#this is just a oc… that represents my fear

[softal0]

deneil

[hellesponts]

The Hellespont Twins moodboard.

[drop-the-curtain-123]

ok very specific gripe about assassination classroom

But how comes the series is all "be yourself, use your hobbies, despite everyone judgement, for good" then just... Never questions the roasting of Mimura air guitaring?

Look at my boy! He's so unwell afterwards

Ik now there are more scenes later in the manga that again use it as a Punchline. It just encapsulates that weird gap of "things that are just never Not the Joke/Mocked" which kind of defeats the show messaging 😭

t's not even used in a "do it anyway, grow strong and proud" like some others, it's just. There.

(hi rinka btw happy belated birthday to you)

Anyway unconsequential nitpicking rant over, have a good day.

[artekai]

I should play P5S and make it about my OCs somehow

[girlcraft2003]

anxiety kinda kicking my ass w stress so I made this to cope

[jmstoesblog]

It’s not over

Pairing: possessive! Ex-boyfriend! Jungkook x fem!reader

released: 15.03.24

Summary: Seems like the story with your ex was not over yet.

Warnings: smut, makeout, humping, fingering, dirty talk, little degradation, public sex, sex in the restroom, somebody hearing you two, he calls oc a bitch,

Wc: 2,200+

Note: this is my first time writing smut, let me know if I could do anything better. I wanna improve myself. Also the character “sehun” is not supposed to represent anybody. He’s just an imaginary character. I left the ending open cause I don’t know how to end it 😭 not proofread!!

Masterlist

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“Thank you.” You smile at the boy, sehun, as he pulls out the chair for you.

You’re on a date with him. He’s your work friend who’s had a crush on you for a looongg time.

When he got to know you broke up with your ex- boyfriend—Jungkook— he could finally ask you out but you rejected him because you weren’t ready to be in a new relationship yet. After a few months— 3 exactly— you decided to give in and have one date with sehun.

He’s not really your type but you’re giving it a chance because, why not? Jungkook wasn’t your type either and you two dated for two and a half year.

Jungkook knows what he wants, he’s bold, can be a asshole sometimes, is a pervert, only thinks with his dick… and the list goes on.

But on the other hand he is very sweet, caring, funny and cute!

But dating him was…. different.

He is really possessive and gets jealous easily which results in you two having angry sex.

But you still loved him…… until he got too much and you decided you two are better off alone.

Jungkook was heartbroken and tried getting back with you but you stood your ground. He would buy you gifts and flowers. Come to your work at lunchtime and try to take you out. You remember one time it was raining like crazy and he was outside of your house on his knees, begging you to take him back, and promised to be better.

You were stubborn and didn’t give in because you knew he wouldn’t change.

A month ago he stopped all of this and finally left you alone. You’re not going to lie you do miss him but it’s better this way.

“So, what do you want to order?” Sehun sweetly smiles at you and holds your hand which is on the table.

You smile back and hope he doesn’t notice you’re uncomfortable with him touching you like that, “The steak sounds good. I think I’ll order that.”

“I heard the steak here is the best!” He smiles, you smile back. He has a cute smile!

After he placed both orders, he tried to start a conversation with you as you were not trying to bother to start one.

It hurt him because he knows you’re not like that. You talk a lot but he just assumed you were in a bad mood.

“I’m sorry, I just feel weird.” You apologize noticing his uneasy state.

“Why? What’s wrong?” He’s so sweet, you feel bad for behaving like that.

“It’s nothing, just a weird feeling.” He nods, not questioning you further.

After the drinks arrived, you gulped down the water and almost spit it all out.

Jungkook was here.

He was smirking when you looked at him with shock and fear in your eyes. He was sitting a few tables away from you.

He head skinny jeans on, hugging his thick thighs. He is wearing his usual combat boots, a black shirt with a leather jacket. He is wearing many jewelry’s like rings, chains, bracelets and not to forget his piercings. Silver hoops adorn his ear on both sides, his hair is parted in the middle and don’t hide his eyebrow piercing. Looking down you notice two lip rings. Oh god.

His smirks widens at you checking him out like that. He still has that effect on you.

“I-I need to use the bathroom.” You cut him off and leave, not waiting for a response.

You enter the bathroom and enter a stall.

“Shit! What do I do!? Why is he here?? Ugh!” You groan in frustration.

After a month of leaving you and giving you hope he’s leaving you alone, he comes back?!

The bathroom door gets opened and from under the stall you see…. black combat boots….. he whistles noticing the restroom is completely empty, except you hiding somewhere.

He whistles louder and opens the first stall door. Empty. He slams it back shut and opens the next one. Empty. He slams it back shut and opens the next one. Empty again. He slams it shut. He keeps going until he is in front of the stall in which you are in.

He whistles even louder.

“Oh, baby.” He laughs. “Open the door. Wanna talk to you.”

“No, are you crazy? You can’t just come into the ladies room like that!”

“Calm down, nobody’s here… except us, so open the door while I’m asking nicely.”

You take a deep breath and open the door, “Look, you have to go, we’re over.” You try to make him understand.

“You decided that! You didn’t give me any chance to prove myself! You just told me that right of the bat and left without hearing me out first!”

He takes a step closer, standing in the doorway now.

“You just gave up on our relationship— our love— like that! You didn’t give us a chance. You didn’t give me a chance to prove myself, I’ve changed!”

He takes another step.

“Why don’t we give us another chance?” He now speaks in a softer voice, trying to convince you. “I will forget about that little boy waiting outside, yeah baby?”

“If you choose to come with me now, all is forgotten baby. I’ll treat you dinner after that we go to my place and I’ll fuck the daylights out of you, yeah?”

You roll your eyes at him. “You’re only thinking with your dick right now, Jungkook!” You push him back. “I have had enough! I don’t want to be with you! Why can’t you understand!?” You yell at him.

He clicks his tongue, “i have had enough too, you know? You’re acting like a bitch right now, you know that? I’m trying to save our relationship and you’re acting like some stupid bitch.” He takes a step closer and closes the stall door with his foot.

He pulls you closer by your waist. “Why can’t you understand? It’s simple, I want you, you want me.”

“It’s not that simple. You act like a possessive controlling freak. And I’ve had enough of it.”

“I don’t want to be with yo—“

He slams you against the wall and smashes his lips against yours, kissing the life out of you. You try pushing him but he’s too strong.

“What do you even see in him, huh?” Jungkook mumbles against your lips, “bet he can’t even satisfy you,” he chuckles darkly, “can’t even protect you, like I do.” He kisses you again, “can’t make you laugh like I do.”

Your lips and his lips are swollen from all the kissing, he smirks at the sight, “you look so pretty,” he smiles, “you even dressed up…. for him.” His smile drops.

“It’s a date, did you expect me to come in sweatpants and a torn shirt?” You state the obvious, in a duh tone.

“No, I expected you to not come to this date at all. We’re not finished, how can you start dating after 4 months? Did the two and a half years mean nothing to you?” You can tell he’s hurt by your actions.

You feel……guilty?

You do love him, but it was getting too much for you.

“I changed. I really did, baby. Give me a chance and I’ll prove myself to you.” He sounds sincere.

He closes the space between you two and gently kisses you, holding your head in his large hands. This time you kiss back, lost in the pleasure.

He moves his head down and starts sucking on your neck. Soon his gentle sucking turns into harsh biting, you moan at the feeling. He makes sure to mark your whole neck, so everyone knows who you belong to. Especially sehun.

“Fuck,” Jungkook mutters, “you smell so good.” Jungkook come back up and pecks your lips before telling you to jump which you do. You wrap your legs around his waist and give him a squeeze, “want you.” You whine, Jungkook clicks his tongue, “oh? Now you want me?”

“You wanted me to beg, baby? Is that it?”

Your core is right above his hard cock. You start humping and moan in delight, “feels good, baby?” He chuckles into your ear.

He presses his hand firmly on your clothed pussy, “I can already feel you drippin’ for me.”

He slaps your count making you wince. He torns your panties, you gasp, “they were expensive!”

“Don’t worry I’ll buy you hundreds of them.” He mumbles before leaning in to kiss you. In the kiss he slaps your bare pussy causing you to gasp and grip his shoulders tighter, your arousal is on his hand.

He uses the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth and explore it. He sucks on your tongue and moans.

He circles your hole and abruptly pushes a finger in. He knows you like being fingered while he is wearing rings, sometimes it hurts but that adds to the pleasure. The mix of pain and pleasure is just too good.

You hide your face in his neck, “s- so good!” You moan, “yeah? You like that?” He says in a husky voice.

“You like it hard, don’t you? You filthy slut.” You whine at his words, getting more turned on. He sinks another finger in.

His wrist flicks up, fingers going in and out of you at a fast pace, “want more,” you bite his neck to quieten your moans, “more?” He asks you, you nod, “please.” You beg.

Jungkook likes being in control and having you beg for him, turns him on and boosts his ego.

“Please, what baby? What do you want?”

“Want you in me,” he leaves little kisses on the side of your face, “Yeah? want my cock in you?” He whispers in your ear.

You nod, your mouth parting from the pleasure. Jungkook chuckles at your state.

Just as you’re about to come, he pulls away, “I was about to,” you don’t finish your sentence as you whine. Jungkook lazily smiles, “I’m gonna give you something better.”

You unwrap your legs around him and stand on your own legs. He pushes his pants down along with his underwear after unzipping his pants. You drool at the sight of his hard, thick, veiny cock.

You drop to your knees, ready to suck him off. But Jungkook stops you, “As much as I would like to have my cock in your mouth, I don’t have the patience to wait anymore.”

He pulls you up by your shoulder and slams his cock into you, he swallows your moans and screams by kissing you. He doesn’t move, letting you adjust to his size.

“Fuck, baby! You’re so tight.”

