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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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Hello! I’m not sure if this has been requested yet. But could I request an Ethan Landry imagine with the prompts 1 & 4. “How could you betray me like that?’’ & “I’m not gonna let you get hurt.’’ Could the reader be Gale and Dewey’s daughter too? Please and thank you!

I've been waiting for a request that could fit this scene idea that I had and this one was perfect!!

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Your eyes welled with tears as the ghostface on detective Bailey’s right took off their mask, revealing the face of your boyfriend.

‘’No,’’ you cried, barely audible.

The ghostface reveals are known to be shocking, but this — you did not see this coming. Ethan had always been sweet, loving and awkward. He was the perfect golden retriever boyfriend. You really thought you had him figured out.

Yet, here he was, black robe on and bloody knife in his hand after stabbing his roommate to an imminent death.

You felt sick to your stomach. This couldn’t be happening.

You were starting to believe that your life was cursed. You were the daughter of two survivors of the original Woodsboro massacre, it would make sense. Cursed by the bloodline.

Would this ever stop? Or were you destined to die by the knife of a masked killer? You were so sick of these fucking ghostfaces. One of them had taken your father’s life last year. Now, your mother was severely injured and one of the killers turned out to be the guy you were in love with? Your father was right — never trust the love interest.

Beside you, Tara was frowning at who she thought was her friend. How could he have done this to Chad?

Sam’s attention shifted to the second ghostface that had yet to reveal himself. Please don’t be Danny, she silently begged. She had gone through this once, she didn’t want to be betrayed the same way again. She would probably go ballistic if the second ghostface revealed to be Danny.

Everyone was on the edge as the remaining ghostface removed their mask.

Quinn.

‘’Hey roomies,’’ she greeted with a smile. ‘’Didn’t see that one coming, did you?’’

‘’Because we thought you died,’’ Tara said, deeply confused.

‘’Yeah, well it was a way to get off the suspects list.’’

Detective Bailey and Quinn went on about how they faked her death, but you weren’t listening. Your attention focussed on the boy who completely shattered your heart.

“How could you betray me like that?’’ you said as a tear slipped down your cheek, looking right at Ethan.

His eyes were filled with guilt and regret, but you didn’t put your guard down. You couldn’t let yourself be fooled by him — not again.

‘’I’m sorry, baby.’’ Ethan’s voice had shifted to the soft one he used with you, dropping the ghostface act. He made a step to you, but before he could reach you, Quinn did and held her knife against your throat.

You gasped and went completely still in Quinn’s hold, your life one move away from ending.

Rage filled Ethan, glaring at his killing partner. ‘’Don’t touch her!’’ he warned, pointing his knife at Quinn. ‘’She has nothing to do with this.’’

‘’Uh-uh. Come any closer and I’ll kill her,’’ the ginger haired girl defied, tightening her hold on your frightened figure.

Quinn’s threat was not an empty one and Ethan knew. She didn’t care about you or your life.

‘’Falling for the enemy. God, you’re such an idiot!’’

You begged Ethan for help with your eyes, the fear in his mirroring yours.

Suddenly, the sound of a gunshot echoed in the theater and you saw Kirby, back on her feet, firing at Quinn. The bullet hit her shoulder and fell back from the impact, just enough to allow you to slip from her grapes and flee with Sam and Tara as Quinn cursed from the pain.

The theater was large, so you separated. Sam took Tara's hand and dragged her in one direction and you took the other. It would have been smart if there weren't three killers, but staying together made you a bigger target. There wasn’t really a smarter plan, they both sucked.

You pushed a door and took a left, hoping to find a room to lock yourself in, but instead ending up in a long hallway that was a deadend. Fuck. If any of the killers found you, you would be doomed.

You leaned against the wall, catching your breath for a short moment as you asked yourself what your mom would do in your situation. She’s Gale Weathers, she’s intelligent and resourceful — she always finds a solution.

During your thinking, a hand covered your mouth.

By elimination, it wasn’t Quinn — she would have stabbed you immediately. It also couldn’t be detective Bailey because all the man could do was use a gun.

Your eyes widened in fear, thinking this was your moment, but instead you heard Ethan’s voice.

‘’It’s me.’’

A sound that should reassure you and make you feel safe instead made fear rise in your chest.

You pushed his hand off you. ‘’Don’t touch me.’’

Your words hurt like a dagger to the heart. You were scared of him.

He raised his hands in surrender. ‘’I know you're scared of me right now—’’

‘’You murdered people, Ethan. You...you stabbed my mom and killed her boyfriend.’’

‘’That wasn't me! It was Quinn,’’ he exclaimed, quickly innocenting himself. ‘’I could never do this to you.’’

His eyes were pleading that you would believe him, but to which extent had he put an act on?

‘’Was any of it real? You and I?’’

Tears filled your eyes again as flashes of the time spent with him hit you. All the nights watching movies cuddled on his bed, the study sessions that turned into making out and the softest smiles he gave you. The intimate moment spent beneath the sheets. Helping him tape his strange knight costume for the Halloween party because it kept falling apart. When he comforted you after the attack at Sam and Tara’s apartment or accompanied you to the hospital when your mom got stabbed numerous times. You had cried into his chest, wrapped in the protection of his strong arms while the doctors were taking care of your mom.

‘’Yes!’’ he affirmed, coming close but you stepped back, making his heart ache. ‘’Everything between us is real, I promise. You're the only good thing in my life I've ever known. The only person I’ve ever loved.’’ He was pouring his heart to you, not caring if he sounded desperate.

There was nothing he wouldn’t do to get your forgiveness. Hell, he would get on his fucking knees and beg if needed.

‘’And I believe that.’’ You put a hand on his face gently, feeling his baby-soft skin. ‘’I love you, Ethan. I love you, but I can't forgive you. You…you killed Anika and Chad.’’

‘’I had to! My dad— He made me do it.’’ Tears filled Ethan’s eyes. ‘’I-I wanted nothing to do with this.’’

He rarely ever evoked his father — or his family. All he had said to you was that he constantly had to fight to gain his father's love and approval because he wasn't the favorite son. Was this why he participated in his father's revenge plan?

Your heart ached for the boy who begged for his father’s attention and love, but it didn’t change anything to the fact that Ethan had killed in cold blood two people who called him a friend.

‘’I’m sorry.’’ Your hand slipped from his face, getting flashes of Anika’s body falling from the ladder and hitting the ground. ‘’You’ve gone too far. I can’t—’’

‘’I’m sorry. For Chad and Anika and all the people I’ve hurt.’’

‘’Sorry is not gonna bring them back.’’

Ethan didn’t say anything. Sometimes, silence is best.

‘’I’m still gonna keep my promise.’’

You drew your eyebrows together. ‘’What promise?’’

‘’To protect you. It doesn’t matter if you hate me, you’re not going down tonight.’’ He rested his forehead against yours, looking right into your eyes as he promised. ‘’I'm not gonna let you get hurt. Ever.’’

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jujumin-translates · 3 months

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★ Main Story | Act 13 - Budding Spring | Chapter 33 - Budding Pink

Towa: …

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

momo has entered the chat.

shiki: Welcome back! Done already?

Iv: how was it?

momo: I’m doing it

Kar: You’re doing IT? lmao

Iv: it ain’t funny when you say it

shiki: What are you doing?

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Kumon: Five minutes until they post the rankings…

Juza: Five minutes, fourteen seconds to be exact.

Muku: Every second that passes feels like an hour…!

Yuki: Chill.

Azami: Are y’all gonna do this every time?

Izumi: They’ll be announcing it on the official page, right?

Kazunari: They should be.

Homare: Now, why don’t you have a cup of tea and take a breather?

Izumi: Thank you so much!

Sakuya: It’s almost time…

Tsuzuru: Oh God…

Itaru: We’ve come this far, so the results are already set in stone.

Citron: We are but ducks sitting in the palm of the hand of fate~.

Tsuzuru: That’s poetic, but also not an actual saying.

Masumi: Are you trying to say we’re at the mercy of fate?

Muku: Ah, it updated!?

Kumon: Huh? What? But my screen’s still blank…!

Itaru: Is the server down?

Chikage: It must be because everyone’s rushing in all at once.

Kazunari: I’m in! MANKAI Company’s…

Juza: 70… 60… 50…

Kumon: Still nothing?

Muku: There’s no way we dropped below 70th, right…?

Tenma: Knock on wood.

Sakuya: 30th! MANKAI Company’s 30th!

Izumi: Really!?

Chikage: We didn’t make it to the top ten, but it’s still quite the improvement from 70th.

Tsuzuru: Thank God… At least we’ve got a fighting chance now.

Itaru: Now we’ve definitely safely passed the baton to Summer Troupe.

Juza: Hyakka ‘n GOD-za moved up the ranks too.

Sakyo: Theater companies with merit must’ve gotten a sizable amount of Theater Votes. If we’re near them, we’re doing good.

Kazunari: That said, that influencer’s new troupe is also in the top 30~.

Juza: We can’t let our guard down.

Izumi: Well, but doesn’t rising up the ranks call for a bit of a celebration…?

