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zoidbergs-muse · 10 months
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Monday Night Book Club
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nat111love · 2 years
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 ADAN CANTO  as  ARMAN MORALES
THE CLEANING LADY | 2x02  Lolo And Lola   
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carpefuckingomnia · 2 months
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Commie Faggot
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tropicalfreckles · 7 months
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Here is a silly doodle I made for my friend of our fujigoe oc kids
(Goemon XIV on the left who is mine, Yumi on the right is my buddies. Siblings who bicker about who is the better samurai.)
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Safe and Sound
When Eddie and Steve settle into their relationship, the Party notices some...interesting changes about their Dungeon Master and their favorite babysitter.
Eddie has always been one of the most alert people they have known. It probably comes with the drug dealing territory and also being the town freak, he never knew when he’d get jumped on the street or simply tossed around for a good laugh of the local jocks. He always watched his surroundings like a hawk, his dark eyes sharp in contrast to the laid back smile. Eddie was quick on his feet, always ready to move out of the way or jump to the higher ground.
The Party can’t exactly put a finger on it at first, but there is definitely something different now that Eddie and Steve sat them down, explained to them that they got their wish, they finally get along, actually, they might be getting along way more than they ever hoped, and after some clarification ("is it because all of your dates in last year sucked, Steve?" asked Dustin and got smacked by Max in return) the Party congratulated them and pretended to gag at every display of affection. The first one to notice the change is Erica, they are all walking to get some ice cream before they continue their campaign and Eddie is taking notes, mumbling to himself and scribbling numbers in his notebook. Steve walks next to him, just a mere friend to an outsider's gaze. Eddie is completely immersed in the campaign planning and he nearly walks into the street light - but only nearly because Steve is there, gently grabbing Eddie's elbow and redirecting him out of harm's way. The metalhead just mutters "thanks, love" and keeps taking notes as if nothing has just happened. Erica rolls her eyes and scoffs at Eddie. "What happened to attention to your surroundings, not cool anymore?" and Eddie just smirks, not looking up from his notes, while Steve answers: "It's okay, I got him. Let him work on your dragon hunting thing so he actually gets some sleep tonight." Erica doesn't say anything after that, but the wheels are turning in her head. 
The summer is very hot this time, and they decide to go swimming to the quarry, burying the bad memories under a pile of new ones, joyful ones. Steve stays with Eddie on the shore while the seven children test the water, splash each other and slowly escalate to a full-scale war. Mike spits out a mouthful of water after being dunked and prepares for counter attack, but his opponent - Max - is distracted. She's looking at their babysitters, slightly frowning. "I swear that normally Steve would be shouting his vocal chords away that we're taking it too far," she says and squints to look why they're not getting the usual load of motherly care. It appears that Steve is...sleeping? Well, that is unusual. His head is in Eddie's lap while the other man strokes his hair, watching the teenagers play. Max just shrugs and goes back to drowning Mike, but she makes sure to check on the two of them afterwards. 
"Something wrong, Red?" smiles Eddie, his voice quiet not to wake Steve up. The hand in his hair doesn't let up. 
Max shakes her head, watching the rise and fall of Steve's distractingly hairy chest. "No, it's just...I haven't seen him this relaxed in a while. I got kind of worried when he didn't yell at us for...well," she points towards the water where Mike and Lucas are wrestling. 
Eddie just smirks. "He deserves the rest. You know he's been watching you tiny shits for years nonstop, so I'm taking over when he lets me. And as far as I'm concerned, if there is no loss of life or limbs, you're good. But keep it tame. If you make me get over there and wake Stevie up, there might be loss of life after all. Now off you go, gang up on Wheeler or something."
It's Will who manages to articulate what they're all unable to when Steve hosts the next Hellfire Club meeting, carrying trays of baked snacks to the table. His hand slips a bit, but before anything falls and ruins the pristine carpet, Eddie is there, stabilizing him. "I got you, love," he mutters and takes the tray from his hands. Steve just smiles back, no words needed. 
When they disappear into the kitchen to bring drinks, Will smiles to himself. "They look so in sync," he mentions to Max who seems to be sharing his thoughts. "They've always been so..."
"Sharp? Alert? Freaking out about the next catastrophe?" she supplies. 
Will nods. "Yeah. It's nice to see them finally being able to relax. I mean, I guess it comes with dating, but not for everyone. I'm happy for them. It...it must be nice," he finishes, a tinge of pink in his cheeks. 
Max just smiles at him and squeezes his hand under the table. "You will get there too," she assures him. "And then Erica will be on your case all the time when your...partner..." she says quietly, not daring to voice her suspicions aloud, "has to hold you back from jumping under a car because you're too caught up in sketching." 
Will snickers and Max joins in, giving his hand one final squeeze. "I'd like that," he says, his eyes bright, just like their future.
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sleepyeye17 · 1 year
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More of Steve playing DnD
“And with a groan, the ship sinks below the waves,” Eddie says.
“Hang on,” Dustin says. “So we’re in the lifeboat, but Lady Applejack and Sir Stephan are still in the water?”
“That is correct.”
“Okay, well, I want to help them. I hold out my oar to Lady Applejack.”
Eddie rolls. 
“You hold out your oar to Lady Applejack, and she grabs it, and climbs aboard. She’s shivering, but otherwise unharmed.”
“I want to help Sir Stephan,” Erica says. 
“Thank you,” Steve says. Eddie nods and rolls again.
“Sir Stephan Volfhair climbs out of the water, shirtless, the fabric of his pants clinging to his—“
“Woah woah woah!” Erica says. “Who are you, Jane Austin?” 
Eddie narrows his eyes at her. 
“First of all, don’t disrespect Jane. Second of all, I am simply setting the scene.”
“For the record, I think you’re doing an excellent job,” Steve says.
“Thank you.” Eddie falls back into his narrative voice. “The sea beast has spotted you!” Groans of dismay from the gang. “It rounds on you, it’s red eyes bulging, fangs dripping with blood!”
“Punch it!” Steve shouts. The gang turns to look at him. “Punch it in the face!”
“That’s your action?” Eddie asks.
“Yeah.”
“Roll strength, then.”
Steve rolls.
“Twelve?”
“Sir Stephan Volfhair lifts his mighty hand, his bare hairy chest wet with sea water, his muscles glistening in the moonlight—“
“Oh my god do you mind?” Mike snaps. 
“I don’t mind,” Steve says, grinning.
“I’m the one in charge here,” Eddie says. “I set the scene.”
Mike huffs and rolls his eyes. 
“His mighty fist comes down across the beast's neck and it lets out a howl of agony! It’s slowed down, but not yet dead. Sir Michael. What do you do?”
“I stab it with my sword.” He rolls and cheers. “Natural twenty!”
“Excellent! Sir Michael stabs the serpent. It dies.”
“Seriously?” Mike says. “That’s it?”
“Yes, you kill the serpent.”
“Where are my glistening muscles?”
