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strangerhottotties · 10 months

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Mad Sounds - Part 2 - E.M.

Part 1

Summaries: You get Eddie's assignments back for the week and you have a meeting in his van to discuss...

Warnings: Horny shit. Minors fuck off. Mentions of masturbation, slight voyeurism, slight heavy petting and VERY brief grinding.

A/N: Just on my whore shit. I'm finally evening out after coming off birth control so the engine's warming for the first time all year. I share this with you at your own risk. My husband, ever my cheerleader picked out Eddie's test scores for the first couple weeks. Please enjoy.

Special thank you to my bestie who edited this and gave music recommendations: Taylor Swift's 'I Can See You' and 'Dress'.

All week Eddie hovered over you, never was he more than five minutes late to a study session. His newfound eagerness to study had turned more than a few heads. But ever the attention whore, he had turned his audience to you exclusively as much as he possibly could.

Every visit to your locker to retrieve books, he was right there to smile at you brazenly, eyes sliding over your form. It thrilled you. You had an incentive that no one else had ever offered, it fed your confidence. Eddie, ever the flirt, always held doors open for you, now insisted on being as gentlemanly as he possibly could.

All week he's been flashing a crisp red folder at you. Every time you see it, a tingle begins beneath your skin. The flat cardstock you always expect to warp, but the only distortion was the exaggerated hand drawn font across the front. Inside contained every assignment he'd received a grade for this week.

When the final bell rings on Friday afternoon, you make your way to your locker. Your eyes draw up towards your locker and catch a glimpse of Eddie leaning against the set of your lockers. He's a constant in the flow of bodies eager to leave the premises. His eyes as you approach are downright insidious, utterly wicked as he notices you. He fans himself that red folder.

"Hey, Honey," he hums, smile twisting with false sweetness like he was made of Aspartame. "I do hope you're prepared to pay up. I worked hard for these grades."

There were only three classes you were tutoring him in. The remaining classes he needed to graduate. Mr. Allen's Chemistry, Mrs. O'Donnel's Advanced Algebra, and Mr. Jones's Government class.

Thankfully your blush is minimal as you stop in front of the blocked lockers. "Hand 'em over," you hum, holding out your hand. He passes the folder into your hands and you're a little surprised by just how thick it feels in your hand.

He pushes off the wall and leans in close enough to your ear to taunt you that you can feel the heat of his breath fan across your cheek. "I even did the extra credit in Chem." You quirk an eyebrow at him as he holds you in an intense stare just inches from your face. You try to suppress your smile as you adjust the books in your arms to give it your full attention.

It'd be a lie to say that you weren't utterly feverish to discover exactly how good. How many times you thought of him tucked under you comforter at night, aching for his promises that he made last Friday. Aching to know how he tasted, what those talented fingers could do, and how much eagerly he wanted to touch you. Late nights filled with desperate, muffled whines for him. Keeping quiet as you squirm in the dark, wishing for the relief that his skin would give you, craving giving him anything he needed, being by Eddie Munson.

He seemed pretty excited. "Extra credit, who are you and what have you done with Eddie?" You tease softly, your smile turning demure. Eddie's shoulders roll back as he tilts his head to the side, modeling his pretty neck for you. It reminds you of a brightly colored bird.

"What can I say, I really like my tutor." The hallways are beginning to clear as you flip open the folder and smile at the top page. His government test with a big, fat 'B-' on the top right corner. You flit your eyes over to his, where they burn with a darkness. He blows you a playful kiss.

"This is excellent Eddie!" You flip through his next couple assignments. "Two 'C's, a 'C+', 'B-', and a 'B', Extra credit..."

"I got full credit for it, does that count as an 'A+'." You flush as you consider. It certainly shouldn't go unrewarded if you wanted to encourage it. You draw out your consideration and his eyes light up with eagerness.

"I don't think this warrants that kind of reward," you answer honestly and he deflates, until you follow up with a... "but..." his head snaps up at that, "I kind of had a surprise for you."

"A surprise?" He asks. "Don't leave me in suspense, sweetheart." You glance around at the lingering student body.

"Can we go out to your van first?" You ask him quietly. His face goes blank and he snatches your hand to pull you towards the front doors. "Wait, wait, wait, Eddie!" you call and he halts as you dig the heels of your shoes into the tiled floor to yank him to a halt.

"What?"

"Let me get my bag first. It's in there." Eddie grins and turns around to sweep his hands at your locker. You smile and turn to open your locker, Eddie hanging over your shoulder.

"Do I get a hint?" he hums, but before you can answer, someone shouts his name from down the hall.

"Eddie, c'mon, what are you standing around for? We've got to set up!" You glance down the hall at Gareth and Jeff. Gareth is throwing his hands up in the air.

"Hold on!" He shouts and then turns his attention back to you.

"Do you need to go?"

"No, not even hellfire is getting between me and this surprise," he grins.

"Oh, you guys moved it to Friday?"

"Yeah, I figured we can tweak our schedule tomorrow. I can pick you up-"

"Hey, Eddie!" You giggle at the second interruption of the conversation. Dustin Henderson and Mike Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler's little brother, are jogging up to the irate metalhead. Eddie's mouth presses into a thin line as he regards the kids.

"What is it?" He sighs,

"What's up your ass?" Mike scoffs. You bite your lip to hold your laugh as you start filing through what books you'll need for weekend homework.

"Conversation, A," he points to himself, "B," he points to you, "see your way out of it!" You drag your bag out of your locker and close it. You hit him with an unimpressed look.

"Well, we wanted to ask," Dustin starts, "but I don't think we've been introduced. I'm Dustin, this is Mike." He holds his hand out with a toothy grin. You take his hand, shaking it with an introduction as Eddie slips up next to you.

"We're in Hellfire with Eddie and it's supposed to start in like, five minutes, would you like to join?" You blink with surprise.

"Oh, I don't know how to play D'n'D." You reply evenly. Eddie clears his throat softly.

"I could teach you," he offers, regarding you with playful eyes.

"Totally, it's actually super fun! It's based on strategy and there's a ton of different ways to play!" Mike encourages and receives a harsh look from the senior standing beside you. Eddie was being possessive of you, wanting your singular attention.

"Look, whatever this is..." He gestures between the two of them. "Lose it. I'll be in there. Give me... fifteen minutes?" He confirms with you.

"Be nice," you instruct him flatly before turning towards the two kids. "But fifteen minutes should do it." He rolls his eyes at the kids and grabs your hand to start dragging you away.

"Who'd have thought Eddie's girlfriend would be so nice?"

"Girlfriend?" You repeat in surprise to Eddie exclusively when he comes to a full stop at the word. The kids are walking away and thankfully don't hear your question.

"I never told them you were my girlfriend," he immediately discloses to you. You roll your eyes at him and continue you on, tugging at his hand but admiring the pretty blush that fans his cheeks.

"Come on, sweetiepea," you tease and he laughs awkwardly as you are both trotting into the parking lot.

"But, um," he rumbles in a far more sober tone, he pulls you to a stop, facing you directly. "I want to take you out." You tense as he says this.

"Oh." You sigh and glance around as you think. You shift on your feet as he tilts his face to the side. "You do?" You ask.

Eddie gives an awkward chuckle. "You don't?" He prompts. You teeter on your toes for a moment.

"I think it's more complicated than that, Eddie," you tell him softly, "but I'm... open to talking about it." He wets his lips and steps closer, eyes sliding across your eyes.

"Honey," he hums, "You don't have to go out with me, but... answer me this," he uses the knuckle of his free hand to nudge your chin up a bit, "Do you want... me?"

The air smells earthy. A contradiction in itself as dead leaves skirt across the asphalt of the draining parking lot. Eddie was washing his vulnerability across your skin with the trial of his voice. It was braver than you had any right to enjoy, but after a moment of thought you feel the need to meet him on that level, to share in that vulnerability so it wouldn't be quite so scary.

Your free hand drifts across his jean vest, taking in the coarse fabric as you reach for the collar. You grasp it firmly before pulling him closer to you. You breathe deeply before sighing out, "Yes."

It's simple as he nods. "That's so stupid of you," he responds with a nervous smile.

"Only if you make it so," you reply with a warning and he breathes shakily. You release him by the collar and continue pulling him to his van. He rushes to get to the passenger side for you, swinging the door open. "Thank you," you chirp and climb in. He trots around to the other side and slides into the driver's seat.

There is a heavy moment of silence as you glance at each other. "So, when I had you teach me something," you start as he twists to face you in the seat, "I wanted to model the studying after how you teach. I figure that's the easiest way for you to learn."

Eddie's eyebrows tilt up. "What was your conclusion?"

"Kinesthetic mostly," he gives you a crumpled look. "Hands on. You need to be apart of it, to tinker."

"How do you learn?"

"Writing and visually. The four main groups are kinesthetic, writing, visual, and audio. You are more audio and kinesthetic, if you're learning to play songs by ear." He tilts his head at you with interest. "So, that being said, you've responded the best so far to... motivation and you get distracted when your bored so I was worried that the motivation might get boring for you."

Eddie barks a laugh at you, eyes glittering. "Jeez, your brain is like a supercomputer, I swear." Your face twists at that and you bite your lip as Eddie's smile fades. "Hey, it's a compliment. I swear," he urges.

"I..." you start and fade off.

Eddie takes a deep frustrated breath and looks out at the parking lot. "I know I try to get under your skin," he starts, "but I hate it when you make that face. It kind of makes me sick to my stomach. It's not as fun as I expect it to be. So what did I say, that's the second time now."

