#walter you are so suspicious to me)

[babisawyer]

Ben coming back to the cabin to see yet another cannibalistic ritual

[vox-fantasma]

oh my god okay okay okay. s3 ep 1 yellowjackets watched. im in shock that was actually so good. stupid brain making me wait to watch the show now all i want to do is look at what The People are saying but i cannot be spoiled (more than i already am)

[eebie]

will be a hater for a second but i will be real. idgaf aboutkabru And 90% of the reason why is bc me n my friends watched the dub and couldnt stand how much he talked with the super breathy generic anime protag voice

[roosterforme]

In the Navy Now | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: When Bradley and Jake catch their wives in the midst of a lie, Bradley wonders what made you think you couldn't be honest with him. He soon realizes you have a trick up your sleeve, one that makes his work day a lot more exciting. 

Warnings: Fluff, smut, adult language, math as foreplay

Length: 3900 words

Pairing: Beer Boy and Sugar! Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is a one-shot to accompany my fics Old Habits Die Hard and Right Girl, Wrong Time but it can be read on its own! Check out my masterlist. Banner by @thedroneranger

"You know what really sucks?" Bradley mused as he sat at a table for two in the cafeteria on base.

"What's that?" Jake asked in response, digging his fork into a bowl of pasta.

Bradley looked around the room at everyone else and sighed. "You and I are forced to socialize all the time now, because our wives are best friends."

He saw Jake on Saturday, and also last night at the bar, and again every damn day at work.

Jake shrugged as he took a bite of his lunch. "It's not that bad."

"Speak for yourself. I literally can't understand what Jessica sees in you."

As soon as he heard Jake's laugh, Bradley knew what was coming. "You're literally the last person who should be making comments like that. Your wife is so hot, it's absolutely unbelievable she is with you willingly. She had ten years to come to her senses."

Bradley smiled as he thought about you. "She missed me."

Jake was shaking his head. "She must have been with some seriously ugly guys or something in those ten years."

Bradley was laughing now as he said, "I'm telling you, she missed me as much as I missed her."

"Riiiight. I'm about to text her and ask for verification on that one."

Bradley poked at his salad and murmured, "Don't even bother. She's in some sort of math seminar with Dean Walters all day. Told me not to try reaching her unless it's an emergency."

"Are you sure?" Jake asked, giving him a funny look. "Jess said she had a department meeting with the dean today. For the science department."

Bradley rolled his eyes. "Yeah, of course I'm sure. I even packed her an extra snack. Unlike you, I actually listen to my wife when she talks. I'm sure you're wrong."

But Jake was already digging in the pocket of his flight suit for his phone, and when he unlocked it and slid it across the table, Bradley picked it up. He skimmed a text that Jessica sent just a few hours ago.

I love you! Don't forget, I'll be unreachable most of the day. Physics meeting with Dean Walters. 

Bradley frowned. If this was true, then you lied to him. You never lied to him. He tried his best to let you know that you never had to do that. But now he remembered that you even went so far as to tell him you didn't need a ride home from campus today, and that actually seemed suspicious, too.

"Why do they want us to think they're busy all day?"

"It doesn't really make any sense," Jake said as he set his fork down. "Damn. Jess knows she can talk to me about anything."

"Yeah," Bradley grunted, "I don't like this shit." The uneasy feeling seemed to spread through his entire body as he stood. "We need to get going. Special class today, remember?"

"Fuck," Jake muttered under his breath, clearly as excited about the guest lecturer as Bradley was. Sitting in the classroom for a few hours was usually always tedious compared to flying, but the lectures that Cyclone had been adding to their schedules randomly over the past few months were worse than the most boring class Bradley ever took at the University of Virginia.

"Let's get this over with," he said, dropping his tray off and fighting the urge to text you just to see what you'd have to say. Now he was going to have to figure out a way to call you out about lying later. But it was still puzzling him as to why you and Jessica would both tell the same exact lie. What was the point of that? If you didn't want Bradley to bother you at work, that was all you needed to say. But it wasn't like he was annoying like Jake was; he could understand Jessica needing a break from her husband, but did you need one too?

He was still trying to figure out if there was something going wrong with his marriage when he walked into the classroom. Cyclone was standing at the front, hands on his hips, glaring at Bradley and Jake as they walked inside with two minutes to spare. The only seats left were both up in the front row, and Bradley groaned as he dropped down into one of them. The last guest speaker they had spit the entire time he talked, and the one before that spoke at full volume like she was teaching a room full of hundreds of people rather than the twenty four that were gathered.

"I regret not getting here early," Jake murmured, and Bradley nodded as he shifted in his seat and messed with the cuffs of the sleeves of his flight suit. He was really hung up on what you could possibly be doing today, and he knew that he wasn't going to be able to pay attention to this lecture topic at all. And that's when he noticed what was written on the white board behind Cyclone.

THE PHYSICS OF PROPULSION AND MATHEMATICAL FORMULATIONS IN SINGLE SEAT F/A-18 JETS

He groaned, because even the word mathematical made him think about you. This was about to be a long afternoon. Then Admiral Simpson cleared his throat, and Bradley forced his attention to the man in front of him.

"Welcome. Today's lecture topic is of the utmost importance regarding updates that will be made to your aircrafts this year. We will take a look at jet propulsion and the calculations specific to your F/A-18s before the new NATOPS is even released. We have two guest speakers who are professors from San Diego State University's math and physics departments, and they have graciously agreed to spend some time on this topic with us."

"No way," Bradley whispered, convinced it had to be you. He swiveled around in his seat so fast, he thought he might have broken it as he hung over the arm into the aisle when the classroom door opened. He could hear her high heels on the floor before he realized he was looking at Jessica enter the room, but then his heart skipped around in his chest just like the first time he saw you over ten years ago at his fraternity house. You looked fucking hot as sin, strolling in behind Jake's wife with a folder in your hand and a smirk on your red lips. Your eyes found his immediately as he sat there gaping at you while you made your way to the front of the room, but other than a little nod in his direction, you gave him nothing.

"Holy shit," Jake hissed next to him as Bradley nodded in agreement, his eyes glued on your body as he heard Cyclone introduce you and Dr. Jessica Reed by name. You gave the room at large a little wave, but your eyes flicked him, and Bradley let out the breath he had apparently been holding as he relaxed into his seat. So this must have been why you tried to make it seem like you were extremely busy today. Maybe you and Jessica didn't want him and Jake to catch on to the fact that you'd be presenting their class.

As Jessica started talking, he took in every inch of your appearance. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, and you were doing it very well. Bradley was proficient at calculus, having attended many of your college level math lectures. Sometimes he surprised you, but sometimes you knew ahead of time that he planned on being there. It didn't hurt that the lectures he attended usually ended with sex or a blowjob for him. Somehow math had turned into a form of foreplay for the two of you, and Bradley couldn't get enough. You'd praise him when he was able to solve a difficult problem, and the rewards were always sexy.

He was used to seeing you like this when he visited San Diego State University, but getting to witness your brilliance on the Naval base was already so exciting. Right now, he was already having a difficult time sitting still as he grew hard at the sound of your voice.

"The calculations related to your Super Hornets are so precise, we'll just take a look at a handful of examples to give you an idea of what we mean," you said, opening up your folder on the table as Bradley ran his sweaty palms on his flight suit. You were only a few feet away from him. He could smell your shampoo. He could count the little silver buttons on the side of your skirt. He had to bite his lip as you turned toward the white board and uncapped a marker as you said, "Please, let me know if I'm going too fast."

He could pick your writing out easily, but there was something about the way you always chose the letter B for your variables when he was watching. Your smooth penmanship started to fill the board as you talked your way through the problem, but Bradley could barely take his eyes off your ass. He turned around briefly to make sure nobody else had the same idea he did, but it was hard to tell. The younger guys looked a lot more enthusiastic than they usually did, and he might have to pound some sense into them later. Didn't they know you were his fucking wife?

But maybe they didn't. You kept your name the same when you got married. So did Jessica for that matter. Now Bradley sat a little taller in his seat as he realized he was married to one of the two extremely hot PhDs who all the other men in the room were drooling over.

"Does that make sense?" you asked, turning back to face them with a satisfied look on your face. "Dr. Reed can take over explaining the actual physics of the aircraft propulsion, and then I'll jump back in with the next calculation."

Bradley smiled at you while Jessica started talking again, and he could tell you were trying not to look at him as your lips curled into a grin. God, you were just fucking perfect. Smart and silly and sexy. And the two of you had so much history together, he could practically read the thoughts on your face.

"Did they dress like this on purpose?" Jake croaked softly.

"I know mine did," Bradley whispered. Your little tweed skirt and loafers screamed east coast academic. It looked as good on you as his tie dye shirt always did. It was just as sexy as lingerie. It was almost pornographic to him at this point. But today you had them paired with a blazer and a bodysuit. A bodysuit. He loved those things with the little snaps that held them closed as they hugged your curves. He was almost certain you'd skipped a bra. He couldn't wait to find out for sure.

Jessica was still talking about jet propulsion. Bradley would ask you to explain it to him later if it was actually important. Right now, you were slowly buttoning and then unbuttoning your blazer over and over again while you alternated between consulting your notes and stealing glances at Bradley. He was too warm as he watched your fingers work, and your eyes caught his as he leaned forward in his seat.

"Hey, Sugar," he mouthed, and your gaze dropped back to your folder as you bit your lip and smiled. He was ready to go home. Take you to bed. Or maybe get a private lecture in your home office. Or maybe drive all the way to the college and visit one of the library study rooms. You made everything so exciting, he wanted all of it.

When Jessica handed the lecture back over to you, Bradley squirmed in his seat as you wrote another calculation on the board. Jake was really no better in the seat next to him, and he realized the two of them must look like idiots at the moment. But you were making a subtle math joke that he understood, and when you glanced over your shoulder, your engagement ring sparkled under the fluorescent light.

"Now this is how the updates will actually make your aircrafts more fuel efficient," you said as you easily worked through a calculation that looked so complicated, Isaac Newton wouldn't have been able to solve it. Bradley's cock was still half hard, and he wasn't exactly sure how he was going to be able to stand up after this. But then you really threw him for a loop when you casually added the equation from your tattoo into the middle of the mess of mathematics on the white board. Now the only thing he could think about was your tits. Or rather, him running his lips along your math titty tattoo.

Bradley wasn't going to be able to sit still for much longer, but you turned around and asked, "Does anyone have any questions?"

He had to sit there and listen to several of the other guys ask you the most idiotic questions just so they could have your attention. Then Bradley raised his hand and waited until you pointed at him and said, "Lieutenant Bradshaw?" with an amused look on your face. "You have a question?"

