfort him by placing a chaste kiss on his lips. 

“Me too baby, but just know that they are happy for you, and that they are really proud of you for where you are in life. That’s all that matters,” you tell him. 

“What would I do without you Mrs.Bradshaw?” he chuckled as he watched your eyes slowly close. 

“Not be able to have the best orgasms of your life ever again.” you joked one last time in which you got his deep laugh in return. 

“I love you y/n.” he said, which in other words, meant him saying goodnight. 

“I love you too Bradley.” you responded back, saying your goodnight as well. 

A/N: Soooooo, yeah. Went overboard but oh well, I like it.  Let me know what you think.

[jxtina-86]

Temporary Escape - Part 4

A/N: I've added the previous parts to my fanfic links here. As always, this was written far too long ago - Mox is Dean for that reason. Blah blah blah.

To say I am nervous about posting this, is an understatement. I have written some crazy shit in the past but nothing quite compares to this and is one of the reasons I've sat on this for far too long.

I would really appreciate some love to ease my nerves on this - thank you in advance!

This entire part is a flashback - I've only put the first part in italics for reasons that will become clear...

This entire flashback is 10k words so I've split in two - look out for the next part soon...

So... let's find out what happened shall we?

Warning: Smut. To use the old-school term, this is stuffed with so many lemons, you could make a million gallons of lemonade

Rating: MA

Seth Rollins/OC/Roman Reigns/Dean Ambrose (Jon Moxley)

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Fingers lightly dance over my hips as Seth kisses me, his mouth firm, wanting. I breathe into him, my body fluid as I lean into him. His hand slides up the back of my neck, into my hair, twisting big handfuls into his grasp as he holds me close. And yet I can still feel a hand on each hip. Then Seth’s other hand cups my face and I realise with a jolt that there’s another, someone behind me, someone else’s breath on my neck.

The hands on my hips squeeze gently as lips caress my shoulder. Seth is pulling away from my mouth, trailing hot, feverish kisses down my throat and I’m able to look behind me. Roman stares back at me, his tongue darting out to lick his lips before he kisses me. I groan into his mouth, responding not only to his kiss but Seth’s fingers tugging down the cups of my bra, his tongue flicking across one nipple before he takes it fully into his mouth. My brain is on the verge of shutting down already, when I feel another tongue, another mouth on my other breast. I break away from Roman’s mouth to see Dean slipping a hand around my back to unclasp my bra and drag the straps down my arms before he chucks the garment over his shoulder.

Seth sinks lower, his mouth on my stomach, his fingers on my panties and I can feel my knees starting to buckle. Roman’s mouth is hot on my neck and jawline, my hair wrapped roughly around his fist and out of his way. Dean’s tongue is sinful, his big hands cupping my breasts, making me hiss with firm, yet teasing pinches to my already sensitive nipples. My body arches as Seth…

I feel the bed beneath me, the warmth of the sheets, the softness of the pillow, a faint glow beyond my closed eyes and a dull murmur that brings me out of my slumber.

“Hey,” I hear Seth whisper, his hand ghosting over my back. “You okay?”

“Huh?” My voice is thick with sleep, my eyes squinting at the glare of the TV.

“You were mumbling in your sleep.”

“I was?” I roll over to find him and smile, my eyes closing as he pulls me close.

“Yeah,” he breathes across my cheek. “Bad dream?”

I shake my head, but don’t say anything because I’m not sure what to say. I can barely compute it, the details are hazy but the more conscious I become the more aware I am that my skin feels hot as if those three pairs of hands are still caressing me.

Seth’s finger slips under my chin, tilting my head back so I look up at him. “Tell me.”

I mean, do you tell your sort-of-casual-fuck-slash-kinda-boyfriend about sex dreams that involve other people? Especially when those other people are specifically his friends and co-workers?

“Tell me,” he repeats, his arms settling around me, his beard fuzzy against my forehead. 

“You were there,” I start and I look up in time to see the cockiness spread across the lit side of his face; the rest cast in shadow and unreadable. “Fine, it was a sex dream.”

“Uh-huh…” he grins. “You’re almost as vocal in your dreams as you are in real life.”

I feel my cheeks redden and for a moment wonder if he can see, before I realise that perhaps certain names slipped out during my state of unconsciousness.

“So,” he continues. “What were we doing?”

I chew my lip. “We…”

“Because if you tell me, I’ll give you the real life play-by-play.”

I snort and before I can connect my brain with my mouth: “I’d think twice about that.”

“Why?”

I kick myself. “We… We weren’t alone.”

“I see.”

“Just a dream, Seth.”

“Sure.” He pauses. “But a dream you were enjoying?”

“I guess.”

“Who was there?” He doesn’t sound jealous, he doesn’t, as far as I can tell, even look jealous. It seems to be genuine curiosity.

“You really want to know?” I give him a quizzical look.

“Sure.” His face stays soft and relaxed.

I chew my lip and when I speak my voice is low, barely a whisper. “Roman… and Dean.”

He’s silent and I watch him blink, his bottom lip disappearing for a second as he chews it thoughtfully. “Huh.”

“See, told you to think twice about it.” I force a chuckle as I look down, unable to meet his gaze.  “Anyway, just a stupid dream.”

“How was it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Was it good?”

“We don’t have to talk about this.”

“I want to.”

“Why? It was a dream. Nothing more.”

“What if it was more?”

I look back up at him sharply. “What?”

“I made you a deal. You tell me your dream and I give you the play-by-play in real-life.”

“Seth, c’mon. Like you’d ever agree to that.” He has to be kidding. Right?

“I would. I am.”

I roll my eyes. “No, you wouldn’t and you’re not. Like how would that even work?”

“I think it’s pretty straightforward.”

“Sure. You go wake the guys, tell them that we’re going to have a foursome and then it just happens.”

“Why not?”

I blink. “Because it sounds fucking insane Seth.”

“Trust me, it isn’t in the slightest.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’ll see.” He kisses me on the forehead before he pulls the covers back and starts to rise.

“Where are you going?”

“To get them.”

“Seth!”

He kneels on the edge of the bed, bending down to me, his hand cupping my cheek, fingers lacing through my hair. “Trust me. Go freshen up. I’ll be back.”

I grip his wrist, keeping him to me for a minute. “Seth, stop messing with me.”

“No messing. I’m serious.”

“I don’t understand.”

He kisses me and it’s soft, tender. “I’m telling you that if you want this, it’s on offer.”

“I…”

“Take as long as you need,” he breathes against my mouth as he pulls back again. “We’ll be waiting.”

I watch as he moves to the door and it shuts behind him. I’m frozen in the bed, but only momentarily, as I try to compute the conversation that has just occurred. And then I’m moving, scrambling to push the sheets back and launching myself towards the bathroom where I close the door and stare at my reflection in the mirror.

I’m telling you that if you want this, it’s on offer.

One casual, half-formed sex dream and suddenly sex with three men at once is a possibility. Beyond how incredibly fucked up this is becoming in the early hours of a Saturday morning, I’m not even sure of the logistics of a foursome. Opening the bathroom door, I spy my phone and grab it quickly before retreating to lean against the vanity and open up Google. I pause, unsure what to write. The results will be porn or urban dictionary entries written by sixteen-year-olds - hardly a reflection of the potential reality of what may be about to unfold.