He starts moving slow, letting you feel all of him. “Faster,” you plead.

He starts going faster and smacks your asscheek before groping it and giving it a good squeeze.

Meanwhile, sehun is sitting at the table wondering why you’re taking so long. He decides to look for you, “maybe she needs help? or something happened!?” He gasps, standing up and making his way to the restroom.

“Should I go in? No, I can’t.” He talks with himself.

Meanwhile you’re having one of the best fucks ever, Jungkook grips your chin and leans forward, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Did she leave? No, no, her purse is still here.” Sehun talks with himself, earning glances from people but he doesn’t care, “is she taking a poop? That long?”

“Jungkook im sorry,” you apologize and he starts laughing, he throws his head back, “now you’re sorry? Once you get this cock your brain starts thinking? Aren’t you a pathetic little slut?”

You whine loud at his words. You know he doesn’t intend to hurt you with his words.

“Will you come back to me now?”

Tears start rolling down your tears, you nod. He smirks, “all it took was a fuck?” He laughs at you, mocking you.

“Y/n?” A gentle knock is heard.

You widen your eyes and jungkook doesn’t stop thrusting into you. He slowed down his pace tho.

“Y/n , are you in there? Are you okay? Did something happen?” Jungkook rolls his eyes at him and you shoot him a glare, before you’re able to speak Jungkook starts thrusting into you fast, skin clapping sounds resonating of the walls.

You moan loudly and sehun widens his eyes and quickly leaves. Not just the door but the restaurant.

He saw Jungkook earlier but thought it’s coincidence that your ex boyfriend is also here. But seeing him follow you after you went to the restroom was weird. He had a feeling something was fishy and he was right. Guess your story with your ex boyfriend didn’t end yet.

“That’s right, baby. Let him know who you belong to.” You moan louder, “good girl.” He praises you.

“Just like that. Good.” He grunts.

You’re too lost in all the pleasure, forgetting your ‘date’.

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Do NOT copy or translate

Thanks for reading 💕

Masterlist Next door

[chrzanaptor]

a reblog I got inspired me to post. yap under cut!

don't worry! I have lots and lots more of morpho, and galacta, and morphogala, and all that... and more... I just have to remember to spite my anxiety more often. It's not "old and dated and I can do better", brain, I love my art! I love to draw! this time watermarking is a bit more aggressive, still figuring it out. once again dipping into my AU, just lightly, because this was supposed to be a test title cover for an RPG maker game I wanted to make, to tell the story of it. You can guess how that went. I gave up on it... not the AU, the game. here's other versions:

Not so graceful watermarking here, I know, they're unfinished so I don't care. I don't really like the one on the right. I couldn't get it right somehow. The one of the left is cute, I just didn't feel like finishing it... Is there any symbolism in this? Maybe...? I don't quite remember my thought process. I know all three were supposed to look way different, the water actually being stained, with colors representing [OC lore that I don't wanna get into yet]. I didn't know how to tackle it, so it ended up as it is. I did have fun with them though! The Butterfly looks so sparkly, and as my girlfriend put it, "it makes it look like a god". ...Speaking of, sometimes I wonder... With Morpho being often seen as godlike among the fandom, because of it's motifs of judgement and death... what if one day a future game just revokes that. What if Kumazaki decided, no, theyre just a random guy. Just a random guy obsessed with eating people or whatever. I mean it probably won't happen, but I can't help imagining it. It's my biggest fear. I'd be so pissed.

other sketches that didn't use the water motif. if I remember correctly, the first one was also supposed to have blood pouring down on Galacta. The second feels so cheesy. thank you for reading this far. if you did. I have just a few more finished/rendered things before we step into a more so sketch-y territory. (I don't usually finish drawings...) Untill next time! :D

[crypticsketchpad]

uhhhhhhhhhh emotion ocs. bcuz why not. going back to my cringe ship kid roots /lh

first is Excitement (she/her; Joy x Anxiety)! as her name suggests, she is very energetic and enthusiastic, always looking forward to the future and all the fun things it will bring.

hyperactive, overly excitable, and driven by adrenaline; will often act without thinking

anxiety is typically the one to reel her in and keep her in check

loves theme parks, thrill rides, field trips, and just generally getting to go out and have fun

i think her voiceclaim would be like. kristen schaal or something lmao. might change that but i think it fits

these guys are less developed but i like them so i'm sharing them anyways! here's Paranoia (he/they; Fear x Anxiety) and Restlessness (he/they; Ennui x Fear).

Paranoia specifically represents the feeling you get after watching a scary movie and beginning to think there's a monster in your house, leading you to check behind every door for things lurking and whatnot. (or maybe that's just a me thing..? idk SGDSKHSLKLSDH)

mouth can open VERY wide. gator boy

is it hair or antennae? the world may never know. theyre basically like what Fear has going on with his singular hair(?) strand

very jumpy and jittery, often has trouble sleeping; will most likely scream if disturbed in literally any situation

specializes in worst-case-scenario projections, which often turn out to be on the more outlandish end

transmasc!! hell yeah

Restlessness is physically incapable of sleeping, which tends to cause problems for the rest of the mind when he's in charge of the console. they tend to take over on days when Ennui, Fear, or Anxiety are the most active emotions.

paces a lot; leaves trails of glowing footsteps wherever he walks that get brighter the more he walks in one place (they do fade away eventually)

one of the tallest emotions, around Embarrassment's height; has a habit of constantly tilting their head back when standing, so their nose makes them even taller

hair coils and uncoils passively as if it has a mind of its own; will coil up tightly when he's stressed, and mostly straighten out when calm (a rare occasion)

Paranoia 🤝 Restlessness = the insomnia brothers

also transmasc. we love to see it

*you might already have seen Restlessness in this post by @ronniesbizzareblog!! go check it out it has great IO artwork

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello Miss Raven!!! I need a bit of help... And maybe you could help? Perhaps?

I've noticed that in the English translation, they gave Leona this sort of... speech pattern? Style? Idk how to call it, but basically that thing where in his text they tend to replace the words ending with -ing to just -in'. But he doesn't do it in every word I've noticed.. In most, yes, but not all of them. And sometimes they make him say 'n instead of and and such. And a lot of wanna / gonna / gotta instead of writing the full thing. (And sometimes I think I've seen him use "ya" instead of "you", but that one's a bit less common on him from what I can remember)

I think this is a very interesting bit of characterization and I really like it! However, I struggle to implement it whenever I write him in English, since it's not my first language. I find it really hard because I never know when it's too much and when it's an acceptable amount... I never know when to replace the ing → in' while not making it too exaggerated 🥲🥲 I can't manage to make it feel, idk, natural? So I tend to prefer to ignore that aspect of his "speech style" entirely in fear of making him sound weird... Which is a shame, because once again, I think it's a very interesting detail, but I just never seem to get it quite right.

So, I wanted to ask... Since I think your interpretation of him (how you write him in general) is very good, and since I think you're a native english speaker too lol, is there any easy what to remember when to apply such "mannerisms" when writing him or similar characters? Or am I overthinking too much and should I just put it wherever I think it fits nicely? Or do I just put it in all the words ending with -ing with little exceptions?? 😭 I know that this type of written speech is used to represent how someone Says those words, like... spoken. But since I'm not surrounded by people who speak the language, I can't really go about it in that way either 😭 (as in "oh, I'll just listen to people around me and figure it out in that way!")

Okay, so 💦 I want to take a second to remind people (both Anon and my general audience) that I'm NOT open to telling people how to write. Asking for general advice ("how do I get over writer's block", "how do I get inspired", etc.) or about my own experiences is fine, but I'm not comfortable telling others how to write specific Twst characters, OCs, or what to do with their own art. So just know what whatever advice I provide in this post WON'T be me telling you to do X, Y, or Z to arrive at the "correct" answer. At the end of the day, it's only my own interpretation, and to pass around my interpretation as though it is gospel or the "most canon" would be incorrect to say. I understand that some may hold me, my takes, or my writing in high regard, and therefore view me as some kind of fandom authority or someone whose opinion holds a lot of weight. However, I've repeatedly stressed that this makes me uncomfortable and I want to discourage this behavior as much as I can.

Now then, Anon makes a lot of salient points. Every character has a unique way of speaking and their own quirks and mannerisms. There's the very obvious ones like Epel's dialect, but also more subtle things like how Leona (in English) drops the "-g" from the ends of some "-ing" words, how he sometimes uses "'n" in the place of "and", how he tends to use "wanna"/"gonna"/"gotta", and how he sometimes trades "you" for "ya". TThese are important things to pay attention to if you're trying to capture a character's "voice"! (Yuurei-san has an interesting series of posts about the Twst characters' speech patterns!) Most likely these localization choices were made for Leona's English dialogue in order to reflect his informal manner of speaking in Japanese. For example, he often uses ねぇ~, elongating some of his words sarcastically. If you have access to Twst EN, I'd suggest opening it up and listening to how Leona voices his lines (while you read the English text). If you don't have the game, you can probably still find voice clips on the Twst wiki(s) or on Youtube. That may help you get a sense of his cadence and how he words things. You also need to think about how you write his dialogue and the details around it. Is he mad or annoyed? Maybe tired or just not feelin' it? Consider how mood factors into whether or not Leona chooses standardized or colloquial English. Sometimes he adopts an overly formal and princely tone in some instances, like when he's presenting himself at the book 7 farewell party, so you have to consider situations where he uses formality sarcastically. Again, it really depends on the context. This will require a lot of thinking, judging, and putting yourself in the character's headspace. You won't get it perfect the first time (or even the times after); it'll take lots of trial and error to find something you're happy with.

[galluslonging]

OC Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @biowaredisasterbisexual!

Tagging: @uchidachi, @future-ghoost, @shadowcrow, @fernweald, @hellomehlo, @caughtnyact, and anyone else who wants to join in!