"Yeah," he said, voice raspy. "I do, professor. If the variable B is directly related to propulsion, then how is that going to affect my thrust?"

He kept a straight face while you fought to do the same. You cleared your throat, took a step in his direction, and said, "You're going to need to have some additional thrust, Lieutenant."

Bradley nodded and gave you a thoughtful look. "Hmmm, that's what I thought. And it looks like a very complicated calculation."

You stood there in front of everyone in your little tweed skirt and the diamond ring he gave you and said, "If you'd like a more thorough explanation, I wouldn't mind spending a few minutes with you afterwards, Lieutenant."

As he leaned back in his seat, he told you, "I look forward to it."

So Bradley listened to Jessica while you occasionally interjected, and he kept his eyes on your face as his excitement started to build even more. When the afternoon lecture was finally over, he and Jake both stayed in their seats while Cyclone shook hands with the two of you.

"How long do you think they've been planning this?" Jake whispered, his voice hoarse.

"Not sure," Bradley replied as you collected your notes into your folder. "But I intend to find out." He was impressed as hell that you managed to pull this off without him noticing, but his skin was tingling with need. He desperately wanted to get his hands on you after you worked him up with all of the intellectual teasing. 

As soon as Cyclone dismissed everyone, Jake was on his feet, dragging Jessica out of the classroom, but Bradley didn't move an inch in his seat. His cock was hard, and you were running your hand along your tweed covered hip as you smiled at him. But then he had to endure one of the younger aviators who was new to Top Gun trying to chat you up when he should have just left the classroom with the others. When you turned to face him instead, annoyance washed through Bradley's veins.

"Uh, hi, uh I actually studied mathematics at the Naval Academy, and I graduated three years ago, and uh, I was just wondering if you would want to get a drink with me sometime and talk more about, um, some of the topics you covered about propulsion and thrust-"

"Fuck off, man," Bradley barked. "She's wearing goddamn wedding rings. And she's not interested."

Your hand slipped over your lips as you laughed silently while the younger man looked at Bradley in shock. "Oh. Right. Okay," he muttered before hightailing it from the now nearly empty classroom.

"That wasn't very nice," you said, fighting against a smile. "He seemed really sweet. I was going to let him shoot his shot."

Bradley stood with a soft groan, his erection pressing against the zipper of his flight suit. "I was promised a private tutorial session, Dr. Sugar. I'm not about to let a twenty-something year old take up any of my time."

Without hesitation, you walked over to him and started to slowly unzip his flight suit. "Hate to break it to you, Beer Boy, but you were a twenty-something year old when I fell in love with you." 

You ran your fingers along his undershirt, and Bradley glanced at the open classroom door as he whispered, "I hope you know you're not leaving this room until you're full of my cum."

"Lieutenant Bradshaw!" you gasped, eyes wide and surprised. But your hand was dipping lower to his abs, and he could tell you were as turned on as he was. "This is a tutoring session!"

Bradley wrapped his hand around your wrist and gently led you toward the door which he immediately closed. "I want to know how the hell you managed to pull this off. I had no idea you and Jessica were going to be teaching a class for the Navy."

"We've been working on our lesson plan for weeks," you said with a smirk as Bradley placed both of your palms on the door and flipped the light switch off. In the dimly lit room, you whispered, "We wanted it to be a surprise."

Bradley stood behind you, facing the door and kissed your neck above your unbuttoned blazer. "And here I thought you lied to me about your plans because you needed a break from me."

You moaned softly as his nose traced the shell of your ear. "Oh, please. It's not like you're annoying like Jake. I don't need a break from you, Beer Boy."

"Hmm, then what do you need from me?" he asked softly, letting one hand slide up your bodysuit while he confirmed that you were not wearing a bra. Your nipples were tight peaks as he stroked them through the fabric with one big hand, and you bumped your ass back against his erection.

"I need you to tell me what you know about thrust, Lieutenant," you stated in your teacher voice which made him grind against you.

"I know you like it when I give you a little thrust," he grunted, guiding your tweed skirt up your thighs as you gasped.

"Is this a good idea?" you asked, still pressing your body back against his. "Should we wait until we get home?"

"Can't," he growled, yanking your skirt up over your ass and wrapping his hands around your hips as he looked down at the perfect view. "You got me too worked up. You know what your lectures do to me. And this time it was on my home turf."

Your hands were still planted on the door as you glanced at him over your shoulder. "Almost like I'm in the Navy now. Lieutenant Sugar? Should I get a uniform?"

"Oh, fuck. You know I couldn't handle that. Besides, I'm really partial to your tweed." He was running his knuckles down your rear end as he whispered, "Please, let me fuck you. I'll be quick, Baby."

His fingers were already at the snaps on your bodysuit that hid your pussy from his touch when you said, "Do it."

With a flick of his wrist, the snaps sprung free, and he ran his finger along your slit. Your back arched as he carefully pulled his cock free from his unzipped flight suit and underwear, and then he was guiding you to your tiptoes as he slipped himself inside you.

Bradley wrapped one hand around your waist and braced the door closed with the other as he buried himself deep inside you. Your soft gasp sounded beautiful as he sucked on your neck and gave you a few deep strokes. When he started to go faster, your fingers curled against the door as you whined his name, and he asked, "How's my thrust?"

Your head tipped back against his shoulder as you whispered, "You're just about there. Maybe a little harder."

Always wanting to be your top student, he did exactly as you told him and picked up the pace, letting himself slam against your ass. Your tight pussy felt so fucking good, and normally he'd draw this out as long as possible, but not today. He let your grip on him take over all of his senses, and soon he was grunting next to your ear, lips parted as he fucked you up against the door in a classroom at Top Gun.

"This is filthy as hell," he muttered, jerking his hips in an uneven rhythm. "Fucking my perfect wife on base. During work hours." 

"Beer Boy," you gasped when he slammed deep and held himself there. He did it again, loving the sound of his body meeting yours so intimately. A third time, and the pull along his spine as you moaned was too much. You had complete control over him.

Bradley gave it to you hard until he was panting. He let himself come as you turned and looked back at him, licking those sinful lips. "Jesus, fuck, holy shit," he groaned before kissing your lips softly as he gave you a few more thrusts before pulling himself free.

He was still a little hard as he tucked himself back into his flight suit and zipped it up again. When he went to fix your bodysuit, he ended up with his fingers coated in your arousal mixed with his cum as he did the snaps once again.

"Good as new," he murmured as you tugged your skirt down and turned to face him. He kissed you again before he said, "We should get out of here."

You nodded and collected your folder before pulling the door open and strolling casually out into the hallway like you didn't have his sticky cum rubbing against your inner thighs. "Now that you're all squared away with your thrust variable," you told him as he licked his fingers clean, enjoying the way the two of you tasted together, "you'll be even faster, Lieutenant."

Bradley snickered as you and he rounded the corner. "I hope you mean in the air. Quickies aren't really my thing, unless we're in a library study room or apparently an empty Naval classroom."

"There you are, professor." Cyclone was trying to flag you down, and Bradley watched you stumble as you headed off in his direction. He wasn't even sure if Admiral Simpson knew you and he were married, but the other man looked overjoyed as he said, "I've already been getting wonderful feedback about you and Dr. Reed, and I'm hoping you'll both agree to come back next month for another lecture on a different topic."

Bradley groaned and just kept walking. He would wait for you in the parking lot where he'd have a moment to himself to collect his thoughts. More sexy tweed and his hot wife in the classroom? Another lecture topic? Hours of mathematical foreplay that nobody else seemed to pick up on? Quickies were about to become his thing.

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I missed Beer Boy and Sugar SO MUCH! She's such a queen, she literally just has to exist to make him lose his mind. But she knows what she did here. She knows. Thanks for reading!

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[stealingpotatoes]

POTES SEMI-LIVEBLOGS KOTOR!

ive been writing my thoughts in the notes app but due to popular demand (one person asked for it) i'm posting my liveblogging DO NOT SAY/TAG/COMMENT SPOILERS PLEASE i read tags

warning im a yapper, im 10 hours in and theres a lot already (separated into sessions):

SESSION 1

whos this clown i thought i would be playing as revan

ive been too spoiled by dragon age origins this character creator sucks ass

only human???? ): fr?? ill just imagine her different in my brain or some shit

my life is being mansplained to me. is this bad writing or do i have amnesiacs

hes meta now??? hes talking abt the screen controls?????

omg a jedi and an evil jediii

omg their asses suckedddd they both died immediately

i <3 bringing a sword to a gun fight

WHY R THERE SO MANY SITH WHERE IS TJE RULE OF TWO

i clicked a workbench and it said lightsaber so either i get a lightsaber or i get a jedi friend whose lightsaber i can steal if im careful

I assume u play as revan in kotor2 so im gonna buy that now so i can play it when im done playing w this clown

i got light side points im getting a good grade in game morality which is something both normal to want and possible to achieve

everyone keeps saying revan is dead but thats my friend revan from tumblr hes clearly alive. or they???

my characters ass is distractingly present onscreen

huge fan of the way everyone collapsed drunk what the FUCK was in that wine

ok these sith ppl might be the bad guys but their armour is DRIPPY AS FUCK

ideologically i dont agree w the sith but they kinda went off w the fits

googling how to become a sith without being evil cause they have Drip

SESSION 2

i paid £1.19 to see revan he better show up in this game at some point

all these sith n i still cant find one revan….. stop faking ur death rn come out n talk to me babygirl this isnt like u….

why can i be light/dark side if im not a jedi. give me a laser sword

maybe this jedi gyal will know where revan is faking his death. or give me a fuckin lightsaber PLEASEEE

was just thinking 'does this game have romance' and then carth called me beautiful. i dont think im gonna romance anyone until i get this amnesia sorted

why is carth questioning me so much abt the crash im pretty sure i have amnesia

why tf did the jedi lady have me transferred to this ship are we in lesbians with each other???

carth's not wrong it is suspicious but i lowkey have amnesia so i coulda done that i coulda not

a lot of clone wars voice actors in this. was lucasfilm so broke in the 2000s that they could only afford the same 3 VAs for every project

mission is 14??????? we need to get my girl back in school

SESH 3

tale as old as time i fucking suck at racing games

ok i didnt realise you had to mash click i won

REVAN!!! REVAN!!!!!!!!!

why am i dreaming abt revan tho. real as hell but ?????

lmao cringe revan getting blown up. i thought the jedi beat rev-meister in a fight but no. accident

"such visions are often a sign of force sensitivity" COOL YAY GIVE ME A LIGHTSABER

BASTILLE LOST HER FUCKING LIGHTSABER??