You fiddle with the strap on your bag for a moment, fighting the tears away. "'I’m not a robot, Eddie. I have emotions and thoughts and... I don't always get... what's said in between the words. Logic is easier... that doesn't make me less human." A hand skirts across to brace on your knee and your stomach jumps.

"If anything," he coaxes, "it makes you superhuman. Better than the rest of us." You spare a glance over at him and find soulful, brown eyes glittering at you. "I've never met anyone who just... understands. I watch and I see, but you, you watch and you understand. I see the gears turning in your head all of the time. I wish I had that setting."

"It's not a setting, it's all the time. I can't just switch it off. My brain never stops." Eddie smiles at you, eyes crinkling with empathy.

"I think I understand that better than most. It's like fighting nature itself. Never a quiet moment." You nod at him, sighing out with some relief that he understood. He could conceptualize how you operated.

"Exactly."

Eddie's smile widens. "So, do I still get my surprise?"

It's your turn to smile at the way he defuses your tension. "Of course," you reply as he gives you a gentle squeeze of your thigh. You draw the cardboard out of your bag to reveal a spinning dial, expertly color coded. You present it to him as he laughs. "We could fill in with little things that if you're sick of my cookies or something you can spin for a possible change."

"I get to pick things out?" He chirps.

"Sure, as long as we both agree." Eddie grins maliciously and his fingers pinch the tender skin on the inside of your thigh, making you squeak and swat at his hand. His eyes widen.

"Are you ticklish?" He rumbles playfully.

"Eddie, you've got like five more minutes..." you warn sternly, pushing his hand away with an embarrassed glare. He pouts and leans in towards your face, eyes lit up like a cat that's noticed a mouse.

"Okay, okay... is that long enough for me to get the reward for my 'B-'?" Your cheeks flush further and you glance into the back of his van. That could be secluded enough you think.

"Okay," you hum softly and his eyebrows raise with delight.

"Really?"

"Mhmm." You nod your head towards the back of his van and he darts, snatching your hand to pull you after him.

"Please tell me I can unwrap you like a present," he begs and the way he asks makes your knees tremble enough that you wobble and stumble down on them after you've barely made it past the front seats. Eddie's eyes go wide as he tries to soften your fall.

"Ah, sorry!" You chirp, a little frazzled as you attempt to give him an embarrassed smile.

His grin etched across his face, full of salacious cues. "What, that get you excited, pretty girl?"

Your cheeks flare with heat as your brain sparks out and he must see it written on your face because his laugh is out right evil. He's corrosive to your steely exterior and there was nothing you could do to stop that. The only thing rotating through your head was Eddie's voice saying pretty girl on repeat.

Was that really all it took to fry your circuits?

"Uh-huh," fell from your mouth before you could stop it.

Eddie's face freezes, too as you cave into him. It was an excellent example of just how easy you were to bend under the right circumstances. Eddie swallows before giving you a possibly nervous laugh and kneeling down with you.

"I-I mean... shit," you say, hands covering your face in horror. Your nervous break has Eddie grinning and pulling your hands away from your mouth. "I didn't... mean to-to say that-that." You squeeze your eyes shut and your lip wobbles because the repeating words begin.

Eddie sets your palms down in your lap as he gives you a chuckle, wetting his lips. "I think I could use a little more of your honesty," he rasps and your breath hitches as he reaches for your waist, untucking your shirt and sweater with a wiggling motion from where they are secured in the waistband of your jeans.

You don't trust yourself to speak, not when he's staring right at you with those endless eyes. He's barely (technically not even) touching you and your chest is expanding deeper and deeper with each breath.

If you could only see inside his head, every ounce of delicate nervousness would be washed away. Every conscious moment had you. He felt like he was fourteen all over again, springing erections at the very smell of you or the curl of your shy smiles, the ones that had lingering of heat at the edges. The idea of you giving yourself over to him so easily.

If it had been any other girl, he'd have been excited, sure. He was twenty and a pretty girl offering her services as a reward would have simply been a brag. But it was you. You who had seemed so immune to his ridiculous boyish crush for years. You who had been impervious to every flirt he'd attempted throughout the years. You who was smarter than anyone he'd ever met. You who didn't give a shit if you were a cheerleader or if you were dating a jock. You who'd actually had a sense of justice. You... who offered yourself to him ooohhh so sweetly in his bedroom after a tearfilled confession.

It was torture.

He'd had to fuck his fist three times after you left that night just to be able to get rid of the ever-returning erection. Hell, you'd given him more than enough to work with.

"Fuck," he groans as he peels the sweater up over your head and you happily help but lifting your arms. "You don't even know how hot you look right now."

It makes you whimper.

Eddie freezes as he stares at you, his own chest rising and falling heavily. His fingers tremble as they work your buttons loose. The sounds of shaky breathing and the soft press of fabric sliding on fabric is filling the inside of the enclosed space. It's a little too stuffy in here but that makes your heart pound harder as his fingers glide gently over the skin of your shoulders.

It hitches your breath, the heat of his palms as he pushes the open blouse off your shoulders. Your brain, as if to prove your earlier conversation wrong, melts in the heat of the moment until you can't think. Those eyes scorch your skin as he takes in the silky hold of your breasts. He hooks his index fingers through the straps and drags them slowly down, savoring unwrapping you.

"Jesus Christ," he mutters, face crumbling in distress as you feel the fabric flip under your breasts. His face is twisted as his eyes take a moment to dart up to yours. He opens his mouth to say something, but all that falls out is another soft, "Jesus Christ."

He looks closer to tears than you've ever seen. It's what drives you to lift up onto your knees and push closer, cupping his head in your hands. He's so close you can feel his damp breath breeze across your breasts. His hands rise to cradle your waist, sliding up you until with a jerk you're in his lap and gasping.

Your sternum collides a bit with his forehead as his hands start to creep upward. You smack his hands and he jerks away to stare at you like a kicked puppy. It almost works.

"What?"

"'B+'," you reply. "You... you've earned the right to... see them, and to... a picture, but you-you haven't earned feeling them," you whisper, voice already fighting to come out. Eddie's gaze softens and he nods obediently.

"Look so good," he sighs. "So good." There is a mutual understanding, the dangling that if he really wanted to, he could. He was inches away from his fingers gliding up to caress you in the way you ached for. Barely a breath away from scooping up your nipple with his tongue to taste. “Did you touch yourself to the thought of my rewards?” He asks, fingers dancing sweetly over your waist again.

A shuddering sigh leaves you and you swallow the saliva building in your mouth. Your thumbs trace his cheek bones. “Every night since you offered to touch me,” you manage on the edge of a sigh, cheeks deepening with color. Your eyes float up to gauge his reaction, flutter with the desire to turn away. His fingers tighten and knead the skin of your waist.

His mouth goes slack with want, eyes boring into yours. “I love your honesty. You’re being so good,” he praises softly.

It felt kind of torturous but as he adjusts you feel something nudge your center and your eyes snap down to the shape at the front of his pants. "He doesn't lie, you know," he promises you.

"No?" You find yourself smiling with mild amusement. "It's not like Pinocchio?" Eddie grins nearly drunkenly at your poor joke.

"The polar opposite... save for being woody," he rumbles back and juts his chin in your direction. He's staring at your mouth, his hands finding purchase on your hips, thumbs rubbing little circles over your skin, sending tingles down your legs.

You sink curiously down into his lap and his eyes seal shut with a rather deep intake of his breath. Your heart is hammering at the sight as you feel yourself pulse against him. As he breathes out his eyes hood at you, mouth tilting towards yours.

You lean back with your shoulders, just barely out of reach of his kiss. A taunted groan rumbles in his chest. "No?" He hums.

You wet your lips, a demure smile spreading across your mouth as you shake your head at him. You find yourself biting your lower lips to keep you grounded.

"What do I have to do to earn that then?" He asks.

"Add it to the-the wheel?" You offer and his smile is stretching affectionately across his face. He sighs softly.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Eddie! You better get your ass out here!" Gareth roars as you're both scrambling in the back of the van.

Eddie launches you onto your back beside him as he scrambles up to the driver's seat and rolls the manual window down. It nearly knocks the adrenaline out of you as he grumbles about 'these friends cockblocking him'.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Eddie snarls as you're sliding your straps back in place and searching for your blouse.

"My problem? Dude, get out here! We're ready to start our campaign and you said 'fifteen minutes' twenty... two minutes ago."

"Gareth," Eddie seethes as you button the front of your shirt, not bothering with all of them before scrambling to put your sweater on.

"No- Eddie, get the fuck out here? What's more important than-" but then you're making contact with Gareth as you're tucking in your shirt, hair still tucked into both aspects of clothing. Eddie glances in the rear view mirror as you flush with embarrassment.

"Shit," Eddie sighs.

"You're really boning the valedictorian?" Gareth demands.

"No!" Eddie snaps. "We're not boning, okay?"

"Really?" His friend scoffs. "Just get in here!"

With that, Eddie gives a frustrated groan and rolls the window up, Gareth already left your slot of the window. When he twists around you give him a little wicked giggle that makes his eyebrows creep up his face.

"You think that's funny?" He accuses, eyes glinting as you giggle uncontrollably harder, hand covering your mouth as you shake your head at him. "Are you sure?" He teases creeping closer to you. Your giggles are getting more wicked until he's moving fast and you're all but tackled to the floor of his van.