“You don’t have any. Moving on.”
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cwarscars · 4 months
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Ngl that trailer was, a lot to take in (Seeing a pattern here with these trailers lmao) i loved what i saw and seeing the gang was like my own reunion lmao
(( literally - everytime i watch one of the rebirth trailers, i have to then rewatch several times just to like - take - it all in ! but my god, i'm so excited !
( dont get me wrong, scared heidegger will only get 2 mins of screentime - something i understand but am GUTTED by )
but holy shit!
cid looks so amazing! i am concerned about his character and i'm hoping that his whole 'i'll help you uwu' spiel in the trailer is him either taking the piss or after aerith does something for him. after all, i love me a nasty cid. i think because of the kingdom hearts series etc, people think cid is the wholesome dad type character and seem to forget that the guy is a chain smoker who regularly verbally abuses his only friend lol.
vincent looks incredible - i keep seeing peeps say he looks like seph but bro, he looks like rufus! if you gave him blonde hair and blue eyes, he'd legit be rufus. not sure if that's a case of same face courtesy elena / tifa or they wanted him to look similar to rufus. but trust - compare their noses they look super similar!
dyne just...urgh, my heart. i used to write dyne a very long time ago because i love his story and im glad to see that they're largely keeping it the same. LOVE his look and am hoping he kills himself like in the original. we need more powerful punch storytelling like that in games again, i hope they don't wimp out on that.
biggs looks incredible and im interested in the idea of him surviving where the others died. i am a little so-so on the alt timeline stuff. not a fan, didn't care for the whispers etc but im sure i'll appreciate it.
seeing jessie made my heart skip a beat because she looked so lovely and i love @svnsworn's rendition of her and instantly thought of her writing and seeing jessie again and ahhhhhh
im very excited to see characters like cait sith and dio and such - nobody is talking about dio's body but i have taken note of this lol. im also hoping - by seeing this trailer - that aerith does die. i love her but her death is so important and i dont want them to chicken out of fear of fan backlash. i also really liked that the trailer included lines from the original (such as the bugenhagen bit and aerith's line at the end etc).
overall, i am SUPER excited and really looking forward to what they give us. like remake, i dont think it'll be perfect but i do think it'll be wonderful and im crazy hyped to see my childhood memories looking so fresh and beautiful in today's graphics
(also dios hairy chest) ))
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sheep-and-lykos · 2 years
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Downfall: Werewolf!Blackwatch!Jesse McCree x Fem!Reader (NSFW)
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Chapter 1: The Moon
This Chapter Contains: Oral Sex, Hand Jobs
“A secret society exists, and is living among all of us. They are neither people nor animals, but something in-between.” ~ The Howling
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The stench of sweat and blood from cracked noses and bruised fingers radiating off of working bodies can wrinkle anyone's nose. Even Jesse's. The stench of the training room may have clung to the insides of his nose, but the stench of being in a notorious gang made Jesse's nose its forever home. Even when he's staring down Reinhardt's monstrous form before him, he could still smell out the haunting reminders of living on Route 66. Dust caring everything, the scent of roadkill being pecked at by vultures, rusting iron of the old diner and even older gas station no longer in use. Hell, the gang members smelled worse than the locker rooms in Overwatch.
But even as Reinhardt towered him even from across the wrestling mat, he longed to be back in his bedroom he shared with you. The warm candles you both had snuck in from your journeys that definitely aren't up to Blackwatch standards. He wished to smell the freshly washed flannel blankets, the soft powdery scents helped ease his aches brought on by training regimens.
It was almost laughable how fast Jesse went down against the giant German man. As soon as Strike Commander Morrison blew the shrill whistle the big man practically trampled poor Jesse, big muscular arms the size of which dwarfs Reinhardt's head wrapped around Jesse and pinned him to the wrestling mat.
Jesse wheezed as the giant squished him to the dirty blue mat, getting a face full of a sweaty, hairy chest. He didn't even have time to react to the man above him, so he laid there and waited for Morrison and Reyes to take mercy on him.
The whistle shrieked once more, and with that, Reinhardt removed himself from Jesse's poor squished body and boasted a loud bark of confident laughter at his victory despite Reinhardt being three times the size of McCree.
Upon being released from his sweaty and hairy jail, McCree sat up with a gasp and coughed harshly, his ribcage no longer being crushed by the giant, and took in the humid air surrounding him in the training room.
Commander Reyes barked out a laugh of his own, not as loud or as long as Reinhardt’s. Jesse shot a short glare towards his commander who just playfully scoffed and scribbled down something on the notepad he plopped down on a spare metal crate.
“Come on McCree, can't you beat Reinhardt?” the Blackwatch Commander laughed.
Jesse clicked his tongue and scoffed light, looking away from his commander to his comrade Genji who was watching him fail, boredom lingered in his cybernetic eyes. Genji only shrugged slightly to the cowboy still sitting on the wrestling mat trying to catch his breath.
“Bah,” Reinhardt boomed, “all he needs is fine German bodybuilding!” he boasted.
Jesse suddenly yelped as he was pulled to his feet by his collar, two of Reinhardt’s gigantic fingers had curled into his collar of his standard issue Blackwatch training gear to lift him off the ground.
“‘M fine!” he huffed, wiping the sweat off of him, gagging on the inside as most of it came from the giant before him.
“Well then, if you’re fine McCree, you can go again against Reinhardt,” Reyes cocked a grin.
Jesse glared at his boss, ruffling a hand through his hair to not make it look like he was just flattened by a giant. Before he knew what hit him, Morrison blew the shrill whistle once more and the giant German knight came barreling at poor Jesse, pinning him to the stale blue wrestling mat once again.
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With a glorious flop, the bed bounced under Jesse’s sudden weight with a few squeaks, a low groan radiating from the back of Jesse’s throat. He just wanted to melt into the sheets and never return. The soft flannel drank up his sweat like vampires, the mattress softer than furs under his bulky weight, the light scents of cleanliness easing some of the pain his nose had just gone through.
A soft chuckle stirred his eyes open just a bit, honey brown eyes peering up from their hiding spots in the sheets to see what made the sound. His eyes roamed the room just a bit only to land on the door to the bathroom occupied by the figure of the love of his life.
"Bad day, cowboy?" you purred, leaning against the metal door frame.
The way the sun filtered in through the small bathroom window behind you, illuminating your lovely figure with a golden glow. It made his stomach twist in heated knots; and, if he was being honest, made him feel tingles in all the right places.
"You know it, pumpkin," he sighed.
His large hands fisted the sheets, knuckles curling against soft red and black flannel.
You slowly walked up to the side of the bed and sat on the edge, looking down to see Jesse's half exposed face. Your eyebrows pinched upwards in amusement.
"I heard Reinhardt flattened you quite a lot earlier from Genji. Four times, was it?" Jesse groaned against the sheets much to your amusement. "Is there something I can do to help you, handsome?" you purred lightly.