CARTH IS RIGHT THATS LIKE DAY ONE JEDI SHIT. ok i still love her even tho shes a bit of a bitch and also doesnt have a saber

if we find a lightsaber im taking it first tho

whys carth getting weird abt me being weird that he doesnt trust me. i just wanna be friends mate

SESH IV: A NEW HOPE

'i mean no disrespect, but perhaps one of the male slaves could serve you better' i went in here to start a slave revolution and instead got called a lesbo

LMAO THERES A SPICE LAB???? WALTER WHITE WHERE ARE YOU

thats insaneee they blew up BILLIONS of people to get to one jedi?????? these sith arent fucking around theyre scary

UM THIS IS CRAZY GRAPHICS THE LIGHTING IS CLEARER/DARKER WHEN I COVER THE SUN W THE SHIP EDGE?? 2003 IS THE YEAR OF THE FUTURE

someone just called me padawan i kinda assumed i was in my late 20s do i just have baby vibes

all the jedi in the movies are so chill but every kotor jedi i've met so far has been a bit of a bitch

YO THEY HAVE A YODA!!! its not THE yoda but

cool so these guys are just the regional managers at best. your asses are not the council

why can everyone smell my force juju so strong

THATS STRAIGHT UP YODA'S CLONE WARS VA

why does fake yoda not blink both eyes at the same time. im calling him master tortimer he reminds me of the animal crossing mayor

bastila there was no need for such a fancy bow

malak is like evil aang

revan is so much shorter than malak omg

are me and bastila sharing dreams. are we both obsessed w revan

poor mission ):

WHAT WAS MASTER TORTIMER ABT TO SAY????????? EVER SINCE WHEN??? DID WE KNOW EACH OTHER BEFORE MY AMNESIACS????? DID BASTILA TELL U SMTHN MORE WHEN I WASNT IN THE ROOM???

im intrigued i like this whole hidden jedi shtick its very compelling. so is whatever theyre hiding from me

kinda surprising no jedi found me before tho given my force juju is so strong

IM A LEGIT JEDI NOW??? SICK!!!

does revan rlly not have pronouns i thought that was a tumblr thing but they straight up are a nonbinary icon ive never heard a single pronoun used. revan's pronouns are revan/revan's

damn revan seems so cool in these stories (charismatic war hero that convinced their troops to join them as conqueror?? julius caesar) and yet all we've seen them do onscreen is get blown up and die by accident

A YEAR AGO? the way they were talking i assumed revan died like. a week before the game started

master uh i forgot his name he has martin scorcese vibes said revan was a paragon of the jedi so what im getting is that all jedi gifted kids turn evil

even if i didnt know revan as a tumblr darling id KNOW revan has to be alive somewhere they way everyone talks abt them is too cool for a character who exploded and died. i think. i hope. I PAID £1.19 TO MEET REVAN

'only you and bastila can stop malak' seriously????? just us two?? ive been a jedi for like, 6 minutes and you guys keep calling bastila young???? do you guys not wanna help??

omg im getting carth to traumadump! <3

HE WAS ON REVAN'S ARMY>??

i totally knew the jedi code and did not have to google it whatsoever

they rlly said fuck going to illum heres a crystal from the bin

he told me id be a great sentinel and i was like i know but i want blue cause i dont wanna be matchies with bastila

OGH!!! I HAVE A LIGHTSABER!!!! THIS IS GAME OF THE YEAR!!!!

omg i made my lightsaber perfectlyyy which is rare <3 getting a good grade in jedi

maybe i was a travelling lightsaber salesman before my amnesia

seriously though WHO was i everyone's kinda stopped acting like i have amnesia since the first mission BUT IVE PLAYED DRAGON AGE THAT GIVES YOU OPPORTUNITIES TO RP UR PAST. THIS DOESNT. EITHER THIS GAME IS BAD (but i love it so its not) OR I HAVE RETROGRADE AMNESIA

also everyone keeps being like "Oh ur force juju is so strong" AND NOBODY FOUND ME TIL NOW??? suspicious. did getting a really bad concussion activate the force in me

im too confused and amnesiac'd to think abt anything except the fact i have a glowing stick now

FSESH FIVE:

big fan of using aliens to avoid having to get VAs to read every line

oh so carth's boyfriend saul betrayed him and became leader of the sith fleet so he has trust issues

well he needs to calm down. i can't betray him cause i dont know what the fuck is happening

yooo i love the design differences on the mandalorians

oh my god this lady wanted to fuck her droid cause it was her husband's. and then it killed itself. wtf. game of the year tho

wtf they jebaited this juhani person into going dark side but then i talked her out of it. that seems a bit mean of them

i hope she can join my party she looks too unique to be a random npc

ive been thinking and I might be going crazy but there was a loading screen tip ages ago that said jedis could wipe ppl's mind and all i thought at the time was 'fuck the shitshow acolyte didnt make that up'. but what if one of them wiped MY memory and i used to be a jedi or smthn ????????

cause they keep being like ur weirdly good at this??? did bastila steal my memories??????????

I KNOW I HAVE AMNESIA!! EVEN IF EVERYONE DOESN'T BRING IT UP BC THEYRE PROBABLY TRYING TO SAVE MY FEELINGS

if i dont have amnesia and im just deeping the fact the opening had my life being mansplained then im gonna look real stupid

anyway time 2 go to the fuckshit ruins cave where r-dog and malak went to

"it must be referring to revan. the dark lord and malak--" revan's pronouns are revan/thedarklord

bastila said theres no mention of the Builders in the archives. does she just know every text off by heart

THIS DROID IS 20K YEARS OLD ???

omg i can equip 2 lightsabers at once. game of the year

OK I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING I SAID ABOUT THE AMNESIA BASTILA IS ASKING ME QUESTIONS ABOUT MY BACKGROUND THAT I CAN ANSWER. I REPEAT I DO NOT HAVE AMNESIA

ok i didnt get choices and i didnt really uh… say anything that i didnt already get told im still not ruling out amnesia

also booo i didnt get to find out how old i was

master tortimer rlly looks like the ultimate ketamine yoda

LMAO THERE WAS A DIALOGUE OPTION 2 CALL JUHANI A CATGIRL

omg kashyyk from jedi fallen order!!!

I CAN UPGRADE MY LIGHTSABER THIS IS JUST LIKE JFO

omg this ship is fun i wish everyone had personalised bunk spaces like hfw… a game which came out 19 years after this i should probably just take what we have

im gonna start w manaan cause im p sure thats what B-dog said n its the same language the droid was speakin

omg hyperspace from star wars

THE GUY THE BUILDING FELL ON???

am i having dreams abt revan bc bastila killed revan and im connected to her this is so roundabout

maybe i'd sleep better if my ponytail wasnt clipping into the pillow

[kiwi accent] six

carth needs a xanax every time i think we're friends he stops trusting me

also lmao he actually pointed out how wild it was that a day one padawan is being sent on this uber important mission and HES RIGHT IT IS WEIRD!! i thought it was main character logic but he's calling it out

i really really like the sense of unease that's setting in like at first i thought it was just cause im not used to 2003 games but no this is on purpose bc carth my friend carth keeps calling it out

THERE IS A CHILD ON MY SHIP ??????????????????

lmao the representative for menaan is roland wann. its like poetry it rhymes

there are no cameras in the sith hangar <3 rookie error i can commit crimes now

bastila's favourite hobby is getting shot and walking into my grenades

this isnt a combat system this is a missing system

I GOT ARRESTED???? IM JUST A GIRL

nvm i had a datapad that said the sith were evil so theyve let me go free and we're besties

why do i feel like ive just walked into an underwater horror mission

this suit waddles at the speed of a penguin on fentanyl

i tamed the beastie this is like how to train your dragon

MALAK FIRED ON REVAN?????? WERENT THEY BEST FRIENDS???????

but maybe revan escaped when bastila wasnt looking THEYRE FINE THEYRE OUT THERE SOMEWHERE. I BELIEVE

so hopefully when we run into revan they'll be like agh i changed my ways cause of the being shot thing and they'll be my bestie

great news i successfully communicated w the ship child and gave her back to dantooine. my girl has shockingly good linguisitics skills

bastila is so dour "oh watch out for the dark side" GIRL I AM. I NEED TO GET THE BEST GRADE IN GAME MORALITY

ok OFF TO KASHYYK i hope cal kestis is there… thru the force i guess… bc he wont be born for another 4000 years but its whatever

omg you'll never guess what. another vision. wow its one of the thangs. cool this is a tomorrow me problem

[westanleovaldito]

Nosferatu

(Implied early seasons) Spencer Reid x gn!eader

Summary: upon seeing the book on his shelf, you offer to take him to the new Nosferatu movie. You were, however, very in the dark about the plot.

A/N: kinda short, been a bit since i wrote something (or watched the movie) and my brother gave me this idea so credit to @ericthebarbaric and yall know i love early seasons Spence, so technically counts as a modern au?? Fuck if i know. Also very self endulgent and Nosferatu spoilers :)

All you wanted was to go on a date. A nice one too. You saw the old, worn, clearly loved copy of a book on his shelf, and recognized it as the movie that recently came out.

Naturally, you reached to look at it. Squatting down as you looked at the inside summary.

"Oh, do you want to borrow that copy?" He asked as he entered the livingroom, still wringing his hands. "You can read it if you want?"

You, knowing borrowing knowledge was his love language, only shook your head as you stood. "It's ok. I just got an idea though." You smile, cocking your head.

He mirrored you, waiting for you to continue.

"There's a remake in theaters," you start with a grin. So, so proud of yourself for doing something he'd like. "We can watch it together if you want?"

His face flushed. He wasn't used to people flirting with him- especially not pretty people. You had been dating for about three months now, and you had just accepted that his shell would be hard to break.

"Do you- do you know what it's about?" He asked, raising a brow.

You shrugged, humming softly. "Lonely victorian girl summons plague-y vampire?"

"Sure." He let out a soft chuckle, nodding as a knowing grin overtook him. "It'll be fun."

"Hell yeah it will!" You smiled, setting the book back.

The morning was lovely. Sunny with a colder breeze. Bagel and coffee in hand, you walked down the street with Spencer, playfully pushing his shoulder with your own as you teased him. It was great! Even as you sat in the empty theater, whispering and giggling to eachother.

The lights dimmed fully, signaling the advertisements and trailers were completely done. You gave a final whisper to him, grinning as you leaned a little closer.