Eddie pins your hands to the carpet, hovering directly in your face. "You better get your ass inside," you hum, "your subjects are waiting."

"But you see, there's one more nefarious thing that I must do."

"What's tha-ahmpf!" Eddie's mouth is on yours before you can finish your question, eyes widening as he intertwines your fingers. That heat you were feeling starts flooding your body back.

He's straddling you, and yet somehow his weight isn't enough. He's not resting against the one place you need it. But your mouth parts to mimic his hesitantly, regardless of your lower protests. You copy him, gasping quietly into his mouth, before he pulls back.

He sits back then, grinning down at you on the floor below him, flushed and pouting. "Had to steal a kiss from the princess in secret," he jokes, "don't pout, I'll earn my next one."

"I... want another one," you murmur and his eyes light up like a kid on Christmas. His warm laughter bounces off the walls of the van.

"Next time, we've got to go," he chirps and pulls you up.

"Do I... look decent?" You ask untucking your hair and fluttering your hands over it, hoping it's not too obvious what you were doing in the back of the van.

"You look stunning," he urges with a wink and climbs up front.

More pounding startles you from the wall of the van.

"Not what I meant and you know it!" You hiss but he opens the passenger door and you both file out. You snag your bag from the front seat, leaving the unfinished wheel on the passenger seat instead.

"Oh, and Eddie," you call, turning towards the two boys, you fish your hand into the front pocket of your bag. "For that 'B'... and the extra credit." His eyes widen as you draw two polaroids out of your bag. You'd prepared six... just in case. Six you thought looked good. There were more among the ash in your fireplace at home that were awkward angles (close to twenty more).

You can't look as you draw them out, too indecisive on which ones he'd like. He's in front of you like an obedient dog in an instant, taking them like it's gospel.

"You were walking around all day with these in your locker?" He demands as Gareth tries to peek only to be met with a literal pushy Eddie. You grin, flushed deep pink, surely. His gaze goes gummy with heat again, melting under your soft seduction that you’re beginning to lean into. He was nothing but putty to your soft and genuine admiration of him. You’re finding how responsive he is to the warm and sticky center that he’s managed to find in the maze of your steel barricade.

"Bye, Eddie." You hum, thrilled with surprising and delighting him.

"Bye, Honey," Eddie teases back, dazed as you turn on heel.

"Have fun with your board game club," you toss back and manage to get Gareth to snort. Eddie's eyes narrow on your own form retreating towards your car.

"What's that?" You hear his friend demand.

"I'll take your hand off. You’re not looking." You smile to yourself, stealing glances over your shoulder as the boys roughhouse.

Your first kiss stolen with the most delicious thievery you’ve ever tasted; the ghosting memory enchants your lips. You can still feel the heat of his calloused hands drifting over your thrumming skin. The scent of him, wearing on the day, still clinging to you as you settle into your car.

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lol-jackles · 15 days

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Walker episode 2 review

Cordell, Trey, and Cassie find themselves watching over the episode’s titular character, Maybelline Pratt, a state witness in a money laundering case. Maybeline has the charm of all 4 Golden Girls characters as well as their combined age. Like Sophie Petrillo, she gave Trey the slip and tried to hotwire a patrol car with a wrench, because that’s how they do in Sicily. Like Blanche Devereaux, she loves flirting with Trey even as they take turns running away from each other. Like Dorothy Zbonak, she is full of judgment stares and sass and keeps calling Cordell by the wrong surname. Rangers over the age of 50 are smitten with her because every red-blooded male that grew up in the 70s and 80s fell in love with Karen Allen and Kathleen Turner and their smokey voices. Harrison Ford to this day can’t stand Indiana Jones fanboys approaching him to only want to talk about Marion Ravenwood and “that voice”.

Maybelline has the Rose Nylund naivety thinking she can just go back to St. Olaf and carried a metal file in her oversized purse to escape from WITSEC. Cordell decided one of them need to take her home. Trey and Cassie were “not it” and Cordell reluctantly take her to Walker ranch while the 2 security officers assigned to her secure the area. Maybelline soften her attitude towards Cordell when she sees family pictures and learn of Emily’s passing. Later in the middle of the night, Cordell finds Maybelline having “just to taste” bourbon at the dinner table and the two have a heart to heart over Cordell’s worry over his children leaving the nest.

“The days are long, but the years are short”, Maybelline tells Cordell, and while children appear not to listen, they are always watching. The fact that Stella and August feel comfortable enough to leave home just means he (and Emily) did a good job raising them, and they’ll likely come back one day. Just like Cordell and Liam did.

Cordell found it easier to talk to a stranger about his anxiousness over being ill prepared for "the quiet" once his kids are gone. Stella too, found it easier to talk to Ben about her guilt over Witt’s death and had even shut Liam out. In attempt to make peace with her conflicting conscious, she visits a roadside memorial where Witt succumbed to his gun shot injury. Unexpectantly Witt’s uncle, Mike, shows up and seems kind, which made Stella feel worse and she flees. Then Mike ominously calls someone to say he found something “interesting”. Looks like there will be a second mystery to go with the unsolved Jackal case as we never learn why Witt broke into Geri’s house. Speaking of which…

Cassie had updated Geri (and us) that she decided to return to the Texas Rangers. Later Geri offers Cassie to move into her house, referencing the break in that it would be a good idea to have a ranger around. While Cassie is thrilled and accepted Geri’s offer, you know that Cordell would be worried about their girl talks. At least I would be.

Cordell, Trey, and Cassie brings Maybelline to court to give her testimony only to walk right into a trap to distract them so that the baddies can kidnap Maybelline. Cue lively soundtrack as a car chase through the parking garage to rescue Maybelline ends in beat down fights by Cordell and Trey. Maybelline bats her Blanche Devereaux lashes at Trey for saving her. Cordell insists it was a team effort.

At home, Cordell waits for August to discuss the issue of him wanting to join an after school boot camp to ready himself for the military, but he needs a signed permission slip from his father. Earlier August asked Bonham to go over Cordell’s head and convince Trey, who is running the program, to let him join. In the season 3 finale, Cordell wouldn’t give his permission to let August join the military while he is underage. When Bonham tries to broach the subject with Cordell, he immediately shuts it down because he wants to put off of August growing up as long as he can. But after his midnight conversation with Maybelline, Cordell is ready to have a talk with August.

Cordell explains that while he has no regret over his own tour in the military, he can’t help wondering if he missed out on other options and he doesn’t want that for August. But, if this is really what August wants, he'll be supportive, no matter how much he'll worry over his “only son” and “baby boy”. August is thrilled and promised to follow Cordell’s condition that he is present for every Sunday dinner and keep up his schoolwork. A flashback scene from the pilot episode shows Cordell telling a 14-year-old August he didn't mean for his son to grow up quickly after his mother's death, adding to Cordell’s bittersweet demeanor.

We have "the quiet" before the storm with Cordell, Liam, Ben, and Stella having fun together playing darts at the Side Step. Stella returns to her dorm to find a threatening message on the window written in red paint.

Speculation #2: Witt didn't die from his gunshot wound and was murdered on the roadside by the same person who left the threatening message to Stella.

Score: 9 out of 10. What started out a light-hearted episode ends with a horror movie jump scare, a kind of metaphor for parental struggle and angst.

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archieimagines · 2 years

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Discontinued Fandoms Masterlist

This is a compilation of all the works we’ve posted for fandoms we no longer write for. The writing itself will always be kept here for you to enjoy!

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American Horror Story

Imagines:

Cordelia Foxx | Imagine becoming the new Supreme

Big Bang Theory

One Shots:

Sheldon Cooper | Prove the Theory

Headcanons:

Sheldon and Leonard | Sheldon’s little sister sharing the apartment

Black Sails

Imagines:

Charles Vane | Imagine Charles Vane promising you a future by his side

The Breakfast Club

Imagines:

John Bender | Imagine Bender helping you find the library for detention

DC Universe

One Shot:

Hal Jordan | Get Your Own Jello

Deadpool

Preferences:

How they cuddle | Part 2

Divergent

Imagines:

Will | Imagine Will teaching you martial arts

Doctor Who

Imagines:

10th Doctor | Imagine being with the 10th Doctor in Paris

12th Doctor | Imagine being in a band with the 12th Doctor

Downton Abbey

One Shots:

Thomas Barrow | Such A Charmer

The Flash

Headcanons:

Barry Allen | Dating Barry would include

Friends

Imagines:

Joey Tribbiani | Imagine having a crush on Joey

Headcanons:

All | Having a night out with the group would include

Glee

Imagines:

Noah ‘Puck’ Puckerman | Imagine Puck getting jealous over you

Grey’s Anatomy

One Shots:

George O’ Malley | 007

Owen Hunt | Major Owen Hunt | My Choice

Hairspray

Imagines:

Corny Collins | Imagine Corny telling you “Hey baby, looks like you could use a stiff one.”

