#GUESS WHO'S COMIN BACK BABES
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steve wants to test out the desk he just built for you | everyone say thank you @superblysubpar for encouraging me to write this hehe | 2.7k, f!reader, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv. don't do it kids. 18+ as always!! mdni!!
“Babe! C’mere!” Steve calls from the spare bedroom, echoing down the hall of your new apartment.
You’re in the kitchen, starting to unpack a few boxes there, while Steve had been working on putting together your new desk. Obviously, you’re more than capable of putting your own desk together, but Steve had offered, and, well, sometimes you have to make the patriarchy work for you. Placing the half-unpacked box of silverware onto the counter, you shout back a reply and head through the maze of boxes to the bedroom, “I’m comin’! Give me a sec!”
When you reach the bedroom, Steve’s standing in the middle of the room, hands on his hips as he looks at his handiwork. His back is to you, so he doesn’t notice when you come in, and you take a second to admire him. He’s quite the sight; wearing an old pair of gym shorts that are a bit too small for him, a well-worn shirt that might be yours — you’re not sure from this angle — and a baseball cap on backwards to keep his hair out of his face. He looks so good, and it hits you then, just how lucky you are. How lucky you are to be living with your ridiculously handsome boyfriend who offers to build things for you out of the kindness of his heart and looks ridiculously good while doing so.
“Hon—“ the word dies on his lips as he turns around to find you standing in the doorway. A grin stretches across his face at the sight of you, making your heart flutter in your chest. “You starin’ at me, stalker?”
“So what if I was?” you ask, crossing the room so you can throw your arms over his shoulders, “I can’t admire my hot boyfriend?”
A strong arm wraps around your waist to pull you close. He hums in thought before shrugging, “I’ll allow it, I guess. If you give me a kiss.”
“Deal,” you murmur as you lean up on your toes to press your lips to his in a soft kiss. It’s short and sweet, but you don’t mind. “Thanks for building the desk, baby.”
“Anything for you, honey,” he hums quietly in reply, dipping down one more time for a quick peck on the lips. His hand rubs over the curve of your hip gently as he adds, “Hopefully it’s sturdy enough…”
“Steve, I’m sure it’s fine, as long as you followed the directions—“
“Maybe we could test it out?” he asks, giving you a cheeky grin, eyebrows raised in question.
You snort a laugh, eyebrows furrowing together. You’re pretty sure you know what he’s getting at, but you ask anyway, “And how would we do that?”
His smile grows, looking a bit more mischievous as he turns you around and slowly begins walking you back towards the desk. You let him lead you, giggling with your hands on his shoulders, until you bump into the desk. He leans down to kiss you again, and just before your lips touch, he squeezes your hips and mutters, “Up, honey.”
It’s a messy kiss, your lips nearly missing Steve’s in the effort to get up onto the desk, even with him helping you up. You briefly wonder if this is safe — you have no doubt that Steve built the desk well, but you highly doubt that it’s made to support a whole human’s weight — but the thought quickly passes by when Steve takes your thighs into his hands and pulls you towards the edge of the desk for a proper kiss.
Steve’s nose nudges into yours, poking at your cheek as he kisses you, lips slotting against yours. He kisses you as if he hasn’t kissed you in days, groaning into your mouth as you rock your hips forward, searching for his touch. You let out a whine when his teeth nip at your bottom lip, tongue quickly following suit to soothe the bite.
“You know, I was— I was mostly kidding,” Steve pants when he pulls back between kisses, lips pink and wet as his tongue darts out.
“I know,” you reply with a huff of a laugh, twisting your fingers into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, “But you look so fucking hot, and you just built me a whole ass desk, and we fucking live together now, and— please just fuck me on the desk, baby.”
“Shit. Yeah, okay, I can do that,” he quickly agrees, not quiet believing his stupid line actually worked, and that you’re spurring him on as you wiggle your leggings down your hips and legs. The fabric gets stuck at your knees, and Steve springs into action, murmuring something about how it’s his job to undress you as he pulls at the fabric until he can drop it to the floor.
His hands land on your thighs again, thumbs pressing to the soft flesh at the inside of your thighs as they push up towards your core, spreading your legs apart as he goes. There’s no mistaking the small damp spot in the center of your panties as you squirm under Steve’s gaze. Pressing the pads of his thumbs to the crease at the apex of your thighs, he finally looks back up to you and asks, “Can I taste you first?”
Your answer is a quiet, choked moan and a frantic nod, “Please.”
Steve doesn’t have to be told twice, sinking to his knees in front of the desk as he pulls you closer. It’s the perfect height for this; your burning core only inches from Steve’s hot mouth. He wastes no time in leaning forward, pressing the softest of kisses to the growing wetness there, nose nudging against your clit through your underwear. A low groan comes from deep in his chest, “Can I take these off?”
Before Steve can even finish his sentence you’re nodding again, lifting your hips off of the desk as best you can so he can pull the fabric from your body. As soon as your underwear is on the floor, he’s back on you, licking a broad stripe up your cunt that has you gasping in surprise at his eagerness, “Steve—“
“Mmm,” he hums as his tongue finds your clit, sending vibrations up your spine as he sucks softly and rolls the sensitive nub between his lips.
It makes you keen, a high-pitched whine that might be embarrassing if you weren’t so blissed out. Your legs tremble as he kisses back down towards your dripping entrance, and your fingers twitch with the need to hold onto something. How Steve always makes you feel untethered so quickly, you’ll never know, but you remedy the problem easily, pushing his hat off of his head. It’s perfect timing on your part; your fingers rake through his soft hair just as his tongue dips inside of you, lapping at your slick.
You pull at the strands a bit harder than you mean to and Steve moans against you. The sound isn’t quite loud enough for you to hear, but you can feel it. The sensation makes your legs close around Steve’s head, but an arm curls around one thigh before it can press against him. It doesn’t take much for Steve to push your leg back down and hold you open for him, despite how much you’re squirming.
Steve pulls back after another sloppy kiss to your clit, lips shining with your slick and his own spit. He’s grinning, borderline smug as he nuzzles into the crease of your thigh again, nipping the delicate skin there, “Y’always taste so sweet, baby. Only fitting that my pretty girl has the prettiest pussy, huh?”
You squirm again, this time in embarrassment, and huff a pathetic whine, “Steve, stop—“
“Well I can’t lie,” he all but giggles, pressing a kiss to your hipbone as his gaze drags up your body to meet your eyes, “Want me to keep going? Or d’ya want my cock?”
Both sound like great options, but you can see the outline of his hard cock in his slightly-too-small shorts, and you want him. Reaching down to brush some hair out of Steve’s face, you murmur, “You. Want you.”
“I gotcha, sweetheart,” he smiles, sweeter this time, giving your thigh another kiss before he pulls himself up to stand.
Your chest heaves as you reach for him, taking the fabric of his shirt into your grasp and yanking him closer for a kiss. You can taste yourself on his mouth, but you don’t really mind, especially as his hands roam up your sides, inching underneath your shirt to cup your breasts. He’s teasing again, thumbs barely brushing over your nipples. But two can play at that game, even while he’s kissing you so hard you can barely breathe, and you slip a hand between you, palming his hard cock over his shorts.
“Okay, okay,” he pants after a moment of shaky breaths and wandering hands, “Can you— will you bend over for me? ‘S that alright?”
Instead of answering, you slide off of the desk and cup Steve’s face in your hands to give him a firm kiss. You make a show of turning around, leaning over your brand new desk until your forearms press to the wood grain. You hear a small groan from behind you as you push your hips backwards, ass pressing to Steve’s bulge, “Christ, sweetheart. How’d I get so goddamn lucky? Fuckin’ gorgeous, and all f’me.”
Warm hands spread wide over your hips, the pad of Steve’s thumb rubbing a short line over one of the dimples in the small of your back. He gives your flesh an appreciative squeeze before his touch is gone. You huff a whine at the loss of warmth and you hear a quiet chuckle from behind you, “Relax, baby. Gimme a second.”
There’s a quiet rustle of clothing, and then Steve’s hands are back on you, pulling you back towards him. You’re about to complain, to ask him to do something, anything, when you finally feel the tip of his cock nudge against your entrance. Your breath catches as he pushes his hips forward, finally sinking into you slowly. He takes it easy, knowing that you’re plenty wet, but maybe not quite warmed up enough from just his mouth.
He stops when the front of his thighs press against the backs of yours, fingertips dimpling your hips with how firmly he’s holding onto you. Like he’s worried you might slip away. You moan softly at the aching stretch of your cunt, dizzy with how full you feel of Steve, Steve, Steve. He’s all you want — all you can think about, “Oh f-fuuck… Stevie…”
You swear you can feel his thighs quivering against yours as he stills inside of you. You can hear the grit in his voice, picture the way his jaw is clenched, as he murmurs, “Okay?”
A shaky breath escapes your lips, and you nod emphatically, maybe a bit too quickly, voice a higher pitch than normal, “So good, baby. Move, please move, need y-yo—“
The words die on your lips as Steve draws his hips back slowly and then presses back in. Your head falls forward, mouth dropping open in pleasure with a whine. You feel hot everywhere; a warmth that starts in tummy and spreads slowly, creeping up your torso and chest, into your limbs, until it feels like your body is on fire in the best way.
His hips roll in and out of your tight heat. It feels so good, and somehow, you still need more. Your forearms press further into the desk as you shift, pushing up on your toes to tilt your hips. You know that if you’re in just the right position, Steve will find the spot that makes you see stars. Desperate for the feeling, you shift again and hear a huff from behind you at the movement.
Steve knows what you want, and pushes his arm underneath you, between your body and the desk. His hands press to the softness of your tummy and to the curve of your hips as he pulls you into a better position, angling your hips so he can reach even deeper. The new angle has you gasping with each thrust, a punched-out sound that you can’t help between whimpers of Steve’s name and expletives. Steve’s not fairing much better, and you can hear the low grunt he lets out every time his skin meets yours, “You’re so wet— fuck, sweetheart — y’hear that? Hear how wet you are f’me? Feel so good ‘round me, baby. So good for me.”
“Y-yes, yeah — ah, Steve! — all yours,” you babble in an attempt to answer him, though you’re too fucked out to be all that coherent.
Seconds later, you get exactly what you’d been wanting when you’d shifted your hips; the head of Steve’s cock pressing to the spot inside of you that turns you to putty. The moment he finds it, your legs go weak, and Steve’s grasping onto you even tighter in an attempt to keep you somewhat upright. His arm curls across your midsection, and you feel his warmth against your back as he presses his chest to you. You can feel his breath, hot against the nape of your neck as he murmurs, “Right there, baby? That’s what you wanted, huh?”
You clench around him, making the drag of his cock that much sweeter. The feeling pulls a deep moan out of Steve, sending shivers down your spine as he twitches inside of you. One of the hands on your waist pushes up under your shirt until he can press against your sternum, and then he’s pulling you almost upright. Your eyes meet his in the vanity mirror attached to the desk, and you moan at the sight; you look just as fucked out as you feel, and so does Steve.
Lips on your neck, Steve hums, pleased, “There’s my girl. Look at yourself, honey, so so pretty on my cock, yeah?”
“Stevie,” you whine his name, and he’s sure it’s the best sound he’s ever heard, “‘m close, ‘m so close.“
“Y’gonna cum on my cock for me, sweetheart? C’mon, honey, know ya can,” he says, his free hand snaking down your torso and your hips to find your clit. He circles it quickly, over and over, just how you like, and with his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside of you, it doesn’t take long until you fall apart with a cry of his name.
He’s not far behind you, hips never slowing their pace, even as he bends you back over the desk. Every wave of pleasure has your cunt clenching around him, and it pushes Steve over the edge, too, with whiny groans against your skin where his face is pressed. You can feel him spill deep inside of you and you shudder, eyes squeezing shut as your head falls forward, hitting the desk with a small thunk.
Steve’s teeth sink into the smooth skin of your shoulder, quick and gentle, more of a nip, as he presses his chest to your back. Soft kisses soothe over the small bites, and then Steve’s pressing his nose into the crook of your neck, breath hot and heavy as he nuzzles there. You pant into your arms folded on the desk and melt into Steve’s touch as his hand rubs lovingly across your hip bones.
“Y’alright, baby?” he asks, out of breath.
“Mhm,” you murmur, post-orgasm haze still clouding your thoughts.
“Good,” you can feel the curve of his lips against your spine, followed by a few soft kisses that trail down your back. He stops halfway down, hands settling onto your hips as he stands back up and slowly pulls out.
You wince, still so sensitive, but let Steve pull you up and off of the desk, turning you around so your lips can meet his. He kisses you on the mouth, once, twice, and trails a kiss over to your cheek. Your fingers tangle into his hair and you let out a breathless laugh, “I think it’s sturdy enough.”
Steve huffs in amusement, “Thank god. Imagine if it broke while we were on it. And, good news, we just checked the office off of the ‘places we still need to fuck in the new apartment’ list.”
“If you bring me to the bathroom right now, we can check off another one.”
Eyes going wide, Steve grins, literally whisking you off of your feet as he says, “Deal.”
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Angel Dust: “D’ya ever get a weird feelin’ about this place?”
Husk: “Yeah. Sweet an sickening. Like fucking syrup.”
Angel Dust: “NEVER fuck usin’ syrup UGH.”
Niffty: “I think the floor right under the second story banister railings feels weirdest! Almost bouncy when you SMASH into it!”
Angel Dust: “Not what I meant, NFT. It’s more like-”
SOMETHING: (blurs past the open door behind them)
Door: (...crreeeeks softly on it’s hinges...)
Them: (turns and stare)
Angel Dust: “…it’s like, a cold draft, innit?”
Husk: (spooked) (fur fluffed) “Cheap as fuck place. Run down.”
Niffty: “Prime roach real estate!”
Angel Dust: “Unsettlin’. The word I’m lookin’ for is, unsettlin’.”
EYES: (blink open and glow in the shadowy corner above them.)
Angel Dust: “Creepy, even.”
EYES: (rotate 360 degrees) (still staring)
Angel Dust: “I dunno. Don’t ya just get the shivers sometimes in here? Brr.” (shudders)
Husk: “Guess the eternal pep can be kinda fucked up from the owner. No one in hell is really that fucking happy all the fucking time.”
Niffty: “I AM!!!”
Husk: “No one who’s not fucking Niffty is that happy in hell.”
Niffty: “I LOVE it here. You only got to die ONCE back in the living world.”
Angel Dust: “Once should be enough for anyone, Niffters.”
Niffty: (giggling) “Not for me! Not when it's comes to eating spiders.”
Husk: “Oh FUCK that-”
Niffty: “Think the thing watching us right now also eats spiders?”