Citron: Let us all celebrate together~! Citrun will put on a new comedy snow for you~!

Tsuzuru: Comedy show. Oh, you mean the thing I wrote during my training camp?

Citron: It is just the right thing to show off!

*Doorbell rings*

Manager: I’ll get it.

*Door closes*

Tsuzuru: Helloooo, good afternoon. We’re Citrun.

Citron: I am Tororo.

*Door opens*

Manager: Minagi-san, you have a visitor.

Tsuzuru: Huh?

Towa: Pardon my intrusion!

Izumi: Huh? Towa-kun?

Towa: …Tsuzuru Minagi-sensei!! Please write a script for my theater troupe!! I’m begging you!!

Tsuzuru: Huh? …WHAT!?

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loverontheleft · 7 months

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Don’t Take Me Home (revised)

Original request: oooh maybe car sex with b? perhaps teen!Brendon and you need a place bc both of your houses are occupied so you take this long romantic drive out into the middle of nowhere and just…

Brendon x reader

Warnings: dirty talk and language, car oral and sex.

Word count: 4.9k➡️5.5k

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“Brendon,” you murmur, clinging to his hand with both of yours as you leave the theater. “I don’t wanna go home.” He turns to you and meets your eyes, biting his lip. “Don’t take me home yet.” You’re practically begging now. “It’s a Thursday night, tomorrow is a teacher workday…don’t take me home.”

“But your parents…” Brendon’s hesitating, understandably so, and you squeeze his hand.

“Are at that wedding three hours away, and are staying the night. They got the sitter for Henry for the whole night.” You give him a suggestive smile. “So they won’t know when I get home. But…” and you tug him closer as you get to his car, leaning up against the side so he presses against you. “Home is also not an option. We’d never make it upstairs without the sitter noticing, and the couch is therefore obviously not a viable location for making out.”

“Hmmmm.” Brendon’s face tells you he’s seriously considering your request. “Well, I do want to make out with you.” You nod and tip your head up to kiss under his jaw. He groans and presses against you more. “I really want to make out with you,” he murmurs, his arms tightening around your waist, fingertips brushing the waistband of your skirt. “Damn, I mean…Y/n, I…fuck,” he sighs helplessly.

“What about your house?” You look up at him hopefully, and he shakes his head, pushing a hand through his hair. You can feel the frustration and regret rolling off of him. “Oh wait, your parents are having that dinner party, aren’t they?” He nods, eyes shut. His cock is stirring against you, and you rock your hips, seeking more. You love the pressure, and he leans against you more firmly. “We should at least get in the car,” you tell him, lips moving over his neck again.

“You’re right…get in the car, Angel,” he tells you, moving his hands down your back and over your curves. “Get in the car, please.” He shifts you slightly so he can open your door. “God, get in the car so I can kiss you, darlin.” You slip under his arm and settle into the seat while he crosses around the front of the car and yanks open his door. “Come here.” He beckons you urgently and you clamber over the center console to settle in his lap, your skirt spreading, as he reaches down between his legs and slides his seat back.

“Hi, B,” you giggle, cupping his cheek. He turns his head slightly to kiss your palm before brushing a finger down your jawline to curl under your chin and draw you close. At his touch, you weaken. At his kiss, you melt into him. You can feel his groan rumble through his chest as your tongue teases his; he clutches you closer and you rock against him as he murmurs how much he loves you.

“I love you too,” you tell him. “I love you so much.”

“So much. Let me keep kissing you,” he begs, snaking an arm around your waist and rubbing back against you, matching your movements. He’s urgent now, thrusting up, pressing his cock right where you want him, and the friction against your underwear is incredible; it’s driving you closer and closer to the edge, and you know he’s got to be just as desperate as you are. “I gotta—Angel, please.” The petname sends a thrill through you. You nod, telling him yes, and he freezes. “Yes?” He doesn’t want to sound too hopeful, but you can feel his body tensing under yours.

“Yes,” you repeat. “I want you too. Fuck, I need to come too.” At his stunned silence, you pause and look at him carefully. “Shit. That isn’t what you meant; oh god, Bren—I’m—” and you cover your face with your hands, blushing deeply. The two of you have only been sleeping together for a few months now, and you’re obsessed with the way he can get you worked up with just a single look or touch. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about sex with him all the time.

“Hush, Y/n,” he says softly, kindly, moving your hands and crushing your mouths back together. When you part for air, he stares at you longingly. “That is what I meant—but we can’t—not here.”

You glance around, confused, and he clarifies. “I mean. It’ll have to be here in my car I think…I mean, if you don’t object…we don’t have a lot of options,” and he grins ruefully, nuzzling your nose with his. “…but not here. Not in the movie theater parking lot. We need to go…somewhere else.”

“So take me somewhere else,” you whisper, nuzzling his jawline. “Take me somewhere we can be alone.” He nods and kisses down your neck, hands squeezing your hips and tugging you down against the bulge in his jeans for a brief moment before urging you back into your seat.

“We might be driving for a bit,” Brendon warns you, his hand moving up your skirt and over your thigh. “But I’ll try to be quick.”

“We’ve got nothing but time. Just get me somewhere we can be alone safely,” you tell him, resting your head on his shoulder and shifting slightly so his hand slips between your thighs. He groans and nods, fingers flexing gently. “Need you,” you murmur, resting your hand over his. “Bren, I need you so badly.”

The drive is agony, and you’re both silent; his eyes are fixated on the road while yours are on his face. His thumb is rubbing soft circles over your inner thigh, and you’re subconsciously spreading your legs so he can move his hand higher. You’re both tense, and you know as soon as he parks the car, you’re going to be on top of him. It isn’t long before he pulls off the road and kills the headlights; as he does, you’re unbuckling and scrambling into his lap. “My sweet girl,” he says softly, caressing your cheek. “I love you, you know that—right?” He looks at you seriously, and you nod, nuzzling his palm. “Good,” he whispers. And with that, he leans in to kiss you softly as your hands move to his jeans. Quickly, you unbutton and unzip them so you can reach inside and wrap a hand around his erection. “Fuck,” he groans, letting his head drop back on the headrest. “Your hand, baby; your hand is so good.”

You stroke him firmly and he grunts, hips bucking up to your grasp. “If you think my hand is good, wait til you see what else I have in mind,” you tell him, and he laughs a little desperately, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you in place while he leans to rummage through the glovebox. When he produces a foil packet, you take it eagerly and rip it open, meeting his eyes as you roll it over his hard length. “Need you,” you murmur, rising up above him slightly so you can guide him into you.

“Fuck, Angel,” Brendon groans, fingers flexing against your hips as you sink down and settle into his lap. “You’re my fucking angel; I love you so much.”

“I love you,” you tell him, resting your forehead against his. “I love you too; fuck, you feel so good in me.” You gasp when he moves against you, lips finding yours. “Oh god,” you whisper, clutching his shoulders. “Brendon, I can’t—I can’t like this—” you’re at a loss for words, your thighs burning and back starting to hurt. You look at him helplessly, frustration and discomfort evident.

“It’s okay, we can stop,” he tells you, and you protest, whining and shifting so you’re resting against the steering wheel, telling him to fuck you like this.

“Yeah?” Brendon watches you carefully, staring at your face as you work yourself down against his cock. “Is this okay? Is this better?” You nod, and he leans over to kiss your neck. “My dirty Angel, begging me to fuck her in my car; she’s such a bad girl, but just for me, isn’t she? She’s my bad girl, my best girl. Love her so much.” He’s whispering this against your skin as he nibbles along your neck and collarbone. “My girl gonna come for me?”

“Yeah,” you moan, back arching off of the wheel as you press yourself against him. You’re both fully clothed, with his jeans down just enough and your skirt bunched around your waist. “Yeah, I’m gonna—”

“Be my sweet girl and come for me,” Brendon pleads, hips moving faster now. You close your eyes and nod, clinging to him. “Baby, you gotta—I can’t hold—you feel too good,” he murmurs. “You gotta come first, oh fu—yes, fuck!” His voice drops into a guttural moan as you clench around him, coming hard. “Yes, Y/n, come for me,” he encourages, panting and thrusting urgently.

“Fuck! Brendon, yes, yes, yes!” Your eyes are wide, and you’re moving against him eagerly. “Your…fuck,” you manage. “Your turn.” He bites your shoulder and you feel him pulse with his orgasm, the heat—even with the condom—spreading through you. “Oh god yes, Brendon, yes!” He’s gasping your name as you tug at his hair, both of you moving gracelessly, frantically against each other. “Holy fuck,” you whisper when your pulse evens out. “That was…”

“Yeah,” he agrees, pushing his hair out of his eyes as you can launch yourself forward and kiss him hard. “I love you,” he repeats, your lips moving together tenderly. “I love you so much.”

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“Brendon!” You squeal with laughter as he lifts you off your feet and tosses you over his shoulder outside the bar where he’s just finished a small acoustic set. The rest of his bandmates laugh and turn away, giving you some privacy. “Urie, you’re drunk,” you declare, beating your fists against his back gently. “And I’m drunk. Put me down.” Obligingly, he places you back on your feet and looks at you.