Hawaii 5-0

One Shots:

Chin Ho Kelly | Mistakes

Danno Williams | Save Me

Hemlock Grove

Imagines:

Roman Godfrey | Imagine Roman missing your hints that he’s an upir

KINGSMAN MASTERLIST

LOST

Imagines:

James ‘Sawyer’ Ford | Imagine Sawyer not wanting to give your bag back James ‘Sawyer’ Ford | Imagine Sawyer not realising he’s stolen your medication James ‘Sawyer’ Ford | Imagine having your first time with Sawyer James ‘Sawyer’ Ford | Imagine Sawyer noticing that Jack is your ex

Kate Austen | Imagine Kate comforting you when you lose a precious necklace

Sayid Jarrah | Imagine falling asleep on Sayid Sayid Jarrah | Imagine being selectively mute and only speaking to Sayid Sayid Jarrah | Imagine Sayid saving you Sayid Jarrah | Imagine Sayid scaring you when he turns ‘bad’ Sayid Jarrah | Imagine finding a pool with Sayid Sayid Jarrah | Imagine finding out Sayid is touch-starved

Shannon Rutherford | Imagine lending Shannon your inhaler

One Shots:

James ‘Sawyer’ Ford | Sandbox | Part 2

Preferences:

First Kiss

Night At The Museum

Imagines:

Kahmunrah | Imagine Kahmunrah falling in love with you

The Maze Runner

Imagines:

Gally | Imagine Gally falling in love with you Gally | Imagine trying to come up with a plan to be with Gally

NCIS

Imagines:

Leroy Jethro Gibbs | Imagine Gibbs reluctantly cuddling with you

One Shots:

Leroy Jethro Gibbs | His Closest Friend

Park And Rec

Imagines:

Ben Wyatt | Imagine comforting Ben after the Ice Town incident

One Shots:

Andy Dwyer | “Holy shit, you know Santa!”

Ben Wyatt | Happy Secrets

Peaky Blinders

One Shots:

Tommy Shelby | Eavesdrop

Preacher

Imagines:

Cassidy | Imagine being in a relationship with Cassidy Cassidy | Imagine getting up to mischief with Cassidy

Pushing Daisies

Imagines:

Emerson Cod | Imagine Emerson knitting you a sweater for Christmas Emerson Cod | Imagine being Emerson’s assistant

Ned the Piemaker | Imagine Ned falling in love with you when you become a regular Ned the Piemaker | “You’re covered in flour.” Ned the Piemaker | Imagine Ned baking you a pie

Reign

One Shots:

Sebastian ‘Bash’ de Poitiers | Real France | Part 2

Riverdale

Imagines:

Archie Andrews | Imagine everyone noticing you and Archie like each other Archie Andrews | Imagine being a Serpent that Archie falls for

Jughead Jones | Imagine editing Jughead’s manuscript Jughead Jones | Imagine becoming Jughead’s friend

Reggie Mantle | Imagine Reggie liking you

Sweet Pea | “Open your present!”

Veronica Lodge | I dressed down in this catwoman outfit for you and my party boob keeps escaping

One Shots:

Archie Andrews | Worry

Jughead Jones | Misery Loves Company

Sweet Pea | Blood, Tears, and... Corn?

Shadowhunters

Imagines:

Jace Wayland | Imagine Clary trying to go for Jace when he’s already dating you

Teen Wolf

Imagines:

Lydia Martin | Imagine Lydia helping you figure out which supernatural creature you are

Stiles Stilinski | Imagine helping Stiles through his night terrors Stiles Stilinski | Imagine being Scott’s little sister and having a crush on Stiles | Part 2 Stiles Stilinski | Imagine Stiles reacting to you getting terrible anonymous messages Stiles Stilinski | “Fine, you can put the topper on the tree.” Stiles Stilinski | “My gingerbread house is prettier than yours.”

One Shots:

Brett Talbot | His Angel

Stiles Stilinski | Unsteady Stiles Stilinski | Not Anymore Stiles Stilinski | Jealousy

Theo Raeken | In the Neighbourhood (kinda NSFW)

Headcanons:

Stiles Stilinski | Dating Stiles would include Stiles Stilinski | How Stiles reacts to you breaking up with him Stiles Stilinski | Taking Stiles to meet your parents would include

Theo Raeken | Dating Theo would include

X-MEN

Imagines:

Erik ‘Magneto’ Lehnsherr | Imagine Erik trying to help with dinner by using his powers Erik ‘Magneto’ Lehnsherr | “You’ve never had a New Year’s kiss?”

Charles ‘Professor X’ Xavier | “Why does the house smell like a cinnamon roll threw up?”

Charles and Erik | Imagine being recruited into the X-Men by Charles and Erik

Wolverine / Logan | Imagine stealing Logan’s motorbike to get his attention after having a crush on him for so long

#masterlist #discontinued #admin

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bluejaysandblackbats · 3 months

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Daily Planet Classifieds

Fandom: DC Comics, Superfam, Young Justice 98, Titans

Summary: Laney Hausler is currently attending classes at Metropolis University when he sees a boy with his face in the library. At first, he thinks he's seeing things. Later, he starts to realize something strange is going on.

Conner Kent lives off-campus with his friends, but he sees a boy who eerily resembles him, and he hires a private investigator to look into the life of his doppelganger.

Chapters: 2/?

Characters: Jonathan Lane Kent, Conner Kent, Eddie Bloomberg, Rose Wilson, Bart Allen, Cassie Sandsmark, Cissie King-Jones, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Meloni Thawne, Vic Sage, Slade Wilson

Relationships: Past KonBart, Clois

Additional Tags: Father-Son Relationship, Father-Daughter Relationship, No Powers AU, Found Family, Stalking, Family Secrets, No Powers AU, No Capes AU, Complicated Relationships, University AU, Roommates, Private Investigator, Twins, Multiple POV, First Person POV, Obsession, Psychological Drama, Complicated Relationships, Unrequited Love, Platonic Relationships

Chapter Two: Move-In Day (Conner's POV)

Pop insisted on carrying the heavy boxes. He was worried about me ever since the incident happened. That’s why I opted to go to college in the city. Pop had panic attacks most of my life because of it. Mom didn’t like to talk about it anymore. She used to be obsessed with putting up posters and telling me to look for someone resembling me… But it’d been fourteen years, and I’d almost forgotten his name. It was a strange memory. It freaked my parents out whenever I asked about it. So I didn’t ask at all. Pop went through his speech about strangers and sticking close to my friends. “Yeah, Pop. I know. I know,” I replied, “Listen, are you gonna be okay?”

“I’m a seven-minute drive from here, Conner… So, if you need me to come get you or you wanna come home and spend the night-.”

“Pop, I pushed this back for over two weeks now. I gotta move in before school starts,” I interrupted. He set the box down in Bart and I’s bedroom on my side of the room.

“Hi, Uncle Clark, want the rest of my lamb pasta?” Bart asked. Pop sat in a chair by Bart’s bed.

“Is it good?” Pop questioned. Bart pulled a fork out of thin air and shrugged. Pop twirled the pasta around his fork and scooped up peas and meat.

Pop made a soft noise, and Bart grinned. While Pop was distracted, I went to the car to get the last of my things. It was a box my parents packed for me as a surprise. I wasn’t supposed to open it until I got settled. It was heavier than I thought it’d be. I lugged it to the elevator, where I bumped into Cissie. “You’re actually moving in,” Cissie grinned. She always poked fun at me like the mean little sister I never had. “How’s Mr. Kent?”

“I thought he was gonna need a sedative on the way here, but Bart’s got him distracted for right now,” I replied. She let me in, and I set my box on the floor in the living room. She went to our room to hang out with Bart. I think they planned on watching a movie or something. “Jeez, Pop, that box weighs a ton!” I shouted.

“Don’t open it yet!” Pop shouted as he entered the room with Bart’s pasta.

“I won’t,” I answered. Pop sat on the couch and messed up my hair. It wasn’t something he did often. I think to him I was half ghost, half kid. So, he kept his distance physically. I never noticed it until that moment. His affection for me was always with words and actions. I couldn’t remember a time when he hugged me for the sake of hugging me. The last time he held me was when I was sick. That was two years ago, though. I savored any physical affection my Pop offered, and today was no different.

“I’ve gotta go soon, but I want you to take good care of yourself… This is your first night away from home, and-. Conner, give me a hug, okay?” Pop whispered. I hesitated. It finally sunk in for me that I’d left home. If I hugged him, he’d go home… And I wouldn’t be going home with him.

“Not yet, okay? Let me walk you to the Planet,” I replied, “I wanna say bye to Mom, too.”

Pop nodded, and we took the stairs. We were stalling for as much time as we could get. Mom sat outside like she’d been expecting us. She had a smile on her face and tears in her eyes. “Mom, don’t-.” She stood up and embraced me.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Mom laughed as she hugged me. “Don’t open your box until after you’ve settled in… And by settled in, I mean make your bed at least.”

I nodded, and I hugged her once more. “Be good, okay?” Mom requested.

“I will, Mom,” I replied. She patted my arm and left Pop and me alone. He rubbed his arm awkwardly, and I smiled for him. He didn’t want to cry, but I knew it was coming. He pushed his glasses up and glanced over my head to avoid looking me in the eye. I wrapped my arms around him and shoved my face in his chest. “It’s gonna be weird, isn’t it?” I asked. He kissed the top of my head, and I could feel his tears hit my scalp. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll buy a taser.”

I wanted him to laugh more than anything. “I know you’ll still be close to home, but I’m going to miss coming home to you,” Pop mumbled.

“Well, we can do dinner at least twice a month… And when I’m not busy with school, I can drop by and do stuff around the house if you want,” I replied, “Also, thanks for being so cool about all this.”

“You’re a great kid… Your mom and I raised an amazing kid. You’re not perfect, but you’re honest and kind… And this will help you be more responsible,” Pop whispered as he pulled away and looked into my eyes. “You have to be responsible for yourself now. That means eating healthy without being reminded to save money and care for your health.”

