#the combo of knowing next to nothing but giving a fuck sucks

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ᡣ 𐭩 nct dream and their kinks .ᐟ

❪ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ❫ 𝒩 𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 . it took me longer than expected cuz 1. it was bothering me that i couldn't find a good picture to put in here, but it's okay... i guess we're all used to it and 2. i was playing with my bestie... yeah, sue me... but now we are here!!

MARK .ᐟ

DRY HUMPING › baby gets so confident when you beg to hump him. poor you, so aroused that you only need to grind him to cum? he's definitely helping you out. lets you do whatever you need until you reach your pleasure. or else he's just flipping you and grinding you ass until the both of you cum.

THIGH RIDING › he knows how much you love his thighs and he knows how to use it against you! it's not an uncommon thing to see him strolling around the house wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. when he decides to play lower, he just hits you with a combo: fat thighs, hard cock and boxers. loves when you lose control and push him to the sofa, so you can ride his thighs.

PORN › let's say it has turned a couple activity after you caught him watching. you watch it only to discover new things to test in sex.

PRAISE › so proud of himself when he listens your breathy praises between moans and whimpers. mark is your good boy, always ready to show you how well he can finger you, eat you out or fuck you.

FACE SITTING › he loves eating you out, this might be his favourite activity. and it gets even better when you ask to sit on his face. you bring him to heaven. as soon as you whimper and spasm, releasing your juices straight to his mouth, he can feel himself cumming untouched.

RENJUN .ᐟ

SENSORY DEPRIVATION › absolutely loves when you tie him and use his body as you please. you can clearly see his teary eyes caused by overstimulation.

CUM PLAY › cums all over your body, he says it is to claim you as his. loves cumming on your boobs and spreads all over you chest. the sight gets even better when you collect his cum in your fingers and brings it to your mouth.

POWER PLAY › immediately aroused when you order him around. loves when you're in control and even begs you to go harder on him. will happily accept anything you give him, even if you leave him high and dry.

NIPPLE PLAY › well, you can say your boobs have a devotee. does anything to have the bare minimum physical contact with them. just loves to play with your nipples! rubbing the tip of his cock on them, pinching, biting or suckling on them. and absolutely loves when you let him sleep sucking on your nipples.

JENO .ᐟ

DADDY KINK › loves being your daddy. loves having you as his little girl. helplessly calling him your “daddy”, in a plea for him to stop the stimulation.

OVERSTIMULATION › the best sight jeno could've ever had is your whimpering form, spasming on the bed, drooling, completely fucked out by his fingers or toungue. the more you beg him to stop, the more he wants to push your limits.

SIZE KINK › it's something that clicks like a key in his head when he realises how small you are next to him. by seeing you wearing his clothes, comparing the size of your hands or when you're sat on his lap and hiding your face on his chest. something tells him he can split you in half... and he'd love that.

BELLY BULGE KINK › he's big and he knows it. loves how petite you are and how his dick can barely fit inside you. rather fuck you in missionary, because he can see the outline of his cock appearing in your belly. loses his shit when you press there and beg him to go easy on you.

CREAMPIE › he can do this all day. watch his cum leaking out of your holes. he always push it inside you again with his fingers, but when he does it with his cock, you know he's gonna fuck you again.

HAECHAN .ᐟ

BREAST PLAY › this man is a boob lover! actually pretty much like his fella. every chance he has, he takes it! and uses any excuse to have your boobs in his mouth. angry? sad? really really happy? your boobs will solve everything! oh and he'll definitely have his hands on your chest, kneading your boobs when you're just chilling on bed or the couch and he's the type of boyfriend who can only sleep well if sucking on your boobs.

ORAL FIXATION › whenever he's bored, he's going to you and will spread your legs so he can eat you out. and he'll do it no matter what you're doing, as long as you're at home. or else when he realises is more comfortable, for both of you, he'll just suck on your boobs.

DIRTY TALK › he's the best when it comes to talk dirty, it's his favourite foreplay. he likes to see how needy he can have you without even touch you.

ROLEPLAY › you're still new at it, mainly because you're all shy to roleplaying. the first time you tried it was intentional. well, at least for you. he was sick and you were acting like his personal nurse — or good girlfriend — but his pervert mind brought him to places... he got aroused just by seeing you all careful toward him and, obviously let you know that. since that day, you only try this fantasy, but he's more than willing to introduce some new ones.

MIRROR SEX › loves seeing you cockdrunk and wants you to see it too. wants you to see how pretty you are with your mouth open, drooling all over his fingers, red, puffy and teary eyes. it's your best sight for him.

POWER PLAY › he's your slut. accepts anything you offer him and loves when you degrade and humiliate him, even better if you do it in public, he can cream his pants. any form of degradation is more than welcomed. other kinks along with this one are spit kink, edging, degradation, impact play (specially on his face), humiliation and bondage.

JAEMIN .ᐟ

PRAISE › giving or receiving. jaemin is more verbal, loves talking, even in sex, and it includes praising you and your actions, just like he does everyday. also loves hearing you say how well he's doing you, between soft sighs. well, the moment he realise you can't even say a complete sentence, he knows he's doing well.

BREEDING KINK › jaemin has born to be a father! every time he cums inside, he stays a little more, just to make sure this time he can impregnate you. and when he pulls out and see his cum leaking, he pushes it again inside you with his fingers, to make sure none of his seed go to waste.

DOLLIFICATION › jaemin loves dolling you up. he makes you even prettier. styles your hair, do your makeup and buys you the prettiest and most delicate lingeries in every color. his fun is to see you all fucked up after sex.

THROAT FUCKING › after your ass, your mouth is jaemin's favourite hole to fuck and he loves to see you struggling to take him whole in your mouth. likes to see your tears. how you get even prettier when you're crying because of how hard he's fucking your throat. he may be into dacryphilia.

SPIT KINK › he has something for messy sex. likes to see you sweaty, with his cum spread all over your face, chest, tummy or thighs. loves to see you dumb because of how good he has fucked you, with your mouth open, drooling, he can't help but spit on your mouth, and you better swallow.

RECORDING › that's def his favourite part. he bought a camera just for this. loves to see you falling apart on his cock. loves to record how submissive you are to him. and he's absolutely jerking off watching it later.

MARKING › you are his and he can do whatever he wants to you. he's not the jealous type, but wants people to know you are his, just like he is completely yours. he has zero problem in go out in public wearing a tank top, showing all the maks you've gave him.

CHENLE .ᐟ

EXHIBITIONISM › unlike some people think, chenle is not that much of a jealous boyfriend. like, he can share you, the only condition is to not touch you. he couldn't care less about fucking you in public and fucks you even harder when caught by someone. he likes the idea of people watching you falling apart on his cock, watching how dumb you get because of how good he's making you feel.

FOREPLAY › he's a foreplay lover. likes to tease you before actually fucking you. his pleasure is to see his pretty girl all needy. and when you beg him to use you as his please... damn, you want him dead. the sight he loves the most is when you're tied up and he plays with ice on your body. loves to see you weak, begging for him, whimpering and even crying when he hasn't done nothing else than ice play and dirty talk.

MANHANDLING › he's stronger than you and you love it. he uses you like his sex doll and you couldn't like it other way. you look so helpless, so fragile. chenle can't wait to devour you.

SENSORY DEPRIVATION › he loves when you decide to tie him up and blindfold him. gets all submissive when is your turn to play with him.

JISUNG .ᐟ

SIZE KINK › didn't know he had this kink until he realised how petite you are and how fragile you look. you easily sleep on top of him. his hands engulf yours so easily. and when they are wrapped around his cock... or his fingers in your mouth. shit, you're so smaller than him, he can easily lift you with one arm and fuck you.

BELLY BULGE KINK › whenever he can see the outline of his cock in your belly... boy gets so energetic. it's like a button! he gets so proud of you. point it out to you and touches it, pressing his palm right where his cock appear and this act alone make your eyes roll.

VOYEURISM › look... it's not like he likes to watch other people. he likes to watch you. he can easily cum untouched just by seeing you get off. but he gets so impatient when you take too long to cum. he needs to taste you.

CLOTHED SEX › usually when you're in public. there's something else when you beg to hump him, it's just so good. he likes the way you get so weak just by feeling his erection on you, when he's slightly “thrusting” between your legs, feeling your panties grow wetter and wetter.

SEXTING › when you did it for the first time, he was with the boys and got all red and shy. but, as the time passes by, he learned how to do it properly, without any single trait of embarrassment. he learned it makes your sex even more intense, since you're building up the tension. and it's definitely a must, since both of you has enough energy to fuck for a whole week.

CHOKING › your pretty little hand around his thick neck? he loses it! or when you're on top of him, taking control, talking dirty to him and you slip your hand around his neck... damn, he cums on the spot.

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all yours if you want me | s.r

pairing: spencer reid x bau!fem!reader

a/n: i think i really like this but if i proofread it one more time im gonna hate it so im just putting it out now lol. this is the full version of the sneak peak i posted last week woohoo ! also this is my first time writing smut so im sorry if it sucks but i hope y'all like it <3

summary: bau's got their first day off in weeks, and you're heading straight to the club to have some fun, you just didn't expect your coworker/crush to also be there while you're trying to forget him.

cw: 18+ minors pls dni, smut, p in v (dont be silly wrap ur willy), munch!spence, lowkey softdom!spence, suggestive dancing in public spaces, minor insecure reader, reader is afab and wears a dress and heels

wc: 4.6k

pls let me know if i forgot anything and let me know your thoughts pleaseee xx

it was the first friday night off you and any of the team members of the bau had in a long time, and you all were determined to spend it well. jj and hotch immediately went home to their families, penelope and emily decided they were going home to get some well needed rest, rossi went to a cigar club, not really sure what derek and spencer ended up doing, but you knew what you were doing tonight.

you’d had a long standing invitation from one of your college friends for a club night, and at first you’d decline because you’d get swept away on a case, and because you were hopelessly pining after your hot nerdy coworker dr. spencer reid.

spencer was smart in many ways, three PhDs, countless published papers, not to mention that eidetic memory of his. there was one thing that spencer was just fucking dumb at, and it was your shameless flirting at him.

like it annoyed you how clueless he was. you’d bring him coffee in the mornings with hearts drawn on it, fall asleep on his shoulder on the jet rides back, even complimenting his outfit or looks which made him flustered, but still nothing. your harbored crush seemed to stay just that, a crush. and while you’d hope he would get the hint he just hasn’t.

so you pull out your phone to text your friend. 

“barry’s at 9?”

“oh my god FINALLY. i’m there i'll pick you up at 8:30.”

you grin to yourself, this was good. you needed to get out and unwind for once.

you drive home quickly to hop in the shower before your friend comes to get you. throwing on a silk slip dress as your outfit of choice, you slipped your heels on and met your friend in the car.

walking into the club, you’re met with the thumping bass of the music playing and the staunch smell of alcohol, sweat, and sex.

it made you think about the last time you got laid, which was a really long time ago. and honestly you wanted to sleep with spencer so bad you hadn’t been making advances elsewhere. but that was going to change tonight, you were determined to have good slutty fun, and hopefully get laid.

your friend grabbed your hand and beelined to the bar, ordering two tequila shots each. once you downed them you moved to the dance floor and started preying for a target. as you’re scanning the room, you notice a familiar looking mop of brown hair standing next to bald headed man. a combo you knew all too well.

-

derek morgan was a player. and before he’s a player, he’s a damn good friend. which was his reasoning for dragging spencer out of his apartment to come out to the club and have fun.

“but i can have fun at home by myself morgan.”

“kid, you need to let loose once in a while. you are young, i’m just helping you take advantage of it.”

