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makeste · 6 months

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BnHA Chapter 407: Wait Why Are You Running Away

Previously on BnHA: Kacchan figured out how to control his quirk upgrade and was totally chill and normal about it. Definitely not terrifying at all. He actually spent the entire chapter smiling and laughing like the wholesome little boy he is. I don’t know why Kid For One is so freaked out about it. He even politely introduced himself using his childhood nickname. Clearly he just wants to be friends with you, KFO!

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “sorry to keep you waiting, here’s the AFO and Yoichi flashback you ordered at long last” and proceeds to serve a nightmarish stew of HUMAN MISERY and RATS and STABBING and CARNAGE and SO MUCH MURDER and THE SINGLE MOST FUCKED-UP CASE OF CODEPENDENCY ANYONE HAS EVER WRITTEN. I was not even remotely prepared for any of this, and if anyone else claims that they were, I will call you a liar to your face. If this chapter had a mouth it would scream. Or just sob, ceaselessly and uncontrollably. I’m really glad Horikoshi is on break next week because that man needs to take a fucking nap. My god.

okay WOW

anyone else read the first two words and just immediately say to themselves, “oh okay, so it’s gonna be one of those chapters”? I mean, I guess we were due for a darker chapter after last week’s Kacchan Comedy Tour. but idk, I just wasn’t expecting “homeless sick prostitute with a drinking problem” levels of dark

AND SHE’S PREGNANT?!

what exactly is this manga rated again? doesn’t this backstory seem just a little bit raw for the impressionable kiddos??

has anyone actually checked in on Horikoshi recently? you know, just to make sure he is okay??

what a fun and wholesome manga this is

the lil baby arm covered in blood with the AFO hole on the palm. lying next to the dead mom hand. what an image to sear into our minds. I guess it’s been a while since he killed any dogs. gotta keep us on our toes somehow

also wasn’t expecting AFO and Yoichi to be twins! that puts an interesting spin on their relationship, because it’s usually a closer bond than even regular siblings. especially with all of that delightful shared trauma from a young age!!

yes, exactly

ohhhh this chapter is gonna hurt me, isn’t it. okay. ooooooookay. let’s do this

OH I’M SORRY, THERE’S MORE?!

Horikoshi my dude. you do realize that their mom dying in childbirth and the two of them just barely surviving and growing up as street orphans would have already been MORE than tragic enough, backstory-wise. you did not have to turn this into a freaking horror show with RATS TRYING TO EAT THEIR NEWBORN SELVES jesus christ

and THAT’S where you chose to put a one year timeskip?!

what the fuck am I reading here, you guys. no please tell me, I am actually desperate to understand

so the narrator is saying that some of the quirks manifested later in life, in “pubescent and pre-pubescent stages”, which is interesting because it’s the first time I can recall hearing about someone actually manifesting a quirk that late. maybe Deku’s old OFA cover story was more plausible than I realized

anyway so eventually it occurred to everyone that they should maybe freaking study this shit, idk. and eventually the researchers concluded that the superpowers came from a new gene that apparently isn’t human. and upon hearing that, society apparently lost its freaking mind. which is fascinating to me because it implies that the turning point wasn’t actually the superpowers themselves, but the realization of what it meant

like, so they were apparently fine with it when they thought it was a “mysterious disease”, but somehow it hit different when they learned it wasn’t actually a sickness at all, but instead the Next Step in Evolution. and it became an “us vs them” thing, as opposed to a “we have to cure these poor people” thing. damn

anyway so now Japan is a dystopia and we’re cutting to a big crowd of merc-looking dudes who are getting ready to attack some “meta freaks”, how lovely

but who is this figure in the shadows

I ask politely, as if it wasn’t already beyond obvious that this is AFO about to wreck some people’s shit

ohhhhh my god lmao

hopefully Katsuki and Deku can take the present day AFO out before he winds up looking like this. because this little fella is clearly demonic and idk if anyone can stop him

you all don’t understand. you need to run the fuck away right now

oh shit it’s already too late for them

it’s too late for any of us. it’s over. it’s all fucking over

((((；゜Д゜)))

AFO I am putting the manga down. I am backing away slowly with my hands in the air. I mean you no harm. please for the love of god have mercy

holy

“you see, we told you he wasn’t human” okay Scientific Research Group, you know what?? you win this round I guess

“HE WAS LITERALLY EVIL FROM BIRTH” HORIKOSHI SERIOUSLY ARE YOU OKAY??

HE WAS BORN AN ARROGANT BABY is literally the most terrifying sentence I have ever read

what the entire fuck

it’s a gorgeous sunny mid-November afternoon outside my window. but no matter how hard it tries, the light cannot reach this place

what kind of moron would throw a can of soda at him. officially the stupidest person we have ever seen in this manga

OH MY GOD OF COURSE IT’S HIM LMAO

(ETA: how come baby Yoichi has clothes that fit him perfectly but baby AFO is just stomping around wearing a tablecloth.)

BABY YOICHI. OH MY GOD. HOW THE HELL DID YOU GROW UP TO BE SANE AND KIND AND GOOD. THAT’S MY QUESTION THAT I NEED ANSWERED RIGHT NOW. YOU ARE LITERALLY A MIRACLE. YOU ARE AN IMPOSSIBILITY, DO YOU KNOW THAT

small and weak, but also so, so cute. all of the cuteness genes went straight to him. no wonder AFO was jealous

(ETA: just want to press pause for a second to speculate about what type of twins AFO and Yoichi are, since it has some relevance to the story, and especially to the OFA/AFO quirk lore. so! at first glance the two of them would appear to be fraternal twins, just based on the fact that they have very different appearances, and also the fact that Yoichi doesn’t have the AFO quirk – no holes in his hands, etc. identical twins are born from the same fertilized egg, so in theory they would both have the same sequence of DNA, which means Yoichi would have had the same quirk as AFO. but that doesn’t appear to be the case. so all of that points to them being fraternal, not identical.

on the other hand, there is one piece of evidence in this chapter that does support them being identical twins, and that’s the fact that per the narration, AFO absorbed most of the nutrients from their mother. a few minutes of google fu informed me that this condition is relatively rare, and only happens in cases where two twins share a placenta, which typically is only the case for identical twins. HOWEVER, for what it’s worth, there have also been rare instances where two fraternal twin placentas fuse together and become a single placenta. AND this apparently also increases the chances of one of the twins gaining more of the nutrients and causing the other twin to have a lower birth weight.

so based on the evidence here, my conclusion is that the two of them are most likely fraternal twins with a case of placental fusion. besides, you can’t tell me that stealing his baby brother’s placenta while the two of them are literally still in the womb doesn’t sound like exactly the type of BS that fetus!AFO would pull, lol.)

HEY!?!

okay?!?!?! well to be fair he did throw that soda at him

oh my god this is so fucked up. in like the best and worst way possible

I genuinely couldn’t ask for a better AFO backstory. it’s so incredibly twisted, and you actually do feel sorry for him. or at least I do. but it’s also beyond clear that this kid was FUCKED UP BEYOND ALL REASON right from the get go. zero goodness in him. literally doesn’t see other people as people. sees them as possessions only. things to rule over. not other thinking, feeling human beings. and that includes his own little brother

but. even if it’s not actually what I would call love, there’s still... attachment, there. it’s the closest he can get to actually caring about someone. guh. just, somehow they have both managed to humanize him, and at the same time made him less human than ever. this manga, man. this fucking manga, though

lmao and here we go. Captain Hero

you know, all those times that I made fun of AFO for not knowing how to read, I never suspected that the twist in his backstory would be that he LITERALLY DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO READ dfksjdlfkjslkdf

but seriously though. because Yoichi appears to be self-taught, and I can’t see AFO having the patience for that, and CLEARLY no one else was around to teach him, sooooo...

oh my goodness it’s actually getting wholesome up in here

what a good fucking boy. poor AFO. fuck me, I can’t help it. it’s not your fault you’re the world’s greatest monster you poor bastard

now we’re cutting to THREE YEARS LATER. okay

is he going to declare war on the glowing baby

typical teenager concerned about nothing but likes and view counts. AFO you would be so much happier if you stopped worrying about all of that and just focused on your own growth

oh, lol. well that was quick

(ETA: r.i.p. Damien.)

“this guy had more instagram followers than me. so I killed him” honey. sweetie pie. you need therapy

omfg

all this time I was wondering who AFO’s middle school lit teacher was who had failed so spectacularly at teaching him reading comprehension. and it was YOICHI ALL ALONG. omg

“and, presumably, that’s how it always was and always will be.” dude. can you imagine listening to AFO’s oral book report on A Tale of Two Cities. “ahem. it was the Best of Times. the end” buddy noooooooo

it was at that moment when Yoichi knew, etc. etc.

oh my GOD I scrolled down to the next panel right after this one and I just IMMEDIATELY DIED LAUGHING

“WAS IT SOMETHING I SAID” ffffffffffffffff I fucking can’t omfg

NOW THIS HUSSY IS STEALING HIS BROTHER AWAY FROM HIM NOOOOOOO

HE’S HIS!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!! THAT’S NOT ALLOWED!!!

oh my god the hands. so wait, is this just the standard symbolic BnHA handholding, or are there More Levels To This. when exactly did Yoichi pass OFA on to Kudou. like is that why the sudden close-up and all that? omg

WHAT!!!!

OH THAT’S THE END, HUH? THAT’S THE END RIGHT THERE, AND THAT’S JUST HOW IT IS. I SEE. OKAY THEN. EXCUSE ME WHILE I PUT MY LAPTOP DOWN AND GO INTO THE NEXT ROOM AND SCREAM INTO A PILLOW

oh my god. and break next week too. this is what you guys have been dealing with this entire time huh. I understand your feelings now. godfuckingdammit lmao

#bnha 407 #all for one #shigaraki yoichi #ofa the first #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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choccyhearts · 1 year

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(18+!!)

this warm weather's really getting to my head...

so just imagine, it's a nice warm day, bordering on hot

and so you decide to wear short shorts that hug each curve and lump perfectly, and a cute crop top that frames your boobs nicely

and you meet the gang for a little picnic get together, which includes eddie and steve in attendance

and while you're having fun and enjoying the tasty dishes your friends have made, poooor eddie and steve can't stop admiring your body

the way your boobs bounce and jiggle each time you laugh at one of robin's quips, the way your butt presses against your heels as you sit up in excitement as nancy tells you about a groundbreaking story she's working on, the way your lips wrap around the straw of your lemonade, the sinful way you lick your fingers after eating a piece of fresh, juicy fruit

they're both going insane

they give each other a look that, although they've never shared it before, they both understand what the other means

what the other needs

they excuse themselves to go to the bathroom, nobody paying any attention as you've proposed a game of badminton

despite the disgusting nature of a park bathroom, neither man really care to notice as they each race into a stall

the sound of zippers unzipping and the jingling of belts and buttons echoes in the empty room

in unison, they pull down their pants and underwear, eddie hissing at the cold air now touching his most private area and steve groaning at the glorious feeling of freedom

they both grasp their dicks and begin stroking, each of them softly whining and humming every once in a while

if one were to walk by, they'd mistake it for singing

steve opens his hand with his dick sitting in the middle of his palm and spits

eddie strokes his precum all down his length

"ohhhhh, jesus christ", eddie breathes

"i know...holy shit", steve replies

"wanna know somethin?" steve grunts in response "this isn't the first time i've done something like this over her"

"ohhhh, i definitely have before", steve chuckles

both of them speed up their movements, private exclamations of curse words and your name leave their lips

"fuck...im so fucking close....how the hell does she have this much power?"

"mmmm, i have no idea...but if this what she does without knowing...ffuuck...imagine what she's like trying to get us off intentionally", steve whispers

eddie chuckles, imagining you in the stall with him, showing him anything he needs to make him cum

steve imagines your hand in place of his as he holds you up against him so you don't have to touch the disgusting floor or stall

in sync, they both prop their arms against a stall wall, heaving with clenched shut eyes

"oh christ, im bout to-"

"oh im right there too"

they both moan as they feel their climaxes

eddie can't open his eyes, too far gone in bliss. his tongue sticks out a bit as he milks his cock for all that it's worth, hearing his seed spill into the toilet water below with little splashes. he feels his balls sway with each tug he gives and he can only dream of how they'd feel slamming against your ass

steve tosses his head back, mouth open. he can't be bothered checking if his aim is right because he could care less about painting the toilet prettily. he'd rather be painting you with his cum. he fucks his hand with his dick, imagining his hips bouncing against yours as he buries himself as deep as he can go inside you

both men give a few shakes of their dicks before flushing the toilets (although steve attempts to wipe his cum off of the seat with the cheap toilet paper before giving up)

they redress themselves and exit their stalls, avoiding eye contact with one another when they wash their hands

as they walk back over to their friends, you turn and wave at them

"geez, what took you so long? i thought one of you might've fallen in", you giggle

"ugh, it was the cheese we got, wasn't it?", robin groans. "ya know, for a guy who's lived a more luxurious life than the rest of us, it's embarrassing you can't handle fancy cheese, dingus..."

nancy rolls her eyes as she sets up to serve the shuttlecock again

you turn away from the guys, completely unaware it was you who had done them in...

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #st4 #steve harrington smut #eddie munson smut

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lovesickry · 8 months

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- come out and play.

┈⋆⭒ daniel ricciardo x fem!reader [3.1k] ┈⋆⭒ part 4 !

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ find all parts here! ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ contains: the "who did this to you" trope .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ a/n: I am neither condoning nor romanticising violence of any kind. this is a work of fiction. more drama incoming, promise just trying to sort out the timeline.

the sound of a blender roaring to life wakes you up, Daniel is still wrapped up in sleep next to you. curls strewn across the pillow and you're sure that you could almost hear landos smirk once you put together your current situation partnered with him doing this more or less on purpose on a random Friday morning severely hungover. you reluctantly roll out from under Daniels arm. the absence of his touch apparent in the cold air as you reach for the jacket you threw to the floor late last night. Daniel mumbles something incoherent and turns over and you see a flash of his back as he puts his arm over his head lazily. its not anything, but to you its too much and the reminder that you had been sleeping next to that all night was causing heat to rush to your cheeks as walk out of Lando's room into the hallway.

you glare at lando as you walk out, who’s face is already plastered with a grin. hes about to open his mouth before you interrupt him. "shut up" "but-" you walk over to him and look at whatever the fuck hes blending. a fucking vanilla milkshake. "you're a child" you say "don't change the subject" offended he draws his drink towards himself. "im not" "alright then" he stands up straight "did you or did you not sleep with Daniel in my bed?" your eyes widen because of course that's what he thought. "OHHHH" you giggle a little bit, exhaling through your nose. "no we didn't Jesus Christ, I wouldn't do that lando that's fucking disgusting" "so what you were just sleeping?" hes suspicious as he sips from his straw. he looks like a toddler. "yes I promise" "hmmm I don't believe you" "lando I swear we literally just went to bed because you were dead asleep on the couch, swear" he squints his eyes and tries to see if your lying, slightly joking but slightly serious. "oh come on" "yeah alright" he give him a nudge before organising breakfast for yourself looking in the cupboards. "how did the blender not wake Daniel up?" you ignore him, rolling your eyes and he comes and squeezes next to you. you push him away jokingly. "do you have any food in this house that's not ice cream I swear?" he opens a cupboard next to you and reveals a singular box of oats. "riveting" you close the cupboard. disheartened, vowing to just go get breakfast, guessing lando had only made the milkshake out of spite and anyways that isn't really breakfast. "okay im just gonna go to that place we like" "yum okay" that was more of an invitation for him to say he'd drive but a "yay" would suffice. except you wonder if your actually physically able to drive any of his cars. you voice this concern and he opens his arms extravagantly telling you to follow him to his elaborate garage apparently. he leads you to an Audi suv, he quickly lists off what he wants and insists you take his card and tells you Daniels coffee order as you climb in the car, still wearing your jeans and the jacket you picked up off the floor. the trip is uneventful, though you’re admiring the car most of the trip. the line isn’t too bad and you order your coffees and some sandwiches. landos is chicken and cheese (boring), you get your usual and you just get daniel one that looks like sliced beef and something else. you’re waiting against the wall outside for you coffees, it’s nice outside, it’s not too loud yet and the air is moving just enough to be pleasant. it would’ve been a nice morning had you not seen who you’d dreaded so much the minute you saw his name in your phone the past few days. theo was walking directly towards you and there wasn’t much else yiy could do but pretend you didn’t see and just hope he would maybe walk past? oh jesus he definitely fucking saw you. why didn’t lando just come with you. fuck fuck fuck, he was in front of you now.