“I will, Pop. I promise. Don’t worry about me,” I smiled, “I’m gonna be fine… I have to go because I have a thing at the school for Film majors. Also, they’re giving out free food for lunch,” I replied. Dad smiled.

“Is Bart going with you?” Dad asked.

“They’re giving out free food,” I replied. Dad laughed.

“Right… Right,” Dad replied, “Um… I’ve only said this five hundred times, but be good. Okay?”

“I will. Tell Mom that I love her! And I love you too!” I replied as I turned to run off. I met Bart halfway down the street from our apartment, and he playfully bumped into me.

“How’d Uncle Clark take it?” Bart asked. Bart and I grew up together. He was like me, except his twin didn’t vanish without a trace. They were identical the same way my brother and I were. That’s why he called my dad Uncle Clark. Bart was the only one of my friends other than Tim that knew about my twin.

I always thought it was my fault. I was only four years old when it happened. I remembered the day, but it’d been so long since I heard my brother’s name. We were sick, but I remember the strange fogginess of the hospital at nighttime with its dim fluorescent lights and constantly moving doctors. I thought I was dreaming, but I saw him between dreams. My fever dreams… The doctor. The man unhooked my brother from his IV, helped him out of bed, and I swear my twin waved at me. I had nightmares about it. The little boy with my face, waving as if he knew we’d never see each other again. I should’ve called for him. I should’ve cried… But I did nothing.

“Pop took things better than I thought he would. Mom didn’t stick around for long… I think she took it worse than Pop did,” I answered, “How’d your mom take it?”

“Not as bad as when Thad left after graduation… Funny. I cried more than she did once she left,” Bart laughed. That’s how I knew he missed her. He wouldn’t have admitted that to anybody. “Are you good? You look sick.”

“I’m fine… I-. Bart, don’t you miss Thad?” I asked.

“Thinking about twin stuff again?” Bart questioned. I nodded. “Are you having the nightmares again?”

“I never stopped having them,” I confessed. Bart frowned.

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runnning-outof-time · 1 year

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Music Tag Game 🎶

Rules Music taste is a very telling thing. Create a new post and name 1-5 your favourite songs in each category. Don't be afraid to be too obvious! Tag users you want to get to know better. Don't forget to have fun :)

Thanks so much to @loveisalwaystheanswer and @there-goes-thefighter for tagging me - I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this 🥰

Putting it under the cut because there’s a lot…I’ve added links to all of the songs if you wanna check them out:

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Last songs: Rose by Allan Rayman , Too Bad by Rival Sons , Wild Eyes by The Glorious Sons , Matador by Brother Elsey

Best songs from TV/movie: I’m IN LOVE with The Revanent’s score … I also love Keep the Wolves Away by Uncle Lucius (from Yellowstone) , Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey (from The Great Gastby) and Life Is A Highway by Rascal Flatts (from Cars).

Favorite songs about love (happy or not): When It’s Love by Van Halen , Light My Love by Greta Van Fleet , All Your’n by Tyler Childers , Rock and a Hard Place by Bailey Zimmerman

Songs that could be the soundtrack to your life: I Walk on Water by KALEO , Panic Attack by The Glorious Sons , Love All by The Badlees , Dreamer by Brother Elsey , Makin’ It by Bishop Gunn , Mountain Hymn by Rhiannon Giddens

Songs that always make you want to dance: CAROUSEL by 5 Seconds of Summer , A Bit of Both by Allen Stone , Through the Echoes by Paolo Nutini , Circles by Post Malone , Hey Gringo by KALEO

Songs that always make you want to cry: Pink Motel by The Glorious Sons , Every Light In The House by Trace Adkins , Hold On Till May by Pierce the Veil

Songs with the best lyrics: Two States by The Badlees , Repeat by Luke Hemmings , Fine Line by Harry Styles

Songs you want to listen to when you're alone in the car: Over Now by Post Malone , IV. Sweatpants by Childish Gambino , Space Bound by Eminem , Easy Come, Easy Go by Daveed Diggs and Rafael Casal , FOR YOUR LOVE by Måneskin (I listen to explicit songs alone…can’t be cursin in front of my momma)

Songs that bring you back to yourself when your life is a mess: Matador by Brother Elsey, I’m Not Here Anymore by The Badlees, Stone by Whiskey Myers , Comedown by Luke Hemmings , White Noise by The Glorious Sons

Favourite instrumental songs: The Wheel by Woody Jackson (from Red Dead Redemption 2) , Gehanna by Thomas Newman (from 1917) , Free State of Jones by Nicholas Britell (from Free State of Jones)

Songs that make you feel like you're invincible and very cool: All Directions by Rival Sons , Fear of Falling by The Badlees , The Weight of Dreams by Greta Van Fleet , Bulls In The Bronx by Pierce the Veil

Guilty pleasure songs you're embarrassed to admit that you like: What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction…? Idk if I have any guilty pleasure songs because I’ll rep all of my music proudly.

Songs that can describe your current mood: Shapeless Art by The Glorious Sons , Word of Mouth by Allan Rayman , Bleach by 5 Seconds of Summer , Good Day by Brett Eldredge

If you wanted to be serenaded, what songs would you prefer: Adore You by Harry Styles , My Fair Lady by KALEO , Shameless by Garth Brooks , The One You Need by Brett Eldredge

Songs you'd recommend everybody to listen to (you can explain why if you want):

End of Forever by Rival Sons

On top of this amazing music in this song, the lyrics make me feel like I’m standing on the top of a mountain with the wind coming towards me. This band’s music is amazing - I highly recommend listening to them.

White Noise by The Glorious Sons

It’s got the same feeling as the song above. I don’t quite know what the lyrics mean, but I feel them in my soul. This band’s music is also amazing - I highly recommend them as well.

Stardust Chords by Greta Van Fleet

I guess I’m on a roll with songs that make you feel like you’re standing at the edge of the Earth haha … this song is much like the two above it. It feels like an entire ethereal experience. I also highly recommend this band.

Diamonds in the Coal by The Badlees

I love this song and this band because they’re local for me and it feels like they’re singing about me and the places I’ve seen/been. This song is the perfect example of that.

Alabama by Bishop Gunn

I love the storytelling in this song. It took me a couple listens to get what the twist was, but it was surely an ‘aha’ moment once I realized it.

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Tagging (no pressure): @dandelionprints @cillmequick @look-at-the-soul @l1-l4 @midnightmagpiemama

#tagged in #k’s music recs

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Hiii just dropping in here to say I'm really really happy you're writing WMMH again 😭💖💖 don't get me wrong, I love your new stuff and your writing is always awesome (esp that new Mathias fic!!!!) but I think WMMH holds a special place in my heart for being the fic to convert me into loving Cyberpunk!Alfred jfjfnfjd

Cyberpunk Alfred has my whole soul. He has the deepest and truest characterization in that story, and the same goes for Allen. But even a basic summary would capture their personalities down to a T:

Alfred, the bull-headed vigilante on a quest to preserve humanity on the precipice of collapse. Allen, the poor mechanic who finally lands some stability by fadoodling with organized crime a corporation. An unstoppable force meets an immovable object. Who will come out on top? None of them. Your dad does.

Also, I’m so fucking glad you’re staying so in tune! It does a lot to keep me motivated. Have this treat while you wait 👀 I wanted to finish the chapter but it’s super late and I didn’t want to get lazy.

(It’s also nice to see you enjoyed Viking Mathias 😉)

What makes me human

[Cyberpunk! America x reader] 4

(remastered)

“You know him?” You frowned. Allen never stuck around to answer, bursting into a sprint to chase after the fugitive. Before he disappeared into the crowd, you ran after him, unable to drop your quest for the truth. “Wait!” You called out. “Who is he?”

“Remember that crazy shoot-out that took out three whole floors of the building?” He never slowed his pace, letting the gap between you both grow larger by the second. But that was what he intended, as much as it hurt to leave you behind. “The terrorist that killed half our men? That’s him. That’s the guy.”

“Christ on a bike,” Alfred hissed.

While he darted his head from left to right, all he could hear was the frantic whirring in his chest, then the dripping of a gutter nearby. Hiding in an alleyway wasn’t exactly hiding, and if he was found, he was as good as dead. Everything he fought for would go down with him to the grave if he even got one.

Whipping his head to the street, he expected to see a dirty asphalt road, only to see anything but.

A pair of scarlet red eyes burned so brightly at him, all he saw was purple as he was shoved against the wall with a heavy ‘thump.’

“Shit—” He seethed. A combat knife jabbed at his face, and it would’ve skewered right through him if he hadn’t caught his assailant’s hand. Tightening his grip on it, their arms began trembling as they pitted their raw strength against each other.

“Is this how Mizumoto greets old friends? Doesn’t seem very polite.” Alfred grinned, voice straining.

“When I realized (F/N) was gone, I knew someone had taken her,” Allen spoke in a low tone. He pressed the blade deeper into the other’s skin, darkening his glare. “And look who I run into. Alfred fucking Jones himself. You have some balls trying to steal from us again after we nearly killed you last time.”

Where there should’ve been blood, was nothing but a transparent slither of body fluid. He was the same freak he remembered, an artificial killing machine that couldn’t bleed. But Allen wasn’t afraid. And that lack of fear was what put them in the same league.

“But the thing is, you didn’t.” He spat, shoving the knife away. “I won’t stop until I get that chip. You know I won’t. ‘Specially when you corpo assholes are getting something that shouldn’t be had!”