And then I stop - how is this even happening in the first place? I half-wonder if this is a dream within a dream, that I’ll wake from this to discover I’m back in bed and Seth is asleep next to me and no one is even remotely suggesting that a dream should be acted upon with almost immediate effect.

I can’t even put my finger on what even caused the dream. But as I close my eyes, I can see fragments of the brief encounter stood between three men and my stomach flips. Of course I can see the attraction of Roman and Dean - they’re tall, handsome men, with muscles, charm and wit. But they’re also Seth’s friends and co-workers. And surely to them, I’m his… Well, whatever I am.

And maybe this is why Seth is up for this, I think, my heart sinking slightly. I am just a casual fuck. Sharing me with his friends wouldn’t be a big deal because I’m not his girlfriend or anything quite as serious. I’m just the girl he sees when he’s local or when he invites me out to keep him company on the road. So what would it matter if I slept with his friends in some off-the-chain sexual exploration?

I chew my lip, picking up my phone again, idly scrolling to take my mind off this sudden realisation of why Seth wasn’t even bothered by my dream in the first place. There’s a handful of messages and I scroll through them, one of them an unknown number. I frown as I open it and read the message in full:

Hey Maddy, Seth sent me your number. I was backstage the other night when you were with the guys and thought you might like this.

There’s a blurred picture and as it starts to download, I suddenly remember. They’d been wearing the skull masks, the same that Seth and I had messed around with a few weeks back and had been posing for backstage snippets presumably with the same photographer who was messaging me. Seth had pulled me into one of the shots and with a chill down my spine I remember how close all three had felt as they surrounded me to make sure they were all in shot.

The photo comes into focus and I swallow hard. I’m the only one staring at the lens, my grin bashful. All three of them are looking elsewhere. All three of them, I realise, are looking at me. To the left is Dean, his head cocked to one side as he stares down at me, his chest almost up against my shoulder. Behind me is Roman, his head looming above mine, his eyes boring into me, his shoulders and arms flexed. And to the right is Seth, his eyes the only ones I can truly read and I know what happened later that night to back that look up - the combination of the mask, that he’d hit that roll over the barricade during their entrance and just him being him had resulted in one hell of an impromptu after-party between the sheets. Or rather against the wall, on the floor, against the chest of drawers, in the shower, against the bathroom vanity and then finally on the bed where the mood slowed and he’d fucked me painfully slowly, teasing me, until I was shaking uncontrollably.

I blink, distracted at the memory and stare again at the photo as if I’d imagined what I had previously seen. But no, all three are still staring at me and my dream suddenly seems to come into sharp focus as well. I obviously hadn’t realised at the time what was happening around me but clearly somewhere in my sub-conscious that feeling of them all so close had remained and my brain had started to connect the dots.

And the conversation with Seth is starting to make more sense too. He knew. He knew about this photo, knew what Roman and Dean were thinking and my dream was just confirmation that in some way we were all on the same page. My heart starts to pound and my hands are trembling as I put the phone down and start to consider what to do next.

My train of thought is interrupted by movement behind the door and I freeze, my ears straining to hear…

“Are we all sure about this?” I can hear Roman saying. “Including Maddy?”

“I told her that if she was up for it, so were we,” Seth replies.

“I mean it’s pretty fucked up.” Dean, which surprises me. “How are you okay with this?” My thoughts exactly.

There’s a pause. “If this is what she wants, then I’ll give her that. The fact it’s you two, you both admitted you’d have hit on her given the opportunity and rightly or wrongly I trust that you’re not going to do anything to hurt her, well that’s a bonus.”

“So let me get this straight,” Dean again. “You’re willing to give her whatever she wants, I get that. But usually acts like that are usually giving a chick commitment or a fucking handbag or some shit like that. Not a gang-bang.”

“Are you down for it or not?”

“I’m not sure I’m the one you should be asking that question to. I’d start with asking Maddy and perhaps even yourself.”

“But if she is. And I am?”

Another pause. “Sure.”

“Roman?”

There’s a grunt of agreement.

“Okay, so the deal is that no-one ever mentions what happens outside of these four walls. Not even to each other. And this is on her terms, her lead. No-one does anything to fuck with that, got it?”

“Christ, this is fucked up.”

Couldn’t say it better myself, I think as I close my eyes. Dean’s hands on my breasts, Roman’s mouth on mine, Seth’s tongue on my stomach. I bite my lip, feeling my skin flush. My terms. Never mentioned again. He trusts them. I trust them.

I ruffle my hair, tug at my shirt, reach for my toothbrush and a minute later I reach for the door handle. Taking a deep breath, I slowly pull open the door, my heart in my mouth as I feel three pairs of eyes on me. I’m not sure where to look and the first person my gaze connects with is Roman. He’s shirtless, his hair tied back as it usually is, but not as neat as if it was done in a hurry, the edges frizzy and loose around his face. My breath catches in my throat as I look away but at the same time catch a glimpse of the sweatpants slung low on his waist. Too low for there to be anything underneath them.

My eyes sweep to find Seth and instead meet Dean who at first glance seems to be fully clothed but then I notice the hoodie is only half-zipped and I can see his chest. I find myself blushing despite having seen both him and Roman in various states of undress over the past two years - sharing hotel rooms will do that as will a backstage pass that gets you into locker-rooms to sneak a kiss or more with your…

Finally, Seth comes into focus. He smiles, stepping away from the other two towards me. He’s still in the same state of undress; the tight boxers that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. His arms slide around me, his hands in the small of my back as he pulls me against him.

“Hey,” he breathes against my cheek before he gives me a soft kiss. “You okay?”

“I guess.”

“Maddy,” he says, his mouth next to my ear, his voice low. “If you want this, they’re on board. I told them-”

“I know. I heard you.” I cup his face with one hand. “I still don’t get why you’re on board though?”

For the first time, I see his cheeks flush slightly. “You once said that you wanted to feel everything at the same time.”

“I’m pretty sure I was kidding, Seth.”

“Your choice. The three of us will give you that. If you want it.”

“I saw the photo.”

“And?” Seth’s fingers are trailing up and down my back and all I can think about is how much I suddenly want, need, the other two to do the same.

“My terms?”

He nods and I look up to see the other two nod in agreement.

Seth slips a hand around my neck, up into my hairline as he kisses me. I audibly groan into his mouth, clamouring for more as he pulls back. “So tell us?”

“Tell you what?”

“About your dream.”

I close my eyes for a second, steadying my breath. When I open them, Dean and Roman are closing in, one of either side of us. “It started with just you,” I tell Seth. “We were kissing. And your hands were on my hips. But then you moved them but I could still feel hands there and that’s when I realised we weren’t alone.”

“Who was it?” I hear Roman ask, his voice so low it practically vibrates through me.

“You,” I reply, my voice barely a whisper. “You were behind me…” I look up at Seth who nods encouragingly. “You were kissing my neck and then Seth started to move down to my breasts so then you kissed me.”

“And then?” says Dean and I can tell without even looking that he’s barely inches from me.

“There was another mouth on my breasts…”

“Me?” Dean’s the first out of him and Roman to touch me, a finger trailing down my jawline to raise my gaze to him. I nod and he gives me a cocky grin.

My mind starts to fog as I feel hands, larger than Seth’s cup my hips and my heart pounds as I feel Roman’s chest against my back. Seth’s mouth ghosts over mine as I get out the final memory of the dream. “You,” I tell him. “You started to go down on me and that’s when I woke up.”