“Are you actually drunk?” Brendon’s examining your face closely. “You know my rule, Y/n.” He wags his finger at you playfully. “No sex if you’re inebriated.”

“Well now I know you’re not drunk,” you shoot back teasingly. “Getting ‘inebriated’ right on the first try.” He laughs and pulls you close, burying his face in your neck, murmuring that he’s high on you, but not drunk. “I’m not either,” you promise, scratching at his back idly. “Definitely tipsy and in love, but not drunk.”

“Yeah? You wanna hang out for a bit more, sober up, then get out of here?” He looks at you suggestively and you nod, wrapping your arms around his waist. “My place is off limits; Shane is hosting game night,” he tells you, and you frown.

“Hannah is doing some Mary Kay party,” you say with frustration evident. “So it sounds like both of our places are off the table.” You’re both visibly frustrated by this, until you see an idea register on his face. “What?” You look at him suspiciously. “You’ve got your thinking face on…”

“Mmmm,” he agrees, kissing your jawline. “Thinking about senior year, when we fucked in my car after the movies.” You blush, and he gives you a teasing look. “You remember, don’t you, Angel? You begged,” and he stresses the word ‘begged’ with relish, “me not to take you home yet. You were desperate for me.”

“I always am,” you murmur, tipping your head back to give his lips more space to roam. “Don’t you know your girl is addicted to you?” He grins, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him. “Shit, you can’t do that,” you warn him. “Feeling you start to get hard like this gets me all worked up, you know that.” He mumbles that he does know that and he likes it. “Tease.” You give him a playful shove, and he bites at your neck in response. “Fuck,” you groan. “You gotta stop, Bren. You’re making me want you more and more, and now I know I can’t have you. We don’t have any place to go.”

He pulls back and gives you a curious look. “Angelbaby, didn’t you hear me say that I was remembering senior year?” You nod, and he grins when he realizes that you clearly aren’t getting it. “We’ve got my car,” he tells you. Your eyes widen. “Yeah. Exactly. We’ve got my car. Give me twenty minutes and a bottle of water, and I’ll be good to get us out of here and somewhere we can be alone.”

After he’s sober enough for both of your liking, he loops an arm around your waist and pulls you close, leading you back out into the parking lot. “Take me somewhere we can be alone,” you tell him, running a finger down his chest. “Want to be someplace private with my man.” He nods and opens your door for you, closing it after you. He settles in the car and inhales sharply when your hand rests over his erection. Without commenting, he puts the car in drive and leaves the parking lot, fingers wrapped tightly around the wheel. “You doing okay there, Urie?” You tease, squeezing lightly. He nods, giving you a quick glance.

“I’m doing great. Thinking about eating out my girlfriend in the backseat of this car, getting her hot cunt all over my face. You?”

“Fuck,” you mumble, letting your head roll back as your fingers trail over his erection. “That wasn’t what I was thinking, but it sure is now.” He grins, telling you to keep thinking about it. “I will,” you promise. “The way you kiss my inner thighs and along my pussy, letting your tongue tease me…” you close your eyes. “Damn…want you between my legs, baby.”

“I want to be there,” he reassures you. “Want to taste my sweet girl as she rubs against my face. Wanna make her come with my fingers and my tongue. Wanna lick her clit and make her squeal, wanna see her lose control from my mouth. Wanna watch her from between her pretty thighs, wanna hold her hips and kiss her all over…”

“Brendon,” you moan, wriggling in your seat. “Need you. Hurry.” He nods and, scanning the road once more, pulls off into a deserted clearing. “This isn’t sketchy at all,” you remark as you climb into the backseat. He laughs as he follows you.

“Do you want me to go back to driving so we can keep loo—oh god.” He cuts himself off when you slide your jeans down your thighs, leaving you in his favorite pink lace underwear. “If you don’t mind, I’m not driving anymore,” he tells you, kneeling between your legs on the backseat.

“You look horribly uncomfortable,” you remark, watching him try to bend down far enough to taste you. “We can reevaluate positions if you need.”

“Yeah,” he groans, rolling his neck. “I love eating you out and that position was going to ruin it. I’m just gonna—” and he slips off the seat so he’s kneeling in the foot space, back against the back of the passenger seat. “Now if you’ll scoot down and—” he beckons you and as you move, he reaches up and spreads your legs while coaxing you forward. “Is this comfortable?” He pushes one of your knees up so it’s parallel to the back of the seat.

“Yeah, I’m fantastic. You?”

“Definitely better. It’s a tight fit, but I’d put up with far worse circumstances to get my tongue in your perfect pussy, Angel.” He grins at you and rubs his thumb over the dark center of your panties. “Right through…damn…” Brendon sighs, and you watch his eyes dilate in pleasure at the mere thought of tasting you. “So wet, Y/n…”

“I am,” you agree in a low voice. “You should do something about it. It is your fault after all.” You grin at him and he laughs appreciatively, pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses to your thigh as he shifts higher onto his knees to get closer and work your underwear down your legs. “This is an interesting change, you being on your knees for me.”

“You make it sound like I don’t—” Brendon starts to protest, clearly insulted at the idea of him not loving to eat you out, and you shake your head quickly.

“No, no—I just mean this position. You’re very generous with your mouth, baby, and I love it—and you. But we’re usually in bed or I’m on top of you. You’re not normally literally on your knees. That’s all.” You tug his hair affectionately and roll your hips towards his mouth.

“That’s better,” he comments with a grin. “Didn’t think you were taking my mouth for granted or anything…but I’d hold out on you if I needed to prove a point.”

You pout, and he laughs. “We both know I wouldn’t last long.” He gives you a teasing lick, letting the tip of his tongue move in a quick circle over your clit. You gasp and your back arches; you tug at his hair and he makes a soft sound of approval, switching to deep, slow strokes while his fingers slide into your heat.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop,” you groan, rocking under him. “Brendon, baby, so good; lick it honey, just—oh god, so fucking good!” His fingers curl while his thumb rubs; his eyes meet yours as he mouths over you, tongue rolling repeatedly against your clit. “Oooooh shit!” The squeal is practically ripped from your body and your eyes snap open wide. “Brendon, yes! Yes yes yes!!” The leg that is parallel to the seat back drops and pins his head between your thighs; he groans, pressing closer and keeping his fingers moving. “Oh god!” Your voice is high and tight, and you’re rocking eagerly against his mouth, holding him in place with your grip in his hair and the pressure of your thighs. “Making me come, oh fuck!”

“Come for me, Angel,” he begs in a muffled voice that sends you over the edge, shrieking and moaning and swearing. “That’s my good girl,” Brendon murmurs when your hips stop moving and your legs part, freeing him. He starts licking your inner thighs idly, watching you with dark eyes. “My Angel knows how much I love her coming on my face. Love tasting you, licking you, sucking you…my best girl.” He places a soft kiss against your hip before crawling up on top of you, propping himself up on his forearms over you.

“Kiss me,” you say softly, craning your neck to reach his mouth. “Need you.” You throw an arm around his back and press him to you; he grunts as his full body weight comes down on you and your legs tighten around his hips. “Any chance of you whipping that cock out and fucking me while we’re back here?”

“You did not just use the phrase ‘whipping that cock out,’ did you?” Brendon looks at you in amusement, body shaking with suppressed laughter. “I cannot take you seriously with those words coming from your perfect mouth.” You blush, and he laughs, catching your lips again. “I will fuck you, but only if you promise to never ask that way again.”

“That’s a more than fair deal,” you agree, before zipping your lips shut. “I got a little carried away, sorry. I was going for ‘desperate,’ but in hindsight, not my most sexy phrasing.” He laughs again and kisses you hard, one hand cupping your face while the other works between your bodies to unzip his jeans. When, together, you’ve worked his jeans down his legs, he grips your thigh and rocks into you slowly. “Oh god,” you moan, closing your eyes. “That feels so good.”

“Yeah,” Brendon groans, face buried in the crook of your neck. “Oh god, yeah. Angel, you feel so fucking good…” He’s moving at a painfully slow pace, and you squirm under him, trying to get more. “Patience,” he chides, lifting your leg higher on his waist so he can fill you. “I’m gonna take care of you, Y/n. You know I’m going to take care of you and make it so good for my girl.”

“Yeah,” you manage, both hands clawing at his back through his shirt. “Yeah, feels so good; Brendon, my god, yes!” His mouth is moving over your neck and the way he’s holding you, keeping your hips tipped up so he can go deep, is sending you closer and closer to the edge with each thrust. “Brendon, baby, you’re gonna make me—oh god, please don’t stop, please, please, please!”

“Yes, Y/n, oh god, your pussy feels so—you feel so—oh fuck, Y/n, I’m gonna come,” Brendon groans, picking up speed and biting desperately at your neck. “Can I come, Angel? Can I come in you?”

“Fuck, please!” You scratch at him desperately, the pleasure you’re feeling evident in every breath and word and movement. You two have only recently made the choice to stop using condoms, and you’re still enthralled every time he asks to come inside you. You can’t get enough of him. “Come, Brendon, come for me. Come in me.” You feel his body shudder against yours; it pushes you over the edge. You let yourself tense around him as your back arches. He groans, and you whimper when he comes. “Yes,” you moan, clinging to him. “Oh fuck, yes!”