Alfred raised his leg and kneed him in the crotch.

“Gh—!” Allen hunched over with two hands over his jewels. In his bout of disorientation, he was kicked back to a safe distance. While he hissed in pain, wincing some, he glared at Alfred through his eyebrows. “Real classy of you to do that, dipshit.”

When he straightened up, he spat at the other’s feet.

“I’m doing you a favor by telling you to give up,” He shook his head, raising his arms. “Do you really think you can make a difference to the world by yourself?” Already, Allen knew he was wasting his breath by reasoning with him. Alfred was blinded by hatred and his self-righteousness all the same.

It showed in his unwavering gaze, which burned with a faith that could put any religion to shame.

“I mean, look around you!” Even in that brief pause, they heard something in the background. They always heard something, be it the mechanical hum of the city, or the echo of spokespeople in ads. “Cyberpunk. That’s what we’re existing in. It’s our present and future until we blow ourselves apart.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re the yakuza’s lapdog,” Alfred scoffed, raising his brows.

“So?” Allen leaned against the wall behind him. Fishing out a cigarette, he lit the end and took a puff. “If you’re not cops, you’re little people. And if you’re a Mizumoto, you don’t have to be a fucking pig.”

“If we’re going off personal reasons, then there’s nothing wrong with what I’m doing either.”

“You killed thirty-one people that day,” The other snarled. How this guy could preach justice when he had such little regard for human life was beyond him. “And you still didn’t get what you wanted. I would’ve taken that as a sign to move the fuck on.”

“Oh, I was just getting started,” Alfred laughed dryly, watching Allen tense up with unbridled anger. Veins bulged around his neck, and he flushed crimson. “Killing yakuza is what I live for. You and her are the worst class of criminals to walk Los Angeles.”

Allen threw him against the wall.

His entire body pulsed to his rapid heartbeats, and his eyes narrowed with a manic kind of malice.

“I’m warning you, Alfred. Leave her out of this.”

“Or what, you gonna kill me?” He grimaced, never faltering from the threat, nor the chokehold. If Allen wanted to do away with him, or worse, take him in, he would’ve tried harder. But just as he suspected, he didn’t have the power to make that decision.

“Don’t tempt me.”

“What’s stopping you?”

“I don’t have the orders to.”

“Not even to save her?” Alfred shoved him back, his tone thick with scorn. That shut Allen up. He could revel in his lie all he wanted, that he was living a life of freedom and class. But at the end of the day, he was only hired gun. “You really are a lapdog.”

Alfred: Fuck the yakuza. All my homies hate the yakuza

(If you’ve read chapter 14 onwards, it’s safe to read under the cut)

But believe me, you haven’t seen anything yet. I think about the conflict between Alfred and his clone every day. And I think about how they’d clash in a literal clone war. Like, fuck. Not sure if you’ve seen Altered Carbon, but the main protagonist literally just did Rock Paper Scissors to decide which version lives.

#ask answered #thanks for the ask anon!#what makes me human #WMMH #update #edit #remaster #alfredosauce50 #hetalia fanfiction #hetalia #hetalia x reader #scifi romance #sci-fi #cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077

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#HARPERSMOVIECOLLECTION

2023

I re-watched Indiana Jones And The Kingdom Of The Crystal Skull (2008)

Indy 5 is coming and my excitement is incalculable. So let's take a look at the biggest let down of my life, Indy 4.

Indiana Jones has to fight against evil Russians while they hunt for Crystal Skulls that were left here by aliens or whatever the fuck this movie is about. I really can't bring myself to give a shit.

Can a movie be simultaneously lazy and convoluted at the same time? You betcha.

While everyone is certainly here to play, it's still seems that this film is almost immediately off the rails. Perhaps there was just way too much pressure.

The highlights-

1. Care Blanchet is always great and she's a wonderful villain.

2. Steven Spielberg's direction still makes for good pacing and somewhat enjoyable scenes.

3. Harrison Ford is once again playing Indiana Jones and that is always awesome.

Beyond that the plot is very iffy. The idea was that instead of an image to 30's film serials like the previous films, this Indiana Jones would be more like a 1950's sci Fi movie. While I admire the creativity, the story and the characters seem like they are from separate worlds. It's like an Indiana Jones movie from an alternate universe.

The second big problem is that the characters are not fun. While Indy is still Indy and Blanchet is doing a great villain, the rest of the supporting roles are deeply annoying. Ray Winstone's double crossing and triple crossing Mac is pointless to the film. Shia Labeouf as Mutt is the film equivalent of Scrappy Doo without the charm. John Hurt is wasted as a professor character gone mute and dumb and Karen Allen (back as Marion from the original film) seems more like lazy fan service than a good plot point.

I suppose they meant to humanize Indy by giving him a family. What they failed to realize is no one wants to see Indiana Jones the family man, just like they don't want to see James Bond the family man.

I don't care that the movie is full of 2008 CGI or that the hero of the movie escapes a nuclear blast in a lead lined fridge. These aren't great things mind you, but they don't ruin the movie. What ruins the movie is that fans waited this long for a fourth installment and what they got seemed to be a prequel to the adventures of Mutt Williams, complete with a scene where Shia Labeouf swings with CGI monkeys and a messy plot that features aliens.

My only other complaint is that the other Indy films feel like globe trotting adventures. No matter the dated special effects you get a sense of grandeur. This film feels small and rather than going from location to location the feeling is of going from set to set. It suffocates the adventure feeling.

It's not a completely shit movie. It's an ok movie, even if it's just barely ok.

The real problem is how dissapointing it is as part of one of the greatest film franchises of all time and how it does no jusitice to a character that is so beloved.

OH!! And the Crystal skulls are really stupid and fake looking. Boo to that design.

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✨💼 🍎

Rodney :)

✨ How did you come up with the OC’s name? sdkjhfgsd the same way I come up with all my OC's names..... I thought about him Real Hard until something that Sounded Right appeared in my brain. and then I decided I wanted his full name to be dumb and long and he became Rodney Allen Jones-Whittaker. Through much the same process. 💼 What do they do for a living? He's a trash collector! Up there bright and early in the morning riding the back of the truck and Huckin' Cans 6(v-v)9 He kinda doesn't have a degree in anything, or even a high school diploma I don't think... So his options were Limited, but he doesn't mind, it's physical, it's outside, barely anyone talks to him, it's a pretty sweet deal really.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

ah geez well... .. they're dead.... so... but when they were alive they weren't ehhh they weren't Great. Rodney was always Seen as more of a problem child than his brother (though in reality Samson was Just as bad if not worse) and so they would always come down on Him when something went awry.. He didn't Want to dislike him, and they Did love him but it was just.. Abrasive. Lotta folks not willing to Budge and all that.

#monster noises #they died when he was like 18- 20 #so they never really got to reforge the relationship in anyway

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A Review of “Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny (2023)”

The original Indiana Jones trilogy is one of my favourite movie trilogies. It was exciting, adventurous and just plain delightful to watch! The 4th entry which came out 19 years after the 3rd movie was unfortunately not as entertaining but it did have a solid ending that felt like a finale. So to my surprise, 15 years later we now have a 5th entry with an even OLDER Indy! Is this a step up from the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull? or is it another pointless sequel?

The first 20 minutes of this movie is a flashback sequence with a de-aged Harrison Ford. It is one of the best sequences in this movie. It gave me a lot of the vibes and energy of the original trilogy. The stunts, staging, and action were classic Indiana Jones. There are some other great action set pieces as well such as the parade sequence and the Tuk Tuk chase which were thoroughly entertaining. The cinematography is also a huge step up from the 4th entry. The movie is pleasant to look at for the majority of the runtime. I am also thankful that there isn't as much CGI and greenscreen as it was in the previous entry. There is still CGI but it isn't as terrible. Additionally, The legendary composer, John Williams, returns and continues to deliver an epic score in Dial of Destiny.

On that note, Harrison Ford still has it. He is still great as Indy and I don't get the 'phoning it in' feel that I see with a lot of older actors. This Indy is not as upbeat as he was in the original trilogy and some would even say grumpy. I don't particularly mind it and it was great seeing Harrison deliver some strong, poignant moments as the character. He still has the quip moments that you would expect and Harrison still manages to do it so naturally. Mads Mikkelson plays the Nazi antagonist and I love it. It is genuinely perfect casting. Boyd Holbrook plays the henchman and he is terrific at being so hateable which I enjoyed. Antonio Banderas also has a small role as a friend of Indy and I liked him a lot in his limited role to the point that I wish we got more of him. John Rhys-Davies and Karen Allen return as Sallah and Marion respectively. Both are just cameos but it was nice seeing them back in the final entry.

Sadly, this movie has plenty of issues. The de-aging is just very distracting. Visually, it looks all right but when Indy talks, it looks off. Even worse is the fact that the voice is still that of an 80-year-old Harrison Ford. It does not match the younger face which creates this jarring distraction. This entry is also the longest at 154 minutes and it is very noticeable. Every previous entry was 120 minutes or less and still successfully told a competent story. This one did not need to be that long and could easily cut 20-30 minutes off the runtime. There are so many slow scenes and padding that drag this movie down.