General

Name: Rahim Laidir

Alias: Rook, Trouble, Reemo (familial)

Gender: Cis Male

Age: 31

Place of Birth: Dairsmuid, Rivain

Spoken Languages: Common, Qunlat, some Tevene, very basic Antivan

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Himbo

Occupation: Lord of Fortune. Before joining Varric, he was one of the best treasure hunters in the Lords and made a decent amount of coin plying his trade. Most of it he sent back to his family in Afsaana.

Favorites

Color: Deep reds and blues, also a crisp white (for his button downs)

Entertainment: Name a drinking game (or make one up) and he will join in. Reading, he'll read anything he can get his hands on.

Past time: Fishing, beach combing, and swimming (he maintains the few times he's nearly drowned have been because of the heavy axe and shield he carries).

Drink: Tea, Spiced Rum

Books: Serials, history books, and recipe books (he's still trying to copy down all his auntie's old recipes because she refuses to part with her book)

Have they…

Passed University: He did not attend university, during the time he might've he was enslaved in Tevinter. He did receive a good education in Rivain until he was about 16.

Had Sex: Yes. He used it as a coping mechanism for some time but has since found a healthier relationship with it. Fun fact: in my headcanon he and Davrin were casually hooking up before things became serious with Neve

Had Sex in Public: Technically...(he will not elaborate)

Gotten Tattoos: He loves them and grew up seeing them on other Rivaini. He now has them in several places. His favorite is the one on his right leg but each of them commemorate his adventures.

Gotten Piercings: Much like tattoos, piercings are incredibly common in Rivain. He got all of his during his tenure with the Lords.

Gotten Scars: Absolutely. Though not all of his scars are associated with good memories- some represent dark times- he views his body as a reminder of the life he has lived and appreciates each mark.

Had a Broken Heart: Of course. Somehow, he remains soft and open.

Been in Love: His first love was an older Lord named Cade. Isabela did not approve of their courtship given their age gap and Cade's own history but a young Rook refused heed her warnings. It took him years to recover from their relationship.

Are they…

A cuddler: He loves cuddling with Neve (cause of course) and enjoys hugs, gentle touches, and other forms of physical connection with those he cares for.

Scared easily: He's always been an inquisitive person and approaches most things with a sense of wonder rather than fear. Seeing those he cares for hurt hasn't gotten any easier though.

Jealous easily: Not at all, he doesn't believe any person can truly 'belong' to anyone and as such has never minded his lovers or friends spending time with others, provided they love him as they always have. This is as much due to his upbringing in Rivain as it is to his time with the Lords.

Trustworthy: He is dependable and in the instances he falls short, he is honest.

Family

Siblings: No actual siblings but he does have an older cousin he considers to be his sister.

Parents: Joan & Sami Laidir (adoptive, biological aunt and uncle). His bio mother was a Seer in Dairsmuid who was murdered during the Annulment of the Circle there. His bio father was purported to be a Grey Warden condemned for deserting.

Children: None that he is aware of. He never saw himself as a father but would consider the idea if it was something Neve might want. He'd consider just about anything for her though...

Pets: He has an orange Tabby named Porridge who lives with his aunt and uncle while he travels. It was nearly impossible to stay away from him during their fight against the gods.

[angelwishess]

Okay so— im gonna ramble about my new oc because!!!! Yes!!! 😈

Eirian “Damaris”-Vanrougue

OKAY SOO, Ive actually had him as an oc concept for super long, but only got a good idea for what kind of character he is yesterday 😭

Have I ever watched The Last Unicorn?? No. But that will NEVER stop me…

ANYWAYS!!! Eirian is a unicorn-fae(??), how does that work? No idea, but im going w it!!!

If it wasnt obvious from his name, he and Lilia are married LMFAOO I JUST THOUGHT IT’D BE REALLY REALLY FUNNY FOR A WHOLE MARRIED COUPLE TO BE ATTENDING A COLLEGE TOGETHER😭

Eirian and Lilia met back when the war was still waging on, Eirian grew up with his mother and other sisters but he ended up getting seperated from them after an attack on their little village

The humans that captured Eirian cut off his horn and tail, which is why he has those scars

Lilia ended up finding where he was being held by random, and !! GENERAL LILIA TO RHE REsCUE!!!!!!

Ya ever since then Eirian just … never left his side LMFAOO

He ended up hating humans— specifically, men. Hes a man hater i fear !!!!

(^^ This is based on actual unicorn mythology btw!! Unicorns were considered protectors of women and only women could “tame” unicorns. Unicorns were also known to represent estatic destruction and literally fight everything but yk… ANYWAYS in a nutshell— Unicorns originated as a wild beast that could only be tamed by a “pure woman”.)

Eirian actually helped Lilia raise Silver and Malleus, acting as a second parent for both of them. Despite being a man hater ™️ and wanting humans to BURN/j hes a very good parent to Silver :33

Honestly though?? He’d be a total girl dad if he had a daughter. He ADORES Kyra, Elena and Jester. If u have a fem oc WATCH OUT because he IS considering adopting one.

An instigator for Lilia’s shennanigans, but hey, atleast hes the best cook ever to make up for Lilia’s horrid cooking skills 😭

Hes honestly so mother lowkey he’d absolutely slay at doing drag or smth I can imagine him doing it 😭😭😭

@screamintoad @blood-red-hummingbee @jadelover69 TAGGING BCS!!! NEW OC!!! HEHE 😈

[raya-hunter01]

What's Your Fantasy?

Jey Uso One-shot

Jey uso x OC (Cara)

Rating: 18+ Warning: Fluff, roller coaster play

It's leading up to New Year's and Jey's girlfriend Cara comes to visit him on the road. One night after a show Cara and Jey watch one of her favorite movies that happens to have an infamous roller coaster scene. His girlfriend's reaction to the scene gives Jey an idea.... Can he make one of his girlfriend's fantasies into a reality and bring in 2025 with a bang?

Fun little request I was asked to do.

Hilton Hotel, Chicago, IL

Jey's POV

“Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, and you still haven’t told me what you want to do after the house show.”

“Jey, as long as I’m with you I don’t care what we do. Oou, I love this movie!” Cara squealed, putting down the remote as I looked at her getting under the covers.

“What is it?” I asked turning off the light in the bathroom. “It’s called Fear, and it has Reese Witherspoon and Mark Wahlberg are in it. It’s an oldie but goodie,” she said as I joined her in bed.

“I’m so glad you came on the road wit me, Ma,” I whispered pulling her close as we got comfortable to watch the movie.  “Me too baby.”

About twenty minutes in as I was just starting to warm up to the movie, she dropped the bomb dat ol' boy was crazy as hell.

“What the hell he doin' now?” I asked seeing the lead turning back the clock in the dad’s office.

“Told you he was crazy, he's trying to keep the daughter out late knowing she got a curfew. He set the clock back so the dad wouldn’t know he’s bringing the daughter home late.”

 “Ain’t that bout a bitch! You just love makin' me watch crazy shit, don't you?" I asked as she laughed. “Oh, baby you don’t know the half. Oouu bae, this my favorite part,” she said sitting up a little as I chuckled.

“Why, they just at the fair,” I said as she shushed me. "Be quiet, this is important."

I soon found out why it was her favorite part as they got on the roller coaster and the female lead slipped her boyfriend’s hand between her legs.

“Wait, they bout get freaky on the roller coaster?” I asked instantly sitting up to get a better look myself. Damn, the song was a nice touch too.  

“Can you imagine doing that on a roller coaster, I bet that orgasm is life-changing,” Cara said as I nodded in agreement. “Aye, that is fire, I can’t front,” I said, the wheels turning in my head as Cara bit back a moan watching the erotic scene.

“Damn, he up in there,” I whispered, entranced myself as the female lead came, the camera on the roller coaster representing the excitement of sex until ecstasy takes over your body and you come crashing down… Hell yea, that was hot.

“Damn, no wonder they dated, you can’t do a scene like that and not want to ride that dick into the stratosphere,” she whispered as I laughed.  “Yeah, I can see why too,” I said laying back down, conjuring up a plan in my mind.

The next day

National Fairgrounds

Jey's POV

Imagine my luck, the town we were in for the new Year’s eve  house show also had a carnival in town.

“Dang, I should have worn a longer skirt.”

“Sorry bae, I didn’t know the show would get done in time for us to come here. I got an extra hoodie though,” I said trying to mask my true agenda. The moment I found out a carnival was in town, I requested for her to wear a skirt tonight. I told her the shorter, the better.

“Jey, it’s 10:00 at night on New Year's, they may not even let us in,” Cara said putting on the hoodie in hopes of staying warm.  Reaching back in the car I grabbed her plush blanket off the seat and wrapped it around her. “Can’t know till we try, baby girl.”

Pulling my hood up over my head, I prayed I wouldn’t be recognized so I could spend some time with her without any interruptions.

“Jey, I’m serious, it’s late and I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

“You said you wanted a corn dog and a funnel cake, if anything they should let us in to grab something to eat.” I said grasping her hand in mine as we made our way towards the entrance.

I knew I had made the right choice as she broke out in a bright smile as we got closer. Fate was on my side as the guy the gate recognized me along with the owner.

“Man, it’s Jey uso!  I’m a huge fan, Mr. Uso.”

“Aye, thanks I appreciate the love, Uce.  Are ya’ll lettin’ people still come in, my girlfriend and I wanted to grab a bite and maybe ride a few rides. I promise we won’t be long; we know ya’ll gotta close soon?” I said, taking out my wallet.

The poor guy was losing it and paying no attention to what I was saying.

“My name is Anthony; Can I get a picture?”

“Um- Anthony I could take a picture for you, if you like?”