-

so now spencer’s at the club (a sentence he still struggles to believe) wearing trousers and navy button down shirt to which morgan had popped the top buttons open because ‘it gives the ladies a sneak peek’. he just rolled his eyes and went with it. he’s nursing a shirley temple at the bar, perusing the environment when he comes across a pair of eyes he knows like the back of his hand.

when you recognize the amber eyes you couldn’t believe your luck. of course, on the one night you’d decided to explore other options he shows up in the least expected place for him to be. so much for getting over him, you think. shyly raising your hand to wave, spencer returns the gesture. morgan takes note, “who are you waving t- oh, pretty girl is here huh pretty boy?” he nudges him.

a blush raises on his face. spencer thought you were attractive, like really attractive. you were a great addition to the bau and he admired your work ethic a lot, the day you walked into the bullpen wearing a fitted pantsuit had his own pants growing real tight. he still remembers when you introduced yourself and he couldn’t even get up without exposing himself. you thankfully didn’t think it was weird, and spencer was relieved when it was finally time to go home. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t have nights where he wished you were the one finishing him off and not his rough hands. he didn’t think you’d like someone like him, and took all of your ‘advances’ as morgan calls them, as acts of kindness.

morgan laughs as he watches spencer’s iq deteriorate to below 50 staring at you, “do you what you gotta do man. but you better be going home with someone tonight okay?”

spencer nods and nurses his drink a bit and looks back to morgan to realize he’s already off dancing with some girls in the corner. damn.

after your distanced encounter with spencer, you decide it’s time to move on and have some fun on your own. you couldn’t be hung up on him anymore, at least not tonight. tonight was for bad decisions.

good thing bad decision walked up to you asking to dance, whatshisname leads you to the dance floor and puts his hands on your hips, swaying to the beats of t-pain and pitbull.

you didn’t know, but spencer was watching every move you made. he watched you get led to the dance floor, the way he placed his hands right on your ass and squeezed, and how he turned you around so you were dancing on his front with your back. he gripped his glass so tight the bartender had to tell him he’d have to pay if it breaks.

he gets it, you’re attractive. this is the kind of thing that happens to people who look like you. who wouldn’t want you? but then he watched it happen a second time. and a third. and a fourth and fifth, till he just stopped counting at nine for his sanity.

spencer was not used to the green monster taking over him, but oh god was he fucking seething with jealousy.

you realized spencer was watching you by whatshisname number five. he hadn’t moved from his spot and he was constantly staring in your direction. deciding to do a little experiment, you played up your dancing a lot more, acting more flirtatious, dragging the guy’s hands further down, and letting out open mouthed moans that you knew spencer couldn’t hear but could definitely see. you watched as his jaw shifted and his knuckles turned white as you danced with each guy, realizing the growing effect that you now had on him.

by whatshisname number nine, you casted your hook. making sure to face spencer and meet his eyes, you watched as they darkened when he realized you were looking right at him. spencer might’ve brushed it off as a coincidence, but then you winked at him. and he realized what you were doing—you were taunting him, and fuck was it working for him. the bulge in his pants grew uncomfortable that he had to stand up to not draw so much attention to it under the bar lights. 

you watched him stand up and adjust himself and you threw your line. when he looked back up at you, you made a come here motion with your index finger and a bite of your lip. spencer’s eyes darkened impossibly more, he paid for his tab and strode over to you.

sinker.

he pulled you from the man behind you, who muttered a ‘what the fuck’ and moved away. spencer pulled you flush to his chest and with a low voice in the crest of your ear he whispered, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“i don’t think i know what you’re talking about dr. reid, could you explain it to me?”

spencer tightens his hold on you and ghosts over your ear once more, “this is a dangerous game you’re playing, sweetheart.”

“a game you joined the second you walked over here.”

he looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and matched the small smirk on your lips. game on.

the song changed to something with a more sultry beat, and you used the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck and let his hands guide your hips to the music. while he wasn’t much of a dancer, he could definitely keep a beat. it didn’t prove to be so difficult when your chest was pushing up on his own that he was just waiting for them to spill out. he realized he could feel your hardened nipples through your slip, the nubs rubbing friction through the fabric of their clothes. he moaned internally while he gripped your hips to pull you even closer. it was clear spencer seemed to be getting comfortable with moving your body and holding you close, but you couldn’t let that happen.

before the second chorus you turn around in his arms so your back is pressed up against his front, and you start dancing on him.

spencer’s taken by surprise, something you felt when his hands faltered the confident rhythm it kept up, and while he watched you dance just like this with all those guys it’s like his mind is blank now.

you recognize the song playing, collide by justine skye & tyga, and use the sultry beat to your advantage. you move your ass hard on his front, feeling his length pressed between your cheeks. you gesture for him to lean his head down and he lets out a low groan as you whisper in his ear, “all that for me?”.

a primal instinct starts to take over spencer’s being, and he grips your hips to meet his rutting from behind. spencer was desperate for any friction that could soothe the growing ache in his pants. you grinned as you felt take what he needed from you. it was quickly wiped off your face when you felt his hands inching dangerously close to where you really wanted him.  you place your hands on his with surprise and look at him, “what are you doing?”

“i don’t think i know what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” he threw back at you, “but if there’s something you’d like me to do, i’m all ears.” spencer grazes his fingers under the hem of your dress, toying with the lace band of your panties and slipping his fingers below it to stroke your inner thighs.

fuck. he turned it on you so fast it almost gave you whiplash. the provocative dancing was something you could handle, hell everyone on that dance floor was doing the same thing as you both. what you weren’t sure you could handle was him about to touch you in a public space. but, your body betrayed you as it turned you on to another plane. you look up at him with lust filled eyes and let out a breathy moan of his name. spencer collapses internally and stands his ground, “if you want something, beg me.”

spencer thinks he’s won the upper hand, and he’s feeling so smug behind you. he still thinks he has the upper hand until you reach down and place his middle and index finger in your mouth, circling your tongue around the digits.

“touch me.” you moan out, releasing his fingers.

spencer is dumbfounded how he’s the one about to burst out his pants when he made you beg for him. it should make him feel embarrassed at how close he was, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. not when you in his arms pleading him to do something. you sounded so pretty, and who was he to deny a pretty thing like you?

his fingers continue their journey down, outlining the lace trim resting on your thighs. he hooks his fingers on the fabric to pull it aside and slips into you, going at an aching pace to gather the wetness and groaning out, “jesus, you’re so wet, was this all for me? you needed my attention that bad, baby?”

you whimper and grip his hand even tighter because you’re not sure if your legs are holding out any longer. it’s all so overwhelming—having his hands down your panties in the middle of the dance floor, the lewdity of the noises in your ear, the hard length pressing desperately on your ass. this is all you’ve ever wanted from him, to want you. and now it’s happening, and your brain can’t fire the neurons fast enough to process the moment. instead your body responded with your skin heating up with anticipation, heart beating out as much adrenaline to keep up. the daze is getting foggier by the second as he trails his fingers up and down your slit, spreading the wetness and circling your clit on the way up. and you think you’re about to get accustomed to the pace he’s set, when he delves between your folds and you moan out loud so abruptly that the nearby patrons looked around wondering where it came from.

you can feel spencer’s shit eating grin behind you as he moves his head down to leave love bites on your neck. if he can feel your bluff dissipating, he’s not saying anything. his fingers set a painfully slow rhythm, and you grind down trying to get any more friction to reach your peak. he’s hitting you in all the right spots that make you see the stars and beyond, leaning your head back on his chest as you barrel towards your climax. you feel yourself mere seconds away from reaching, and spencer suddenly pulls his fingers out, making you whine out in protest, “wh- what are you doing?”

spencer grabs your wrist and starts dragging you through the sweaty bodies surrounding you, tightening his grip with a small smirk as he passes a few of the guys you were dancing with earlier. suckers.

he pushes the doors open with a force and while the cool air is attempting to return your body to homeostasis, the anticipation of where he’s going overtakes you, “spence, where are we going wh-“ you cut off your sentence with a gasp as he handles you flush to the door of his car. then it’s just silence for a few moments. no loud bass or weird dudes, just the two of you. the only sound that can be heard are your breaths competing for prominence. you look up at him and focus on the details of his face illuminated by the moonlight, trying to read his expression. his honeyed eyes have fully darkened to a lustful hickory, and suddenly you felt like a gazelle being preyed on by a lion.

he reaches into his pocket and unlocks the car with a soft beep. it’s the focused eyes on you that drive you to open the door, but it’s the subtle silent nod of his head towards the car that makes you move inside waiting for him to join you. he climbs in after you, shutting the door and locking it.

spencer moves to the middle seat and allows his legs to spread open, he taps his thighs and faintly says, “come here.”

you shuffle closer and swing your legs over him, your dress rising up a little as you fully sit on his clothed crotch. and now you realize the corporeality of the moment. it’s like, really real now. all this time pining after the boy genius with no luck and now he’s got you in the backseat of his car and your panties crooked, waiting for you to move. the bravado you wore and so tightly held onto for a majority of the night comes crashing down like a shattered vase, and you’re not sure if you have any more in you to salvage the pieces. you may be a profiler, but try as you might you are not a mind reader, yet you so desperately want to know what he’s thinking. is it too much to ask what this means? will it overwhelm him to say you’ve dreamt about this moment for many nights, and how those dreams went on till the early morning when he’d stay and brush your hair back with a temple kiss. the whispers of sweet nothings sticking to you like honey as you got ready for the day. are these questions you even want to know the answer to?

you may not be a mind reader, but he is dr. spencer reid, who noticed your demeanor change after too long of a silence.

“hey,” he holds your chin delicately to your eyes, “it’s okay if you want to stop, i’m sorry for tak-“

it’s your turn to cut him off, “no! no i, i still want this, i just,” you falter.

“just what, baby?” he coos softly.

it makes tears well up in your eyes, you hope he can’t see them, “i’ve just wanted this for so long, and it’s probably embarrassing that i’m admitting this now of all times, but i don’t know if i can handle this meaning more to me than it does to you.” you confess quietly.

spencer listens to your admission and gingerly resecures his arm behind you, a position he thinks is starting to become second nature. he rubs soft shapes into the small of your back, “what makes you think that?”

“because i basically threw myself at you tonight, and it seems to be the first time you noticed me.” you say halfheartedly. 

“you think i don’t notice you?” he whispers, leaning in to leave soft kisses in the crook of your neck. spencer is dumbfounded, confused at how you reached such a conclusion. but as a man of science, he feels there’s only one way to prove himself. he breathes your name out, “can i show you how much i notice you? please?”

you nod, at least you could commit this moment to memory if it was all you’d have left of him. he presses his lips to yours for the first time that night, your breath faltering as he becomes more feverous with his attacks. slotting his tongue with yours, your hands move up to his silky hair to take purchase in. he lets out a groan as he pulls back from you, “i need to taste you.”

he guides your body to lean back on the center console, the only way his tall figure would be able to accommodate this position. your legs are still split on either side of his legs, using your hands to prop yourself up to watch his movements. he hooks his fingers on the sides of your panties and slowly slides them down, moaning at the way your slick causes resistance as he pulls them off your legs. wrapping his arms under your thighs to lift you up to face level, he places small kisses on your inner thighs as he makes his way to your core. he places a final kiss on your center before licking a long stripe up to your clit. moaning out wantonly, he continues his ministrations and kitten licks all over you, circling back up to your clit after each round.

“spence..” you whine out. he moves his focus to your clit, circling and sucking till you’re squirming in his arms so much has to grip your thighs. your hands are fussing through his hair, gripping and pulling to find something to ground you. spencer then slips his fingers into your core for the second time tonight, and you lose it.

he’s pumping his fingers in and out, that all you can hear is the squelching noises of your cunt. adding another one, you’re unable to stay still anymore, as if you were before.

“oh my fuck, spencer. i’m gonna cu-, cum. please don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” you moan out filthy.

spencer unlatches his mouth for a moment, “come for me, baby.”

your orgasm crashes down on you like a wave breaking on the shore. it’s all consuming, leaving you shaking and breathless and he lifts his head from between your legs and you see his chin glistening with you in the moonlight. the sight itself is so pornographic, you can’t help but shuffle back onto his lap to crash your lips back to his, tasting yourself on his tongue. he tangles his hands in your hair as you move yours between you both, unzipping his trousers to palm him through his boxers.

he breakily moans in your ear as you slowly pull back the band to take him out. the sight takes you by surprise, you knew he was big, you felt it on your ass while you were dancing. but seeing how it compared to your hand had you bulging your eyes.

“you’re so big,” you whisper. how the hell was that fitting inside of you?

spencer the mind reader places his hand on top of yours as you lazily stroke him, “we’ll go slow, don’t worry.” he can’t help but feel his ego inflate to the skies, he can’t remember the last time he had someone look intimidated by him.

nodding faintly, you gather the spit in your mouth and let it fall between you both to land on the flushed pink tip. you spread it up and down his length, setting a slow pace that had him moaning expletives in your ear.

“oh-, ohhh, fuck baby. you’re so good at that holy shit,” he says trying to hold himself together. you give him a few more pumps before lifting your hips up to guide him inside you. you move his tip to your entrance, rubbing it teasingly before spencer places his hands on your sides to stabilize you, and slowly sink you down onto him.

the second his tip pushes past your folds, you both moan out in harmony. placing your hands on his shoulders you leverage yourself to sink down further inch by inch, until your core is flush with the base of his thighs.

spencer is a man of many words, maybe too many. but right now the only word he can remember is your name as he watched you take his length whole inch by inch slowly losing any restraint he had left. the pressure his cock had inside of you was heavenly. you’d never felt so full, and you could tell he was trying so hard to stay still as you adjusted above him.

when you bottom out spencer throws his head back against the seat, “oh that’s it, good girl,” you clenched around him. “you okay?”

you nod in response, ignoring the way the term of endearment sent flutters to your heart, and attempt an experimental rock of your hips, causing spencer’s head to whip up and meet your lust blown eyes with his own. he adjusts his hands on the sides of your thighs and starts helping you move up and down on his length, setting a brutally slow pace.

you rest your head and moan into the crook of his neck as he continues his movements, “spencer, please, more, i can take it.”

he still can’t believe what’s happening right now, all those days he spent thinking about you in the bullpen, at home, everywhere really, and here you were begging on top of him to fuck you good.