Jesse froze for a moment when you gently placed a hand on one of his toned biceps, a light shiver running down his still heated spine before he realized what you meant. He pushed himself up by his elbows and laid on his side so he can actually get a good look at you.
You had just gotten out of the shower, your hair still slightly sparkling with water droplets. A silk bathrobe had been tied tightly around you, leaving little to the imagination. He could eye the curve of your breasts, the tie showing the dips of your waist. Just the sight of you made him stir even more.
"You can take care of me, darlin'." There was a slight growl in his voice. He rolled to lay on his back, groaning as he felt his back ache from the day's labors. "Take care of me nice an' good, yeah pumpkin?"
You smiled softly, guiding your hand up his bicep to his broad chest where your fingers traced over the perky muscle of his pectorals beneath the gray t-shirt. He saw your eyes glint with lust as you kept eye contact with his chest, at how the t-shirt is just a big too snug around his chest and framed everything right, hugged all of the right curves and straight edges of muscle.
You playfully glanced back at his face. The look in your eyes sent a tingle from his neck all the way down his spine.
He groaned gently as he felt his cock twitch in his boxers, tenting in his uniform sweatpants.
“We both know you’re being sent out on a little scouting mission in a few hours,” you purred.
“Yeah,” Jesse pressed, “hours, darlin’. Hours. We got time.”
“So we do.”
Jesse groaned in the cavity of his mouth, lips pressed in a straight line. While your one hand occupied him by tracing unknown shapes into his muscular chest, little did he realize your other hand had traced his body along the sheets slowly until you had gotten down to his groin. You had firmly cupped your hand around his tenting erection and squeezed gently at the tight material. Jesse let out a louder groan, lips parting as his head leaned back against the blankets bundled up beneath his head.
He felt you feeling his erecting cock right beneath his pants and boxers, fingertips feeling at all the right places almost as if you knew what to do down to the very last stroke.
“Darlin’, please,” he begged, “I need ya.”
He was starting to sound breathless. One of his hands came to grasp at your waist as the other fisted the sheets until his knuckles were white.
“What do you want me to do to you, Jesse,” you cooed innocently. You dug your fingertips into the waistband of the sweatpants, your hand no longer cupping at his erection. “Do you want me to suck you off? Do you want me to stroke you until you cum?”
Jesse whined at your words. His eyes squeezed shut, grit his teeth.
“Yes,” he moaned.
You slowly peel down the sweatpants, Jesse even lifted his ass up in the air for just a brief moment to allow you to pull down his sweatpants until they bunched at his knees as the hem of Jesse’s shirt had curled up just a bit, revealing the line of dark chocolate hair traveling up from his boxers. You couldn’t help yourself as you chuckled lightly, it was music to Jesse’s ears.
“Lifting your ass in the air just to get your pants off, Jesse? Someone’s horny.”
"Darlin' please," he crooned.
He looked at you with his puppy brown eyes, pleading. He knew you couldn't say no to his eyes.
Your fingertips gently grazed his happy trail, fingernails lightly scratching right above the hem of his boxers. You could see his erection pressing against the plaid design of his boxers. You lowered a hand back down to his erection and palmed him through the fabric until you had finally peeled down his boxers just enough for his cock to spring free, already erect.
Jesse suddenly gasped, head curling back into the bunched up sheets. You had placed your lips over the head of his cock only to pop it out. You had licked at the head of his cock for God knows how long, little kitten licks swirling around his head until you had slowly started taking more and more of his cock with every thrust of your head. Jesse cursed under his shaking breath, fingers twitching around the blankets as he fisted them. God, he wanted to bury a hand in your hair just to keep your pretty head right where it was, to have his dick buried in the warm and wet cavity of your mouth. God, how you circled his dick with your tongue had him seeing stars.
He craned his neck up just a bit to see you hunched over his groin, lips wrapped around his thick cock, your eyes gazing up and into his eyes. It sent a shiver down his spine. He groaned and hissed between his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut so hard he saw swirls of purple and green in the black void.
You had cupped his balls, gently squeezing them every time you had slowly craned your head down the length of his cock, softly massaging them in small circles. With how warm your hands were from the shower and how hot and wet the cave of your mouth is, he cursed under his breath when he felt the coils in his gut start to turn tighter and tighter until they were starting to feel white hot. His cock twitched in your mouth and he knew you had felt it. He gazed down again at you to see you take him in your mouth again, lips slowly lowering on his shaft until your nose gently brushed up against his tight abdomen.
Jesse was openly moaning by this point, propping himself up a bit by his elbows to watch you better.
Your fingers curled around his balls were working a little faster, massaging them firmly, only making Jesse groan and ache with need and want to cum all over your pretty face and have his seed paint your mouth white.
Jesse shouted as he came, trying to silence himself by biting his tongue. Hot seed spurted into your mouth as he climaxed, your lips still wrapped around the head of his cock until you finally pulled away. As Jesse leaned back against his arms, he hissed when your lips finally parted from him, a trail of saliva breaking quickly. He saw his milky seed drip from your lower lip, milky white over the nude of your lips before your tongue rolled over for the little beads left.
Jesse’s cheeks were ablaze, his chest aching slightly from how fast he was breathing, his head swimming in pure lust and love for you. All he wanted to do was to flip you over onto the mattress and fuck you until you could only cry out his name. He wanted to be tangled in the sheets with you all day, the mission he was being deployed on was only a little thought at the back of his mind. The sheets drank up the sweat on his skin, sticking to his sweaty body like glue
He shivered when he felt your fingers drift back down to his cock still tingling with a little life. Fingertips danced lightly on his slicked shaft, still glistening with your saliva and whatever of his milky cum you didn’t swallow. Your fingers curled into a ring around his cock, slowly gliding up and down his slick dick, occasionally squeezing the head and base of his cock to spring more life back into it. Jesse groaned as he felt his cock twitch again, prickling with new hopes of climaxing all over your pretty face that you had just washed.
Your other hand had gone to his abdomen, pushing up the bottom hem of his shirt to reveal his stomach and the light defines of his abs. He wasn’t all jacked up like Reinhardt and he wasn’t too soft, he was just right in your eyes.
As you stroked his cock, you had also traced the light definition of his abs, fingers rising softly and dipping down on tanned flesh, admiring his body. You traced the little scars he had gotten from his life of crime to being a hero, mostly bullets grazing him or little burn scars from cigarettes.
Jesse felt his stomach flutter at how soft you were being right now compared to just a few minutes ago where he swore you were trying to suck the soul right out of his cock. He laid there and looked up at you sitting over him, admiring how you looked into his eyes all sweet-like now.
He felt little twinges and twitches stirring his cock, his eyes fluttering at the knowledge that he was going to become all unraveled once again and it hadn’t been too long after he just came in your mouth and down your throat.
Just how gentle you were being was driving him crazy, he fisted the poor sweaty sheets as he panted loudly, your name spilling from his mouth, pleading with you to let him cum again.