Husk: “…”
Angel Dust: “…”
EYES: (blink) (vanish)
The Three of Them: (turn and stare)
Angel Dust: “….Husker? Any room in ya bed for guy who doesn’t wanna be alone tonight?”
Husk: “Fuck no. Anyone tries getting in my room tonight is being served a motherfucking Molotov cocktail on the house.”
Angel Dust: “I can make it worth ya while. Tire us both out so’s maybe we can get some actual sleep.”
Husk: “You think I’m gonna fucking sleep?”
Niffty: “Sometimes I eat the spiders in my sleep…”
Husk: “Niffty, I need you fucking shut up talking in that creepy little girl voice.”
Niffty: “Okay! But whyyyy~?”
Husk: “THAT’S fucking WHY.”
Angel Dust: “-shh! SHH SHHHH! D’ya hear that!?”
Husk: “Wh- don’t fucking touch me-”
Angel Dust: (strangling him a little with holding) “Husk holy shit!”
Husk: (claws out) (super floofed) “What? WHAT??”
Niffty: “Ohhh…..”
Angel Dust: “It’s COMIN’!”
Niffty: “Nooo it’s naaaw-auuuught~”
Husk: “WELL WHICH THE FUCK IS IT-!?”
Niffty: “It’s Here~”
SOMETHING: (drops in from the open window)
Them: (SCREAM)
Vaggie: “Have you guys seen- Stop screaming it’s just me- have any of you seen Charlie around?”
Husk: “FUCK! FUCK!!!”
Angel Dust: “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, MISS I CUNT USE THE FREAKING DOORS!”
Husk: “FUUUCK ME FUCK YOU FUCK ALL OF THIS-”
Niffty: “Aww.” (slumps) “Hi Vaggie….”
Vaggie: “Yeah hey… What’s got into you all?”
Angel Dust: “Into US? YoU-”
Niffty: “We’ve been terrified. It’s been fun!”
Husk: “YOUR FUCKING SHIT HOTEL IS FUCKING HAUNTED! Shit!”
Angel Dust: “You and ya rich girlfriend have hell’s worst unpaying guest creepin’ around, and ya wonder what’s up with US?!?!”
Vaggie: “Oh. So you have seen her.”
Niffty: “Ohhh…! It’s a her!”
Angel Dust: “HER WHO WHO HER YOU KNOW THE WHORE OF HAUNTING?”
Vaggie: “Sure. And don’t fucking call her that.”
Husk: “I don’t wanna fucking know I don’t wanna fucking know I don’t wanna I don’t wanna no no no fuck NO-”
Vaggie: (rolls eye)
Vaggie: “Sweetie? Can you stop with the friendship notes and come out now?”
Something: (from shadows) “I’m bi!”
Vaggie: (smiles) “Out in the open where they can see you, babe.”
Charlie: “Aww, Vaggieeee…” (slips out of shadows with notebook and pout) “You’re messing with the sterile observed conditions and data collection. They were bonding!”
Angel Dust: “TOOTS!?”
Husk: “Oh.. fuck… you.”
Vaggie: “They sure were clinging to each other at least.”
Husk: “Fuck you MORE I fucking wasn’t.”
Angel Dust: “TOOTS I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DIE!”
Vaggie: “Weren’t stopping him from climbing you like a tree though, were you?”
Charlie: “Sorry about that, Angel Dust. I just got so excited-”
Husk: “Get. Fucked.”
Vaggie: “My girlfriend takes care of that already thanks.”
Angel Dust: “EXCITED? To be stalkin’ a guy like he’s a freaking gazelle on a shitty nature doc that skips all the fucking an’ only shows the non-sexy rippin’ an tearin’ an eatin’ alive bits!?”
Charlie: “Well-”
Niffty: “Hi Charlie! Were you watching us like bugs in a bug trap? Right before they get SQUISHED?”
Charlie: “-um no. No I wasn’t-”
Niffty: “Awww why nooooooooot?”
Charlie: “I wasn’t... trying to?”
Husk: “Oh that’s not fucking terrifying to fucking hear.”
Angel Dust: “TRY HARDER NOT TO NEXT TIME! Ugh! I’m too shaky to even make a hardness pun- AND I think this gave me STRESS WRINKLES. I WORK WITH THIS FACE! Among other body parts- I cannot fucking AFFORD wrinkles, Charmeleon!”
Charlie: “Aw guys I’m sorry! I just saw you three chatting together and.” (waves notebook) “Y’know?”
Vaggie: “I know, babe.”
Angel Dust: “NO!?”
Husk: “Fuck. No.”
Niffty: “Nope! I would’ve gone STRAIGHT into hunt and kill mode!”
Husk: “Which is what it fucking FELT like you fucking did.”
Charlie: “Ooookay then, my bad. But! You all feel better now you know it was just me, right?”
Them: “….”
Charlie: “B- because you know I’d never actually hunt any of your through the halls of my hotel. Right?”
Them: “……”
Charlie: “…you, you guys know you’re safe here and I didn’t bring you here for some fucked up creepy personal murder torture reason… right…?”
Them: “……….”
Niffty: (raises hand) “I-”
Charlie: “NIFFTY THANK YOU!! See? She believes-”
Niffty: “I felt really GREAT thinking you were hunting me for sport! Can I go back to thinking that?”
Charlie: “-that, you, oh. No that’s-” (droops) “…sure … whatever makes you happy, Niffty.”
Niffty: “YAY FEAR!” (hugs Charlie’s knees) (skitters away)
Angel Dust: “Oh yippie. Getting’ high off my ass and blackin’ all this out from my memory will make ME happy.” (flounces off) “Sweet dreams, toots! I sure as hell won’t be havin’ ‘em!”
Charlie: “I’m sor-”
Husk: “Anyone fucking needs me, don’t.”
Charlie: “Husk, I really-”
Husk: (already gone)
Charlie: “….”
Charlie: “….. fuck.”
Vaggie: “It’ll be fine.” (pats Charlie gently) “Don’t freak out about it. They’re just, shook up.”
Charlie: (tired) “Except Niffty.”
Vaggie: “Niffty’s uhhh, she seems like the exception to most things yeah.”
Charlie: “She likes being scared of me.”
Vaggie: “Well. Thrilled? By you? I mean she gets her kicks out of it, so…”
Charlie: “I don’t like being scary.”
Vaggie: “You’re not.”
Charlie: “I scared them.”
Vaggie: “Startled and creeped out a little. It’s not the same thing.”
Charlie: “Isn’t it? I’m- I hate that I'm-”
Vaggie: “No.”
Charlie: “Vaggie.”
Vaggie: “You. Are. Not.”
Charlie: “But-”
Vaggie: (takes hand) “You’re a lot of things, Charlie Morningstar. Sometimes you’re a lot of those lot of things- which I love-”
Charlie: “Heh.”
Vaggie: “But being scary just by existing? Isn’t one of them. You can be you, all the way, the whole demon princess Charlie package- and not scare anyone. I promise."
Charlie: "Tell that to my ex..."
Vaggie: "I'll carve it into his stupid fucking skull- kidding! I'm kidding."
Charlie: "I'd believe that more if you hadn't already tried."
Vaggie: "Well believe me NOW when I'm trying to say- You can get scary when someone you love is hurt or threatened, sure. That's, not a bad thing. There's nothing about you that you need to hide to have people in your life. Living with you, every part of you, is great."
Charlie: "....."
Vaggie: "Charlie c'mon- I should know. If we’re talking observed data and stuff, I’ve already got three years of it. Right?”
Charlie: “…right.” (weak smile) “I did it again though, didn’t I?”
Vaggie: “What, the intensely following around someone you’ve invited into your home trying to figure out how to make them feel more comfortable without bothering them or spooking them, working hard not to let them see how you spend hours just staring at them, taking in every little detail you can, but staring so hard they can feel it on the back of their neck anyway?”
Charlie: “And you’re sure that’s not scary. Like at all.”
Vaggie: “I always thought is was cute. Intense and a kinda worrying sign of how alone you’d been, sure, but cute.”
Charlie: “Hmph.”
Vaggie: (leans up to smooch her) “And our hazbins will too. Just give ‘em time.”
Charlie: “Our hazbins?” (grins) “Our? Oh now THAT’S cute.” (opens book and scribbles note) “Today… Vaggie.. bonded with…”
Vaggie: “I did not.”
Charlie: “…OUR- underline underline add some hearts- hazbins!”
Vaggie: “Charlie I didn’t. I barely even spoke with them.”
Charlie: “You’re comparing them to your past self and making connections between you when we first met and them now, aren’t you. You’re empathizing with them! That’s bonding! That’s ADORABLE!!”
Vaggie: (sigh) “That’s my cue to drag you off to bed.”
Charlie: “You’re adorable~”
Vaggie: “Says the cute demon lady lovingly stalking her new friends.”
Charlie: “Do you think they’ll be friends with me? I mean I’m friends with them, but-”
Vaggie: “Charlie, they’ve met you. It’s inevitable.”
Charlie: “Heheh. Juuuust like this kiss~”
(smooch)
(smooch some more)
Vaggie: “Whoa there!” (chuckling) “Save it for the bed sweetie, or we’ll never get there.”
Charlie: (giggling) “Sorry. I’m not used to not having everything all to ourselves. And I suppose making out in the public areas wouldn’t be very polite, even in the middle of the night with no one around.”
Vaggie: “Probably. We’ve freaked them out enough for one day I think.”
Charlie: “There are definite downsides to having a hotel with actual other people living in it, huh….”
Vaggie: “Worth it?”
Charlie: “Mm. I hope so. I hope they’ll think so too.”
Vaggie: “They will, babe. They will.”
-Next Night-
-Alastor’s Radio Tower-
Alastor: (humming and happily prepping the next track for broadcast)
SOMETHING: (slowly rises up beyond the window behind him)
Alastor: (ears twitch) (adjust audio balance knob)
SOMETHING: (presses against window)
Window: (Distinctive flesh-dragging-across-glass sound)
Alastor: (stops)
SOMETHING: (fades into shadows)
Alastor: (turns)
Window: (has smudge mark on it)
Alastor: “….hmm…” (walks over) (wipes window) (smudge stays bc it’s on the outside) “Interesting...”
Alastor: (goes back to disc jockeying)
SOMETHING: (reaches up and drags finger through smudge mark)
Alastor: (stops and turns)
Alastor: “Ohoho? My my my, now isn’t THIS just droll! Who COULD have left a message here for me. On my own radio tower! Smudging my glass! (smirks and walks over) “Hmm? Something dire and THREATENING no doubt? Not something they will REGRET I am SURE ha ha ha!”
Alastor: (bends down to read) “It appears to say…”
Window: (smudge has the word ‘FRIENDS’ written through it)
Alastor: (snaps back upright) (stares) (steps back) (stares harder)
Alastor: “…how… amusing.”
Alastor: (goes back to control panel)
Alastor: “….”
Alastor: (relaxes) (picks up microphone and holds it casually at the ready)
Alastor: (reaches for a record-)
SOMETHING: (slips past window behind him)
Alastor: (turning) (Shrieking) “KKKKSSSSSSSSFKKKSST” (yeets record out through window)
Window: (shatters)
Vaggie: “….”
Vaggie: “….hope that one wasn’t important, pendejo. It’s on the first floor now. In about a hundred pieces.”
Alastor: (lowering microphone) “Oh my dear I DO apologize!” (simpering) (Glowering) “Poor thing. Not hurt, are you? Not frightened at all I hope? Really I don’t know WHAT would have happened if I had happened to HIT you!”
Vaggie: “Me frightened? No.” (tosses cleaning rag over shoulder) “The scary little smudge is gone anyway, so I’m off. Bye.”
Alastor: “Oh delightful! You KNOW ABOUT-”
Vaggie: (gone)
Alastor: “……hmmmmmm….”
Charlie: “….”
Charlie: “She’s so hot when she’s all ‘doesn’t even blink when something almost would've decapitated her if she hadn’t casually leaned back’ isn’t she?”
Alastor: (shriek is broadcast all over Pentagram city, shattering the remaining windows in his radio tower)
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More GirlDaddy Daryl cause the love I have for him is actually not funny
I thought of a name a longgg time ago for his daughter that I think is super cute, It was gonna be Darylina but then I thought how Daryl would hate that THEN I thought how DARYL would make CAROL the grandma so obviously Carolina is the perfect name
She’d be called Lina for short, Carol as a joke and Carolina when shes in buttfuck trouble (which teenege Lina gets into a lot of but shes her mothers child)
I feel like she’d be a total badass, a good balance between Daryl badass and Y/n badass. She’s a hardcore daddys girl so by age ten she was already mastering the Dixon way of hunting.
“Ya got light steps naturally, let’s keep em tha’ way kiddo”
“Okay daddy!”
Lina would be more like Daryl as a kid, and I feel like Daryl was a rowdy kid.
She practically bounces off the walls from the assigned hours of too early in the morning to too late in the evening. Getting jumped on before he gets out of bed wasn’t exactly on Daryl’s bucket list (but he wouldn’t have it any other way)
Yes, she constantly climbs onto her father like a cat. No, there’s nothing he can do to get her squealing giggling frame off him. His only option is to accept his fate and play 21 questions directly over his shoulder.
“Lina! M’working, get offa me”
“Wha’cha workin’ on?”
“Stuff”
“Wha kinda stuff?”
“Adult stuff”
“Wha kinda adult stuff?”
Daryl uses her whenever he works on his bike, and his massive fingers can’t fit to reach something. She feels very important when her tiny fingers reach it, and she lets Daryl know how very useless he is.
“Daddy yer not gonna be able to fight if ya can’t fit yer fingers in stuff”
“Really? Damn. Good thing yer gonna protect me”
“No daddy, yer have to protect yerself because m’gon go protect mommy”
“Tha’s good idea, mommy can’t protect herself”
“But mommy can fit her fingers in stuff”
“Then why ya protectin’ her ‘nd not me?”
“Because I like mommy”
“I like mommy more”
Oh maybe I should mention they bicker over EVERYTHING. And guess who has to be the tiebreaker?
“Babe! Tell this rat tha peanut butter is indefinitely better than tha jelly!”
“Daryl she doesn’t even know either of those are and everyone knows jelly over butter”
“See mommy is always right!”
“Are ya cheatin’ one me??”
There’s a very strong love-hate relationship between him and teenage Lina, especially when hormones start to change and tempers flare.
Once again, Lina is a mini Daryl and Y/n, so when she shoots back during arguments, she’s aiming for the head.
“For tha last time, no. Too dangerous and m’not gon be able ta keep an eye on ya. End of discussion, quit pushin it”
“M’not a fucking kid anymore. I didn’t want ya keepin’ a damn eye on me in tha first place?!”