 As soon as Cara asked, Anthony was handing her his phone, his boss stepping into the admission booth to give him his moment.

“Thanks, baby.”

See that is one of the many reasons why I love Cara, she understands and loves what I do for a living. She was just happy being there in the moment with us, snapping away as Anthony and I talked. After talking for a few minutes, we posed for a few pictures.

“Thank you so much, my friends gone flip out when I show them these,” he said looking through the pictures

“Sure, no problem, Uce and make sure you tag me if you post’em. I’ll put it on my story,” I said grabbing my money so I could pay for us to get in.

“No, Mr. Uso..Your money is no good here, take these armbands and enjoy yourselves. We close at 11:00 but ya’ll can take your time, we don’t mind staying open a little longer,” The owner stated as I saw Cara smile at that information.

After going in we played a few games, and I won Cara a bear. I figured now was a better time as any as I saw the crowd thinning out. “Here you go baby,” I smiled handing her the bear I won before pulling her close showering her neck with kisses.

“I love you so much, thanks for bringing me here.”

“Oh, we’re just getting started, baby.”

POV:

Cara knew that look in Jey's eyes all too well. You don't date somebody for three years and not know something's up. The way his gaze lingered on her, watching her every move with great interest. "What, Ma?"

"Why are you lookin' at me like that?" Cara whispered as a smirk played at the corners of Jey's lips.

Yep, trouble is the only way to describe it.. The kind she didn't mind but still was trouble. Cara felt the anticipation building as the crowd grew smaller and she didn't know why.

Jey noticed and felt her nervousness, his eyes sparkling even more with mischief. “You okay, Cara?”

“Jey, I’m fi-” her response, cut short by a deep gentle kiss. His fingertips danced along her stomach, sending waves of warmth through her body.

“You know every part of you tastes so good,” he whispered against her mouth as she trembled against him, her eyes widened in shock, recognizing the line from the movie they had watched together the night before

She knew what he was hinting at, but was it really going to happen here? Now?

“Jey are you serious?” she whispered, her cheeks flushed at the idea of reenacting the infamous scene from the movie as he led her to the line for the roller coaster.

“Yeah, I’m serious….You’ve been so good for daddy, I wanna make all my baby fantasies come true.”

Jey’s touch and mischievous gaze stirred something within her almost making her forget they were in public.

Her mind racing as she looked into his beautiful brown eyes, trying to calm her nerves and hide her excitement. “Jey, are you crazy?” she murmured.

“Nah, I promise.... I'm perfectly sane, Ma.” And with a smirk, Jey turned to the attendant, slipping him some cash. “Can I leave this here?” Cara held up her teddy bear, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. The man took the bear with a knowing smile and nodded. “You two have fun, Mr. Uso.”

They were then led to the front of the roller coaster, the empty seats behind them indicating her man had paid the attendant to not let any people on the ride with them. Cara’s knees felt like jelly as Jey laid her blanket on the seat, and placed a single earbud in her ear after he helped her sit down.  Not to be left out he placed the other one in his ear.

Cara then looked back and saw a couple in the last car and one person in front of them, leaving the middle cars empty and began to panic.

“Jey, it’s other people on here,” Cara whispered all of a sudden unsure as Jey captured her lips in a soft kiss. “Ignore them, just listen and enjoy ya’self,” he instructed, caressed her thigh, putting her at ease uncrossing her legs.

The things that you wanted, I bought them for you Graceless lady, you know who I am You know I can't let you slide through my hands

The sweet sound of the song filled her senses. The attendant secured them in, his eyes twinkling with amusement as both Jey and Cara began to wonder how many people had carried out this fantasy.

Wild horses couldn't drag me away

Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away

“Maybe we shouldn’t Jey-”

“Just let go, Mama,” Jey whispered as the roller coaster began to climb slowly, the anticipation building with each click of the chain. His hand found its way under her skirt, his fingers teasing her lace clad sensitive flesh as the music played on.

Faith has been broken, and tears must be cried

Cara’s breath hitched as she felt Jey’s fingers slide her panties to the side.  So turned on at the fact this was really happening, she bit her lower lip as he began toying with her clit trying to silence herself, but Jey wasn’t having it.

“Look at me Cara? I want you to pretend it’s just us and let go.”

 Listening to his instructions Cara looked over at Jey and almost came at the look of pure hunger and passion that danced across his handsome face.

Let's do some living after we die

“Fuck, you look so beautiful,” she faintly heard in the breeze. Her breath coming in short gasps as the thrill grew.  “Jey, please,” she pleaded turning him on even more.

As the wind whipped their hair into a frenzy, Jey leaned in close, his voice a heated whisper in her ear. “Fuck, you’re already wet for me. Time to make this a night to remember. Happy New Year, baby.”

Wild horses couldn't drag me away

 Placing her hand over his, she slowly began moving her hips as his thumb rubbed her throbbing clit, his third and finger gently began thrusting in and out of her welcoming wet pussy. 

“So turned on you just splashin’ everywhere,” Jey murmured to himself getting more excited knowing Cara was close.

 Felling overwhelmed, a strangled moan fell from Cara’s beautiful lips as Jey groaned in pleasure…. Pleasure from pleasing her.

As the coaster plummeted, so did Cara’s inhibitions. She felt Jey’s hand squeeze gently as he began to work her clit in rhythm with the pounding music. “Jey, oh fuck!”

As her eyes closed; her body arched into his touch. The wind roared around them, the world a blur of lights and life-changing sensations as they descended towards the ground.

Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away

“Cara, baby, you’re so tight. So wet for me,” Jey groaned, his voice lost in the din of the ride. She could feel his hardness pressing against her side, his own desire growing by the second.

Her orgasm building like the crescendo of the song, her body straining against the safety bar. “Jey, oh god, Jey!” she called out, the wind carrying her cries into the beautiful, cold Chicago night sky.

Just watching Cara was enough to make Jey want to cum. “Fuck, your bout to make me nut, just lookin’ at you.” Jey rasped.

Knowing the end was near for them both, he leaned over capturing her lips in a sloppy passionate kiss. “Happy new year baby, cum for Daddy,” he groaned against her lips as Cara accepted her impending fate, pushing Jey’s fingers deeper inside her. “Oouu, fuck..Happy New Year, Daddy!” she cried as their bodies slammed together as they reached the bottom.

Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday

Jey’s magical fingers and the violent jerk of the car sent Cara tumbling over the edge of ecstasy with Jey falling right behind her.

Wild, wild horses

“I can’t believe you,” Cara said trying to catch her breath as the ride slowed. A deep chuckle fell from Jey's lips as he kissed her neck, his hand still between her legs.

“I can't help it, you just so fuckin’ beautiful when you cum,” he murmured. Ragged gasps fell from Cara's beautiful lips, the intensity of the moment the lovers just shared still lingering.

We'll ride them someday

Cara’s POV

“Fuck that was hot.”

“Agreed and the Air pods were a great touch,” I added finally catching my breath as Jey nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, my good girl loved that, huh…You made a mess,” Jey whispered, wiping off my thigh with the end of my blanket as I blushed.

“Happy new year! I hope you ‘ve all enjoyed your seven minutes in heaven,” the attendant said over the PA system as we came to a stop.

“You have no idea, Uce,” Jey muttered as I hid my face in my hands.

“Jey, this is embarrassing, my seat it wet,” I whispered in horror as he pulled a mini pack of wet wipes out of his pocket.

“I told you; I gotchu, Ma.”

As soon as the bar unlocked, I stood up, my legs wobbly. The reality of our escapade settling in and my man couldn't care less. Jey's eyes gleamed with satisfaction and pride. “You okay, Ma?” he asked as I quickly gathered my blanket, trying to hide the fact it was wet, as was my seat.

"Y-Yea, "I'm good," I stuttered nervously as he smiled. "Cara, you worry too much.."

"Easy for you to say, you didn't fuckin' squirt everywhere," I whispered as he chuckled.

"Yea, you did that, Ma....Damn, I wish it was on my tongue," Jey murmured, leaning over and quickly cleaning the seat off.

I watched as the other participants on the ride got up and went on their way. I couldn't help but sigh in relief at the fact they didn’t know what had transpired on the ride.

“I don’t think they know,” I said looking around.

“See, you were worried for nothin’, them folks wasn’t worried bout us,” Jey said stuffing the used wet wipes in his pocket before standing up and helping me off.

“I just wanted to be sure,” I said as Jey smiled at the attendant and he chuckled. “What did you tell him before we got on?” I asked, grabbing my bear.

“I told him I wanted to do something special for my girl, and I needed some space between us and other folks on the ride, so he only let a few people on and put them in the back.”

 “That was risky,” she whispered, as Jey chuckled wrapping his arms around me.

“Your pleasure is worth the risk,” he murmured against my lips as we shared a brief kiss.

 “Thanks for making tonight special," I blushed as he smiled caressing my face.

“I told you, Ma…I got you….Happy New Year, beautiful.”

Happy New Year, Mr. Uso….

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27 Asks! Thank you! :}} 💞

@peaspods

I might not be understanding, but I'm imagining this as people opening up commissions so people can give them money and they can turn around and donate that money to me..

I fear that this would create the opportunity to scam people.. "I'm taking commissions on behalf of Factual Fantasy! They're very sick so please commission me!" only for them to run away with the money they make..