You kept up a steady pace, softly jerking him off spurred on by the little pearls of milky white cum that beaded out from the tip of his dick. He needed to cum, he needed you to make him cum.
This time he came with a soft moan, head leaned back against the sheets as he felt your hand let go. He felt the sticky drips of cum fall on his stomach and knew it had gotten on your hands.
You had leaned down, nosing his broad chest down to his abdomen now coated lightly in his cum. Jesse shivered when he felt your tongue lick up a strip from his gut, your warm tongue on his cool and sticky gut felt so nice, it had him seeing stars. You had dug your fingertips into his sides to support yourself, Jesse felt like he was going to cum just from touch alone.
“We should get you cleaned up,” you sat up on his lap. “After all, you are being deployed in a bit.”
“We got time, darlin’,” Jesse grunted, fingertips digging deeper into your bare hips. “You offerin’ to help me?”
“Always.”
Jesse hoisted you up without another word, a shrill laugh erupting from you as he clapped a hand over your ass, carrying you right back into the bathroom.
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Jesse watched you from his place on the transport right in front of the wide open doors. You were standing next to Lena waving the small Blackwatch team goodbye, the sun maybe around midday should Jesse consult his watch. The transport was huge, it was meant to get them from the base in Switzerland to a small Overwatch base somewhere in the eastern United States to get them the rest of the way to the west. He honestly didn’t remember what the mission was for exactly, and he didn’t care to get his ass reamed by Reyes for not paying attention or for the terror that was asking Genji or Moira. Jesse gave a single glance over to Genji once more, thinking it over once more on asking him, only to decide against it at the last minute once more seeing the ninja settle into his own little corner of the transport, already attempting to find the energy to try and meditate, blocking out the idiocy of the people surrounding him.
Jesse looked back towards you and saw you wave again, a slight smile still on your face. Lena was still next to you, this time talking to someone nearby with a bright smile.
Only you two knew of the markings painted under Jesse’s standard unit transport gear; Consisting of Blackwatch-Issued military jacket and cargo pants, boots and his gray t-shirt from earlier. All of the hickies and scratches and bruises now forming purples and yellows on his tanned skin hidden behind the same gray shirt from earlier.
“McCree!” Reyes barked, sending the poor cowboy to jump out of fear. “Get your ass in here!”
Jesse gave you one last wink goodbye before the transport doors closed in front of him and the ramp had retracted in.
Jesse turned back around to face the commander who was already wrangling a pile of folders in his arms, trying to sort through them as he stumbled towards the small table off to the side of the transport’s main room. Jesse felt the rumble of the transport coming to life under his feet, and not too long after, the roar of engines, and soon flight.
“Get over here the three of you,” Commander Reyes muttered, turning back fully towards the table to see Moira already there. Even the commander jumped slightly from her being there. “The two of you,” he corrected himself.
Jesse shivered along with his boss at the "good doctor" and her behavior. She always moved like a specter, a ghost of some sorts, freely and loosely yet rigid and strict under hard discipline of her upbringing. Jesse didn't know too much of her life, all he knew was that she was the type of kid to probably destroy an ant hill with a magnifying glass or something. He knew she liked to watch people squirm and tick, and this mission was no different. He had also heard rumors from Overwatch members that she used to work at a university somewhere in the Oasis, a Utopian amongst other universities, she was apparently fired and kicked off the campus for inhumane experimentation with the use of the university’s equipment… But he could never find out anything else.
He heard Genji's all too quiet footsteps, the ninja still needing to get used to the fake attachments from his knees and below, the hard alloy making up his feet always lightly tipping and tapping with every light footstep. He felt the presence of the ninja next to him before Jesse saw him out of the corner of his eye. The ninja always looked so stern and serious, bushy black eyebrows always arched and eyes narrowing at the slightest of things that could annoy him.
"Now that you all are here, it's time to go over all of the details just in case some of you," all three threw sharp gazes at Jesse, "may have forgotten some of the slight details."
McCree paid them no mind as always and eyed the table as Reyes slapped down one folder and peeled it open. Inside were some papers, but it was mostly loose pictures. Some were paperclipped to little notecards. Reyes pointed to one photo, it seemed to be a drone captured image of a little metal building surrounded by wet foliage.
“Sources tell us there’s a small Talon base deep in the woods near Washington’s coastline. Overwatch drones in the area picked up these images of their supposed base, and it seems like they’re still there. Last known activity was when a single hover-truck went into the building,” Reyes pushed forward another photo of said truck, “and never came out.” Reyes moved the third picture to the center. “Conveniently, there is to be a transport escorted by United States officials from an unknown government-owned building. It’s possible it might be coming from a Washington arms factory nearby since they claim to have invented a new kind of energy weapon.” The photo was of the factory, doors sealed tight and lights all around as if it were a prison in the sleepy, rainy depths of Washington.
“Our job is to only scout and try to find out information. No hostile contact as it can render this mission a failure. Should something happen, a small team of Overwatch agents stationed nearby will help us. We cannot risk anything going wrong.” Reyes shuffled folders out from under his arm. “You each will have a folder with your orders. Follow them. Spend the entire transport there to learn what you all have to do.”
Genji had gotten the thickest of the folders as he normally does. Being a trained ninja nearly all of his life would get you positions like that. Moira had gotten the next, average, yet surprisingly not as full as the folders normally are; No doubt her role as the medic for the team was to watch out for the Overwatch team should something happen. Jesse was handed out last, his folder thin. Thinner than usual and it even had him cocking an eyebrow as he opened his folder.
There were a few pages, but what stuck out most wasa sticky note right in the center of the first page, Reyes’ handwriting bold and loud in black permanent marker. ‘Don’t Rush In’ was ordered on the little note. The papers were mostly explaining to stay by Reyes’ side and watch his back should any Talon agents be around, but to mostly be the muscle should shit hit the fan. His usual orders at that.
“Read up and rest up. We have a long night ahead of us,” Reyes commanded.
The soldier turned on his heel and marched off to his own little makeshift office he conducted out of a pretty large cleaning closet. Moira had stalked off to the medical bay below deck and Genji had moved back to his own corner to read, leaving Jesse standing there in the open room, only the sound of the transport cutting through the air at dangerous speeds filling his ears. Jesse had simply decided to try and follow orders, sitting down in a nearby chair and plopping the folder open to read, however, his eyes only caught a few things as the rest were just a buzz in the back of his head.
‘Location: Unknown. Expected around 150 miles West of Seattle.’
‘Occupancy: Fully Occupied. Expected Crew Size: Unknown. Drone Estimates - 46 Members.’
‘Reason For Mission: Possible Robbery of Dangerous Weapons.’
‘Overwatch has administered a team of 22 agents from the North West region of the United States to aid in this mission should something go wrong. The team will be stationed 2 miles south of the targeted area.’
‘Take prisoners if needed.’
