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ohbo-ohno · 6 months

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Hi, I love your writing so so so so so much and it's like my goal in life to get as good as writing as you, but I was just wanting to ask if you would write a ghoap puppy play drabble but with a ftm reader, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable but I actually can't find any puppy play stuff with a ftm reader in it and I would literally worship the ground you walk on if you did (if you don't feel comfortable doing this please don't)

yknow i dont take requests but you're actually the sweetest person alive (and i want to write puppy play rn) so sure!!! tysm for such kind words <3 (also your goal should be to get 10x better than me but i love you anyway)

1.8k of ghoap x ftm!reader with puppy play :) words used for reader's genitalia are cunt, hole, and cock (also reader is called pretty once)

It's a struggle not to beg, but you're a good boy. You stay still on your knees, paws resting on the wood below you, and you focus all of your attention on staying good.

Johnny's not good. Johnny's never a good boy, and usually that's a blessing for you, but right now it's a curse.

A whine slips from your lips, unintentional but loud. You lick your lips, swallow, and try to settle. Still, you've drawn Ghost's attention.

His hand stills in the air and he cocks an eyebrow. "Need somethin', pup?"

You lick your lips beneath the wire muzzle, shake your head. You don't need anything, you only want his hands on you. Simon's the only one who decides what you want.

He lands another smack against Johnny's bared ass, and the other pup wriggles on his lap, eyes screwed up - in pain or pleasure, you can't tell.

"Look'it him," Ghost rumbles, grabbing Johnny by the mohawk and forcing him to look at where you're knelt several feet away. "He's gotta wait for his turn because you can't remember how to be good. That seem fair?" He shakes Johnny's head for him, and you catch him smirk when Johnny whines. "You'd be barkin' and howlin' like I'd fuckin' shot you if your positions were reversed, but he's sitting there, nice and pretty."

You shift on your knees, padded hands tapping the floor in an effort to expel any of your energy. You pant with your mouth wide open, keep your eyes locked on Ghost, trying to ignore the clenching of your hole on nothing but air.

"Poor puppy," Ghost coos, voice edging into that part-affectionate part-condescending tone that makes you drip. "Having to watch me punish Johnny, when you should be getting all my attention. Is not fair, is it?"

That's a trick question, you know it. Anything Simon decides is fair, that's how this works, and you know intuitively that there's no right answer.

You whine, then yip, leaning forward a bit.

He laughs, letting go of Johnny's head and delivering another blow, this one making Johnny wail from behind his own muzzle.

"Little longer, pup," Ghost calls over Johnny's cries, every smack nearly as loud. "Just keep bein' good for me."

You can't help your noises as you watch Johnny's punishment, but you don't move. Your hips rock against the air, but you don't try and push your paws against your cock, don't try and get yourself off without permission.

You're good, you're a good boy. Ghost said so.

You try to keep your breathing even, try to keep yourself away from that cliff-edge of desperation that can get you in trouble, but it's almost impossible with the show you're watching

Johnny's face is red, streaked with tears as he takes his punishment. His thighs and ass are the same shade of red, and the cock hanging between Ghost's spread knees matches too. He's kept hard by the black cock ring at his base, but you know he doesn't need it. His feet kick and push at the couch cushions to no avail, his mitted hands punching and pushing at the arm of the couch.

He's more muted than you, his muzzle a thick leather instead of wire, but you can still hear the way he cries. Johnny's always been loud, and he's not shy about voicing his displeasure.

Eventually, Simon begins to slow his strokes, the sound of his slaps becoming quieter and the time between each one lengthening. Johnny's cries quiet to sniffles, and you shift forward even more, knowing what's coming.

You just barely manage to hold back a whine.

"See?" Ghost rumbles, stroking up and down Johnny's sweat-slick back. "You're alright, hush now. You bring it on yourself, Johnny. Wouldn't need a punishment if you could behave more than five minutes."

His eyes shift up to yours, and you can't bite back the whine this time. Ghost smiles at you as he shifts Johnny from his lap to the floor.