I've been thinking a lot about setting up some kind of commission/donation thing because I'm starting to kind'a need the money.. but idk, I'm just kind'a run down and need some time to keep thinking about it. Thank you very much though <:)))

@zecromgen5

Thank you very much! :) And I've been hanging in there.. there hasn't been much improvement to my health or my mental state. The fact that in April it will officially been over a year since my health started to decline, and the fact that I'm going to spend my birthday at home collapsed on the couch has made me feel very sad <:( But I'm doing my best to work on it.. I'm hoping this new advice from my doctor helps me feel better <:)

And something good HAS happened actually, I got my tablet/FireAlpaca to work again! :))

XDD SJKFJSH AWW! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD

I've only seen a bit of it from Markiplier. So far I'm 50/50. Somethings I like and others I don't care for 😅

@neo-metalscottic

Thank you so much! :D 'm glad you've liked my recent artwork!! :}}}}

Also for Homes eyes, that was just meant to represent its oppressive presence and the fact that its watching them in that moment.. 👁️👁️

And I don't have any plans for any of the neighbors or Wally to figure out the house is alive. My AU is more like "a day in the life of" thing. Having someone discover Home is alive would move the plot forward. Which I don't feel like doing <XDD

Now communication... Home understands the concept, but he has no way of communicating other than creaking the floorboards and slamming doors..

I've heard about the well. That could work for Cliffjumper and Breakdown maybe.. and the twins perhaps.? But wouldn't they have to have Tailgates body in order to revive him? Hmmm.. idk actually,,

I've watched the bayverse movies, most of Prime and a few other things here and there. I didn't mind the bayverse movies that much, but I can see why a lot of people don't like them <XD

I just imaging trying to consume more than one Transformers media would be a lot to take on.. and I also don't like the animation styles of most other transformers shows 😅

(That's actually how I decided to watch Prime. I took a look at all the shows and went "this one looks ugly, this one looks ugly,, this one looks REALLY ugly.. Oh, this one doesn't look half bad. TFP it is then!")

@acreaturecalledkyfa

I've watched Markipliers first video on it. So far I'm not sure how I feel about those two 😅

The way I immediately opened YouTube and went looking for it XDD

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Thank you so much! :DD This will come in handy!

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Aw! Thank you so much!! 🥰🥰

@im-nice-but-i-dont-like-you

Jangles would be a helicopter probably, Gerald would be a tank, Cici would be a Miata and Bibi would be a slightly raised up Miata XDD

Aw, I'm honored that you miss them <:}} Though I don't know if I'll draw them anytime soon.. I'm really not into inserted OCs anymore <:(

I'm waiting on Markiplier to release more videos on it <XD

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I like to imagine that Pokémon can learn dozens of moves. But 4 is the limit for official Pokémon battles. So any wild Pokémon in my comics can use/learn as many as they want :0

And yeah, they had that chat eventually. I just never got around to drawing it 😅

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Nah nah its just iced tea XDDD

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Yeahh,, Sky has its ups and downs. I'm currently in one of its downs. It seems like I'm let down by everything they're releasing 😓

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That sounds like me! Though I don't draw Octonauts anymore 😅

I'll keep it in mind! :0

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You made an account just to follow me? :DD Aw that's so sweet! :) Thank you!

Also I'm sorry to hear you got the flu :(( I hope you're better by now!

I also have not played Dandy's world 😅

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The first thing that came to mind was very anxious all the time 😅

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Ah, that was an April fools post. <XD There is no drawing

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Mommy's Girl

Sub! Faith Seed x dom! OC deputy

A bit of a cute SMUT/Fluff snippet here XP I’d normally wait a little more in-between posts but I fear I have tormented @viavrse enough via my story to deny her this after telling her about it yesterday, too XD

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A little, shy smile. That's how it started. With the deputy sat at the bed and sharpening her knife, dressed in only her boxers and a well fitted, but comfortable shirt. With her angel pressed up against her, curled on her lap, playing with one of the bliss flowers while burying her head into the deputy's warm, strong thigh.

A comfortable, almost innocent scene.

Then, that damned, adorable smile, that seductive little gasp when Faith first began to shift, then tremble, then clamber onto her girlfriend's lap and settle on her strong thigh like it's the only safe place in the world.

To her, that isn't entirely wrong.

The deputy of course immediately moved the knife away with a knowing smirk, strong, large hands sliding to slim, bare hips as thumbs traced the sensitive skin found there and dark, greedy eyes took in her girlfriend's bare, trembling body.

The sight alone is, always, enough to drive her crazy.

And now, at last, they're in another familiar scene, with Faith on her lap, her hips thrusting slowly, almost shyly, but eagerly nonetheless. A faint blush covers her soft cheeks and travels down her petal-soft throat, heating the skin along its way. The deputy leans back a little more, her legs spread just enough to give her angel the space she needs, her thigh flexing as though to help the needy thing.

She traces her hips gently, her large, callused fingers a sharp contrast to the herald's butter soft skin. She is small, is gentle, much like the flowers she is so fond of, and every time Faith curls up against her, rests in her arms or is perched on top of her like this, it's like a reminder. A reminder of how fragile she is, especially so in the protective deputy's eyes, how delicate and ethereal. To her, Faith is almost something god or angel-like. If she is, the woman proves far, far more selfish than Joseph, for she would die keeping this angel for herself, and only herself.

She groans softly beneath her breath as she feels Faith's small hands set on her strong, broad shoulders, a little gasp and huff passing her pink lips as her wet pussy grinds down on the strong thigh it's pressed up against. Her hips rock slow, desperate, adorably sinful in their movement against the thick muscle of her deputy's thigh.

But despite this, Faith can only keep going, can only hold herself closer and moan softly, can only squeeze her eyes shut and whine gently when she can't help but think of how wrong her actions are. What she is meant to be, meant to represent...it has nothing to do with this lust burning in her, with this need the deputy fires up in her, with the perfect ache lighting up in her and growing stronger, and stronger, and stronger.

And when she feels those strong hands effortlessly yank her closer by her hips, grounding her, owning her, all thought of her sin leave her slightly hazy mind and allow her to only moan and sigh softly, her green eyes slipping shut. She will atone later, she promises herself. She will make up for it. No one has to know, and she doesn't have to admit the sin she indulges in more and more often with her deputy right there.

The auburn haired woman shivers as those strong hands slide up her body, one gripping the back of her soft neck, fingers splayed wide, while the other moves to her face. She feels the strong, callused fingers by her jaw, then giggles breathlessly and happily when they curl under her chin and caress her soft cheek with a tenderness no one but her knows, or would even imagine the deputy is capable of offering.

She leans into the touches eagerly, her hips rocking gently and slowly, her soft jaw fitting perfectly into the woman's palm. When her thumb brushes across her pink lip, she automatically opens her mouth, blushing a little warmer and pinker as her body seems to automatically respond to the deputy. Spotting the smirk this draws from her, Faith only whimpers softly, her hips grinding down a little harder as her clit aches.

"Good girl, that's it", the deputy praises lowly, her smirk widening a little and satisfaction growing when she slips her tongue inside her angel's mouth and she immediately begins to suck the digit into her mouth, her eyebrows drawn together slightly, her hips bucking helplessly.

Her breath is warm when she moans around her, her breath hitching in her throat and fingers curling and clutching the deputy's shirt like it's the only thing keeping her together. With every rock of her hips she feels herself not only become more desperate and sensitive, but wetter, too, until she easily slides against the bare, muscular thigh between her legs, her own juices smearing against her privates.

Again, this has the deputy chuckle lowly as she slowly slides her fingers back and forth, relishing in the way it has her supposedly innocent girlfriend whimper and moan, blush and squirm on top of her.

"Please...", she breathes around her, green eyes squeezing shut and hips rocking just slightly faster before Faith feels the strong hand tighten its grip at the back of her throat, a subtle command to slow down. She only whimpers, but obeys, rolling her hips seductively rather than sticking to the fast, needy thrusts she's so used to.

"Good girl, does that feel good, my little flower?", the deputy whispers, leaning close enough to feel the herald's soft, warm, hitched little breaths against her lips. Sliding her fingers out her warm and wet mouth as the younger woman nods, she lazily wipes them clean again on her shirt and grips her chin again. Faith moans softly as she's made to look up, her eyes fluttering open again and pulse racing beneath the deputy's very fingers.

"Please, my love...I'm close...", Faith pleads softly, her voice gentle as the white, pure-looking bliss flowers she is so often connected with.

She moans instead when rough, strong lips push against her pink ones and a tongue boldly pushes inside her mouth, effortlessly dominating her own with no resistance from her at all. She hums against it, her fingers curling and clutching the front of the deputy's shirt a little harder. Her nipples stand hard and sensitive, her perky breasts pushed up against the covered, much larger ones of the deputy when she's tugged closer by the back of her neck again.

"My little lamb, you have been close for ten minutes now", the deputy rasps, her voice low and deep, patient and almost amused by how sensitive her angel always proves to be. She flexes her thigh under her again, just slightly, and the moan it tears from that pretty little throat she cups is enough to make her throb. She tightens her grip slightly, just enough to feel the pulse beat rapidly against her fingers, just enough to feel the warmth of Faith's blush when it travels down her throat and to the top of her cleavage.

"You'll cum when I say you can, princess", the woman whispers lowly against her lips, a fleeting moment before she pushes her lips back against her and dominates her mouth again. She eagerly swallows every moan and whimper and offers low, guttural groans in return. Obedient, Faith nods, her lips parting like she wants to protest, but can't. She only keeps moving, rubs herself along the hard, muscular skin of the deputy's thigh in slow, sloppy rolls, her wet pussy warm against the older woman, her helpless, inexperienced little thrusts onto her thigh enough to make her smirk against her lips and trail her hand from her chin to her hip to help her.

"You're such a good girl, Faith", the deputy praises, allowing the trembling thing to get slightly more pleasure by gripping her hip tighter and guiding her back and forth a little faster. Her hand trails from the back of her throat to the front, her fingers curling around it. She doesn't squeeze, would never harm or even think of killing the precious creature in her lap. She only holds her, claims her, groans into her mouth at the feel of her fast pulse beating against her and the soft skin beneath her thumb when she brushes it over it in slow circles. "My good, good girl...", she praises again, feeling her stomach clench at every little coo, whine, hitched breath and cute moan dragged from her angel.