“you still think i don’t notice you?” he says into your ear, “i have dreamt about what you’d look like bouncing on my cock, and you are blowing any idea i had out of the water.”

you whimper as he continues, “and when i’m not thinking about ruining you, i am in awe at how you walk through life. you bring so much joy everywhere you go, it’s a blessing to be able to experience you.” he says through shaky breaths.

the praise goes straight to core, with some traveling to your heart again, and you’re not sure how much longer you can hold on before you unravel physically and emotionally.

his hands are guiding you up and down at a harder pace now, “so,” thrust. “you still think,” thrust, “i don’t notice you?” he thrusts into you once more and holds you down, making sure you’re looking directly at him, “it was never an option to brush past you, you are everything to me. i didn’t know how to show that without overwhelming you. i’m sorry.”

tears well up in your eyes again, spencer notices this time and presses a small kiss on your forehead. all your senses feel like they’re in overdrive, unable to comprehend anything right now. your skin feels like it’s on fire as he rolls your hips faster to meet his ruts.

“spence, i- i’m so close.” you whine desperately. 

he slips his hand between you both to rub your clit, “i know baby, i’ve got you. let go for me.”

his words were enough to break the dam, your second climax of the night hurling towards you. the white hot feeling overtook your whole body, shaking and clenching above him. your grip on him was threateningly vicious, probably leaving deep crescent marks in the nape of his shoulders. you wish the euphoria would last forever if it meant having spencer like this. as you came down from your high, the two of you were still moving together, slowly rocking your hips to meet each other. once you were grounded again, you pushed through the sensitivity in your core to rise up on his length, just barely leaving the tip in before you slid back down fast and hard, now focusing on spencer reaching his peak.

“oh jesus, fuck.” spencer moaned out brokenly.

“come on spence you can do it,” you taunted as you clenched down, “come inside me, make a mess of me please.” a rush of confidence flowed through as you whispered into his ear, and spencer held your hips to help you bounce faster on him.

spencer let out a loud groan as you felt the hot spurts coat your insides, he was leaving matching crescent marks on the sides of your hips as the ones on his shoulders, making sure all of him was left in you. feeling him soften inside, you remained on his lap with him sheathed in you. you both are breathing heavily, leaning back to hopefully give you both some relief from the sex filled air. looking around the car you realize that all the windows are fogged up and let out a tiny giggle.

“what’s so funny?” he looks up at you slightly amused and very out of breath.

“no it’s just, the windows are such a dead giveaway for what we just did in here.” 

“eh, i don’t really care what people think.”

“gasp, dr. reid wants to let the world know he has car sex with random girls?”

he leans in to bite your neck playfully, “random? did nothing i said during all that register for you?”

you yelp and attempt to play dumb, “actually i don’t remember a word, you might have to jog my memory. maybe even recreate the circumstances to help with cementing it. i read about situational memorization where certain scenarios are easily remembered when there’s a big event to anchor it to.”

he swears he could’ve melted on the spot at you explaining a concept you’d read about to him, “careful sweetheart, calling it a big event might inflate my ego a little too high.”

“i mean, i can tell it worked,” you tease as you feel him harden inside of you again, “so tell me genius, how many times does a scenario have to happen for me to remember the information?”

“i guess we’ll have to find out, don’t we?”

[hoshifighting]

the combo face sitting + jun has been driving me crazy these days...😵‍💫

jun + eating you out + face riding

WARNINGS: smut, oral (f. rec), slight nose bumping.

nothing else makes sense more than jun and his obsession with cunnulingus. MAINLY WHEN WHERE TALKING ABOUT FACE RIDING. they way he would practically beg for it. like, straight-up desperate, eyes all wide and glistening like you're the goddamn answer to everything he's ever needed. he’s not subtle about it either. one minute, y’all are just chillin’, minding your business, watching something dumb on tv, and the next, he’s sliding down, making himself real comfortable between your legs like it's his personal mission to stay there forever.

“let me,” he’d say, but it’s not really a question, more like a fucking command wrapped in a plea, and it’s almost funny how fast your brain short-circuits. but then, it’s not funny anymore. because he’s there, hands already gripping your thighs, spreading you wide like he’s staking his claim. he’d look up at you, all smug and pretty, as if he knows exactly how this is gonna go. and let’s be honest, he does. you’re not fooling anyone.

you don't even get a word in before he’s on it, licking a slow stripe up like he’s savoring every inch, and you gotta bite your lip to stop that loud ass moan from slipping out. but he doesn’t let up. that’s the thing with jun—he goes all in, no half-assing anything. the way his tongue flicks, sucks, swirls, he’s got this whole damn rhythm down, and it’s like... fuck, how does he know exactly where to go?

“fuck, jun,” you whimper, and it just eggs him on, makes him groan against you like he’s the one getting off on this. he’s got this way of moaning, like he’s fucking worshipping you, and yeah, maybe that’s what this is. face buried between your thighs, his fingers digging in like he's afraid you'll float away or some shit.

“you taste so good,” he mutters between breaths, like he’s giving you a fucking status update or something, but you can barely hear it over the sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

“shit, you're... so fucking—” you try to say something, but words? yeah, those don't really exist anymore.

and then—because of course—he pulls back, just to smirk up at you. “why’re you holding back? lemme hear you,” he murmurs.

you take a second, but not long enough for him to lose that cocky look on his face—not that it matters, 'cause you’re already losing your damn mind with the way he’s licking you up like it’s his last meal. so, you’re like, fuck it, and push yourself up, legs shaky as hell, and he gets it. immediately.

jun doesn’t even say a word, just slides down to the floor, like he’s been waiting for you to get the hint. he leans his head back against the edge of the couch, eyes hooded, and he’s already grabbing at your hips like he's starving. “come on, sit on my face,” he says, voice all low and rough, like it’s the most normal thing in the world, like it doesn’t already have you soaking wet with how casual he is about it.

you don't need to be told twice.

you swing your leg over, feeling a little bold now 'cause that smug look he gives you every time, yeah, that shit works in reverse too. you sink down slowly, feeling the heat of his breath against you, and the second you're down, he groans—right against you. that noise alone makes you bite back a gasp.

jun’s hands find your ass immediately, pulling you down further, and you’re a goner. first, he presses his tongue flat against your clit, letting the pressure build for a second, like he’s letting you feel it. then, he switches it up, flicking fast, almost lazy, but it hits just right. too right. “fucking—shit, jun,” you moan, no point in holding it back now. he's too good, and he knows it.

you can feel his fingers kneading into your skin, a soft contrast to the way his tongue’s moving, slow, fast, and then he’s sucking, full-on wrapping his lips around you and pulling you down further until you’re grinding against him. he alternates between flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue and then pressing hard with the flat of it, it’s... it's insane. he’s got this way of hitting every nerve, every sensitive spot, like he knows your body better than you do.

you look down, and the sight of him—eyes half-closed, pupils blown out, his mouth working you like it’s all he cares about. his perfect nose bumps against you every now and then, making you grind down harder. his eyes flutter open for a second, just to catch yours, and he smirks against you before diving right back in, tongue flicking faster, more deliberate.

“god, you’re so—” you can barely breathe, your thighs are shaking around his head, and all he does is groan again, loud and shameless.

and when he slides his tongue down a bit, lower, licking a stripe between your folds, before swirling back up to your clit? fuck, you almost see stars. his tongue goes back to flicking, quick, focused, and then he’s sucking again, hard, like he's pulling every damn sound out of you, and you’re not even trying to stop it anymore.

“ride it, baby,” he murmurs, voice muffled but clear enough. "just... fuck, ride my face."

[hxneyfarm]

36 and 7 could be a fun Steddie combo!

hiiiii sav!!! i hope you're feeling a little better - this is for you!

36. "You were put on this earth to give me a headache" 7. "It could be worse" cw: injuries

It happened so fast. Steve doesn’t even know how it happened, just that it happened so. Fucking. Fast. One minute Eddie was at the top of the stairs and the next he was at the bottom, flat on his back with his… oh, no, with his ankle bent at a weird angle.

Eddie was groaning in pain, propping himself up on one of the stairs by the elbow, looking at his ankle with a look of horror on his face. And Steve was in crisis aversion mode. He was at Eddie’s side in the blink of an eye, his focus narrowed to the rapidly swelling joint, the heat radiating off of Eddie, the tremor in Eddie’s voice as he asked if it was broken.

“Yeah,” Steve told him. “Yeah. Eds, it’s probably broken. What were you doing?”

“Nothing!” Eddie insisted. “I swear, I think I just missed the top step.”

“Okay, well maybe try paying attention to where you’re putting your feet next time, yeah?”

“That’s not the problem, Steve.”

“Sure it isn’t. Because you’re always so spacially aware, huh?”

“Jesus Christ, now you sound like Jeff. Why the fuck are we fighting right now? Can you please get me up and take me to the fucking hospital?”

“I swear to god it’s like you were put on this earth to give me a fucking headache.”

“It could be worse,” Eddie said with a shrug as Steve hauled him to his feet. Eddie winced but he kept his weight off of it. “At least this time it’s a normal injury instead of a supernatural one.”

“Small miracles,” Steve muttered.

And the thing is… yeah, it could have been a lot worse. Eddie was clumsy, and Steve was forever the one paying the price for it, but this was the first time he’d broken a bone since everything with the Upside Down. His first major injury, really.

And Eddie didn’t complain the whole drive to the hospital, even though Steve knew that Eddie hated the hospital - hated the way that it smelled, hated the way that it reminded him of the three weeks he spent there in the spring of ‘86. It had been years now, and they weren’t even living in Hawkins anymore and the hospital they were driving to wasn’t the same one that Eddie spent all that time in. 

Something like that never really leaves a person, though. It would never leave Eddie and it would never leave Steve. And whenever they had to make a trip downtown to the emergency room - much more common now that they were on their own, for whatever reason - they would both put on a brave face and suck it up.

Eddie really was put on this earth to give Steve a headache some days, but it was a headache Steve was willing to live with. 

help me kick writer's block in the mf teeth

[officesiren101]

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂: plug!ryomen sukuna x nerd!fem!reader

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓: exams are coming up and the reader has been going to sukuna for some supplements to make her focus more on her studies but he has been giving her the supplements for free.now he finally charges her but she doesn’t have any money rn so she gives up something that worth more.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: SMUT!, sukuna is an asshole,a blowjob is given, drugs, reader gives her body up, degradation,male receiving, face fucking, slight praising, sukuna has face tattoos, and is slightly buff, bad description of drugs, and cursing.

𝟏𝟎 𝐩𝐦, 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚’𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦

y/n walked around the dorm halls of their college as she had slight drag to her walk as she walked. she was stressed out from the exams coming up but she knew the exact thing to help her. the schools plug sukuna or what she calls him kuna is where she get her supplements most likely weed.

she knocked on his door before saying “you in there kuna?” she leaned against the wall next to his dorm door before her swung the door open to see her. he chuckled and shakes his head before letting her in.

“nice skirt.” sukuna says as he shamelessly checks her out as he closed the door behind him before leaning on his desk.

“thanks kuna..what do you have today?” she said awkwardly as she looked up at him as she sat down on his little love seat in his dorm.

“what i got today? shit nothing for you.” he said as he chuckled a little then crossed his arms, the black shirt he was wearing tighten around his muscled arms.

“what do you mean kuna? i really need this..i can’t focus.” she said with a slight whine in her voice as she hunched over with her face in her palms.

“and i really need money, i’ve been giving you my shit for free.” he said as his eye brow raised.

“what are you charging?” she asked with a slight frown as she rubbed her temple before looking up at him

“50 dollars, pay up or you can kindly get the fuck out.” he said as he had a stern face as he titled his head to the side awaiting her answer.

“fuck..i just spent my last fifty on food, come on ill do anything.” she says as she sat up straight and then looked up at him as he walked towards her, standing 2 feet before her.

“you really want this huh? come on what you’ll do for it.” he said as he took a blunt out his sweat pant pocket as twirled it in her face with a shit eating smirk on her face.

she rolled her eyes before getting off his love seat and crawling before him and sitting on her knees. he looked down at her as his eye brow raised “you know it’s not going suck itself.”

she pulled his sweats down and immediately took his dick out since he wasn’t wearing underwear. she licks his tip causing him to let out a soft chuckle before jutting his hips a bit to urge her on.

she stuck his dick in her mouth, before bobbing up and down on his length. he grabs her hair before guiding her some what soft. he threw his head back as she looked up to the see the sight of his face tats that was glistening with the sweat on his face. seeing him like this sent a straight tingle to her core.

“oh look at you, such a good whore.” he says as he then jutted his hips more harshly, making her gag a bit. her pretty mascara running down her pink tinted cheeks as she moaned around his dick.

“oh baby, don’t cry your going get your shit-” he says before cutting himself off with a grunt as he stuffed her mouth deeper as he kept face fucking her.

she clinged onto his muscular thighs as she looked into his eyes. he chuckled as he locked eyes “such a whore, i love that for you.” he said as he jutted his hips more harsh before slowly down to a regular pace.

she grunted and moaned around him as her saliva and lip combo was all over his dick.

“fuck baby, such a good mouth you know if you fail them exams i got something for you too do.” he says as he grunts and moans softly biting his plump lips.