“No wonder you were moaning in your sleep,” he chuckles as he presses kisses to my jawline. “Those soft, breathy moans that you do when you’re on the edge.”

Fingers pluck at my shirt, lifting it and I realise that, unlike my dream, I am completely unprepared for this. Thank god I showered before bed is all I can think. Not so thankful that under my shirt I’m wearing a cropped bra that’s seen better days rather than some chic lingerie that flatters me rather than offering practical support. My mouth opens to offer some sort of apology, but I’m halted by a hand cupping the back of my neck, easing my head back.

“Breathy moans, huh?” Roman murmurs. “Let me see if I can help with that.” He leans forward and I sense a slight hint of tentativeness at the first real step over the line. But then his lips brush over mine just as Seth’s hand cups my breast and my head almost explodes. Roman’s mouth is firm, determined, his fingers massaging the back of my neck at the same pace. I sigh into him and I feel his lips twitch in a grin. Only when Seth nips at my ear do we break apart and I’m breathless as my shirt is pulled free from my body. Seth kisses me, a soft growl in the back of his throat and I wonder if it’s through want or need to assert his ownership over me, or something else.

But once again, all rational thought leaves my mind as he pulls away and returns to blaze a path down my throat. I feel new fingers plucking at my bra, cool air hitting my breasts as that too is pulled up and over my head and I’m left fully exposed bar my panties. I can’t bring myself to look down so i look up instead, meeting Roman’s gaze once again and letting my hand cup his head this time to bring his mouth back to mine.

Dean’s tongue meets my skin at the same time as Seth’s; a move that seems too coordinated not to be and my back arches into their touch. I can feel hands everywhere - on my breasts, my back, my shoulders, my neck and my skin feels electrified. Dean pulls back, releasing my nipple with an audible pop and then I hiss into Roman’s mouth as a cool breeze hits my hot and damp skin. Fingers pinch gently, then harder, testing the waters and I pull away from Roman to meet Dean’s gaze.

“You like that?” he asks, his voice rough as he pinches my nipple again watching my face intently.

I nod, my head lolling back against Roman’s chest.

“What else do you like?” he pushes as he cups my breast and takes it into his mouth again, his tongue swirling over the hot skin before he pulls back again, this time his teeth grazing the sensitive tip.

“That,” I manage to get out. “I… I like that.”

Seth’s mouth is on my stomach and my legs start to tremble. I’m more turned on than I ever realised was physically possible and even on an average day, his mouth is my undoing within minutes. I can already feel the tingling anticipation between my legs and I’m about to be at my most vulnerable, yet most euphoric in the presence of three men.

Roman’s teeth nip at my ear. “You okay?” he murmurs.

“Yes,” I breathe as I feel Dean cup both my breasts, pushing them together and then his tongue flicking over one then the other. Seth’s tongue trails from my navel down to the waistband of my panties and I feel my knees start to give way. “Fuck…”

My free hand drops to the back of his head and I feel him chuckle against my skin.

“Needy, huh?” Dean teases as he takes the opportunity to kiss me for the first time. “Tell us, what do you need?”

I can feel Seth pause in his endeavour, Roman’s mouth halts too, his breath hot on my neck as I stare up at Dean’s wide eyes. The three of them, waiting on me, waiting for my command, my permission to proceed.

“I need to cum.” My voice is barely a whisper. “Please.”

“That’s a given, but what do you need?” Dean asks again.

“I…” My head is swimming.

“This?” His fingers dig gently but firmly into my breasts.

“Or this?” Roman adds, his mouth on my neck, teeth nipping at the taut skin.

“And this?” Seth’s voice vibrates against my clit and I jolt in response.

“Or all of it?” Dean summises with a grin as my eyes meet his and I nod.

Seth’s hands are splayed on my thighs as he kisses me through my panties. His tongue flicks over my clit, dampening the material even more than it already is. His arm nudges my legs further apart and I feel myself slip against Roman’s chest, Dean’s hands tugging involuntarily at my breasts.

“Easy,” Roman murmurs and a secure arm eases around my waist, holding me steady. “I got you, baby girl.”

My stomach flips at the endearment and his touch, grateful for both. Dean’s hands are still pawing at my breasts, but his mouth is ghosting over mine and this time his kiss is hard, wanton. Seth’s fingers finally start to ease my panties down and there’s a brief pause as I step out of them and then I feel his tongue. I moan into Dean’s mouth, my body lurching uncontrollably and Roman’s arm grips me firmly.

“Shit, you’re dripping Maddy” I hear Seth say as his fingers rub my wetness. I’m barely aware of him rising until Dean slips away from me and I feel two fingers touch my lips. 

“Holy fuck,” I hear Dean exhale as Seth pushes his fingers into my mouth, making me taste myself. I’m lost in a haze of lust, barely able to focus as Dean’s mouth crashes against me as Seth heads south once again.

“Can I…” Roman growls against my ear and I shiver as I nod. His hand slides down my back, over my ass, squeezing the exposed flesh and I moan as finally a long finger slides into the heat between my legs just as Seth’s tongue presses flat against my clit. There are hands and mouths all over me and I’m already starting to spiral. My own hands are occupied with gripping the back of Seth’s head, the other slipping back and forth between Roman and Dean, unable to stay still for long, desperate to feel them both as they adorn me with kisses and teasing strokes.

Roman adds another finger, just as Seth eases my leg over his shoulder, opening me to both of them and the movement causes me to break from Dean’s kiss with a gasp. Roman’s arm around my waist tightens and I hiss as he nips at my neck. 

“Faster or slower?” he murmurs, his fingers mimicking his question before returning to a steady pace that combined with Seth’s mouth and tongue on my clit is moments away from making me unravel completely.

“Just right,” I manage to stammer. “Oh fuck…” My body arches as I feel Seth’s thumb on my clit as he presses wet kisses to my inner thigh.

“Go on,” I feel Dean's warm breath on my cheek. “Take it, we’ve got you.” His fingers are circling my nipples, making me shiver as my head rolls back onto Roman’s shoulder.

“So wet,” I hear Roman murmur. “Fuck, Maddy…”

My breath hitches as Seth’s mouth returns to my clit, steady and firm pressure from his tongue, fingers gripping my thigh, my ass as he pushes me further and further towards an orgasm that’s jointly fueled by the actions of two others. My skin starts to itch, hot, flushed and I can feel the blood rushing in my ears. My hand on Seth’s head tightens, keeping him just so. My legs are starting to go numb and I feel my weight pressing back into Roman, his solid frame rock solid. As is something else.

Pressed against my ass, I can feel the outline of his dick, hard and thick and I can’t help but roll my hips slightly, relishing in how Roman’s teeth nip at my earlobe and Seth’s mouth never even falters. The move doesn’t go unnoticed by Dean, who presses his entire body against my side, his own length and thickness nudging at my hip. His fingers grip my chin as he kisses me, a hand pulling my own from his shoulder and down over his chest, his stomach, his crotch.

A strangled sob echoes through the air and for a second I can’t work out where it comes from. And then I hear Dean whispering, coaxing me softly as my orgasm rips through me and realise the sound came from me. Wave upon wave crashes through me, Seth’s mouth still on my clit, knowing to keep going until I’m weak and exhausted. I can feel Roman’s fingers slipping from me and I want to tell him to keep going but I can’t find the words. But then words don’t matter as he tilts my chin back and my eyes flicker open to hazily watch as he sucks his fingers dry, holding my gaze as he does.