“Gettin real ballsy there little girl, I said wha’ I said”
“Ballsy? Little? Clearly I got more balls than ya since yer too fuckin’ scared to take me”
“Carolina. Wherever this is comin’ from, cut it the fuck out.”
“I’m gonna cut you the fuck out.”
“Scuse me?“
“Good luck on the battlefield when ya can’t even fuckin’ hear”
After every hard slam of her door, Daryl is left to stand in the deafening silence feeling like an utter failure.
Obviously, he gives her the time to decompress before going to apologize, this time with his crossbow in hand.
The door creaks slightly open before all the way, however there’s no little girl that comes running out into his arms. She stands tall in front of him, mirroring his expression of anxious discomfort.
“Ya stay close, no matter what. Understand?”
“Okay”
Daryl hands her the crossbow.
“Look- I know yer not a kid, but yer still my kid. Yer gon always be m’little girl an yer growin’ up scares tha livin’ shit out of me”
“Ya’ve killed people.. isn’t tha’ scary?”
“Wha’s scary tha’ if I didn’t kill ‘em they might’ve killed ya”
Lina hugs him tearfully.
“M’sorry fer arguin’ with ya”
“Nah, m’sorry fer not givin’ ya a chance”
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(Daryl’s inner child definitely gets healed each time after apologizing and talking it out. He breathes so much better and just feels so much better AUGH my baby)
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All the Time in the World
Dilf!Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader
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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Your regularly scheduled weekend tryst with your Southern gentleman is interrupted by your dad's fancy work party. Or is it?
Smut & fluff & just a smol dash of angst, age gap, dad’s best friend, semi-public sex, Daddy kink, oral, fingering, dirty talk & praise from both Bo and the reader (get it babe, pour filth into HIS ear), soft orgasm denial, creampie, cockwarming, light bondage, reader's parents get very drunk and reader drinks in moderation, reader wears a dress, she/her pronouns used, reader referred to as darlin', baby girl, pretty thing. If you need a pair of surrogate parents to imagine since they have a significant speaking role in this part, here is who I picture while writing lol.
Next Friday was going to be a big night.
Your dad had been spearheading a massive, important project at work for the last year and it had finally come to its conclusion. The company was hosting a gala to celebrate, with your father as a guest of honor. You and your mother were invited, of course, and expected. No chance of getting out of it.
“It’s stupid,” you said to Bo.
The two of you were on his back porch, getting an early start on the evening’s beer stock. “It’s going to take the whole night. They have an open bar and everyone always gets wasted at his work functions. My parents included."
“It ain’t stupid,” Bo said. “You’re just mad it’s happenin’ on a Friday night so you can’t sneak your ass over here after work."
“So what if I am?"
“So what if y’are?" He took a swig of his beer. “Come over Saturday. I’ll even stay in bed for ya."
“What a sacrifice."
“I’m a giver, darlin’, you know this."
You pushed his knee with your bare foot. “What’re you gonna do without me Friday night? Work on that Cadillac in the garage?"
“Actually, I got a date."
You choked on your beer. “What?"
“Y’know Maggie Harper two doors down?"
You rolled your eyes. “Bo, isn’t she married with like, six kids?"
“Ain’tcha heard, baby girl? I’m a homewrecker. Ruinin’ marriages and robbin’ cradles."
“If you go on a date with Maggie Harper, I’m texting Bradley from Gulfport."
He scowled. “Bradley from Gulfport’s gonna end up a cold case." You giggled. “What’re you wearin’ to this party? Bet I’m missin’ out."
“You are. It’s a very nice dress. Pretty low-cut. Slits up the sides."
“Damn." He shook his head mournfully. “Guess I better take you somewhere nice so you can wear it for me."
“I’ll send you a picture."
Bo shot you a mischievous look. “Would you do somethin’ for me?"
You regarded him suspiciously. “Depends."
He leaned on the arm of his deck chair. “Leave your panties at home and send me a picture o’ that."
Your mouth fell open. “You’re serious."
“Always, darlin’."
“You’re filthy."
“You bring it outta me."
“Don’t blame it on me."
“Ain’t nobody else around."
“My mom is gonna be there."
“Well you don’t have to show it to her."
You laughed, sipped your beer while you considered. “Alright. I’ll do it."
He grinned. “You’re the best, baby girl."
The weekend passed too quickly, as it always did, and the week flew by too. Friday afternoon, Bo flipped the sign on the shop door and turned to you with a sigh and the most forlorn expression he could manage.
“Dunno what I’m gonna do with myself all alone tonight."
“Don’t say that, you’re making me feel bad." You wrapped him in a hug. “I wish I didn’t have to go."
“Nah, it’s a good thing. You gotta support your dad."
“You’re right. Have to earn some points while I still can. Maybe it’ll cushion the blow when they find out you’re paying me for sex."
“Darlin’, I guarantee it will not." Bo kissed your forehead. “You’re comin’ over tomorrow?"
“Of course I am."
“I’ll pick up more o’ those snacks you like."
You smiled up at him. “You’re a sweetheart."
“Only for you, baby girl." He kissed you, long and sweet. “I’ll text you later,” he said with a wink and a smirk.
You got ready for the evening at your parents’ house. The dress really was something, black with a smattering of delicate beaded details, the neckline a deep V, the floor-length skirt long enough that even with the slit up both sides, you weren’t worried about the consequences of fulfilling his request. It hugged your figure in all the right places, made you feel sexy and confident. You wished he could see you in it.
Before you left your room, you tossed the pair of panties you would have worn onto your bed, took a picture, and sent it to him. Call it a teaser. He responded promptly with a single text:
Minx.
You grinned and tucked your phone in your bag.
The gala was being held at an upscale hotel downtown. You rode with your parents and arrived considerably earlier than most of the guests. You made nice with the introductions, smiled politely, retained nobody’s name, answered the same three questions about college until you were ready to snap.
The night had only begun. You were ready to go home.
Playing the dutiful daughter with nothing under your skirt was a new kind of thrill, you had to admit. It was probably better to sneak a scandalous picture now, before the crowd really arrived.
You snagged a champagne flute from a server’s tray on the way to your table, drank it too fast looking for a little extra courage. You’d never taken a nude in a public place; to be fair, there wouldn’t be much of an audience in a bathroom stall.
When the champagne was gone, you excused yourself and wandered through the building until you found a restroom a little ways away from the event hall. Naturally, the bathroom was impractically luxurious to match the rest of the hotel, brightly lit and opulent. At the far end from the door, there was a vanity with three low stools upholstered in velvet.
You considered this for a moment. Those stools were cute. You didn’t particularly want to take a picture of yourself straddling a toilet. Maybe…if you were quick….
Desperately trying to seem inconspicuous, you crossed to the vanity, double-checking each stall to be sure it was empty. When you were sure you were alone in the bathroom, you perched on the stool, pulled out your phone.
You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You really did look good tonight; it was a damn shame you weren’t going to see him until tomorrow. You snapped a couple selfies, made sure to get the dress and the way it hugged your chest in frame.
Then you adjusted your skirt, glancing behind you with trepidation. You’d had sex in a barn two weeks ago, you reminded yourself. And blown him at work on the clock. And fucked in your bedroom during a block party.
God, he was just stripping away your inhibitions right and left, wasn’t he?
You shook off the realization that you loved it and tugged your skirt up the rest of the way.
After taking a few pictures with your legs in slightly different positions, and then quickly readjusting your dress to salvage a little modesty, you scrolled through to pick the best shots. You could feel your face heating up as you examined yourself, but you knew he was going to love them.
You’d sent him nudes before, but only a couple times, and always from the comfort of your bedroom. No matter how self-conscious you felt, they were always well-received.
As it happened, he had quite the artistic eye when it came to the dick pics he sent your way. No grainy, overexposed, oddly cropped pictures where it looked like he may have just accidentally dropped his phone into his pants. No, you got well-framed mirror selfies, full-body shots with his hand wrapped around his cock or his thumb tucked in the waistband of his boxers.
They were worthy of salivation. He was always saying Vincent was the artist, but as far as you could tell, Bo was a born photographer.
The vanity had been a good choice. Hopefully he’d be impressed. You texted him one shot of your face and two of your pussy and called it a night.
By the time you returned to the event hall, he still hadn’t replied. You were slightly disappointed, but didn’t want to blow it out of proportion, so you tucked your phone away and jumped back into social hour with your dad’s coworkers. It absolutely necessitated another flute of champagne.
You were zoning out during your dad’s eighth rendition of the same story about golf, pleasantly floaty and counting the minutes, when he deviated from the script.
“Oh, here’s the guy I was telling you about, Bo Sinclair. Let me introduce you!"
The words hit your ears like a slap, sobered you up in an instant. You glanced up and sure enough, your smug Southern gentleman was crossing the room, giving Johnny Cash a run for his money in an all-black suit and tie, hair slicked back, gorgeous.
You didn’t even feel your jaw drop. He looked incredible. Moreover, he was here.
He greeted your dad with a smile and a handshake, then those baby blues fell on you. “Good seein’ you,” he said with gentility, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “You look absolutely stunnin’."
Every drop of champagne in your body rushed to your head and every ounce of blood rushed south and you lamented the fact you were not wearing underwear.
“Sorry honey, probably should’ve mentioned your boss was going to be here,” your dad said.
“No, it’s – fine,” you said.
“’S alright, she doesn’t get enough o’ me at work,” Bo said brightly. “Thanks for invitin’ me."
“Oh, you had to be here,” your dad was saying. The rest of the conversation was utterly lost on you; you were too preoccupied with the scent of his cologne, how his shoulders filled out the jacket. He was handsome as hell in a suit. He played innocent remarkably well, only shooting you the occasional glance, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards every time.
Blessedly, the lights dimmed, signaling to everyone that the evening’s presentation was about to start. You, your father, and Bo returned to the table where your mother was sitting nursing a second – or third? – glass of wine.
“Mind if I sit here?” Bo asked as he slipped into the chair beside you.
“Not at all,” you said.
“Got your text,” he murmured. “Think I’m gonna need a closer inspection."
“Are you talking shop at the dinner table?” your mom interjected.
You could feel, actually feel, your soul leaving your body.
“Apologies,” Bo said with a smile. “Y/N was sendin’ me pictures of her friend’s truck, might wanna sell it. Looks real nice in the pictures, but I always say, y’never know ‘til you take it for a ride."
Your soul did in fact leave your body. Your mother did not seem to notice. Bo flashed you a wicked grin and nudged your foot under the table.
The lights went down even further and stayed that way as the CEO started her speech. You felt Bo’s fingertips brush your knee, squeeze your thigh. He winked at you when you gave him a sidelong glance, then folded his hands primly on the tabletop.
You slipped your foot out of your shoe and ran your toes up and down the back of his calf, stoically did not acknowledge when he looked at you.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him slip his phone out of his pocket, type something short. As he tucked it back away, your bag buzzed conspicuously. Your mom looked over, made a shushing face.
You focused on the CEO, tried to ignore him as he shifted in his chair. Out of the corner of your eye, he vanished. Seconds later, you felt his fingers on your ankle, and then his lips on your knee. You jumped, startled, and he popped back up from beneath the table, smiling.
“Tyin’ my shoe,” he whispered. You bit your lip and rubbed his spit off your skin.
The speech ended, the lights came up, and shortly thereafter servers began bringing around the first course.
"So Bo, how's my kid doing down at the shop?” your dad asked halfway through his salad. “Giving you all kinds of trouble?"
You stopped chewing, braced yourself for the innuendo.
"Aw, she's a delight," Bo replied. Your eyebrows went up. "Smart as a whip, friendly with the customers, real fast learner. Works harder'n me. I'd keep her around forever if it was up to me, but she's got bigger and better things comin' her way for sure."
He smiled at you, a genuine, affectionate smile, and you tried your hardest not to light up too much. “Thanks, Bo."
“Jus’ the truth, darlin’." He looked at your parents. “She’s somethin’ special."
"I'll drink to that," your dad said.
As guests finished their meals, many of them wandered to the wide-open center of the room where couples were dancing. Your parents got up from the table to join the handful of people already swaying in slow little circles, your mother admonishing Bo to keep an eye on you.
"You here all by yourself, pretty thing?" he said once you were the only two left at the table, scooting his chair a few inches closer to yours.
"You look sexy as hell," you told him. “I didn’t know you owned a suit."
"Thank you, darlin', don't get much occasion to wear it." He fussed with his cuffs. "Think the last time was at Les's weddin'."
"I can't believe you didn't tell me you were going to be here."
"I told ya I had a date."
"You didn't tell me it was with me!"
He gave you a sultry look. "Who else would it be with, baby girl?"
You gazed back at him with open adoration. "You can't just show up here looking like that saying nice things about me."
"Why not?"
"Cause there's no hayloft to hide in."
He laughed. “If you’re that desperate, we can get a room."
You shook your head. “I don’t think they rent by the hour here."
“Probably right." Bo stood up suddenly. “Why don’t we visit the courtyard instead?"
“The what?"
“C’mon, baby girl." He flashed you a mischievous grin, offered you his arm. “It’s real pretty. And real private."
“Bo!” you exclaimed. “My parents are here!"
“When are you gonna stop bein’ sensible and start trustin’ me?"
You stood up and took hold of his elbow. He set a quick pace around the edge of the room toward the door. “When are you going to behave appropriately in a public setting?"
“Darlin’, if you think I’m just gonna sit here and stare at you when you’re wearin’ a dress like that with nothin’ underneath, then you ain’t been payin’ attention."
You stole a wary glance in the direction of the dance floor. You couldn’t see your parents; hopefully they couldn’t see you either. “You are going to get us in trouble."
He tossed that damn smirk at you over his shoulder. Your heart skipped a beat at the look in his eyes, bright and smoldering with lust. “We can hope, can’t we?"
Together you stumbled out of the event hall. He slowed down in the corridor so you could keep pace beside him. He seemed to know where he was going, but the place was a maze to you.
Around the second or third corner, Bo stopped abruptly and pulled you to him, capturing your lips in a kiss. You thought about pushing him away for a second, only a second, before your arms were around his neck and your tongue was in his mouth.
“God, baby,” he breathed. “Wanna touch you so bad."
You slid your hands down his chest. “Then you better find that courtyard."
“’S around here somewhere,” he said, taking your hand and tugging you down the hall.
You rounded another corner and yanked on his hand, pinning yourself between him and the wall. He smashed his mouth against yours, hands on your waist, running up your sides to your breasts and down to your hips. Fiery, you angled your pelvis flush against his, so few layers between you. His fingertips worried at the top of the twin slits of your dress, pawing desperately at the skin of your thighs.