“Angelbaby,” Brendon murmurs, breathing hard. “My sweet girl, my good girl, my perfect girl looks so good coming on me…” he’s stroking your hair now, lips pressed to your forehead.

“Brendon,” you whisper, tipping your head back to kiss him. “I love you so much.”

“I love you,” he replies, twisting a lock of hair around his index finger. “I love you so much. Goddamn, I want to marry you.”

You freeze and look at him with wide eyes. “You don’t mean that.” Your voice is soft, and he raises an eyebrow in amusement, though you can see the nervousness reflected in his own eyes. You pause. “Do you mean that?”

“Yes,” Brendon tells you without hesitation, his voice steady. “Yes, I mean it. I—but this isn’t me asking—I’ll do it better, my love; I’ll make it so romantic and special for you, and I’ll—dammit, I’ll have a ring too. Fuck, I’ve ruined everything by saying something now—ah, shit Y/n, I’m so sorry; you deserve—”

“Yes,” you murmur, kissing him. “Yes. Yes, Brendon. Yes.” His face lights up, and he takes you in his arms, peppering your face in soft kisses, laughing when you squeal in pleasure. “Yes, I will marry you!”

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“Y/n Y/m/n Urie, your husband needs you!” Brendon’s voice rings through your bedroom, and you shake your head with a laugh, heading for his closet. “Hi, Angel,” he purrs, opening his arms for you to step into his embrace. “You look gorgeous. Love this dress on you. Will you pick out a jacket for me?”

You both look at the pile of clothes on the floor. “B,” you say with a smile. “You are thirty-four years old and what’s more, you manage to pick out clothes for and dress our children every day. You can’t pick out your own jacket?”

“I just want to look good,” he grumbles playfully, swinging your entangled hands back and forth. “Throwing my Angel a birthday party tonight, and I just want to look good enough to be on her arm.”

“You’re sweet, Brendon,” you murmur, hugging him. “You know you’ll look good in anything.” He looks at you expectantly and you smile, bending down and selecting a black jacket with metallic detailing. “This one. This will look good with my dress.”

“I hope you know I don’t mean to make it about me,” Brendon murmurs in your ear as he slips his arms into the jacket. “I just—” but you silence him with a kiss.

“It’s all good, B,” you assure him, kissing his neck and pushing him back against the wall of the closet. He groans and rolls his head back, letting you step closer so you can keep working your lips up his neck and behind his ear. “Want you to be comfortable. Want the photos to look good—know we’re gonna be taking photos, so…” you nip behind his ear and let your hand slide down between his legs; you grin when he grunts and rocks forward into your palm.

“Angel, don’t tease me right now,” Brendon pleads, wrapping an arm around your waist and rubbing himself against your hand. “You know I want you.”

“And I want you,” you retort playfully, flexing your fingers. “You want me to drop to my knees and take care of you the way we both want?”

“That,” Brendon manages in a strained voice, “sounds more like a birthday present for me. Today is your birthday.”

“True,” you murmur, nibbling at his earlobe. “But neither of us have ever needed a birthday in order to get the other on their knees.” Brendon laughs appreciatively, and you think you may have won and are moments away from talking your husband out of his pants, but instead, his hand comes up and tangles in your hair.

“We can’t be late, Angel,” Brendon whispers, and you can hear the regret in his voice. Instead of pushing him, you slip out of his grasp and coax him to the door, curling a finger as you linger in the doorway. Without hesitation, he follows you, all the way out to the driveway.

“Does it ever amaze you that we’ve been wanting each other for seventeen years?” You look at him with a sweet smile once you’re both settled in the car. “We started dating the night before my seventeenth birthday. And here we are now.” You rest your hand on his thigh, squeezing lightly.

“Here we are now,” Brendon agrees, moving your hand higher. “Married with two beautiful children; meanwhile you don’t look a day over twenty-two.” You laugh and thank him for making you old enough to drink; when he kisses you, you palm his dick through his pants gently, rolling your hand to hold him in place while still driving him wild. He wraps a hand around your wrist to keep your hand against him. “God, you get me so hard,” Brendon groans after a minute, and you flex your fingers. “Fuck, Y/n, teasing me so good…”

“Me? Tease? Never. But my husband is so hard for me…really I’m just teasing myself…” you moan and squeeze his erection. “Seventeen years with you and fucking you, and I’m still insatiable.”

“Like I mind,” Brendon says, watching you through heavy eyes. “Wanna fuck my Angel good for her birthday…” you both glance ahead of you, gauging the distance to the venue and then at the digital display clock. “I think we have time,” he tells you. “I’m gonna pull over now.” Brendon guides the car off the main road, into a shopping center and parks behind one of the stores, positioning the car behind a loading dock.

You smirk at him and open your door so you can crawl into the backseat. “You’re bad, Urie,” you tell him.

“You love it,” he shoots back, following you. “Now, I want that dress up, the panties down, and you should brace yourself against the window.” You obey and put a hand flat against the window, raising your hips in offering to him. “That’s my good girl,” Brendon murmurs as he rocks into you from behind. “Seventeen years together, so she knows exactly how she likes me to fuck her. Such a good girl, my Angel. But she’s my dirty girl too, isn’t she? Look at her, on her knees in the back of this car, showing me her wet pussy, spreading herself with two fingers, showing me exactly where she wants my cock. Yes, honey, yes, you know I’m gonna give you my cock,” Brendon groans as he starts moving slowly.

“Brendon!” You yelp his name, and he spanks you gently. You give a small squeal of pleasure at the contact and push back for more; he obliges and moves faster, moaning your name as he works. Carefully, you move your other hand to the window so you can fully brace yourself against the glass. You spread your knees slightly so you’re more stable on the cushion of the backseat; Brendon shifts with you and just the feeling of his hands on your hips as he thrusts into you hard is overwhelming your senses. “Yes, Brendon, yes!” Your voice breaks with pleasure and he moans, kissing your neck and digging his fingers into your hips.

“My - Angel - gets - fucked - good - for - her - birth - day,” he pants, filling you fast and hard with one hand moving to rub your clit while the other wraps your hair around his fist, tugging gently and making you moan louder than you have yet. “That’s right,” he murmurs in your ear. “Let me hear how much you love getting fucked in our car like we’re still horny teenagers. Desperate for each other, can’t keep our hands off each other; just want to fuck you til we both collapse—you like that, Angel? You gonna come on your husband’s hard cock?”

“Brendon! Love it, love you, love your cock, oh fuck fuck fuck! Brendon, make me come!” You’re gasping and moaning and bucking back against him, head tipped back so he can hear you clearly. “Fuck me, make me come!”

“My Angel wants to come all over my cock?”

“Please!” You’re whimpering now and he bites your neck lightly, making you squeal and tighten around him as he thrusts hard.

“Good girl, begging for it. Come,” Brendon tells you, doubling his pace before bending over you and resting his hand on the window to keep himself upright. “Oh fuck, Y/n, I’m gonna come, gonna make me come!”

“Ooooh shit!” Your words come out high and loud, and you push back onto him as you come. “Oh fuck shit Brendon yes fuck fuck fuck!”

“Angel, fu—” Brendon just manages his pet name for you before his body tenses over you and you feel him come, fast and hot. “Yes, fuck yes…”

Both of you are breathing hard and trying to steady yourselves when he pulls back and out of you. “Fuck,” you say with a breathless laugh as you turn around and curl into him. “The car has changed, but we have not.” He laughs too, dropping a hand down to fix your hair. “Do we have napkins or anything? We have to go be polite and civilized and appropriate at this party, don’t we? And I’m fucking soaked and have your cum dripping out of me. God.”

Brendon groans, settling into the seat beside you and running a hand through his own hair before he guides his pants back up into place. “Fuck, you’re so damn sexy. I think there’s a pack of tissues in the glove compartment. I’ll check.” Leaning forward now, Brendon rummages through the glove box and center console, finally producing a few napkins. “Here we are. But I’ll be honest, the thought of you wet and dripping with us all night is not a bad one,” he says with a laugh. “Just think about it; the two of us slow-dancing, my hand pressed to the small of your back, mouth dipping down to your ear to ask if you’re still wet for me. We both know you will be.” You whine and swipe between your legs before tugging your panties up into place.

“You’re being a tease,” you tell him, pushing your dress down before resting your head on his shoulder.

“Maybe a bit. Should I be sorry?”

“No, probably not.” you smile up at him, snuggling into his chest as he drapes an arm around you. “We broke tradition,” you point out, tracing hearts on his pant leg. He gives you a curious look, and you smirk. “We always fucked in the car after whatever we were at because we couldn’t or didn’t want to go home.”

“Oh no,” Brendon says in mock horror, grinning a little. He pulls out his phone and sends a quick text and when he catches your inquisitive look, he laughs. “I just asked Steph to stay later with the kids.” You raise an eyebrow, and Brendon squeezes your thigh affectionately. “I asked because it sounds like I’ll have to fuck my perfect wife in the car again before we get home to our beautiful children. My life is so hard, clearly.” He gives you a faux-longsuffering expression, making you laugh.