Slowly, the tension that has spasmed through me eases and I take a deep, shaky breath. Seth’s mouth moves to lazily kiss my hips, my stomach as my leg slides from his shoulder. Three pairs of arms circle me, holding me up as I struggle to hold my own weight and I feel momentarily light-headed as the reality of what just happened hits me.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my mind suddenly catching up.

“Good?” Seth mumbles against my mouth and I nod into his kiss. “More?”

I’m acutely aware of my nakedness and how over-dressed the three of them are in comparison. I’m also fully aware that pressed against me in various places are three rock-hard dicks and I swallow thickly at the thought.

“More?” I squeak and Roman chuckles behind me.

“You got three men ready and willing to do whatever you want. If you want more, we’ll give you more.”

“Your terms,” Seth reminds me. “You tell us what you want.”

---

I'll be back soon with the next part...

[lostonehero]

Even more

New mech au

Better Mech chat (aka earth crew damn you Nastya)

Martin: Are you alright Marius you looked really uncomfortable today

Marius: Humans don't have living hair, and it shows.

Raphella: I can fix that.

Marius: no

Tim: what did it even feel like?

Marius: Remember when you burned your hands? The time we got Brian off the sun. It's kind of like that, but the pain doesn't go away. Elias is fine, he's really friendly, I think, but he's strict with the dress code. I really want a hat.

Jonny: I can't believe I feel bad for you.

Ivy: I rather be experimented on than have my nerves tugged on like that for hours. No that wasn't an offer

TS: The Other Jonny Is Werid. I Want To Be His Friend. He Does Not Like Me.

Brian: you offered to show him how your voice was stolen and he nearly fainted.

TS: We Had Fun.

Brian: honestly I think the job isn't bad suspicious as fuck, but none if the stuff really effects me or TS since we aren't human. I think whatever is going on is speciesest so Martin and Tim be careful.

Tim: Duly noted

Martin: that's worrying.

Jonny: I'll keep you safe.

Martin: you say that with such confidence purring in my lap.

Jonny: Martin please.

Raphella: I have more experiments to run, but I will come up with something for you, Martin.

Martin: Please be careful. Things down there are dangerous, and I don't want Elias to catch you.

Raphella: I will stay safe.

Ashes: I don't think I've ever seen her flustered before.

Jonny: bullshit

Marius: No, Ashes is right. I think Raphella just found the blanket you made her.

Martin: oh does she like it I wanted it to match her wings and scales. I'm trying to make one for all of you to match your non human stuff because it's really cool. Ah Tim I just about done with your sleep mask, are you sure you don't want a blanket I know your eyes bother you but everyone else is getting one.

Tim: the sleep mask is fine.

TS: I Get A Blanket?

Martin: yes! I'm making yours a flag that matches your uniform

TS: I Don't Understand This Feeling. I Won't Let Anyone Harm You Friend.

Jonny: huh

Tim: I'm going to bake you something.

Ashes: Can mine have flames?

Martin: I was gonna match your hair but I can fix it to be flames. Oh I can do raining ashes too like your name.

Ashes: I'm going to help Tim in the kitchen.

Jonny: Martin you're breaking them

Brian: you made me a crochet heart.

Martin: I know it doesn't match yours it's a human heart but uh I hope you liked it.

Brian: Martin I would kill for you.

Several people are typing.

.......

Marius knocks softly before hearing Elias to let him in. He stops seeing a taller, pale man made of muscle in a large coat. "Is this a bad time? I can come back."

Elias smiles from his desk. "No, not at all. Marius, this is my husband Peter Lukas his family are major donors to the institute. Peter, this is my new assistant I've been telling you about."

Peter nods and looks the man up and down. "Tall." His voice was soft, and it surprised Marius. "He has a fake arm."

Elias rolls his eyes. "Peter." He sighs and pinches his brow. "I apologize for him. He's a sea captain he just got back from a long voyage."

"Early." Peter huffs.

Marius smiles. "It's quite alright. I know it's a bit off-putting." He rubs his eyes, feeling an odd burning but dismisses it. He must have earth allergies. "It's lovely to meet you. Do you need me to do anything?"

"Yes, there are tunnels under the institute, I will show you. It's quite the hassle, but there is a library under there, and I will need extra hands grabbing a few books." Elias smiles as Marius nods.

[giggly-squiggily]

Returning Pains (Blue Lock)

Heyo! :D Y’all ever dream up a tickle scenario an wake up absolutely needing to put it into existence? That was this fic :D I really love Chigiri- he’s hands down my favorite character of Blue Lock, so this was an absolute delight to write :) I hope y’all like it!

Spoiler warning for Ep. 6-8 of the anime

Just realized I forgot a summary my bad!

Summary: After their match against Team W, Chigiri’s knee starts to ache. Isagi tries to help him out and learns something rather interesting about the redhead.

CW: Light swearing

Isagi stared up at the ceiling of the Blue Lock building, the sounds of his fellow teammates snoring around him. His mind was racing, still hyped from their recent victory against Team W. Sure- it wasn’t a clean win- they ultimately tied thanks to Chigiri, but a win was still a win for him. They survived. They got to keep playing.

He really should sleep- you never knew when the next game would be.

Just close his eyes and…

An arm smacked his face, Guirmu’s loud snores blasting in his ear.

Well, so much for sleep.

Crawling out of his futon, he crept over sleeping bodies and tangled limbs, making his way through the sliding doors into the cool hallway. On his way out, he noticed someone was missing. “I think I might know where they are…”

~~~

“Found you.” Isagi nodded, finding Chigiri before screens replaying their match. “I had a feeling you’d be here.”

“Humans are creatures of habit.” The redhead shrugged, nodding at the space beside him.

Isagi took it without hesitation, getting settled as they watched their most recent match play out before them again and again. “You were incredible out there. I had no idea you could run like that.”

“Heh…thank you. It’s mostly thanks to you.” It was hard to see, but Isagi could make out the faint blush staining his cheeks in the light. “I wouldn’t have…yeah. So thank you.”

“Oh come on- I just yelled at you to move.” Isagi laughed awkwardly, feeling his own face burn. Something about the way Chigiri gave out compliments made him feel…strange. There was something so sincere in his quiet voice- it did funny things to his chest.

He was about to make a joke to lighten the tension when he noticed Chigiri’s pinched expression, the hand resting on his knee tightening some. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah…I haven’t run at full speed like that in awhile. It’s aching.” Chigiri confessed, trying to rub away the throbbing pain. “I’ll be fine- I just need it to calm down.”

“Hmm.” Isagi nodded, eyes thoughtful. “Do you want me to help?”

“Huh?” Chigiri stared at him. Isagi’s face burned once more.

“I mean- I, eh…” He cleared his throat, looking for the right words. “A-Athletes help one another yeah? If I can…do you want me to help you with your leg? I know how to stretch them, and I’m okay with massaging limbs…” The more he talked, the more embarrassed he felt, internally cringing at how long the other gaped. “Sorry, that was probably way too weird- I’ll leave-”

“You…you mean it? Can you help?” Chigiri’s voice froze him mid crouch. Isagi turned to look back at the other, meeting pink eyes. He looked so flustered, tugging at the ends of his red hair. “I wouldn’t mind it…if you’re willing to help.”

“Yeah! Yeah, definitely.” Isagi nodded, shaking off his nerves. Things would only get more uncomfortable if both of them were flustered. “So um…yeah, just go ahead and stretch out your leg…”

~~~

Isagi was sure the entire thing was going to be tense and uncomfortable. Admittedly, it was at first.