“Uh-uh." You pushed his hands away. “Not in the hallway."
Bo made a disapproving sound. “Then quit kissin’ me like that."
“Never." You pulled him to you by his tie.
He wrested his tie and his lips loose, pointed a finger in your face. “Now who’s gettin’ us in trouble?"
You grinned at him. “I’d kill to get in trouble with you, baby."
He groaned. “Y’promise? I got a gun."
“Cross my heart."
He buried his face in your neck, his kisses manic, and you tilted your head back against the wall in bliss until he sucked hard on your skin. You shoved him away. “Bo! You can’t give me a hickey!"
“I sure can."
“No you can’t!"
He smiled smugly and looped his arm around your waist. “This way, pretty thing."
To your surprise, there really was a door marked Courtyard around the bend. Bo held it open for you and before you could thank him for his chivalry, he grabbed your ass as you passed him. You swatted him away, giggling.
The courtyard was a large area of greenspace smack in the center of the hotel. A fountain burbled in the center and trees and shrubs were planted thickly among the pavers. A smattering of lamps provided wan white light, leaving ample room in the shadows for shenanigans. The early evening stars were hidden from view by the glow of the city, but the sky was a beautiful deep, swelling blue.
“How did you know this was here?” you asked.
“Went with your dad to a golf club happy hour here in the spring."
You winced. “I am so sorry."
“Me too. I hate golf. Drinks were good though."
Bo took your hand and led you to a secluded bench tucked away behind a pair of bushes. It was practically invisible from the door, but plenty of windows loomed overhead like half-lidded eyes. You were hidden beneath the trees, probably. At this rate, you’d be fucking in Times Square by Halloween.
He straddled the bench and you sat between his legs, adjusting your skirt. The cold concrete touched a bare strip of your thigh, made you flinch.
“How much time do you think we have?” you wondered.
“All the time in the world,” he said, kissing you again. His hand wandered from your knee up to the end of the slit in the dress. His thumb played at the inside of your thigh, tantalizingly close to your sex, lighting up the nerves in your groin.
“You look so damn good tonight,” he said. “Drivin’ me wild." You gripped his lapels, kissed his lips, his cheek, the scar on his chin. “Wanna make you feel good, baby girl. Let me make you feel good?"
“Please,” you whispered the way you knew he liked, drawn out and plaintive.
His hand slipped beneath your dress, fingers just parting your lips. Your back arched. His eyebrows shot up. “Soaked, darlin’. Bet you taste even better than you look."
Heat flooded your face and your core. You wanted to see his head between your legs. “Why don’t you find out?"
His lips curled into a smile. “If you insist." He leaned forward and gave you one last kiss before pulling away to kneel on the ground in front of you. He looked up through his lashes like a supplicant at the feet of a saint, hands on your knees, urging your legs open with reverence.
“Nobody in there needs to know you belong to me,” he said, pushing your skirt up and aside. “But I’m gonna make damn sure you know it."
Your fingers curled around the lip of the bench as he blew gently along your slit, following immediately behind with the tip of his tongue. Your breath hitched in your throat. He sucked at your clit, lapped at your arousal, strong hands holding your thighs immobile even as you strained involuntarily to close them.
"Don't you mess up my hair, angel," he warned.
"I wo - oohh." You gripped his shoulders instead, hips rolling.
“Bet I can make you cum before I finish spellin’ my name,” he murmured.
“Full name?"
“Uh-huh,” he said, open-mouthed, his tongue pressed against you. The vibration made you shudder.
You were so hot for him already, it wasn’t going to take much, but his name wasn’t long. You could hold out. “You’re on."
When his tongue dragged lazily over your clit in an unmistakable letter B, your toes curled and you moaned. He punctuated the initial with a merciless suck. The next letter was not an O. You felt yourself clench, ached for him to be inside you. The next letter was also not an O. You were writhing in his grasp and confused in the fog of pleasure.
“Bo…what – god – what are you spelling?"
“My name, darlin’."
“Your name…is two letters."
He grinned up at you in the dim light. “It’s Beauregard, baby girl."
“It’s what?"
“Beauregard Sawyer Sinclair."
Your mouth hung open. “…fuck."
“Think you’re about to lose a bet. Now I can’t remember where I was, so I’m startin’ over." He started over.
His middle fingers were knuckle-deep in your pussy halfway through Beauregard. You did lose the bet, somewhere around the Y in Sawyer. Head thrown back, you saw your own stars spill across the canvas of the sky, your helpless whimpers so soft and so loud in the open air. You melted back into your body with a sigh, blinking bleary-eyed as he sucked his fingers clean.
“You cum so pretty, baby girl,” Bo crooned. “Gonna be thinkin’ about those sweet little sounds when it’s just me and my hand in bed tonight."
You frowned. “You don’t want me to take care of you right now?"
“Nah, we best get back. You can make it up to me later." He winked. “Now, I got the worst knees on this side of the Mississippi, so you’re gonna have to give me about ten minutes to stand up."
He winced as he rose from the ground, kissed you on his way up. You fixed your dress and his tie, pushed one wayward lock of his hair back in place.
“Handsome,” you said, smiling.
“Shucks." Bo wrapped his arms around you. “Kiss me goodnight before we go inside." You obliged. You missed him already.
He held your hand loosely as you crossed the courtyard, tugging uncomfortably at his slacks. “Gimme a second, I gotta get rid of this situation."
You snickered. “I offered my services."
“You hush."
“Could’ve made you try to spell your name again while I sucked you off."
“That’s enough."
“I know what would shut me up, Beauregard."
“Alright then, smartass, I’ll prance in there with a boner and let you explain where it came from."
“Couldn’t say. I’m a virgin."
He snorted as he pulled the door open. “Get inside."
You held his hand until the last possible second before you stepped back into the event hall. Immediately you were searching for your parents. Anxiety seized you in its clammy grip when you caught sight of them seated at your table.
“There you are,” your mom said, slurring a little. “Where’ve you been?"
“Sorry, we went for a walk." You smiled what you hoped was a normal smile.
“Oh that sounds nice." Man, your parents could drink.
“When do you want to get going?” you prompted.
“Well, about that, honey,” your dad said. “The company paid for a room for your mom and I, sort of a surprise weekend getaway." His gaze shifted to Bo. “I hate to ask you this, but could you take her home?"
You didn’t have to look at him to sense the smirk on his face. You could feel it like a kiss on the back of your neck. “I’d be happy to." He touched your back, your upper back, nothing but propriety. “You just lemme know when you’re ready to leave."
“Now is fine,” you said immediately. “I’m pretty tired. And you know, I’m meeting…someone tomorrow to do something, remember?" The details of this weekend’s cover story were fuzzy but so were your folks.
“Right, right,” your dad said. “Have so much fun!"
“Oh I will." You glanced at Bo. “Shall we?"
“Of course, darlin’." He shook your dad’s hand, thanked him again for the invite; you hugged your parents and bid them goodnight and a good weekend.
It was a long walk back out to the hallway. No sooner had you left the room when he clasped your hand, brought it to his lips, and deadpanned, "I'll drop you at yours, then?"
You pushed him playfully. "You'll do no such thing."
"Who is the boss here?"
"I think it's me."
He scoffed, guiding you through the hotel doors with his hand on your back, your lower back, possessive. "I have the keys," he said as he produced them from his pocket.
With uncharacteristic speed you snatched the keys from his hand and danced away down the sidewalk like a dog with a forbidden treasure, skirt gathered in one hand. "Wrong!"
Bo gave chase without a second thought. "Ooh, you better pray I don't catch you, baby girl."
"What're you gonna do, spank me?"
"Somethin' like that."
You spun, flashed him a grin, prancing just out of his reach. "Can't wait."
He lunged and you shrieked with laughter, feinting away at the last possible second. You moved in the direction of his truck parked just down the street.
"This ain't fair, y'got twenty years on me," he whined, out of breath, hands on his hips like an exasperated Little League coach.
"Aw, what a shame." You jingled the keys in your hand. "Guess you'll have to walk home, old man."
He shot you a glare and then without warning broke into a dead run. He was unexpectedly fast, had evidently been holding back, and you let out a genuine scream as you scrambled for the truck. The pounding of his footsteps got louder behind you and the next thing you knew, he had you in a vice grip, whirled you both around so your momentum carried him into the side of the truck and you into his chest.
"Respect your elders, darlin'." He crushed you to him, landing one good slap on your ass.
You collapsed with laughter. "You're scary as hell."
He smiled darkly. "Nah, I'm a big softie." You went to hand him the keys and he shook his head. "You're drivin'."
"What?"
"Take me home, baby girl."
You'd never driven his truck before. He was protective of the thing, to say the least; washed it once a week, detailed it himself, refused to park it within six feet of another vehicle. "Are you sure?"
"I trust you."
You grimaced. "No pressure."
"None at all."
"If I'm driving, I can't blow you."
"There'll be more'n enough time for that later. Quit stallin', I'm ready to be outta this suit."
You opened the driver's door and started to climb in. Bo cleared his throat and you paused, frowning. "What's wrong?"
"Ain'tcha gonna open the door for me?" he pouted.
You rolled your eyes. "Of course, my bad."
Looking pleased, he followed you around the truck and stood back while you opened his door. "Why, thank you, darlin'. Y'sure know how to show a man a nice time."
You grasped his tie and tugged him in for a kiss. "Just you wait."
The anxiety set in with force once you got behind the wheel, but Bo put his hand on your thigh and gave it a squeeze. "Relax, you know how to drive."
"What if I crash?"
"Don't."
"But what if I do?"
"I know a real good mechanic."
With extreme caution, you pulled into traffic and drove five miles under the speed limit the entire way to Bo's house. He kept his hand on your thigh, thumb rubbing circles on your skin, and every time you glanced over at him he was gazing back at you.
"What's up?"
"Just admirin' you. Y'look fine as hell drivin' my truck. 'S like seein' you wear my shirt. Got me thinkin' thoughts."
"What kind of thoughts?"
Bo pinched his tongue between his teeth, dug his nails lightly into your flesh. "You just focus on the road, darlin', and let me worry about that."
When at last you parked in the garage he smiled proudly at you.
"That's my girl."
You laughed with relief and peeled your fingers off the steering wheel. "Can't believe you let me do that."
"Neither can I. Think you're the first, baby girl."
Your eyebrows shot up. "Are you serious?"
"'S a privilege I think you've earned. Y'did well."
You led him up to the house and unlocked the door with his keys. Just inside the entryway, Bo took your face and kissed you in earnest, his tongue playing at your lip.
Your fingers smoothed down his lapels. "Let's get you out of that suit, yeah?"
You kissed him sloppily as he shrugged out of his jacket. He pulled you down the hallway feeling for the lightswitch; you fumbled with his belt while he loosened his tie in the time-honored tradition of not being able to shed clothes fast enough.
You parted lips long enough to pant, "Unzip me?"
"Done."
He spun you around and eased the zipper down your back, peeling the dress open like he was unveiling a piece of art. His kiss on the nape of your neck sent sparks down your spine so hot they gave you goosebumps.
With a twist of your shoulders the dress dropped to the floor, leaving you bare from head to toe. Bo's hands were on your skin before the air was, cupping your stomach, fondling your breasts, his nose in your hair.
"Gorgeous," he murmured. "Get over here and sit on Daddy's lap, baby girl."
His fingertips brushed across your skin as he skirted around you to settle on the couch. You sat in his lap, leaned back against his chest as he hooked your legs over his knees, opening you up, exposed and vulnerable. You cast a glance to your right where you could see yourself in the reflection of the windows overlooking the backyard, curved against his body, Bo gazing smug and sultry back at you.
"'S a mighty fine view, darlin'." His gaze moved over your body like probing fingers, curious and hungry. "Hope someone out there's peekin' in to see it."
He cupped your breasts, rolling each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned, heat throbbing in your core in time with his ministrations. His lips grazed the slope of your neck, his chin parked on your shoulder.
"Pretty thing." He drew his fingertip in a line from your navel down to the top of your slit and back. Your skin hummed. "Can y'touch yourself for me?"
Without hesitation, you parted your lips and brushed your clit with two fingers. "Like this?" Your voice was breathy and higher than normal already.
"Just like that," he crooned. "Such a good girl." Your hips bucked against your own hand and you let out a choked, needy sound. You could feel him getting hard beneath your ass. "Who d'you belong to, angel?"
"You." His grip tightened on the flesh of your thigh. "You, Daddy."
"That's right." He caressed the crevice of your hip. Your brow furrowed as you felt his finger push into your slick hole with little resistance. "So tight, sweetness, how'm I gonna fit?"
"You'll fit," you breathed, rubbing tight circles around that most sensitive spot.
"You sure?" He squeezed in a second finger and you whined. "Think I might have to make you cum a few more times, getcha to relax a little bit."
"Whatever you want," you mumbled, bearing down on his fingers, gasping as he stroked your insides.
"Look at you bein' so good for me."
He swept the unoccupied fingers of his other hand across your mouth and you opened to admit his first two fingers, sucking on them with desperation, your head cradled in the hollow of his shoulder. You closed your eyes and moaned long, pulsing deliciously around him.
"Goddamn, baby. Someone better fuck you quick."
You made a pleading sound, mind fragmented between sensations, your own hand moving erratically across your clit in the face of his slow and steady rhythm. You could feel the ebb and flow of pleasure inside you tilting ever so gradually upward, felt yourself clenching just a little tighter, let out a pitiful, indignant whine when he pulled out of you.
"Aww, c'mon now, darlin'. I'd just rather y'cum on my cock, that's all." He withdrew his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop. "Lay down and keep yourself warm for Daddy, how 'bout that?" he whispered in your ear.
You reclined on the couch, teasing your sensitive clit as you watched him undress. He wrapped one hand around his erection. "Y'see what you do to me, baby girl?"
He bent low and kissed your forehead, laid his hand over yours and applied just enough pressure that you squeaked with overstimulation. "You trust me?"
"Yes," you said without hesitation.
The corner of his mouth quirked upwards. "Hold still."
He braced himself on the back of the couch, bent over you and reached down between the couch and the end table. You heard a jingling sound as he fished up a pair of leather cuffs, lined with suede and attached to a restraint system apparently running underneath the couch.
Your mouth fell open. "Bo!"
"Yes dear."
"Has that been there the whole time?!"
"Yeah, 's where it goes." You laughed, shocked. "Okay if I strap you in?"
"Absolutely." You were thrilled.
"Y'sure?"
"I'm sure."
Bo looked delighted. "Gimme your hand, angel." He kissed your knuckles before buckling the cuff around your wrist. "Too tight?"
"No, just snug."