She nods around him as she kept going and going until she felt him twitch in her mouth before letting him face fuck her.

“fuck! there you go girl.. swallow or i won’t give you shit.” he said as he filled her mouth before watching her struggle to swallow his seed before she finally did and stuck out her tongue to show him.

y/n sat there heavily breathing before she wiped her mouth as she looked around the room avoiding his stare before hearing him laugh.

“so fucking pathetic, get your shit pretty girl and get out.” he said as he then sat down on his love seat and sparked a pre rolled blunt.

“thank you kuna..” she said with her coarsed voice as she took a bag fulled of the stuff she needed as she began to walk out.

he waved his hand to dismissed her, as in the other hand he started to smoke the blunt.

[wannaeatramyeon]

need more writing of taehoon asap!!!!

how about reader and taehoon go a simple date together, going to a cute cafe, and then them hanging out around his room?? 🩷

(add some teasing and suggestive things 🫥🫥)

-ps, can i be 🍫 anon?

Hi Anon! Thank you for requesting! Spoiler alert - you don't make it back to his room. Oof!! Edited to add of course you can be 🍫anon!!

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Two menaces walk into an arcade...

'cute' date with your boyfriend

Taehoon bites his tongue, and it's no easy feat.

He cannot cause a scene before you've even arrived.

Still. The girls seated at the next table must have a deathwish if they point their finger and giggle in his direction one more time.

In his periphery, he sees more staring... and a finger wagging at him yet again. He snaps.

"Fuck you looking at?"

Frustratingly, their giggles get louder and Taehoon wants to tear his hair out.

The braver one of the group, or stupidest - depending on how you look at it, approaches him. Sashaying over, confident and cocky, she holds out her phone. "Can I have your number?"

Taehoon scowls, leg twitching at her audacity. Just as he's about to tell her to piss off and maybe throw a kick her way to emphasise his point, he feels an arm around his shoulder.

"This one's taken. Fuck off." Tone saccharine and syrupy with a smile to match, even as you flip her off with your other hand.

"Excuse me?" she reels, aghast with your language and attitude.

"You're excused," You pull the chair out from under her, taking a seat as she stumbles out the way. "Now go."

As a last ditch attempt, the girl looks at Taehoon. Like he's the knight in shining armour that would save her.

Taehoon pulls out an expression that is usually reserved for you but he knows not many can resist. The one that walks the line between seductive and arrogance.

He arches a brow and lazily peers at her from beneath his long lashes, he smirks when he sees her gulp as his bad boy charm takes hold.

A last little bit of false hope before he lands the finishing blow.

"You heard my girlfriend. Now fuck off."

.

.

Really, he only had himself to blame when you plastered yourself to his back, finding the milky white skin of his neck far more fascinating. He doesn't move at all feeling your body pressed against him, distracted with unleashing a combo of moves.

"Quit it." Taehoon snaps as you nip at his neck, eyes still fixed firmly on the screen.

Afterwards, Taehoon had grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the arcade. A quick detour he had said, before you continue on your evening with him.

You were the one that suggested the cafe, both finding out once the food arrived that it was more suited for pretty social media pictures, the meal itself being tasteless and overpriced.

Reluctantly, you gave in. A truce for your shitty choice and his shitty encounter.

...There was nothing quick about it.

The detour turned into an hour of you hovering around, having circled the entire place five times, trying and failing to win yourself a plushie on the claw machine (which totally should be Taehoon's job, by the way), and now attempting to entertain yourself by watching your boyfriend knock out his opponent.

Yawn. You are very much not entertained.

Until now.

You go in for another bite.

"Seriously!" He shoves your head away with far less force than you deserve, then hand returning to its position on the joystick, not missing a beat.

You huff as he resumes his button mashing, but your patience and penchant for terrorising your boyfriend is almost on par with how much of a terror Taehoon is to everyone else.

Third time's the charm when you latch on, sucking away at a particularly tender spot. Taehoon's eyes flutter shut, the sound of his groan is drowned out by the game announcing 'K.O!", ruining his chain of victories.

Oops.

The computerised voice registers and suddenly you find yourself looking into the eyes of your very pissed off boyfriend.

"Do you want to die?"

You give him the smile of yours that you know he finds adorable but he continues to glare daggers. The vein throbbing on his temple does not subside. He will not be manipulated.

"Taehoon~" you try, your sugary sweet tone from earlier returning.

"No."

"No?"

He scans the arcade and your eyes follow.

Ah, you should have noticed that it had emptied out, not a body in sight.

The general public - usually your last wall of defence. Taehoon normally at least toning it down and somewhat behaving himself for your sake, caring about your propriety.

If no one is around though, that's a whole other story.

Taehoon fiddles with the hem of your skirt. You had thought it was particularly cute when you put it on this morning, and now you regret your hubris.

He looks at you, fangs bared and you gulp.

Shit.

A resounding SMACK lands on your asscheek, the sting causing you to yelp and your eyes to water.

Your hand immediately moves to cover your ass from any further assault, but Taehoon captures them both and holds them steady.

The bastard smiles. "Here's the attention you deserve."

Even through the pain, you feel a thrill of excitement as your mind wanders, thinking about what he would do to you in this empty arcade.

Taehoon all but abandons the game, focusing now entirely on you.

[itspikamefan]

I lied... Eat your Tetro Pink Quotes (Potential Spoilers ahead)

(Also planning a short fic in the future so look forward to that) Kamimura: Keep a bunch of wrapped, empty boxed under your Christmas Tree. When a child misbehaves, throw one in the fireplace Okazaki: Ok... But what do I do when I run out of Children? Hayashi: The fuck is wrong with you? Kamimura: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression. Hama, to Harada: Bro, you better shut the fuck up before I look at you one day and feel warm and realize I've fallen in love with you bro. I'm serious, quit it dude. Tsuno: Wada... I'm worried about you. Wada, dunking his Oreos in Jack Daniel's: Why? Hiroaki: Wow, Ojima. You want to hold my hand? Before MARRIAGE? How awfully lewd of you. Ojima: We literally slept together yesterday. Hiroaki: That's nothing compared to the Lewdness of Holding Hands. Harada: ...Why shouldn't you put a toaster in a bathtub full of water? Chiba: Your toast will get soggy!

Tsuno: So Kamimura... Do you have a crush on anyone?~ Kamimura: The only crush I have is my crushing anxiety. Okazaki: Would you like something to drink? *She opens the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper- Harada: Spiders? Okazaki: Spiders it is then. Harada: That wasn't- *But she was already pouring him a brimming glass of spiders* Hama: Anyone else feel good when their brain releases a bunch of endorphins? Harada: Can't relate... Chiba: Why would my brain release a bunch of Dolphins? Yanagi: Last Night, I found out Sasaki is a sleeptalker. Hiroaki: Oh really? Yanagi: "Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell" Right. In. My. Ear. At 3AM.. Watari: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks in this room. Harada: What? I have a Girlfriend! I'm not kissing any of you! *Hama enters the room* Harada: Fine. Rules are rules, you know. Watari: Why would you think any of this is a good idea?! Okazaki: Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long line of violence. Watari: O-oh... Tamba: I'm surprised you keep forgetting that. Sasaki: Acid doesn't get you high, that's what happens when you put Paper in your mouth. Wada: I have eaten paper and other items like pencils, pens, markers and pebbles for my entire life. I can tell you with certainty that this is misinformation. If you EAT paper, you will not feel the effects of LSD and anyone who tells you otherwise is Sasaki. Watari: ...This motherfucker eating PENS! Hiroaki: If I say I love you... Will you say it back? Ojima: ...Yes. Hiroaki: I love you. Ojima: It back. *Later* Sasaki: Why is Hiroaki crying facedown on the floor? Kamimura: Is anyone going to tell me what the FUCK is going on here?! Watari: It's kinda complicated but Okazaki- Kamimura: Yup. Got it. Forget I asked. *Harada is casually searching his room* Chiba: Harada, what are you looking for? Harada: My will to live. *Sawa crawls out from under the bed* Harada: Oh there it is. Watari: Why are your tongues purple? Hama: We had slushies... I had a red one. Harada: I had a blue one. Watari: Oh... Watari: Watari: OHHH!!! Chiba: You guys drank each other's slushies? Kamimura: What should I get at IHOP? Chiba: Pancake Combo! Hiroaki: Sucked off. Yanagi: Killed. Kamimura: ... Thanks. Sasaki: I currently have 7 empty Notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions? Chiba: Put spaghetti in it. Sasaki: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but Chiba. Hiroaki: Put Spaghetti in it. Sasaki: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but Chiba and Hiroaki. Okazaki: Put Spaghetti in it. Sasaki: ...I am no longer taking suggestions. Okazaki: For self defense reasons, I'm going to 'pretend' to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely. Wada and Hiroaki: K. Kamimura: Why the fuck was that in quotes. Okazaki: Now then, if you don't want to die, give me all your money. Wada: Bold of you to assume I have money. Kamimura: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die. Hiroaki: Bold of you to assume I CAN Die. Watari: What's up with Harada? He's been laying on the floor for like... An hour now. Chiba: He's just a little overwhelmed. Watari: Why? Chiba: Hama smiled at him. Sasaki: Is stabbing someone immoral? Kamimura: Not if they consent to it. Okazaki: Depends on who you're stabbing. Tsuno: YES?!?! Tsuno:  I wish I had a super tight-knit group of friends that I fought crime with. Okazaki: I wish I had a super tight-knit group of friends that I committed crimes with. Hama:  I wish I had a super tight group of criminals that I knitted with. Ojima: I wish I had a group of friends. Wada: I wish I could knit...

(Added because apparently without this my post fucking breaks)

[demonbunny5]

The Marvelization of dialogue is a blight on all forms of media and writers need to learn when to let a character shut the fuck up.

Wizard of Legend 2's demo just came out with the steam next fest and the game is constant fucking noise with NPCs making the most surface level quips about every little thing you do in the game.

Grab a pick up? Better make a quip about it!

Smash a breakable object? Quip!

Do literally fucking nothing for a bit? Oh you know that deserves a quip!

Annoyance is magnified because the first game was fucking stellar and managed to weave a compelling world with very little dialogue at all. There's juuuust enough sprinkled around to give you a picture of a wider world without being heavy handed or in your face. Case in point: The opening of the game/tutorial is a modern day setting in a museum with an exhibit on the titular wizard of legend. Your character gets sucked into the past by a weird artifact, and when you eventually beat the game (which will probably take a while because the game is hard as balls) you get sent back to your own time. All the museum displays on the wizard of legend's favorite spells/robes/relics/etc. turn out to be the build you had on your winning run.

It's a cute framing device, but it also feels like the tip of a much bigger iceberg for worldbuilding. Part of the tutorial is museum docents handing out demo arcana to let visitors experience what it's like to be a wizard. NPC parents with their kids say they love to come to the museum to get a chance to shoot fireballs. Some of the visitors are in wizard robes, but they explicitly refer to them as "costumes." All of the exhibits imply that the events of the game happened in the distant past. Are there still wizards around today? Did my character come to the museum because he's an actual student of magic, or was he just the equivalent of a wizard fanboy? There are electric lights and camera phones, are those magic or just regular technology? So many questions, so much potential room to explore in a sequel! I was excited to learn more about the world, and instead I get some dickhead doing let's play commentary over my runs.

Also doesn't help that the first game had beautiful pixel art and the new one looks like it's trying to ape Hades' aesthetic as hard as possible. It's infuriating because the core gameplay is still in there! It's still just as fun, and putting together a sick arcana combo is just as satisfying. But it's all drowned under ten layers of bullshit made to dress it up like something else. Even the fucking wizard selection at the start of a run seems like it was ripped out of Rogue Legacy. Really feels like they had an incredible first attempt and then immediately lost all confidence and just started shoving whatever they saw someone else do into their game. Granted it's a demo and early access, but so far it leaves a really bad taste in my mouth.

Anyways Wizard of Legend 1 is one of the best roguelites ever and you should go play it.

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

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you take pride in showing off your little weirdo boyfriend, like a elementary schooler with a sticker notebook, and he loves it, loves being with you, loves that you don’t feel ashamed of being with him, but… he also hates the attention he gets because of it; girls coming up to him only after you posted up with him, tryna get him to cheat.

but he’s loyal and a snitch when it comes to shit like that so he tells you about it and the next thing he knows is those girls are looking like they were being put through the ringer by a 364 pound Samoan, and you calling him on facetime whining that you chipped two nails and asking him for money to get them redone. which he gives you ofc, you just made his dick hard by fighting for him! and don’t let one of y’all shippers send him a video of you fighting those girls consecutively, he’d probably bust a nut watching your angry face the whole time you molly whopping them homewreckers.

he’d open the door to his apartment, off campus, letting you in when you knock on the door to find his favorite signature colors on your nails in his face. he’ll smile dopily when you ask him if he wanted a ‘special something’ nodding his head, blond pony bouncing with his movements, because whenever you said that you would always snatch his soul. he who sat on the couch in his lounging area, hips raised and back arched slightly with his head thrown back, biting on the back of his knuckle as you’re sat in front of him kneeling on a pillow giving him that galaxy-throat goat-vacuum suction-double hand twist combo-deluxe 3000.

you pull off of him, half of your face shiny and full of spit bubbles and cum as you continue to stroke him. “c’mon baby lemme hear your pretty voice, tell me everything i wanna hear or i swear i’ll stop.” as soon as you said that his hand flew from his mouth, moaning as he looked down at your smiling face, satisfied after seeing his teary blue eyes, with hearing his voice before you pounced on him again, nothing could hold back those beautiful moans now.