The last one stuck with Jesse for a second, briefly remembering his time sitting handcuffed to a metal table, half naked as his shirt was missing and freezing from how cold the room had been kept. He was sporting a bruised cheek and his wrists burned from where he pulled at the handcuffs to try and free himself as if he were a wild animal. He remembered how Reyes looked at him like he was his own son who told the principal to shove it, how Morrison looked at him as a dangerous dog who needed to be put out in the cold. Jesse shivered, he never wanted to go to a time like that.
And when he had first met you. You were just walking down the same hallway as him, all dressed up in your Overwatch uniform wrestling with papers and folders in your arms until you had accidentally dropped them, the pages scattering all over the floor. He had helped you, picking up the pages until your hands had accidentally touched. He remembered that blush on your cheeks, hell, even his cheeks were flaming. He remembered how you stuttered out a little ‘Thank you’ and hurried off to some boring meeting, all nervous like a high-schooler.
Jesse has failed to realize he had spaced out until he suddenly realized Genji’s presence before him, the ninja sitting across from him in the opposite seat. His red eyes narrowed at Jesse, but not in annoyance or anger.
“Do you feel something off about this?” his words cut cleanly.
Jesse cocked a brow.
“What d’ya mean by that?”
“Something does not sit well with me about this mission. I do not know why.”
Jesse mulled over Genji’s words for a moment until he saw a figure in the stairway to the lower deck of the transport. Lo and behold, it was Moira’s lanky figure walking towards the two, her folder held carefully open between her hands as she continued to read. Her face was painted in confusion.
As much as Jesse avoided and hated speaking to her, he couldn’t help his own curiosity.
“Somethin’ wrong with you?” he questioned her.
Moira didn’t even look up from her folder, just walked up to the table the two men were sitting at and placed down her folder. She pointed a long nail at a bullet point.
“Was this in either one of your folders?”
Jesse looked down at what her nail was pointing at.
‘Overwatch agents reported a loose, large dog-like wild animal nearby the suspected Talon outpost. Suspected animal is supposedly responsible for the destruction of one Overwatch drone.’
Jesse peeled open his folder once more to look as Genji shook his head.
“Not mine, either,” Jesse mumbled.
“Strange,” the doctor noted, picking her folder back up. “And there isn’t any note of us capturing it or if Talon seems to be looking for it in my notes.”
“Reyes probably has to deal with it then.”
“Then why wouldn’t he inform either of you? Why leave a note in my folder only?”
Jesse glanced back over to the ninja who eyed him back warily.
Over the next few hours, silence hung over the three like a lead ball. Reyes had yet to come out of his makeshift office, almost as if he knew he would be questioned by his crew. The door remained locked tightly from the inside, neither one of them had a key. They had refueled somewhere in the middle of God fucking nowhere Ohio and were already sweeping through the air westward.
“What animal could it’ve been they saw?” Jesse popped the question.
For the past few hours they were mostly talking of Talon and why they would maybe have a deadly animal - most likely genetically engineered or mutated - and why it may have gotten out.
“Washington has quite a few large mammals,” Moira pointed out. “Bears, coyotes, bobcats, wolves,” she counted on her long boney fingers.
“Thought wolves were drawn out and hunted,” Jesse lit a cigarette.
“Around 2050, yes, but they’ve been reintroducing them like they did nearly a century ago. What I don’t get is why it also states that it took down a drone from Overwatch. Wolves don’t do that by nature. So unless it’s trained by Talon, I don’t see why one would-”
The door to Reyes’ “office” opened up finally just as the speakers above them read out coordinates of their dropping area, but mostly-
“Welcome to Washington State,” Fio stated robotically.
“You all read your folders, I assume,” Reyes deadpanned at the mess of papers and photos scattered on the table.
“When were you gonna tell us that there were giant wolves or bears runnin’ around the woods? When one would try and eat us?” Jesse stood up.
“Relax, McCree. It was only supposed sightings, nothing confirmed. Besides, you’re not the scientist aboard this transport.”
“The drone-”
“It was ‘supposedly’ destroyed. It could have been Talon, it could have been a bear getting it. Who knows. There is no video recordings of it, and it didn’t go down in or around the Talon base so it’s fine by me.”
Jesse’s nose twitched with anger from Reyes’ dismissal of the whole situation, but there was little that he could do or say to change Reyes’ mind.
The engines roared suddenly, weight pulling at Jesse’s knees for only a moment as gears and engines hissed at the sudden stop and gentle fall. There was a loud beeping, the lights above the transport door glowed red for only a moment.
“Blackwatch-” the doors opened and the ramp slowly extended out until it buried itself in the wet ground, “-welcome to Washington.”
Jesse looked over his shoulder to the outside. He winced at the sudden biting cold wind, jaw unhinged a bit at the sight of pure wilderness right outside of the transport.
The woods before him were dark, large and looming trees had grown taller, mountains only climbing higher. But what caught his eye was the moon hanging full and bright in the sky, partially covered by dark clouds and fog.
For a moment, Jesse wished under his breath that he was back in his room with you, snuggled up in the warm blankets in the afterglow, mindlessly loving each other.
Something cold and heavy sat in the pit of his stomach as he was blinded by the full moon over Washington.
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Buck looked at himself in the mirror as he adjusted his jacket. He was one sexy biker bear and he knew it. Sure, he had not always lookes like this. Just a week ago he used to be a straight-laced city councilman named Adam. He remembered going down to one of the seedy bars on the edge of town, trying to get it closed down since it attracted a lot of undesirables. Unfortunately for him, those undesirables decided to fight back. Back then, he was a man in his late thirties, hair just starting to thin with a bit of a punch from too many days in the office and not enough time in the gym. But the bikers in the bar saw something that they could use. When Adam attempted two evict the bar owner, a bunch of hirsuit men wearing leather pulled him aside. He thought they were going to beg or plead for the bar to stay open, but instead they all took turns blowing clouds of thick cigar smoke in his face. He began choking and coughing and breathing in their second-hand smoke.
As he did so, he felt a burning pain in his stomach. He watched in horror as his gut began growing. It went well past a beer belly into a full-blown gut. It ripped his shirt to shreds before coating itself with dark gray hair. He continued to stare as the fat seems to spread down into his thighs and up into his biceps, destroying the rest of his clothes. He watched as his chest started to sag, with man tits forming. He felt the smoke seep into his bones, and painfully felt himself growing shorter. He used to be rather tall, but now he was no more than five foot eight. He also felt a pain in his groin, and without looking could tell his cock and balls were shrinking. Sure, he had never been exceptional in that department, but now there was no way he could get above three inches even when hard, and his sack look like it had shriveled away to almost nothing.