Bliss, the weapon and Faith's drug of choice. To her, the herald herself is the drug she finds herself dangerously addicted to.

She leans in again, pressing a tender kiss to her lips as she guides her hips back and forth a little faster, encouraging the inexperienced, but desperate younger woman to roll her hips down against her, her wet heat dragging against muscular flesh found there. "That's right, Rachel...", she whispers, the mere mention of her true name never failing to drag a whine and soft little noise from her angel, a noise that almost has her turn feral, almost has her grip her hips and thrust them back and forth sharply, almost has her pounce on the herald and force two strong fingers inside her tight hole. Alas, she is in a gentler mood today.

"That's right...", she repeats lowly, watching as her good girl rolls her hips a little more desperately, her short nails digging into the shirt and fingers clutching it. She presses another hot kiss to her lips. "Very good, Faith, let mommy take care of you..."

Immediately, she is met with a the tiniest, almost pathetic little sound from the herald, her breath catching, her voice small and desperate;

"M-mommy..."

And God, how it turned the deputy on.

Her eyes darken and grip tightens a little, just enough to bruise her angel's hip a little and leave her fingerprints on her, making her roll her hips harder and deeper rather than guiding her as she smashes her lips back against softer ones. She didn't mean for the word to slip out, wasn't sure it was all that appropriate given her girlfriend's history, no matter how often the thought of it lingered in her mind.

But she saw the way her angel reacted, how her hips jolted and bucked up against her palm, how her thighs tried to squeeze together, instead only pressing in on the sides of her thick, strong one, and how her eyes slipped shut and she kissed her back all the more eagerly, her lips parting to make way for that cute little sound only a moment after.

She didn't mean to say it, yes, it rather spilled from her, but she notes how her girlfriend's body now trembles in her lap, her face bright pink and cheeks and throat hot beneath her hand, her lips trembling with every ragged breath, her hands clutching at her shirt tighter and thighs shaking, a clear sign of just how close she is already.

The deputy grins at her, slow, dangerous, proud.

"Oh, angel", she whispers, her voice going a little softer than her usual rough one, low, and dripping with lust. "You really are mommy's good little girl, huh?", she coos.

And Faith?

She moans, hot and needy, moans like it hurts and feels like heaven at the same time, her hips grinding faster, helpless now, chasing the edge as she whines helplessly for permission and help from her deputy.

She loves the sight of it.

"Look at you...", she whispers lowly, leaning in to kiss her again- deep and slow this time, her rough, practiced mouth easily swallowing each of Faith's little cries and moans. She adjusts her grip, her hand holding her throat firm, but tender, her fingers just tight enough to leave a slight mark she is sure will fade before the herald will step out of the bunker the next time.

She leans forward, into her, guiding her restless hips back into a strong, but more controlled pace to help her get to her orgasm faster, even as she groans hotly at her inexperienced, needy little rocking against her thigh before correcting her. "So small...", she whispers, squeezing at her hip and throat as though to make her point, flexing her thigh and raising it a little as though to bring more attention to the obvious height and strength difference between them.

"Mnnnm...ple..please...ma-A-Ah..! My...-love...!", Faith pleads softly, her words swallowed by a hot mouth a moment after, her entire body heating up and perky, round breasts rubbing up against a larger chest.

"So soft...", the deputy only continues, pulling her a little closer by her throat, the younger woman's pulse jumping and clit pulsing for her. "So fucking pretty riding mommy's thigh like that"

Faith can't form words anymore, can only release little "A-Ah!"'s and breathy little gasps, helpless moans and high pitched shrieks and squeals. Her hands slide from the shirt to grip at the deputy's biceps, her short nails digging in and groping shamelessly, her nose scrunching up a little as her expression twists with pleasure and raw need. She's so overwhelmed, so needy, so desperate for what her lover has to give, and the deputy loves every second of it.

She kisses a path down her throat, kissing in the space between her strong fingers, her tongue darting out to taste sweet flesh and the lingering, subtle taste of almost bitter bliss that near-constantly sticks to the herald.

"Do you feel how soaked you are for me?", she coos, flexing her thigh again and groaning against her throat as she feels how Faith twitches and shakes for her in return. "All from this, little lamb. From riding mommy's thigh like a good little girl", she praises, chuckling lowly when she is met with a string of moans and whimpers. Green eyes are screwed shut and Faith's soft lip is captured by her teeth, her body trembling, but completely pliant and responsive for the taller woman.

Then, at last;

"You wanna cum for me now, angel? Soak mommy's thigh in you even more?"

And God, how the words make her thighs tremble and toes curl. Yes, yes, yes! She does! She needs it! Faith can only moan helplessly at first, can nod and shiver with every kiss and bite to her throat, can only whine helplessly before, at last, words seem to form again; "Yes, please, nnmmhm...-please my love, please, mommy, mommy I-need...mommy..!"

And how beautiful the word sounds slipping from the herald, the deputy thinks.

How could she deny her, then?

The deputy groans lowly, pulling her flush against her and dragging her into another kiss, messy, breathless, perfect just for the two of them as she commands against her mouth; "Then be good. Show me how cute you are when you fall apart for me, little lamb"

With that, Faith cums with a sob, her whole body clenching and shaking in the deputy's strong arms. She holds herself close to her as she trembles, her clit aching and wetness squirting from her and onto the woman's thigh, her hands weakly holding onto her shirt as though she could pull her even closer.

She desperately leans in for another kiss, moaning and humming softly as she feels a usually so rough and violent hand linger so tenderly on her throat and a thumb brush against her jaw. The woman easily wraps her entire other arm around her and pulls her tighter and closer to her still, her posture straightening a little as she kisses Faith's forehead in a show of care and love only reserved for the auburn haired woman.

"Good girl", she praises, her voice low and dark, but full of the love, possessiveness and protectiveness reserved only for her angel. She feels her cling to her in return, her breath warm as she hides away in her throat, little gasps of breath hitting the deputy's warm neck. "My perfect, sweet little girl", she praises again, feeling the small tears forming at the woman's green eyes and hitting her neck. She didn't take the orgasm, or setting, for such an intense one, but is here to hold her precious angel still as her little sniffles turn to cries and desperate little kisses pressed to her throat, her smaller body held securely and tightly against the deputy.

"Mommy...", Faith whispers lowly against her, a little plea, a little whine turning into a contented sigh when rough lips press against her hair and fingers gently massage her hips to help her calm down. She's trembling still, eagerly lapping at every little bit of praise and admission of possessiveness the older woman reveals and showers her in.

Because she is hers.

Her drug.

Her everything.

Her mommy's little angel, now.

The mere word has her tremble with both, arousal and excitement, and love and comfort.

She lays panting against the deputy's chest, her face flushed a pink shade, skin warm with the heat of it all and the arousal still coursing through her. Her fingers tremble where they cling to the woman's shirt, her knuckles white, her smooth legs still shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm. And the deputy? She holds her tight, holds her like she is the most precious thing in the world. To her, Faith almost looks so impossibly small like this, like something in need to be held forever just to stay whole.

She isn't going anywhere.

Her hand strokes up and down her spine and slow, lazy passes, her other hand still resting at her throat possessively. She smirks a little when she brushes her thumb along the soft skin beneath the woman's jaw and feels her shiver from the touch. She holds her tight, holds her gently, and smiles a little as she feels her cuddle close to her at last.

Neither of them mind the wetness between them, the cum and squirt drooling and dripping from Faith and smearing against the older woman's thigh, but neither of them need to, either. Not when they're right in one another's arms, not when the deputy feels so utterly calm when she first feels Faith's body slump completely against her, then go completely limp as her breathing evens out and she sleeps soundly against her.

She holds her for another hour or so, her previous activity forgotten, the fighter's eyes resting and fingers lazily stroking along soft auburn strands of hair and even softer, warm skin.

Hers.

Always.

[cher-rei]

love song ♬— chapter 5 [ J.M ]

pairing: jamal musiala x fem!oc

summary [please read]

genre(s): strangers to lovers, fluff, angst and sports romance [love song playlist]

[w.c: 3k] masterlist

notes: cutie piesss. that's what they are. omw and the next chapter is gonna he super domestic too shut uppp

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“wow, you're all decked out, spider-nerd,” aaliyah said and turned to look at noelle as she entered the living room, looking as if she was about to head to comicon.

with a proud smile, noellle showed off her spiderman zip up hoodie, a vintage blue and red spiderman t-shirt which she definitely thrifted and a pair of washed denim jeans. to a stranger it would seem that she'd been preparing for this moment her entire life.

which wasn't technically true. she didn't flinch at aaliyah's “spider-nerd” nickname, not when she saw it as a compliment, an accomplishment.

when sophia walked in she didn't even bat an eye, simply patting noelle's shoulders before sitting down on the sofa. “this isn't even bad. when we still lived in london, there was a day that she skipped school because the cinema was doing a rerun of the amazing spiderman. all three movies.”

the look of shock on aaliyah's face was comical, a scoff of disbelief leaving her mouth while noelle simply shrugged. “noelle braun, you start shaking when you accidentally jump a red light.”

she didn't fight however, and held her chin up. “I have no regrets,” the last thing she said before sliding away on her socks, leaving her friends to laugh as they finished up getting ready.

when they got to the cinema, the boys were already there and occupied with their own conversation. but soon the attention was on them, calls of approval from florian and kai rang through the air at noelle's outfit.

“you're seriously committing to this,” florian commented, impressed with her dedication to a simple movie.

a smile of pride tugged at her lips as she gave everyone a twirl to show off her full outfit. “I gotta represent.”

as they made their way over to get their snacks the conversation continued, this time the highlight happened to be the red light that noelle jumped in fear of being late (they were 30 minutes early). she couldn't catch a break, just when aaliyah mentioned that she wasn't a fan of breaking street rules.