“h-holyyy fuuuck hmm love it wh-when you fight f’r me.” “I would never e-even look those girls’ wayyy ahhh y/n fuck!” he whimper tears falling from his eyes. “hahhh yer the only auhh one f’r me f’r my cock.” “mmmm-my cock wouldn’t get hahh hhah-hard f’r an’er w’ma.” his words slur as he gets closer to his climax and you make it no better when putting all the suction pressure on his blushing red tip.

one hand going to fondle his balls and the other squeezing his shaft tighter as you continued to stroke him, he throws his head back, not even mind in the dull throbbing. his eyes stuck to the back of his head letting out a loud high pitched whine that his neighbors will no doubt complain about. his pale hips rose off the couch even more as he could literally feel you sucking the cum out of him, straight up out of his cock.

you swallow every drop of cum that landed on your tongue, his body trembling as he drops back onto the couch, spurts of his kids still landing on your pink muscle as your tongue continues to caress his overly sensitive tip. he pulled you off his cock by your braids, whimpering as he does so. “hahmmm s-shiiit!” he held his dick protectively, plopping his full body on the couch facing you as he laid still, face flushed and hazy ocean eyes, his hair ruffled up as he shivers and twitches, taking this chance to look at your seductive face gazing back at him with low eyes.

he mewls at the pain and overstimulation of his dick getting hard again as you speak, giggling. “want me to suck you off again?” he curls into himself looking at you flabbergasted. “stay back you devil woman!” you laugh at his dramatics as you see his junior pop up to look at you. “but… you’re already raring to go cowboy.” you teasingly crawl closer to him and he lets out a yelp, backing further into the couch covering his junk properly.

“back! back i say!” he smiles at your laughter, watching your brown eyes crinkle with tears in your waterlines. you still look so beautiful even after taking half his life force, he can’t help but think to himself… he definitely loves being yours.

𝗌𝗉𝖺�� 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[prettyinlimegreenboots]

Taking Comfort (In Your Arms) - Chapter 11

October 09, 1943, 1930 Hours

Returning to base and not having Buck meet them was eerie and strange and immediately, Addie hated it. In the four months she had known him, Bucky had never been so quiet. The entire train ride back from London was silence, uncanny silence. Their hands had been linked together and ever so often she would squeeze it just to remind him she was there for him, but Bucky was truly lost in his own thoughts. 

Pulling the jeep to a stop, Bucky didn’t even turn off the engine before jumping out, heading to the tower. Sighing, Addie grabbed the keys following behind him. Speeding up the stairs to the tower, she just caught the door before it slammed shut. She heard raised voices as she dropped the keys on her desk, raising an eyebrow at Josie. “Hi.”

“You’re back early.” She came over, wrapping Addie into a hug. Addie bit her lip, trying not to lose it as tears clouded her eyes. 

Josie felt the drops of water on her shoulder, raking her nails up and down Addie’s back as she hugged her a bit tighter. Josie didn’t say anything - there was nothing she could say. They were all feeling the loss of Buck and the rest of the boys. Addie let a few more tears fall before pulling back, running her fingers under her eyes catching any tears that had pooled there. Taking a deep breath, she fanned her face, looking into her best friend’s concerned eyes. “What’s -?” 

Her question was squashed when Bucky tore out of Harding’s office, not even glancing at her as he left the tower, slamming the door behind him. Another sigh escaped her, two sets of concerned eyes watching him leave. “He’s not taking it well?” 

“He hasn’t spoken since telling me that Buck went down and that we were coming back here.” She ran her hand through her hair. “I’m worried about him, but he hasn’t said anything. I know he’s going up for tomorrow's mission.” 

Josie’s eyes went wide. “And how are you?” 

“Ask me anything but that, Josie.” She whispered, letting her head fall, tears threatening to fall. “I need to go see Harding then check up on the men - Buck is their leader.” 

Her best friend nodded, tears slipping down her face. Addie’s eyes went wide with a realization. “God, Josie - DeMarco - I-I’m sorry.” 

“I cried with the girls last night. He slipped me a note before he left but when we got the news . . . Meatball has moved into our hut.” Josie put her hand on her mouth, muffling a sob. “God, why did it have to be those two?”

Addie pulled her into a hug, both girls crying as their hearts broke for one another.  Harding stepped out of his office, a frown on his face as he looked at the two. “Addie, welcome back, though it’s not the welcome back you expected.” 

“No, sir.” She wiped her eyes, giving him a look. “What needs to be done?” 

Harding leaned against the doorway, shaking his head. “Nothing for the moment. I would ask how Bucky’s doing but that would be a wasted question.” 

“You’re right, sir.” She sighed. “You’re going to let him go up, aren’t you?” 

It was Harding’s turn to sigh loudly, looking at Addie. “If I had anyone else, I would send them up but Bucky’s Bucky and the damn best I have. Besides, I think he might tear the base apart if I benched him.” 

Exhaling slowly, Addie nodded. “I know, it just sucks. He’s hurt and pissed as fuck as he should be - just doesn’t make a good combo.”

“You just have to trust that he knows his training and does his job to come home, Addie.” Harding gave her a sympathetic look, frowning. “Just like the other 20 missions he has done.” 

Addie returned his look with a cold one of her own. “One big difference - this time Buck isn’t by his side, the next plane over.” 

And with that, she turned, leaving the tower, hopping down the stairs, no destination in mind but needing to get out of the tower. The wind tousled her hair as she walked down the runaway, needing to clear her mind of the last 24 hours.  How could those last hours be some of the happiest and most devastating she had ever experienced? London was such a great time for her and Bucky to connect and take their relationship to the next level only for it to come crashing down just this morning. 

Tears clouded her eyes as she hit the tarmac. Throwing her head back, she opened her mouth and screamed, just as she had done weeks ago with Bucky. This time, though, she didn’t feel any better. Another scream escaped her mouth as arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a strong chest as she sobbed. Angry sobs escaped her mouth as she banged her hand against the chest, while a hand carted through her hair, attempting to calm her down.  Once the tears started, they didn’t stop, cathartic washing away all the joy and anguish of the last 24 hours. 

It could have been minutes or hours she stood there sobbing but eventually, her sobs turned to snubs as she got her crying under control. She didn’t know whose arms were around her, but she was thankful for them at that moment, catching her when she fell. Stepping back, she ran her fingers under her eyes, opening them fully for the first time in a bit to see Rosie standing there arms crossed over his chest with a concerned look on his face. “I’m not going to ask you if you’re okay because clearly you’re not.” 

“That’s not what a girl wants to hear, ever Rosie.” She gave him a mocking look, shaking her head attempting to clear the fog. “But thank you for catching me.” 

He tugged her into another hug. “I think the whole base heard you scream. I was just talking to Lemmons when I saw you walk by before screaming.”

“Someone told me that screaming helps.” She said returning the hug, stepping back. 

Rosing tucked his hands into his jacket, raising an eyebrow. “And did it help?”

“No, hence the second yell.” She sighed, running a hand through her hair, looking up at the sky. “I suppose you’re going up tomorrow as well?” 

Nodding, he bit his lower lip, giving her a once over. “Supposed to, yes. Just got out of a briefing and most of the guys will be going up tomorrow.” 

“Fuck.” She screamed, willing herself not to start crying again. “This sucks.” 

Rosie kept quiet, not knowing what to say to her. In the few weeks he had known her, he always knew what to say but this time, there were no words that could comfort her. “Where’s Bucky, Addie?” 

Shrugging, she pointed behind her. “Not sure. He stormed out of Harding’s office just before I came out here. He’s struggling, Rosie and I don’t know what to do to help. On top of all the heaviness, I feel utterly helpless and for the first time, I don’t know what to do. Buck is his best friend and if Buck could go down … what’s that say about everyone else?”

Her admissions hung heavy in the air, neither of them speaking. “You be there for him, Addie. That’s all you can do.” 

“And if it’s not enough?” She questioned, looking up at him with the saddest eyes he had ever seen. 

Rosie didn’t have an answer. Nodding, she gave him a look, turning on her heels, heading to the barracks. Stuffing her hands into her pockets, she kicked a rock as she walked, her head filled with everything and nothing all at once. Pulling open the door to the barrack, she walked past all of the girls who were idly chatting, dropping onto her bed, hugging her pillow tight. Meatball, seeing that she was back, came over, nudging her hand for attention. She carted her hand through his fur, as he jumped up on her bed, curling into her boy for comfort. With him settled, she let herself cry again, wanting all the hurt and anger to be expelled from her body, hoping when she was done, she would have a clearer mind on how to help Bucky, if she could help at all. 

2130 Hours

Pushing herself out of bed, she grabbed her flight jacket, throwing it on before slapping her thigh to get Meatball’s attention. Hopping off the bed, he followed her out of the quiet barrack as they made their way onto the runway.  Looking down the runway, she counted 17 forts that would be heading up in the morning. 

Passing by M'lle Zig Zig, she looked up to see movement in the cockpit. “Meatball, sit, stay.” 

Opening up the hatch, she flipped herself up into the belly of the plane. Silently walking the familiar pathway, she stumbled into the cockpit and her heart broke at Bucky sitting there staring out into nothingness. Saying nothing, she dropped into the pilot’s chair, giving him a once over. 

They sat in silence, Bucky offering her his flask. Taking it, she tilted some whiskey into her mouth with a grimace. Passing it back to him, she sighed, not knowing what to say at the moment. 

“Talk to me Bucky.” She whispered. 

Shaking his head, he titled it back against the seat with a sigh. “I don’t know what to say, Addie. I’m pissed and hurt and just want revenge on those bastards that shot Buck down. He is the best man I know and . . .” 

A sob caught in his throat as he shook his head. “Just fucking sucks, Addie.” 

“I know and there’s nothing I can say that’s going to change that fact and it kills me.” She whispered, looking over at him. “But you ignoring me hurts more. I know you’re torn up about Buck but how do you think that makes me feel - that I’ve already lost you both?” 

“I need to go up, Addie. You have to understand that. I can’t sit here waiting for news on . . .” His admission was left hanging in the air. A sigh escaped as he ran a hand down his face. “Addie, I’m coming home just as soon as we drop those bombs on Münster.” 

“I do understand, more than you’ll ever know. But the silence and shutting me out isn’t helping at all. Damnit John, you better come home because I can’t handle losing both you and Buck in a matter of days.” She whispered, scooting over to climb into his lap, just wanting to be close to him.  “I love you, John, come home to me.” 

Kissing her, he leaned back locking eyes with her. “I promise I will come home to you.” 

With that, the tears fell. The anger, frustration, worry, and concern all flowed through those tears as John held her tight, cooing and whispering, wishing he could take away her pain. “I’m sorry Addie.” 

Before long, her sobs turned to snubs as John reached up and wiped away her tears. She leaned her forehead against his chest, as he continued to press kisses to the top of her head. Both were lost in their own thoughts, John’s hand trailing up and down her back gently while she gripped his favorite coat tightly, afraid to let him go. 

October 10, 1943, 0430 Hours

Deeply inhaling, she tilted her head from side to side to get the kink out. She cracked open her eye, seeing that she was leaning against John. Eyes going wide, she realized they had fallen asleep inside the fort.  “John, wake up.” She nudged him, attempting to wake him, without scaring him. 

Groaning, he stretched, arms wrapping around her waist to keep her from falling as he opened his eyes. “We fell asleep.” 

“Yes, inside your fort.” She sighed, shaking her head. “Probably not the best sleep you should have gotten, especially since you’re heading up.” 

He smiled, sadly, trailing his finger down her cheek. “I got to hold you in my arms so it was a much better sleep than you would think.” 

“If you say so.” She smirked, ducking her head to meet his lips in a kiss. “I love you, Bucky.” 

“I love you, Addie.” He paused, eyes sweeping over her face as if he was memorizing it. His thumb traced her lips, as his eyes met hers. “You have my heart, always remember that and I will be coming back to you, pinky promise.”

“That’s a pretty serious promise, John.” 

He smiled, nodded, holding up his pinky. “Just like I promised that I’m going to marry you.”

She linked her pinky with his, a serious promise made between the two. 

Kissing him once more, she heard the roar of an engine, looking out the window seeing a jeep roaring closer to them. Sighing, she knew their time alone was quickly coming to an end. “Meet me before we head out to the hardstand?” 

“Of course. I have a tradition that I need to uphold.” She winked at him, getting off his lap, heading towards the belly of the plane, listening for him to follow her. 

She landed on her feet, a small smile on her face as she saw Lemmons walking towards the fortress. “Morning Lemmons.” 