He stared down at the leg before him, unsure where exactly to go. Should he just grab his knee? Start at his calf? His mind went blank with panic.

“Isagi? It’s alright, you really don’t have to do this.” Chigiri began, falling quiet as Isagi waved a hand.

“No no, I got this. I want to help, really.” Deciding to just go for it, he placed a hand gently on the other boy’s thigh, just over his knee. He’d start there and figure it out as he went. With a breath, he squeezed lightly.

“Hmm!”

Isagi froze, eyes shooting up in panic. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry.”

Chigiri was stiff, lips pressed thin and hands balled up by his sides. He looked pained. “N-No, no you’re fine.” He grunted, waving him on. “It’s fine.”

Isagi raised an eyebrow before turning back to his task, giving his thigh another gentle squeeze. Again, he felt Chigiri tense up, another muffled sound escaping. He turned to double check that he wasn’t hurting him when-

“Oh…I get it now.” Isagi blinked, seeing a small, wobbly smile on the other’s lips. “You're ticklish.”

“P-Possibly.” Chigiri admitted, blushing with a shy glance. “I’ll do it. Thank you thou-heh!” The redhead yelped out a laugh when Isagi squeezed his thigh a third time, slapping his hands over his mouth with wide eyes. “I-Isagi!”

“Well dang- and here I thought I’d never learn anything about the elusive Chigiri Hyoma.” Isagi grinned as he turned back his friend’s leg. “Okay, I’m gonna be serious now.”

~~~

“Serious” turned out to be harder than Isagi thought. Mainly because no matter what he did, it tickled Chigiri. He tried using the moves the other boy showed him before they began, keeping his touch incredibly light as he dragged his hands against the joint, but even that proved too much to handle for the tittering redhead. Chigiri had resorted to covering his face with his hands, using the sleeves of his sweatshirt to muffle the sound.

“Man, have you always been this ticklish?” Isagi laughed softly, trying a different move that he hoped wouldn’t feel too sensitive. It only ended up making Chigiri double over with a muffled squeak, shoulders shaking. “How did you get through physical therapy like this?”

“B-Bahahahrely!” Chigiri got out through his giggles, trying so hard to fight them down. “It tiiihihhickled theheheen, and it tihihihickles now!”

“Good, must mean I’m doing it right.” Isagi nodded. “I’m doing it right, right?”

“Behehehhesides it tihiihihkcling? Yeahahahah, it hehehehelps.”

Isagi filled with pride. “Good!”

After another minute or so, the brunette stopped, releasing his friend’s leg and watching him curl up, bringing it to his chest protectively. “Heh, cute. Hey, where else are you ticklish?” Isagi reached out, poking his friend in the side to see what would happen.

“Ah! No! Doohohhon’t youd dahahare!” Chigiri snorted, his giggles increasing tenfold as Isagi closed the gap, scooting behind him and tasering his ribs. “Ihihiihihihisahahhaagi, wahahahait! Wehehhehell wahhahahhake everyone uuhuhuhup!”

“Keep your voice down then.” Isagi laughed, crawling his fingers up until they were digging below Chigiri’s armpits, making the other squeal. “They won’t know if you don’t wake them up.”

“Ahahahahhahhsshohoohohohohle!” Chigiri swore, falling back into Isagi’s chest as he laughed himself silly. “Gehehheheht awhahhahahay from thehehheere!”

“Rude! Such a potty mouth for a princess.” Isagi gasped in mock offense, moving his hands to his friend’s belly, delighting in the more frantic cackles he made. “Alright missy, you asked for it! Take that!”

“Ihihihihihisagihiihihihihhi!”

~~~

“These kids…do they ever get any sleep?” Ego shook his head at the screen, watching numbers 44 and 11 goof about. Sighing, he turned off the monitor, heading back to his own bed.

“I suppose I can’t blame them. I couldn’t sleep either after my first goal.” He shook his head with a soft laugh as the door shut behind him, temporarily leaving Blue Lock all behind.

“Be ready, my diamonds in the rough. The next team won’t be easy.”

Thanks for reading!

[sleepingdeath-light]

stardust cookie + face sitting hcs ; 18+

requested by ; 🐜 anon (14/05/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; stardust cookie

outline ; “hello yes hello yeah

can i get uhhhh... stardust.. facesitting.. smut headcanons.. 🤕

like he just, eat reader out like that, is that aloud

but like maybe stardust just randomly suggested it and is like super down for it and reader is kinda a little nervous

fem reader

i confirm that i am over 18

also can i be 🐜 anon?”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, oral (fem receiving), face sitting

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

he was the last person you expected to bring up a topic like this because of how generally inexperienced he is when it comes to sex — hell, you weren’t even sure where he could have learned about it from

so needless to say you were more than a bit startled when your boyfriend turned to you, straight-faced, whilst you were sat reading on the settee and asked if you’d like to try sitting on his face

the question threw you of for very obvious reasons, but stardust cookie took your silence for confusion and elaborated on his reasons for wanting to try it

he loves going down on you, he loves pleasuring you in general, and he’s more than strong enough to hold up your weight — and he wants to see how it would impact your experience as well as his

and you’re still nervous, because this is fully uncharted territory, but he’s insistent

of course he gives you an out, he’s not pressuring you, he’s just making it clear that you shouldn’t be nervous or anxious on his account because he wouldn’t suggest something he didn’t want to do

then, after some more back and forth and the establishing of a safe action (which stardust knew he wouldn’t need to use), you were on your bed, completely nude and hovering over your fully clothed boyfriend’s face

you felt a bit bad for not being able to pleasure him in return, but he brushed it off by assuring you that he didn’t want any pleasure for himself at the moment and he just wanted to eat you out

and then, finally, you lowered yourself down onto his face and tried to let go of your inhibitions as he delivered you to your climax

the first few stripes that he licked along your slit were faint and quick, testing the waters as he looked up at you with those beautiful eyes — gauging your reactions to see what felt best and what to avoid — before he settled into something much more confident and present

damn near pressing you against his face with how tight his grip was on your waist, only allowing you the room to squirm and roll your hips against his mouth as he licked and sucked and kissed his way along and inside of your pussy

licking thick stripes along the length of your sex with the flat of his tongue

thrusting his tongue into your dripping hole and somehow managing to find your g-spit with every penetration — seemingly going off of muscle memory

wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard

or, if his mouth was occupied lower down, bumping the bundle of nerves with his nose as he ate you out

eventually getting so into the moment that he closed his eyes and started to groan and moan against you as he devoured your cunt and greedily, eagerly, drank up all of your juices

one hand slowly migrating upwards from your hips to start playing with your naked breasts — groping, pinching and rolling your nipples and generally doing anything to get you to make more noise

revelling in the way you kept grinding down against his tongue and moaning and pleading for him

complying with your every wish as best he could because, at the end of the day, this was about you more than it was him

so he went faster, went as deep as he could, sucked harder on your clit and sloppily stimulated your sweet pussy until your hands were buried in his soft white hair, pulling it tight as you screamed his name and soaked his mouth and chin

even his eyelashes, just squirting and sobbing and whimpering and moaning like a whore as he tenderly guided you through your orgasm

with a skilful tongue and stunning eyes that drank in your expressions as you trembled and shook and sobbed your way through your overwhelming end

only stopping when you were starting to get too overstimulated — slowly pulling away and kissing each of your thighs before carefully, gingerly, lifting you off of his face and laying you down beside him

keeping an eye on you to ensure that you were recovering safely as he spoke, calm as he usually was, about wanting to do that again soon

and if you were lucid enough to understand him, you’d have agreed

[daddywright]

Thanks so much for 1500 followers, everyone! Holy shit! Proud and pleased to be a choice producer of lawyer brainrot for the fandom at large.