“dylan?”

you wish you didn’t look up.

“theo.” a short monotones answer. a wavering firmness in your voice you hoped was apparent.

“why haven’t you been answering my calls”

you gulp of course he’d bring it up.

“i don’t wanna see you theo”

his face immediately changes, flashing red for a second before clenching his teeth. you hear your names being called for coffee and go to step past him. his hand grips your shoulder, harshly. digging a thumb underneath your collarbone. your eyes widen when you realise the grip he has on yiu. “let go” you try and shake your shoulder but he just holds it there. “what the fuck” you try a second time and go to walk to the counter, his hand a bruising grip on your shoulder now. you tear your shoulder away more harshly this time and his face resets as he watches you walk away as you scramble to the counter and then back into the car. he watches as you go. fucking creep. you’re halfway to landos when he calls you, coming through the cars centre console. you answer and before he can speak. “don’t ever talk to me again. fucking dickhead” you hang up and pull over to block him. trying to ignore everything that just happened. god he was such a creep what the fuck, he’d never done that before. he sends one last spiteful “slut” text message before you just about block him on everything. the whole rest of the way home your out of it, mind not steady in place. trying to focus on not totally landos car as you pull into his driveway. you open the front door and lando and daniel are in the middle of a conversation. “dude you’re so whipped for her” landos voice? you hear daniel laughing and he’s about to say something before you walk in the kitchen. you hadn’t announced yourself and they both turn and look at you, almost startled. you look side to side like you’re confused why they’re so shocked. “dude why are you like a fucking cat” lando says “not purposefully” you say shrugging, walking over to the bench island and placing the food and drinks down. lando comes over and promptly digs before you explain your just going to his room to change your shirt. (check if theo’s fucking episode gave you a massive bruise or not). you make it to landos room and pull the shirt you’re currently wearing to the side, revealing your left shoulder, sure enough there was already some bruising there, snaking it’s way around your collar bone. you press a finger down below your clavicle and wince slightly. it wasn’t anything massive but you weren’t going to brush it off, he knew he was fucking hurting you. “jesus” you mumble out loud as you get closer to the mirror to look. a knock comes at the door. “yeah” you call out. daniel opens the door and you’re quick to pull the side of your shirt back up and his face changes, eyebrows drawn together. you’re breathing increases as you worry if he just saw that. “hey are you okay?” he says walking towards where you were standing in front of the mirror. it was impossible to lie now, but you weren’t going to tell him the whole truth.

“i just ran into someone while i was out, not a big fan of him”

his face relaxes slightly though still holding firm.

“that guy who won’t stop calling you”

“yeah” you go to awkwardly itch your shoulder, out of habit. a sort of impulse you do in scenarios where you wish you could just get out. you guess you flashed daniel a bit of your bruise because his eyes snap open.

“what the fuck is that” your eyes refocus and you look at him, suddenly you’re so very vulnerable and you don’t know what to say.

“nothing” you say, not wanting to make a big deal or just generally making things awkward. oh god.

“no don’t do that, what the fuck dylan that wasn’t there last night” something in his voice brings back the intimacy of last night, of his hand draped over your body and the warmth you shared. you make contact with his eyes, brown and soft and increasingly forgiving. you pull your shirt collar to the side and look away. he can feel him burning through you, his gaze always felt like this.

“dylan” he says softly, like a prayer, like an apology.

“i know” you say gritting your teeth. you did know. that this made you look weak or unworthy or anything that you feared you were, christ this made you feel shitty, theo made it feel shitty.

“it was that guy wasn’t it?”

god how did he do it. you nod slowly. he lets out some kind of grunt followed by a mumble and the words “kill him”.

you just stand there, shirt pulled to the side, gaze forward. trying not to cry with the sheer rawness of the situation.

“come here” he says.

you walk a step forward and meet his arms, putting your head on his shoulder is too much. you shake slightly with the contact and the urge to cry and he puts one hand behind your head. the tears are coming and daniel is rubbing the back of your head. you can feel his heart, steady and deep. it reminds you that you’re alive. youre not sure how much time you spend in his arms but enough to feel like somebody has just pulled your heart out of your nose. you pull apart, wiping your face and mumbling a thank you before leaving him standing in the room alone. you let out a deep breath as you stand outside the door of landos room while you prepare to walk out to the living room. lando is still sitting where you left him, scrolling on his phone. he glances up and his eyes flicker softness before he stands up, taking in the hollowness and puffiness of your eyes.

“it wasn’t danny was it” he asks shortly.

“no” you laugh.

once again you find yourself with your head over someone’s heart as lando pulls you closer.

you pull apart and see daniel. softness replaced by an understanding as he smiles only just slightly as you, before walking over and finally looking at the sandwich you bought him. long forgotten. the mood quickly returns light after that, lando and Daniel falling into a comfortable conversation following the speedily oncoming start to the season. you welcome the rhythm of their voices as you zone out slightly, trying to not think about the fact that this common weekly occurrence is fading out as they approach the first race of the season.

grace picks you up before it gets any later and you tell her what happened in the car. she gets it and she pulls over to give you a hug and tell you she loves you. returning home to your messy apartment is suddenly a saving grace as you snuggle into bed, relinquishing your uni work for another day and letting your mind drift to more favourable things. like Daniels hands or his voice or the way his heartbeat punctured your eyes and made you feel like his blood was flowing into yours. you push your face further into the pillow as your thoughts get further away from innocent. the reminder of your existence in outside life comes from a wonderful email from your university, reminding you of your debt. lovely thanks so much for that. wonderful. oh and the first race starts in 2 weeks.......

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo fic #f1 #daniel ricciardo angst #daniel ricciardo smut #f1 fic #lando norris #f1 x reader #f1 x you #daniel ricciardo imagine #Daniel Ricciardo series #daniel riccardo x reader #daniel riccardo imagine

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years

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No work and all play

AN: It's day five and time for our favourite a-hole - Ransom Drysdale.

I'm using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta'd by @christwantspizza.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

CW: Free Use, Dumbification, Explicit Sexual content, a bit of degradation, clothed sex, Slightly Mean Ransom, but also Soft Ransom

Word count: 1.3k

You didn’t even hear the front door open and close, nothing to warn you that Ransom had got home. No, your first indication was when your chair was pulled back from your computer desk, halfway through a sentence of your thesis, being spun around as it went and Ransom crashing down to his knees, flipping up your skirt, pushing your panties to the side and latching onto you.

“Jesus Christ, Ran! Oh! What the fuuuuuuck.”

He paused in his enthusiastic eating of your cunt to remind you of your agreement.

“Free use, Kitten. You promised me last night, and I’ve been fucking dreaming, thinking, of this, all goddamn day.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head as he attacked your core again, each suck, each swipe of his tongue expertly deployed, guaranteed to have you dripping and needy in the minimum amount of time. And you couldn’t help it. There was something about his manner, his demeanour, his ‘douchebag’ attitude that did IT for you.

Your hand flew to his hair, gripping the light brown strands tightly. Ransom sat back on his knees, his sweater clad arms wrapping around your thighs and bringing you up to his mouth so he could feast more easily. The soft knitted material rubbed against your soft flesh and it set off some Pavolvian response in you, one that only Ransom managed to bring out.

“Ran, oh God, I… fuck!”

He lifted his head again and he grinned at you, face glistening with moisture.

“What’s that Kitten? You aren’t being very clear. Something you want?”

As he waited for your answer with a smirk, he ran his index finger up and down your folds and around your entrance, setting off small shudders in your body.

“Please, I just… Ohhhh… I, uh… “

“Aaaaww, my Kitten gone dumb already? I’ve barely started and you can’t even think. Just wanna feel, don’t you? Feel my mouth on your pretty little cunt before I fuck you even more stupid.”

He pressed two fingers into you, aiming straight for your sensitive spot and curling them up, stroking and watching you tremble below him.

“Do you want my mouth back on you? Use your words, like a good girl.”

He looked at you, expectantly, and you tried to clear the lustful fog in your head enough to give him what he wanted.

“Please, Ran. I… I need your mouth.”

He twisted his wrist and spread his fingers against your slick walls.

“Where do you want my mouth, baby? You know I expect full sentences from you.”

“Oh, fuck! On my pussy, Ran! Please! I need your mouth on my pussy.”

He chuckled at you.

“Such a needy slut, but also such a good girl for me…”

He finally dipped his head again, giving you what you needed. He was like a man starved and you were happy to slake his hunger with your body, thesis be damned. He teased your clit with his tongue and teeth, as his fingers continued to stroke inside you. You wound one of your legs behind his head, partially for balance on the small office chair, but also to keep him in place. You were so close.

In fact, you were there.

The waves of pleasure crashed down on you, rolling off your body like the roughest surf, almost threatening to drag you under, again and again. You tried to say something, anything, but all that came out were incoherent moans, interspersed with the odd swear word, as you just let yourself feel.

You were still reeling when you felt Ransom carefully pull you off the chair and lay you down on the rug. His mouth latched onto your breast through your dress and bra, soaking the fabric. You were still gripping his hair, his usual, perfectly coiffed strands now sticking out all over the place. The clink, and subsequent thunk of his belt being undone and hitting the floor, made you lift your hips, your sensitive core rubbing against the rough denim of his jeans, as he worked to free himself. A moment later, he was sliding into you, his velvet steel cock stretching you in the most wonderful way.

Ransom moved his mouth to yours, his hand quickly taking its place on your breast as he started to thrust into you, his hips pistoning at speed as he chased his high.

“You gonna give me another, Kitten? I know what this cock does to you. Bet you spent all day dreaming about it, like the dumb slut you are. Can’t think of anything else, can you?”

You dragged in a breath as he ground out his filthy monologue in your ear.

“If you had your way, you’d be on this dick all the time, wouldn’t you? Not thinking, not caring, just… fucking… feeling.”

Little punched out moans left your mouth with each emphatic thrust of his hips, and you felt him smile against your neck.

“Ran, oh! Fuck!”

“That’s it, baby. All you’re good for, isn’t it? A good fuck, yeah. Just opening your legs and taking exactly what I give you. Love it when you go all dumb, no thoughts in that pretty head. You gonna cum again, Kitten? Gonna squeeze this dick and make a mess right here in your office?”

All you could do was mewl as he worked you over. The irony was that he wasn’t doing anything special, he was more concerned with himself now than you, but it was still turning you on. Your second orgasm was approaching, and you turned your head to recapture Ransom’s lips. You needed him connected to you as much as possible. His tongue tangled with yours, his hand still squeezing your breast and his denim clad legs rubbing against your bare ones as he fucked into you with abandon. It should have been uncomfortable, especially with your back only being cushioned by the rug, but you didn’t care. All you could think of was him, how he enveloped you and took you over…

You ripped your lips away from his to cry out, as your back arched and your fists curled. Your cunt pulsed around his cock as your ecstasy washed over you and his momentum stuttered, his answering cry sounding loud in your ears as he pumped into you.

You came back to yourself some moments later, Ransom’s weight heavy upon you but not wholly unwelcome. You carded your fingers through his dishevelled locks and placed kisses on his temple.

“Ran, baby. You’re crushing me.”

He nuzzled into your neck and whined with faux distress.

“But you’re so comfy, Kitten.”

“But I'm also sticky and gross.” You slapped your hand down on his ass, although the effect was lessened by his jeans. “Up. I need to clean up and carry on with my train of thought.”

He let out another grumble before shifting and leaving the warm embrace of your body so he could roll to the side. You giggled as you stood, looking down at him lying prone on your office floor, arms out wide, jeans undone and boxers hooked under his balls; the picture of debauchery.

“Don’t lie and say you didn’t love that.”

You turned your back and hummed as you grabbed some tissues and tried to freshen up.

“You can’t lie to me, Kitten.” His tone was teasing and you turned around, a grin on your face as you rested your ass on the edge of your desk.

“Fishing for compliments, Ran? You know I loved it. But now I need you out - go order dinner or something. I’m so close to finishing this section.”

You watched him stand and right his own clothing, before he took a step forward, looping his arms around your waist and pressing his forehead to yours.

“I’ll leave you to it, for now. Let’s face it, I like the sound of Dr. Drysdale.”

You playfully shoved him away.

“What if I decide to use my maiden name?”

“I’d tell you to eat shit, Kitten.”

You both looked at each other for a moment, before bursting out with laughter.

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sebsxphia · 10 months

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So I saw that werewolf post you reblogged.

Tell me why I’m thinking of werewolf Rhett going into heat and the only one there to try and satisfy his heat is his human crush who he has been lusting over for a long time and she doesn’t know what she’s getting into. Bonus points if this is the first time she’s ever slept with Rhett and he is completely taken over with the need to sate his wolf.

It’s just primal breeding, and as he grunts and growls over her, he’s too lost in the feeling to care if it’s too much. The stretch is more painful than pleasurable and yet even as she claws at his arms, she completely submits to him.

Thinking about completely feral, dangerous, werewolf Rhett just has me all kinds of hot and bothered.

“Go ahead and cry baby, you’re still going to take it all.”

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 jesus fucking christ dear anon i’m gonna loose my god damn mind!!!!!! you’re still going to take it all!!!!!! fuck me!!!!!!

ohhhh god, can you just imagine. you think you can take it, you know this is what rhett has to do and you accept it. when you first see his cock, it’s erect and big sure, but you can take it. it isn’t until you feel it growing even larger in size inside of you, that you start to whine.

“is it… is it growing, rhett?”

“shh, shh. just take it, darlin’. your tight pussy feels s’ fuckin’ good. can’t believe i waited this long.”

“rhett! rhett! it’s too big, i—”

“go ahead and cry, baby, you’re still going to take it all.”

feral, dangerous, werewolf rhett is so bad and i need him. thank you so much for this incredible thot dear anon! 💌

#💌you’ve got mail #rhett abbott #sebs masterlist #werewolf!rhett abbott

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carpenoctemnyx · 6 months

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Every single little moment in NPMD in order that just scratches my brain in the best way. I mean tbh the whole show does, but these moments are what the tism is grasping onto.

(WARNING: Its a LOT of moments, so theyre all under the cut since the post is so fuckin long)

"And I can survive it for only so long"(all of them)

The "im so fucking dead" from the ensemble during steph and pete's convo

"'CHEATER!!' 'OH GOD BUTT OUT CHASITY!!'"

"My melody! My melody! My melody"

"AWOOO! AWOOO! RAWR!"

"Grace just be cool! NEVER!"

"Im so fucking dead! YEAH!!"

"No! I wanna be invisible! Then why do you come to a public school dressed in suspenders and a fuckin bow tie?"

"Sycamore? I'd rather starve to death."

"Oh my god!! YOU'RE Micro-Peter! Oh, god."

"This outfit it the tapestry of my trauma!"

"Anyone every do this? *snap* Every damn day. My titties are tenderized!"

"It's polish."

"Spankoffski! Who are you running from? Ehh."

"He's straight ahead!"

"You wont defeat his kind. Never look in the eye. He's a literal monster!"

"Everyone knows how he BANGS!"

"He roars, and we cry, hes the reason with no why. He's a literal monster! A damn literal monster!"

"It's 3rd period, Shit-lips. I gotta get to remedial algebra."

"I never intended to walk through your hallway. Ohhh well theres a difference between intent and impact."

"FUCKNUGGET!!"

"Haha YEAH! NO dumbass!"

"Ohhh sorry! Fresh out of your favorite food! I guess im just gonna have to flick it!"

"Ohhhh a two bagger? Hahahaha! Whats a two bagger?"

"Oh!! That's so sick bro! Thats so fuckin funny! PYAHHH *punch sound*"

"Get him up!! Get this fucker up!!"

"Now deposit this trash in the nearest receptacle."

"Haha haha hahaha! Spunk! You're funny."

"*appalled* carry my books!?"