"Nothing like you, huh pup?" He raises a hand, motions you forward, and you're quick to crawl to him. You shove your head into his hand, melting into the scratches through your hair. Soap stays hunched on the floor next to you, head resting on Ghost's knee as he catches your breath.

"Yeah, you're my well-behaved puppy. Nothing like the mutt, hm?" You lean further into his hand, smiling when he chuckles and gives you the pets you desperately want. "My well trained pure-bred, hm? Maybe I should enter you in shows, let everyone see how perfect you are."

Johnny whines from next to you, digging his face further into Ghost's knee. Simon scoffs, but pets him too.

"Nah, couldn't do that with you, mutt. You'd embarrass me just for the punishment." His words are mean but Ghost's tone is soft, and Johnny's eyes nearly roll back in his head at the soft scratches to his scalp. "But you'd be jealous if he got all the attention, wouldn't you?" Ghost sighs, then uses his hands to push the both of you in so your muzzled cheeks are pressed together. "Guess I'll have to keep you all for myself."

Despite your own arousal, it's not too difficult for you to sit and wait while Ghost coaxes Johnny out of his punishment-headspace. It's nice to float in the softness, so rare with the three of you, and you're content with Ghost's hand on your head.

Eventually, he moves away.

"Alright, you want your treat, pup?"

You blink hazy eyes open, shifting to try and follow his hand with a whine. He smiles at you, and grabs you by the nape of the neck to guide you more fully between his legs.

"C'mon, don't you want a reward for bein' a good boy? I think Johnny deserves one too, for takin' his punishment so well."

Soap is quicker to perk up than you, quickly crawling so he's behind you. Realizing what's going on, you sit up more fully on your knees and brace your paws on Ghost's thighs, looking up at him and smiling.

"Pretty thing," he coos. "Don't worry, you'll get to come. Johnny." He snaps, the sound loud right next to your ear. "Go on. Mount him."

Johnny doesn't have the self-control to give you time to adjust, or to go slowly. One minute you're empty and aching, the next you're stuffed to the brim and stretched wide around Johnny's cock.

You both moan, and you feel the leather of his muzzle bump against your naked shoulder. You melt into the space between Ghost's thighs, eye-level with his cock tugged out of his pants as Johnny fucks you without giving you any time to adjust.

You whine loudly, eyes screwing shut at the near painful drag of his cock in and out of your hole. It's good to be filled, satisfying an ache that you've been fighting for what feels like hours, but your body can't help but fight the intrusion, pushing you further up on your knees and making you look up at Ghost for comfort.

He only smirks and pets a hand through your hair as Johnny snarls at your attempt to get away, paws landing on your shoulders and pushing you down into his ruthless thrusts. He snarls at your yelp, wide even behind the muzzle.

"You're alright," Ghost says, hand guiding your head to rest on his inner thighs. "We both know you like it rough, pup, be a good boy and let Johnny give you what you need."

He's right, Ghost is always right, and it doesn't take long for the sharp stretch to turn to pleasure, for the heavy drag of Johnny's cock in and out of you to leave you moaning instead of whining.

You pant with an open mouth, tongue lolling out to rest on your tongue as you try and breathe through the fucking, brain scrambled. Johnny's just as loud behind you, snarls and grunts and moans slipping through the leather as he bullies himself inside of you.

"There ya go, good boy," Ghost rumbles, giving you a solid pat. "Both of you, my two good boys. You're fuckin' him so good, Johnny, giving him such a good treat."

You work your hips against Johnny, pushing back in search for more pleasure, and whine high in your throat when it's still not enough.

"Y'need more, puppy?" Ghost asks, and you nod yes as vigorously as you can with your whole body being rocked in place.

"Here," he grunts as he shifts, moving one leg between your thighs and pressing his boot against your cock. You melt at the sensation, shoving yourself up and grinding against the strings. Your cries are almost deafening as Johnny's thrusts don't falter, the combination of stimulation heavenly.

"Go on, get yourself off. You've earned it."