You were still hyper aware of his quirks, touch aversion, germaphobia, and his need to take things at what felt like snails pace- which you were patient with! Today, you felt like holding his hand, but you were unsure of how he'd react and-

Oh right, the film.

The image of a lonely victorian girl, praying for company made you chuckle slightly. "That's just me when you leave." You whispered to him.

It looked a little like his face had flushed, he always blushed when you spoke closer to him. Still, he nodded and help back a giggle.

Something about the knowing smirk on his face, like he was the one making a joke this time, it made you happy and suspicious at the very same time.

You looked back to the screen to see the main woman writhing and moaning, suspended in the air. "Huh..." you vocalized in a clearly shoked tone. "Id she possessed? I wasnt- Is she orgasming?!" You whisper yelled in mild horror.

There was soft, restricted giggle beside you, followed by the crunch of popcorn. You looked over to see Spencer, face bright red, just before he looked away.

"Did you know about this?!" You asked, knowing the answer.

You knew he adored classic literature, but you forgot classic literature got... modern, in ways. Was there even smut in the book itself? Dr. Spencer Walter Reid read vampire smut?!

"I don't know what you're talking about" he grinned after gulping. His eyes were fixed on the bottom left corner of the screen, clearly flustered.

"Are you getting back at me for all the subtle flirting?!"

"I don't know what you're talking about" he repeated with a flushed giggle, shoving more popcorn in his mouth.

The entire rest of the film was full of your shock, Spencer trying not to look at anything and the both of you stifling laughter.

At the end of the film, at the final sex scene, when the evil vampire (who was horrifically bullied by you) screamed as the sun hit him, you grinned. "Post nut clarity" you whispered, much to the dismay of the one other woman in the theater, since the man next to you let out the loudest laugh of the day.

This, ofcourse, was followed by the most disgusted "ewugh!" Either of you had ever made at the sight of the last shot of the movie.

"So, did you enjoy it?" Spencer asked at the end when the lights came on. You finally got to see the full extent of his reddened face.

You paused, attempting to find the right words. "It was scarring" you smile and nod, much to his amusment. "I think i would've enjoyed it more if i was prepared for the, uh... graphic nature"

He nodded, tossing the popcorn bucket away and gesturing for you to link arms. "I just wanted to see you flustered for once."

"You could've done literally anything else- maybe do something spontaneous or-"

Before you could finish, he grinned. Leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Li-like that?" He asked, clearly in horror of his own actions. Initiating physical affection was something he was trying to do more of, and you would be proud of him in a moment.

All you could do was pause and blink like the windows loading screen. "Uh... y-yeah" you nod, looking to him with a growing smile. "Exactly like that"

[changenameno]

The Thief (One-Shot)

(Complete)

Summary: You’ve always been quite the troublemaker. And pickpocketing was your favourite pastime. However you hadn’t noticed the bearded man watching you, until it was too late. Whatever will he do with you?

 

Paring: Walter Marshall x Fem. Reader

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, reader is a thief, being caught, cursing, degrading words, abuse of authority, but reader is enthusiastic about it, enthusiastic consent given, rough sex, p in v

Word count: 2.9K

 

A/N: That scenario has been stuck in my head for some time, so I thought I’d put it into writing. As always any mistakes are my own. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated! Thank you and enjoy!❤️✨

 

 !Neither Walter Marshall nor Nomis are my creation!

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Your fingers felt like they would fall off any second now. It was freezing and still, you had purposefully neglected to wear gloves. Why?

Simple, you were lighter fingered when your hands weren’t encased in any sort of fabric. Though right now you wondered if it had been a mistake, since the feeling in your hands had been gone for about an hour.

 

 

You had underestimated the cold front the weather guy had talked about, especially because it was only October.

 

 

Standing to side of the crowd, you watched possible targets go about their day, buying things on the farmers market. Completely unaware of your eagle eyes, keeping track of, where they put their wallets.

 

 

You knew, it was a bit risky pickpocketing right here, because the police had doubled their efforts, since an awful lot of civilians had reported their stolen money or missing wallets in the past few month. So to placid them, they had promised to update the security in the area.

 

 

Though you hadn’t seen said ‘updated security’, you were aware of the possibility of undercover cops. But that did next to nothing to dissuade you from your weekly shopping spree. Normally you didn’t keep watch that long, but you had hoped maybe the cop would show themselves. Hence the delay.

 

Though they didn’t reveal themselves.

 

 

And you didn’t want to wait much longer to relive someone, of the awful burden of carrying so much money around, because your fingers would truly fall off soon. That’s why your eyes were set on your final target.

 

 

A middle aged woman, whose attire looked so expensive and out of place, you were convinced she had some money to spare.

 

 

Before reconsidering and risk being exposed to the cold any longer, you made your move. Diving into the crowd, carefully trailing the woman with the red handbag, in which you knew her matching red wallet was uncaringly stuffed into, after her last purchase.

 

 

It was nearly too easy, as she stopped again, leaning forward to inspect the goods more closely, making her bag move backwards and an even simpler target for you. She didn’t even notice, how close you’d gotten, let alone when your hand had slipped into her bag, swiftly removing her wallet. As quickly as you could you opened it and removed the money, stuffing it into your coat’s pocket, before putting her wallet back into the handbag.

 

 

To prevent making anyone suspicious, you too leaned over the goods for a few seconds, as if you were inspecting them as well. Next you politely smiled at the vendor and then moved away, slithering through the mass of people. Escaping. Or so you thought.

 

 

You hadn’t even reached the spot from where you had kept watch, when someone rather rudely crashed into you from behind, grabbing your arm. Exasperated at their behaviour you tried to twist around, though it was in vain, with the iron clad grip they had on you, so you just struggled, cursing under your breath, “What the fuck…let me go! This instant!”

 

 

Whoever was behind you, only tightened their grip further, chuckling lowly, “Oh I don’t think so, hon.”

 

 

Still struggling in the hold, you slightly panicked because the man really didn’t let go at all, hissing you threatened him, “Let go you arsehole, or I’ll scream! Then you have to explain yourself to the fucking police!!”

 

 

He didn’t have any difficulty keeping his hold on you, despite you trying to wrestle yourself free. Suddenly he was even closer, sturdy body pressed against yours, as his warm breath tickled your ear, “Aww is that an invitation? Because as a matter of fact, I am the police.”

 

 

You ceased your fighting instantly. Shit. Now you really panicked. What would he do? He most certainly had caught you redhandedly. Your body couldn’t decide if it was overheating or ice cold, switching between the two sensations as if your panicked state wasn’t enough to deal with already.

 

 

“Mmmh, not so feisty anymore, are we now, you little thief?”

 

 

Crap his deep voice and mocking manner, made heated waves roll through your body, apparently it had settled on confused arousal, you cursed quietly.

 

 

“What was that? Cursing at a police officer is just as a serious offense as stealing, you know.”

 

 

You didn’t know what to do, you just went slack in his hold, submitting to the muscled man behind you.

 

 

“That’s what I thought,” he taunted you further.

 

 

At last he set into motion, taking you with him, gliding through the crowd and further to a police car parked in an alley. Only once he’d pushed you into the backseat, slamming the door shut, reality hit you again.

 

 

You had been caught. Now sitting in a police car, probably soon on the way to the nearest precinct. You didn’t even know what would happen next. Could they throw you in prison for this? Would there be a hearing? Damn it, you never had to think about the consequences before…

 

 

The front door opened and he entered, distracting you for a second, as your eyes roved over his form. Great, not only did he have an alluring voice, he also had to be extremely attractive. His clear blue eyes met yours, grinning in triumph, “You have any idea, how much trouble you’ve caused us?”

 

 

You didn’t know what made you so bold, as you cheekily replied, “I’m terribly sorry officer, but I just can’t help myself. Always been a trouble maker.”

 

 

He buckled his seat belt, turning to the front again, shaking his head, mumbling, “Bet you are.”

 

 

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As you finally arrived at the precinct, it was dark outside. Apparently he hadn’t driven to the nearest one. He opened the back door of the car once more. Immediately steel grip on you, pinning your arms uncomfortably behind your back, as he manoeuvred you to the door leading into the police station.

 

 

It was eerily quiet inside. You didn’t see anyone, as you turned your head left and right.

 

 

Then another officer came into view.

 

 

“Ah hey there, Marshall! Finally, was just about to leave.”

 

“Bennet, you know you can’t leave, if no one’s here, right?”, Marshall answered, clearly annoyed by that Bennet guy.

 

 

“Yeah, yeah I know. Sooo, whose that?”, Bennet nodded to you.

 

 

“None of your business. Just go home.”

 

 

Bennet quickly shuffled out of the way, as Marshall and you passed him. You two went around a corner, away from the desks through a never ending corridor. Glaringly white light beaming down on you, making your eyes burn after the prolonged darkness in the car.

 

 

The station was bigger than you thought it’d be, as you turned another corner. Though here he finally stopped, in front of a small cell. You heard the jiggling of the keys, then he unlocked the door, letting go of you and pushing you inside as he entered as well.

 

 

You turned around, suppressing a shiver when he crossed his arms, towering over you.

 

 

“Come here.”

 

 

You ignored his command, shaking your head.

 

 

He sighed, approaching you,” Hon, this is standard procedure. I’ve got to pet you down, make sure you’ve got nothing dangerous on you.”

 

 

You froze, when your back hit the wall. You weren’t afraid. Actually quite the opposite, you were exited at the prospect of this gorgeous man petting you down. Letting his big hands glide up and down your body.

But you were determined to not let, him, know that. And you were convinced if he came any closer he’d know.

 

 

But you were trapped. He came to a stop in front of you. Concerned he’d furrowed his dark brows, “May I?”

 

 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

 

 

You’d let him do anything, if he looked at you like that. Not trusting your voice you nodded.

 

 

He squatted down, warm hands settling on your calves, slowly moving up. Your eyes widened when you saw the burning desire you felt, mirrored in his ocean ones.

 

 

Not able to conceal your excitement, you automatically widened you stance, as his hands moved beyond your knees. Thumbs stroking over your inner thighs teasingly, making you pant loudly.

 

 

His amusement was crystal clear with the way he smirked up at you, “Already getting exited, you little thief?”

 

 

You whimpered pathetically as his right hand was now dangerously close to your pulsing centre. Closing your eyes in anticipation, your breath hitched in surprise, when he’d suddenly stood up. Bearded face in front of yours, making your eyes fly open again.

 

 

He cupped your chin, tilting your head back a little, whispering, “Are you sure, you want this?”

 

 

“Yes,” you breathed back.