As a treat for the milestone, enjoy a sneak peek at the latest chapter of Pressureverse, still in the works!

“Daddy!" Trucy lurches where she stands, and instead of letting go, her grip on his hand tightens, dragging him with as she stumbles to meet Mr. Wright’s quick pace. The distance between them disappears with unbalanced strides and before he can even flinch, there’s an arm around each of them, crushing them uncomfortably close. He goes stiff in the embrace, mind stuttering at the warmth of Mr. Wright’s wrinkled sweatshirt. His sleep sweatshirt, Apollo thinks blankly. Was he in bed already, when they called? What time is…? “You’re both okay?” Mr. Wright asks, and while it’s not a demand— Mr. Wright never demands, he requests, and lamely at that—his voice is still taut and low. Tense with worry. I’m cold, he doesn’t say, and together, they mumble an assent. But then, a glance over Mr. Wright’s shoulder, meeting one another’s eyes, and Trucy’s blue is dark and dull with the shared lie. “Can’t believe,” Mr. Wright mutters, and his grip on Apollo’s shoulder tightens a hair fraction before he leans back. “I’m sorry this happened.” What for? he wonders. They’re not the ones who got hurt, but maybe it’s…sad? Because something happened, something bad, that’s right— —Red, burbling out of a gaping mouth. Rasping, gravel and bloody froth. "Siren." — Bile rises in his throat, and his fingers sting cold, needle-pricked. He washed his hands clean, but they still feel chilled, almost wet, no matter how many times he rubs them against his jeans. “Pollo.” He blinks, and Mr. Wright’s looking straight at him, jagged brow pinched tight. It makes his forehead look like a heart monitor. It's almost funny, and a chuckle dies unheard in his throat. “I’m fine,” he says. It must come out odd, because Mr. Wright’s face goes serious. But then, a beat, and when he speaks next his voice is strangely light, almost easy. “I know,” Mr. Wright replies. And it’s a relief. If Mr. Wright believes it, then he’s sure it can be true. He can go home, and take a hot shower, and get warm, and then— “C’mon, kids,” Mr. Wright says then, and the hand on his shoulder slips to his back as they’re guided in a gentle about-face. Apollo’s feet move like mindless stumps. “We’re going home." Yeah, he thinks, but his mouth says, “My car—” “Miles’ll drive it,” Mr. Wright interrupts easily, and he blinks, dazed by the image of Mr. Edgeworth crammed into his rusty orange beater.

“Papa’s here?” Mr. Wright huffs fondly under his breath like the question’s adorable, and maybe it is. “He’s checking in with Klavier, but we’ll catch him before we go. He’s just making sure the case gets handed off quick with no bumps.” A half-smile. “Chief Prosecutor, y’know?" He did. Everyone did, because Mr. Wright couldn’t shut up about it. At least it was deserved. The string of thought is somehow calming as Mr. Wright guides them through the maze of backstage halls, a faint balm across tangled nerves. “Don’t I— Don’t I have to give a statement?” he pieces together. “Yeah, but don’t worry about it. You can give it tomorrow.” "But—" “Tomorrow,” Mr. Wright says, firm, and Apollo’s thoughts scatter. But I saw it. I saw him. I heard what he said. It’s not protocol, I should have to— The fingers on his shoulder squeeze gently, grounding him to Earth. “Don’t worry about it,” Mr. Wright says. “Miles is taking care of it, alright? Your testimony can wait. You’re not a suspect.” Aren't I? His mind protests, but with faltering interest. His mind skirts away from thinking on it too deeply, concentration eeling from his grasp. I was at the scene of the crime, wasn’t I? “Let’s go home, Polly,” Trucy whispers, rounding her father and taking his hand. He gives up the last thread of resistance to the touch. He wants it. Home. Not the lonely drive to his place. Not his empty bedroom. But the gunpowder green tea smell of the Wright-Edgeworth apartment. It’s always warm, and he’s freezing, and Pess will curl up in his lap and he can bury himself in her fur and— “Yeah,” he says, and he’s guided out with a Wright at each arm, numb everywhere but for the bright points of heat at his shoulder and wrapped around his fingers.

[c0rpseductor]

the other day i kind of messed something up in my shoulderblade sleeping, and i just kinda took a shower after and was only mildly achy and figured it’d go away on its own before long. just now i stretched that arm in my sleep without thinking and HOLY SHIT it hurt so bad. i immediately started like hyperventilating and ran to go get ibuprofen and i was breathing so fucked up or whatever my vision got all bright like i was gonna faint. im taking another shower to try to get the heat to relax whatever’s fucked up in there. i think it’s kind of a pinched nerve situation maybe it happens to me not infrequently

[haghottie420]

Okay in honor of You Run My Mind, Boy getting 169 hits I'm going to share this scene that I wrote first. Like, this scene has been in my mind since the beginning. Obvs it's not finished and out of context but I'm tickled by it. It will appear later on in the fic. Under cut because for some reason people spam JeffDean shippers :

“I don’t know how this happened.” Jeff says through the cracks of his fingers. With his cell phone shoved against his left ear, he’s sitting heavily at his breakfast bar with his head resting on the marble countertop. The stone feels cool against his cheek and it’s serving to regulate his rapidly increasing temperature. Jeff can feel the reverberation of his helpless statement to Abed, the startlingly quiet audience to Jeff’s current Situation, on his skin.

“The Sandler Effect.” Abed says sagely. Jeff nearly throws his phone across the room but aborts the movement before it can leave his clenched fist.

“The. What.”

“The Sandler Effect.” Abed repeats except now it sounds like he’s chewing.

“Are you eating in the middle of my mid-life bisexuality crisis?”

There’s a loud slurp on the other end of the line. “My buttered noodles wait for no man. Not even you, Jeff Winger.”

“You are making me almost regret not going to Britta.” Jeff pinches the bridge of his nose and heaves a sigh. “Fine. But please explain yourself before I make you.”

Through a mouth full of noodles Abed says, “Ah, regression to season one. You’ve got it bad.” There’s a swallow before he continues. “Adam Sandler, like Craig—” Jeff wonders when the hell Abed started calling him by name. “—has always been around. In one or two blockbusters but as for the rest? They grated audiences’ nerves. Then, BOOM.” Jeff can hear the faint clink of Abed’s dishware shaking as he presumably smacked his table. “Uncut Gems. Suddenly, Sandler isn’t a joke anymore. He’s got Oscar Buzz. The truth is, Sandler was never a bad actor. It just took the right film, the right light, to get audiences to take him seriously.”

“So, Craig is Adam Sandler and I’m…audiences watching Adam Sandler?”

There’s a loud moan that sounds nothing like Abed through the phone.

“As my roommate’s dungeon-friend just put it,” Abed puts on an overtly pornographic affectation. “Yessss.”

“Abed, there’s just one problem in your analogy. Audiences watching Adam Sandler never get to bang Adam Sandler.”

“Not physically but emotionally audiences made sweet sweet love to Adam Sandler.”