You don't last long after that. You work your hips against his boot, the texture rough but perfect against your slick and swollen cock, sensitive hole still pounded mercilessly by Johnny. You feel insane with pleasure, eyes rolled back in your head and drool slipping endlessly down your chin as you let yourself drown in in.

You clench hard around Johnny when you finally come, cunt clenching him and milking him for all he's worth. He howls from behind his muzzle, pressing his face along your neck. You know if his mouth was free he'd be marking you, sucking bruises into your skin and covering you in his spit. You almost whine at the lack of it.

But you're far too drenched in your own euphoria to miss anything, really, your only focus on pushing yourself to higher heights of pleasure.

You float down, eventually, but you're immediately thrown into overstimulation as Johnny's pace continues exactly as it was. He continues to pound into your mercilessly, the sound of your slick shameful in the quiet room.

You paw in a panic at Ghost's thighs, looking up at him with wide eyes as you press closer to try and get away from the cock rearranging your insides. He only smirks and presses his boot up, the pressure against your cock so soon after an orgasm absolute torture.

"Let Johnny have his treat now," he scolds lightly, giving you a slight tap to your cheek that has you trying to nuzzle yourself into the crease between his thighs and hip. "Maybe he'll manage to get off, even with that pretty ring on his cock. Let's let him try, hm?"

You look up at him with vision blurred by tears, whining as you balance the sharp edge of pleasure-pain from Johnny's minstrations.

Ghost only smirks, petting you again. "Hang tight, pup. Be a good boy for me, let our other boy have his fun."

You whine, and bury your face next to his cock, trying to breathe evenly as Johnny only drives himself more and more insane inside your cunt.

#i really don't mind writing male reader stuff it's just not my default with cod for some reason #but i never imagine myself as my reader-inserts so it doesn't change much for me lol #asks and answers #ghoap x reader #ghoap x male reader #male reader #bo writes

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tornrose24 · 3 months

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I’ve been rewatching The Ghost and Molly McGee and have concluded watching season 1. These are my thoughts and observations:

-I love how Scratch slowly warms up to Molly across the season and it is easier to catch when you watch the episodes in order. From going to a complete jerk, to valuing her friendship, to caring about how she views him, to not wanting to lose her.

-I also love how this show’s art style is like a storybook come to life in every shot.

-It makes even more sense as to why Scratch haunts Adia’s old home. Todd’s soul gravitated to the one place in Brighton that held happy memories for him, where life had yet to turn him into an anxious, fearful adult. It was a safe space for him, and he was mad when a family managed to move in and invade it. Especially Molly specifically moving into his personal room/the safest spot in the house for him.

-Molly and Scratch are BOTH horrible liars. It’s funny how similar they are in that detail, and it’s even funnier if they call each other out on it.

-Scratch is an absolute asshole to a lot of people and enjoys seeing them suffer during this season, but I think that partly stems from a ‘I was/am miserable so I like seeing others suffer.’

-I’d say Molly’s worst episode is the Snow Day episode (not listening to what everyone else wants to do) and Scratch’s worst episode is the Internship episode (taking advantage of an intern to do basic, unhelpful tasks and being a bigger asshole than usual).

-Molly nearly dies 4 times (the machine during ‘Friend off,’ was willing to catch hypothermia in order to have fun in the snow, was almost hit by the truck, and was nearly sliced in half by Jinx).

-Scratch, Mr. ‘So afraid of dying that I never lived a day’…. Gets trampled by animals, eats poison berries, gets hit by a tour bus, gets blended by the machine from ‘Friend off,’ and is sliced in half by Jinx among all the possible things that WOULD have killed him in this season if he hadn’t been a ghost at the time.

-In ‘Very Hungry Ghost’ Scratch doesn’t get to eat any of the food intended for the ghosts. Because he wasn’t fully a ghost, that feast was not meant to be eaten by him.

-I admit I have yet to catch Scratch’s ‘nervous habit of scratching his arm’ during these episodes.

-There’s a recurring theme of the adult characters regaining their passion for something they once loved in a few episodes.

-However I also appreciate showing very realistic struggles, like financial concerns and how you can’t magically restore your community and town to its glory days without some effort put into it.