“Mmmm, your life is hard,” you agree, kissing his cheek and palming him through his pants. “Just make sure that when we leave this party, your cock is too.”

#brendon urie #brendon urie smut #brendon urie imagine #brendon x reader #my work #he could fuck me any way he wanted #fanfic #imagine #brendon urie fanfiction #panic! at the disco

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crimsonnsstuff · 8 months

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Destroy me

TW: eating out, dom!Xavier, degrading, fingering

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“ Please, baby”

You and your boyfriend were at the movie theaters. Xavier was begging to go home, as you were running your hand up and down his thigh. He was extremely needy for you. You went a few minutes ignoring him.

“Baby, I need you”

you finally snap. You lightly smack him across the face. You grab his face and force him to look at you, making him pucker his lips.

“Whine one more time ,Thorpe. You do and you won’t get anything.”

You say through your teeth. There were only 3 other people in the theater. You and him were sitting in the far back row.

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You open the door to your dorm and run to your bed. He stands in front of you. You grab him my his hair and pull him down to your level, kissing him deeply. He groans on your lips as you pulled his hair, knowing it was a turn off. Xavier tugs on your shirt, signaling to take it off.

“Who said you where in charge?”

You grab his shoulders and push him onto the bed. You take off your shirt and pants. You finally get to your bra and underwear. You look your finger around your waistband. Xavier looks at you in awe. You stop.

Y/ns pov

“Hm, I don’t know. Should I take these off”

he nods. I take them off and kick them to the side. I kick my legs over him, straddling him. I start to grind on his clothed cock.

“Hey, uhm, y/n”

“Yes?”

“Do you think maybe I can..take control tonight?” He asks nervously. I smile and nod.

He smiles back. I continue grinding on his clothes member.

“Sit on my face.” He says. I look at him with a shocked look.

“W..what..?”

“Did I stutter.”

I can tell Xavier has been holding this in forever. He lays down on the bed, waiting for me to sit on his face. I go onto the bed, hovering above his face.

“Sit, slut.” He says. Chills run up my spine at his words.

I sit down, still kind of hovering.

“What the fuck did I say” he growls through his teeth. He pulls me down onto his face.

He licks a strip up my whole and to my clit. He starts flicking his tongue over my clit multiple times. He then starts to eat me out, like it was his last meal ever.

I grab onto the headboard like my life depended on it. I buck my hips trying to get away from his touch. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me back down.

“Deal with it, whore”

He starts to suck on my clit. I pull back and succeed at getting away from his tongue. Not like i didn’t want him to eat me out. He was just to good.

I sit on the other end of the bed. He gets up and crawls over to me

“You really think you can fucking do that?”

I close my legs, tight. He pulls them apart and dives back in. My eyes roll back.

“Oh my fucking god!” I yell.

“That’s right. Be loud for me”

He takes his mouth away and starts to rub on my clit.

“Open” he says.

I open my mouth and he shoved his fingers into my mouth. He pulls them out and shove them into me, going painfully slow.

“Fuck! Xavier, please go faster, I can’t do this anymore!! Go as rough and hard as you can. Destroy my pussy!” I yell

He looks up at me and smiles. He goes rough and fast. I yell in pleasure as his other hand still circles my clit, extremely fast. That sent me over the edge.

“I’m close.” I say panting. He puts his mouth back down onto my cunt. He sees a drop of my pre cum drilling down my pussy. He takes his fingers and shoved it back in.

He starts to tounge fuck me.

“Im cumming!” I squeal. I open my eyes and see Xavier in between your my legs. His face was soaked in my juices. He looks down and sees a puddle on my sheets. He gets up.

“I think I need to clean this up” he says sarcastically.

“Sorry.” You say, laughing.

#xavier thorpe #Wednesday #smut

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skzimagines · 1 year

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Part 14

Characters: Hyunjin x Female reader | Leeknow x female reader | all of Skz | y/n’s friend Ash. |

Genre: obsessive!Hyunjin | Polyamory!relationship |

Summary: After Hyunjin comes up with the plan, things go on as normal between the three, until the rest of the group catches up, growing suspicious. How will they tell the group?

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“We really need to figure out a room situation, because I’m not doing this again, I’m too old.” Minho groans, sitting up from laying on the couch.

The three of us camped out in the living room last night after our conversation. It was the first night all three of us slept together. It was awkward at first, given the past issues and all, but once we warmed up and started talking, it actually turned into a good night. We all ended up on the couch cuddling watching a movie, before we all fell asleep.

“You’re not old, shut up.” I say, smacking his leg with a chuckle. “Yes he is.” Hyunjin groans while stretching. Hyunjin sits up next to me and kisses my cheek, causing a blush to form across my face. “Morning my beautiful girl.” He whispers in my ear, wrapping his arm around me. He sticks his fingers into my side, causing my body to jolt back and I laugh. “Oh god, please don’t.” I beg through my laughter and he continues to tickle me. I scream with a laugh as he gets on top of me and hold down my arms above my head. He brings his face close to mine. “I love you..” he whispers before pressing a kiss against my lips. I smile into it. “I love you too hyunjin.” I say as he pulls away.

We heard Minho clear his throat and we both sit up to face him. “I’m going to make breakfast, do you guys want some?” Minho asks, throwing the blanket off of himself and standing up. We both agree and Minho begins to walk toward the kitchen. I quickly grab his arm, pulling him back to us. “Wait..” I say. He comes back, sitting down next to us. I move closer to him, wrapping my arm around his shoulders, using my other hand to guide his face towards mine. “You love me too right?” I whisper, giving him an innocent look. “Of course I do.” He whispers back. He places his hand on my cheek, pulling me in. Our lips land on one another’s, and it feels like sparks are flying off the both of us. He grabs my waist, pulling me closer to him. I climb on top of him, straddling his waist. I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. We both moan into each others mouths. I pull away to catch my breath, I rub his hair out of his face, rubbing my finger down the side of his cheek. “You’re so beautiful….” I whisper. “No, sweetie.. that’s all you.” He whispers back. “Now, let me go make you some food.” He smiles. Flipping me over and laying me on the bed, he leans over, planting a kiss to my temple before walking into the kitchen. I lay there smiling, biting on my fingernail. “You’re acting like a giddy school girl.” Hyunjin chuckles, coming closer to me, laying his head on my chest and wrapping his arm around my stomach. I sigh, rubbing my hand through his hair. “You can’t love him more than me.” He whispers with a chuckle. I sit up, causing his head to fall and he sits up with me. I grab his face in my hands, setting my forehead against his. “I’ll never love anything more than you my jinnie.” I whisper. A shy smile spreads across his face.

•

Minho makes breakfast for everyone, we’re all sat around the big dinning room table, sharing a meal. Talking about what we were going to do for the day. I’m sat in the middle of Hyunjin and Minho, of course. “So what’s the plan for today?” Jeongin asks, shoving an entire piece of bacon in to his mouth. “Well, there is a movie theater about thirty minutes from here… we could all go see a movie?” Chan says. We all agree, saying that it sounds like a great idea. Giving us some time to relax and finally enjoy each others company, and finish our breakfast. “The baby of the group gets to pick what movie we see.” Ash says, taking everyone’s plates to the sink. Jeongin shouts a loud “yes!” And whips out his phone to look up what movies are playing. He searches for a few minutes, before finding a horror movie playing tonight. “This is the one.” He says excitedly. Everyone agrees, excited for tonight.

•

“I’m not going, I’m staying in bed.” Minho says, throwing himself on to the bed in our shared bedroom. I say ours because we still haven’t figured out the room situation, to be able to stay with Hyunjin, yet. I’m currently standing in front of the mirror hanging up in our room, finishing up my makeup. “Oh no.. you are coming.” I say, looking over my shoulder at him. “I need you there, I’m not good with horror movies.” I say with a chuckle. I smirk plays across his face. “You’ll be alright, you’ve got Hyunjin.” He says teasingly. I scoff. “I love hyunjin, with every ounce of my heart.” I say, looking at him through the mirror. “But.. I feel safer when you’re around.” I say quietly, blushing at my own words. I see him smile at me through the mirror as he gets out of bed, walking up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my should. “I’ll always make you feel safe.” He whispers, before planting a sweet and gentle kiss to my neck. His hands slide underneath the bottom of shirt, rubbing his fingers lightly across my stomach, tickling me slightly, causing me to move back into him. “Minho.. we’re not supposed to do anything without Hyunjin..” I whisper as he continues to kiss up and down my neck. He takes a breathe before attaching his lips and pulling my skin between his lips, sucking a red and purple bruise into my neck. “He does have to know..” he whispers after pulling away. His hand slowly makes its way down the front of my pants. His fingers rubbing slow circles over my clothed core. “Minho.. he’ll be mad.. We- we shouldn’t.” I softly moan out. He chuckled and continues rubbing. “He won’t even know baby, as long as you keep your pretty mouth shut.” He whispers into my ear. I’m quiet as he continues to rub me through my sweat pants. I feel a tingle in my stomach, telling me I’m close. I begin to rut my hips against his hand. “Cum for me sweetheart.” He whispers, rubbing faster. His words send me over the edge, I cum. Leaning against the wall for support as my knee shake with pleasure. “That’s it baby, you’re such a good girl.” He whispers, brushing my hair away from my face.