"Perfect." He took your other hand, sucked your fingers clean of your arousal, kissed your palm, and secured your wrist. You gave them an experimental jerk. They were fastened firmly above your head so your hands rested on the arm of the couch.
"Now you want me to turn you loose, the word's crossbow, alright? I'll stop what I'm doin' and get you right out."
"Okay."
His gaze raked down your supine form and he licked his lips. "Goddamn, I'm a lucky man."
You tugged against the restraints, arched your back. The feeling of being at his mercy coalesced right between your legs. His fingers trailed down your throat, over one breast, across your stomach. His eyes were hungry and his hand stroked his cock almost absentmindedly.
"Gonna be so good to you, darlin'. My baby girl."
Bo sat at your feet, lifted your leg, kissing your ankle, up your calf, along the inside of your thigh, sucking at your skin til it left a mark. His tongue licked a wide stripe up your slit, made you quiver. You squirmed, gasping, pulling against the cuffs as his fingertips trailed ticklish over your skin.
He climbed on top of you, heavy and hot, kissing his way up your body. He lined himself up with your entrance and smiled a crooked smile down at you, eyes alight, before pushing into you slowly, so slowly, with a gentle kind of force, inch after blessed inch.
Your head rolled back and a vocal sigh slipped from your mouth as he filled you at last the way you'd craved all night. "Oh, Bo."
He groaned in your ear, his hands curled behind your shoulders for leverage. "Baby girl."
He rolled his hips and sent a wave of pleasure surging through you. With his full weight on top of you and your wrists immobile above your head, there was nothing you could do but accept each languorous thrust. You felt used in the best way, helpless, all his.
He fucked you slow, the swell of him inside you mesmerizing, every inch of his body pressed against yours, every tiny sound you made delivered straight to his ears.
You wanted to touch him so badly, wanted to stroke his hair and scrape your nails down his back. All you had at your disposal was your voice. He usually had the sweet-talking handled, but through the steady-thickening film of pleasure weaving around your brain, you decided to give it your best shot.
You nuzzled your lips to his ear and whispered, "You feel so good, Daddy…am I being good for you?"
His grip on your shoulders tightened. "Shit, baby, you're bein' so good."
"Do you like my pussy?"
He groaned. "I love your pussy, baby girl." His pace picked up, his thrusts gaining the slightest edge of desperation.
Your tongue grazed his jaw. "Are you going to cum for me, Daddy?"
Bo grunted, his nails digging into your skin, cock bottoming out again and again. "Y'want me to cum for you?"
"Please," you begged softly. "Please fill me up, please cum inside me, please Daddy I need you so bad - "
Bo choked out a whine, hips heaving, head snapping back, whole body taut and shuddering. You craned your neck to kiss and suck at his throat, the vibration of his waning moans satisfying against your lips.
When his baby blues opened they were glazed and staring. "...I'll be damned," he managed.
You grinned at him, pleased with yourself. "Was that okay?"
"I think you know the answer to that." He rested his forehead against yours.
"Better than your hand, maybe?"
He chuckled breathlessly. "A thousand times, darlin'." He kissed you, swept his thumb across your cheek. "I'm gonna let your hands loose but you ain't gettin' me outta that pussy anytime soon."
"Fine with me."
He unfastened the cuffs expertly with one hand and examined your skin. "Hurt at all?" You shook your head and he kissed the inside of each wrist. "Didn't faze you in the slightest. In fact, I think it riled you right up."
"Oh, it riled someone up." You took his face in your hands and kissed him. "Next time, the dungeon?"
"Next time, I'm gonna strap you to the bed and tease you for a good long while."
"You've got these under the bed too?"
"Of course I do." He gave you a sly look. "There's a lot under that bed, baby girl."
You brushed a few wayward strands of his hair back off his brow, combed your fingers through it to loosen the gel. "Show me."
"It'd be my pleasure."
"Show me right now?"
He laughed. "Alright, gimme a minute. I need a cigarette and a lil bourbon and then I'll show you what good girls get."
"Wait, don't go yet." You clung to him with all four limbs.
"Needy little thing, ain'tcha," he said affectionately. "'M not goin' anywhere without you." He bumped his nose against yours and worked his way onto his side. He slipped out of you in the process and you grimaced.
"Eh, cum comes out," he said dismissively. He tucked a blanket around you both, tangled his legs together with yours and cuddled you to his chest.
You frowned thoughtfully, drawing shapes on his skin with your fingertip. "Bo, what happens at the end of the summer?"
"Well then it's fall, baby girl, you ain't that little."
You rolled your eyes. "Not what I meant."
He smiled grimly. "You're gonna go back to college is what."
"And I won't see you anymore…."
Bo let out a long, quiet sigh through his nose. "I s'pose that's up to you, darlin'."
"Would you let me come visit on the weekends?"
"If that's what y'want, absolutely. I'd even come see you sometimes if y'let me."
You stroked the scar on his chin. "What do you want?"
His eyes clouded with some complex blend of emotions you didn't think you could coax out of him no matter how hard you tried. His face was so close to yours, you could see the flecks of darker gray that interrupted the pale blue iris.
"Don't matter what I want," he said. "You got a lotta options, baby girl. Bradley from Gulfport ain't one of 'em - " You snorted and he cracked a smile. "But besides his sorry ass, sky's the limit. Whatever you want." His smile faded around the edges. "Far be it from me to take anythin' from you."
You furrowed your brow. "You're not, Bo, you're not…taking anything from me. You're so good to me. You make me happy."
Something softened in his expression. "'S good to hear that, darlin', that's all I really want."
"Just because I'm leaving, it doesn't mean I'm leaving you. I mean, as long as you…still want me. If you don't, I mean, that would be…fine." What had started as a summer fling had somehow, so quickly, become something else, at least to you. You wondered suddenly if he felt the same.
It must have been evident in your face because he ran his thumb over your lip. "Hey. I want you more'n anything." He hesitated, suddenly uncomfortable. "You make me happier than I have any right to be, darlin' , don't you ever doubt that."
You murmured his name against his thumb, squeezed him tightly.
He tucked his finger beneath your chin and looked at you seriously. "But I need you to listen to what I'm sayin', because it's gotta be said. If you meet some fine young man or a nice young lady, and you wanna hold their hand at the movies or whatever, you don't have to feel guilty about it. You don't even have to give me a second thought, you just don't show up on my doorstep some weekend and I'll figure it out. You deserve - "
He faltered, like he was suddenly conscious of the words he was saying, of how many he'd already said. "You deserve the world, darlin', and it don't matter who gives it to you so long as somebody does. Maybe it's not me. But it better be somebody."
You gazed at him for a long time. "Are you done?"
He scowled. "You ain't listenin' to me."
"Bo."
"I need you to - "
"Bo, listen to me."
"Excuse me, I am talking."
"Beauregard."
"Don't you Beauregard me, missy, I'll leave marks on that ass."
"Bo, please!"
He gave you a look fraught with attitude, lips pursed. "Go'n then, it better be good."
You touched his face. "I just want you."
"Baby girl…." There was a desperation in his voice. "I don't know how to tell you that you don't."
You shook your head. "You're not gonna change my mind. I just want you."
He leaned his forehead against yours and sighed, frustrated.
"I get your point," you said. "I understand. I promise I won't deprive myself of this magical college experience you think exists. But I'm going to be comparing everyone to you, and they're going to fall short every time."
Bo said nothing. You could almost hear the war in his mind playing out, the clash of his desires against his better judgment, against whatever burden he held onto that made him think he was somehow not enough for you.
You rubbed the stubble of his five o'clock shadow with your thumb. "Let me come see you on the weekends," you said. "Or you can come to me. Or we can meet halfway in some shitty motel and pretend we don't know each other."
He acquiesced a small smile. "Sounds like my kinda date."
You grinned at him. "And if I meet someone else I can at least afford you the courtesy of a text, everything doesn't have to be so dramatic all the time."
He snorted. "Well I hope y'don't mind me sayin' I hope I never get that text."
"You won't." You kissed him. "Now go smoke or whatever, you owe me like five orgasms for that conversation."
Bo laughed. "What conversation? You ain't heard a word I said."
"Go!"
"Well you gotta let me up first, baby girl."
You rolled to the side and he rolled back on top of you. You stared up at him, memorizing the lines in his face, around his eyes, how his lips curved. It made you ache, the way he looked and the way he looked at you.
"Y'know what you mean to me, darlin'?" he said.
You put your hands on his chest. "What?"
Bo smiled, almost wistful.
"Everything."
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mark your calendars babes. kidnapped fic comin to you friday the 13th. isn't that a fun day 🥰🥰 is it finished? no. but it's fine i promise
Sometimes, Carlos is amazed at how much like his mother TK looks, and other times, he’s aware of just where he inherited the simmering of his anger issues – where exactly that fire in his eyes spark from. Owen’s jaw is set, eyes narrowed, his fists clenched at his sides. They’re the spitting image of each other, ready for a fight. He sees TK, and it makes his heart ache.
“That is my son Carlos, and I deserve to know what the hell is going on.” His words are low, cautious – aware of where they’re currently talking.
Carlos looks around them, noting the concerned looks from his colleagues. He sighs, rubbing the palm of his hand into his eye hard enough to see stars. With a slap of the files - TK's files, Denton's files, everything he has right now - to his desk, he stands, gesturing towards Owen.
“Follow me, I guess.” He doesn’t wait or make sure his father-in-law is actually behind him, but if he wants a fight, they’re gonna do this away from the eyes of other badge-wielding officers who have had to deal with Owen enough in the past.
They slide into an empty interrogation room, and Carlos has to center himself when he remembers this is where they had held Denton before he was hauled away. This is where it began, where Denton decided Carlos was going to be the next unwilling player in his fucking game.
He runs a hand through his curls roughly, already past the point of being fixed without taking a shower, eyeing the interrogation table warily. "It's a complicated situation and I can't just allow you to get involved, Owen."
“To hell with not getting involved. I was involved the second TK went missing –”
Carlos’ eyes snap to his, their gazes locking. “You’re going to stay with my mom, and you’re going to listen to the officers stationed. You are not getting involved.” They inch closer, Carlos standing at his full height and using the subtle height difference to his advantage.
“You can’t expect me to just sit back when he’s out there –”
“With all due respect, sir, that is exactly what I’m expecting. Because I need to be able to do my job without the fear of you running off and getting yourself hurt, or worse, killed and then I'll to explain to my husband that his dad decided to play superhero and disregard every single safety precaution I’ve put in place.” Carlos exhales sharply, taking a step back with a shake of his head. “I will not be explaining to TK that you got killed because I couldn’t protect you, too.”
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HEY could you do a dally x reader were the reader is a soc and the gang is a little skeptical of dally dating a soc they still excepted the but they’re just a little skeptical about it. Anyway, the reader invites all of them to a party on the last day of summer, and they all go, and the soc’s try to start an argument about how they don’t belong here and the reader stands up for the gang and it to changes there opinion about the reader and dally’s like in ’awe’ and thanking the reader for sticking up for the gang?
If you can’t the ignore this request hope you have a good day/night :)🤍
Omg yesssss! I was just about to go tf to sleep but I just couldn’t ignore this request.
“Maybe she’s usin em .” Steve said, out of the blue as him and Soda worked on a new car that came in.
Soda stopped and looked at him.
“Who, y/n?” He asked, not completely surprised but not totally convinced.
Steve nodded as he put some parts together.
“I mean, why else would a Soc want dally? No offense to dally but, I never woulda though that he actually woulda taken a liking towards her.”
“I guess your right.”
And what a coincidence that the Curtis gang and two-bit were having the exact same conversation.
“Hey, how do y’all feel about Y/n?” Two-bit asked the Curtis brothers.
Darry just shrugged.
“Shoot, ain’t my kid, ain’t my problem. I mean, I care about Dally but if he wants to let a soc break his heart, ima let him.” Darry stated, basically giving out his opinion.
“I don’t know, I haven’t really talked to er. I’ve seen er before but..you know.” Pony said, shifting his position on the couch, returning back to his copy of “Gone With The Wind”
Johnny sat up and snuffed out his cigarette.
“I don’t mind her.”
“What about you, Two?” Pony asked his sideburned buddy.
“I mean, I don’t know. I think she’s just gonna hurt Dally. Hey! You know, what if she just wants something?”
That all agreed.
Just then, Dallas walked through the door.
“Hey guys.” He said, as he shut the door behind him.
“My girl wants y’all to come to her party tonight, she wants to meet y’all. And she’s super excited.”
The gang didn’t know what to think.
They felt off.
“I would love to.” Darry replied.
Dallas turned to the rest.
“What about y’all? Y’all down?”
The gang nodded.
They really wanted to meet the girl that had Dallas Winston wrapped around her finger.
You were a nervous wreck.
What if your hair looked crazy, you thought as you brushed your hair for the 50th time.
You put lights up and set out a speaker with the best music you had.
You didn’t want to be a bother.
You just wanted to meet his friends.
You wanted to make a good first impression.
You heard the doorbell ring.
You ran down and let some people in, telling them where the food and drinks were.
You took coats and hung them up.
You gave everybody bracelets, which you handmade.
Dallas opened the door, letting himself in.
“You look nice, babe.” He said, giving you a peck on the cheek.
“Thanks, Dally. What did they say?” You asked nervously.
“Oh, yeah they’re comin.” He said
You were scared.
You ran around, trying to make everything look absolutely perfect.
You straightened up pictures.
You fixed your hair constantly.
You changed shoes about a hundred times.
You settled on a pair of rose gold heels.
“Babe, you look great, don’t get so nervous.” Dallas reassured you.
You calmed down and later on the doorbell rang.
You got pale.
The closer you got to the door, the clamier your hands got.
You opened the door to see what looked like greasers.
They must be Dally’s friends.
“Hello everybody. I’m Y/n- oh uh. I made bracelets for everyone.” You said, passing out the bracelets.
“A pleasure to meet you.” Darry said, shaking your hand.
You could tell he was the dad of the group.
“Same to you.” You replied.
By the time you got to two-bit you were laughing.
You don’t know what happened.
When you and two-bit looked at each other you both were laughing your asses off.
You invited them inside.
“The food is over there. And over there is the couch and the tv.” You said, pointing.
Dallas just watched you in the corner.
Then a group of your “friends” walked up to you.
“Those don’t look like Socs.” Your friend, Mary sneered.
You looked at her, shocked at her harsh words.
But you stayed quiet.
The harassing continued.
Bobby, her boyfriend looked at the gang and laughed.
“They don’t belong here. They are dirty. They don’t belong with us socs.”
You looked him right in the eyes, absolutely fuming.
“Look here, Bobby. You have no right to treat such lovely people like that!” You yelled, catching everyone’s attention, even the gang.