-Libby’s mom can be seen as an early cameo during ‘The (Un)natural.’ Of course, she would be there for her daughter ^_^

-I’m not a huge fan of the Christmas episode (never rewatched it until now) but GOD do I love the pink sky they use against the Christmas decorations and snow.

-In Pete’s news article in ‘Twin Trouble’, it mentions that other city planners mysteriously disappeared. However, I don’t think the show EVER addressed that, because such a story fascinated me and made me wonder if there was more to Brighton than meets the eye.

-There was a wasted opportunity in not discussing who or WHAT The Chairman was. Was this mystery meant for season 3?

-Scratch mentioning that he is dead throughout the show hits differently now that we know its quite the opposite. So does seeing him having to do mandatory things for the ghost world that he technically shouldn’t NEED to be doing at that moment.

-So does his interactions with Geoff. Oh boy.

-Was Scratch specifically assigned to scare Brighton? What about the other ghosts from there, like the Tugbottom siblings? Howlin Harriet? Sonia? Why don’t we see them doing their job as much as Scratch has to?

-The sheer irony of Scratch believing that he didn’t have any fears in ‘Scaring is Caring’ only for fear to be the reason WHY he was a ghost to begin with. Once again, there’s a hell of a difference between ‘Scratch as a human being afraid of everything’ and ‘Scratch as a ghost being afraid of losing Molly and would do anything to save her.’

-No seriously, it gets to a point where Scratch risks his existence to save Molly in this season and in the next one-if he had been human, he would have been willing to die for her.

-‘All Night Plight’ is an episode I hadn’t rewatched until recently. And it hits a LOT differently this time around. Molly wanted to form a forever memory with Libby and Scratch by seeing that comet and she managed to win over Scratch who went above and beyond to ensure that was possible. While that memory is now somewhere hidden in Scratch’s mind as a living person, this episode likely was one of the events needed to push him into becoming someone who would take chances and embrace life upon coming back to life.

-Considering the number of times Molly almost dies, it would have been one thing if Scratch didn’t take it too well if he failed to save Molly. But if he learned that he was the one who had the chance to come back to life and not her? Yeah, that would have seriously wrecked his mental state.

-That moment when you realize that it was TWO souls hovering on the edge between life and death that changed everything in the Ghost World. Also I could be wrong, but I caught that Molly AND Scratch both have a brighter glow compared to most other ghosts in the Ghost World. Was this stealth foreshadowing, or just a coincidence?

-Scratch’s declaration that knowing Molly was the highlight of his afterlife. That moment when you realize Molly brought him joy after years of being miserable as both a ghost and as a human. This girl reached out to him and was able to get him to open up when no one else did. This girl who is showing him how to truly live once more. This girl who he openly declares to be his friend no matter what others will think.

-When I see Wraith!Molly hugging Libby and Scratch, I just wonder ‘WHY DOES MOLLY HAVE 3 ARMS?!’

-As good as this show is, a lot of folks who watch these Disney Channel shows are likely used to the more story-oriented shows. While the ‘slice of life’ style for TGAMM did pay off, the slow pace and length it took for the episodes to release likely worked against it and I could see why it didn’t attract more viewers at the time.

Stuff relating to Todd:

-Scratch possesses people a lot in this show, but especially in season 1. I’m reminded of someone who talked about the wraith theory on YouTube and he had this guess that Scratch might someday possess Todd and then realize something is different this time. I think that having Scratch use the possession trick so often was building up to that one moment in the last episode because it WAS a matter of time until he possessed Todd.

-As I said in a previous post, I caught Todd in the stands during The (Un)Natural, which was his ACTUAL debut episode. It was easy to miss the first time, but its a noticeable establishing character moment since he’s the only audience member who is visibly NOT happy despite that the team is winning.

-Molly stopping at Todd’s house during the song montage in the bandshell episode hits a lot differently now after the series finale. But then I laughed when she smacked him in the face with a flyer upon stopping by the house a second time in the same episode.