“Guys let’s go! We’re leaving!” We hear Felix yell from downstairs.

•

After a short drive, we make it to the movie theater. We’re waiting in line to buy our tickets and snack. When Hyunjin comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “Mmm.. my princess.” He breathes into my ear. A blush forms on my checks. I reach behind me, playing with his hair. “Sit next to me?” I ask, turning around to face him. He smiles, moving my hair to the side. His smile quickly fades, to which I notice. “What’s wrong?” I ask. He brings his hand up, rubbing his fingers on the side of my neck. My heart skips a beat, remembering that Minho had been kissing me there earlier. “What is this?” He asks sternly. “Jinnie.. We didn’t.. we didn’t fuck.” I whisper. “I told you not to do anything without me y/n..” he angrily whispers back. “I’m.. I’m sorry hyunjin.. let’s just please have a good night. Yeah?” I say, squeezing his hands into mine, trying to calm his nerves.

“We’ll have a good time here… but you are in so much trouble when we get home. You understand?” He says.

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Part 15

Tag list: @greysweaters-blog @mimihwang248 @armystay89 @berryberrytan @multeciahucho @poetrycassie @s4torii444 @nobody3210 @straykids5star @mabysblog

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i-smoke-chapstick · 2 months

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HELLO WORKAHOLICS WRITER?!1?11 PLEASE SOME BLAKE HENDERSON FLUFF I BEG I’m torn between making out with him and playing with his hair TY!! ☺️

‘RED WINE SUPERNOVA,

-BLAKE HENDERSON X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; blake general fluff hcs <3

⋆ tags/warnings. Blake Henderson x female reader. PURE FLUFF <3 This song is SO him, thank god for chappell roan!! making out, playing with his hair (ofc), canon typical drug talk, some vague spicyness. anons i love u pleaseplspls keep sending these requests in im FLOORRRREEDDDD

♫ “I don't care that you're a stoner / Put her canine teeth in the side of my neck / Okay, maybe it's a twin bed, and some roommates.” Red Wine Supernova by Chappell Roan

He is such a BABE

I know I mentioned pet names before, but this man NEVER stops. Ever. There is a never ending list of all the sweet things that come out of this guys mouth. We see him through almost every single season say the word “sweetheart” at least once. It’s his favorite.

And of course, the obligatory “my love,” and “dude” and “brajette” he says 24/7

Getting the craziest stupidest texts with all the ideas he comes up with. Having to talk him down, or if you wanna stir the pot, go ahead and encourage him.

“Babe, you won’t believe the idea I had today. What if we opened a petting zoo, but for people? Like, you pay to come and pet really nice people.”

“Blake, No-“

LOTS of physical affection. Especially showing off infront of the guys. He’s got a girlfriend (probably his first…) and he is in LOVE. He wants to scream it from the rooftops. Besides, out of all the guys, he might be the most insecure deep down. Que his hands wrapped around your waist ALL the time, or hugs from behind. Tackles you with kisses.

Insists on being incredibly chivalrous. Type of guy to run up to any door you need to open JUST so he can open it up for you first. Or, if you and the boys are out on the roof, he’s keeping an arm secured tightly around you. Just so you don’t fall.

Also insists on dragging you along with him everywhere he goes.

Get’s really nervous and excited whenever you reciprocate the affection, but he melts right into it. Seeing you wearing his clothes gives him a heart attack /pos

He’s just so caring. Type of boyfriend to check in on you, make sure you’re eating. He’ll give you a high-five if you eat a taco in two bites, incredibly impressed and just wowed by you. You have his utmost support in everything you do.

The dominant energy and he’s a golden retriever boyfriend LAWD

Him getting reallllll back into theater, wanting to act out some monologues. Attempting to read off Romeo and Juliet, butchering the old english. He’ll have you hold whatever script he’s got, wanting you to check his lines and prompt him.

Talking about dreams with eachother. Getting highly philosophical while he paints your nails, both of you high off your asses. Listening to whatever music CD you two play.

“You know, I think I missed my true calling as a nail artist.” When he’s done, admiring his handiwork.

He just loves DOING things with you. You guys will need to get Der’s to drive you out somewhere, and he’ll take you to a nature park or arcade with the boys. Or if it’s a one on one date thingy, he’ll try his absolute best to cook a frozen pizza. When he inevitably burns it, he’ll take you late night snack shopping and push you around in the cart.

Would love to have you in his WoW guild <3 He’s such a giant nerd ahhh

You’re the ONLY person he lets touch his hair. Anyone else he immediately gets defensive with. But with you? Oh my god, he feels honored. And it feels good. Especially when you snake your hand through his curls while you two are sneaking kisses at some strangers house party.

Speaking of kisses…

Ultimate neck-kisser. That one scene, when he’s with the girl in the pool, and he flips her around kinda roughly so he can kiss her neck? Yeah, it’s those small slight acts of dominance that come out when he knows you’re comfortable with him and just as horny as he is.

The heavy breathing, the way he clings to you. He just can’t keep his hands off of you. One on your face, one on your waist, letting you climb into his lap. When he notices it’s getting real hot and heavy, he’ll flip you over so he’s on top ;)

Those little high-pitched moans he lets out with no shame. The little soft utterances of “Oh god,” and “Damn, you’re so fucking hot. Like, crazy hot.” Quickly muttered between open mouthed kisses he plants on you <3

Mmm the french kissing, the shotgunning smoke out of his mouth while he holds you’re chin, his sharp little canines brushing up against your neck when he bites down softly.

You know that little meme thats like, “If I was a worm, would you still love me?”

If you turned into a worm he’d build you a little sanctuary and take care of you everyday.

#x reader #blake henderson #blake henderson x reader #workaholics tv #workaholics #workaholics x reader #blake anderson x reader #blake anderson #workaholics blurbs #fluff #comedy central #headcanons

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hekateinhell · 4 months

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Lestat pov ddg and knifeplay pt 2 please!!! <3

Anything for you! 🥹

Here's what I have for knifeplay pt 2 (this is pt 1):

Never, in all his years, has Armand ever seen another immortal in such a delirious state of ecstasy that was not induced through the swoon as Lestat is now.

He listens, taking great care to maintain a separation of his senses. Drags his finger over the concave beneath Lestat’s eye—the same one that had been taken from him and then restored—gathering up the fluid there and licking it off his fingertip. Permitting himself a single suck to ensure no residue was left behind.

Of course Lestat’s tears would taste as sweet as the rest of him.

Fascinating as ever to bear witness to emotions and sensations taking form in the minds of others, especially one Armand loved and valued such as him.

The echo of their willing victim’s shallow breaths swirl in the air to meld with the wet sounds of Louis slicing into Lestat’s immaculate flesh with the loving precision that a butcher bestows on his most prized cut of meat fit for a royal feast. Lestat’s thoughts had become less pronounced until they lost shape entirely, falling apart some time ago like a poorly constructed dress on a mannequin, tattered scraps held together by nothing but rusted pins and hope. Distorted without word or sound, mindless flashes of color and static, the useless dreams of a beast who does not realize it can dream. His grey eyes fixed open, glassy but bright, tinted with a reddish film reminiscent of something violently killed until enough tears have amassed that they spill over, permitting the cleansing cycle to start anew.

“You do so well, Lestat, so beautiful,” Armand murmurs praise into his ear, caressing the spot where his hairline meets his temple, the blood sweat staining the white-blond baby hairs. It is for Louis’s benefit that he speaks at all, seeing as Lestat is well past hearing either of them through any means.

For now Armand is content to speculate and facilitate, dipping his hands in and out of each wound to coat his fingers a warm and sticky crimson, the liquid seeping underneath his nails, greedy and wretched as a gluttonous child left unattended in a candy shop.

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I hope to have it finished sometime this summer! ♥️ I'll slide Lestat POV DDG under the cut!

Lestat’s sophomore year—she’s had more than enough first days of school at this point—and yet somehow the anxiety in her stomach never goes away. She’s already anticipating the frustration, the tears, the begging Nicki to help with her papers because flunking a class would mean losing her scholarship to the theater program.

And Nicki has being so irritable with her lately, “Just go to the fucking tutoring center yourself, Lestat! Even you aren’t that dumb” she would snap, storming away, leaving Lestat staring numbly at the screen, unable to translate the thoughts in her head into words on the page in a way that made sense to her or anybody.

I’m not dumb...

“Lestat!” Eleni yells, waving as she bounds up the short steps outside of the liberal arts building. “What’s wrong with you?” She’s still catching her breath, god knows Eleni’s never been anywhere on time a day in her life.

“Nothing,” Lestat lies, shaking her head and taking one last hit of her vape, tilting her head back to blow a strawberry-scent cloud into the air.