The most annoying aspect of this entry is the sidekick characters. Phoebe Waller-Bridge plays Helena Shaw, Indy's goddaughter. She might be the most dislikable sidekick character in this franchise. Her character is written in a way where she is never truthful, or genuine and is always using Indy in some way for her agenda. She is just constantly at odds with Indy which makes her so annoying. She does get her character development but it comes right near the end of the movie which is way too late. Her development isn't built up organically and just comes off as rather sudden. Even by the end, I am not sure if she even changed that much because her tone comes off as quite arrogant. There are also a lot of pointless characters that didn't add much apart from making the film longer. There is a second sidekick who is a kid named Teddy. He isn't remotely as enjoyable to watch as Short-Round and just felt like he was there so Helena had someone else to talk to. There is also a CIA agent character who added nothing to the plot but took screen time for some reason. Toby Jones plays Helena's dad and is a friend to Indy but he was never in any previous movies. It just comes off as weird to introduce a new friend in a final entry.

Overall, this is another disappointing and pointless sequel. There are times when this is way better than Kingdom of the Crystal Skull but also many times when it isn't. This entry was created to give a better send-off than Crystal Skull but I don't think it was successful in that. It is still a fine satisfying ending but so was The Last Crusade and Crystal Skull as well. So this entry didn't add anything. Still, it's enjoyable enough of a watch but I hope for the love of God that this is TRULY the FINAL entry.

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#harrison ford #fleabag #indiana jones #indiana jones and the dial of destiny #disney #disney plus #disney+#lucasfilm #star wars #movies #films #movie review #film review #indiana jones 5

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Quinn XCII Shares His M3F Festival Playlist At the end of January, Detroit's own Quinn XCII released his highly anticipated fifth studio album, The People's Champ. It seems like the pop-leaning genre-bender is running up a never-ending incline, collaborating with the likes of Big Sean and Chelsea Cutler, embarking on a North American tour in May with A R I Z O N A and Julia Wolf and becoming a festival staple across the country. Quinn also happens to be one of the headliners of Phoenix, Arizona festival mainstay M3F. Since its inception, charity has been at the core of the festival. Aside from providing entertainment with some of music's largest acts throughout its history from Kaytranada to ODESZA, the festival donates 100% of its proceeds, making it one of the most beloved non-profit festivals that takes advantage of the booming live music market for good. The festival has also announced its new M3F Fund, opening up funding to the public by offering an open application for other nonprofits or 501(c)(3) organizations, prioritizing funding related to community, education, arts and environment. This year's lineup features no shortage of heavy hitters. Alongside Quinn, Grammy-nominated vocalist Maggie Rogers, acclaimed producer Jamie xx, Compton house pioneer Channel Tres, Toro y Moi, Polo & Pan, Neil Frances and more will take the stage in beautiful Phoenix, Arizona from March 3 to 4. In anticipation of the exciting weekend, which PAPER will be gleefully participating in, Quinn has curated a special playlist that features a mix of old favorites and some hidden gems from fellow M3F performers. You can find out more information on the festival here. Keep scrolling to find some new music to take with you into the weekend.Novo Amor - "Haven"I recently heard this for the first time on tour in my hotel room in Australia. I nearly teared up from its simplicity. Such an easy listen!Chiiild - "Weightless"This one makes me feel something I can’t describe. It took two seconds of the intro to get me hooked. My friend Peter showed me this song — thanks, Peter.St. Paul & The Broken Bones - "Love Letter From A Red Roof Inn"I think this might be my favorite song on the playlist, such descriptive songwriting.Norah Jones - "Sunrise"Norah Jones has been an artist I’ve admired for years and I would love to work with her someday.Mulatu Astatke - "Tezeta (Nostalgia)"I found this song on TikTok. Someone suggested listening to Ethiopian funk music so I gave it a try and fell in love with this record.Mac Miller - "Wings"Mac Miller was one of my first concerts ever. I look up to him so much even after his passing. The way he progressed as a musician is something I strive to achieve everyday. The entire Swimming album got me out of a very lonely time on tour. Jim-E Stack feat. Bon Iver - "Jeanie"This one is bouncy and “aquatic” sounding (that’s the only way I can describe it lol). It always brings a smile to my face!Jack Johnson - "Posters"I think Jack is one of my favorite artists. I grew up listening to his music but “Posters” always remains the one song I come back to when I need a friendly musical hug.Allen Stone feat. Alessia Cara - "Bed I Made"The combination of Allen and Alessia’s voices on this song is immaculate. It has such a warm, comforting vibe. I love both of these artists so much.Leon Bridges - "Sho Nuff"I’ll listen to this when I need a pick me up on the road and to feel like I’m cool again lol. Leon Bridges never disappoints.You can view and listen to the completed playlist, curated by Quinn XCII, below.Photo courtesy of Sam Dameshek https://www.papermag.com/quinn-xcii-m3f-2659480865.html

#Quinn xcii #M3f fest #M3f festival #Jade Gomez#PAPER

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allenzaki · 1 year

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HEAVY METAL 🪐✨IN GMARO After a summer of lacking inspiration, I wanted to get back into the studio and create some fashion imagery. Collaborating with @yetasuncion @slaymodelsla is always a great way to get the creative juices going. We came up with a metallics inspired editorial shoot that was published in the November issue of @gmaromagazine SWIPE ➡️ to see some behind the scenes & outtakes Huge thank you to the team of creatives for making the shoot come to life 🙏🏽💫 Photographer ALLEN ZAKI @allenzaki Model BROOKLYN RAYNE SANTANA @ SLAY MODEL MANAGMENT @brxxklyn_rayne Makeup Artist NICOLE MAGUIRE @nicolewittman Hair Stylist T'NIQUE JONES @tniquejhair Wardrobe Stylist MANNY GUTIERREZ @styled.by.manny (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClAm3GzucCY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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fireandspiceland · 2 years

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I love talking about Arthur railing Allen but what about Arthur wanting to have his brains fucked out after having to deal with Mr. Alfred F. Jones at work all day 😳 so he spends the night guiding his sugar baby Allen through topping him 👀✨

#you can’t tell me Arthur doesn’t sometimes want to come home after work just to be taken apart and put back together again #he’s not the top he always tries to come across as #he can still be a dom with Allen Brat Jones balls deep inside him #but sometimes he just wants to feel things in a different way #writing prompt #aph england #2p america #mint chocolate #for this I was thinking about Arthur on his back and talking Allen through things while he’s a little more passive and needs to be taken #care of 🥺🥺🥺#but on the other hand.. Arthur riding Allen when he’s in the mood. could also be good 👀#also I think I figured out the B in the middle name (god bless I remembered it)#but it stands for brat. at least when Allen is with Arthur who’s nearly twice his age

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modernday-jay · 3 years

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if allen had the f. in his name it’d stand for fergalicious

#i stand by the fact that he has the dutchess album memorised #him catching feelings for alfred and all he listens to is clumsy HSMDHSM #even though if ANYTHING alfreds the one that #slippin oh tumblin oh #allen actually is always able to keep his cool but he listens to clumsy like its his anthem #the whole ‘the world is crushed and im all alone :(( the love bug comes right back up and BITES me and im BACK’#he gets way into that bit #then AGAIN he’s also a britney stan #allen britneybitch jones #i literally have a playlist called 'okay but are you fergalicious' and i should just call it allens playlist at this point

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Daily Planet Classifieds

Fandom: DC Comics, Superfam, Young Justice 98, Titans

Conner Kent lives off-campus with his friends, but he sees a boy who eerily resembles him, and he hires a private investigator to look into the life of his doppelganger.

Chapters: 8/?

Characters: Jonathan Lane Kent, Conner Kent, Eddie Bloomberg, Rose Wilson, Bart Allen, Cassie Sandsmark, Cissie King-Jones, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Meloni Thawne, Vic Sage, Slade Wilson

Relationships: Past KonBart, Clois

Additional Tags: Father-Son Relationship, Father-Daughter Relationship, No Powers AU, Found Family, Family Secrets, No Powers AU, No Capes AU, Complicated Relationships, University AU, Roommates, Private Investigator, Twins, Multiple POV, First Person POV, Psychological Drama, Complicated Relationships, Unrequited Love, Platonic Relationships

Chapter Eight: The Blackout (Conner's POV)

I slept at Reed’s two weeks after the party. I hadn’t slept much at all, though. Most nights, I tossed and turned until I woke up trembling and confused. I’d lost so much sleep that I wasn’t sure if I had a twin at all. I woke up beside Reed with a throbbing headache. I couldn’t stop shaking, “Hey… Conner?” Reed mumbled with his eyes shut. He reached out and touched my arm. “You’re shaking like a leaf.”

“Can we—? Can we take a walk?” I stammered. Reed pressed his face into the pillow and patted my leg.

“It’s late,” Reed whispered, “Try to lay down. Come here.”

“No, I can’t. Reed, I can’t relax… I have to—. I’m gonna go. I’m gonna take a drive,” I whispered before kissing his cheek, “It’s okay… I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Conner, don’t go,” Reed begged.

“It’s okay… I’m not mad. I’m just—. I—.” I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t catch my breath. As I slipped on my pants and shoes, I tried to hold on to a singular thought. I don’t know how I got there, but I sat in an unfamiliar living room with a man I’d only seen in passing. I had a cup of tea in my palms and a blanket wrapped around me.

“Do you know where you are?” he asked. I shook my head. “Do you know who you are?”

“I’m Conner Kent… You work at the Daily Planet,” I mumbled.

“I do… Freelance… I’m also a private investigator. My name is Vic Sage,” Vic introduced himself. He extended a hand, and I hesitated before shaking it.

“How did I get here?” I asked.