 

 

“I need you to be absolutely sure you want this just as much as I want this.” Blue eyes serious and flitting between yours.

 

 

You were touched by his gentleness, and quite relieved he made sure, you were on board with this. To wipe any doubts from his mind, you pressed your lips against his. Starting to kiss him fiercely.

 

 

He was a bit taken aback by your initiative, but only for a second, before he moved against your soft lips. His pink tongue begging for entrance, which you immediately granted. Deepening the kiss. When you pulled away, both of you panted, taking in the much needed oxygen.

 

 

He’d leaned his forehand against yours, growling softly when your swift fingers started to unbuckle his belt. Not able to hold back, you let them slide into his boxers, gasping when you felt how big he was. You couldn’t even close your hand around his shaft, though you began pumping him anyway, making his hips buck forward.

 

 

“Fu-uck, you’re really good with your hands aren’t you, hon?”

 

 

“What can I say, if I see something I like, I need to have it, Mr. Marshall.”

 

 

All the while your hand had moved back and forth on his hard rod, freeing him, as you’d pushed his pants and boxers down to his meaty thighs. It made him grunt loudly. His hands curling around your hips, then advancing toward the fly of your jeans, pulling your sipper down.

 

 

“Let’s see how wet you are for me, honey.”

 

 

And sure enough two long fingers dipped into your panties, feeling around your dripping walls, until he found your wet centre and plunged into your pussy.

 

 

Moaning wantonly you nearly let go of his cock, when his perfect fingers curled and pressed into your sweet spot.

 

“Argh, yeah right there.”

 

 

“Thought so, you’re clenching around me like crazy. Can’t wait to feel your tight, little snatch around my cock.”

 

 

You tried to reciprocate, moving your hand up and down, but it was impossible with the way his fingers sped up, carefully scissoring you open.

 

 

But he didn’t seem to care, enjoying how loud he could make you moan for him. As he pulled his fingers out, you mewled, unhappy at the sudden emptiness.

 

 

He cooed,” Aww darling don’t worry you’ll feel full again in a second.”

 

 

With that he pulled down your jeans and panties, only than noticing that he couldn’t remove them completely, because of your boots. Huffing annoyed, he didn’t even wait to pull off the boots. Instead he hauled you onto the small bed in the corner, lifting your legs and pushing your ankles down beside your head.

 

 

The new position had exposed you so entirely that you whimpered in embarrassment. He didn’t care though, burning gaze fixed on our soaking wet pussy, unconsciously liking over his lips, at the mouth-watering sight of you spread out, below him.

 

 

He quickly reached for his painfully throbbing cock, wanting nothing more than to bury it in your tight cavern. He rubbed the head between your sopping folds, collecting your juices to make the entrance smoother.

 

 

“You ready?”

 

 

Your nod was all he needed, as he began pushing against your hole. Slowly spreading you around his fat cockhead, before pushing further and further inside. Your breathing was shallow, as the monstrosity entered you.

 

 

“So biiig…”

 

 

He had the audacity to laugh, “Well hon, you said you needed to have the things you liked. And I’m simply giving them to you, aren’t I?”

 

 

Just then he finally bottomed out, making you whimper and him moan lowly.

His large firm hands rested on your calves, making sure they and you would stay in the position he’d put you in. Panting he smiled down at you, “So pretty for me. Have to start moving, your cunt is to fucking tight.”

 

 

Blazing blue eyes focused on your slit engulfing his cock, as he agonizingly slow moved back. He grunted when he pushed his hips forward, forcing his entire length back inside. Stretching your cunt, filling your body thoroughly once more.

 

 

“Quicker. Please M-Mr. Marshall, need more…”

 

 

He groaned, “Such a needy thing. But I expected nothing less off a little thief.”

 

 

You wanted to curse at him, but all that left you was another mewl, as he continued his slow, slow pace.

 

 

“Maybe if you beg again, honey. But this time, address me as Walter. After all I’m not your boss.”

 

 

Fully sheathed inside you, it was extremely hard to string together any sentence, but you tired your best, as you needed him to pick up his pace.

 

 

“Pl-please Walter… quicker, harder. Fuck me as hard as you can…please.”

 

 

“What a dangerous thing to say, honey. But your wish is my command,” he winked at you.

 

 

Walter finally pulled back, delivering a hard and heavy thrust, making you cry out, at the shocking wave of pleasure wracking your body.

 

 

Your fingers dug into the mattress, holding on for dear life, as he began hammering away. Rutting into you so violently, he smacked against your clit with ever thrust. Pulling a blinding, toe-curling orgasm from you.

 

 

He’d stopped moving for a bit, grinding his hips into yours, prolonging your orgasm. Walter made a low guttural sound, before picking up his pace once more.

 

 

Yelping as he ploughed away at your weeping pussy, he kept your legs pressed against your chest.

 

 

“Not nearly done with you yet, honey,” he panted.

 

 

One moan after the other was pulled from your lungs as your poor cunt didn’t have any time to recover and was just thrown into immediate pleasure again, as his massive cock made its way in and out of your body.

 

 

“Hnnm…pl-please. Wa-alter,” you squeaked.

 

 

 

Walter growled and picked up the pace even more. He pulled out completely, before driving home with every single thrust.

 

 

“Cl-close. I’m so close, honey.”

 

 

He kept slamming into your body, as you egged him on, “Yeah… please fill me up, Walter!!”

 

 

That’s what tipped him over the edge, taking you with him as your second orgasm was pulled from your exhausted body, feeling his seed entering you. Cock pulsing inside you, as a last deep moan left his lips.

 

 

Then he stilled, locking eyes with you, “Fuck… that was amazing, hon.”

 

 

Blinking up at him, you smiled, sighing when he slipped out, warm dripples of his and your residue running down. Walter let go of your legs. Wanting to protest as he pulled your panties and jeans back up, even though you were still dripping his cum.

 

 

He hushed you, “Ah, ah, ah. A little punishment is due don’t you think? Keeping my seed inside till you’re home is the least you could do, when I let you off with a warning, isn’t it, you little thief?”

 

 

You nodded, smirking at his decision, while he buckled his belt.

Then he added,” Though you obviously have to give me the money.”

 

 

Damn it, you had hoped he’d forgotten about that. But his outstretched hand said otherwise, so you pulled the money from your coat pocked and handed it over disgruntledly.

 

 

“That’s a good girl. Thank you,” he teased as he put it into his back pocket.

 

 

He turned around, opening the cell and letting you out, leading you back through the corridor you had come from with his hand touching your lower back.

 

 

When you arrived at the front room of the precinct it was completely deserted. He surprised you with the searing kiss he bestowed upon your lips.

When Walter pulled back, his blue eyes seemed to sparkle, “I really enjoyed that. All of it. Maybe next time, you’ll be here, it’s not because you committed a crime, yeah?”

 

 

“Can’t make any promises, but I’m sure our paths will cross again.”

 

 

Then you slipped out the door, vanishing into the night, but not without releasing a gleeful laugh as your fist closed around the money in victory.

 

Unbeknownst to Walter, you had stolen it right back during the kiss.

 

 

The minute you were gone he had noticed the missing money, roaring, “Fuck! You little minx! Get back here!!” Running out the door himself.

 

 

Walter could have sworn he heard you giggle in the distance, as he set out to chase after you.

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[hadesisqueer]

Who killed Lottie? Like who do you think it was?

Great question and I don't fucking know because as it turns out none of the Yellowjackets and associates except for Misty—who seemed shocked when she found out in Reddit—and Jeff—who was still with the elderly people—seem to have a reliable alibi lmao. Tai and Van separated for an hour and we don't see them until they reunited. Shauna disappeared for hours and went to fucking Manhattan for a cat and we also don't see her. Walter is Walter. Stalker/Allegedly Adult Melissa is, well, possibly the killer too. And Callie did not go with Shauna and Jeff and we don't see her either? Lmao

I think the show is gonna make us think it's the Stalker, but that's gonna be too obvious. Shauna is gonna be a top suspect, too, for some other characters—probably Callie—at least, considering how they ended things. But my top suspects right now are:

Walter: He had trouble with Misty lately. I could see him killing Lottie so he could connect with Misty again through solving the mystery?? Insane but there isn't a single sane character in this show, so not ruled out.

Tai/Other Tai: Taissa disappeared for a whole hour, around the same time Lottie dies, after Van tells her she didn't want to sacrifice the random guy. That is suspicious as fuck. I could see her meeting Lottie trying to talk about all of this and then Other Tai takes over and kills Lottie for Van. I don't think Tai would've been even conscious of doing it.

Callie: This one is less likely considering I believe Lottie's death is probably supposed to set up conflict between Shauna and Callie, with the latter believing Shauna had killed and wondering if she was a good person. But there's also the possibility she could've been the one who killed Lottie, too. Again, she didn't go with Jeff and Shauna. She was upset about Shauna kicking Lottie out and probably had a thousand questions about the necklace. I think she could've gone to see Lottie, talked to her and after finding out whose necklace was it and the truth about it, freak out a little bit (or a lot) and try to push Lottie away (as in "get away from me"). And ended up killing Lottie accidentally. Again, this is the least likely possibility for me but possible regardless lol.

[sp00kygh0sty]

Steve and Eddie who have a super rough breakup when Eddie gets signed to a record label and decides they're both going to move without telling Steve.

Steve who starts writing music about Eddie out of spite and eventually gets signed by an opposing record label and gets bigger than CC

Steve who writes songs such as

Happier than ever - Billie Eilish

Idontwannabeyouanymore - Billie Eilish

Delete Ya - Djo (obviously)

Good luck babe - Chappell Roan

Vampire - Olivia Rodrigo

deja vu - Olivia Rodrigo (only after Eddie start dating a guy who looks suspiciously similar to Steve)

Good 4 u - Olivia Rodrigo

10 things I hate about you - Leah Kate

Taste - Sabrina Carpenter (also targeted at Eddie's new boyfriend

Moral of the story - Ashe

When I was your man - Bruno Mars

Ain't shit - Doja Cat

All I wanted - Paramore

Interlude : I'm not angry anymore - Paramore

50 ways to say goodbye - Train

Picture to burn - Taylor Swift

Fuck you - Ceelo Green

If he wanted to he would - Kylie Morgan

Die from a broken heart - Maddie & Tae

Gives you hell - All American Rejects

I miss the old you - Blackbear

Do re mi - Blackbear

None of my business - Cher Lloyd

R U crazy - Conor Maynard

Meant to be - bbno$

Ridin Solo - Jason Derulo

Unavoidable - Melina KB

I've had enough - Melina KB

Since U been gone - Kelly Clarkson

So what - p!nk

My happy ending - Avril Lavigne

Love sux - Avril Lavigne

F. U - Avril Lavigne

Free me - Anees

I love you so - The Walters

Fight or Flight - Conan Gray

The cut that always bleed - Conan Gray

Indifferent - Megan Moroney

Sleep on my side - Megan moroney

I'm not pretty - Megan Moroney

Day late & A buck short - Julia Cole

Best Worst Ex - Julia Cole, Alexandra Kay

I imagine he'd have 3 albums out of all the songs. The first one would be very raw, mostly the sadder music, the second would be anger, and the third would be moving on. If you'd like to keep reading how I think the songs would be broken up into albums, here we go.