Looking at his new body and horror, Adam had begged the men to help him. He did not want to look like this, some fat hairy old man, and he made a deal with them in order to undo the changes. Unfortunately for Adam, he did not know what price he would have to pay. The bikers took him back to the restrooms, and before he knew it both of his holes were filled with biker bear cock. The bikers spent the rest of the evening making sure that Adam was never without dick in his mouth or ass, each one grunting appreciatively has they pumped him full of their seed. With each load, Adam ended up a little more masculine. A lot of his fat turned into muscle, and he could feel his cock growing. It had a huge foreskin now, dangling about an inch longer than the head, and was almost as thick as it was long. His balls pumped up quite a bit, and he winced as several piercings formed in his new engorged sack. Tattoos and piercings begin to cover his body, which returned him back just short of his previous height. The hair on his chest soon grew to cover his whole body, and a massive beard blossomed from his face. Towards the end of the night the bikers began replacing their dicks with cigars in Adam’s mouth, as he now had a massive nicotine addiction.
When Adam finally stood up, unused to the new size, the bikers handed him over a jacket. He put it on, and felt his mind begin to blur. New memories emerge there, those of a man named Buck. He was a hardcore biker, completely gay and into extremely kinky sex. He looked at the rest of his gang, the new he had an opportunity. Over the next several days he drummed up as many cigars from them as he could, having a nasty idea to help his new gang out in this stuffy town.
Buck finished adjusting his jacket, making sure it showed an ample amount of chest hair as well as his shiny nipple piercings. By now, the rest of the men on the city council would have lit up the cigars Buck had graciously given them as a gift before their monthly meeting. He has made sure to leave a large supply in the room, so that as soon as each man finished Buck would be able to light a new one for them. With each cigar they smoked they would become more like him. Bigger, hairier, meaner. All of them would become irrevocably gay, and all of them would develop a plethora of fetishes. Some men would grow to love watersports, some would only be able to get off if they were tied up, some of them would develop an exhibitionist streak, and some of them would get off on being degraded and owned by other men.
After another 15 minutes and passed, Buck exited the bathroom and went into the main chamber. He smiled, seeing that most men had already finished their first cigar. All of them had unbuttoned their shirts, letting their new guts hang out. One of the council members had poured glasses of whiskey for all of them, and the men were laughing as their new beards grew in on their faces. One of them let out of yelp, and Buck smiled as he imagined a nice new Prince Albert piercing in the man’s thick cock. He grabbed himself a drink and sat down with his former co-workers, none of them batting an eye at the biker joining them.
By the end of the council session, each one of them had sucked a load out of Buck, and all of them were well on their way to being pledges for the biker gang. The cigars were all gone, and they decided to get to work on drafting up plenty of new laws for their very vanilla town. But could not wait until he could bring these men down to the bar, where they could receive their leather jackets and their new personalities. One of them had a very skilled mouth, and Buck was looking forward to spending an evening with the man nursing on his dick and edging him while he drank and smoked. Once the laws were passed and every man in town got a small humidor, a gift from the city council, and then the real fun could begin.
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zoidbergs-muse · 1 year
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watatsumiis · 1 year
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Snuggle series - Itto edition
It just came to my attention that I've not written anything Itto-related on here and honestly, that's nothing short of a mortal sin. I love this guy.
Content: Itto with a gender neutral reader (the only definitive thing about the reader is that they are physically smaller than him), a pairing with a pre-established friendship - not sure if you'd call this platonic, there's no kissing or anything but it's heavy on the physical affection (sitting in his lap, snuggling, etc.) Itto is hairy.
You know how people get likened to dogs sometimes? Itto is like a german shepherd, he's big and fluffy and about as smart and observant as a rock (unless there's food or something involved).
To garner his attention, you need to practically throw yourself at him, grab his arm, tug his hair, lasso one of his horns and pull him down to your height, anything - he doesn't mind at all, he's a very physically affectionate person (think like stereotypical older brothers in movies, noogies and punching you in the arm, etc.) so to have you return it in some way always delights him.
He'll lean down to match your height in the most condescending way possible and give you this kind of cutely baffled look as he waits for you to tell him what you want. Whether you're completely upfront about it or not, he'll get the picture one way or another and just SCOOP you, wrapping burly, hairy arms around your torso as he SQUASHES you against his broad chest and nuzzles you.
He'd definitely be all smug about you approaching him, and brag about how he's the 'best hugger in all of Teyvat' and do that signature big laugh of his that you can feel vibrating in his chest.
Snuggles are kind of on a different level, if you clamber into his lap while he's sitting down he seems almost stumped on what to do for a few moments before he sets one hand on your back (a little hesitantly, as if he's double checking you're okay with it, even if you were the one who initiated the contact), but once he's put his finger on the vibe he's super chill, patting you on the head or rubbing your back absently.
He makes for a really, really great seat - despite all his muscle, he's still got a semblance of squish to him that makes him super comfortable to be close to, and he always gives off a certain amount of warmth (though in the hotter months it's more awkward clamminess than anything). He's always down for some snugs, regardless of who else is around you - you may soon find that some of his gang have settled in close to him and are leaning on him (and sometimes by extension you) because that's just the kind of squad they are.
Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagarise my writing! This includes posting translations to other sites.
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tequilasunrise28 · 4 days
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All of my favorite movie characters J.T. Walsh has played (in no particular order)/scroll to the end for corresponding photos
#1 Charles Bushman in “Sling Blade”-1996
How delightful is J.T. as a twisted mental patient? He weaves his colorful tales of picking up a woman who is actually a man, liking a big bush, abducting a woman with some strong nylon cord, washing all the right spots and so on. If only all misogynists had his charm!
#2 Happy Kuykendall in “Blue Chips”-1994
J.T. plays a wealthy college alumni who has it all; a big ass house, hot babes, a swimming pool and endless funds. There’s also a nice scene of him shirtless standing on a diving board that makes me a little hungry if you know what I mean. The camera man could’ve zoomed in closer for fucks sake. You had one job pal!
#3 Hal Maguire in “Tequila Sunrise”-1988
I’m certain I was still crawling around in a piss filled diaper when J.T. took on the role of a by the book DEA agent to bust ‘ol drug dealing Mel Gibson. It’s one of my favorite roles of his, especially when he gets coffee thrown at him by Kurt Russell’s character. I got to imagine what he might look like in the shower with his hair plastered to his head.
#4 Wayne Brown in “Red Rock West”-1993
J.T.’s eyes couldn’t have been anymore blue in this film. There are so many twists in this early nineties neo noir thriller. There’s even a little erotica but sorry to burst your bubble, you won’t get to see J.T. like that. Fun fact: I have this still photo framed and hanging up in my house.
#5 Sergeant Major Phillip Dickerson in “Good Morning Vietnam”-1987
Talk about a man in more dire need of a blow job than any white man in history! A man so high strung and venomous he could set fire to you (and your loins) with one cold and calculated gaze. He’ll burn you so bad you’ll wish you died as a child.
#6 Warren “Red” Barr in “Breakdown”-1997
J.T. had a meaty role as a good trucker turned scumbag (who was always a scumbag, he just played a nice guy for all of a few minutes) in this action thriller. J.T. had some more miles on him by then but he was still handsome and dialed up the sinister the only way he knew how.