“I saw you standing outside the Daily Planet and recognized you as Lois and Clark’s kid. I thought you were on drugs… Are you on drugs?” Vic questioned. He shined a light in my eyes, and I flinched away.

“No. I don’t—. I don’t do drugs. I don’t even smoke weed… What time is it?” I asked. I patted my clothes for my phone.

“I don’t think you had it on you… It’s five a.m. You’ve been here for an hour. Do you want a ride back to the Daily Planet?” Vic offered. I nodded as I finished the cup of tea he gave me. I set it on a coaster and folded his blanket. “Come on… I’ll drop you off. Your parents might be there already.”

He took me straight there, and my Mom and Pop’s car was parked out front. Vic said he’d go in later, so I walked in alone. Mom noticed me first, and she made me sit down. “Hi, I was about to text you,” Mom smiled. She held my face in her palms. And that’s when she noticed… Mom could always tell when I wasn’t myself. “You’re sick… How long have you been sick?”

“Mom, I’m not sick—.”

“You should make a doctor’s appointment just in case… Conner, you don’t look well. And—.” She touched my cheeks with the backs of her hands. “You’re warm. Conner, we can talk later—.”

“About what?” I asked. “I can talk now… What’s up, Mom?” She sat me at her desk, and Pop looked up from his computer.

“Conner? Are you sick?” Pop whispered. I shook my head.

“No… What’s going on?” I questioned.

Mom crouched beside me and rubbed my back. “Your father and I talked for several months, and we think it’s time we move forward with our lives,” Mom answered. I knit my brows together and stared at her.

“Your brother isn’t coming home… It’s time we accept that, and I—. We’re planning on having your brother legally declared dead—.”

“No!” I shouted. I didn’t expect to be so upset about it. Mom grabbed my arm and attempted to calm me down. “Nobody asked me how I felt about this. You’re not even asking me. You’re telling me.”

“It wasn’t an easy decision to make, but Conner—. Conner, he’s been missing for fourteen years,” Pop explained.

“No, you don’t understand. I saw my twin at a party—.”

Mom tried to look into my eyes. “Conner, please. I know it’s hard—.”

“I did! I saw him. I—.”

“Bart told us… That’s why we’re doing this. You need closure,” Mom explained.

I huffed as I walked out and ran into Vic. “What happened in there?” Vic questioned.

“They’re gonna—. You don’t know—.”

“They’re having your twin brother declared dead,” Vic interrupted. I gasped for air, and he walked me to his car. “Hey, it’s okay… It’s okay.”

“They can’t do this. I saw my brother,” I whimpered as tears streamed down my face. “I’m not crazy… But I feel crazy. I can’t sleep at night anymore, and I—. My brother’s not dead, and it’s eating me alive. I can’t ignore him anymore.”

“Where’d you see him?” Vic questioned.

“On campus. I was at a party on campus,” I answered. Vic took a notepad out of his jacket pocket and started writing. He ripped out a page and handed it to me.

“I can look into it. Now… Where do you want me to drop you off before I look into this?” Vic asked.

“My apartment is three blocks from here,” I replied. I dried my face and settled down. “Did you say you’d look into it so I’d stop freaking out?”

“No. I never thought your twin was dead. I was a detective in another city back then, but I like to look into everyone I meet… So, when I moved here and started working, I looked into your parents and read about his disappearance. Everyone thought you two kids were terminally ill when he disappeared. It doesn’t seem plausible that someone would kidnap and kill a terminally ill child. If he’s still alive, like you said, there’s a chance he has no idea he was kidnapped. He might see his kidnapper as a parent, so if you aren’t emotionally prepared for that, tell me now—.”

“I want to know if he’s alive. That’s all I care about,” I replied, “I’ll sleep better once I know for sure.”

I got home and saw Reed sitting in the living room with Bart. “Conner, you left your phone,” Reed whispered.

“Bart, can I speak to you in the bedroom?” I asked. Bart looked at me with his big amber eyes, and I frowned. “What?”

“Conner, I’m sorry about earlier—.”

“Why did you tell my mom and pop about the party?” I snapped. “You had no right—.”

“What was I supposed to do? Let you drive yourself crazy over something you might’ve imagined?” Bart asked.

I was exhausted and angry with him. “You need...” I remembered no one else knew about my twin. “You need to mind your fucking business.” Bart opened his mouth to say something and caught himself.

“Fine… If that’s how you want it, Conner… But keep your guests out of our bedroom,” Bart muttered. Reed rubbed his neck as he watched Bart disappear into our room.

“Can I ask—?”

“Please don’t… I have to take a shower. Do you—?” Reed kissed me. I planned to ask him if he could wait for me, but the distraction was welcomed. “Care to join me?” I asked. Reed smiled and nodded.

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I don’t believe in Hell, but I’m sure there will be punishment for this. @modernday-jay this is all your fault.

warning: 1p/2p americest, smut

Sometimes Allen Jones still can’t believe his luck. His considerate, sweet, adorkable boyfriend, Alfred Jones (no relation, of course) has turned out to be an absolute sex god in the bedroom (and other places) with stamina that almost surpasses Allen’s—no small feat for sure.

Alfred F. Jones. The mythical man who can do both.

And he has a whole ten goddamn inches.

…which Allen would like very much to have inside him right now and he isn’t feeling too particular about where. Alfred, however, seems determined to torture him.

“You’re so good, baby,” Alfred murmurs in that dark bedroom voice of his. “You’re doing so good.” He has both of Allen’s legs hooked over his shoulders with three fingers scissoring slowly in and out of Allen’s ass. Alfred turns his head slightly to place a kiss on Allen’s ankle.

Allen writhes on the mattress. His cock throbs and drips pre-cum on his stomach. As instructed, his hands stay fisted in the sheets. “Fuck! Al! Get on with it!” he half commands, half begs. The consequences are immediate and he arches off the bed as Alfred’s fingers massage him in just the right spot.

Alfred hums casually in harmony with Allen’s desperate sobs, simply enjoying the reactions his ministrations elicit. He drizzles more lube on his fingers and slides them in and out, pushing against that spot that makes Allen gasp and whine.

Allen thinks he might die like this. “I taught—nnghh—taught you too well.”

Alfred sends him a slight smirk as he adds a fourth finger, never altering his languid pace. “You taught me how to make you feel good. You don’t like feelin’ good?”

Allen pants like he’s choking as Alfred’s large, warm fingers stretch him and caress his walls, all while staring at him with darkened blue eyes. Oh the agony and the ecstasy of having found someone who can actually keep up with him. “Al, Al… please, oh fuck.” Alfred has yet to touch Allen’s cock at all and he already feels like he could burst.

“I just love the way you look with my fingers so deep inside you, pretty boy,” Alfred purrs because he knows exactly what that does to Allen.

With no warning, Allen’s orgasm hits him like a freight train and he cums all over his stomach and chest. “Ahhh~! Oh fuck, Alfred! Hnnnnggg~” He can’t see anything but stars, can’t feel anything but Alfred’s skilled fingers.

“Mmm,” Alfred moans. “That was so good, babe. You look so pretty when you cum.”

Jesus, wasn’t Alfred basically a virgin before they met? Where did that filthy mouth come from?

Oh right, Allen thinks with a self-satisfied grin in his mind. Outwardly, he is still shaking and trying to catch his breath.

Alfred gently lowers Allen’s legs and leans down, dragging his pink tongue over Allen’s bronze skin, lapping up the white viscous fluid all over it. “God, you taste good.”

Allen could cry. He decides then and there that Alfred is too sexy to live and he’ll have to kill him. For the good of humanity. After he gets tired of Alfred’s dick, of course.

As if that would ever happen.

If he could move at all, he would flip them over and impale himself on Alfred and ride him for all he’s worth.

It turns out, he doesn’t need to because the next thing he hears is Alfred’s low, guttural groan above him and the next thing he feels is Alfred’s massive cock filling him completely.

“Fuck.”Alfred sinks all the way in, pausing only for a moment before shifting his hips.

Allen takes a deep breath. “Wait. Just stay like that—oh fuck, always forget you’re so big—I just wanna feel you. For a minute. Please.” He settles himself, as if he were going to cockwarm Alfred (and that thought almost makes him cum again), except he just wants to feel this. His head falls back as his nerves register every inch. “So full,” he moans.

Alfred holds himself over Allen steadily, but his control is clearly slipping. “Love you so hot and loose like this.” His breath catches when Allen reflexively squeezes around him. “You ready?”

“You would know,” Allen replies with a cheeky grin. “Don’t hold back, big boy.”

Alfred rolls his eyes before pulling out and then slamming back in.

At the rhythm Alfred sets, Allen can do nothing but go along for the ride. But wow, what a ride.

Alfred’s almost mindless dirty talk consists entirely of adoring Allen. “You take me so good, babe. So fucking good.”

In a state of pure bliss, Allen focuses only on Alfred, on tightening around Alfred’s cock so Alfred will fill him with cum. It seems to be working as Alfred thrusts in and out, babbling praise for Allen’s body, his voice, his skills as a lover.

The steady rhythm becomes erratic and Allen wraps his legs around Alfred to prevent him from slipping out. Alfred bites down hard on Allen’s shoulder when he cums, hips jerking and cock spasming as Allen’s walls clamp down on him.

Alfred doesn’t pull out when it’s over and Allen loves him for that. He does reposition them so they are spooning. He reaches around and strokes Allen’s half-hard cock. “Just give me a minute,” he says. “Then we can go for round two.”

#americest #smut #wfsn #...god what have I done #XD

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