“Morning Addie. Is Major Egan up there?” He asked, hoping out of the jeep, walking towards her. 

Nodding, she took a deep breath, looking out onto the field that was slowly being lit up by the rising sun. “He is.”

“Colonel Harding is lookin’ for him.” Ken drawled, giving Addie a look she knew all too well. 

Nodding, she sighed. “You can be the one to tell him that. I need to get back to the barracks, but I’ll see you later, Kenny.” 

“Addie?” She paused at the hesitancy in his voice. Turning, she gave him a questioning look, raising an eyebrow at him. “I was the last one to work on Major Cleven’s fort. Our Baby had a magneto issue in the second engine. I rode the wheel while they taxied and got it fixed.” 

She paused, eyebrows raised in awe. “You rode the wheel?” 

“Uh huh and got it fixed just before he and DeMarco took off for Bremen.” Kenny scratched the back of his neck. “I just needed you to know.” 

Nodding, she gave him an understanding look. “I haven’t read the report yet but I’m pretty sure that’s not what made them go down. The damn Germans caused Our Baby to go down. Now, thank you for telling me that. I know this isn’t going to be any comfort, but you made it so both he and DeMarco could go up to drop bombs, you didn’t make them not come home - only the Nazis did that.” 

With that, she nodded, heading towards the barracks. She had an important letter to write before she had to go meet Bucky. 

0600 Hours - 45 minutes until take off

Standing outside the hut, she wrung her hands together nervously. Something didn’t feel right to her, and she had a ball in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t know if it was the fear of something going wrong or just the worry for Buck’s sake, but she couldn’t shake it. 

The slamming open of the door pulled her out of her thoughts as she saw men exit the hut. Bucky was towards the rear, his eyes already scanning the area looking for her. He didn’t say a word but held out his hand for her to take, pulling her into him, a kiss for a greeting. Pulling away, she ran her hand down his favorite coat, smoothing out an invisible wrinkle. “Be safe, come home to me.” 

Looking up at him, she had tears already in her eyes, wishing she could be strong for him as he had so often been for her. Letting her head fall to his chest, she felt his arms wrap around her, squeezing her gently.  “I love you, Adelaide Marie Baker. I’ll come home to you, I promise.” 

Taking a deep breath, she felt his arms tighten again. Raising her head, she looked him in the eyes. She sighed, knowing their time was coming to an end, faster than they were ready for. “I love you John Clarence Egan, knowing that for today and all of our future days.”

Standing on her tiptoes, she kissed him, putting her entire feelings for him into that kiss. He pulled back, caressing her cheek with his thumb, trying to memorize her face. His blue eyes swept over her face, a sigh escaping his mouth. He dryly chuckled, leaning down and kissing her again. “Love you, Addie. I’ll be back in your arms just as soon as we drop bombs on those Nazi fucks.” 

A laugh escaped her mouth, despite the doom and gloom of the day ahead of her. “I think that’s my favorite face of yours Addie - the one where you carefreely laugh without a care in the world. That’s the one that I love the most.” 

“Don’t make me cry, Major. I’m already a ball of emotions with this.” She gave him a look, pushing up on her toes pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

Looking down at his bag, he nodded. He heard Brady yell for him, waving his hand behind him. “That’s my call - you going to watch us go up?” 

Shrugging, she gave him a look. “I typically don’t but today I might make an exception. Fly safe, come home - I’ll be waiting on the tarmac for you. I love you, John.” 

Pulling her into his arms, he gave her a hell of a kiss, leaving her lips tingling. A few catcalls came as he pulled back from her. “I love you Addie, see you later?” 

“See you later.”

She watched him walk away, heading towards the truck where Brady was standing. She watched him throw his bag into the truck before jumping up into it. He blew her a kiss, watching her catch it and hold it to her chest, before the truck started down the road, heading towards the tarmac. With a sigh, she headed towards the tower, slowly climbing the stairs, watching the trucks move towards the 17 planes. 

Walking out to the patio, she leaned against the railing, her back to the field as she took a deep breath, tilting her head back to catch the sunshine. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, too many emotions coursing through her as she thought about the last 48 hours. A slamming door pulled her out of her thoughts as she watched Harding come to stand beside her. “If the next words out of your mouth are ‘how are you’ you can head back inside. Don’t ask me that today of all days.” 

Harding chuckled at her. “Noted. You need the day off or do you need your mind occupied?” 

“Would rather be occupied and not have to sit and wonder what’s going on.” She confessed, crossing her arms over her chest. 

Harding raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to be in the command center?” 

“You’re giving me that option?” Her eyes went wide at his words. 

He nodded. “If you want to hang out there today, then I won’t stop you.” 

“While I appreciate the option, I will probably just be in the office today. I’m going to be worried no matter where I am on base.” She attempted a small smile, but it fell flat as she heard the planes start to roar to life. 

He placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze before nodding his head. “You do what you need to do, Addie. We’ve got your back.” 

“Appreciate that sir.” She nodded at him, turning to watch the first of the planes take off. She didn’t know where Bucky’s plane was, but she watched the remaining 13 line up to take off. Bowing her head, she said a prayer, asking whoever to watch over the boys as they completed their mission. 

As the last plane took off, she watched the line of planes disappear into the clouds. Sighing, she hung her head, and now the hard part - waiting. 

0730 - mess hall

Pushing her plate away, she looked across the table at Crosby. “This is the worst part.” 

He gave her a look. “Is it always like this?” 

“Oh! That’s right, this is your first time staying back at base.” She mused, resting her chin on her open palm. “Yes, it’s always like this. An eerie silence descends on the base, and everyone is on pins and needles waiting for the boys to return. You hold your breath until the call comes in that someone has seen planes. It never gets easier, Croz, unfortunately.” 

He was quiet, watching her. Along with the rest of the base, he had gotten to know her through drinks and shenanigans around the base. She had become a big sister to most of the guys, often turning to her for advice or words of wisdom. Though at this moment, all of his words failed him.

“You doing okay, Addie?” Croz asked, watching her bite her lip, meeting his eyes. 

Shaking her head, she mumbled a cuss under her breath. “I’m tired, worried, and scared, Croz. I just want Bucky to come home safe and keep hope that Buck and DeMarco and the rest of the boys are okay and safe. Until that happens, I don’t know if I’ll be alright.” 

Her words hung in the air, haunted as they were. Addie had always loved big, which was evident by her care for the boys around the base.  And without her people around her, she was half a person, yearning for those whose safety was unknown. Until they came back, Addie would be on pins and needles, waiting.

1300 Hours - Clearup Tower

Addie pushed away from her desk as Meatball wandered over, looking for pets and cuddles. She obliged him, running her hand through his fur as she pressed a kiss to his head. Sighing, her eye caught the clock on the far wall, knowing it was near the time the boys should be home. 

Slamming doors caught her attention, as she watched Kidd, Bowman, Harding, and Crosby all walk out to the patio and look off to the left. She heard a rumble of a plane touchdown, but something kept her rooted in her chair. The feeling of dread and the knot in her stomach both returned. 

Josie looked at her best friend. “Do you want me to go find out what’s going on?” 

Shaking her head, Addie sighed. “No, I need to hear it myself.” 

Pushing herself off her seat, she stood for a moment, gaining her balance. She put one foot in front of the other as she climbed the steps to the lookout. She heard Harding talk to someone on the radio followed by Kidd asking about the boys. “Where are our boys, Chick?” 

“He said none of them made it.” 

The gasp that tore out of her throat caused all the men to look at her, mixed emotions on all of their faces. “None of them?” 

The question was unanswered as a sole plane rumbled before touching down on the tarmac. “That’s one of ours.” 

“It’s one of the new guys, Rosenthal.” Kidd confirmed, Addie exhaling loudly at the fact. Her heart still thudded as she thought about Bucky and his plane. 

She heard the call come into the tower regarding wounded on board. The tears pricked her eyes as she looked to the skies, praying that more planes would be touching down. She watched Crosby, Bowman and Kidd head down the stairs before a hand touched her shoulder. “Addie, you need to stay here - do not come into interrogation. Let us figure out what’s going on then I’ll come back and tell you everything.” 

Nodding, she watched him go, a sob escaping her mouth as she put her hands on the railing, letting her head fall. She stood there sobbing, feeling someone wrap their arms around her shoulders, pulling her into them. No words were said. 

Picking her head up, she saw it was Josie who was holding her together. Reaching over, Josie wiped her loose tears away. “Harding mentioned that only one plane came back. He knew you would need someone. I’m so sorry Addie.” 

Clearing her throat, Addie looked at her best friend. “He didn’t want me in interrogation. He told me to stay here and wait. That’s all I feel like I've been doing, day in and day out, waiting.”

Josie didn’t have any words to say so she just squeezed Addie’s shoulder tighter. “Then we’ll wait together for news.” 

An hour passed, the two standing side by side on the lookout, watching the base continue on as if it was a normal day. Looking up at the sky, she sighed impatiently, the worst case scenario running through her head. As she went to ask Josie for the time, footfalls were heard on the squeaky steps leading to the tower. Looking over her shoulder, she saw both Harding and Rosie making their way to her. 

She started shaking her head immediately, as their faces said everything - John Egan wasn’t coming home. Bracing herself, her eyes narrowed on the two; clearly, they were unsure on how to tell her the news. “Just tell me.” 

“Egan went down over Germany. We saw 8 parachutes from his fort.” Rosie told her, sympathy in his eyes. “There was fire from the engine before we hit the IP, and they left formation.” 

She swallowed thickly, tears pricking her eyes. Looking skyward, she bit her lip, not wanting to break down again, especially in front of her CO. “Fuck.” 

“Crosby is already making calls, on both Buck and Bucky’s behalf.” Harding mentioned, watching Addie closely. “He’ll let us know as soon as he hears anything, though it may be days or months before that happens.” 

She knew the ways of war and knowledge of POWs wasn’t quickly disseminated. Though the logical part of her brain knew that they might never find out any news about the missing.  “Now what?” 

Neither man had any words for her. The question hung heavy in the air, both of them with sympathetic looks on their faces. “Addie, you need to prepare . . .”

Addie adamantly shook her head, giving him a cold look. “Do not, Harding. Do not even think that Buck and Bucky are dead somewhere in a field. No . . . they’re alive and probably in the Nazis’ hands, giving them hell knowing the two of them.”

Harding held up his hands in surrender. “Alright, I just wanted you to be prepared just in case. I’m with you on that. I believe they’re alive and we’ll have word about them soon but until then, it’s day to day here, Addie.”

Nodding, Harding gave her another look before sighing. “Kidd said he was looking for you - he’s in the command center. How about you head there?” 

She walked over to Rosie, pulling him into a hug. “I’m glad you and your crew are back safe.” 

Giving Josie, Harding, and Rosie another look, she headed down the stairs towards the command center. Anger radiated off her, she knew Harding meant well but it was too soon, too soon to give up hope that the men were just . . . gone. 

Shaking her head, she pushed open the door to the command center. She thought back to when John had called it the monkey house, the never-ending bustle and endless sound coming from the room. 

Entering the massive room, she paused for a moment to scan the room. Crosby was in his office, head down, looking at something, probably a map. Continuing to scan the area, she saw Bowman by the massive table in the middle of the room, probably planning out another mission. Kidd was standing beside him, arms crossed as the two quietly talked. 

Heading in their direction, the conversation immediately ceased when Kidd caught sight of her. “Addie.” 

“Kidd, Bowman.” She nodded at the two. Looking at Kidd, she raised an eyebrow. “Harding said you were looking for me.” 

Nodding, Kidd motioned her to follow him. Bowman gave her a silent look, asking her how she was holding up. Swaying her hand side to side, she shrugged. He pulled her into a side hug and whispered, “I’m here if you need to talk.” 

“Appreciate it, Red.” Giving him another look, she moved to follow Kidd. Zigzagging through the offices, she paused when he stopped at his office, eyes narrowing to his chair. A familiar coat was hanging off the back of his chair. Reaching for it, Kidd handed it to her. 

“Just before Bucky went up, he hopped off the truck to trade jackets with me.” Kidd said. “He was adamant that he needed my jacket, and he couldn’t take that one up.” 

Addie brought the jacket up to her nose to smell the familiar scent of John Egan - whiskey, tobacco, and sandalwood. “Did he say why he needed yours?” 

“All he said was that Buck hated this jacket.” Kidd chuckled, shaking his head. “I thought you would want it.” 

Biting her lip, she nodded, looking up at Jack Kidd. “Thank you. I appreciate you giving it to me.” 

“I know the next few weeks and months are going to be rough but I’m here if you need anything, Addie.” He offered her a sad smile, pulling her into a half a hug. “Since you’ve kept an eye on the base for so long, it’s only fair that we do the same for you now.”

She chuckled, giving him a look. “I’m afraid to ask what that means, but I appreciate it, Jack.” 

“You’ll be sick of us before long.” He called as she turned to walk out of his office.

Popping her head back in, she popped an eyebrow at him. “What makes you think that I’m not already sick of you all?” 

“You’re still here Addie. We haven’t scared you off yet.” He called back, chuckling as her lips pulled into a smile. 