#7 Marty Swayzak in “Backdraft”-1991
My parents dragged us to see the movie when it came out in theaters. I was too young to remember J.T. as a crooked Chicago alderman, but the nightmarish warehouse fire scenes stuck with me for years. Alas he was playing a corrupt government official (what else is new?) who looked good in a suit. This film also shows what a nice backside he had too.
#8 Lt. William Eyler in “Gang In Blue”-1996
J.T. plays a crooked cop (shocker there) who also happens to be a flaming racist. He eats donuts, chain smokes and also shows us what he looks like in a bath towel. Thank you to Melvin & Mario Van Peebles for churning out this film so we could all see a shirtless, hairy chested J.T. in a locker room 🙏🏼
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hush-writes-preg · 2 years
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How would you knock up a super masculine guy 💦
Mmm, that's a good question.
Let's say that this guy and I decide to go on a camping trip together with a few other friends, somewhere out in the woods where it's nice and peaceful. We spend the day hiking and maybe even doing a little kayaking, and I can't help but admire this guy's physique. Strong. Solid. Masculine in the most mouth-watering of ways. I notice the way his clothes cling to his body after he gets wet, and I find excuses to get close and pick up the tantalizing scent of fresh sweat and his natural musk. He's not stupid; he notices me watching and hovering, and I call tell by the sidelong glances he's shooting my way that I'm not the only one affected.
By the time evening rolls around, I am obsessed with the thought of more. And we're sharing a tent.
It starts out innocent enough, the two of us crawling into our tent after a long night chatting around the campfire with the rest of the gang. It's a warm night, and we strip down to our boxers and pretend that we aren't sneaking peeks at each other. He's just about to crawl into his sleeping bag when I reach across the space to grab his wrist.
He freezes and turns to look at me. We share a smoldering gaze that only seems to grow hotter with each passing second. Then his eyes trail down my bare chest to the obvious tent that I'm sporting just for him, and it's on.
I'm on him in an instant, grabbing him by the back of the neck to yank him in for a deep, domineering kiss powered by the lust that's been building all day. I feel his scruff against my skin as I devour him, our tongues tangling and breaths coming faster. My hands are on him, touching, stroking, grabbing, as he does the same for me. Grunting, growling, nipping, neither of us is in a hurry to give the other quarter, until I decide to take what I want. Grabbing him between the legs, I can feel how hard he is, how needily he presses against my palm, how he shudders as I begin to rub.
There's no way we can mess around for too long like this, and all too soon I'm flipping him over to get access to that fine ass. Gods, he feels incredible as I rub my cock along his boxer-clad cleft, and the answering whimper that rises from beneath me makes it clear he feels the same. Yanking them down to expose his soft, hairy bottom, I somehow manage to fumble for the lube in the faint moonlight coming through the mesh tent window. The moan he makes as I thrust that first slick finger into his hole is just… fuck, it makes my cock twitch so hard, and I just need to be inside of him.
He spreads his thick thighs wider, arching his back to push his perfect ass into the air for the taking, and that's it. I mount him.
There's no thought of protection or anything like that in this moment, just the primal need to fuck. He buries his face into his sleeping bag while I pound his eager hole, my balls heavy with seed as they slap against him with every thrust. My fingers tighten on the back of his neck to keep him held down, to keep him in his place beneath me while we fill the tent with the obscene sounds of our frantic coupling. The others can probably hear this, can hear me making him my bitch, but neither of us really care. We're too caught up in the heat of the moment and in chasing the rapidly-approaching cusp of orgasm.
He peaks first, the deep, brutal pistoning of my cock within him sending him careening over the edge, his deep voice cracking and cum spurting helplessly beneath him. I follow quickly after, clutching tightly at him as I bottom out and loudly grunt my pleasure into his spasming heat, eagerly pumping him full of my seed.
Gods, was it good. Messy, but good. We end up on the butt end of some playful ribbing from our friends come morning, but I can't say that either of us regret what happened.
It's not until about four months later when that guy shows up at my door. There's something… different about him, though I can't place my finger on it right away, at least not until he pulls up the hem of his oversized hoodie to expose his thickening middle. "We need to talk," is all he says.
Well, let's just say that there wasn't a lot of talking going on for quite a while, while we got 're-acquainted'.
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hypnotisedfireflies · 6 months
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What’s the funniest/dummest reason Tess or Joel knocked someone out. Like, did Tess ever really like someone’s shoes and Joel did her the favor ha.
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Hahaha! Oh anon, you get a little ficlet. 🥰
You Haven't Seen Everything
Winter, 2021
"But getting out of Miami," Axel continued, placing another bag of cocoa on the scales, "that was something else. You ever seen infected on rollerblades? No? You haven't seen everything yet."
"Great, can you just concentrate on the merchandise, please?" Tess gestured to the pile.
"Oh sure, sure. Don't worry, I do this all the time."
Axel, with his shaved skull and toxic green mohawk bristling down the centre, gamely nodded at the scales as he pulled off the Ziploc bag and added it to the pile. He was a new contact. It had been worth travelling to this middling little New Hampshire town to meet him, but Joel was starting to think it wasn't worth the noise.
He leaned up harder against the wall like he could burrow his spine into the plaster and disappear. They were dealing in an old art supplies store, turned over and trashed, the wasted materials swept up against the walls like snowdrifts. Axel had set up a table in the bare centre and was scooping cocoa powder from a massive tin into the little bags, weighing them one by one. Tess sat opposite. Joel could see the patience sapping out of her with every breath Axel took.
But cocoa was a hot, rare property right now. It was the first time it had surfaced in the Boston QZ in years. Certainly not in the eleven since they'd made it home.
"I was hiding out in this Olive Garden? It was right on Miami Beach. All these infected staggering by on wheels. I just know that we got wheeled clickers down there. Board shorts and bikinis. That's something, right? Yeah, I seen some shit down there. I was in this golf club? You know the little carts?"
He looked between a silent Tess and a silent Joel.
"You know the buggies?"
Silence.
"Yeah. So there's these little buggies. You drive around the course on them. Just enough room for you, your buddies, your clubs. Make the caddy walk, though! The caddy, he goes after your balls. Not your actual balls, like your hairy gonads, but your golf balls. They hand you your clubs."
Joel slowly filled up his lungs. Axel slowly filled up the bags and carefully weighed them, one by one.
"I was hiding in this golf club. Beautiful place. Big ocean views. And we went to war, not against the infected, but against the club across the way! You talk about your gang wars, you know, but these rich old guys went to war with each other riding buggies like white Arab chargers. You ever seen old guys in polos whacking each other with putters out the side of a buggy? No? You haven't seen everything yet."
Tess stood up. "That's our cut. You're done?"
"Huh? What? Oh."
Disappointed, Axel watched Tess load her backpack up with the precious bags of cocoa. The trade - FEDRA-grade antiseptic, water purification tablets and a bottle of lube - sat on the edge of the table. Tess reshouldered the pack.
"Thanks. You know the frequency. Buzz us if you get something else interesting."