"Chasity, come on! You're breakin my balls."

"You dont know me very well, do you??"

"Watch some p0rn! You'll see! Tell me im wrong dirty girl. Dont call me that!"

"My little dirty girl *that one audience member OHHH*"

"And his name is Jesus Christ!"

"Forbidden fruit, dick hole!"

"You can leave, but you wont, stay in your seat!"

max's lil dance when hes singing "better leave your hopes behind no ones gonna stop me" that leads into that lil airplane arms move

also including the dance move with kyle "you wont defeat his kind, never look in the eye"

"You can watch as i rise! I will claim what is mine!"

"Learn to multi-task!"

"Well, well. If its not my october surprise."

"Stephanie, please, I'd like to have an intelligent conversation with you. In other words, shut up."

"Hooow ominous"

"Hey that looks like my... phone. It is."

"Please daddy?"

"NOO!! *dives forward and shoves hand in the way* Did you just put your hand BETWEEN the hammer and the phone??? ...yeah..."

How... am i supposed to study withOUT LISTENING TO SPOTIFY!?!? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING?? YOU'RE KILLING ME WITH WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!! If only, Stephanie. If only."

"This project's on thermo-dynamics. What the fuck are you talking about?"

"God! I just want someone to touch me! Anyone, PLEASE! Jesus! Calm down Ruth."

"Somebody walks to the office with Stephanie LauTer and suddenly he's Stefan Urquelle."

The way Richie Says peTe and uuusing you

"What was it like when she touched your arm? DID YOU CUM??? Ruth! Quit it!"

The way Richie says peTeR

"I'll never hold the real Rei and Asuka in my arms"

The way Pete says "Sorry!" To Ruth when his phone is ringing

The way Richie says TelemArkeTer

"NANI!?!?" *Ruth and Richie creeping towards Pete*

"What is she saying? What the FUCK is she saying!?"

"Oh my god!! Oh my god!! What's the matter with you guys!?"

"WEEOO WEEOO!!"

"I'm actually the smart one in the group, if you can believe that."

"Really Ruth? A star wars analogy? Need i go into why Attack On Titan is superior in EVERY possible way!?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!! Excuse me? Uh, not you. Just these two FUCKING nerds that wont leave me alone."

"They dont call it a cram session for nothing! Watch some p0rn! You'll see!"

"You're telling me I gotta be funny, AGAIN? I didnt do it on purpose the FIRST time!"

The way Richie says opportunity. It sounds like opportudidy

"Thats your perspective"

"Oh whoa whoa oh"

Then again im deranged"

"What if people see me as someone other than who I am"

"If i can finally be cool i will know that im not a loser!"

"I'm the ruler!"

"OHHHH! *crowd cheers* SHUT UP!"

"EUGH!! So you're a POOR piece of shit then?"

"Well im sick of your sh-sh-shit"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP JASON!!"

"I dont give a fuck what she said! I did not consent to this rendez-voos!"

"I decide if Kyle can date Brenda. *turns to Jason* The answer's still no... by the way!"

"I willed it into existence"

"Im your God. Now on your knees, bitch. It's time to say your fuckin prayers! *cuts to the Chasitys* Amen!"

"Mmm, that house. What's wrong with it? Its haunted. Everyone says so."

"DAD GROSS!!"

"Mom will you pass the butt stuff? The butter. Butter. Will you pass the butter? Eheh I just want some head and butter. BREAD! BREAD! Bread and butt sex to go with this big shaft of meat im gonna choke down. Ohhhh boy. Oh criminy!"

"And theyre flyin reaaal low today"

"Some big, dumb, sexy, sweaty, hooot, football star"

The way Grace says "Hello??" When fantasy Max is calling her name

"Im hungry, and here you are brewing up a big ol' pot of dirty girl soup *siffs aggressively* ahhhh! My favorite!"

"You call my bath water dirty girl soup? This is wrong! This is sooo wrong"

"I know!" *max rips off his jacket and the crowd screams*

"I love... to FUCK!"

The entirety of Dirty Girl Soup song but extra extra emphasis on certain parts

"Hey boo, daddy needs a little of that dirty soup"

"You're lookin all filthy like, you know its wrong i know its right"

"I'll never ever tell ya to behave i am expecting you to be-betray me"

"Ima love you all night long" including Max's lil hip thing

"Oh! Dirty dirty girl wont you sing for me wont you love me like you dont care. (all of these esp the ones with Grace)

"Hey brute"

"Its clear you never stepped in a classroom" including Grace's lil dance move here

The way Grace says School

"For shame. I am expecting you to be-behave" including Grace's lil dance move here too

"On your knees pray along, if you wanna last until dawn"

And then the dirty dirty girl section including the dance

"RAH-AHH" *hand wave thing* and the second one of this too

"Got me hungry for more. Hungry for more."

"Im a im a im a good girl x4 WHO ON OCCASSION GETS DIRTY!!"

Again cue the dirty dirty girl bit + dance

Grace's lil shaky moan thing after "poisons the air"

"Damn these wandering hands! Damn these sinful loins!"

"This is a no-moan household!"

".....I'll get the plunger...."

"Girl! That must be so embarrassing for you."

"Standing up the mayor's daughter like he's got no fucks to give? Not gonna lie. Thats really sexy."

"Oh my god! The fucking bowtie kid??"

"Hey uh... dweeb! *both Richie and Ruth respond* yeah?"

"Oh shes touching meee! Luckyyyy!"

"Its better than i even imagined" *cute lil twirl*

"And what, pray tell, may that be, Stephanie?"

"God, you suck, Grace."

"Isn't this like breaking and entering? Im not breaking anything. My dad's the realtor!" *jingles keys*

"Hacked em to bloody bits!"

"PottyPants? How about PissyPants? Im not comfortable with the plan if it involves that kind of language."

"Im not comfortable with this place. Its not structurally sound."

"Don't bully me!"

The whole Bully the Bully song but extra extra emphasis on specific parts

Grace's lil snap and spin moment

"Petey gonna jump on out" *Pete's lil move here*

Ruth saying "we're gonna cut off his nips!" And then Richie's lil shimmy move

"Ahhhhahhhh"

"Richie the whole point is that its in the dark! Well then im gonna have to shoot the whole thing in a wide, and its gonna look like shit!"

"No! We're gonna be cool beans. We're gonna keep the beans cool. We're gonna gonna keep the beans, beans the cool, keep the beans, the cool, keep the beans, bean school. Beans school? Excellent!"

"I still wanna talk.... Hello...? Hello....? Hello? Who was that? My boyfriend! Sounded like a telemarketer. Okay, my EX boyfriend."

"You're the best friend ive ever had. Oh thats sad. I think im in love with you. Okay..." *walks away*

"Am i reading as ghost, or Lin Manuel Miranda?"

"You kinda look like that homeless guy from downtown. Ohhh. But that could still work, he gets pretty scary sometimes."

Ruth's lil butt wiggle

"I mean you could just hit it and quit it, bro! Yeah... I dont want to though... You're fuckin useless pete!"

When Max walks up and burps and says "i gott piss" and this does a cute lil bouncy move

"Oh shiiiit. Wheres that creepy music comin from?"

"do it alfuckinready"

"Who's there? Maaaaax Jagermannn. WHAT!?"

"Oh shit! Oh fuck! Its a fuckin ghost!"

"Its time to stop running!" *chugs bear and smashes the can on his head and yeets it, then puts up his fists* "float over here ghost,* starts punching the air* im gonna kick your fucking ass!"

"Uhhh you cant fight me im an etheral being soooo... we'll see about that. Ima make you say boo-hoo, bitch! *charges at pete and pete runs away screaming* YESSSS I MAKE THE DEAD RUN IN FEAR!!! I AM JAGERMAAAAAN!!! I AM GOOOOD!!!! GOOO NIGHTHAWKS!!!"

*skele-ruth runs ins and does her lil scream thingy* "oh shit! Oh fuck! I didnt think there'd be a skele'en here! Im so fucking scared of skele'ens! Maybe i should just run! Where, Max?? Back home so Dad can call you a little cuck?? Can't even fight off one lousy skele'en?? No! I got not choice! Hey, Skele'en! I got a bone to pick with you, bitch!"

"It's working for me! He's sooo violent!"

Ruth's lil yelp after steph tells max to stop

"Steph we cant have a party here! This place is hella haunted!"

"It's all a prank. A trick to scare the shit out of you cuz you deserve it. What??? You're telling me you nerds put this whole thing together just for me? Wow. I though you guys hated me. But thanks. This was really great. You're not pissed? Oh! Are you kidding?? Nonono this is like THE nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."

"Ohhhh! And the skele'en. Oh. That was really special" *Max bows to Ruth*

"Look what you fuckin nerds made me do! I pissed my fucking pants! ....mission accomplished???" *Pete signaling to cut it out and Ruth and Grace behind him like wtf Richie*

"This wasnt murder! And it wasnt an accident! It was an act of God!"

"Oh yeah! Like thats gonna hold up in court! He was smote!"

Grace's snap and spin again and Richie groaning "oh nooo shes snapping again!!"

"We're gonna hack all his limbs off! Did you say hack all his limbs off?? Yeah! We're gonna hack all his limbs off!"

"You want me to films this!?!?!?!"

"Aaahhhahhhh"

"Thank god Max is gone. Wasnt he your friends?? YEAAAAHHHH but he forbade me from dating, AND he wrecked my dad's Ski-Doo. FUCK that guy."

"Good news! You passed the test?? With flying colors! Oh-ho! Aaaaaa C+"

"Ya know, this is really your C+. Oh... Steph... you can keep it. It'd really bring down my GPA."

"No, Jagerman doesnt let nerds go to footba-... huh... you know maybe i will."

"Go, go Nighthawks! We'll take the fight unto the victors go the spoils! Go, go Nighthawks! We're taking flight we are the leaders and the royals! AHH-AHH!" Including the lil bird wing flappy thing

"N! I-G! H-T! AHH-AHH! KS!"

And the dudes in the background goin "Night! Hawks! Night! Hawks! Fly!"

"Fuuuck you Clivesdale go get fucked! You're fuckin losers, and we'll kill you! Kill your ass!"

They're my bros for life!"

Richie struggling to take off the mascot costume

"Ohhh. I remember what /I/ said. Do you? You FUCKIN NERD?"

"That aint good news for you, ya bitch"

"You shouldve joined the smoke club, you nerdy prude! NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE! *cue Jon bein fuckin goated at imitating a levitation* Nerdy prudes must diiiie!"

"I want you to repeat after me. Okay... Who will pray for me? Who will pray for me? When im gone? When im gone? Until another Richie, comes along. Can you repeat that one? WHO WILL PRAY FOR MEEE WHEN IM GONNNE OR IS THIIIIS THE ETERNAL DARK WITHOUT A DAWN! Who will pray for you? Who will pray for me? When your body's gone? When my body's gone? This is the consequence for what you've done! I'M NOT A LOSER! WHAT DID YOU SAY!?! ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵏᶦˡˡ ᵐᵉ. Im not a nerdy prude. Im not a loser! Of course nooot, Richiiie."

“He wasn’t sexy at all… MAMA IM CURED!!!”

“Shoot n shinola!”

“Mornin Daaaaadddy!”

“You don’t say? You don’t say! Welllll I’ll be down there in a jiffy! What did they find dad? They didn’t say!”

“Gosh! I hope it’s not termites! Haha”

“Ohhhh heck. I’m so heckin fudged!”

When the gang is getting called to the principals office and Pete just says “oh no” in like a monotone-y way

“Dont look at me! Get your hands out of your pockets! ….sorry sir….”

The reluctant “go nighthawks”

“Shut the fuck up Ruth!”

“We lost to CLIVESDALE!! FUCKIN *kicks chair* CLIVESDALE!!!”

“Yeahhh… thanks for NOTHIN!!!”

“Yes Ruth! We are fucked!”

“People tell me to die everyday!”

“Someone spilled the beans! All our cool beans!”

Again Ruth’s “Don’t bully me!!”

Pete’s lil “no” when Grace accuses him

“I’m gonna get those pigs off our backs!”

“Shock! Despair! Tragedy!"

“I’ve never known darker times, and I covered the protest live at the Hatchetfield Kennel! I am Dan Reynolds! With action news, week days at 10pm.”

And down down down down, who’s swinging the hatchet now in hatchet town! Someone’s got their hands on the hatchet handle. Swingin on the youth it’s a hatchet scandal. Careful or your folks will end up a cannibals plate. It ain’t great! You’re better on the run than you are hiding, suddenly this quiet town’s exciting.”

“I heard that their brains were soup, their intestines cut in two. So it’s gotta be Donna! What??? Yeah it’s gotta be Donna! DAAAAN!?!?!”

“I certainly don’t LOVE killing”

“Barry’s on the loose and he’s got a gun, and he’s got a motive to kill. IM IN A HURRY!!!”

“Get your hands off me!!!”

“Careful or your kids will end up on Charlie’s plate. Excuse me?? He just ate! How dare you!”

“Singing all these songs gives him greater windows to kill, but we’re singing still!!”

And now THIS PART. The ENTIRETY OF BRYCE CHARLES’ SOLO. It’s fucking transcendent!!!

“Until GERALD! went on his murder spreeeee! I KNEW IT WAS GERALD!! Linda, call my lawyer. Let’s kill him!!”

“Can I shit or will I drown??”

“Ohhhh barbecue monologues, eh? I saw that in New York. Really? How was it? Fuckin ✨transcendent✨”

Joey's whole monologue thing here but extra emphasis on “Every Kah-bob”

“I wanna remember who I am….”

Trevor’s “My barbecue!”

*ruth throws hands up* “I guess!”

“Betcha I could do it! Betcha I could!”

“in my dream, it’s MY barbecue!” *ruth’s little arm wave thing*

“How can something be medium AND well?”

“All of the trappings of the well to-do!”

“And life is fine, if only it were mine.”

“Judge me!”

“And the world’s a stage, when you’re middle of age.”

“It’s well done on the outside, not within! OOOH!”

“Oh ohhh just for once! Just for once! Just for oooooonce!”

Ruth’s cute lil tap dance move

“I used to dance. I used to dance”

“Oh nooo my anxiety *gags* I’m gonna hurl!”

“I believe your next line is AAAAHHHH”

“Project Ruth! They can’t hear you in the back row! Ow, my butt! You’re splitting me in two!”

Max slowly putting the “underwear” over Ruth’s head and then petting her

“Take a bow, bitch!”

The theater director’s dramatic screaming

“No nonono! You can’t do this to me okay?? This isn’t my fault! This isn’t my plan! Woah woah woah who’s place was it Grace? IT WAS GODS PLAN!! And now he’s leaving me out to dry! DO SOMETHING YOU SON OF A BITCH!!”

“Don’t! FOLLOW ME!”

“And he gives me his numberrrr! Very smooth!”

“EXCUSE ME! *audience screaming* I have been waiting for what feels like five fucking years and I STILL have not received my goddamn hot chocolate! Sorryy sir *deadpans fake spitting* here you go. …thank you….”

“MY dad sells women’s shoes!”

“Don’t spin this back on meee”

“Because you’re crazy about me. …..WHAT!?”

“On the first date, Steph? Have some respect for yourself!”

“If I loved you, you would know it. If I loved you, I would show it. If I love you like you should be loved. If I loved you like I’m capable of. If you were the one I’m thinking of, woah ohhh, oh babe I’d let you know”

“Wake me up when you turn eighteeeeen”

“LEAVE ROOM FOR JESUS!” *shove*

“Did they buy it? Ha!”

“Gimme a cup of hot water, and make it strong!”

“Does your phone plan cover calls to hell?”

“She’s bisexual and dead! Where else would she be??”

*whips out gun* “JUST COOL YOUR BEANS, STEPH! Just cool em right the heck down!”

“Shut the front door, spankoffski!”