Jeff nearly brains himself on his marble countertop. He presses his thumb and index finger to the bridge of his nose.

“Abed,” Jeff starts loudly then, glancing at the wall he shares with Craig’s apartment, begins to whisper. “Listen carefully because I am likely to never say this to you again. I want to physically make love to Craig.” This last bit is whispered, thin walls work both ways.

[dramaticsautee]

The Uncanny Counter and the Uncanned Salsa 

Do you like being bothered by someone who looks like Jesus but weird moans and gasps are it’s only vocabulary? And you’d better believe that weird Jesus look alike is gonna faint any time you do literally anything. Well you’d better be ready because otherwise your inner demons are coming to bother you... same with that infuriating corruption plot! 

You know what wouldn’t bother your inner demons though? This uncanned, fresh salsa- we guarantee you and your inner demons will agree on at least one thing, and it’s the fact that this salsa is freaking good (I hope. At least I thought it was good idk) 

Uncanned Salsa Recipe: 

Ingredients: 

1 tomato, diced

1 handful of cilantro, roughly chopped 

1/8th of a red onion, diced

3 pinches of cumin

1 pinch of salt

1 pinch of pepper 

Instructions: 

Throw all the ingredients into a bowl and stir. Serve with whatever the hell you want. Or just eat it, it’s pretty good (and healthy? and cheap??? for university students? What a steal) 

Overall food score: 9/10 Tomatoes

The Uncanny Counter - My thoughts

So yes, I watched this show, and while I don’t think I can say it was bad, but there were definitely characters that got on our nerves that proooobably weren’t supposed to. Not to mention my favourite character ended up being some random bully who showed up exactly five minutes in every second episode- but that might have been because I thought he looked like Light Yagami who did Youtube reaction channels instead of - you know- killing people. 

(cc: me after realizing I spent 2 hours editing this fake youtube screenshot of this dude reacting to himself beating people up) 

That’s why we call him Yight Lagami- the reverse Light Yagami, who’s pretty pathetic but still overall kinda still an ok dude? I know he literally beats up the disabled but honestly he gets better. Please believe me he actually gets better I’m not delusional- 

Wi-Gen was definitely my least favourite character. She’s that Jesus looking guy I mentioned earlier. Definitely breathes a little too much, I think. And here she is, gasping and falling over... again: 

(cc: Me watching my reading week fly by when I sit in my room and do nothing for the 5th day in a row)

Wigen: breathes

Me: shut up binch-

OVERALL SHOW SCORE: 7/10 Wi gens

November 1-12, 2022

[ultramagicalternate]

ULTRAMagic Chaos Chapter 3

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That day had been a long one for Ealdhelm. He and the arbiters were involved in a city hall meeting all day, at the behest of the leadership of Droomopolis. The Mayor and city council wanted the conflict between the arbiters and the Discordant Gods to end as soon as possible. Normally Ealdhelm would have wrapped up such a bout as soon as possible, but the arbiters were only sixth dimensional while their foes were seventh dimensional. They had a fighting chance, but were locked in a stalemate.

Breaking away from his thoughts, Ealdhelm turned to Waltheof. “What’s the word on Ultimatum’s task?”

“Reports say he’s currently guiding Adelheid and Ulrich here as we speak.”

“What about Discordant Lightning?”

“It would appear he has declined to get involved.”

Ealdhelm rubbed his face as if trying to relax. “At least we have Blood and Gravity. Two out of three will have to do.”

Cyneberht was playing with a deck of cards, shuffling and dealing them out on a table. “Leonard is a wild spirit, so I doubt he would get involved. I did talk to Rahela, our Discordant God of Rubber to be. She’s so close to apotheosis.”

Ealdhelm stroked his dark brown beard. “Leave her to her studies then. Let’s not burden her with this petty conflict.”

“We’ve eliminated four possible sources of support for Wulfric, so at least we have that going for us,” Waltheof pointed out.

“Agreed,” Ealdhelm replied. “Still, it feels like we’re on the ropes. And the recent turmoil in The Iron City doesn’t ease my nerves in the slightest.”

“Well it can’t be all bad, given the actions of Blood-Wraith Raynot.”

Cyneberht chuckled. “Quite the conqueror of adversity for someone so young. He even got Tusk active again. It kind of reminds me of a younger you, Ealdhelm.”

He nodded. “That does alleviate some of my worries. I just wish all of it wasn’t associated with that imbecilic Lich of Old…”

Following a satisfying bridge shuffle, Cyneberht smiled. “I think you’ll be pleased to know that a certain student of yours is here in the city.”

Ealdhelm immediately perked up. “You don’t mean…?”

“Most certainly. I sensed Mr. Willfort enter the realm some time after lunch. Mayhem confirmed my suspicions.”

Straightening out his uniform, Ealdhelm moved for the door. “Well then, let’s go see how Osbeorn and the others are doing.”

In the main hall were Osbeorn and Beorhtric, both regaling the Droomopolis leadership with tales of their past adventures. In truth they were keeping them busy while Ealdhelm was off contemplating his next move. Ealdhelm stepped in and assured the leadership that the rest of the day would be spent coordinating the help they had recruited. This appeared to satisfy the mayor and city council, causing them to return to their posts. Now Ealdhelm just needed the rest of the help to arrive.

“Certainly took your time thinking, aye Ealdhelm?” Osbeorn lightheartedly chided. 

He chuckled and shook his head. “My apologies, Osbeorn.”

Beorhtric sighed. “The drawn out nature of this conflict is worrying me. Thankfully it looks like we have strength in numbers now.”

“Most certainly,” Waltheof concurred. “By the way, where’s Wynstan and Mayhem?” This question was followed by a faint, soft explosion.

“One of the alchemical labs…” Beorhtric answered.

Osbeorn pinched the bridge of his nose. “Source, give me strength…”

“You can’t really fault him,” Cyneberht stated. “He’s practically still a kid after all.”

“True,” Osbeorn replied. “Best to let him get it out of his system now.” He straightened out the desk he had been using only for another explosion to undo it all. He groaned. “It wouldn’t hurt for him to do these experiments outside, however.”

Ealdhelm laughed. “I remember when I was his age. Not as chaotic, but that vigor is enviable.”

Tusk, Razor, and Mizuki were startled by the explosions as they entered city hall. It was quite clear to Tusk that it was most likely Wynstan. As the trio made their way to the main hall, they beheld the arbiters that were present. Each was around seven feet tall and radiated sheer power. Mizuki was already familiar with them, but Razor was in awe.

“Ealdhelm!” Tusk said aloud.

The arbiter’s heart nearly skipped a beat. “Tusk, my boy!” He gave him a big hug.

Razor was a little confused. “Wow, Tusk, you’re acting like you’ve been away from your father or something like that.”

“Well Ealdhelm is my godfather, Razor. Ealdhelm, I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long.”

“Don’t worry, Tusk. I’m just happy you’re safe and sound, especially after that battle with the Lich.”

Waltheof stepped forward and held out his large, roughed up hand. “Welcome back, Tusk. How’s your old man doing?”

“Fantastic, especially since mom’s return” he replied as they shook hands.

“How wonderful,” Cyneberht calmly congratulated. “It’s great to see you again, Tusk.”

“You too, Cyneberht.”

“I see you had a little bit of a scuffle recently, Tusk,” Osbeorn pointed out, indicating the stone arm.