"Sure, sure. Let me show you out. So after the gold club, I thought that was too much for me, I got on this Greyhound bus. You know all the urban legends about them, right?"
Axel led them down the back, cheerful tongue wagging to the very end. Joel's chest began to lock up and his palms tingled.
"You ever take a Greyhound bus back in the old days? Overnight? Those were wild. You ever see that movie, Midnight Cowboy? Anyway I got on this bus. And you know who was on it? The Army of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. You ever seen Mormons fighting the forces of Satan in sunny Tampa? No?"
Tess gave Joel a slight nod.
He grabbed Axel by the scruff of the neck and turned him ninety degrees. He banged his face against the wall, hard and just once. That was all it took. He let go and Axel's unconscious body slid bonelessly to the floor.
"You haven't seen everything yet," Joel muttered.
Tess lifted the bar on the door and they stepped outside into the crisp winter afternoon. They were going to have to book it if they'd make it back to their own Olive Garden before dark.
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She's fresh out of the shower, hair limp and damp around her shoulders as she fastens the buttons of her blouse, flattering out the lines in her skirt. She has the door open now that she's all dressed, trying to clear the mirror from fog as she dries her hair and begins wrapping pieces around the hot rollers.
Tim is leaning against the doorway. Not doing anything in particular, just watching and wiping the sleep from his eyes when Sylvia curses under her breath- they're called hot rollers for a damn reason. So he moves into the bathroom, her back against his chest as he takes small sections and wraps it around the curlers while Sylvia finishes her makeup quietly.
“Are you still mad at me?” She asks through applying her lipstick, that red-orange shade that drives Tim up the wall. This morning, though, her lipstick choice wasn't on purpose.
“If I was still mad at you, I wouldn't be curling your hair at six in the morning.”
Relief rolls off her in waves. After the Rumble last night, where some guys over in Brumley took it a little too far, things got hairy and the Shepard gang got more than their fair share of bruises, split lips, and bloody knuckles.
“You're in for calls today,” Tim says again, “the guys are gonna be pretty upset when they see you ain't the one makin’ breakfast when they wake up.” His hands slide down her shoulders, settling on her waist when he leans forward and presses a few lazy kisses to her cheek, jaw, and eventually, neck. “Who knows? Maybe you'll get one from me.”
They’re so domestic and so soft and so sweet and I’m in love 🥹🥹
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darth-tella · 2 years
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for the prompts: 10. not wearing that for ten & donna (maybe with a little tenrose flavor, if you feel like it!)
Oops, I dumped in a lot of tenrose flavour. But Donna's there too so... XD
Disco Fever
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How did he let himself get roped into these things? One moment he was ready to whisk Rose and Donna away to the cliffs of G’tsio to watch a triple solar eclipse, the next they were setting a course to Earth in the 1970’s because the girls wanted to go dancing. The Doctor supposed he had himself to blame. He had been blasting Dancing Queen whilst working on the TARDIS console when he thought the two of them were asleep and that’s what gave the girls the idea to go to a genuine disco.
A very excited Rose and Donna headed down to the wardrobe and had a grand time picking out outfits. The Doctor nearly choked on his own tongue when he saw Rose in that sparkly halter top, tiny miniskirt and go-go boots. Donna went for a slightly more conservative outfit with a flower-patterned top, flared trousers and platform shoes.
“Well, have fun you two. Don’t stay out too late, and don’t make me have to synthesize an LSD antidote.” The Doctor smiled at them as he ushered them out the doors. But Rose didn’t budge.
“Aren’t you coming along?” She asked. For a moment, the Doctor seriously considered her offer. There Rose was in the tiniest of tiniest outfits that could draw in some lecherous characters. But then again, Rose wasn’t easily swayed; and her slap rivaled her mother’s. Plus, Donna would be with her. They’d be fine. Then again, he could be the one dancing with Rose, getting to feel how soft all that exposed skin was…
No. No, no, no, no, no! NO!
Rose was his friend. How dare he be thinking like that!
“Nah, you two run along. I’ll be fine here. I’m not much of a dancer this time around.”
“Liar.” Donna scoffed, “You were dancin’ up a storm just a little while ago. Although, you did kind of look like one of them inflatable tube men they put outside shops flailing around.” The Doctor just rolled his eyes at her.
“Well, if you say you’ve lost the moves…” Rose shrugged. Oh, not fair. Not fair at all.
“I never said I lost the moves!”
“And it’s not exactly like you to be shy.” Donna added. Blimey! Now they were ganging up on him!
“Oh, all right…” He affected a sigh and reached for his overcoat that was hanging over the rail, But Rose stopped him.
“You’re not going dressed like that. People will think you’re a cop or somethin’.”
And just like that, he found himself getting dragged into the wardrobe room.
The TARDIS was obviously also having a laugh at his expense. A midnight blue leisure suit, white platform shoes and gold chain were laid out for him.
“I am NOT wearing that!” The Doctor shook his head adamantly, “Too much polyester.” He shuddered.
“Yeah, you’d probably scare everyone away if you wore that.” Donna quipped.
“What about this then?” Rose picked a dark red shirt, high-waisted black trousers and black platform boots. It was still extremely tacky and probably also 100% polyester, but it was at least somewhat more palatable. The trousers weren’t those flared monstrosities the leisure suit had. The Doctor still wanted to argue. There really wasn’t anything wrong with his suit, but Rose’s smile melted his resolve. He took the outfit from her and retreated to the changing room.
He caught a glimpse of himself in the three-way mirror after he changed. He looked absolutely ridiculous! The things he did to make Rose happy…
Stepping back into the main wardrobe, he caught Rose’s smile. A warm fuzzy feeling developed in his chest right between his hearts. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“Hold on, final touch.” Donna’s voice started him, and before he had a chance to react she had placed something firmly on his head and was now pressing some hairy object to his face just below his nose. “There you go.” Donna smiled devilishly at him, and Rose was laughing so hard she could hardly breathe. The Doctor ran back to the mirror and gaped at himself in horror. He suddenly had a hideous mullet and fake moustache.
“I’ll bet you a hundred quid you can’t keep those on all night.” Donna laughed. The Doctor groaned. Of course, she would appeal to his competitive nature. The moustache itched like crazy, and he looked like a sleazy porno star, but he wasn’t about to let Donna win, no matter how idiotic he looked! A pair of sunglasses caught his eye and he slid them on.
“Two hundred quid.”
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The Doctor would be forced to admit later that he had far more fun than he expected. Rose had no problem being his dance partner the entire night and even well into the next morning; except, it was an entirely different kind of dancing then. The Doctor did indeed find out just how incredibly soft Rose’s skin was.
As for that two hundred quid, well, that had to come out of Rose’s purse. The moustache tickled her nose a little too much.
Donna never forced her to pay up. She was just relieved those two boneheads finally stopped tiptoeing around their feelings.
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yeeeeaaah.... I couldn’t resist.
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