“SIR! DOOOO NOT APPROACH ME! GET YOU HANDS OUTTA YOUR POCKETS! PUT YOUR HANDS DOWN! HE’S GOING FOR A GUN!! *runs at paul*”

Pete’s “HOLY SHIT!!” When officer bailey rushes at Paul

“STOP RESISTING! STOP RESISTING!” *cue Emma screaming*

“You ruined our lives Grace!! I knowwww *sobbing* I just haven’t been thinking clearly lately. All I wanted was to be a regular girl, with no sexual desire, until she was safely married. I never asked for this tickle in my mommy spot. I’ve done so many terrible things, like touching myself and lying to the police. …..and dismembering a body….. well… we all did that, so…. But I called god a son of a b-word. Who am I!?!? *more sobbing* ohh.. it’s alright Grace. Don’t comfort her. She’s fuckin weird.”

“Stephanie, please. I’ve been bugging your phone since you were 12.”

“I don’t give a shit who you kill, but you just HAD to go and do it in that house, didn’t you?”

“A book??”

“You mean… satan? Oh no… they’re much worse.”

“K-yuck, k-yuck, k-fuck!”

*head gets thrown on stage* *collective screams* “Damn you miss tessburger! You were worthless!”

“Nerdy Prudes must die. That’s not me! I’m an elected official!”

“I can buy you beer!”

“I hate politics! It’s for NERDS!”

“Pete get behind me! I’ve got a gun! Steph, it’s a ghost… I don’t think that’s gonna do any good…. On the ground, bitch! I’m a cop!”

“Heck! Heck no!”

“Are you a woman of faith? Catholic. I’ll take that as a no.”

“He’s right there! WHAT THE FUCK!?”

“Pete, is she okay? Can you feel a pulse? I have no idea what I’m doing.”

The entirety of the summoning scene. It’s my favoritest part of the whole show.

Extra extra emphasis on “we don’t give a shit about your phone!”

Max’s slow mo run beat boxing to stop the bullet

“So you do know the Bible”

Grace taking her hair down and shaking it out

“Grace what are you doing?? SHUT YOUR FUCKING FART HOLE SPANKOFFSKI!! I wanna hear this! As you were saying Grace….”

“Brewin a pot of dirty girl soup, just for you! What?? Uhh, It’s what you call my bath water in my sexual fantasies. *GASP* that’s nastyyy….. I like it.”

“What… the fuck… is happening right now!?!?”

“GRRRR! I’ll be right back!”

The background dialogue of Grace and Max and then Peter saying “holy cow they’re doin it! Grace is having sex with a fucking ghost!”

Grace sauntering out and smoking a cigarette and saying “wooow I needed that” and then max being baby girl and swinging his legs in the air and saying “where you goin? Don’t you wanna cuddle a little bit?”

“I paid the price, now fuck off” *Grace twirl*

“Nonooooooowwwhatever! It was fuckin worth it!”

“What the fuck you just say to me!?!?”

“Mom said it would help me make friends. Boy was she wrong.”

“Liek eye dew”

“That was… absolutely disgusting!!”

Graces evil laugh “the souls of the pervs make me strong” more evil laughter

“DIRTY DUDES MUST DIE! DIRTY DUDES MUST DIIIIEEE!!”

“RUN YOU LITTLE BITCH”

“Darkness will spare my soul”

“Run dudes. RUN”

#some of these have become new echolalia/echologia phrases in my arsenal of random shit i say/think all the damn time #yes I did sit here and watch the whole show adding stuff as I went #starkid #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #hatchetfield #hatchetverse

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kingbabydollbilly · 2 years

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Jason: Bad. Pasta: Good. (E.Munson x Chrissy)

Word Count: 992

Warnings: None

Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham had what could only be described as an unusual friendship. I mean, who would have thought that a metalhead drug dealer and a sweetheart cheerleader would become the best of friends? When they were seen together, which was almost every day, most people thought one of two things; that Eddie was being an asshole with an ulterior motive against the innocent girl, or that they were romantically involved. But believe it or not, they were simply close friends.

Eddie knew the type of girl Chrissy was. Sweet, well-mannered, overly trusting, and pure. Because of these qualities she possessed, he felt the overwhelming urge to always look out for her, whether she actually needed it or not. She was by no means stupid, but sometimes she truly couldn’t see the real evil intentions of others. Which is why when she started to get closer and closer with the known jock and bully Jason Carver, he knew he had to step in.

“Come on, is he really that bad?” Chrissy questioned, fiddling with her hands underneath the picnic table.

“Yes, Chrissy! He isn’t good for you! I swear to christ if you caught him when he wasn’t looking, he would be stepping on kittens or something.” Eddie accused, feeling so strongly that he leaned half of his body over the table they were seated at.

“I don’t know….he’s really nice to me! He even bought my cookies at lunch today when he saw that I forgot my money!”

Eddie groaned loudly and rolled his eyes, then stood up from his seat.

“Chrissy, I love ya, I do.” He leaned against the nearby tree, crossing his arms in the process. “But jesus child, you need guidance.”

Chrissy gasped with her mouth wide open.

“Eddie Munson, you just want me for yourself, don’t you?”

Eddie and Chrissy stared blankly at each other in silence for a moment….before bursting out in laughter.

“Don’t you ever say that again, you absolute booger.” Eddie grinned as he spoke.

“Booger? Gross!” Chrissy exclaimed.

“Listen, do what you want, I can’t stop you obviously, but I’m telling you….Carver is not a good idea.”

“What if I….” She paused and twisted her mouth in thought. “What if I just went on one date? See how it goes?”

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers and then returned to the bench attached to the picnic table, this time on the side where Chrissy was sitting.

“Sweet pea, sugar, honey, snickerdoodle….you innocent little bean. Please do not do that.” Eddie placed his hands together in a praying position in front of him. “He may seem nice and would probably still have a nice guy act during the date. But. I. Promise. You.” He gently took hold of her hands. “He is not the right guy for you. You could do so much better.”

Chrissy’s eyes drifted down, seemingly staring at the silver metal of Eddie’s rings. Anything to avoid his pleading gaze.

“You….you really think it’s a bad idea?”

The softness of her voice tugged at Eddie’s heart strings.

“Yes.” He did his best to match her softness. “I swear on Ozzy I would rather you go for almost anybody else in our shit hole school.”

Chrissy giggled at the use of ‘Ozzy’. It reminded her how special their friendship really was, how unique they were. She valued his advice and opinions and wouldn’t trade their friendship for the world. Certainly, not for a jock like Jason Carver.

“Okay.” She said quietly, barely above a whisper.

Eddie’s eyes lit up like Christmas lights.

“Really?!?”

He jumped up from the table abruptly, causing her to jump. A large toothy smile grew on her face.

“Yes, really! I’ll take your word for it. No Jason Carver.” Chrissy wagged her index finger side to side with her lips formed into an exaggerated pout.

“Good. That’s what I like to hear.”

Eddie ruffled her hair like she was a small child.

“Eddie!! Careful!! You’ll mess up my ponytail!! And do you know how long it takes to get my bangs right?”

Another eye roll.

“Ohhhh noooooo!! I messed up Ms. Cheerleader’s hair!! Whatevverrrrr will we do?!??!?”

In a dramatic act, Eddie pretended to faint.

“What are you doing?? You’re crazy!” Chrissy was laughing so hard that her words had to be spoken between panting breaths.

“Yeah, maybe. But ya love me. Anyway, my stomach is about to start eating itself and I know Wayne is cooking his super secret spaghetti recipe tonight soooo….you wanna come over for dinner? I guarantee that you will get more out of this pasta than you ever would Jason.”

“He wouldn’t mind having me?”

Eddie shook his head.

“No, of course not.”

“Okay!”

The pair of friends grabbed their backpacks and began walking out of the woods the picnic table was in. With each step they took, piles of leaves crunched beneath their feet.

“So…secret recipe, huh?” Chrissy inquired.

“Yep! It’s damn good too.”

“What’s so secret about it?”

Eddie gave her a look of uncertainty.

“Ohhh I don’t know. It’s pretty secret.” Eddie teased.

“I won’t tell, I promise! My lips are sealed!” She moved her fingers across her lips to imitate the motion of a zipper being closed.

Eddie looked to his right, to his left, then behind himself.

“The secret is…..”

Chrissy stared at him with wide eyes, impatiently waiting.

“The secret is he uses canned sauce and tells everybody it’s homemade. The good ol’ Munson Ragu family recipe.” He snickered.

“Eddie!”

“Hey, I wasn’t lying, it is a secret!”

The sounds of laughter joined hands with the crunching leaves and light breeze blowing through each of their full heads of hair. At some points, Chrissy could swear that her best friend was listening to the loud rumbling of her empty stomach. She was more than happy to indulge in this top secret Munson Ragu recipe.

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(Third film. After “I write sins not tragedies”. Mal and Ben throw the Hook’s out of the cathedral and into the street)

Mal: and don’t come back!

(The Hook’s scarper away)

Mal: well that was fun.

Ben: yeah it was-hold on

(He’s noticed movement at the office door. So he marches inside the office and drags out a struggling Verna. He throws her on a pew, binds her in chains and points his sceptre at her threateningly)

Ben: what the hell are you doing here?

Verna (dissolving into tears): please don’t-please don’t kill me

Doug: can you give us one good reason why we shouldn’t?

Verna (now outright bawling): NO!!!!

Ben: why did you do it?

(Verna doesn’t answer)

Ben: ANSWER ME!!!!

Verna: he. He. Heaskedmeto!!!!

Mal: not the island. Why did you desert?

Verna: iwizared

Mal: what? Speak up

(Verna mumbles unintelligibly)

Ben: oh I’ve had enough of this.

(He pulls the chains off Verna, throws her to the floor, uses magic to painfully straighten her spine into a kneeling backwards position and rips her aorta out of her chest)

Ben (speaking into Verna’s aorta): answer us

Mal: why. Did you. Desert?

Verna: I was scared. Of what would happen if they got their hands on me

Doug: when you say “they”. Do you mean us. Or them.

Verna: yes

Evie: I say we kill her. Doug you’ve got Excalibur. Lop her head off

Ben: no. Deaths too good for her. Mal what do you suggest we do with her?

Mal: can I? Thanks. Alright, listen to me. Walk straight back to the palace. Through the war, the carnage and the chaos. Go straight to the library and search for places my father could be. If you diverge, divert or get distracted, I will know. And you’ll have all of us to answer to. Understand? Good. Now go

(She flicks the aorta back into Verna’s chest and the disgraced Fae hobbles out of the cathedral and back to the palace. This is when “to the fairies they draw near” happens. After the song. Jay and Carlos burst in)

Jay: you found Verna?

Carlos: where was she?

Evie: hiding in the office like the coward she is.

Carlos: is she under arrest or-?

Ben: um. Custody. I guess

Carlos: alright then I guess that’s something. Hey, mom, did they tell you abou....

(Everything turns grey and Carlos collapses into Jay’s arms)

Mal: oh my god!

Ben: are you okay?

Evie: Jesus Christ

Doug: what happened?

Jay: Carlos? CARLOS?! Are you alright?

(The colour returns and Carlos jumps right back again)

Carlos: WHEEEEW!!!! Headrush. Doug could you be a pal and scan me please? I think my bio dad just passed us

Doug: looks like your right. I’m getting acute traces of ass transmogrification potion

Mal: the what now?

Doug: you know. Pleasure island. Coachman. Donkey potion in the beer.

Mal: ohhhh

Evie: so. A demon who turns juvenile drunkards into donkeys for shits and giggles just drove past us?

Doug: apparently

Evie: does he know we’re in here?

Ben: no. The Cathedral’s invisible to naked eye.

Jay: we should still probably get out of here though. How would it look if we led the charge but spent the rest of it cowering inside a church?

Mal: good point. Let’s go.

(The six of them head outside)

Evie: oh. Idea! I have an idea!

Mal: congrats(?)

Evie: who has the ember?

Mal: me? I think. Ah. Here it is.

Evie: give

(Mal throws the ember to Evie)

Evie: thanks

Doug: what is your idea but the way?

Evie: I don’t know. All I know is I have a plan. And I’m going to hate it. But. I have. A plan.

Doug: be careful

Evie: I’ll try.

(They kiss. Then Evie teleports out of the barrier encasing the cathedral)

Evie (holding the ember in her hands up to her lips): take me to him.

(The others watch as Evie shoots up into the sky and disappears into the clouds)

Carlos: she’ll be okay.

Doug: I know she will. But if I’m right and she’s going where going where I think she’s. Then it’s not her we have to worry about.

Jay: what do we do next?

Mal: you, Carlos and Doug go to the forest. Fight and/or kill whoever tries to kill you. Ben you go back up to the palace and

Ben: no. No way. Absolutely not. I’m not leaving you again. Ever.

Mal: I know. And if this was any other situation I wouldn’t want you to. But you’re the king. You’re way too important. She wants me. And that’s exactly what she’s going to get.

Ben (thickly): okay. But I know things. I can sense you. And the moment that I think you’re in trouble

Mal: you’ll come screaming into the fray, claws and mane blazing. I wouldn’t expect anything less. That’s who you are. But right now. I need to do this myself. Please?

Ben: alright

(They kiss. And Mal teleports away. Just then. Lonnie trundles in on a cross bike)

Jay: where’d you get the bike?

Lonnie: it’s Mal’s. I gave mine to Anthony. Oh. We love our new magic by. Whose idea was it?

Ben: Mal’s. And don’t get to it. It’s only for the fight.

Lonnie: naturally

Doug: where’re the others?

Lonnie: Jane flying around the outskirts keeping the barrier intact. I don’t know where the rest are though.

Carlos: head to the forest. We’ll meet you there in a bit.

Lonnie: Rodger Dodger.

(She turns around and speeds off)

Carlos: Doug I think it’s time to summon the zombies. I’ll summon Chernabog. He’s got the fuel.

Doug: oh boy. Here we go.

(He draws Excalibur and imbeds it into the ground up to the hilt)

Carlos: Chernabog. Vieni da me. ORA.

(Immediately. The black cauldron appears in the split ground and Chernabog materialises in midair holding four, slightly mouldering corpses)

Doug: put them in the cauldron

(Chernabog unceremoniously drops the four corpses into the cauldron. 30 seconds later. The reanimated forms of Grimhilde, Lady Tremaine, Gaston and Shan Yu crawl back out)

Doug: fight your former allies. Protect me and my friends. If you deviate in any way. I will know. Now go!

Carlos: follow them please.

Chernabog: of course sire

(The four corpses lumber off back to the bridge followed swiftly by Chernabog)

Doug: now what?

Carlos: this.

(He teleports them to the middle of the forest whfe they’re greeted by Quinlan Hearts cowering behind a tree)

Carlos: oh I thought we’d find you here

Quinn: please. Please don’t hurt me.

Carlos: oh I won’t. Yet. Now shut the fuck up. I’ll deal with you later.

(He starts wondering around confidently)

Carlos: alright then. Come on out. Father.

(A very ordinary, slightly rotund, man materialises out of the shadows)

Carlos: wow. I expected you to look a little more. I dunno. Demonic. I guess. I have to say. I’m a little disappointed really.

Coachman: oh don’t worry boy. I assure you. Underneath this flesh I’m as demonic as they come. Cloven hooves and all.

Carlos: hm. Fair enough

Lonnie: how is he being so calm about all of this?

Jay: his biological mother is Cruella De Vil. What do you expect?

Lonnie: oh yeah

Jay: good. Now shush. I’m listening.

Coachman: you could join us you know. With your skills and innate magic you could be great

Carlos: I’m already a prince thanks. And I have better parents now so.

Coachman: the immortal prince of a benevolent kingdom. Is that really how you want to be remembered?

Carlos: why wouldn’t I? What are you remembered for huh? Turning innocent little boys into donkeys. I can’t help but feel like you dropped the ball on that one. Or was it a punishment for breaking some sort of code or law or something?

(The Coachman doesn’t answer)

Carlos (absolutely delighted): oh so I’m right then huh? What did you do then eh? Kill the wrong person? Let the right one live? Attempt a coup like Salem Saberhagen? Because I’m inclined to choose the third one. I’m right aren’t I? I am right. Aren’t I?

Coachman: a mixture of all three. Popes can be such a tricky business when not approached correctly.

Carlos: of course. Are you the one who helped Maleficent kill frollo?

Coachman: That was my handiwork yes.

Carlos: good job.

Coachman: I was hardly going to let him become your father now was I?