“They are human beings too! You guys are cruel! And I would rather be a greaser than what you guys call “upper class” because your attitude is just disrespectful and disgusting.”
You were getting angrier by the second.
“You guys are pigs! And if anything, I need some thrill in my life, because what you guys provide is nothing but..but bullshit!” You screamed. You never cursed that much.
Especially not in front of so many people.
You stepped closer to Bobby.
“Oh and, Mary. Did I tell you about Sophie?” You said with a smirk.
She looked at her boyfriend.
“Who is that?” She asked him.
“Nobody-“
You cut him off
“His side broad. Yeah. I told. Because people like you don’t deserve my respect.”
The gang was standing by Dallas, absolutely shocked.
Dallas, was in awe.
“That’s my girl.” He thought to himself.
“So if you don’t mind, get the hell out!!” You were fuming, opened the door wide open for them, Bobby and Mary arguing on the way out.
This probably ruined your chances of being friends with his family.
Later on the party was over.
You told people goodbye as they walked out, saying they had a great time.
When everyone was gone, you felt strong arms pick you up and swing you in a circle.
But it wasn’t Dallas.
It was Two-bit.
“Thank you! You have no idea how long I’ve hated him!” He said, setting you down.
You laughed.
“No problem.”
“Honestly, we thought you were gonna be just like every other soc in this town. But what you showed me tonight missy, is something I’ll never forget, and you are apart of us now.” Darry said, giving you a hug.
“She ain’t no soc!” Steve said, making the gang laugh.
Everyone else left the party and you sat in the couch.
You felt arms around you.
“Thank you so much, doll.”
You were a bit confused.
“What for?” You questioned.
“For sticking up for my friends.”
You looked at him shocked.
“Well they shouldn’t treat y’all like that. That’s just insan-“ you were cut off by a kiss.
It was soft.
“I love you.” He said as he pulled away.
You both laid on the couch and watched movies all night.
Oh boy, did you love your man.
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parts of the npmd soundtrack that scratch my brain perfectly (act 2)
again its all under the cut. i hope this is comprehensible its longer than the last one. idk what else to say
HATCHET TOWN
dan's whole bit at the start. just the way he says everything. so good
the ahh ahh ahhs
the electric guitar <3
curt's voice for bailey esp the growl
A LOSIN STREAKS COMIN!
the smoooothness of corey's voice and the way he sings things auuauauuau
IF HE GETS ME NEXT I COULD BE THREE!
the harmonies on man down down down down
the little plinky organ melody in the backround that comes in halfway through the chorus UAUUAUAUA
the way jon says donna
donna's "DAN!!!"
i certainly dont LOVE killing!
the harmonies on "bailey's/barry's on the loose and he's got a gun" (im talking mainly abt the soundtrack and not the proshot so bailey is more applicable here but both r so good)
I'M A COP!
fits the bill! it fits the bill!
THE HARMONIES ON THE SECOND MAN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN UAUUAUAUAU
the who's swingin the hatchet now harmonies
HATCHET TOOOOOWN
I AM THE MAYOR!!!!
HOW DARE YOU!!!
bryce's solo <3 all of it is so good
BOY JERRY <3 and gerald monroe ig but i love jerry
LET'S KILL 'IM!
CAN I SHIT OR WILL I DROWN
kim's little opera bit
the final in hatchet town harmony <3
JUST FOR ONCE
this whole song in general btw. i love ruth fleming so so so so so so so so so much this song was such a silly contemperary theatre tribute
NO, i haven't seen your grill brush, MAURY. huh YEAH! i used it to BRUSH MY HAIR this morning CANT YOU TELL. ugh
DONT LEAVE ME OUT HERE WITH THE MEAT, MAURY! medium WHA? how can something be medium AND WELL, MAURY?
ugh. maury.
*sigh* i turned 40 today.
the piano coming in
the synthy strum
the way lauren sings the word saturday. her voice throughout this whole song just scratches the brain itch so well
the way she says window, right, dream, and had
they never win
and LIIIIIFE is FULLL of all of the Trappings of The Well to Dew
god i love ruth. i love this song i love this song.
the slight tonal shift (thats not the right word ugh) for the choruses.
39 I LOSE MY HAIR UNDER CAREFUL CHEMO TREATMENT
the way lauren says ensnared
JUDGE ME.
IT FUCKING WORKED I'M FUCKING HERE HE'S FUCKING HER IM DISAPPOINTED
and of the two who's the worse for wear (ME.)
the tambourine
idk what that instrument is in the bg of second chorus it sounds like a saxaphone but also synthy???? idk but i love it
SHOULD I FLIP THE BURGERS NOWWW!
the clarity of lauren's first oh UAUAUA
SHOULD I LET THE YEARS COOOK MY BODY DOWN IN FRONT OF HIM
all 3 just for onces esp the last one with the riff
THE WAY THAT BEHIND THE JUST FOR ONCES YOU CAN HEAR THE "if i can finally be cool i will know that i'm not a loser" MOTIF AUUAUAISUAUUAISIAU
the way the tone calms back down but its still like so vulnerable... uuuuuauu
the way she says every word in this last verse
i used to dance :(
IF I LOVED YOU
THE SYNTH
I NEVER WANTED YEW ANYWAY!
joey's general tone in this UAUAU so good
mariah's deeper voice HEART EYES AUUUU
i just love lautski this song is so good i can barely pick things out bc this whole song scratches my brain
joey's lil growl on "oh babe i'd let u know"
OOOO! i guess we'd better save the date!
need a lover MAYUN
i love when jeff blim crams a lot of syllables into an amount of time like that its so fun
the harmonies <3
wake me up when u turn 18!!!
if i IF I!!!!!
the repeating round style of singing in order to come together eventually I lov them
dissonance <3
THE SUMMONING
the way the lords names are sung i love it sm
the lords names being whispered in the background
tNOY karaxis
WIGGOG WIGGOG Y'WRATH
the woah ohs and the drums kicking in
the music cutting out
HELLO FWENDY WENDS
the we will build a portal motif
the laughter
just the whole little lord verses its so discordant and fun and i love it so much i love the voices they put on i love the lyrics
LA LA LA LA LA ALALALALALA
the book has all but closed on ur life!
THE LORDS IN BLACK ARE THE LORDS IN BLACK ARE
blinky's we've been watching u gracie
the way curt says spankoffski and toy box
GOOOO NIGHTHAWKS!
tinky's laugh
jon's wiggly voice
WHY HELP U WITH THE JAGERMAN WHEN WE CAN HELP THE WORLD
the drums
swallow his soul i wanna lick it!
i wanna see thaaaat
WHATEVER WE WANT WE WANT WE WANT WHATEVER WE WANT WE GET
AAAAUHGUGH there IS something!
something FUN!!!
the lords in black the lords in black call us...
what do u want steph...
do it... or DIE
WE DONT GIVE A SHIT ABT UR PHONE!
AHHHHHHUHGHHH THERE HE IS
what's in your pocket STEPH-A-KNEE
STEPHANIE HAS GOT A GUN TRALALALA HOW FUN! STEPHANIE HAS GOT A GUN SHE KNOWS WHAT MUST BE DONE
i love this whole song its so silly and crazy
YUM YUM!
or FUCK OFF
that last "the lords in black the lords in black call us"
COOL AS I THINK I AM REPRISE
this one makes me really sad :( still so good
one of us is in love :(((((((((
it doesnt TAKE a detective
the violins coming in again
is it really a crime if you get to live your life to the fullest :((((
YOU GET TO LIVE ON :(((((
the i love u i know :(((((((
ur not as cool as u think u are! :(
THE HARMONIES :(
IF I CAN FINALLY BE COOL :((((
i will know that you have to do it :(((
joey's lower register for this last little if i loved u chorus :(((
loved u more than the stars above :(((((( (how many sad faces can i use)
the pause before could've :((((
i cant even say anything more abt this one it makes me too sad
ok yes i can the i never wanted you anyway breaks my heart
BEST OF YOU
the guitar
the needy beast esque pronounciation of words idk how else to say it i just love it
LIKE EYE DEW
we hurted!
the harmonies on town and down
IM THE BEST OF YEW!
this song is just so fun
it's like you knew me b4 u knew me! that whole bit! i love it!
THE AHS IN THE BACK OF THE SECOND BIT OF THE SECOND VERSE
ABSCONDED BELOVED
FOREVER!
WE'RE GONNA RUN AROUND 2NITE!
I BELIEVE IN YEWWWW
never gonna fall!
the echoey verse in the back at the end Auuu so good
the ending note harmony
DIRTY DUDES MUST DIE
the souls of the pervs make me strong
her laugh
I LOVE ANGELA'S VOICE
everything she sings here sounds so incredible
ARE U HARD BC UR STRESSED
what????
i just love this reprise its so so good
i cant point out specific parts bc its just all incredible
OF THE NERDS U MINIMIIIIIIIZED!!!! her RIFF!
THE LAUGH
when the ensemble comes in heart eyes
WHO WILL PRAY 4 U WHEN UR BODY'S GONE THIS IS THE CONSEQUENCE FOR WHAT YOUVE DOOOOONE
DARKNESS WILL SPARE MY SOUL
run pervs RUN
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Happy Birthday Moony
I fell like this would be better sent at midnight but I went to bed at 1 (I’m proud of myself. That’s early) and woke up at 7 so….
Anyway:
Remus did not like birthdays. He never liked them. He always found them to be people gushing over nothing. Oh great he’s alive? Well he wishes he wasn’t.
And the opinion never changed, but it got an exception.
“Come on put it on.” Said a James Potter who looked suspiciously close to squealing.
“Oh Moony do it.” Said a Peter who was laughing.
“Hey I call him Moony!” Said a voice behind a pillar.
He sighed and closed his eyes, letting James put the tie around his face. Making everything black with the exclusion of the light coming in from the tiny gap at the bottom of the blindfold.
He waited for a good 5 minutes before a song started to play. He recognized the instrumental almost immediately. But the voice? He couldn’t place.
I'm an alligator
I'm a mama-papa comin' for you
I'm the space invader
I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you
Keep your mouth shut
You're squawking like a pink monkey bird
And I'm bustin' up my brains for the words~
He mouthed along silently before he heard a small pause in the music- must’ve been live then he guessed- and hushed whispers with a loud sigh Remus could always know as Sirius.
Stomping came over and the tie fell against his chest to see Sirius. Dressed in his jumper. With a muggle guitar around his shoulder. Hair tied up, wand holding it in place. He looked amazing- Remus thought then buried the thought deep down as Sirius smiled and went back to playing.
Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a Moonage Daydream~
Remus was…. Surprised. He knew Sirius, James, Peter. They go all out for birthdays. This wasn’t all out yet it was just if not more as special to him. He took a glance around the room, they were alone, and turned back to Sirius. He was sure his smile was too big for his face.
“Happy Birthday, my moonage daydream.” He beamed and Remus almost died right there. In the arms of one Sirius Black who had spent time learning a muggle song and preforming it.
He hadn’t had good birthdays before. No matter how hard his parents tried it never turned out well. Started amazing and ended with him crying. But this? Well he wanted to mark the date and time. His first good birthday. He almost wished his mom was here but it was perfect without her as well.
“Gosh Pads,” he chuckled as Sirius wiped away a small tear,”you’re a sap.”
Sirius’ smile started to fade into a more curious expression before he looked at Remus as if he was saying his last words,”I’m going to kiss you now. May I kiss you? Please let me kiss you.”
And Remus pulled Sirius in, and it was their first kiss and it was as romantic as walking in the sunlight to him. He felt loved. He had has a family that didn’t just try but actually did. And he felt oh so loved.
#sirius black#remus lupin#mauraders#james potter#peter pettigrew#Happy Birthday Moony!!#remus loves sirius#James ended up sighing about it was nothing then gave him a 30 page card that he had Lily write (because she has smaller handwriting)#and I mean James spoke and Lily wrote down his words#Peter just THREW a shit ton of chocolate at Remus’ lap#Lily got him books and a special package I can’t say#and I don’t know what the rest would give him#moonage daydream#first time doing a song in a story so eh#im not good at writing Remus#I SPENT A HOUR ON THIS! I usually only take 15 minutes
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Miguel x Reader Part 2.
I... I'll do it.... I looked at the ceiling which, for obvious reasons, was terribly far from me.
For a moment I thought I had just accidentally fallen asleep at headquarters and been transferred somewhere else.
I sat up in bed, feeling a slight twinge in my chest.
-Shit. Do I have a bomb between my lungs again? - I asked myself. I looked to the side. Olivia Octavius turned to me.
-Reader. I don't advise you to do anything that involves using your muscles now. - she said calmly and approached me. Wait what......? Well, fuck it. It's fucking beautiful. Not only was I knocked out by the claws of some mutant, but I was also taken into mercy.
-How long have I been lying here?- I asked her and sighed.
-About 3 hours. What a surprise, I thought you were going to die, Olivia said.
-I hoped so too. Will you play my playlist on my headphones? - I asked her and she put the headphones on my ears and turned on the songs.
The music started playing.
Ow-ow (Ow-ow) Ow-ow (Ow-ow)Ow-ow (Ow-ow-ow)I don't know who you think I amI don't know who you think I amI don't know who you think I amI don't know who you think I am(Am am am am am am am am, ow) He's been gone since 3.30 Been comin home lately at 3.30 I'm super cool, I've been a foolBut now I'm hot and baby you won't get itNow I ain't trippin', I, I aint twistinI am demented, I'm just a little bit I'm kickin ass, I'm taking names I'm on a flame, don't come home babe
-I'm breakin' dishes up in here, all night I ain't gon' stop until I see police lights.- I muttered a little to calm myself down.
Olivia left me and went back to some research. I slowly took off my headphones and grabbed my internet clipper.
I quickly spotted Olivia and started running to the exit. Fortunately, no one had the guts to not put the suit on me after bandaging me, the only thing I was missing was a mask, but I bet that maybe I don't exist on the land I want to get to. I got to headquarters and started running to find Miguel's office.
-Reader 5009 escapes! Some people have to stay in the room with the machine! - Octavi's voice came out from all the other Spider people's watches.
It won't ruin my plans anyway.
Before anyone caught up with me, I got to Miguel's office and closed the door. Do you think they will get in? This is Miguel's office. This door might even save me from a nuclear bomb.
I looked around. He's not here. Well, of course he isn't there. Why is he chasing Miles? Oh yes. Trauma, trauma, attack of rage, trauma or something like that.
I went to one of the devices and turned it on.
-Hello Lyla.- I said and she appeared and looked at me with shock.