“hey,” she put her up her hands in defence. “one little red light never killed anyone. the road was empty.”

kai raised an eyebrow at her excuse. “one little red light? you're like a racing prodigy— of questionable life choices.”

the jab didn't phase her, neither did their banter. noelle had known kai just as long as she'd known sophia, their sibling like relationship always bringing a smile to his girlfriend's face. “at least I'm consistent. I'm just living life on the edge.”

“the edge being the line between green and red?”

the group erupted into laughter, their banter filling the cinema lobby but noelle just shrugged. eventually aaliyah intervened, ready to defend her friend. “hey, no teasing noelle. she's just embracing her inner speed demon.”

“more like inner speed bump,” florian deadpanned, earning a look from noelle and before anything could happen sophia pushed them further into the line so that they could finally order their snacks.

everyone got their combos as per normal but aaliyah made sure to clarify that noelle didn't want popcorn, which raised some confusion in jamal who had been silent for a bit, still upset that this was a group activity.

he raised an eyebrow. “how can you not like popcorn?”

the question made her pout. “just not my thing.”

from ahead of them florian scoffed, not too fond of the idea of not eating popcorn

while watching a movie. “that’s like watching spiderman without the webs.”

the younger girl rolled her eyes. “I'll survive.”

the vip movie theater was surprisingly empty, causing jamal to internally jump up in triumph. this was exactly what he wanted. the seats were separated, two recliners and a table with nearly a metre of space between the others.

nothing was said as they stepped in besides the silent look of significance that was shared between the three footballers, followed by nods.

they stalled finding their seats, waiting until noelle sat down, which took longer than expected because she was awkwardly hopping in between the open spaces and then looking at the screen before moving on to the next row.

“what are you doing?” jamal asked in genuine confusion, his brows furrowing.

“I'm finding the perfect spot. I need to sit somewhere where I won't have to strain my neck or my eyes… here!” she exclaimed, settling into her chosen seat.

with that, the rest of the group found their seats with jamal next to noelle just as planned. “spider-nerd needs optimal viewing conditions,” kai teased, earning a playful shove on the arm from his girlfriend.

she was strange. that was jamal's initial thought— funny in her own way. she did things a certain way, had certain preferences that differed from most but it made her attractive. and what he learnt throughout the movie was that she was a lot geekier than he originally thought.

she spoke throughout the movie— her hushed whispers commenting on certain scenes and details that he didn't catch. she even took the liberty of explaining the base of the spiderman lore to him.

Iit got to the point where he would ask questions just to have her explain it to him. she would turn in her seat to look at him, her attention occasionally directing back to the big screen while her friends whisper-yelled at her to be quiet.

“the spider-verse is collapsing,” she muttered, more to herself. “the spider-totems, the web of life… it's all connected.”

jamal leaned in, his face inches from noelle but she didn't seem to care in that moment. “what's happening?” (he knew exactly what was happening)

noelle's explanation poured out in a rush, her excitement filled eyes glued to the screen. “the spider-totems are destabilising the spider-verse. each spider-person has a unique frequency, and when they intersect, it creates a rift.”

there were so many things running through jamal's mind at that moment. so many things that he couldn't say out loud for so many different reasons. he was entranced to say the least, eyes unintentionally dropping to her lips as she spoke. of course, he had to swallow those words and keep the interaction as pg as possible.

he cleared his throat, sinking further into his seat. “you're like a spider-verse encyclopaedia.”

noelle smiled at the compliment, waving him off. it was quiet for a moment again until her hand flew to grab jamal's hand to gain his attention— her excitement blocking out her consciousness. “oh, look.”

he didn't look because what the hell was stopping him from intertwining there fingers??

“thats’s the web of life. it's the interconnected web of spider-people across dimensions. each strand represents a life, and when one breaks, the entire web unravels–”

she was interuppted by aaliyah shushing her from the row in front of them, but jamal silenced her with a gestare, the girl's lips parting in shock at the audacity. “let her finish,” he mouthed, and she turned back to the front.

from the row in front, florian nudged his girlfriend who was plotting jamal's murder. “jamal’s got that ‘I'm-listening-to-you-and-only-you’ face.”

aaliyah scoffed in amusement and took another look at the two behind them, having a ball of a time. “I give them five minutes before discussing the merits of spiderman's web shooters.”

from in front of them sophia snickered, taking the liberty to get up and join them on the floor to enter the conversation with kai flowing after her. “we should start a betting pool— how long before he asks noelle about the difference between dc and marvel.”

their hushed whispers and laughter continued as they discussed the situation, looking back at the two every so often but they were stuck in the same position— with jamal nodding along to whatever noelle was saying. it was all jokes from there but aaliyah felt off.

she knew noelle, and just a few days ago she wasn't too happy about what happened at the training session. “guys, can I ask you something?” she asked, her voice just above a whisper.

the three of them nodded, more than ready to conspire. “noelle's been off lately. she's been doing really well with him, but… something feels off.”

kai frowned. “what do you mean?”

“she's a naturally guarded person, we know this but she's realising that she's becoming more comfortable and friendly with jamal.”

florian pulled a face at her statement. he understood what she meant about being guarded, it took noelle a week after meeting florian to tell him her last name. an entire week for something that wasn't even important.

the group went on to discuss the possibility of her pulling away from jamal and doing a full 180. sophia looked back at the two of them again, her laugh stifled as she watched them go through some sort of handshake, noelle stopping jamal and asking him to try again between her laughter.

“man, she's got this look in her eyes when she talks. it's like her face lights up.”

“oh boy, here we go again,” kai sighed in irritation as they entered the camp, his head pounding with the sound of jamal’s voice talking about noelle.

the entire car ride back, it's all that he talked about. he kept on talking about “special” she was, but kai and florian couldn't back him up. they've known her for years, and have seen sides of noelle that haunted them— how groggy and mean she could be when she was tired and having caffeine withdrawal, and how easy it was for her to zone out during conversations.

that was just the surface of it. noelle was what they called a tough cookie. she had her moods, she needed reassurance and comfort because of how often she overthought certain situations. and jamal found her rambling and hard working nature attractive but he never experienced how it could break her.

she was like a volcano. with emotions that shifted like the wind. one moment, she'd be effervescent, her eyes sparkling with passion and the next she'd be disconnected and lost in thought.

despite her tough exterior, she was vulnerable and guarded. even if it didn't seem like that right now.

no.elle

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no.elle i dig the whole "spider-nerd' thing 🕷

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liyah babe that lighting white washed you so bad 😭

→ no.elle no shut up, I tried to fix it!!

spamjam._. need the link to that hoodie yesterday

→ no.elle of courseee xx how's the euro tour going so far?

→ spamjam._. I can't say any of the words that I want to say here 😃

→ no.elle well that's just great! (manifesting that germany plays england so that we can meet up)

→ spamjam._. 🕯🕯🕯

it was about 20 minutes into the first half of the germany and denmark match in dortmund and barely anything had happened apart from the expansion of the darker clouds in the sky, and the droplets that noelle chose to ignore. the wind had started to pick up as well, but there was nothing more to do than to endure it.

eventually, the rain worsened and it started pouring. thunder clapped in the distance, the bright strike of lighting hitting only seconds before. sophia jumped up at the sound and reached for noelle's free hand, a giggle leaving her lips at the situation.

“petition to go home?” she asked jokingly and aaliyah lightly shoved her, glad to see that she was slowly regaining her colour.

another clap of thunder sounded, and the referee's whistle as well which earned mixed reactions from the crowd. apparently they were checking to see if an intermission was necessary due to the weather interference.

a decision wasn't even made yet but the storm had worsened, the players having no choice but to stay on the pitch, drenched. water was pouring from the gutters, the supporters taking the liberty to enjoy the atmosphere and make the most of it.

“up, up, up,” aaliyah hurriedly said, indicating that they were going to head to the family booth so that they could dry off. the game was going to be suspended until further notice, which was unfortunate because it was 10 minutes before half time.

the three girls looked up at the sky for another moment, their jaws dropping sight of the strikes of lighting striking through the clouds. noelle couldn't move, it was too captivating. her friends thought the same, their phones out to capture the moment as they stood on top of the stands, nearby the exit.

the pitch was empty, both teams had been sent to their dressing rooms but some had other priorities. noelle was the first to feel a tug at her hand, pulling her backwards into the shelter of the building only to realise that sophia and aaliyah were already gone.

“I'd prefer if you didn't get struck by lighting,” the familiar voice said and when she turned around, jamal was standing in front of her, drenched and out of breath.

noelle's heart skipped a beat as she met jamal’s concerned gaze. his eyes sparkled with amusement, despite the chaos around them.

“thanks for saving me from myself,” she said, out of breath and slightly taken back.

jamal's smile widened, his lips curling upward. “I'm starting to think that you need a permanent bodyguard.”

she playfully rolled her eyes at his comment, following him to the family booth where her friends were warming up. when they entered the booth, sophia and aaliyah were quick to rush to her side, concern etched on their faces.

jamal took a step to the side, watching as aaliyah took noelle by the shoulders. “since when do you let go of my hand in public places?” the apprehension in her tone was amusing, and made noelle stifle a laugh.