Carlos:....alright. That’s enough talking. Now

(He shoots up into the sky as Jay, Lonnie and Doug send blasts of magic at the Coachman. On the RLS Legacy. Evie’s just landed on deck in the middle of Gil and Uma fighting the assembled hordes of Shan Yu. Evie promptly joins in)

Evie: Gil I need your help!

Uma: HE’S A LITTLE BUSY AT THE MOMENT!!!!

Evie: JUST POINT ME IN THE DIRECTION OF THE HAWKINS GLIDER!!!!

Gil: Below deck! Where the dinghies are stored!

Evie: THANK YOU!

Uma: WHYDYA NEED IT?

Evie: UNFINISHED BUSINESS!!!!

(She keeps fight her way across the ship to the door to the bowels of the vessel. This is when “light em up” happens. After song. Carlos dissolves the Coachman into the ether, changes back into his human form and turns his attention to Quinlan)

Carlos: okay then. Now it’s your turn

(Jay jumps in front Doug and Lonnie, blocking Carlos from their line of sight)

Lonnie: hey. What gives?

Jay: trust me. You don’t want to see this.

Lonnie: yeah I do. It’s Carlos. How bad could it be?

Doug: how biological mother is Cruella De Vil. We need to go. Now.

Jay: hey C! I’m just gonna take Lonnie and Doug back to the bridge. See if the others need any help

Carlos: sure thing Jay. Now. What can I do with you?

(Quinn starts snivelling and begging for forgiveness)

Carlos: shhh. It’s okay. This is no time for tears. You’re gonna need every ounce of water you have. Now. Let’s begin shall we. Hm?

(He uses magic to make vines bind her to the ground. This is when “the devil within” happens. After the song)

Quinn: this is why I ran.

Carlos (mentally kicking himself): oh SHIT!!!!

Queen of Hearts: thank you for neutralising my daughter for me Mr De Vil. I assure you that when your mother returns she will be regaled with tales of your assistance. Of course this means you’ll both have to AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!!

(She gets blasted into the trees by a wave of fuchsia light and Facillier steps in front Carlos and Quinn)

Facillier: I’ll take it from here my boy. You take Quinlan to the hospital and go meet your friends at the bridge.

Carlos: but

Favillier: now your highness! GO!!!!

(He wafts the two teenagers out of the forest and turns to face the Queen of Hearts)

Facillier: feel free to surrender at anytime.

Queen of Hearts: oh I’m so scared of a man who cannot use his magic for himself(.)

Facillier: ever heard of loopholes?

(With that he uses telekinesis to lift her up by the neck)

Queen of Hearts: ENOUGH!!!!

(She slams back down on the ground and starts attacking him. This is when “guillotine” happens. After the song. Facillier is about to demolecularise the QOH when Carlos appears out of nowhere and drives his sword through her neck)

Carlos: OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!!!

(He’s executed her)

Facillier: what the HELL WAS THAT FOR?!?!

Carlos: I believe the phrase you’re looking for is “thank you your highness”. To which I say “you are most certainly welcome dear doctor”

Facillier: I had it handled

Carlos: okay. Would you like me to bring her back so you can deal with her yourself?

Facillier: forget it. Let’s go to the bridge.

Carlos: con il tuo permesso signore. TU SEI il dottore voodoo, dopo tutto.

Facillier: ah bup bup. Shadow man. Shadow. Man. Get it right.

Carlos: se lo dici tu, Uomo Ombra.

Facillier: that’s better

(They teleport out of the forest together. Then Mal’s Id emerges from the foreground and faces the audience)

Id: ‘ello again my sweets. I’m just here to give you a little heads up. See. When Doug saved Evie’s life during Light Em Up. Things started to happen nonlinearly. Now it’s not quite a triptych per se. More like a “quadtych”. Ah hell. You’ll get the idea. See you later

(He snaps his fingers and dissolves as the scene changes to Persey pulling Evie over the railings into Olympus. As thanks Evie immediately tries to punch Persey in the face. Which leads to them holding her by the neck over the railings)

Persey: let’s get one thing straight little miss. You don’t punch someone when they’re helping you not to plummet to your death. Understand? Good.

(They drop Evie onto the throne room floor. And Evie starts to force choke them. Persey is completely unaffected)

Persey: oh you just don’t get it do you?

(They telekinetically slam Evie into a pillar and travel up her to the ceilingless sky)

Persey: I. Want. To help. You. But I can’t do that if you keep attacking me now can I?

(Evie shakes her head)

Persey: good.

(They set her down on the floor)

Evie: it was you wasn’t it? You convinced him to leave again didn’t you?

Persey: well if it makes you feel any better. I didn’t enjoy having to ask him to come back here. But I needed his and Hadie’s help with the coup.

Evie: coup? What coup? And what am I wearing? And what are you wearing?

Persey: six minutes. That’s how quick it took you to focus on the clothes. Six goddamn minutes. Congrats(.)

Evie: thank you.

Persey: not a compliment. Now in answer to your questions. Olympus is ours now. And the clothes and absence of weapons is a failsafe to discourage infighting during family meetings. It’s also why the Glider stopped working when you entered the airspace. And not. The failsafe has never worked. Any other questions?

Evie: not right now no.

Persey: good. Would you like a drink? We have excellent vermouth here. Just don’t ask for the absinthe. We used it to kill Hera.

Evie: you killed Hera?

Persey: what? She refused to be locked up and she ineikyed our family. We had no other choice.

Evie: not my family.

Persey: oh for chrissakes. Are you really still on that?

Evie: it’s true. And don’t you dare tell me otherwise because

(Hadie teleports in with an empty goblet in hand)

Hadie: do we have anymore whiskey? I’m trying to make a cocktail cloud.

Evie: the world’s going to shit and he’s trying to become a mixologist. Typical.

Persey: everyone has their own way of dealing with things sis. I take charge. Hadie gets drunk. Mal breaks down. You bury your head in the sand.

Evie: has anyone ever told you that you’re a massive drag?

Persey: nope. You’re the first

(Evie chuckles mirthlessly)

Persey: ooh. There it is.

Evie: What?

Persey: that smile of yours. It’s at forty right now. But I bet I can get it up to an even hundred.

Evie: why would you do that?

Persey: because I’m the first born. It’s my job to entertain the littluns when everything’s going to shit. So c’mon missy. Crack a smile.

Evie: forgive me if I don’t. I just want answers.

Persey: and you’ll get them. In due time. But seeing as this is essentially a mini family reunion. I say we party. Hadie! HIT IT!

(Music starts playing out of nowhere. This is when “the ballad of Mona Lisa” happens. After the song. Evie takes the goblet from Hadie, downs it in one and blows out a stream of indigo flame that hurt barely misses the globe in the middle of the throne room)

Evie (hoarsely): what the fuck was in that thing?

Hadie (shrugging): Volcanic Voice Killer. Why?

Persey: because she’s only half god little brother. So maybe godly drinks mightn’t be good for her mmkay?

Hadie: ohhhh. My bad.

Persey: yes. Very.

Evie: is there anywhere I can sit? I just need to, uh, rest a minute

Persey: the throne made out of ocean pearl.

Evie: thanks. Why that one?

Persey: it was our uncles. Poseidon’s. Figured you may as well get used to it since, hopefully, you’ll be around a lot more once this is all over

Evie: yeah, well, don’t count on it. When we win. I’m never stepping foot in here again.

Persey: I understand. But are you sure?

Evie: sure about what?

Persey: that you’ll be better off without us? I mean. Yeah. The grass is greener etc and so forth. But. It’s pretty damn green here as well.

Evie: I don’t need this. And I don’t want it.

Persey: yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it all before

(This is when “the other side” happens. After the song. Hades and Persephone teleport in)

Evie: YOU!

(She launches herself at her fathers throat, intent on ripping it out but Persey and Hadie hold her back)

Persephone: so this is Evie.

Persey: yeah.

Persephone: Wow.

Persey: oh yeah.

Persephone: did you tell her why you did what you did?

Persey: yes. It didn’t help.

Persephone: I see. Let her go. I want to talk to her.

(Persey and Hadie let Evie go. Evie promptly stalks over to the railing. There’s a flash behind her. And suddenly the whole entire throne room is awash in glittering golden light. She turns around and sees that the Olympian Globe has expanded to fill the large throne room and at least ten miles past in all directions past the railing)

Evie: what the hell is that?

Persephone: the Olympian Globe. It allows us to see what’s going on in the world at any given time.

Hades: it also gave Odysseus a lot of trouble back in the day. But hey. That’s what you got back then when you didn’t make the appropriate sacrifices after a major win.

Evie: why is it so big?

Persephone: it’s the world dear. Did you expect it to be small?

Evie: well. SmallER

Persephone: oh. Well more fool you then. Now. Keep your eyes focused on the centre or you’ll hurl something frightful.

(The Globe starts spinning counterclockwise, faster and faster until it’s nothing but a blur)

Evie: what’s happening? What did you do?

Persephone: showing you what we got put through

Evie: I don’t care what you got put through.

Persephone: well I don’t care that you don’t care. It’s well past time you learned that you’re not the only one that’s been hurt but the Isle’s existence. Stop here.

(The Globe stops spinning and settles on a small green dot. Which zooms forward to reveal a beach boarded by a dense forest and glistening blue water. With a massive skull shaped rock face in the background to the right)

Evie: Neverland. We’re in Neverland.

Persey: more specifically. Neverland 23 years ago. Right on the day that dad and Hadie were put on the island with the villains.

Persephone: otherwise known as the day I lost my husband and my son for 23 years.

(Music starts playing)

Evie: what was that?

Hades: we’d arrived. You see. I had to take charge immediately. Hadie was two weeks old. I had to subjugate lions and hyenas and wolves. That bastard “judge” frollo was in my ear prattling on about how “blasphemous” our existence. Within the first 12 hours Anastasia went into labour with Anthony. And to top it all off. Some psychotic she-sheep called Bellweather tried to start a race riot between Antonine and Clayton. But I did my best. For my son. Because that’s what I had to do. Keep him safe. And tell him who he is and where he comes from. Please tell me you understand that?

(This is when “two worlds” happens. After the song. Evie remains unimpressed)

Evie: is any of this supposed to mean anything to me? Because it doesn’t

(Hades, Persephone, Persey and Hadie heave a collective sigh)

Persey: I really thought that’d work.

Persephone: me too

Hades: don’t blame yourselves. It’s not your fault.

Persey: I don’t blame myself.

Persephone: it’s her fault.

Evie: excus me?

Persephone: you are willingly blinding yourself to everyone else’s pain to focus on your own. How exactly do you think that is going to work out for you?

Evie: I’m allowed. He left me. With my mother.

Persephone: you are not the only one with an overbearing.

Evie: Grimhilde wasn’t overbearing. She was psychotic.

Persephone: yeah but she’s dead. My mothers locked up in the dungeons.

Evie: why are you telling me this?

Persephone: because I don’t think you know my story.

Evie: what’s there to know? He kidnapped you and force fed you pomegranates.

Persephone: is that what Verna’s been teaching you? Holy. Crap. She’s stupid. I left of my own volition. I practically broke into the Underworld. And my dear husband here had to basically slap the pomegranates out of my hand. I hated my life here. I was bored out of my mind. So I left.

(Persephone waves her hand. The Globe starts spinning counterclockwise again, eventually stopping on Persephone’s bed chambers from millennia ago. This is when “paradise” happens. After the song. The Globe starts spinning clockwise again. With Persephone and Evie still inside it)

Persephone: bollocks

Evie: what’s happening?

Persephone: I went too far. You know. Like a wind-up toy.

Evie: of course(.)

Persephone: don’t get pissy with me young lady. Oh this is a good spot. STOP!!!!

(The Globe stops spinning. On the first day of the island. Right when Anastasia’s in labour with Anthony)

Persephone: let’s watch

(A little way up the beach)

Hades: SHADOW MAN! We need towels! NOW!

Facillier: on it

Hades: Greey! Keep her calm.

Morgana: how the hell am I supposed to do that?

Anastasia: aaaarrRRGGGGHHHH!!!!

Hades: how the hell am I supposed to know?

Morgana: that thing strapped to your chest implies that you have a little experience with this sort of thing.

Hades: I don’t know. My minions delivered the twins.

Morgana: and where are they?

Hades: we’ve been sentenced to exile. They’ve probably been confiscated. Holy shit woman. Use your brain. Sing or knock her out of some shit. Just makes sure she keeps breathing.

Morgana:....I think I’ll sing.

Hades: you do that.

Facillier: what’re you gonna do?

Hades: We. Are gonna catch the kid

(This is when “breathe” happens. After the song. Hades deactivates the Globe)

Hades: Anastasia and I raised Hadie and Anthony together. They grew up practically cousins.

Evie: and now they’re sleeping together. Go figure. Jesus Christ this family is full of freaks.

Persey: hey. I’ve got news for you Lil sis. If we’re a freak show. Then you’re the newest attraction. Because out of all of us. You’re the anomaly here

Evie: we’re not relayed. And even if we were. Im the only normal one.

Persey: are you really sure about that? Really?

Evie: yes. Yes I am.

Hades: can we not antagonise your sister any more than she already is please?

Persey: alright alright. Fine. You try getting through to her. But don’t blame me when she gives you a busted nose

Hades: I won’t.

(After the other three have left)

Hades: hey. Why don’t you choose somewhere? On the Globe I mean. It’s easy. Just like a holographic touchscreen. Point at the centre and swipe until you find what you want to see. Then swish your arm to make the hologram encompass the room.

(Evie does what he suggests. She settles on a densely wooded area)

Hades: where are we?

Evie: I don’t like camping. But I did in my dreams. This is the closest thing I could think of seeing as what I actually want to see doesn’t exist anymore

Hades: oh. Neverland. Adjacent.

Evie: did you know? That he used Neverland to make the isle of the lost?

Hades: no. Not until Persey told us at the parliamentary meeting. To be honest. I always thought he’d created a landmass whole-cloth. I never once thought he’d be stupid enough to indulge in necromancy AND override such a clear and unyielding rule

Evie: rule? What rule?

Hades: there some things you should never interfere with. And Neverland was one of them.

Evie: was it like. Sacred or something?

Hades: not as such, no. It’s just really rude to bastardise something that’s meant to be for children.

Evie: ohhhh. Like riverdale

Hades: hm?

Evie: nothing

Hades: ah. Would you like to know anything else?

Evie: no. I just want you to leave me here

Hades: ok.

(He starts to leave)

Evie: no, wait.

Hades: yes?

Evie: is this what it feels like?

Hades: what?

Evie: when everything you think you know. Changes

Hades: oh

(Evie gets up and walks past him. This is when “somewhere only we know” happens. After the song. Persey, Hadie and Persephone come back into the throne room)

Persey: we heard crying. Are you alright?

Hades: I am. I don’t think your sister is though.

Hadie: what happened?

Hades: we talked. And then she kind of just sank to the floor

Persey: Evie. Are you alright.

Evie: I tried. You know that right? I did try.

Persey: tried what?

Evie: to be like her. To be like Mal. But I just can’t do it. I can’t forgive him. I can’t.

Persey: well. That’s fine. Hey dad, mom, Hadie. You guy should probably leave for a bit. She might be having an epiphany. Keep talking kiddo.

Evie: don’t call me that. I’m not a kid. I’m am 18 years old.

(This is when “I’ll try” happens. After the song. Evie heads off in the direction of the library and Hades, Persephone and Hadie walk back in)

Hadie: well?

Persey: I thought I was getting through to her. But then she yelled and ran off again. I think she’s got an inferiority complex in relation to Mal.

Hades: yeah, that tracks.

Persephone: how so?

Hades: back at her house. Mal kept having to goad her into talking to me, and, well, no matter how many times her sister and I told her, just can’t can’t accept that I did what I did to save her life.

Persephone: that does track.

Hadie: so how can we help her?

Persey: I don’t think we can. I think this is something that she has to do herself

(In the corridors, Evie’s walking aimlessly towards the library, muttering to herself)

Evie: try to psychoanalyse me. I’ll burn their throat out. And his. And hers. And his. I WILL NOT BE TAKEN DOWN!!!!

(She looks around, self-consciously aware of being alone)

Evie: now I’m talking to myself. Thank you very much! Is this what you wanted, huh, “dad”? Did you want me to go off the rails? Well, congratulations, you got your wish.