-Reader? Do you know that you can't be here without Miguel? And what I scanned from the room where the machine is located is that you were barely alive. - she asked and started making strange faces.
-It is not important. You are an AI robot and a good friend. Tell me, is there any device in this room that can transport me to the earth where Miles is now? - I asked her.
-Information only available after entering the password. - Lyla said and a red screen appeared next to her with the words 'Password' written on it.
-I don't know. 'I don't have a daughter'?-
-NO.-
-'I have a neurosis'?-
-Refusal.-
-Wait. 'Fuck leftist whores'.-
-Refusal.-
-'Fuck right whores'.-
-Another rejection.-
-Oh! I can't guess! Fuck it all! Fuck Reader! - I shouted furiously.
-Correct password. The machine that can be used to travel between other universes is here, Lyla said. One of the boxes opened.
I walked over to it and picked up what was inside. 'Watch', but probably a new prototype. Pretty. I think I'll take it. I put it on and was about to enter the numbers.
-Wait. Well, I won't leave this room like this. - I said. I shot a web and opened the door, and several Spider people ran inside, but I had already entered the earth number and jumped into the 'portal'. I closed it immediately.
-So... I don't know what to say. I think this Dove Cameron song 'Born Ready' would fit, but I ruined everything, wait. NO. A universal fight must begin.-
Not checked and sorry it took so long.
#spider verse#x reader#across the spiderverse#fem reader#spiderman#spider woman#atsv miguel#miguel o hara x reader#miguel o'hara#miguel spiderverse#miguel spiderman#miguel x reader#spiderman 2099#miguel ohara#lyla spiderverse
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Take on the World
Notes - Teen!MC , GN!MC , OC insert , platonic relationships , fluff , Inspired by 'Take on the world' by Rowan Blanchard and Sabrina Carpenter, And The Case of The Secret Admirer by @beels-burger-babe , Feat. Teen!MC, The brothers, Gidorah
Summary - Two teens try and figure out how this whole "making friends" thing works.
Warnings - maybe ooc brothers
Tw - none
P - 1 / finished masterlist [ A playlist for two ]
Takin chances, moments happen everywhere / I'm comin up, I'm on the ride of my life!
MC sat bored in Devildom astrology class. They tapped their pencil in a steady rhythm and only stopped to take notes, Or that was until a balled up note smacked them dead in the face. They grabbed the note from the floor and looked up to glare at the demon who threw it.
Mammon chuckled from his seat while mouthing his, not so, apologies. "This is why you got in trouble LAST time!" Is what MC mouthed back. Mammon let out a snort which caught the teachers attention. "Is there a problem, lord Mammon?" The demon is question snapped his attention towards the board and rushed out a "Nah, none at all sir!"
MC rolled their eyes as they opened the note. They tensed as they suppressed the urge to laugh. They squeezed the note in their hand and tossed it straight to the back of Mammons head when the teacher wasn't paying attention. Mammon whipped around and whisper yelled in mock offense "AYE!" MC took a deep inhale to force down a giggle that was bubbling up. "Headshot." Was the only thing they mouthed back.
"LORD MAMMON!" Mammon slowly turned to face the teacher and mumbled "yes sir?" The teacher rubbed his temples and let out a stress filled sigh. "If you keep this up I'm going to have to send you out of class, my lord." Mammon crossed his arms and huffed while sitting back in his chair. "Yes sirrrr."
A few chuckles rang out around the classroom but a familiar voice caught MCs attention. The green haired stranger lightly smacked their friend on the arm while rolling their eyes "Candy, stop it!" The person next to them, Candy MC assumed, just shook their head and bumped their classmate back. "Alright, alright, settle down." The teacher eventually went back to the lesson and the note taking began again.
The rest of the class passed peacefully enough, even with a few notes tossed here and there, and it wasn't long before MC waved goodbye to Mammon as they dashed off to their next class.
Soon enough MC was in charms and spells. However, as they sat down they noticed a familiar green haired stranger a few seats ahead. They had been staring for awhile and now a certain brother was getting bored. "Hey, hey, hey-" Belphi eventually resorted to physical violence and flicked MC on the arm.
MCs attention snapped to belphi and they rubbed their arm while sticking out their tongue. Belphi stuck out his tongue in retaliation and made a snarky remark about swallowing bugs. They scrunched up their face in disgust and fake gagged. They side glanced Belphi with a playful scowl and growled "Hypocrite." They both laughed at eachother before settling down.
Belphis smile persisted with a raised eyebrow and a side glance. "But really, who are you staring at?" MC finally turned to face belphi only to shrug. "I have zero clue. Just noticed how many classes I have with them."
Belphi laid his head to fully face MC from his position on his arms. "Who-" "Who are we talking about?" MC jumped and Belphis eyes rolled up towards his elder brother. Asmo just chuckled before sitting down on the desk with his legs crossed. "Come on, it's rude to gossip without me!"
MC made a shrugging motion before zipping their lips shut. Asmo flashed a playful pout and turned to Belphi. The youngest demon put up his hands up in mock surrender as he leaned back in his seat. "Fine, since no one wants to talk-" Asmo began lifting his hands and making claw like motions "-I guess I could just make you!"
MC slowly moved their chair back with a loud screech. Gidorah flinched at the sudden loud sound, seemingly taken aback, which caught MCs attention. Their eyes flickered from Gidorah and back to Asmo.
However, the quick look didn't go unnoticed by the pink haired avatar. He quickly swiveled his head to follow MCs gaze to the front of the classroom. MC nearly thought Asmo Inhaled a lung with how quick he gasped. He leaned down towards them and whispered "were you talking about gi- BELPHI." They quietly grumbled about their ear drum being blown while Belphi grabbed his fallen pencil.
He picked it up and twirled it in his hand while chuckling "My pencils will become to you what a spray bottle is to cats." Asmo crossed his arms and pouted while exclaiming about how rude he was. MC just rolled their eyes and defended Asmo, which in turn got them a playful glare from the youngest.
"Lord Asmodeus, to your seat please." Asmo hopped down from his desk with a quiet 'hup'. He waved toward the teacher and said "Yes ma'am!" Before going to his seat he glanced back at MC over his shoulder and winked which nearly earned him another pencil shot from Belphi had MC not stopped him. He settled on sticking out his tongue instead.
MC stared at Belphis pencil case. They debated asking, but ended up giving into curiosity "Why do you have so many rubber pencils anyway?" Belphi laid his head back down in his arms and grumbled, "for weapon purposes." Before elegantly passing out.
The bell that signaled the end of class had rung and Gidorah had rushed to their locker. MC waved a quick goodbye to a confused Belphi and Asmo before rushing after them. And so, when Gidorah finished grabbing the extra books out of their locker, she was met face to face with a certain MC.
They both stared at eachother in silence for a second, neither really knowing what to do, before Gidorah broke it. She smiled awkwardly and waved "hello there? How can I help you?" MC stared for a few more seconds before asking Gidorah "How many classes do we have together?" Gidorah stayed silent for a bit "three."
MC nodded, "And what do you have next?" Gidorah grabbed an extra notebook from their locker and turned to face MC. "Studio arts." "So then that's our third class together." MC said while looking off in the direction of the class. Gidorah slowly began walking down the hallway "Mhm, and we should probably get going before we're late." She motioned for MC to walk with her to class. "Cool, cool."
"By the way-" MC stopped a few steps away from the door "-what's your name?" Gidorah tilted their head for a few seconds and chuckled "I'm Gidorah, you must be MC?" MC flashed them toothy grin and nodded while returning to their walk. "Yup! That's me!"
Levi looked up from his phone to see Gidorah and MC walk in together. He questioned it for all of two seconds before deciding to leave it be. That is, until MC bypasses their normal seat to follow Gidorah to hers. He could hear Satan let out a questioning hum from behind him. Both brothers watched on in curiosity, although Satan was slightly more wary of MCs new friend.
MC let out a loud groan as they dug through their backpack. Gidorah tilted their head before pulling out a notebook. "I figured you had forgotten yours since you didn't stop by your locker. So you can have this one if you want." MC graciously grabbed the notebook from Gidorahs hand. They thanked Gidorah before heading back to their seat at the sound of the bell.
Levi drummed his fingers on the table while contemplating wether or not to tackle this whole new friend thing. He debated giving MC the stranger danger talk but- "MC, mind telling me who this new friend of yours is?" -then again Satan is his brother and is sitting right behind him.
MC turned to side glance Satan "oh I have no clue!" Satan stared in shock at MC while Levi started to chuckle. "MC, Do I need to tell you how dangerous demons are?" The human in question rolled their eyes and smiled. "No dad, I know the importance of stanger danger. What're you so worried about? This is the teens division." Levi stared at Gidorah while Satan and MC started a staring contest.
"My lord, is there a problem?" Neither Satan nor MC noticed the teacher go silent during their stare down.
Levi, however, saw it coming and tried to get MC to stop to no avail. So he settled on giggling when they nearly got whiplash from turning around too fast. Satan, on the other hand shot MC a look of 'this isn't over yet' before turning back to the teacher. "No Mx, sorry for the disruption." The teacher raised an eyebrow in question but settled on nodding as they turned back towards the rest of the class.
The rest of the class passed with quite ease, MC eventually got used to the feeling of eyes drilling into the back of their head as well as the anxious waves coming off of Levi. Though, they didn't exactly appreciate the interrogation that followed during lunch.
"Why do I, as a human, have to participate in PE for demons?" MC grumbled as they leaned against the wall. Lucifer rolled his eyes from his position next to them, "You don't have any injuries, do you?"
MC cracked their back, much to Lucifers dismay, as they did a full stretch and turned to glare at Lucifer. "No, but I do feel like I just went through twelve millenia and ended up at 50." They voiced in discontent as they rolled their shoulders and neck some more and huffed.
Lucifer sigh as he watched MCs movements, he debated taking them out of P.E but was interrupted by several footsteps storming forward.
"EM SEEEEEEEEEEE" said human flinched at the screaming of their name and launched a paper ball at their nearest target, who just to happen to be beel. Who just kinda, ate the paper.
"Why is it spicy??" Beel wondered as he swallowed the paper ball. Belphi chuckled at his twins antics while the others stood in varying states of shock, disinterest, or amusement.
Mammon laid his arm on MC like an arm rest, while ignoring their threats of ever growing fury, and began ranting about his day.
MCs attention was taken when they spotted their new friend a few feet from the gate. They went to wave only to hear the loud thump of a demon hitting the floor and asmos cackling soon after.
They debated that being on purpose before just shrugging it off.
Gidorah slowed down at the call of her name and stopped to face a rapidly approaching MC with Mammon hot on their heels. Gidorah tilted her head and chuckled while waving. MC let out a few pants before speaking, "Hey Gidorah!"
Gidorah tilted her head with a concerned smirk. She was going to question the panting before settling on a chuckle and nodded in greeting.
The demon chasing MC didn't stay silent for long though "And who the hell is this?" Mammon said while pointing a clawed finger at Gidorah. Before MC could bring out the spray bottle Gidorah spoke up with a calm tone "My apologies your highness. I'm Gidorah, MCs....."
Mammon raised an eyebrow at the sudden silence while the two teens stared at eachother.
Gidorah tilted their head at MC and MC shrugged.
"...acquaintance?"
"Friend."
"Friend!"
Mammon glared down Gidorah with distrust. Gidorah stood unfazed with their attention on MC. "So, how can I help you?" Mammon grumbled as Gidorah kept her eyes on MC.
MC lightly giggled at Mammons antics before swallowing it and handing Gidorah their D.D.D. "I was wondering if we can exchange numbers? Then we can talk outside of school!" They flashed Gidorah a friendly smile, much to Gidorahs amusement.
She took MCs phone while both teens chose to ignore Mammons protests. "Here, be sure to shoot me a text later so I have your number!" Gidorah said as she turned on her heel before stopping. "I'll see you tomorrow!" They shot MC a quick wave before walking off.
MC waved back and turned on their heel back towards the brothers. They saved Gidorahs contact and side glanced an awfully silent mammon, "You've gone real quiet Mr. Grabby hands."
Mammons eyes stayed stern before turning back to MC "Of course- not that I'm worried or anythin, but-" "really, well that's interesting. Because I would be quite worried if I were you, dear brother."
MC questioned the eldests stern tone and rolled their eyes at the ensuing argument about the days antics. The brothers eventually began walking home with some of them complaining about the punishments they would receive and the others joked about MC being the favorite, which they quickly denied.
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( Gidorah )
[ MC: * sticker sent * ] Read: 4:07
[ Gidorah: * sticker sent * ] Read: 4:09
[ Gidorah: hi MC!! ] Read: 4:09
[ . . . 🖊 ]
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AN - this just in, local teens don't know what they're doin, but they're figuring it out well enough!
Divider credit - x
#obey me shall we date#om leviathan#omswd#om asmodeus#om beelzebub#om belphegor#om lucifer#om mammon#om satan#gn!mc#obey me teen mc#oc insert#[ 🐉 ] oc : gidorah
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[ katie douglas | cis female | she/her | twenty-five ] —— it’s just another typical week in hawkins i guess — isn’t that right, caroline perkins? huh, guess they can’t hear me over call me by blondie playing on their walkman, but it looks like they’re headed to work as an intern at perkins & benson, llc. did you know carol has been in hawkins for her entire life? yeah, they’ve been described as a bit haughty, but i suppose them also being assertive outweighs the negative. i’ve also heard people say they remind them of a lingering whiff of expensive perfume, hairspray-stiff hair, and perfectly manicured, sharp nails digging into your arm … however, that could just be this weeks newest rumor.
the basics.
name. caroline perkins.
other names. carol, cars, lane (though the latter is mainly reserved for her friends outside of hawkins)
birth date. may 27th, 1962.
age. twenty-five.
gender. cis female.
pronouns. she/her.
orientation. bisexual.
species. human.
nationality. american.
ethnicity. white.
current location. hawkins, indiana.
current living conditions. living with her parents in her childhood mansion home.
birth place. hawkins, indiana.
social class. upper class.
education. college graduate, current law school student at mckinney school of law in indianapolis.
parents. martin perkins, father ; susan 'sue' perkins (nee henris), mother.
siblings. claire panchak (nee perkins), older sister ; cecilia perkins, younger sister.
other relationships. marnie panchak, niece.
occupation. law student at the mckinney school of law, current summer intern at perkins & benson, llc.
general headcanons.
▫ personality-database says she's an esfp 7w8 and i have to agree babes! she's a lil rough around the edges, still very much holds on to her mean, popular girl status in hawkins despite having graduated, like, almost a decade ago but i digress !