He nodded. “Yeah, things got heated and there was nothing else I could feasibly do.”

Beorhtric sighed again, but then chuckled. “As long as it holds up and gets the job done. Again, welcome back, Tusk.”

“Oh, guys, this here is Mainchín Scully, Magnus’ son,” Tusk said as he brought Razor over.

“TUSK!” Razor looked quite embarrassed.

He chuckled. “Sorry, call him Razor.” The others all laughed.

“Don’t worry, lad,” Ealdhelm said with a pat on Razor’s back. “That is a fine name you’ve been bestowed with.”

Tusk then took the opportunity to introduce Razor to each of the arbiters. Ealdhelm certainly looked like a destroyer, given his handsome face and stoic nature. Waltheof the Shield was a bulky, rugged man who looked like he could withstand the mightiest of attacks. Cyneberht the Cunning was fairly slender and unassuming, but was brimming with charisma and wit. Razor was impressed when he flawlessly executed the ‘pick a card, any card’ trick. Osbeorn the Tempest was a strong looking man and was originally Ealdhelm’s rival who wanted to be the leader of the arbiters. In time he came to respect Ealdhelm, becoming a truly valuable warrior for his comrades. Last was Beorhtric the Stalwart. He was the resident worrywart despite his chiseled appearance, but was also a brilliant strategist and tactician.

“And Wynstan the Storm should be around here somewhere,” Ealdhelm noted.

Tusk then had a realization. “Those explosions were him, weren’t they?” He said with a clever smile. Beorhtric nodded.

“So who’s Wynstan then?” Razor asked. “Since he’s clearly busy…”

“Wynstan is our newest Arbiter, relatively speaking,” Ealdhelm answered. “He hails from a wandering tribe of sellswords from Wulfric’s domain.”

“Speaking of Wulfric, let’s fill Razor in on this stuff” Tusk stated. “And me too while we’re at it.”

The Arbiters of Droom had been holding back the four, primary Discordant Gods of Chaos at bay for the longest time. Ealdhelm explained that Wulfric, the Discordant God of War, had a terrifying dream one night that told him he needed to unite and lead the Cosmos against the threat of the rogue gods. Given that he was a Discordant God of Chaos, he would most likely cause untold havoc for everyone. Wulfric had recruited the Discordant Gods of Desire, Knowledge, and Death to help him. On his own, Wulfric was not a threat. The introduction of Delphine, Kleitos, and Driskoll made everything vastly more complicated, however. It was an immense challenge for the arbiters, resulting in a prolonged stalemate.

Given the chaos Milosh Proch had caused for The Iron City and Shadlowand in The Unlight, things needed to change. Ealdhelm began seeking help. He called out to all warriors and mages, capable and strong. Many showed up, but none could sway the tide of the battle. This changed when several notable entities showed up. Two were forbidden primordials, The Madman of Old and The Automaton of Old. They intimidated Wulfric greatly, allowing the arbiters time to breathe and granting them autonomy in the conflict. ULTRAMagic Ultimatum also showed up. The powerful angel was on par with the Discordant Gods and promised to lend his hand for however long was needed.

Some of the aforementioned warriors had shown up during that explanation. A particularly boastful one with oversized armor stepped up to speak. “A simple task for Sir Gebhard Vestergaard! I shall end this entire conflict tonight!”

Tusk rolled his eyes. “Oh really?”

“Well of course, sapling!” he cried. “In fact, you can head right on home to your forest…”

Osbeorn exhaled, clearly annoyed. “Then how about you put your money where your mouth is, aye Sir Gebhard?”

The knight looked like he had his ego bruised. “Of course, venerable tempest!” he stuttered. "Vestergaard knights, to the domain of War!”

As they marched off, a mage accompanied by several admirers looked as if he was about to start critiquing everyone in the hall. He wore an extravagant cloak, indicating he was in no position to talk. “Oh how I pity those misguided brutes and their foolhardy fervor…” This mage had a high voice, laced with utmost arrogance. “Kleitos shall be begging me for knowledge by the time I'm done with him.” His admirers swooned over this declaration.

A disrespectful cackle rang out through the room. Stepping forward was what appeared to be a living statue of a man with a brutalist aesthetic. “You really think you can topple the master of knowledge like that? Well, you might want to practice first given that you’re one of Milosh’s former lackeys” he said with an unnerving, unfaltering grin. “He wasn’t even recruited by Milosh or Dunja, but by Lia from a rundown alley in The Great Uncity!”

Thoroughly offended, the mage stormed off in a huff. He was followed by his admirers, who gave disrespectful looks to everyone. This was met by laughter from the man as he was not phased in the slightest. A techno-organic robot then stepped forward from his side.

“He makes me a little nervous, Madman.”

“Don’t worry, Automaton. He’ll most likely lose his nerve or go mad in one of Kleitos' libraries.”

Ealdhelm clapped. “Madman, Automaton, excellent timing. Tusk and his allies are lending their help to us.”

The Madman laughed again, but in support this time. “Now these chaps I have confidence in.”

“Ah yes, Mr. Willfort, one of the vanquishers of The Lich of Old” The Automaton stated as he shook hands with him.

“Nice to meet both of you, honorable primordials,” Tusk replied. As The Automaton shook hands with Razor and Mizuki, Tusk turned to The Madman. “The Forest has mentioned you before. Do you think this is that serious of an issue?”

The Madman continued to smile. “Yes and no. Personally I think Lord Ultra, the 13th dimensional warlord, was more of a threat. This, however, has the potential to spiral out of control. You can never be too careful with these kinds of situations. Trust me, I know.”

“Goodness, I hope things don’t get that bad” a female stated. “Vita and my teacher, Drusa, would throw an utter fit.” The woman that stepped forward was strange to say the least. She had sterling, white hair, and metallic, coal-black skin.

“Tusk, this is Spiritus Magni Maxima” Ealdhelm introduced. “She’s here to study the Realm of Chaos and has agreed to lend her help in the fight. Maxima, this is Tusk Willfort and Razor Scully. I’ll trust you already know Mizuki, haha.”

“A pleasure to meet both of you” she said as she shook their hands.

“Likewise,” Tusk replied. “The Forest has mentioned that someone of your pantheon showed up in The Unlight Recently.”

She chuckled. “It’s probably Drusa. She told Vita and Antonia that she’d find her husband or bust.”

“Oh, Maxima, have you seen Mind-Wraith and Void-Wraith?” Cyneberht inquired. “I’m sure Tusk would like to meet them, given their connections to the ULTRAMagic Guild.”

“My apologies, but the darlings had to return to their times yesterday, unfortunately.”

“No worries, I imagine there will be other chances to meet with them” The Automaton pointed out.

Just then, everyone heard enthusiastic and rowdy shouting. “Would that be Wynstan?” Razor asked.

Ealdhelm nodded. “Definitely.”

“Do I even want to know what he created this time?” Osbeorn asked.

“Given that formula for explosive ammunition he acquired from Dragoslava Raynot recently, probably not” Beorhtric pointed out.

“TOP NOTCH, THIS STUFF IS TOP NOTCH!” A scruffy haired man declared as he stood in the doorway from the hall, holding up a beaker full of what looked like gunpowder. He was covered in soot, but looked incredibly excited.

“The best bullets this side of the Realm of Chaos!” Mayhem proudly announced.

“Ah, there you are, Wynstan” Ealdhelm stated, followed by him shaking his head.

Next: Chapter 4

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