(She grunts in frustration and keeps walking. This is when “way down we go” happens)

#disney descendants #zendaya!mal

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vrisrezis · 3 years

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Until I get actual rqs for inside job I did some Andre relationship hcs because he’s my fav and I am whipped ;D

- okay so for starters andre is experienced with sex but not relationships in itself honestly lol. Like I hc he uses sex to cope (just like with drugs). It gives him the excitement and distraction he needs at times, so while you can potentially provide that for him (there’s also the possibility you don’t want sex in your relationship so) dating him is a bit messy at first. Mainly because he freaks out and doesn’t know how he should deal with this at first.

- as a result he brings up sex a lot to like myc, gigi, etc and they’re like Jesus Christ just like masturbate or something and hes like … ohhhh..

- but anyways all this aside he’s very inexperienced in a relationship so please forgive him.

- he’s so sweet though, and he really tries to be a good boyfriend! He tries buying you stuff, but at first he’s just like.. wtf do I buy them? It starts out small, with just a coffee, to like a full meal, (big fucking contrast lmao) but then it goes to cute shit he thinks you’d like, yknow like a cute teddy bear or something lame, and then to like nice flowers he knows you’d really like, to just something actually meaningful to you, like a video game you’ve been talking about wanting or something.

- speaking of video games, he has plenty you two can play he’s a gamer ok guys and he really loves any kind of games so you two can bond over pretty much any game and talk about it forever and plus side if he doesn’t know it he’s happy to learn more about it. But beware of multiplayer games, he’s competitive as fuck and gets kinda angry lol.

- anyways if you’re lucky to be dating the man scared of commitment, you definitely work at Cognito Inc. it’s just easier that way! You two can see eachother like all the time and you both don’t have to keep any secrets from eachother it is the best <3

- ps since you’re dating you probably do drugs . Probably smoke pot at the very least .

- he’s a clingy guy alright so yknow these factors make it easier to see you, more excuses for him to have like he’s totally helping you with work or he’s just seeing you to hook you up with more drugs LMAO

- anyways clingy guy, I mean it. Loves having an arm around your shoulder or waist, holding your hand, anything. He needs to touch you in some way shape or form okay.

- big cuddler as you’d expect, admittedly likes being the small spoon, it’s just comforting and makes him feel small in the best way.

- if your strong enough he likes being picked up bridal style, he’s pretty light too so it’s not like it’s hard to carry him .. he’s just very tall and lean

- makeouts happen often with him, which usually lead to sex unless you’re not comfortable, ready, etc.

- but even if you don’t want sex it’s fine he loves making out with you

- he likes just sitting and watching tv with you with his chin on the top of your head

- probably just gets high with you a lot and just relaxes

- anyways, he’s very domestic and loves domestic shit

- like he is so in love with you, he never thought he’d ever be okay with commitment, the though terrified him and so does the idea of being domestic with somebody it opens up so many doors he’s not sure he’s ready to open yet

- but then he sees you cooking with your fucking apron and he’s like.. yeah… I am in love with this mf

- like he never really cooked for himself honestly like he would just order takeout or something but then you make him food and he like dies

- brags about you a lot to his coworkers when you’re not around, kinda his way of coping when he can’t be around you and shit

- also he’s so comfortable around you, he opens up to you so easily and he’s just so okay with being himself and being vulnerable

- he will just stare at you with this dumb smile and you roll your eyes because he’s such a fucking loser and you love him

- he’s just very honest with you about things and he tries really hard to be a good boyfriend because he knows he’s not the BEST at everything but he’s really trying here.

#Andre Lee x reader #Andre x reader #inside job x reader #inside job andre #inside job andre x reader #inside job andre Lee x reader

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babyboibucky · 3 years

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Project V

Pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You ask Bucky a favor of a lifetime.

Word Count: 4,233

Warnings: SMUT hehehe

A/N: This was supposed to be short but I enjoyed writing their banter wayyyy too much. And oh, this isn’t a friend to lovers trope lol and I have no plans for a second part to this. It is what is is for these two ;)

Edit: Will be doing ficlets for this AU every once in a while! Check out the first one linked below!

Project V Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

“You want me to what?”

Your best friend, Bucky choked on his own spit upon hearing your question. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he stared at you in disbelief, you didn’t even know his eyes could get that big.

The sun was high up in the sky, it was barely noon and the two of you were simply walking into the campus when you asked him such favor. Bucky almost wondered whether you were drunk to even think of that.

“You want me to what?” Bucky repeated when you didn’t say anything, his elbow nudging your side as the two of you continued to walk along the pavement.

Letting out a sigh, you shrugged and repeated your favor with utter nonchalance.

“I want you to take my v-card. You know, my virginity?” You said, annoyed that he couldn’t seem to comprehend your simple request.

Bucky stopped in his tracks and tugged your shirt, pulling you back when you didn’t stop walking. His face was the epitome of confusion with his forehead creased, brows furrowed and lips open agape.

“Is there no other way for you to say that without making me cringe?” He asked.

Rolling your eyes, you groaned. “What did you want me to say? ‘Bucky, deflower me with your magic stick’?” You said sarcastically.

Bucky gagged at your words and shuddered. “But why? Why the fuck would you even consider that?” He asked. He simply couldn’t understand why.

You continued walking ahead and slowed down your pace until Bucky decided to catch up. “We’re graduating from college in less than a year and I’ve heard you boast about your bedroom skills. I don’t wanna leave college without getting fucked, Bucky. And since I’m still single and probably will be for the next few months, I put two and two and voila!”

Bucky snickered, “You gotta be kidding me.” He said.

“Why? Scared that I might find out that your dick ain’t working well?” You teased, narrowing your eyes at Bucky.

He snorted, “Umm excuse me, this dick is the best dick that you’ll ever have. I just don’t want to ruin other guys for you.” He boasted, shrugging his shoulders.

“Then do me the favor.” You said, as a matter-of-factly.

Bucky turned to you with a smirk, the kind that made any girl on the receiving end, bend down on their knees for him. You were going to admit it, that look made your insides churn. In a good way.

“Oh, I’ll do you alright. When do you want it to happen?” He finally asked.

You stopped walking again and fist pumped in victory. “Friday night. At your dorm. And please, don’t make it weird with romantic gestures. I just wanna get fucked real good.”

“Well, if that’s the case then it’s a deal. Let’s shake on it to make it official.” Bucky said.

The two of you did your signature high-five to seal the deal.

You knocked on Bucky’s room and let out a sigh when it took him quite a while to open it. Although it was going to be your first time, you weren’t really nervous about it. Besides, you trusted Bucky and if there’s any guy you won’t regret having sex with, it would be him.

There were a few noises from inside that made you roll your eyes. The door finally opened, revealing a flustered Bucky with an awkward smile plastered on his face.

“The fuck took you so long?” You huffed out and stepped inside, surprised at how neat his dorm looked like.

His roommate Steve had always been organized but seeing Bucky’s side of the room all neat? It was a sigh to behold. You looked at your best friend with a stoic look, “Why’d you clean?”

Bucky closed the door and locked it, running his fingers through his hair as he shrugged. “I just wanted to.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Fine, I cleaned. I didn’t want you to think I’m disgusting.” he reasoned out.

You stared at him pointedly, “I don’t care about that shit, I’m just here to get fucked. Besides, I’m used to your mess. I said don’t make it weird, jesus.”

Bucky groaned, “You asking me to fuck you is weird in its entirety. How can I not make things weird?!” He complained.

You sat on his bed and unzipped your jacket, revealing a bottle of tequila hidden beneath. “This is how we make things not weird.”

Two shots later and Bucky was finally loosening up to the idea of being the one to take your virginity. He prepared for this to be honest, forced asked Steve to stay over at Peggy’s for the weekend and worked out immediately right after formalizing the deal.

“Do we have rules?” He asked.

“We’ll stay best friends after this. No weird feelings or whatever.” You told him to which he nodded in agreement.

“And just please do your best to make my first time good.” You whined.

Bucky craned his neck and stretched out his arms, “Alright, okay. I got this.” He said. “You ready?” He asked you.

You inhaled and let out a long breath, “Yeah, okay let’s do this.”

Bucky started by leaning in, placing a hand on your neck as he did so. You were ready for a kiss but he immediately stopped before you could even close your eyes.

“Do you know how—“

“I’ve made out with guys, Bucky. Jesus christ, I’m not that inexperienced.” You explained before looking at Bucky expectantly, urging him to continue.

“Should we drink again?” he proposed, obviously still feeling awkward.

“Fuck no, I don’t wanna do this drunk. I want to remember my first time, idiot. Can you just...” you groaned. “Just kiss me?” you asked, well, more like commanded.

Bucky apologized before deciding to just go for it. Snaking his hand back to your neck, he leaned in and kisses your lips. He started off slow and gentle, trying to get a feel of how you liked to be kissed. Bucky was definitely weirded out for kissing you, his best friend that he had known since first grade. Surprisingly, you were good at kissing, like really really good and this spurred Bucky to level up by taking your lower lip in between his teeth.

A small whine escaped your parted lips, allowing Bucky to slide his tongue into your mouth. You let out another whimper when you felt his tongue on yours, your hands falling onto Bucky’s thighs for leverage.

Just as when the kiss was starting to get heated, Bucky pulled away slightly before gazing down at your chest.

“Can I touch your boob?” He asked breathlessly.

And there goes the momentum.

“Oh my god, Bucky. You sound like a fucking virgin. And that’s coming from me, an actual virgin.” You said with disappointment.

“I’m sorry! It’s just... it’s not that I find you unattractive. You’re my best friend and I just don’t want to disrespect you!” He reasoned out.

As much as you wanted to get annoyed, you found Bucky really sweet for considering that. But good god, you’ve been wanting to get fucked and respect was the last thing on your mind right now.

“By all means, Bucky...please disrespect me and fuck me because my pussy’s been wet since this morning and I’m about to explode if you still don’t do anything.” You said exasperatedly.

Your vulgar words were all that Bucky needed because as soon you were done complaining, he wasted no time to grab your face to kiss you. This time, it was all teeth and tongue and you weren’t complaining. This was the kind of performance that you were expecting from Bucky and finally he was giving it to you.

One of his hands moved to cradle your head while his other slide down to your waist, moving you to straddle his lap as he sat on his bed. You let out a soft squeal when you felt the tent in his pants rub against your crotch, causing you to grab onto Bucky’s wide shoulders.

“Fuck, you’re already hard.” You panted against Bucky’s lips.

“Yeah well, I just realized you aren’t wearing a bra.” He responded before fisting the hem of your shirt, bunching it up until you lifted your arms up so he could remove it.

Bucky wasted no time to bend forward, taking a nipple into his mouth making you moan out loud.

“Hoooly fuck, Bucky. That feels so good.” You pant, pushing your breasts forward as you thread your fingers into Bucky’s hair.

Your body trembled from pleasure as Bucky continued to lap at your breast, his hand coming up to palm the other before tweaking your nipple in between his thumb and index finger. Unknowingly, you started rutting your hips against Bucky’s crotch, seeking friction to relieve the growing throb in your core.

Bucky lifted you up off from him and laid you down on his bed as he left kisses from your neck down to the valley of your breasts until he reached your stomach. He unzipped your shorts and pulled it down together with your soaked underwear, groaning at the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Fuuuccckkk...” he rasped out, nipping the insides of your thighs as he pressed them down with his palms, opening you up to him.

“Have you ever been eaten out?” He asked, nudging his nose onto the skin of your bikini line.

You swallowed hard and shook your head, chest heaving as you anticipated for Bucky’s next move. “No.” You answered breathily and threw an arm over your eyes.

“Hold tight.” It was the last thing your brain was able to comprehend because Bucky immediately licked your entrance up until he reached your clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue making your toes curl.

“Ohhhh my god...” you moaned, your back involuntarily arching from the bed.

You felt Bucky’s lips curl into a smirk against your sensitive folds, almost wanting to smack his head for his cockiness. But then again, this was the reason why you wanted your first time to be with him. You’ve heard your friends share stories about how their first time went and majority ended up being either a huge let down or downright scary. You didn’t want your first time story to be like theirs so it was only right for you to ask Bucky a favor of a lifetime.

And so far, you weren’t regretting it one bit. Well, save maybe for what could happen afterwards. Whether this would affect your friendship with Bucky but right now, all you could focus on was how his tongue was skillfully fucking your cunt.

Your eyes popped open when you felt a finger prod at your entrance, your hand quickly grabbing Bucky’s wrist to stop him from further pushing a finger in.

“Wait, I’ve never been fingered.” You admitted, bringing your body up and leaning back against your elbows.

Bucky looked up at you and the scene was straight out of those female POV porn you’ve watched. His hair was sticking up in different directions, face in between your legs and his lips glistening with your juices. Your eyes almost rolled back into your head at the sight.

“You mean you never tried fingering yourself?” He asked, turning his head to press an open-mouthed kiss onto your thigh.

You shook your head, “I tried but it kinda hurts?” You told him meekly.

Bucky grinned before crawling up your body until his face was inches away from yours. He pressed a soft kiss on your lips. “Lay back.” He said, voice rough and low, leaving goosebumps in your wake.

Following Bucky’s order, you lay down on his bed and relax as he positioned himself on his side. He began kissing your ear, sucking your lobe as his hand went down to your pussy, spreading your lips open.

“Just relax, okay? Can’t fuck you with my cock just yet, gotta make sure you can take it.” He whispered into your ear.

Bucky started rubbing your pussy, spreading your wetness around before slowly pushing a finger in. You winced in pain, grabbing Bucky’s wrist to slow him down.

“You can take it, just relax.” He coaxed and you nodded, turning your head to kiss him.

Bucky returned the kiss, helping take your mind off of the way he was pushing in his finger until he was knuckle-deep into your pussy. There was a slight sting but bearable enough for you to let him continue with his movements. You felt his finger slide out and then back in with ease, the pain slowly transforming into a different kind of pleasure as he went on. Next thing you know, your hips were already moving to meet Bucky’s finger.

“Gonna add in another one, okay?” He breathed into your lips before biting your lower lip.

“Ow, ow, ow!” You cried out and slapped Bucky’s hand away from your pussy when he tried to insert another finger without even slowing down.

“The fuck, Bucky! Slow down, sweet jesus...” you snapped, frowning when Bucky responded with a chuckle.

“Sorry! I’m losing my patience here, I want to finger fuck you so bad.” He admitted, whispering another apology against your lips.

You relaxed and let Bucky rub your pussy again, gathering your wetness and pushing a finger in. A few more pumps and he carefully inserted another finger, swallowing the whimpers coming out of your mouth.

You stiffened a bit, biting your lip as you tried to ignore the stretch that you were feeling. “You good?” Bucky asked, waiting for you to nod before fully pushing his fingers in.

His movements were slow and careful then, helping you adjust to the stretch of having two of his fingers pump in and out of your pussy. Soon enough, you were moaning against Bucky’s lips as he increased the pace of his fingers. You could hear how wet you were and you never really thought it was possible for you to be this soaked. All the times you touched yourself, you got pretty wet...but not this wet. When Bucky said that he fingered like a god, you laughed at his face but now, fuck. He really wasn’t lying about it.

“Fuck, so tight. Can’t wait to slide my cock into your pussy.” He grunted and moved on top of you, pulling his fingers out making you whine.

He sucked his fingers while maintaining eye contact, making you blush timidly at the lewdness of his action. But god, you were so right for giving Bucky the honor of fucking you because his fingers alone brought you so much pleasure. What more if he actually started to fuck you?

“Gotta fuck you now. I’m so hard I feel like I’m about to bust a nut anytime now.” Bucky said, sitting up to remove his shirt, followed by his jeans.

He was in the process of unzipping his jeans when he suddenly stopped and looked at you, sprawled on the bed looking utterly fucked when he hasn’t even been inside you yet.

��Will you still suck my dick after I make you cum?” He asked hopefully.

You laughed out loud at his question, “You look so worried right now.” You teased. “But yes, fine. I’ll suck your cock later.” You reassured before sitting up to help him remove his pants.