▫ a brief overview of carol's life after she graduated high school: got into a pre-law course at the university of indianapolis, subsequently dumped tommy h. over spring break during her freshman year (long distance was not working, okay!), made some pretty bad decisions her parents were more than gracious enough to cover up (including: getting caught egging the university founder's statue, etc.), and got accepted into the mckinney school of law (also in indianapolis).
▫ carol perkins' life is essentially the prime example of how rich people can get anything they want without really working that hard for it. case in point: her getting into a pre-law course and subsequently a spot in indiana's top law school ( if that ever meant anything ) all thanks to her dad's connections.
▫ this really is just a heads up that carol is not a good person. i think that going out to indianapolis and realizing she isn't hot shit ( at least, not as much as she was in hawkins ) in a relatively bigger city kind of knocked her ego down a peg, but when she returns to hawkins? it's like the mean girl carol perkins never left, so it's kind of a relief that she doesn't return to town so often.
▫ in all honesty, her parents kind of expected her to drop out mid-way through her undergrad to marry tommy hagan, though carol surprised them all well enough when she dumped him during the spring break of her freshman year of college-- something about long distance not working between the two of them, but really, she just wanted to fuck around in college without having the repurcussions of being in a relationship. i'd imagine their break-up to the the scandal of hawkins for a hot minute, because they
▫ in relation to the above, i don't think she talks to anyone from hawkins at all, really. whenever she comes back home, it's only for a short while, and she only ever hangs out with the group of people she usually did in high school, and even then all she talks about how much better it is now that she's living in indy, away from all the small town folk that take up residence in hawkins. pretty big head for someone who still keeps coming back, either way.
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I have been going through some time where words and writing are not something I acknowledged. This is fine and healthy. I've been reading stuff, and watching Ted Lasso, and becoming a Ted/Trent truther. (in my head they are extremely married.) But it also meant I plumb forgot I had started posting these chapter reminiscences. ANYWAY, to review, The Gang discovers a pendant in a cave that gives Alephan's powers to the bearer, and then Therion has anxiety but also a magic lesson with Cyrus.
Enter Chapter 3.
Chapter 3—from darkness to darkness: In which Alfyn gets the wrong idea, a wild Tressa appears, and Cyrus embraces being a team detective before doing some serious compartmentalization. And also, a battle does not go super well.
some rambling commentary:
There are probably aspects to all the travelers' stories that I'm not completely satisfied with, but in OT1, the turn that felt the most unearned was in Therion's story, with Cordelia as the fulcrum upon which his revenge turned to pity. Her?
which I mention here because beyond "what if the scholar and the thief kissed" this story is also about poking Therion's game storyline and going "make Cordelia make sense" so a couple times we essentially have scenes that are the aftermath, adding some processing and connections I guess
Anyway Therion's view of Alfyn is fun, and so's their little back and forth.
"Cyrus looks disgustingly heroic" therion babe I think only you see that
Tressa and Therion are such siblings. I love them. I'm so pleased by their first interaction.
And I think Cyrus, being the Scrutinize guy, despite the obliviousness trait, must be a quick judge of character. I like him as a guy who pulls a team together purposefully.
a fond scolding, bless
Man! Scholars get INTENSE stories about BLOOD, don't they. Someone had a bad time in academia on the OT team.
yeah maybe Tressa's "alfyn if you don't let me get some money i swear to god" speech is actually a little soon after she joins, like how would she know his habits around charging patients and why would she already complain about their funds, but i like it so that's fine
lskdjfkf the last sceeene.
I say that because I don't know what to say about the ending scene. I'm very proud of it. It manages to still give me feelings.
Also, I do think about how although Cyrus may not have had the absolute cushiest of lives, he almost certainly had a fairly easy life, and likely never faced a serious injury. Maybe he had a fever, maybe he broke a bone. But I don't imagine he had to face his mortality so directly before. Still trying to be rational, trying to logic his way to safety. But the battle goes on. Oh Cyrus. Babe. I hope you're okay.
(spoiler: oh boy oh boy hurt/comfort is a-comin')
#octopath traveler#fanfic commentary#cyrus albright#octopath therion#cyrus/therion#therion#fanfic#ao3#alfyn greengrass#tressa colzione#fic: if the gods should touch you
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Thank you other anon, I appreciate you trying to help me out, it really means a lot to me 💖 I promise I’ll try out your advice some more.
With that being said, I’ve been contemplating why I feel so insecure about them. And I think I know why now, because I don’t really want to reduce the size of them (yet) or do I really want to try a binder (I’m curious but also I don’t know if that’s for me). I get the self love, and I do do that from time to time. It has worked, I look back on pictures and I’m just like damn I look good. I like that aspect of my body in some ways. I like my body a lot more than I used too.
But now that I reflect on it, I guess I’m just more worried about how people perceive them. Cause yeah Angel was right, boobs are fetishized. A lot of parts of my body are fetishized, hell I even fit into the fucking beauty standard set for women. What I’m trying to say is that no matter how much I love myself or parts of my body I’m always gonna be fetishized. And I’m uncomfortable with that as someone who asexual, and also as a sex repulsed asexual. I like feeling good about my body but I don’t like being sexualized. And being sexually repulsed it’s a special kind of alienating cause while I don’t discourage or judge people for having sex, I just also exit the conversation when it gets to heavily detailed. It’s just my special perspective on the world, because no matter how much I love myself I’m always going to be uncomfortable how I’m perceived. I can’t control when people sexualize me, I just have to deal with it when they do. So, yeah.
It's real shit that people gotta sexualize bodies and this is comin' from a hooker who's entire existence is sexualized. Makes me repulsed cause you get babes like you who don't like that shit and it isn't fair for your self esteem and comfort to take the shit for others people's actions.
Seriously sendin' ya love babe. You're perfect as you are and if they're gonna say shit you say somethin' smart in return. Wear whatever ya want, do whatever ya want and if they sexualize you that's on them and their lack of control ta be a decent person.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel rp#angel dust#hazbin hotel angel dust#hazbin angel dust#angel dust hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel ask#hazbin hotel roleplay
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Aisling McKeen Vs the Question
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Roxanne “Roxie” Richter looked out her bedroom window one morning. Snow was falling, blanketing the neighborhood in white. It looked pretty, like one of her paintings, but Roxie knew that winter was brutal in Canada. Especially for her. She didn't like the cold.
Roxie shivered. “Nothing can get me out in that weather. Nothing short of a galley opening, anyway.”
Just then, her phone blasted the chorus of S Club’s hit song “Reach.”
Roxie smiled. Her awesome girlfriend Aisling McKeen was calling. She answered the call quickly. “Hey, babe. What’s up?”
A light giggle. “Oh, nothing much. I was just wondering if you wanted to come over. I have something to ask you.”
“And it can't be asked over the phone?” Roxie asked.
“It’s something I want to ask you face-to-face. It’s important.” Aisling implored.
Roxie looked out the window again, frowning. “But, baby, it’s cold outside.”
“I know, I know, but I promise, you’ll want to hear what I have to say. Besides, I want to see you. I miss my half-ninja cuddle bug.”Aisling countered.
Roxie blushed. “Well… I can’t say no to that, now, can I?”
“Oh, you can if you want. I know you don't care much for the cold.” Aisling replied gently.
Roxie shook her head. “No, I’m on my way. I want to see you. I’ll be over as quick as I can.”
“Well, be safe all the same, Honey. I love you.” Aisling said.
Roxie smiled. She hoped that she would never tire of those three words. “Love you more, Ash. See you soon.”
As soon as she hung up, Roxie dashed to her closet and put on her thickest black winter coat, pulled on some mesh leggings (they wouldn't do much against the cold, but she liked wearing them), and tugged on her winter boots. “Hold on, Ash. Roxie’s comin’,” she whispered.
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*ding dong*
Aisling walked up to her front door and pressed her ear against it. “Who is it?”
“A humble half-ninja seeking shelter from December in Toronto,” Roxanne replied.
Smiling, Aisling opened the door. “Then, come right in. “I’m brewing tea as we speak and I’ll grab the fluffiest blanket I have.”
Roxie smiled as she shut the door and shed her boots. “Huggies first.”
Aisling hugged her girlfriend, shivering. “Roxie, you’re frozen solid!” she squeezed Roxie’s middle tight and kissed her cheeks repeatedly. “Gotta warm you up!”
Roxie laughed. “And to think, three months ago, you thought you weren’t into girls. Now you can’t get enough of me!”
Aisling giggled. “I guess you’re just good for me.”
When the tea kettle whistled and the girls had steaming mugs in their hands, Aisling draped a white Sherpa blanket over them.
Roxie smiled as a familiar scent tickled her nostrils. “I see someone’s been using the mint tea I gave you.”
“Well, it’s delicious,” Aisling replied. “Where did you get it?”
“One of my ninja cousins makes it herself. She sends me some for my birthday every year,” Roxie nudged Aisling’s shoulder. “Which reminds me, I still don't know when yours is. I haven't missed it, have I?”
Aisling shook her head. “I don't make a big deal about it or anything. But, to answer your question, it’s the 14th of December.”
“Hey, that’s right around the corner,” Roxie huddled against her. “So, not that you need a reason to invite me over, because I love spending time with you, but why the invite? No way it was just for tea and snuggles.”
“Well, no,” Aisling admitted. “I wanted to ask you something and I thought it would be best done snuggled up together.”
Roxie gently blew on her tea. “I’m all ears, Ash. Lay it on me.”
“Well. I’m planning on visiting the family for Christmas. I'm going back home for two weeks.” Aisling began.
Roxie winced. “Two weeks? How the hell will I manage?”
Aisling blushed. “I was thinking the same thing… so, I was wondering if you would…like to come with me?”
Roxie let out a small gasp. “R-really? I mean…you don’t think that’s moving too fast? We’ve only been dating for a month.”
“Well, maybe… but, if I’m being completely honest…” Aisling looked at Roxie and shyly smiled. “I can’t imagine going without you.”
“Aw, Ash…” Roxie kissed Aisling’s cheek. “I’d be honored. When are we leaving?”
“The night of the 13th. Is that okay?” Aisling asked.
Roxie smirked. “As long as you don't mind if I fall asleep against you on the plane.”
Aisling giggled. “I wouldn't mind. I’ll probably fall asleep on you too.”
“And I get to wake you up with birthday kisses. It’s a win-win.” Roxie smiled.
Aisling raised an eyebrow. “What exactly separates birthday kisses from regular kisses?”
“I don't kiss you 23 times in a row every other day,” Roxie replied.
“Alright, fair,” Aisling smiled and rested her head on Roxie’s shoulder. “Want me to put on a movie?”
“Nah, I’m good just sipping tea with my favorite person by my side.” Roxie kissed the top of Aisling’s head.
“You’re my favorite person too, Roxie Rose,” Aisling smiled. “I can't wait to show you where I grew up.”
“It’ll be nice visiting somewhere that isn't a big city,” Roxie admitted. “And I hear the seafood there is something special.”
“Oh, you have no idea. There’s this amazing restaurant in Sydney that you’ll love.” Aisling beamed.
“I can’t wait,” Roxie playfully booped Aisling’s nose. “Of course, by awesome girlfriend law, if you take me to that restaurant the night of your birthday, I’ll be treating you.”
“Then I guess I have something to look forward to,” Aisling replied.
“And I’ll make it worth the wait,” Roxie pulled Aisling close. “Cuz you deserve to be treated like the amazing girlfriend you are.” she locked her lips with Aisling’s. Asking kissed back, her eyes closing as she surrendered to it. Outside, Winter was unleashing her frozen wrath. But inside, both young ladies were toasty warm, their love like an extra blanket
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2k7 Raph Ariel - #
| send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including
"Al'ight Al'ight let's get 'his over with I guess, sooner ya snoop the sooner I get my phone back. Not 'hat I need it back right away jus' don' want ya all over my business."
- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone
"Guppie"
" 've called her guppie since she was a just a little 'hing. Don an' I always took the girls to the beach and she jus' loved to splash around. She really takes to it 'ike a fish. An' Guppies are lil fish 'ight? So she's always been Guppi to me. Still call her that too she never seemed to have an issue with it. Course I don' think I would stop if she did?"
- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone
[image description ] Little baby Ariel on side of the crib that clearly is Summer from the bit of her hockey stuff bear that can be seen. She covered in the blanket Raphael made for her when they learned about the pregnancy. She Got it all bundled around her clearly one half of the photo to focus on Ariel as you can clearly see another little hand in frame and some blonde hair.
"Eh they were real cute when they were jus' babes, before 'hey could crawl an' walk. Should'a known they be nothin' but trouble afta 'hat. I know Ari and Sum are grown now but eh I jus' can' bring myself to change 'his photo. Was actually the first night Case an' I had both the girl afta' gettin' Summer. These two jus' caught on 'ike a house fire when they met. An' well I know how important it is ta have a best friend so knowin' these two were close from the start? 'm glad they always got each other. I know being a mutant aint easy so havin' someone a lil crazy who won't care I hope Ariel knows how rare that is. She ain't my kid but don' mean I don' worry 'bout the guppie. She small and 'his world ain't always kind or nice especially if ya green. So one place of peace goes a long way."
- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone
Brighter by Patent Pending
Let our eyes show the fire in our hearts tonight
Yeah, our eyes show the fire in our hearts tonight
Let our eyes show the fire in our hearts tonight
Cause you can't stop the fire
You can't stop the fire
"Ari' really reminds me of Don it's kind of funny to be honest how much she 'ike my brother. Sure she got some of Von in her too but sometimes it's 'ike being around my brother again. I kinda always thought 'bout Don with 'his song so maybe it makes sense that Ari also fits it to me. I jus' know that see get's ;hat same bright eyed stare when she find somethin' she really 'ikes and she gets the same way Don does when he get into 'hat builder mindset to make somethin' I know poor kids been through shit...I know better 'han most how low ya can feel when ya take it out on ya self too. But I don' think even 'hat will put out her flames."
Fun little fact I actually went looking for a song on my Donnie playlist just for this cause it seem right for a song that raph thinks fit don would for her too ;3;
- my muse’s last text to your muse
[text] Guppie i know Summers with you tell her either i'm comin' for her or she best start walkin
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[text] lay low from the beach humans seem to be cleaning it up today.
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[text] I had extra yarn an' figured since ya stick by the shore it's real cold so I hand off some staff for ya dad
[text] just wear 'em to keep warm okay? getting colder in winter
[text] I may have added to them, found a mermaid charm thing you might like it
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[text] how ya feelin' today Guppie?
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[text] i'm heading to the docks if ya wanna hang out with ya old uncle?
#muse| hamato raphael#madamkezzie#aflockoffeathers#[ it’s okay to feel sad it’s okay to cry - aflockoffeathers]#phone contact meme#meme answers#ic reply#stay queued
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