Walking down the hallway, she spotted Crosby’s office and stood in the doorway, leaning against it. “Hi.” 

If her heart didn’t hurt so much, she would have laughed out loud at how fast his head popped up at her. Reaching behind him, he rubbed the ache in his neck as he gave her a concerned look. “Hi. What brings you here?” 

Showing him the jacket, she bit her lip, wanting anything but the tears to fall for the third time that day. “Kidd just gave it to me. Harding mentioned you were making calls.” 

“Depending on where they landed, it could be several days or weeks before they’re picked up by the Nazis and taken to a processing center. I got messages to several of the Allied bases just in case our boys found them first.” Crosby pushed himself off his chair, pulling Addie into a proper hug. “They’re going to make it Addie. It’s Bucky, Buck, and DeMarco all together. They’ll probably end up in a Stalag somewhere, attempting to make the Nazis’ lives more miserable than it already is.” 

“Harding attempted to prepare me for the worst. . .” She trailed off, stepping back from Crosby to see his eyes widen at the words. “Don’t worry, I gave him a verbal lashing for even thinking that. If I wasn’t already demoted to a secretary, I probably would’ve gotten myself thrown out.” 

Crosby threw his head back laughing at that. Addie eyed him before laughing alongside him. She couldn’t believe she talked to Harding the way she did. Then her mind wandered, and she sobered up and stopped laughing. Crosby noticed her far off look and squeezed her shoulder. “Addie, just because they’re not here, doesn’t mean you can’t laugh and have a good time. Yes, you’re going to be missing them, just like we all will but he’d want you to be happy while he’s away. Don’t lose the girl that’s been sunshine to this entire base the last few months. You can be sad, but don’t let that consume you. I’m giving you permission to be happy, despite the sadness that you’re feeling.” 

She let his words swirl around in her brain, biting her lip, torn between feeling the brief happiness of laughing and the fear and worry of her boys lost in Germany somewhere, helpless and probably scared.  She gave him another hug, appreciating he, along with others on the base, were looking out for her. “Thanks Crosby.” 

“You’re welcome. You know I will keep bugging the high-ups for information on all the boys we’ve lost and won’t stop until we get some answers.” He gave her a serious look. “But I’m also going to be on you about eating and taking care of yourself. Egan will kick my ass if we let you waste away while he’s gone.” 

Chuckling, Addie smirked, knowing he was right. “You and Kidd in on some kind of secret meeting?” 

“Add Rosie to that and you’re pretty darn close.” Crosby winked at her as she turned to the door. 

“Thanks Croz.” 

“Anytime Addie. See you at dinner?” He asked quietly. 

“See you at dinner.” She promised, pushing through his doorway, heading out of the command center. Her mind was a mess of thoughts, so she didn’t know where she was heading until she ended up walking back up the stairs to the tower. Pushing through the door to her office, she scanned the quiet area. Josie and Meatball were both gone, and Harding’s office door was open. She was alone in the room for the moment. 

Walking over to her desk, she saw an unfamiliar box sitting in the middle of it with a white envelope balanced on top of it. Picking up the envelope, she slid her finger under the flap, opening it and taking out the single sheet of folded paper. Leaning against her desk, she opened the letter, eyes scanning it. 

Addie, 

We heard about John and thought these missives should go to you. Anytime John went up on a flight, the last thing he would radio the tower was a message for you. A message that we would pass to you, just in case. Inside this box are all the missives he left you. The girls wrote down, word for word what he would say and we kept them all for you. 

These are John’s last words for all the missions he went up . . . all for you. 

Maddie

Dropping the letter to the desk, she reached for the box. It was an old shoebox, nothing fancy. Sighing, she knew she couldn’t open those in that office. Throwing John’s jacket on, she pushed her way out of the office, heading to the one place on base she could truly be alone. Stumbling along the unpaved ground, she all but collapsed amongst the wildflowers that her and John would often come to after a night out on the town. 

Settling onto the ground, she popped open the box, seeing slips of paper, all different colors and shapes sitting in the box. Picking them up, she noted that each one had the date on it and the mission they were going on. 

Tears were clouding her vision as she saw the first one - his first observation mission with the 305th - the one she didn’t know he was going up on. Tell Addie that she looked beautiful today and I’ll see her tonight at the officer’s club - I’m buying. A laugh escaped her mouth.

Flipping through them, she paused at the Regensburg one on August 17 - Tell my girl that I already miss her and it’s going to suck not seeing her for a few days. Though, if I survive meeting her brother, it’ll all be worth it. 

She laughed at that one, remembering how nervous John was to meet her brother and that trip to Africa. But in the end, her brother approved, and John seemed to have a new friend. He didn’t think she knew that he had been writing letters to her brother, but Addie accidentally saw a letter addressed to Charlie in John’s handwriting and it warmed her heart two of the most important men in her life were talking. 

Taking a deep breath, Addie picked up the one from just a few hours ago. This one was longer than the rest. Addie, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry. You reading this means I’ve gone down, and Maddie has given you all of these. I started leaving these little messages with the girls back before we were even dating - just wanted you to know you were the last thing I thought of before I took off for the mission. I love you, Addie and I promise you I’ll be coming home to you, just as soon as I can. Make me a promise, Addie? Don’t stop living your life because I’m not by your side - keep laughing, smiling and marching forward, Bluebird. Love you, my girl. 

Tugging the jacket closer to her, she let herself fall. Tears streamed down her face. Though it had been mere hours, she missed him. Missed his arms wrapped around her, sweet kisses on her neck and cheek. She missed his scent, though the jacket did an okay job at reminding her of that. She missed his gentle teasing, the wicked smile on his face and the way his eyes would soften after a tender kiss. 

“Fuck.” She whispered, hastily wiping her eyes. Looking skyward, she attempted to calm her racing heart and willed the tears to go away. She was tired of crying, but the unknown and scaredness didn’t seem to be going away anytime soon, so the tears were necessary. 

Looking out across the base, she spied Rosie’s one shot up fort sitting there, the lone sign that one crew out of 17 made it back. They were the lucky ones, though she asked Rosie, he would tell her luck had very little to do with it. Sighing, she pushed that thought out of her mind, pushing herself off the ground, tucking the box in her arm before heading back to her hut. She just wanted to lay down, and pray  when she woke up, this was all a dream. 

Walking towards the hut was quiet. Flipping over her watch, she saw that it was just past 1500 hours. It seemed like a lifetime had passed since Rosie broke the news to her, yet it was just an hour and half. Pausing in front of her hut, she wiped her face, sighing loudly, opening the door. Thankfully no one was waiting for her inside. 

Walking down the aisle towards her bunk, she tossed the box on her bed, toeing off her shoes before she noticed it. It was a locker that someone had slid between her and Josie’s bed. Sitting heavily on the bed, her heart broke all over again. Major John C. Egan was stamped on top of it. 

Biting her lip, she leaned forward, unclicking the locks before pushing the top open. All of his worldly possessions were right there in that locker.  The Guy and Dolls book that he was often found reading, a photo of her (how he got it, she’ll never know), the letters from his family back home. All of it sitting there, untouched and now belonging to her. 

Letting the locker lid slam shut, she clicked the locks shut before toeing off her shoes. Laying on the bed, still in John’s jacket, she silently let the tears fall, her heart breaking for the fourth time that day, wishing more than anything it was his arms wrapped around her, instead of his favorite jacket. 

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Chapter 12

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Monday (6x14)

As a little girl, Pam believed that God and the Devil were real and Hell is a place where the damned go to suffer. An actual abyss that sucks you in and tortures your soul over and over again for eternity, and nothing ever changes. But that can’t be right. Because Pam’s soul is suffering right now, and she is very much alive.

She bites her nails nervously as Agent Mulder enters the Cradock Marine Bank where her boyfriend will inevitably blow its brick walls to bits. 

Again.

She’s been forced to watch Fox Mulder bleed to death as his partner quietly sobs over the bloody bullet wound in his chest time and time again. Pam’s probably lived this day a hundred times over. A thousand, it seems. She’s not sure if she wishes witnessing mass murder would become any easier, but she knows that feeling the blast of Bernard’s bomb vibrating her bones in her sleep never does. It’s an endless nightmare from which she never wakes. No matter what she says or does to interfere, the outcome always ends the same damn way. Another Monday, another twenty-four hours of suffering and death. 

Because this is her hell, where nothing ever changes.

And Pam cannot fucking take it anymore. 

“Ma’am.” Agent Scully slaps her badge against the car’s window. “Come with me, please.”

A rush of hope rises within Pam’s chest. Does the agent remember now too? “What’s this about?” 

“My partner said you’d know,” Scully says as the door of Bernard’s rusted car slams shut. Pam nods and starts jogging across the street. “So what’s going on?”

“This isn’t supposed to happen,” Pam explains, like it’s the very first time, approaching the bank with her heart in her throat. “Things got fucked up somehow the first time around. Those people in there aren’t supposed to die. You and your partner aren’t… But dammit, it just keeps happening!” 

The agent’s wide eyes dart to the Cradock’s shade-drawn windows, and Pam can practically see a jolt of fear for her partner inside burst through the piercing blue of them. This woman might finally believe enough to make a difference. 

“Mulder said something about déjà vu,” she murmurs, confused. 

“A time loop,” Pam corrects, gripping the door handle. “That’s the only explanation.” 

“And you need us to break it.”

Tears of frustration sting Pam’s eyes. “I think you’re the only ones who can.”

Shouting through the glass jerks Pam into action. She flings the bank’s doors open and gapes at Bernard aiming one gun at an hysterical woman and another at Agent Mulder’s face. 

The next moments of tension tangle together to join the knot of anxiety in Pam’s gut.  

“Drop it!” Agent Scully orders with her own gun pointed at Bernard’s head as he swings one Sig Sauer over to face off with Scully’s.

Pam’s boyfriend is scared now. Scared and angry, and desperate. A dangerous combo. “Get away from her, Pam.”

“Drop it now!” 

“You drop it!” Bernard’s hands shake and the loaded weapons wobble in his grasp. He’s not going to give up this insane plan to make their lives better. Our life will be a garden, he always says, full of flowers instead of a shithole. 

Agent Mulder’s calm as he says, “Listen to me, Bernard.”

Bernard shakes his head. “Get her out of here.”

“You get her out of here!” Mulder shouts. “You're dooming her! You're making her live this day over and over again — her, you, me, all of us.”

Bernard panics. “What the hell are you talking about?” 

“Every day you die here and every day it starts all over again. You can't want this for her! It's hell!”

Pam feels fresh tears roll down her cheeks at the truth in the agent’s words. 

“Hell?” Bernard scoffs. “I'm doing this for her.”

Just like that, her heart breaks all over again. Every morning Bernard promises that, soon, everything will be roses. But roses die, and so does everything else. 

“Listen to him, Bernard,” Pam pleads, but it’s like he doesn’t even hear her. 

The usual kind, soft-spoken man she’s slept beside for the last six years is simply gone. They shout, argue back and forth about the bomb strapped to her boyfriend’s chest, and Pam could not be more desperate for something to change the outcome this time. 

“Come on, Bernard,” Pam’s entire body trembles. “Let's go.”

As soon as she thinks he’s actually going to listen, to put the weapons down and get out of here with a pulse this time, a chorus of police sirens echo through the city. 

Bernard’s eyes flash with absolute fury. 

“You son of a bitch!” Bernard screams as he swings the gun’s barrel toward Mulder. Not again!

Seconds slow to a snail's pace. Something or someone needs to be the force of action for this needle of repetition to escape its groove, and as Bernard’s finger squeezes the trigger, Pam has a sudden stomach-churning thought that maybe that someone is her. 

“NO!” Pam screams as dives forward, feeling Bernard’s bullet rip through her chest. 

Her ears ring as she hits the floor. She can’t breathe. Her lungs feel like lead, and all the time she’s spent reliving this day is suddenly meaningless.

Fox Mulder kneels beside Pam, holding her hand, his face full of compassion. She feels no pain. No suffering anymore. 

“This never happened before…” Her blurry eyes shut as the abyss of this never-ending Monday finally comes to an end. It seems, for Pam, the only way to escape the time loop from Hell is to die and go to Heaven.