Bucky then slid his boxers off, revealing his cock that you may or may not have seen in the past. It was an accident though and you didn’t meant to barge into his dorm while he was dressing up. You gotta admit, your best friend was blessed with a huge dick. And now said dick, will be the first one to enter your virgin pussy.

“Like what you see?” Bucky teased when he caught you staring as he put on a condom.

You smirked, “Actually I do.”

Bucky licked his lips as he laid on top of you, supporting his weight using his forearms as he positioned himself in between your legs. You kept your eyes on him the entire time, nodding and lifting your head up a bit to press a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Okay, I think I’m ready.” You whispered.

Bucky nodded too and nuzzled his face into your neck, “You sure?” He asked again.

You hummed, “Good luck and don’t fuck it up.”

Bucky lifted his head and looked at you incredulously, “Did you just...”

“Quote RuPaul before having sex for the first time? Yeah, I did.” You quickly answered.

Bucky scrutinized you, “You planned that didn’t you?”

You made a face, “Maybe.” You said, before the both of you broke into huge smiles.

Bucky laughed before kissing you again, “I fucking knew it.” He said before his face turned serious. “Ready?” he asked.

You nodded your head again, taking in deep breath as Bucky reached down to rub his cock against your pussy, making you whine. Kissing you again, Bucky lined up his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing in until you gasped out in pain.

“You wanna keep going?” He asked worriedly, seeing your frown.

You closed your eyes and nodded, “Yeah. Just...just do it slowly.” You said.

Your hands went to grip Bucky’s back, nails digging into his skin as he pushed and pushed, until he was balls deep inside you. The pain wasn’t that bad, but it did feel like you were being torn apart. The veins in Bucky’s neck started to bulge out from the way he was holding himself back.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Squeezing me so good, I think I’m gonna cum if I move.” He grunted, nosing the skin beneath your ear.

“Please don’t make this embarrassing for both of us.” You said. “You can move now.” You added.

Bucky slid all the way out, leaving the tip inside of you before pushing back in slowly. You let out a moan, both from pain and pleasure. His thrusts started off slow, helping you adjust to his girth and gauging your reaction.

One particular high-pitched moan gave it away. It was at that moment that the pain turned into nothing but pleasure and a few more languid thrusts later, you were chanting Bucky’s name and begging for him to go faster.

You felt so full and you simply couldn’t explain how good it felt getting fucked like this. Bucky kept on whispering praises into your ear, spurring you on as he thrusted in and out of you. The bed started to creak, the headboard hitting the wall as Bucky quickened the pace of his thrusts. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moaning his name as you felt your abdomen tighten. You could feel it coming, an impending orgasm that you’ve only been imagining. Not even your fingers rubbing your clit made you feel this way, like there was electricity running through your veins.

“Bucky, fuck...I think...” you panted, hands sliding down to grab his ass, pulling him further to you.

“Can feel it, can feel you pulsating around my cock.” Bucky panted.

Your body stilled, toes curling and vision blurring when Bucky thrusted into you at a certain angle. Just like that, you let go and moaned out loud as Bucky continued to fuck an orgasm out of you. Biting onto his shoulder, you rode out the remaining waves of your climax before laying your head back onto the pillow, watching Bucky as he followed after you, spilling his seed into the condom after a few more thrusts.

“Holy fucking shit...” he breathed out, letting his body fall onto yours.

There was a moment of silence as the both of you recovered, your pants echoing in the room. Bucky was the first to move, sliding his softening cock out of you and sitting up as he removed the condom. He went into his bathroom and disposed of it before walking back to the bed with a wet wash cloth in his hand.

“Are you still going to suck my dick?” Bucky broke the silence as he casually cleaned you up.

You lifted your head up, “Are you still hard?”

Bucky shrugged, “I can be if you want me to be.”

“I’ll do it tomorrow.” you simply responded.

“So, how did I do?” Bucky asked, continuing to clean you up in between your legs.

You bled a bit, but not to the point of staining his sheets thank god. When you didn’t respond, Bucky worried that you might have regretted this but instead, he found you grinning up at the ceiling like an idiot.

“The fuck you looking like that?” He asked, unable to hold back the smile tugging at his lips.

You laughed and closed your legs, wincing a bit at the soreness but quickly recovering. “I can’t believe we just had sex.” You said.

Bucky set aside the towel and laid back next to you, “I certainly hope I did not fuck that up.” He said.

You turned to your side and smiled at Bucky, “You didn’t. Thanks, Buck.”

There didn’t seem to be any tension nor awkwardness between the both of you after. It was pretty normal actually. After taking a bath, you both decided to order pizza for late dinner. More conversations took place until you both fell asleep on the same bed.

A series of knocks stirred you and Bucky awake. He was spooning you when you woke up, his arm wrapped around your waist while his face was pressed on the back of your neck. You thought you were dreaming but the knocks continued and a familiar chorus of voices made you and Bucky sit up in panic.

“James, honey? It’s your mom. Open up!”

You and Bucky looked at each other, “Why the fuck is your mom here?!” You whispered and frantically searched for your clothes.

You slept in one of Bucky’s shirts and a pair of panties and for some reason, you couldn’t find your clothes from last night. Bucky frantically ran around the dorm, grabbing your bag and throwing it under Steve’s bed.

“I don’t know why she’s here! She didn’t text me!” He whispered, checking his phone for any unread messages.

“James, come on now. We want to visit Y/N too so we can all have breakfast together.”

You knew that voice all too well, it was your mom’s! Bucky’s eyes widened when he heard you mom’s voice. He just took away her daughter’s virginity last night, how the hell was he going to look at her in the eyes after that?

Bucky grabbed your arm and pushed you into the bathroom, warning you to stay quiet. You were about to protest but Bucky quickly slammed the door shut. Pressing an ear against it, you listened as Bucky hurried over to the front door, opening it.

“Mom!” You heard him say before greeting your mom.

“Sweetie, did you just wake up? You look like a mess.” His mom said.

“What are you guys doing here?” Bucky asked nervously.

There were a few movements that were too near the bathroom, you almost readied yourself for a grand reveal. Fortunately, Bucky seemed to have blocked the bathroom and tried to distract his mom.

“Well, we thought of surprising you and Y/N. We missed you both. Go get dressed so we can pick her up from her dorm.” You heard your mom say.

“Ohhh I uhh...why don’t you both head out first and I can go pick her up? We’ll just meet you both somewhere.” Bucky suggested.

“Oh sweetie, I wanted to surprise my daughter at her dorm.” Your mom said.

Fuck. You were so fucked. Your mom’s gonna find out that you’re no longer a virgin and that it was Bucky who took it. The same guy she entrusted you to upon moving out for college.

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t tell her we’ll be meeting you. She’s uhh...I think she might have slept over at a friend’s actually. To do a project. So she might not be at her dorm. I’ll just pick her up.” Bucky quickly explained.

Sleepover at a friend’s? That wasn’t entirely a lie. The project? Well, the task of giving up your v-card could be considered a project. So no, Bucky wasn’t lying to your mom at all.

Silence. A few more shuffling and movements here and there. You heard the front door creak. Finally.

“Oh alright, James. We’ll go ahead. Meet us at the new breakfast place two blocks away from the university, okay?” His mom said.

You heaved out a sigh of relief.

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll be there.” Bucky said and from the sounds of it, he seemed to be pushing both your moms out of his room.

“Make sure to pick Y/N up. I know she tends to skip out on our breakfast dates. Make sure that she’ll come, James.” Your mom warned.

True enough, you tended to bail out on your mom’s breakfast dates. Not because you don’t miss her, but because it was too early! You’ve turned her down a couple of times now so you knew what she meant. But Bucky, god. He just had to make everything into a double entendre.

And without shame, he looked into your mom’s eyes and offered her a charming grin as if he wasn’t balls deep inside her virgin daughter last night.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she does. I’ll make her come.”

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For Girl Genius prompts: a snap shot from the future of a class going over the heterodyne legacy. ( this is a plot bunny that's been in my mind for a while but I've had no idea on where to start)

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“Alright.” Professor Avery Cronus says, and then repeats himself, louder. It takes about five tries to get everyone in the class quiet enough to proceed, which is, honestly, better than usual. “Today’s discussion topic: the Heterodynes.” He writes the topic painstakingly on the whiteboard, and then retakes his enviable spinny chair. “I’ll start: I think most of them sucked, actually.” He leans back in his chair, crosses his arms, and waits for the chaos to unfold.

“--They conquered people--!”

“At least they took care of their own city, which is more than you can say for most sparks!”

“--have to agree, construct quality of life has always been better in Mechanicsburg than nearly anywhere else--”

“There are only so many constructs in Mechanicsburg because the Heterodynes wouldn’t stop experimenting on their subjects!”

“Oh my god, don’t start the fucking jӓger debate again, it’s documented record from jӓgers that their transformations were always consensual--”

“How consensual can it be when the person asking you to do it is a mad spark who rules your life?!”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Caroline, there are literally jӓgers still around who have talked about this.”

“...Wait, really? I thought they were all dead.”

“Caroline, no.”

“What about the Dread Mistress of Mechanicsburg?” Someone finally brings up.

“Agatha Heterodyne?” Someone else asks. “What about her? I mean, we all know who she is, I don’t think anyone is arguing that she was a shitty person--”

“Isn’t there some theory that she was a fake Heterodyne, though?”

“Wait, really?”

“Oh, that would make sense.”

“No, oh my god, no, you guys are getting her confused with Zola Malfeazium, she’s the fake Heterodyne that showed up right when Agatha was making her claim.”

“Ohhhh.”

“It’s really hard to keep track of the Siege of Mechanicsburg, it feels like there’s, like, six years worth of events packed into a week or two.”

“Yeah, agreed.”

“We had a whole unit on it back in middle school, and I still can’t keep everything straight.”

“STOP TRYING TO BRING THE TRUE HEIR TO THE STORM KING DEBATE INTO EVERYTHING.”

“Klaus Wulfenbach could, like, get it. I don’t know why Lucrezia Mongfish decided to marry Bill Heterodyne over him--like, he’s okay looking, I guess, but Wulfenbach.”

“Wait,” The Professor says, “I need to look up pictures to see if I agree with you.”

Half a minute of googling later, there’s an inexplicably shirtless picture of Klaus Wulfenbach displayed on the two large monitors in the room.

“Yeah.” Cronus says after a moment. “Yeah, okay, I gotta agree, he’s a DILF. We’re way off topic now, though, we should circle back to Heterodynes--”

“Didn’t he manage to marry the Queen of Skifander?” Someone interrupts.

“Okay, he’s hot, but is he Queen of Skifander level hot?”

“Can we--Can we please stop debating the hotness of Klaus Wulfenbach? He’s, like, definitely a war criminal.”

“He literally was the only one enforcing laws, that’s the opposite of a war criminal--”

“Klaus Wulfenbach would definitely break the Geneva Convention.”

“THE GENEVA CONVENTION DIDN’T FUCKING EXIST--”

“I would fuck a jӓger.” Someone says thoughtfully, into an unexpected lull of silence.

“Why do we need to know that.”

“So, if you’ll look at my handy diagram--”

“Your drawing fucking sucks--”

“--You’ll see that, according to succession laws and several treaties, technically, the Heterodyne should be ruling all of Europa, currently.” After a moment, “Excepting Paris, because they preemptively argued their way out of it.”

“That’s presuming that Tarvek Sturmvoraus was the true heir to the Lightning Crown!”

“Again, this is not the time for the Storm King debate.”

“The Muses acknowledged him! Gilgamesh Wulfenbach acknowledged him! Agatha Heterodyne acknowledged him! He’s the best case we ever got, and since he took the position I don’t think arguing is going to change that.”

“Gilgamesh Wulfenbach and Agatha Heterodyne were married to him, of course they acknowledged him--”

“Actually, the official acknowledgement from Wulfenbach predates any kind of relationship between them significantly--I’m talking pre-time stop, here.”

“Really? How do you know? They never really went over that in my classes.”

“I read a lot of historical RPF. Those people cite their shit well.”

“Huh.”

“Okay, but can we rewind and talk about Saturnus and Teodora Heterodyne? Isn’t it kind of fucked up that she was basically a hostage?”

“I mean, she killed him in the end.”

“Oh, really? I never really focused on that generation, that’s interesting.”

“Yeah, there have been some really good essays on how Teodora influenced the Heterodyne Boys into heroism, and how their parents relationship impacted them. Fascinating stuff.”

“Hey, does anyone remember the Buzzfeed Unsolved episode on Klaus Barry Heterodyne?”

“Can we take a field trip to Castle Heterodyne?”

“No. I don’t want to be liable for any student deaths. I’m an English professor, they don’t give me any spark disaster leeway.”

“We’ve all seen the Buzzfeed Unsolved episode on Euphrosynia Heterodyne, though, right?”

“Euphrosynia Heterodyne was the coolest motherfucker on the planet and I would let her do many things to me.”

“She’d probably just kill you, my dude.”

“Yeah, but what a way to go out.”

“So.” Professor Cronus says. “Ending thoughts? Were the Heterodynes good, bad, what?”

“I think they were mostly just messy.”

#girl genius #girl genius fanfic #thank you for the prompt!#this really got me writing. I structured it like the discussion time we have in my writing class (so less of a lesson and more of a debate)#eli rambles #eli writes #ask #kasmusser

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Paper Walls

A/N Well, lookie here. It’s another installment in the Metric Universe. Not naming any names, but some of you are going to be very happy. This ficlet actually happens earlier in the universe, after Satellite Mind but before Help! I’m Alive. It explores what Claire’s physical feelings might have been for Jamie, early in their time as flatmates. Rated M for, ahem, self-gratification.

The Metric song that inspires the title and the overall mood can be found here.

April 28, 2017, Spitalfields, England

Years of shift work and natural predisposition meant that Claire slept as though dipped in iron, only rising to wakefulness in response to the aggressive pleas of her phone alarm set at high volume. So her sudden return to consciousness in the fragile hours after midnight was unusual. Admonishing her breathing to silence, she strained to identify any foreign noise in the flat that could account for her abrupt departure from the arms of Morpheus.

A rhythmic ticking indicated the kettle was cooling on the stove, evidence of Jamie’s customary cup of tea consumed after work to drive out the chill of hours spent in the British elements. They had only been flatmates for two months, but she’d already noted this little ritual, alongside a few others. He sat on the left couch cushion to play XBox, but far to the right when watching rugby. His dress shoes were arranged with military precision near the door, but his running gear decorated the floor of his closet until it was time for him to do laundry. He peeled apples before eating them, which she had yet to point out deprived him of most of their nutritional value.

For all his idiosyncrasies, however, Jamie was unerringly considerate when it came to not making noise upon his return from the fire station. Evening shifts ended at midnight, and even on the nights he met the boys for a few pints afterwards, he’d never once woken her making a manly commotion.

The pipes released a muttered complaint as the shower hissed to life. Unbidden, a vivid picture of Jamie’s naked body filled the theatre screen of her mind. Her imagination was frighteningly explicit, detailing the whorls of scar tissue over his back, the oxblood of his water-soaked curls, the twin mounds of his pectorals bisected by a kempt fletch of chest hair that funneled past knife-edge abdominals towards...

An agonized moan wrenched her back to reality. Was he hurt? Her head lifted from the pillow, poised to intervene. A second moan transitioned to an aborted gasp and the urgency of the situation shifted.

Oh.

Ohhhh.

A hot flood of blood rushed towards her extremities and Claire sunk weakly back to the sheets, a palm placed gratuitously over her eyes as though to ward off the inescapable image of what was transpiring eight feet away.

As a converted textile warehouse, their flat was endowed with impressively thick brick walls that kept all but the loudest of London street noise at bay. The walls that divided the flat into separate rooms were another story entirely. She was regularly an unwilling eavesdropper into Jamie’s more private moments, as he undoubtedly was to her own. Thankfully their respective shifts rarely aligned, so there was always time when each was home alone, in case they needed to partake in activities they didn’t want the other to overhear.

Activities such as the one Jamie was currently savouring with increasing gusto in the shower, undoubtedly certain that she was sound asleep.

Her pulse hurried through her veins, her skin an elastic sheath that beat to the rhythm of her heart. Between her legs, a greedy wetness bloomed.

A choked masculine groan followed on the heels of rapid panting.