“sorry, mum” she replied jokingly with an eye roll. “the lighting was going off like crazy.”

aaliyah rolled her eyes, sophia taking the liberty to thank jamal, who waved her off. “no problem. besides, I couldn't let my favourite psych student get struck by lightning.”

noelle's cheeks flushed, her friends’ confused but curious eyes drifting to her, their smiles mocking her. “you're really milking that, aren't you?”

not long after, kai and florian entered the room with relived sighs to see that sophia and aaliyah were okay. there was still enough time until the game continued, so they spent it chatting and warming up.

most people were familiar post *insert situation* clarity. that gut-wrenching feeling and pit of realisation that settles in after coming down from a high, or just any good feeling. at that moment, while everyone was laughing and comfortable she felt herself drift.

it was an outer body experience.

noelle's gaze drifted away from the laughter-filled room, her mind disconnecting from the warmth and camaraderie. the sounds of her friends' voices faded into a distant hum, like a radio dial tuned to a distant station.

a jolting shock spiked through her body, up her spine and through every nerve, pulling her back down from the suffocating cloud she was on. with a deep breath her eyes blinked to regain awareness of her surroundings— jamal, kai and florian getting up to leave, seeing as they were needed back in the dressing room and aaliyah and sophia laughing.

“please be careful,” sophia's gentle voice sounded and she placed a kiss on kai's cheek. “everytime you slip on the pitch aaliyah and noelle laugh like it's their last day alive.”

her comment alone made aaliyah laugh again, hitting florian on the back as she did so. he tried to walk away, to break free from the torture but she managed to pull him back into a bone breaking hug. “stay dry on the bench, okay?”

although her tone was maternal, it was obvious that it was meant to be backhanded and jab him which it did of course. without another word, kai pulled his friends back into the corridor, his bidding goodbye drowning out florian's cries of protest.

they stayed in the booth for the remainder of the match because the rain outside was not in anyway appealing. the match was slow, yet somewhat electric as usual. germany emerged victorious once again, 2-0 thanks to jamal and kai.

the stadium was ecstatic, their country now into the quarter final with more hope than ever before. and even as noelle stepped onto the soaking pitch with a light drizzle in the air, the supporters didn't care and continued to celebrate underneath the stadium lights.

“ah! you did it!” sophia squealed and leapt into kai's arms with a beaming smile.

noelle pulled a face of disgust at the couple. “ew, can you not do that in front– ah! what the hell flo?!”

“I'm giving you some affection,” the footballer said and tightened his grip on her, a cunning smile on his face as she tried to fight him off.

noelle scoffed at the answer, knowing that he just wanted to wet her clothes since he was already soaked. she resorted to jabbing him in defence but he was stubborn, violently swaying their bodies to the side.

“liyah!” she called out in desperation. “he won't let go! flo I swear to god I will bite you.”

aaliyah didn't bat an eye at the situation and simply waved the two off and carried on with her conversation with a few of the other family members on the pitch. noelle could practically feel the water seeping in through her jersey, a desperate fight for comfort not reigning.

“I'm just sharing my love with you,” florian said with a smile, his mocking tone making noelle whine as she continued to struggle.

“I don't want your love,” she shot back, a slight laugh escaping her lips and before she could fight anymore, his grip loosened on her.

with sly grin and the sight of his friend walking up to them after talking to their coach, florian took hold of noelle's arm. “you're right, you don't want my love.” and with one harsh shove, “you want jamal's.” she landed on jamal's chest.

noelle stumbled, her eyes shut at the impact. florian’s mischievous grin lingered in the background, clearly please with himself as he skipped over to his girlfriend.

“hi, to you to?” jamal joked with a lighthearted chuckle, his hands draped around her shoulders to hold her in place.

she mentally cursed herself and tried not to focus on the proximity or the sound of her heart violently pounding in her ears. she let out an apologetic sigh, not having the courage to look up at him.

“sorry for the tackle.” she rolled her eyes. “your friend's a walking migraine.”

jamal's chuckle deepened, his cheeks a flush of dusty pink that he ignored very well. his demeanour was calm and to any other person it would look like he didn't think much of the situation. “he's just trying to spread the love… and chaos on occasion.”

noelle stifled a laugh, finally craning her neck slightly to look up at jamal. “I think he enjoys watching me suffer more than kai.”

there was silence for a beat until her eyes flickered with genuine fear and dread. “you're not going to shove me at anyone else, right?”

a hearty laugh vibrated through his chest and she could feel it so close to her own. this was undeniably the closest she's ever gotten to man. the feeling was strange but… nice? it was comforting, lighthearted, to be this close to him and still have a conversation.

jamal shook his head and pretended to think for a moment, leaving noelle to worry slightly and prepare to be tossed back to florian. “no, actually I think I'll keep you here.” he relaxed his grip around her shoulders. “you're really warm.”

noelle's heart skipped a beat. her lips parting in shock as her smile faltered for a moment, their gazes locked. “you're kidding. you can't even handle a little rain?”

a mock gasp left his mouth. “I can handle rain. I just prefer warm, dry women.”

her eyebrows shot up in shock, her body relaxing against his. “warm, dry women?” she repeated. “that's your type?”

“yeah. it's a niche market.”

as they stood together, the stadium's vibrant atmosphere faded into the background, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a bubble of intimacy. noelle's heart still skipped a beat from jamal's words, her lips parted in surprise. his gaze held hers, sparkling with mischief and warmth.

the chill of the rainy evening dissipated, replaced by the gentle heat radiating from his body. she felt her tension melt away, her shoulders relaxing into his grasp.

this proximity was unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting. noelle's experiences with men were limited to kai and florian's playful teasing, but jamal's gentle, lighthearted manner put her at ease.

as they stood there, the sounds of celebration and laughter swirled around them, but noelle's focus remained on him. his eyes crinkled at the corners, his smile softening.

the stadium lights cast a golden glow on his features, accentuating the sharp lines of his face. noelle's gaze drifted to his lips, her pulse quickening.

she felt herself drifting into uncharted territory, the connection between them growing stronger with each passing moment. her instincts whispered warnings, but her heart overrode them, savoring the warmth and closeness.

jamal's hands, still draped around her shoulders, seemed to anchor her to reality. his touch sent shivers down her spine, yet she felt grounded, protected.

the world around them blurred, leaving only the gentle pressure of his hands, the warmth of his body, and the captivating sparkle in his eyes.

noelle's thoughts whirled, struggling to keep pace with her emotions. she couldn't deny the connection between them, the sense of belonging that settled within her.

as the moments ticked by, noelle realized she didn't want to pull away. for the first time, she felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be.

the uncertainty was exhilarating, the thrill of the unknown coursing through her veins like adrenaline. noelle's heart soared, her senses heightened, as she let herself drift deeper.

[m33moe]

A rant abt eltingville boys in relationships and wip eltingville oc mini rant

I rlly wanna post my eltingville oc because I just got into it not too long ago (like 3-4 weeks ago) but I'm nervous for some reason. Idk 😒

I think its partially because she isn't finalized yet (Because I can't decide if I wanna do a girly oc or nerdy or mix. I don't wanna do something stereotypical for my own sanity) and also because Oc x canon ships are hard to realistically do with those slimy incels because irl THEY would not slide. I especially have a hard time headcanoning them because I feel like unless its coming from Evan dorkins mouth himself it isn't realistic. Maybe I'll just have to get over that I dunno??? It's also like no matter what I do I feel like they'd hate my oc and idk how to properly represent a relationship blooming out of that (although it would never work long term)

I feel like relationship wise for bill itd be a lot of off and on relationships with the same person (because we both know he couldn't bag more than one person ever.) or he'd have a people pleaser partner because I've been around people like him and you usually wanna stroke their egos or get verbally attacked. Would definitely need a listener partner and PLEASE ask him questions about anything he knows. I know this guy loves to mansplain. Would definitely make off handed remarks about his partners intelligence (and I hate to say it but especially if said partner was a girl) I feel like he once asked why you don't look like the girls in the comics. If you're hard enough on him he may learn SOME Manners. Not clingy in public or around the club.

obviously Jerry is also not innocent but he obviously wasn't beyond fixing so I feel like after a consistant relationship he'd be kinda ok-ish? While also still having moments where he tries to please his friends over his partner or let's his friends make comments about said partner. He's better not around his friends but you still have to give him talks on boundaries and respect because he slips up. I feel like him and his partner would get in fights about the club and how they treat people. I feel like he would ask once If you want to play D&D with him but bill yelled at him for even considering inviting you. No girls club!!! Holds your hand in public or arm around your shoulder but that's it. More cuddly in private.

Josh I think would also be VERY iffy. I feel like he has his good days and his bad days. I don't think Josh could have a partner that also makes fun of him. I mean the club already does that enough and I feel like he'd definitely blow up at any MILD off handed comment out of habit. Definitely superrrrr insecure. Like dont even look at someone too long. I do fear each of these boys would accuse their partner of showing off because they like attention but it's more popular with Josh. I feel like Josh would have higher standards for his partner than his partner would have for him. Isn't exempt from telling his partner their a "lil chubby" and he doesn't like that but don't EVER say he's not one to talk unless you want all out war. Has to be on you at ALL times. I get very helicopter bf vibes from him.

Now for Pete I feel like he'd like the stereotypical girly girls although he'd take a more tomboy if it REALLY came down to it(none of their datings pools are very large) in a relationship i feel like he be a makes gross comments in public typa guy (I mean all of these boys aren't exactly good people in their own ways) would definitely show you his horror girl magazine's and laugh at any uncomfortable emotions you have (would probably call you weak) you definitely have to keep an eye on him because I do think his eyes wander A LOT (all the boys would but I definitely think he'd do it the most) will call you an over protective gf even if you're not. I feel like he'd like a somewhat stubborn partner tho believe it or not. Idk thats all I can really think of for pete

Also keep it mind these boys are icky people. We all know they're perverts and incels and whatnot. These are just how I think they'd be and I'm probably not even close but I've read about and been around enough of these guys to have a slight grasp on them???

I'll probably make more detailed relationship headcanons/ ideas with the club including epilogue versions?? Also can u tell who my favorite is?? 😭

Eltingville being my hyperfixation was not on my list of 2025 things

(Obviously still finishing the oc challenge for my Naruto Oc(s))