Eleni narrows her eyes, but she doesn’t say anything. She’s met Nicki. She knows. That’s the shame of it, isn't it? Everyone knows.

And how had this happened? Was there truly nothing to spare the daughter the fate of the mother? How could Lestat not see it coming when she’d grown up knowing the warning signs before she even knew her ABCs and 123s?

“Come on,” Eleni puts her hand on Lestat’s arm like she’s guiding a lost child—her touch that careful, her tone that gentle.

Nicki aside, Eleni was her closest friend. Truth be told, Lestat didn’t have many friends. More acquaintances than she could care to remember, much less name.

Try as she might, she had never really stopped being the gangly little girl curled up in the corner with a book she couldn’t read, staring at the pictures until she saw spots dancing and her vision blurred, pretending she hadn’t even wanted to play with the other kids anyway. Who wanted to be friends with the kid with ratty hair and torn up clothes, eight-years-old and still unable to read because none of the adults in her life gave a fuck? Nobody wants you… Why should we?

Except Eleni had. Nicki had.

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And that's as far as I got before I realized the story needed to go back to Armand's pov! Not that I wasn't happy with it or anything, but it was just starting to tell an entirely different story than the one that I wanted to!

#don't judge me if there are typos lol this is all raw and unedited babes!!#ask game!#armand/lestat/louis #lestat in general LMAO #vc

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ashironie · 4 months

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tmagp ep 15/ may 7

NORRIS CASE!!!!

also “Hunt (aristocratic)” tf???

ahhh shit please say that i’ll be able to understand them

ohhhhooohhhh sam?

the theater?

ah shit celia

the what man?

i need subtitles…

Alice, my love

So supportive, i love her

awwweee why noooot???

shit forgor that celia literally has a child

Alice is such a girlfail

Now where’s Gwen

voice case? neat

the most dangerous game core

pre-captured game is bullshit

i’m assuming that’s what he’s talking about

love the music here

The Matriarch

i want to climb her

like i’m total anti gun, but i’d let her hit

i’d gag if i saw her too

wait that little guitar? i thought it was something around before i realized it was the ep… that’s so cool

“you don’t forget that sound”

god… in her fifties…

oh my god…

this is so fucking cool

i knew alex wrote this

WAIT?

smash

…

GWEN…

GWEN WHEN I SAID SMASH I DIDNT MEAN SMASH OUR SKULL

“your not allowed to be in here” gwen i beg, please i beg

GWEN RIGHT NOW YOU ARE PLAYING A DANGEROUS ASS GAME

OH MY GOD THE CHESHAR BOUCHARDS????? LIKE THE CAT???

WAIT WAS THIS ALL IN THE CASE???? OR AFTER???

MOSH PIT

alice i love her

damn

7 more?

oh i am SO scared for her brother

awwww they have the same kinda humor :7

oh?

Celia?

the fuck…?

are you caring for jack

ALICE RUN

i heard baby

where tf is sam?

oh thank god that isn’t Celia

who is it tho?

You don’t sound too good allie

love her voice

i’m gonna need subtitles

anywho, uhhhh what the fuck :7

#tmagp #the magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers #tmagp ep 15

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okay okay okay. I’ve seen recent articles and a leaked pic of Sebastian in the thunderbolts and I just have to say 3 things.

#1. If Bucky dies or is killed I actually may walk out of the theater.

#2. If Sam and Bucky don’t have any interactions with each other in either of their movies I'll probably lose my mind.

#3. this goatee better be for some undercover mission or something bc I know our bucky and a goatee does not fit his character 😩 (imo)

If one or more of these items on this list happens… I have lost faith in marvel (which is so upsetting bc ive been a supporter for SO LONG😭) I’m on my knees begging the writers to not screw up Thunderbolts or Captain America Brave New World (PLEASE)

Any thoughts/opinions on this?

ooof alright what a loaded set of questions, nonny

to be quite honest, i haven't trusted marvel writers for a while now. it's upsetting, i'm with you there. i entered this fandom back in 2021 which was arguably the worst timing one could have lmao. i haven't had fun watching a mcu product since no way home. and that's upsetting in its own right, because i love these characters, i really do. brave new world was the one announced project i was still super excited for (bc thunderbolts has always rubbed me the wrong way), and even that excitement has significantly dampened.

so … yeah. if the rumours are true and bucky dies and/or will not even appear in the next captain america movie which is an absurd sentence to even type … i'm not even gonna be surprised. it's so sad. i'm so tired. thank god for fanfiction.

also, can i somehow unsee that picture please? i hadn't until your message and it's … mhm. i don't even want to unpack that

#inbox #thank you for sending this!!! i haven't gotten a random ask like this in ages 🥺#🦾 anon

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Nez. I need you to know I am obsessed with Squissistant and Dev (even tho I’m a little behind on Dev’s stuff rn, ooops). I still have that holdable paper doll of Squissistant

Literally your ocs are so cool!!!!! I need to figure out the lore agagsgdhddhbsnd it’s so interesting what you come up with <3

Anyways, what are some other ocs you have for non-squip-rp stuff?

AAAAAAAAAA LOVE AND SUPPORT!!!!!!! *explodes*

but seriously thank you i've been kind of out of it for doing things but i'm planning on continuing the story soon!!! 🫂

As for your question OHOHOHOHOHOHOHO YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT PANDORA'S BOX YOU JUST OPENED HAPPI

I have way too many ocs and stories related to those ocs but i'll bring up the highlights

Blaire Caddel (HELIANUS) is a terrifying anthro gazelle-spider thing that eats people and is a musical theater nut and i love her. She's the main antagonist of the story I have her in and she rolls around in my head always. I NEED to draw her and I NEED to actually talk more about her world

Oliver Graham (CHAOS CAFÉ) is a normal teenager who gets sent to a void full of monsters and a cafe and slowly starts spiraling after managing to get out. Here's some art of them now but it's very very old like 2021 old i think

Michael Flud (SEPTEMBER 23RD) is one of my oldest characters and one of the ones that has gone through the most changes. He literally came to me in a dream. Originally his story was about alien technology and dumb teenagers getting taken over by it but then it changed into something I can only call "a multiverse fantasy about the death of the artist". This universe is also where my persona lives

Maya Smith (DEATHWALK) is a person I'VE WANTED TO TALK ABOUT FOR YEARS BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS ABOUT HER AND HER WORLD. She's a girl who got kidnapped as a baby by a cult called "The Church of God's Tears" and is raised believing in its practices. She's friends with two other people in the church, Helen nolastname and Claudia Lalima. Maya and Helen eventually find eachother very close and secretly have a lesbian love story under the very homophobic cult's nose. This is eventually found out (also Maya saw something she shouldn't have seen) and she's killed in cold blood by Father Liam in secret.

She later wakes up in a void with four other people; Daichi Higake, Neko Satsujin, Maku Sajidō, and Jared Incendis, all of whom I could ramble about for hours on as well. This is where the story actually begins and the group has to find a way through multiple rooms and dimensions until they find a way out of this strange place (they don't know they're dead). All the while, a plot from a third party source unravels around them, and the gamemaster of their misfortune, Adaline, continues to torment them throughout.

here's a picture of maya please ask me more about Deathwalk i'm begging

Conepaw (WINGBEAT OF A KESTREL) is an apprentice of Kestrelclan and I need to start that comic istg!! She's the adopted daughter of the deputy and wants to grow up to be just like her. But because of a certain horrors™️ she finds she's never going to grow up, even though she lives and breathes. This is all based on a clangen play through and Library of Ruina, specifically Love Town

and that's all i can think of rn!!!!!! please please please feel free to ask about any of the stories here (except for september 23rd i'm keeping that one a secret) cause I love to yap!!! i want to yap so badly!!!

#nezumi rambling #helianus #chaos café #september 23rd #deathwalk #wingbeat of a kestrel #my ocs #ALSO AGAIN GRAHHH THANK YOU FOR LIKING DEV AND SQUISS #IT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME

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hapan-in-exile · 2 years

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Volume 1 - Post #2: Dark Alley Staff Meeting

Another installment in this ongoing serialized fanfic

Genre: Mandalorian x Fem Reader

Total word count: 2K (of 25K total in Volume 1)

Rating: Explicit - smut, language, +18 *NSFW*

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II. Amongst a maze of squat sandstone buildings, the brightly patterned domes of Al-Campur’s colossal arenas rise above the skyline. The oldest battle dome is part of an ancient temple complex dedicated to Am-Shak, God of Thunder. A relic from when the city had been Sriluur’s religious capital. The immense mosaiced structure looked like it should be dedicated to some spiritual enterprise seeking prosperity rather than a theater of ritual sacrifice.

Its sublime magnificence was a far cry from the garish stadiums that had cropped up all over the city once Al-Campur became the tourist destination for the galaxy’s most gruesome exhibitions of gladiatorial combat. The most recent expanse of urban sprawl is anchored by the Hutt’s newest, grandest, most lavish monstrosity. Granee Hasa, the locals called it. The Big Drop.