Today’s a good day to say goodbye

Meant to be (First song)

Idontwannabeyouanymore 

Vampire

I love you so

The cut that always bleeds

Die from a broken heart

When I was your man

50 ways to say goodbye

Moral of the story (Last song)

 Happier than Ever (secret song)

So fucking done with you

My happy ending (First song)

Good Luck Babe

All I wanted was you

10 things I hate about you

Good 4 u

I miss the old u

De re mi

R U Crazy

Unavoidable

Love sux

F.U

 Fight or Flight

Day late & a buck short

I've had enough  (Last song)

Just your type (EP)

Deja Vu (first)

None of my business

Taste

I’m not pretty 

Fuck you (Last)

Delete Ya

Delete Ya (First song)

Ain’t shit

Gives you hell

Ridin solo

So what

Since U been gone

Interlude: I'm not angry anymore (Middle)

Picture to burn

If he wanted to he would

Indifferent

Sleep on my side

 Best Worst EX 

Free me (last song)

And if anyone would like I've made playlist for each one on spotify. I may or may not write a whole fic about this.

[hear-the-wilderness]

my thoughts on the new yellowjackets episode! (so SPOILERS for s3e7!! do not read further if you haven't seen it!)

first of all dare i say best episode of the season so far (also this was the first episode in weeks where i wasn't spoilered before watching it which made it even better)

teen timeline (this is a bit all over the place):

the wilderness noises being frogs is killing me

if i were those hikers i would have left as soon as i saw them dancing and screaming around the fire. wouldn't even needed to see bens head

LOTTIE WTF what was that for (still love her though)

also shaunas look when lottie killed the hiker?!?!

van trying to call her mom and just wanting to go home broke me.

i feel some tension rising between melissa and shauna bc she just left her there. and the look mel gave her at the end

travis and akilah and that guy (forgot his name oops) i have a feeling they might not join the other girls right away

THEY HAVE A MAP

ok who tf saved that tape

adult time line:

callie and jeff RUN! get far away from shauna pls

so shauna killed lottie right? we agree on that (although i could see it in not being her idk) but as of now she is acting so suspicious. her just driving away from the hospital just confirmed that to me

gen and melissa confirmed dead... (but maybe one of them survived and died (aka got killed) after rescue. bc i habe this theory that one of them saved the tape bc they got close with hanna and then the other girls found out?)

VAN PLS PLS PLS DO NOT DIE

i think normal tai might come back now with vans medical state (at least i hope so)

i think misty is going to connect with walter again more (still don't know how to feel about him tbh)

i have this bad feeling that callie is going to follow shauna...

i definetely had more thoughts while watching but this is everything i can think of rn.

[evercelle]

do you hand write text or use a certain font ⁉️ idk what the artist norm is cuz a lot of text on art is stylized so it seems hand written but it’s also suspiciously consistent and hand writing for me is jaaaaarring…

both! for example, the orv art I posted last night or most of my comics is a font (walter turncoat), the notes on my art tutorials or weird shipping charts (lol) are my handwriting... i know there's tools out there to convert your handwriting to a font if u want to make a hand-lettered look but cheat a bit lol

[rotating-hyperfixations]

Yellowjackets - 03x09 Thoughts

Chat, I’m so fucking scared rn

Deadass forgot about Walter until they just showed him in the recap

Van found alive, but unwell. I’m scared

Oh fuck young Van

Not Liv’s Australian accent coming out a bit with Shauna and figure

Van is so chill about this, has she hallucinated her younger self before?

Is Van going to break out of the hospital to end her life and complete the hero’s journey cycle?

If they take away my silly butch king, I’m going to kill myself

Tai calling Van baby, what if I was suicidal

Somehow Shauna and Melissa engaging in light cannibalism is gayer then if they actually had sex

Hilary Swank covered in blood - hot

Shaunanat content with sexual tension, delicious

So what I’m hearing is Nat taught Shauna how to use a gun

Personally, I think Shauna should be allowed to shoot one person after everything she’s been through

This is going to be an deeply tragic episode for TaiVan isn’t it

Also, not confirmation that Van was practicing rigging the card game so her and Tai wouldn’t die

Melissa is having the worst like few hours of her life. Granted it’s her own fault for sending the tab to Shauna and blowing up her own life. But damn all the Yellowjackets in one day

Hilary Swanks little yes when they asked if she send the tape was so Jenna

What the fuck is Travis doing w

Did Travis make the pit?!?!

Kodi, or whatever your fucking name is, Shauna is not who I would make an enemy of

Shauna, no offense, how did you think everyone would react to you squashing rescue

I guess this is the start of the factions

Interesting, I’m curious what happened in the woods to have lead to Melissa and Tai having beef

Oh fuck is Travis going to attempt to kill Lottie?!?!?

AKILAH STAY BEHIND ME, DONT YOU DARE TALK ABOUT DYING

The Callie, Jackie parallel from the trailer.

When was the last time Callie went to school

I guess helicopters are in the budget now

I’m intrigued that Misty is back with Walter

Van baby don’t go off into the woods alone

Ohh wait it was just the plane, so I guess when the cabin burned down they went back towards it

Of course the little movie nerd is going to somehow be the one to fix this stupid phone

Melissa befriending her mother in law

Lowkey, Hannah is right they are an extremely interesting study

Oop jealous Shauna has entered the villa

Shaunahat break up incoming I guess, slow burn break up by the looks of it

Melissa, maybe asking Shauna why she can’t be a nice person after fucking everything and then calling her nuts was not the move

Shauna, baby girl, shut the fuck up. You have lost your fucking mind

Ohh Shauna is going to shoot Melissa

I’m sorry the cut to Hannah made me laugh, like a fuckass NPC

Melissa, baby girl, I’m so sorry you started dating bisexual satan

Travis, I fear Lottie does genuinely believe her brain

Ohh Lottie, you trying to help, was the right idea but you did it in such a fucked up way.

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST IS LOTTIE FOINF TO TRY AND KILL HERSELF

Nevermind, she just clocked Travis

I can’t believe they’re letting Mari handle weapons

Not Callie and Jeff having a smoke sesh while Shauna is crashing out in Virginia

Warren Kole is killing the physical comedy for Jeff this season. I still hate Jeff, but I love Warren

Callie planting the seeds of divorce like every fucking child who wants their parents to get divorced does

Interesting Melissa switches teams

There is 20 minutes left in this episode and I’m scared

Not Hannah getting suspicious of Kodi in the final hour. Girl you had days to work this out

Shauna has clocked the plan; everyone is about to die

Interesting to see Hannah sell out Kodi

Oh fuck she killed him! Hell yeah girl!

Does this mean they like her now? Because she’s fucked up liking them

Fuck Hannah had brought into the crazy

Hell yeah Misty go to bat for Shauna a little

Misty hates this man, let her lez out with someone

So obviously there is incriminating shit on Lottie’s phone about something

I don’t like the implications of this

Melissa, I see this vision: but were you trying to die too

Other Tai/Tai linked to the phone again!

Ohh fuck the Tai’s are fighting in her brain?!

Omg the butch lesbians are going to face off!

Poor Nat, she was so hopeful

Not the snow coming again, is Nat going to parallel Jackie but not die

Are we finally going to find out that Misty destroyed the black box?!

FUCK WHY ARE THEY PLAYING EXUT MUSIC FOR A FILM

Not Melissa offering to sacrifice herself for Van

MELISSA KILLED VAN, WHAT THE FUCK

Tai and Shauna are going to kill her for real

Not the Van’s fighting

Baby Van that’s sweet, but I wish you hadn’t died

Is this how Nat fans felt last season, cause I’m wrecked

[bonejunky6669]

wow wow wow holy shit. that episode gave me multiple heart attacks. lottie killing the hiker seriously shocked me to my core. i love that she sat there all night smearing his brains all over her face. so incredibly perfectly deranged for her.

Melissa being shot was a very win/lose scene...Shauna leaving her behind even after Melissa begged her to stay...but Shauna saying "if she dies, you die" which was, frankly, very hot and protective. Sophie N. was NOT lying when she said they have a push/pull relationship. i wonder if that means they'll come back from this? if this does lead to the downfall of their relationship, I'm extremely disappointed we didn't really get any scenes of those few months they were together and by what it seems like, relatively happy. the look Melissa gives shauna at the end of the episode is so profoundly betrayed it hurts. ALSO, that means the origin of her arm injury ISN'T being shot by Shauna. is that seriously how she's gonna die or something? i mean, Melissa dying at the hands of shauna is delicious and expected, but it would be way too soon. so thats still a big scene from the trailer we still have no answers on.

ALSO, when Tai says Gen and Melissa are dead? Shauna's face was very weird. idk, suspicious. also, if there IS an eight survivor, obviously the other girls don't know about it, so it doesn't exactly rule that out. Hannah's daughter (from what we can kind of see through the window) doesn't really look like Hillary Swank so I'm still not convinced that's not adult Melissa. also, how would Hannah's daughter know about the symbol? or the queen of hearts reference? and who brought the tape back from the wilderness? AN EIGHT SURVIVOR, THATS WHO.

confirmation that it's been Other Tai for a long time now !!!!! just how long, im very excited to know. it seems like maybe the entire time van and tai have been together? but seriously, such a good plot point.

not totally convinced Shauna killed Lottie, though the evidence is damning. im highly suspicious of Walter so i dont fully trust what he's saying. no matter what, i think Lottie's death is not going to be what we suspect.

a thought just now: what if Shauna kills Hannah's daughter and that causes Van to get better suddenly??? omgggggggg

i think its fully possible that Hannah's daughter is not the stalker at all. as mentioned above, the stalker leaves a lot of clues that would require knowledge from someone who was IN the wilderness. Shauna repeatedly jumps to conclusions and blames anyone she can. what if she ends up blaming, interrogating, and killing another innocent person just because she's so angry and hurt and looking for someone to blame and hurt back, ONCE AGAIN? i still believe no one cut Shauna's break lines and no one locked her in the freezer. i do think that stuff was a coincidence meant to display Shauna's paranoia and distrusting nature. and also the power of coincidence that has so intensely taken a hold on these girls and caused them to make horrible violent decisions all throughout the show.

there BETTER be more shaunahat in the next ep i swear to god. i NEED to see them being weird and toxic again. Melissa being shot has left the perfect opportunity for that. i can imagine Melissa being angry but maybe also having a renewed desire to prove herself to Shauna? Its confirmed that she and Gen become close to Hannah, so i imagine she ends up confiding in/bonding with Hannah while she takes care of Melissa's wound. and i think Shauna is going to hate that. (just 1 more kiss though please please please yellowjackets writers WHY hasn't there been anymore just 1 kiss. maybe just 1 sweet little scene too c'mon. just 1 sex scene).