Christ, this couldn’t be happening.

She shouldn’t be hearing this. Shouldn’t be avidly drawing the picture of Jamie’s self-pleasure. Shouldn’t be getting aroused.

Only she was. A disobedient hand lowered to cup the furrow of her vulva from outside her sleep shorts.

“Sass-” a swallowed word, a damp slap of palm against tile.

Jesus, what if he wasn’t alone in there? The bottom dropped out beneath her excitement. What woman’s name began with Sas? Sasha? Sassy? What kind of nickname was Sassy?

Fuck, she’d invited this exact situation, hadn’t she?

“You’re a grown man, and you can act as you please.” Those had been her words when she and Jamie negotiated the terms of their relationship as flatmates. She’d believed that she meant them. Just because she’d forsworn romantic entanglements didn’t mean she expected Jamie to live as a monk.

As she lay in her bed, listening to that same grown man’s muffled ecstasy grow more urgent, Claire came face-to-face with her own self-deception.

Every nerve, every muscle was poised, listening in static horror for an unfamiliar voice. Surely if Jamie was fucking another woman in their shower, there would be some aural clue. Geillis had been unusually reticent on the subject of Jamie’s skill as a lover, but her friend had a gift for divining a man’s sexual potential with only a glance and some tactical flirtation. Added to the fact that he was six feet three inches of bridled power and sloe-eyed consideration, the evidence pointed to Jamie being the sort of man who would make a partner whimper, if not scream.

“Ifrinn,” followed by a string of guttural consonants. Without knowing the structure of his arousal, Claire could tell he was close. There was an animalistic urgency to the sounds that escaped his control. Over the steady patter of water ricocheting off his body was a subterranean clap that could only be his fist colliding with the wet drum of his groin. Alone, then.

Burgeoning relief translated seamlessly into the frothy crest of an onrushing orgasm, so startling and mysterious that there was no room in her body for shame, no effort spent on curtailing it. Instead, the pleasure burst from her core in sonic waves of towards and away that overthrew her senses and painted the backs of her eyelids in starlight.

Coming back to tactile awareness of the world around her, she was met by silence. The kettle had cooled. The floorboards were mute. Even her heartbeat, so recently a riot beneath her ribs, was inaudible. Through the paper-thin wall, the shower could no longer be heard, not even the lingering drip of a faucet.

Claire fell back asleep turning two questions over and over in her mind like puzzle pieces. Had Jamie cried out as he came? Had she?

#my writing #outlander #fanfic

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Jets

Pairings: Colson x Reader

Warnings/tags: mild daddy kink, overstimulation, unholy uses of jacuzzi jets

A/N: This is an older fic I reworked to be an MGK fic. Also this is an AU Colson’s not famous.

“Mmmmmmm” You groan, stirred awake by a warm pleasurable sensation taking over your core. Your eyelashes flutter open and a tangled mess of bleach-blonde hair comes into focus between your thighs. “Well, good mmm-morning to you t-too.” You moan out. Colson smiles against your folds as he moves his tongue in waves over your clit. “Uhhh Colson…F-fuck!” You whine gripping the sheets.

In all the years you’ve been together he’s never woken you up in such a way and you wonder what’s gotten into him, but you’re definitely not complaining. He pushes your thighs open wider tracing figure eights over your clit with his tongue, as you moan and writhe enjoying every minute of your wake up call. He slides his hands inward from your thighs to your core his fingertips prying open your lips as he begins to tongue fuck your entrance. With his hand resting on your lower abdomen he uses his thumb to work your clit in circles. “Ohhhh Fuck I’m close!” You moan bucking your hips off the mattress while grabbing a handful of his bed-head, holding his head in place just where you want it. You rake your other hand through your hair, pulling it down over your face in a fit of pleasure as you ride out your orgasm, rocking your hips against his mouth.

“Mmmmm good morning, babe.” He says crawling up from between your legs to give you a quick kiss on the lips, leaving the taste of yourself behind, which you welcome with a swipe of your tongue.

“What got into you?” You smile between trying to catch your breath.

“Well, you know you never sleep in panties, and you must have kicked the blankets off in your sleep, because when I woke up my shirt you like to wear to bed was all bunched up around your stomach and your pretty, pink pussy just looked like it was begging for it.” He says dragging his bottom lip though his teeth.

“Oh shit what time is it? You ask, grabbing your phone from the nightstand. You look at time 6:15. “Fuck I’m gonna be late.” You take the quickest shower of your life, get dressed, throw your wet hair up into a messy bun, haphazardly slap some makeup on your face, and speed to work. You make it to your waitress job with only two minutes to spare.

All day at work you’re distracted by the events of this morning, making for a rather stressful day of fucking up orders, and forgetting to check on tables; your mind clouded by the memory of Colson’s warm tongue; you can’t wait to get home and finish what he started.

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Upon entering your house after work you see Colson sitting at the kitchen table on his laptop looking rather stressed; presumably buried in work related emails. You walk over to him and stroke your hand up his arm.

“Babe?” You say in a sultry tone, trying to pull him from his work to get what you want.

“Not now hun, sorry I got a lot of shit to do.” He says without even looking up from his laptop blowing you off.

“Daddy?” You try again, knowing it always drives him wild when you call him that.

“Y/N, not right now, I’m sorry. I need to take care of some things.” He says. You know he means business because he uses your name instead of the little pet names like Princess, Babygirl, or Kitten, he usually uses when you call him Daddy.

“Fine I’m gonna go take a bath and relax a little before I make dinner then.” You say making your way over to the staircase.

“That’s fine, I’m not hungry yet anyways.” Colson says, eyes glued to the laptop screen as he types away.

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Upstairs in the bathroom you run the water in the large, two-person Jacuzzi tub, setting it to the perfect temp before undressing. When the water level rises over the jets you climb in and turn them on; the loud hum of the motor and the whirlpool action of the water cancelling out all other noises around you. You sink down low in the water, the jets pulsing against your neck and back releasing the tension of the day, when suddenly you become very aware of the water lightly bubbling between your thighs from the jets of the empty seat across from you. With the memories of this morning still playing through your head you get an idea. You scoot closer to the jet, putting your feet up on the edge of the tub allowing the jet stream to pulse against your clit. You moan lowly at the intense feeling. You close your eyes and tilt your head back; the ends of your hair floating on the surface of the water.

“Feel good?”

“Colson! Jesus Christ, you scared me!” You exclaim scrambling to sit up; you’re face flushed with embarrassment.

“I said, feel good?” He says biting his lip.

“Well, I much rather feel you.” You tease, swimming up to the edge of the tub. “but somebody was busy.”

“Yeah, well that somebody came up here to tell you that I decided work can wai.t I’ve been dying to get inside of you all day. You’re the reason I’m so behind.”

“Yeah, well, what are you waiting for get in here.” You smirk, sliding your hand down your stomach to your core as he watches.

“God, you’re gonna get it so good, you know that right?” Colson says as he quickly strips his clothing.

“Mmmmmm am I?” You giggle biting your lip, as Colson steps into the tub and takes a seat. You make your way over to his lap and attempt to straddle him.

“No get on your knees.”

“What?” you ask perplexed.

“You heard me, get on your knees, kneel on the seat!” He barks, shifting out of your way. You do as you're told, kneeling on the seat, the jets bubbling against your core driving your desire. “You like these jets so much, lets see how much you like them when I fuck you up against them.” He bends you over the side of the tub trailing his fingers through your folds. “God, not even this water can wash away how wet you are for me.” He breathes in your ear. “How’s those jets feeling on this pussy baby?” He says as he rubs you.

“Mmmmm so good.”

“How about now?” He says pushing against the small of your back forcing you closer to the jets.“

“Oh shit, Colson, Fuck!” You whine as the jets pulse against your clit. Colson quickly enters you from behind adding to the immense pleasure. Every thrust of his hips brings your core closer to the powerful stream. “Colson!, Fuck, I’m c-cumming already” You scream after only a few thrusts.

“I’m not done with you yet!” He growls, continuing to fuck you. You try to wiggle away from the water blasting on your sensitive clit to no avail; Colson keeping you firmly in place as he rapidly thrusts into you; water splashing all over.

“Colson, Fucking Christ…..Oh my God!” You grip the edge of the tub as your second orgasm rips through you. “

“Fuck your pussy feels so good when it clenches around me like that.” He grunts, not missing a beat, still keeping perfect rhythm as he thrusts. “Let’s see if we can make you do that again.” He picks up his speed fucking you faster and harder against the jets; causing not one but two back to back orgasms to ravage your core. You scream his name as you feel the tightening of your pussy milk his cum from him. After a few moments to catch his breath, he shuts off the jets, pulls the plug to the tub and exists. You slide down in the seat, your legs shaking, your breathing ragged. You stay there until the tub is completely empty, paralyzed by pleasure; your legs too weak to stand; the only feeling in them is your blood pumping and coursing through your veins.

“You gonna get out?” Colson chuckles coming back in the bathroom. “How you feeling?” He teases bending down into the tub his hand headed to your swollen clit.“

"Don’t touch it” You laugh smacking his hand away.

“Fine.” He stifles a laugh, extending his hand out. “Let me help you.” You grab onto Colson’s hand and he assists you out of the tub; your legs still wobbly. “You’re absolutely wrecked, let’s just order pizza tonight.”

#mgk #mgk smut #mgk x reader #mgk fanfic #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly fanfic #machine gun kelly smut #machine gun kelly x reader #colson baker #colson x reader #colson baker smut #colson baker fanfic

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What impressed Paul most about his Paris trip with John?

Vin ordinaire was the only kind of vin we know about in those days. I couldn’t understand why people liked wine; anytime I tasted it, it was terrible. When John and I hitchhiked to Paris in 1961, we went to a café on the Left Bank, and the waitress was older than us – easy, since John was turning twenty-one and I was nearly twenty. She poured us two glasses of vin ordinaire, and we noticed she had hair under her arms, which was shocking: ‘Oh my God, look at that; she’s got hair under her arms!’ The French would do that, but no British – or, as we would later learn, American – girl would be seen dead with hair under her arms. You had to be a real beatnik. It’s such a clear memory for me, so it was in my head when I was setting this scene.

— Paul McCartney on Café on the Left Bank, The Lyrics

The only French we knew was 'Avez-vous une hotel pour la nuit?' and 'Avez-vous un chambre?' We ended up in Montmartre and by that time it was getting late. Some rather friendly prostitutes kindly took pity on us. They were the only people out. So we say, 'Avez-vous une hotel pour la nuit?' We thought our luck had really changed, we thought, Wow, this is a prostitute, there may be all sorts of bonuses thrown in here, but in fact it was un chambre pour la nuit where the two of us just slept, awaiting great pleasures that didn't come. But we slept, that was the main thing. I remember we ordered something from a French waitress and she said, 'Merci, m'sieur,' and we thought, Ohhhh, Jesus Christ, she's so sexy! It was just the French voice, and she had hair under her arms. 'Ohhhh, my God!' That was wild, that was bawdiness in extreme. I'd just never seen anybody with hair under her arms.

— Paul describing his 1961 Paris trip with John in Many Years From Now

Because he was gay, it raised a few small-minded eyebrows and funnily enough, one or two of them were from within the Beatles: 'Hey, man, he's gay, what you going off to Paris with him for? They're gonna talk, you know. Tongues are going to wag.' I said, 'I know tongues are going to wag, but tough shit.' I was secure about my sexuality. I always felt this is fine, I can hang with whoever I want and it didn't worry me. I mean, we didn't share a room or anything.

I love Paris. I can always go to Paris, it never alters for me, it's my student dream. I'm an artist if I go to Paris; the smell of Gitanes, the women with hair under their arms and the way they've kept the buildings. I can get into all my fantasies.

— Paul explaining his Paris trip with Robert Fraser in Many Years From Now

#alright alright we accept it #no need to say it again #paul mccartney #john lennon #mclennon #robert fraser

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TFATWS EPISODE 4 SPOILERS BELOW

guys can we just please fucking appreciate episode 4 of the falcon and the winter soldier? jesus fucking christ this episode was so fucking good and we got so much out of it and oh god ohhhh godddd i hate john walker but the episode was so good that i’m about to cry

the opening scene? you can literally see bucky “freeing” himself as he is finally able to resist the words and then the scene cuts to ayo and bucky from the previous episode and she says “how could you free him?” about zemo. which TO ME feels like that means a lot to bucky knowing that he has a lot of self doubt about his character. it’s almost as if the question is asking how could bucky have freed the winter soldier. ya feel? also there’s a lot of talk about bucky ‘not knowing’ that the wakandans could just disengage his arm like that. when bucky says ‘no’ to sam asking if he knew they could do that, my interpretation of that is bucky was being honest. sure, the arm wasn’t embedded into his skin or fused into his shoulder so bucky probably knew there was a way to take it out. but did he know that they could easily disengage it while in combat? probably not.

i also think that no ones intention was to kill anyone. karli is obviously young and i don’t think she had ever intended to start killing people like this but because she is young, things tend to get messy faster rather than not. it starts with the bombing at the GRC with the defense of “this is the only language these people understand” then it was lemar. prior to lemar, there were hardly accidental kills or any kills at all. but when people are threatened, it is instincts to attack back with more power. karli threatens sam’s sister, even though she had just lost mama donya (which is making her more emotional/compulsive) so she knows full well how important family is but chose to be the ‘bad person’ here. so then john walker killed karli’s second in command after she killed lemar and so instinctively, karli will get more aggressive in order to reach her goal. i cant wait to see how she tries to control/justify what she will do next???? like sam agrees with karli’s ideals but at what point will he realize that she must be stopped at all means possible and that zemo was kinda right?????

anyways! john walker! he! doesn’t! deserve! the! shield! never! did! never! will! “the serum amplifies everything that is inside. so, good becomes great. bad becomes worse. [...] because a strong man, who has known power all his life, will lose respect for that power.” -dr. abraham erskine in captain america: the first avenger, about the super soldier serum. we’ve only just met john walker but most of us hate him lol and he is sus. but from the beginning he’s already an over achiever, already experienced in being honored for doing something good. now, the only difference is that there is a label on him. but we can also see that he’s kinda full of shit rage. he’s visibly angry when nobody would talk in episode 3 when they raid the safe house that karli was in. so once he took the super soldier serum, he’s stronger, sure. but now the rage is also enhanced. he wrongfully killed karli’s second in command in an act of rage. sure, his partner was just killed but if you’re a representation of ‘hope’, you can’t blatantly kill someone the way he did.

anyways the scene that walker kills the guy???? PARALLEL1!!1!1!1!1!!1 steve rogers in captain america: civil war raises his shield on tony stark and brings it down onto the arc reactor of his iron man suit when that could have easily been a fatal blow to the head. even when enraged enough to fight against a close teammate to protect a brother figure, steve had enough strength to pull himself back and say, ‘hey this isn’t what i stand for.’ unlike walker, who kills the guy without hesitation in a moment of pure rage. there’s nothing in him that is doubting that killing the wrong man is bad. walker’s putting the shield into the guys face and chest, repeatedly as he’s begging for his life. and when he’s done, the shield is covered in blood. it’s the blood, the eccentricity, the consequences of taking the serum, everything is on his hands (and on the thing he is supposed to represent).

can i also just say how much i love the directing style of this episode? camera movement is actually so important to filmography and i am not a professional or anything but i love appreciating the skills 🥺 like when lemar is killed, the camera pans onto sam and bucky. it’s like the world stops for a bit as you hear the snap of his neck. the pause in everything as you hear walker trying to wake lemar up. then, everyone runs. now, even though walker is fighting karli’s guy, the camera movement is no longer aggressively moving like a fight scene usually is. instead, it’s mostly steady, showing the goal that walker is determined to reach.

OH GOD AND ZEMO. idk how to feel about him. i love him but i also hate him???? fksjsjwkjdkx his dancing makes me want to forgive him but he’s also an idiot with an agenda???? but his DANCING. omg and episode 4 is named the world is watching and omggggg that means that the video of walker must have gone fucking viral for SURE i mean obviously it did but OH MY FUCKING GOD. god i have so many things to say about this episode and i can’t fucking wait for episode 5 omg but i’m just rambling at this point lol

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