Glancing around at the gaunt and harried residents, surely the money used to build this eyesore would have been better spent on a school or a hospital. But, unsurprisingly, the Hutts believed that what the immiserated people of Sriluur really needed was a distraction—the kind that only grand spectacles of violence can deliver. And from the deafening howls emanating from the Arena, maybe that was true?

Like rivers feeding into an ocean, every street in this part of town leads toward it. All you have to do is put one foot in front of the other. The kid is saddled on your hip while Nito sulks, trotting on four legs to keep pace at your side. Mando’s imposing figure isn’t difficult to spot ahead.

Watching his lustrous silhouette reflect the purple horizon of deepening twilight, you decide to cut yourself some slack for this crush on the Mandalorian. There is something undeniably sexy about his bearing. He strides forward with his shoulders drawn back, arms swinging slightly at the elbow. His long torso shifts with the force of each consciously placed step as he picks up his knees.

It’s a powerful gait, and who could judge you for being drawn in by his aura of confidence?

Riiight, because things aren’t complicated enough without adding that to the mix! This infatuation is such a liability heaped onto an already precarious arrangement. But, the urge to have the bulk of his chest pressed against you is all-consuming. Just remembering what it felt like to be caught between his powerfully muscled arms, the warmth of his body radiating against your skin, his smell…

‘Please, stay with me,’ he'd begged.

Furtively, you raise a hand to your temple and reassure yourself that you’re free to stare after the steady roll of his hips with a pitiful carnal yearning in your eyes, unseen through the iridescent lenses of your visor. The longing to touch him was overwhelming, but at least he can’t see it written all over your face.

Watching the slow saunter of his hips, you bite back a laugh, imagining what his reaction might be if one day you just reached out a hand to grope him.

That absurd fantasy evaporates when a horrifying cry rises from the Arena, piercing through the dull chatter of the ambling crowd. Obscene jeering from the stands erupts, raising the hairs along the back of your neck. The child shifts nervously in your arms until you hold him tighter. A reminder of where your thoughts should be.

Reaching up to rub the kid’s ears affectionately, Nito mutters, “At least our plan didn’t involve blood sport.”

“Does that mean you’re going back to the ship?” You arch a brow at him.

“What, and miss this?” he scoffs. “I’m pissed that Mando is a stubborn jerk, but the man is a legend.”

Ahead, you see the bounty hunter turn to look back, catching sight of you in the slow-moving crowd funneling toward the Arena. He tosses his head meaningfully before suddenly turning down a narrow side street.

“I’ll get us some seats.” Nito offers, scowling just in case Mando can see him.

“Somewhere—”

“A good view,” he snaps at you, annoyed. “Yeah, I got it.”

Following his path down the alley, you find the Mandalorian standing in the recess of a stone doorway, pulling his cloak free from under the Beskar chest plate. It’s probably a hazard in the Arena, but seeing him take it off has you thinking.

Initially, you’d been confused and more than a little excited when Mando asked you to come with him last night, wanting to show you something. Watching that first battle in the Arena, it was immediately obvious what he intended. After a further few matches and more gore than you cared to witness, he leaned in, asking, “There’s a pattern, right?”

The appeal of Granee Hasa was the melee battle between fighters, but made all the more thrilling by being staged throughout a sort of multidimensional obstacle course where platforms rose from the floor to hover, rotate, and move around the Arena.

“Yes...”

Without really thinking about it, your mind had tackled the puzzle immediately. “It’s a cycle. Some move along the vertical axis, but align laterally...others circumambulate.”

“Good.” Mando nodded, sounding pleased.

One of the fighters rode an ascending platform up toward the Victor’s Dais. It hung suspended from the top of the Arena’s gilded dome, and the first combatant who touched any part of it won that match. For a while, it seemed like the Trandoshan might just ride her platform all the way to victory when another fighter swung across her path, forcing her to jump aside at the last second to dodge them. A roar went up through the crowd when the momentum from the dive carried her over the edge, claws barely catching hold.

“Also...you can time it.” Enthralled by that point, the commentary was more for yourself than the Mandalorian. “Watch—”

Three fingers, then two, one...a platform glided upward until it passed directly underneath the Trandoshan, who let go in time to land safely rather than plummeting to her death.

“Very good," he said enthusiastically. "You recognized it much faster than I did.” Mando wasn’t exactly effusive with his praise, so even that little shred of validation was enough to have you levitating. “Next match, let’s see how long it takes you.”

Between being an insufferable know-it-all and your inability to deny him anything, by the end of the night—or possibly very early this morning—you had agreed to be the Mandalorian’s accomplice.

“Are you still up for this?” He asks, pulling you back into the present. While his scornful demeanor from the cantina has softened, the bounty hunter is still singularly focused. Always resolute when facing the task ahead.

Taking a deep breath, you lift your head up to meet his gaze. The contours of his broad shoulders cast you in the shadow of rising moonlight pouring through the alleyway. You’re tempted to ask what he plans to do if you refuse to help him. But instead, you say, “I’ve got an idea.”

It takes all your self-restraint not to grin like an idiot when he agrees it is a good idea. You recall Nito’s comment from dinner. Does the Mandalorian really place that much faith in your judgment? Apparently, you’ve managed to earn his respect. Shouldn’t that be enough?

When you gasp—audibly—as he reaches behind you to pull the cloak around your waist, you know it's not.

He ties the worn fabric around you like a sling, wrapping the child against your chest. The smell of him surrounds you, filling your nostrils with the tang of iron and leather. Every inch of your skin comes alive where his knuckles graze the crest of your hip, brush against the inside of your elbow, the ghost of his fingertips on the back of your neck, until your whole body shivers in anticipation of where his touch might land next.

Embarrassed, you try to rub the sensation from your arms as though it's nothing more than a chill in the air.

“Watch out for yourself in the crowd,” he says. As usual, he remains completely oblivious to his effect on you.

“I’ll just look like a very attentive nursemaid,” and your mouth tugs into a wry grin like it’s already an old joke shared between you.

Mando draws in a quick breath as though about to say something—an apology, maybe? But after a long pause, he merely says, “Be careful.”

“And you,” gently reminding him. “Don’t forget you’re still healing. Try not to move too….abruptly.”

“You mean when I’m fighting for my life?” Somehow, you can hear him smirking. It was strange, trying to imagine him smiling when you’ve never seen his face.

“Mando, you don’t have to—”

Lifting his blaster from its holster, he turns you around and tucks it into your belt behind the small of your back. Once secured, he pulls the hem of your jacket down to conceal it from view before tugging the sling back into place. Why was he so comfortable manhandling you when you could barely stand next to him without your heart racing?

“You really think they’re going to let you compete with the rest of it still on?”

“To them,” he points towards the Arena. “My armor is what makes me Mandalorian. And they want a Mandalorian.”

The Hutts had hired Mando to return Lady Razz alive. They needed operational info, like the names of which New Republic agents to pay off, so she wasn’t much use to them dead. But, ever generous, Mighty Barka had offered Mando another way to make some coin.

He leans down to where the child is nestled against your chest and tucks a comlink between the kid’s tiny outstretched talons. He’s so close to you now that if you let your forehead drop, it would fall onto his shoulder, between the helmet and pauldron where there’s no armor, where it's just him.

Would there ever be another chance to feel him again—his warmth, the tenderness of his embrace? The panic welling inside you suddenly crests. “Mando, we can get the money another way.”

“I’m the captain. It’s my responsibility.” You roll your eyes, before remembering that he can’t see them behind your visor. Probably for the best.

“You’d really rather compete in a death match than go in on a job with us?”

Squaring up to his considerable height, he tilts the view plate down to look you full in the face. Gods, he’s tall. It still comes as a shock each time he stands this close.

“I brought you in on this.” His voice is a deep baritone, slow, with sharp edges.

“This isn’t a job,” you tell him, acting like you weren’t in danger of swooning last night when the Mandalorian said he needed your help. “It’s gambling. With your life.”

There was a time when you were afraid to laugh too loudly in his presence in case it irritated him. But the man needs someone in his life who will occasionally call out his bullshit. “We’re only guessing at how rigged the game is.”

“Are you worried about me?” Mando asks.

His tone catches you off-guard, sounding as though he might genuinely care to know. You want to grab him and shout that, of course, you’re worried. Every time he leaves the ship, you’re terrified he’ll come back hurt beyond your repair or that you’ll simply never see him again.

But he’s a gladiator about to engage in mortal combat. He shouldn't bear the added burden of your anxiety.

“I have no doubt you’ll win,” you say, trying to sound certain. “Only, I’m the one who has to stitch you back together.”

There’s a prolonged silence while he simply stares down at you, and you can’t say what exactly, except that...something is happening underneath that helmet. His eyes remain hidden, but you feel his gaze falling over you, real as any touch.

Standing there, facing each other, the moment stretches out, swallowing up the space between you. And again, you wonder if he really doesn’t remember those things he did and said, huddled together on the cargo bay floor. Or, if he’s just pretending not to.

Leaning in, Mando reaches for your hand, and for half a second, you think he might—

Placing the tiny earpiece onto your palm, he says, “Good thing you have plenty of practice.”

And you must be delusional because, with that, he strides down the dark alley toward the combatants’ entrance.

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