Tai is definitely going to kill someone. and adult Misty once again being the goat and being the only person to have a proactive mindset. Akilah you're too pure of heart. Akilah you're too trusting. Akilah you're too devoted to Lottie. Akilah get up i think you're next. AKILAH.

three episodes left...a lot can happen...i am a little disappointed that the chase scene in the teen timeline took the WHOLE episode. it probably could have been shortened a bit in lieu of some more crucial scenes...so far season 3 has been very on and off on the quality of its pacing. there are some times where i think its perfect and the exact of amount of stuff thats supposed to happen happens, and other time it feels too slow or too many scene are skipped over. why didn't we get any in between from spring to fall? but we DO get a whole long chase scene? its annoying.

but this episode was fucking crazy and i have faith in the finale three episodes and i will be living for them.

[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday: Walter Marshall

Summary: Your work friend oversteps in his attempts to help you.

Warnings: Size discrimination. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Reader is short, female. No other physical descriptors used. This is my first time writing a short reader so please let me know what I got right/wrong!

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So many times you wished you were just a few inches taller. It wasn't much to ask, right? Just be of a height where people didn't think you needed a booster seat to sit in a booth. Working security wasn't easy but the looks you got when you had to get off of your chair almost always made you seethe. Few people ever said anything but you could still feel their stares.

You were grateful when it was finally break time. Once you got the feel of how things flowed in this building you learned the off times so you could have some time to yourself to actually have a break. There'd been only one or two other people in there at the same time as you. They'd come and go but overall Walter was the only one to ever keep consistent. The two of you would eat or read in a comfortable silence.

One time, however, there was a department party in your usual break room. Walter showed up around the same time as you and suggested a different location for the two of you. It should've shot up red flags that this giant of a man had a secret location he wanted to take to you but after all the months of companionable silence, a part of you trusted him.

On the way there one of Walter's coworkers, Ransom, met up with him, needing to discuss work. Instead he looked between the two of you and cooed, “awww! Does the widdle security guard need a big stwong pwotector?”

Your eyes flashed with a fire that instantly had Ransom nervous. “Sir, I have every right to take you into one of our security rooms for suspicious behavior and do a full background check on you. Why are you wearing a heavy sweater in the summer? Why do you need to talk to Walter when an email would suffice? Especially while he's on a state-mandated break. Do you have something you're trying to hide? Are you trying to help someone get access to confidential company information?”

As you speak, you step closer and closer towards him. Never mind that you have to look up at him, you can see you've got him nervous and you're pressing closer to amplify your stern tone.

“Apologize to the lady,” Walter growls.

Ransom snips, “I've got nothing to hide, Spitfire. I'll be back at my desk.” He turns to Walter, “just make sure to look for a replacement laptop battery for me.” He turns and walks away.

Looking to Walter, “I get what you were trying to do, but don't do it again.” He gives you confused look. “I might be small, but I can stand my ground. I don't need your help getting people twice my size to back down.”

He nods, “my apologies.”

You thought the matter settled but, in fact, Walter had made his mind to be more subtle about it. He felt very protective of you, though he barely knows you. You're just so small and work a potentially dangerous job. Sure, you were able to intimidate Ransom, but that's something anyone could do. What if it was someone actually dangerous?

He started meeting with you at the security desk, bringing your favorite coffee. He told you it was excuse to get out of the freezing cold server room for awhile. You trusted him so you accepted the coffee. The two of you kept up your break time routines when you could but now he started talking to you from time to time. Only when you weren't reading, though. He might be trying to learn more about you to keep you safe, but he wasn't an asshole.

One morning, as he brought you your coffee, there was a commotion that had you running out from behind your desk. Walter knew he wasn't supposed to but he followed you. A couple of men had been arguing and it escalated fast. You stepped between the two as your partner at the security desk was calling in for potential backup. The men took a few steps back from each other, surprised at your sudden appearance.

You gesture to the smaller man, “I'm gonna need you to go over by the security desk and have a seat.” Turning the larger man, “and you're gonna need to go over to that side of the entry-room and take a seat.”

He starts yelling at you to mind your own business and you shoot back, tone even but intense, that it is your business as their fight compromised the security and safety of others in the building. He opens his mouth to yell back but closes it as he looks behind you. Unsure of what made him stop you turn and you see Walter glaring at the man menacingly. Walter's stern expression turns to fear and you turn back just in time to see the man going to strike you.

Thankfully, you know how to use your size to your advantage. The strike misses and you use the force of the swing to throw the man onto the floor. You call for your partner to call the police as you apply the flimsy restraints the security guards had been given for such emergencies.

When your backup arrives, you quickly storm over to Walter, grab the front of his sweater, and fumed, “don't you ever do anything like that again! I thought we had an understanding! I can take care of myself.”

Walter hangs his head, “I'm sorry.”

“You really thought I needed protecting? That I couldn't handle myself? Tell me why.” He looks at you with confusion. “Why did you think I needed protecting?”

He tries to talk a few times but he's unable to put into words. But you already know the answer so you help him out. “It's because of my size, isn't it?” He hangs his head and nods.

You look into his eyes and tell him, “don't bother bringing me coffee anymore. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to work.”

Next

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Tagging @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory; @late-to-the-party-81; @lokislady82 ; @ronearoundblindly

[rosietoesy]

Thong Song

Summary: I want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my waist (neck)

18+ MDNI

CW: daddy kink, mirror sex, cream pie, spanking, choking , hair pulling, pussy spanking

Y2k an era of fashion greatness and faux pas. Although this was one of the greatness that Wally loved from the era; low-rise bottoms and the whale tail. The y-band peaking out from the waistband, which left little to imagination, but enough to drive anyone wild. It especially drove Wally wild when he saw it on you. The sway of your hips when you walk and hypnotizing it has on him when you walk by the whale tail clinging to your hips.

It was springtime which meant the weather started to warm up and meant clothing began to match the weather. Skirts, shorts, crop tops, anything that showed skin drove poor Wally mad. Walter James Clark is or more like was a good boy, but his resolve is close to snapping when looking at you. His pretty girl who didn't know any better that your little outfit was killing him. A skin tight crop top that hugged your chest deliciously with the imprint of your nippple piercings and low-rise jeans that hugged your curves. He squinted, was that a whale tail he saw gracing your hips. They barely concealed the purple bruises he left behind showing anyone who dared look your way that you were taken. Taken by him in every way possible that the pope would blush.

Lunch time rolled around, so Wally was able to see you up close and in person. And boy, weren't you a sight for sore eyes. Seeing you from far away didn't do you any justice Wally thinks. Sure, he saw you this morning, but fuzzy sleepy brains, he couldn't fully appreciate you. As you approach the table that he is currently occupying, his throat runs dry, and his palms are sweaty. He has to steel his nerves and practice the art of self-control.

“Hi baby.” Wally rasped as you sat down next to him. “Hi handsome.” You replied. Lunch was a haze of conversations and mediocre food. The bell rang, signaling the end of the period, and the two of you exited the cafeteria to head to history class since it was one of two classes you had together. Walking together hand in hand until you made your way to your locker to put away some textbooks that you no longer needed. A pen slipped from your grasp, and when you bent over to pick it up, that's when Wally noticed it. If he had blinked, he would have missed it, but he was so engrossed at looking at your ass that he saw it.

A sparkle that only occurred because the light reflected on it. He noticed it on your waistband and squinted to try and see if he could make out what caused the sparkle. Finally standing back up with the pen in hand, Wally knew he had limited time before you turned around and he would never be able to solve the mystery currently haunting him. So he did the only rational thing he knew that would work. He hugged you from behind so that way he can investigate without you getting suspicious of what his true intentions are.

You flinched at first because you were so focused on the task at hand, but quickly recovered when you felt the firm chest of Wally on your back side. You giggled “Can I help you there mister?” He chuckled “Can a guy not want to love on his girlfriend?” You roll your eyes at that and lean back into his chest, “not when said boyfriend is notorious for being a horn dog and typically has ulterior motives when it comes to his girlfriend.” You stated. Wally scoffed at what you said. “I'm incredibly offended that you think so lowly of me princess.” He whined. “Oh really? So it had nothing to do with me being bent over?” You asked. “nah-huh” He vocialized. You pressed your ass against his crotch feeling the tell tale signs of a hard on and he grunted. “Well that is determined to be a lie.” You laughed.

You glanced at the clock nearby and noticed that the late bell was going to ring soon. “Common Baby, we need to get going.” You said while attempting to escape from his arms and that when he noticed it. His name on the waistband of your thong in royal blue gems shining right back at him. He sucked in a breath and tightened his grips on your hips. You whined at the unexpected action and crinkled your nose at him. “What the hell was that for?” You demanded from him. He said nothing but grabbed your hand and tugged you along with him. “Wally!” You shouted and quickly grabbed your backpack and shut your locker door. He was pulling you in the opposite direction of your history class, and the late bell rang out. “Wally!” You called out again, but he continued on his journey. He was a man on a mission. It's a mission to destroy you. “Walter James Clark” You tried but nothing. So you gave up and just went along with whatever he had planned for you.

He yanked open the door and pulled you inside. It was the boy’s locker room you noticed. “Seriously Wally.” You said you were extremely annoyed with him. Once he was in front of the mirror, he stopped and dropped both of your bags on the floor. He spun you around so your front was to him and your backside to the mirror. Honestly, you were beyond confused about what was going on. “So you just want to play dumb is that it?” He spoke darkly. Your head snapped up at him, wondering who or what he was talking about. “What are you talking about?” You said. “You really don't know, do you.” He laughed. You wanted to be offended and snap back at him, but Wally squeezed your cheeks together and turned your head to the mirror. “That's what I'm talking about, dummy.” He said. Your eyes took a brief second to adjust, and then you realized what he was talking about. Oh! “Oh, right princess.” It's like he read your mind. “You really think that you can get away with this?” He rhetorically asked. You didn't respond, not that you could anyways with your cheeks being squished and knowing that Wally could give two shits about what your answer is.