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@monikafilefan

[ca-suffit]

I just wanted to say I really appreciate your thoughtful analysis on the books. It's really infuriating how people don't want to discuss the way that Anne just tends to put the grooming in the story and then instantly act like the perpetrator (often Marius) was actually a super kind person in the next scene. Thank you!

hi and thank u!

it's always been frustrating here that ppl don't want to allow any conversations around this to happen. I don't *care* whatever ppl take from the books and want to do with it, but it's the inability for most of them to allow anyone *else* to discuss it either.

the books have a *lot* of triggering content if ur an abuse surviver of any kind, but especially sexual. it's not light stuff at all, it's rly bad bcuz she keeps taking the side of the abuser and telling the victims to just be quiet and love the person anyway. ppl should know about this before reading any of it. it doesn't take away from anyone's personal trauma to talk about this stuff.

ppl don't want to talk about it bcuz it's too close to talking about their real shit, so they make it into a Daddy Kink or whatever and then scream at anyone else who *wants* to talk about it like it's a bad thing. these two sides *don't* have to clash like they do?? trauma comes out in all kinds of ways and everyone has their own path to managing it. but that's a lot of why it sucks here. these books attract damaged ppl and fandom environments already promote abuse to "handle" having different opinions, so it becomes worse p instantly. over nothing. stuff we shouldn't have any issue discussing. ppl should be able to avoid critical discussions without issue if they'd prefer to not do that just like ppl should avoid romanticizing it if they don't want to.

it's gotten worse since anne rice died too bcuz now a lot of traumatized ppl who attached to her when they were younger take any criticism of her or the books even *more* personally. there's a lot to criticize about the books *and* her so it's a bad fucking combo. but ya I'll always talk about stuff and give space for examining these things. a lot of ppl want to do it, this fandom just doesn't like for it to happen.

[astarab1aze]

Obligatory Sunday Post - Kaede Edition

kaede has a little bit of an oral+cum combo fixation. the type that leaves him on his knees, between someone’s legs, for hours at a time, cleaning up the mess. there are too few things he enjoys, and this is one of them. he loves it. can’t get enough. wants to greet his partners with head when they walk in the door after a horrible day at work, wants to push them down to sit on the sofa so he can look up at them with pretty, hazy eyes while he pleases them. pupils dilated, breaths all heavy, just positively enamoured with eating, sucking, swallowing, hollowing his cheeks, gently clawing into thighs, hearing them gasp and moan and even huff his name. and when they finally burst, he’s there to lap up the mess - happily so. and then make them cum again, till they’ve got nothing left to give.

while he doesn’t necessarily enjoy the consistency, the scent drives him wild. musky, sometimes salty, sometimes sweet, but wholly arousing in a way he doesn’t fully understand. in his mind, it’s just one of those things, and he’s resigned himself to it, accepted it, so he can’t really be with anyone who isn’t willing to sit down and let him give them head like his life depends on it, as the gods intended. especially if they’re not willing to cum in his mouth or on his face. boring, blocked and deleted…the whole nine. literally refuses to be with anyone who can’t take it.

which brings me to my next point: why he needs someone who’s good with their hands. fingers in his mouth, as a concept, makes him drool, makes him hard on a dime. hands are what people use to touch, feel, harm, please, experience the world in ways different than the other senses, and serves as a bridge between one person and the next. he sexualizes the hell out of that connection, honestly, probably because he’s touch-starved and lonely but i digress. so when hands are on him, fingers poking and prodding at his most sensitive spots or hooking into his mouth, he’s putty in his partners’ hands. weak in the knee and willing to take whatever’s given, to let them take whatever he has.

with all that said, however, he’s still something of a complete damsel. a pillow prince, if you will, on account of how easy it is to overwhelm him ( when you don’t fuck often, things get a bit sensitive ). it used to be that he’d seek out the roughest sex imaginable because it stimulates so much of him, shuts him down, factory reset type shit. but over time, he’s become more inclined to take his time, spoil his partners rather than have them almost…fight him for his affection - it’s more rewarding to feel around, experiment, and get to know his partners this way, and for them to get to know him, just by going with the flow and letting things ride. foreplay gets heavy emphasis, in this respect. lots of focus there.

oh ! here’s a fun fact to finish this off: he’s a monsterfucker. if it fits, he sits, s'all i’m sayinnnn’.

[inun4ki]

since it's sunday and all-- ( ͡❛ ᴗ ͡❛)

kaede has a little bit of an oral+cum combo fixation. the type that leaves him on his knees, between someone's legs, for hours at a time, cleaning up the mess. there are too few things he enjoys, and this is one of them. he loves it. can't get enough. wants to greet his partners with head when they walk in the door after a horrible day at work, wants to push them down to sit on the sofa so he can look up at them with pretty, hazy eyes while he pleases them. pupils dilated, breaths all heavy, just positively enamoured with eating, sucking, swallowing, hollowing his cheeks, gently clawing into thighs, hearing them gasp and moan and even huff his name. and when they finally burst, he's there to lap up the mess - happily so. and then make them cum again, till they've got nothing left to give.

while he doesn't necessarily enjoy the consistency, the scent drives him wild. musky, sometimes salty, sometimes sweet, but wholly arousing in a way he doesn't fully understand. in his mind, it's just one of those things, and he's resigned himself to it, accepted it, so he can't really be with anyone who isn't willing to sit down and let him give them head like his life depends on it, as the gods intended. Especially if they're not willing to cum in his mouth or on his face. Boring, blocked and deleted...the whole nine. Literally refuses to be with anyone who can't take it.

which brings me to my next point: why he needs someone who's good with their hands. fingers in his mouth, as a concept, makes him drool, makes him hard on a dime. hands are what people use to touch, feel, harm, please, experience the world in ways different than the other senses, and serves as a bridge between one person and the next. he sexualizes the hell out of that connection, honestly, probably because he's touch-starved and lonely but i digress. so when hands are on him, fingers poking and prodding at his most sensitive spots or hooking into his mouth, he's putty in his partners' hands. weak in the knee and willing to take whatever's given, to let them take whatever he has.

with all that said, however, he's still something of a complete damsel. a pillow prince, if you will, on account of how easy it is to overwhelm him ( when you don't fuck often, things get a bit sensitive ). it used to be that he'd seek out the roughest sex imaginable because it stimulates so much of him, shuts him down, factory reset type shit. but over time, he's become more inclined to take his time, spoil his partners rather than have them almost...fight him for his affection - it's more rewarding to feel around, experiment, and get to know his partners this way, and for them to get to know him, just by going with the flow and letting things ride. foreplay gets heavy emphasis, in this respect. lots of focus there.

oh ! here's a fun fact to finish this off: he's a monsterfucker. cursefucker, if you wanna be specific ig. if it fits, he sits, s'all i'm sayinnnn'.

[mangacat201]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Coming back with a new snippet of the Eddie vs. bondage fic, since I managed to transcribe most of what I've written so far and add some today in a truly unprecedented amount of daily words (for me) rn. This is a bit later than the Teaser Tidbit, but introduces my OFC whom I'm very excited to get to know better. Tagged is who interacted with my first post, which I've pinned now, so if you'd like to be added to and updated, interact with that one, I guess. OK, here goes nothing:

Upon closer inspection, it reads “The Sphere” in a gorgeous cursive neon-light script, but there is no bass hammering from inside the walls that would point towards a run of the mill dance club. His feet make the decision for him before his head catches up. The entrance opens into a short stairwell that goes down in near darkness and then leads into an open space bar that has Eddie stopping dead for the second time tonight if for vastly different reasons.

This… is definitely not his scene.

It’s all read and burnt orange indirect lighting, exposed bulbs and retro shades that give it the vibe of a prohibition speakeasy with a modern twist. The centrepiece is a gorgeous mahogany bar and the booths set back into the walls are decked out with velvet of such a dark shade of burgundy, it looks black in the shadows. There’s a reasonable number of patrons around, but it’s not terribly busy. In his ordinary jeans, t-shirt and khaki jacket combo Eddie feels… not underdressed precisely, but just slightly to the left of what seems to be the norm here. It’s almost enough to make him turn on his heel again, but the few eyes that glance his way sweep over him without judgement and a stubborn little voice in the back of his head tells him to <i>stop fucking running already, it’s embarrassing.</i>.

It’s a bar, they serve alcohol, presumably, which is what he’s looking for right now – that, and a little quiet. So he makes his body move, sits down on a barstool at the far side and orders a shot of top-shelf tequila just because he can and after having thrown it back, tells the bartender to make the next one a double, which he plans to stretch out into a good couple of hours of wallowing.

Eddie has been slowly sipping at his glass, shoulders a little hunched and vaguely people watching through the mirror behind the shelves of alcohol for maybe not quite an hour as the bar has filled up around him. Still, his fuck-off-vibes have been strong enough that nobody has approached him so far.

“That drink looks like it’s got a long story attached to it.”

The voice drifts in over his shoulder and Eddie feels himself involuntarily snap to attention – the impulse still not trained out of him by almost a decade of civilian life – as a body slides onto the barstool next to his. The woman isn’t touching him, not even leaning in. Still, her unbidden presence is somehow too close for comfort. Eddie debates ducking lower over his drink, pretending he hasn’t heard, but at the same time, the sudden attention creates an itch to be present somewhere that is not the inside his own head at the same time.

He turns his head just enough so he can take in his new companion – gorgeous, full auburn hair, (which has kind of become like a red rag to a bull for him, but hers is darker, shot through with flecks of brown, like fall leaves), laugh lines settled around her eyes and graved into her cheeks that put her maybe a decade and half ahead of him. Not the usual kind of LA beauty, but with a spark in her expression that draws you in. She looks at him curiously, clearly aware he’s just as likely to turn down her offer of conversation than take her up on it, but also telegraphing that she wouldn’t judge him either way.

Maybe it’s that kind patience, maybe it’s the need to tell <i>someone something</i> of what a shit show his life is right now underneath it all, but that he’s trying, god, he’s trying so damn hard to keep it together, and…

“Have you ever done the right thing, but it sucked so much going down that it feels like it’s coming back all the way around to being the wrong thing again?”

The woman leans onto the bar, half turned towards him, lifts her eyebrow and snorts:

“Oh boy. One of those ones, huh?”

Eddie sinks down over his glass, momentary impulse to share already depleting.

“I’m sorry, you’re definitely not interested in wading into my mess, trust me.”

“Oh, I beg to differ. I’m definitely interested. See, I love to delve into people’s stories. Pull on each thread until the knot slowly unravels and you get a sense of what the whole tapestry might look like. Or put it together into a completely new picture, who knows… And you”, she circles the finger of her free hand at him, “look like a particularly interesting knot.”

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[official-mistah-j]

>:D

i will support, if im able to use freedom of speech.......tumblr and im sorry if some of this is adult lol..

im cracked out on energy drinks lol

iif u drink with them its -- similiar to cocaine

tweakin around town, the devil said.

he is, not me. methademic.

we were snugglin and i fell asleep next to him.

they want to use my imagiination to make things.

i got a special thank you. buying some books. like they knew who iw as. "the giver" yes. imparting the old ways to the youthful

you know, when they take our guns, they're going to kill you.

a ti found out you can make them with a 3d printer. be my bodyguards. im building an army.

she calls canada the mother land. and i smil ea bit. people are appraochable, friendly to visitors, and i am a southern gentleman, --

i have this book---

"the ladys tutor"

yes i am a bit older than harley, yet so is she in her ways--

the men are lobotomizing anyone who dares challenge them, my typos are hilairous, and saying women are hysterical and too emotional.. and they're saying they're not. and trying to control our bodies (it wont end there) and put "trans-guys" in thier place,, some people call us "goys" and shemales, drag queens ugh lol, no one says anythin gto my face, they know i got assault charges, i scream nine and one and on ein my head because it lights me up in a way when you add too muhc blackpepper loll i love pepper...they drain my strength ugh.... mom still threatens me lol.. i know not to hit a lady, esp in the face, lol.. but she be driving me.. im surprised im not dead .., and it fucking sucks so bad, i hate them so much, or hermaphrodites, two souls, they are saying im a gift from god, DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM....DO NOT TOUCH THE HOLY MAN, *KOOZCO MODE*

when i even consider some veterans to be manchildren compared to me. Im the f******** Joker. Jester. They can make fun of The King, and do anything they want. Its partially intentional. It aint a genetic thing,I had severa,got banged up, and lumps, fell down and i got right back up. it was astral bullets, with satan, i gave him my life force, as a vampire count, and he said im strong as 2ooo lions, and Ikiiinda need it back, but thanks for not letting ppl do the thing they were doiing um--, .

they , the hallucination slol, the v2k idk, were calling the cigarette butts were bullets, they said they're real. they played pictures in my head. or. or. i made it up. is this real??? i am playing in psychosis, and playing hatter, and giving harley a world where nothing can hurt her...or my brain showed me the picture somehow. or a combo.

by the way i want to seductively play mortal kombat.

i have a ps4.. not very fun by yourself.. =//

sims and god of war and skyrim and some otha shit.

sims was f******* wweird man asking me

kinda excellect questions, but im a newbie oto this. im from the south. lol. theres not ... im from nola, and am trapped in the tart pit of its fucking retarded cousin.

our family was the advisors of the town, and the warriors, brains beauty N Brawn..but we were crazy.. they made deals with demons.

im telepathic. with eminen, listening to them old songs. i had albino birds, fish, bunnies....trying tell me a thing.. but i hate the sun, and it burns. im allergic.

im Walter-- Lmao.. rescuing my family, who could care less. The devil hangs around idk, idk, I pray. I felt like The joker abt to be baptized in the Mississippi lmao, avoiding white, I want to go the Satanic church and get unbaptized, lucy in the sky with diamonds (years ago), makes u see all that weird, and Set is a desert god.. Like it makes u think differently about water.

And bullies are losers.

its not f****** funny either.

have you ever noticed evil peopl kinda hae small heads. lol.