He let go of your cheeks and spun you around. At lightning speed, your baby tee and low-ride jeans were stripped from you. You were left in the middle of the room as Wally took a step back from you. He was drinking in your semi-nude body. Silence enveloped the atmosphere, and you began to squirm under his stare. Heat rose to your cheeks and throughout your body. After a beat or two that felt like forever to you, Wally stripped himself of his clothes and sans his boxers. He approached you and turned you back around to face the mirror.

“I am going to absolutely destroy you, sweetheart.” He said with husk in his voice. His hands instantly cup your breast in his hands, giving them a firm harsh squeeze and taking your nipples in between his fingers, giving them a harsh pinch. A shiver went down your spine and caused your body to squirm slightly. “No ma'am.” He scolded and twisted your nipples. You cried out, and your knees buckled. His fingers released your nipples and his hands went to your waist to steady you. “You okay, baby?” He asked with slight concern in his voice. You sucked in some air and replied “Just sensitive.” He apologized with a pout on his lips. You knew his apology was a facade, and you just held your breath, waiting for his next move. His hands traveled from your waist, one splayed across your stomach and the other cupped your pussy through your thong. His thumb teased your clit by adding a little pressure there. Your breathing became shallow and heavy. He decided to move his thumb in tight circles on your clit and enjoyed you squirming in his arms.

You were struggling hard to keep your body upright. Squirming and shaking in his arms as he continues rubbing his thumb on your clit. He was bringing you closer and closer to the edge of your climax. He kept a sharp eye on the tell tale signs of your climax coming and when he knew that you were right at the edge, he stopped and removed his thumb. You let out the most pathetic whine ever and it went straight to his cock. He needed you now more than ever. The hand that was on your stomach carefully bent you over and his fingertips ran down your spine leaving going in its wake. His other hand pulled your thong and he groaned huskily “ The thong stays on so I can see my name while I destroy you.” A loud moan left your lips from hearing those words. He was rubbing the tip of his cock through your folds. He slowly started pushing into you and it was driving you mad. You started begging, “Please go faster, daddy.” And who would Wally be if he ignored your request with one hard thrust he completely sheathed himself in your pussy. Both of you let out long, loud, echoing moans, ecstasy hitting you both. Again whiny beg escaped from your, “Please move Wally.” Fuck didn't you sound so pretty and so he started moving. His hips moving at a steady pace in and out, hit tip gently tapping against your g-spot.

Wally checked in on you, “Kitten, are you doing okay.” You just nodded your head and he didn't like that. He lifted up his hand and delivered a harsh smack against your ass cheek. You cried out hard. “Use your fucking words. Try again?” He gritted his teeth and paused his movement. More whines spilled from your lips, “ Yes, I'm okay. Sorry Daddy.” You cried out. “Good girl. That's my good girl.” He said and you clenched around him while keening from his praise. “You like that, don't you, kitten?” He chuckled and you responded so fast. His thrust started up again and this time going faster. One hand wrapped around your throat and the other tangled in your hair forcing your head up to look in the mirror. His thrusts started getting hard and his cock head is kissing your g-spot in rapid session. You shut your eyes in pure utter bliss and then you felt a sharp tug on your head. “Keep your eyes open, baby and watch me in the mirror while I destroy your pussy.” Wally rasped. It's exactly what you did and boy it was hard to do. The amount of pleasure coursing through your veins and body were causing your eyes to flutter. You were doing your damn best to keep your eyes open. With his large hand squeezing your throat and one particular thrust sent you over the edge. You cum hard around his cock. Tears filling your waterline and eyes shut closed with spots behind your eyes and a loud cry of his name. He felt your walls clenching down on him and you cumming on his cock triggered his release. Hot cum painted your insides, his head thrown back and your names falling from his pink swollen lips.

It's once you both come down from your highs that Wally pulls out of you and stands you up straight. He readjusted your thong over your pussy and gave it a gentle spank. You whined out in overstimulation and whimpered. “I'm sorry baby.” He said with a pout on his lips while pulling you into his arms. He carefully turned you around in his arms and kissed you deeply. Your hands flew around his neck and tugged the hair on the back of his neck. You both break for air and rest foreheads against each other. “I wasn't too rough?” He horasly asked. “No you didn't.” You replied back. A smile crossed his lips and he pecked you. “I love you baby.” He said while nuzzling his nose against yours. “I love you too, darling.” You whispered.

The two of you redress and exit the locker room. Looking at the clock, it looks like it's in the middle of your science class, and both of you decided to ditch the rest of the day. Wally helped you walk out of the school with you on wobbly legs. Once you make it to his car and he helps you in. He runs around the driver side and gets in, buckling himself in. He pulls out of the parking lot to head home. It seemed like Wally loved seeing his name on the waistband of your thong, and if the sex happened to be like this every time you wore them. You definitely need more of them, you thought.

Enjoy this check out, Peggy.

Summary: pegging Wally Clark

[aribluedreams]

Cole to the rescue

Cole Walter x fem!reader

Summary: you have a panick attack and Cole is there to save the day.

Warnings: none.

Masterlist!

"There you are!"

Isaac appeared on her left side as she put all her things in her locker, startling her a little and also making her a little suspicious. Everything started last night, when she was triyng to fall asleep after a hard day. Maybe she has been thinking to much about what the future has in it for her, because next thing she knew, she was having a panick attack like she didn’t have in years.

That might have set off something in the Walter’s kids. Because that morning she felt like she was being followed by every single one of them, as if they knew it would happen again today. And she didn't know it, but before going downstairs, Cole threatened all of his siblings about how they shouldn't leave her alone for the day.

Because bad things could happen.

And they were so right for that.

"Hey… you okay?"

She wasn’t really paying much attention to him. She had managed to put her books inside the locker, manage to close it, and even managed to rest both hands against the metal. But her eyes were glossy and her breathing was starting to quicken as time went by. To be honest, she could feel her sorroundings, even Isaac’s hand on her back or the way he was calling her name.

But she couldn’t respond to it.

“Oh god” he panicked a bit too “It’s okay, just breath with me”

He took her gently by the arms, turning her body so she could see him, even if they knew it was no use. She was already lost in thoughts, very close to having a panick attack similar to the one last night. She was overwhelmed with people passing by, clinging to his forearms as a way of trying to concéntrate on his words instead of her mind.

But it was just so difficult.

“Guys?” Nathan’s voice was Heard behind them “What’s going on…?”

His voice trailed off as he watched his cousin try his best to get his brother’s girlfriend to breath with him. She was doing quite good since she did inhale and exhale in rhythm, but he felt that her thoughts were no longer in a happy place. And he only had to look at the way she was clinging to Isaac’s jacket to notice it. The same boy who was holder her from falling to the ground by her bíceps. Cole’s girl was like family to them, and it showed perfectly fine that day.

“I think it’s like last night… it’s…” Isaac finally realice what they should be doing right now “Cole! Go get Cole!” his cousin didn’t move at first “Now! Fucking now!”

The urgency in his voice was enough to make Nathan move, running to Cole’s next class. She was gonna be better with him than them, so he didn’t think twice to almost jump into his older brother, cutting short the conversation he was having with his friends.

“¡Cole!”

“Wow” he chuckled when he notice him “ What’s going on with you today?”

“You need to come”

His brother only needed to say his girlfriend’s name for Cole to understand what was actually wrong today. It was enough for his smile to fly away in a matter of seconds while the folder in his hands fall to the ground with him no paying attention. He knew his friends would pick it up later, so he simply followed Nathan’s directions to the lockers, moving as fast as he could. He knew his leg was going to hurt later, also that he would probably need more rest than usual and ice.

But that didn’t seem to matter much to him.

“What is…?

Cole’s question was forgotten when he saw Isacc holding her body halfway down the hall, aware that if he let go, she would just fall. Maybe it would have work another moment, but right now she was so wrapped up in her head that all she could do was keep her eyes closed as she rested on his shoulder, not breathing properly like he was telling her to do.

“Move, move”

He said hurriedly but softly, almost in a whisper, running his hand down his girl’s back as his cousin pulled away. They were making a little pass with her, not wanting to let her feel the lonelyness, even if it was just for a second. That’s how he managed to get her in between his arms, ignoring how Nathan tousled his cousin’s hair when he moved to stand next to him, indicating he had done well.

“Hey honey, it’s me” Cole whispered to her “You gotta breath with me, okay? Just follow my moves, alright? Just follow me”

Feel him, that’s what he wanted her to do.

Because Isaac did it pretty good, but he wasnt him. He wasn’t talking to her like Cole was and he wasn’t hugging her to his chest as if she was the only thing in the world like Cole was doing right now. The blonde boy was actually talking to her, telling his girl what was going on to make her focus on another things so she could finally calm down.

It was obvious he had experience in these things.

“You are doing great, honey” he say gently against her forehead, kissing the zone once “I’m here… Can you feel me? I know you can… so focus on that”

She had to concéntrate on the hand caressing her back, and the one resting against the back of her neck to keep her steady. One relaxed her muscles with gente caressing, and the other kept her trapped against Cole’s chest so that she would only hear his heartbeat. So that she would only focus on calming her breathing.

“Cole…”

“I’m here” he smile lighlty when he heard her “And you are comming back to me”

She was talking, which meant that her breathing returned to normal and her body wasn’t shaking anymore. It was only a matter of minutes before she finally calmed down, separating only an inch from him. Her eyes were stil on his chest, but they both knew she wanted to look up. So Cole rested a hand on her chin without forcing her yet, but rather indicanting it was okay to look at him.

“This is so new to me”

Isaac couldn’t help but mumble that behind them, instantly getting a punch on his arm from Nathan. He was jocking of course, but there was also some truth in how weird it was to see Cole being that nice with someone that wasn’t himself.

“I’m just saying that maybe we should take advantage of Cole being nice” the boy tried to talk again “Ask him for what we need…”

“Get to class already”

Cole mumble irritated, ready to throw him right to his next class with just one punch. But the idea was quickly forgotten when his girlfriend giggle a little in his embrace. When she finally looked up to conect her eyes with his, leaning into his chest like she needs to be there. There and nowhere else. And god, he just realice how down bad he was for that girl, that he didn’t even care about what others think about him.

He just care about her.