-We have confirmation that Scratch (as Todd) knew the mayor when they were kids and that is a tale I’m very curious about.

-I caught Todd in the audience during ‘Citizen McGee’ when the mayor bestows the honor of being mayor for a day to Molly. I admit a cynical side of me thinks that this is how he actually remembers her name in the last episode…. But at the same time he was so on auto-pilot during that time that he likely wouldn’t pay much attention or remember those events that well. (Plus, you can’t be expected to remember someone’s name once all the time). I refuse to believe that he remembered this event and that Scratch’s memories were what actually triggered the name.

-Todd’s actual lines are very limited (I don’t think he gets many in season 2 compared to this one). While Dana Snyder was voicing him, Snyder lowered his voice so much that it’s really hard to tell that he’s the one voicing Todd. I keep putting my ear to my computer to listen, but Todd barely sounds like Dana. I think they did this on purpose to avoid making it too obvious that Todd IS Scratch. (And that’s probably why he doesn’t talk as much in season 2…. Until the last episode of course).

-The Internship seems to double as foreshadowing, and not just because Todd appears or that his ‘junk’ held some very crucial clues. Molly believes that the pawnshop is where happy memories go to die while Weird Larry assures her that it’s where memories can be reborn into something new. So… is the pawnshop a metaphor for Scratch’s own depression causing his ‘death’ and how he’ll be resurrected into a happier person?

#the ghost and molly mcgee #the ghost and molly mcgee spoilers #i'll need a break before i rewatch all of season 2 #molly mcgee #scratch the ghost #todd mortenson

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writeforfandoms · 6 months

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Sergeant Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

One shots

Follow My Lead - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader - Johnny is scheduled to be home for the weekend, but biology betrays you. Aka the period comfort piece we all deserve.

Anxiety - Simon "Ghost" Riley and Johnny "Soap" MacTavish and f!reader - pre-relationship. You're meeting the guys at a bar and run into someone from your past, launching you head-first into a panic attack. Secrets are unveiled.

The Hanging Tree - John "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader - You've known Johnny for years, and for a long time you thought all the codes and prep you two went through was just to assuage his paranoia. Until he sends you a code and you have to get out fast.

Roardin - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x plus size f!reader - You’ve loved Johnny for a long time, but you’re convinced the feeling is not reciprocated. So you keep it to yourself and, well, at least he’s still your friend.

Howlin' For You now with epilogue - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader - Wolf shifter!Soap gets himself lost on a run one night and runs into you. The problem? You think he's a dog and take him home to try and find his people. Naturally, Soap falls head over heels.

Fear Not This Night - 141 x f!reader poly - Being part of the 141 pack meant you watched out for your boys, always. As their medic, it meant you sometimes flew into danger for them. When someone uses that knowledge against you to separate you from your pack, you pay the price.

Series

Fall Into Me - Fem!OC x various - After the betrayals and the lies, TF141 and certain members of Los Vaqueros start up a private security business and settle down. There’s a lovely coffee shop on the ground floor of the office building they’re in, and it doesn’t take long for bonds to start forming between them and the owner, Rose.

Listening In - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader - Soap has to work undercover at a restaurant to get info on a target, and meets a waitress he enjoys flustering. He immediately decides he wants to share her with Ghost. Four part mini series, porn then feelings.

A Lonely Place - parts one, two, three - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader - Six months after the end of the world, you find you've managed to travel into Scotland. Or, what used to be Scotland. When a group of men offer to help, you take a chance and accept.

Extras

Untitled fae thing

#johnny soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish x you #f!reader

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holybananafuck · 8 months

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Black Swan/d.r.w pt. 1

Pairing: Daniel Wagner x Female Reader

Word acount: 8439

Content Warning: technically sfw but future chapters will not be, mentions a car crash/death (not in detail), disorienting dream, touching, fighting, a lot of emotional stuff, heavy drinking, some brat stuff, soft/caregiving danny, strangers to romantic interest

A/N: this is my first time trying a series, it might not be as long or as good as others, but i wanted to branch out from one shots

black swan playlist (x)

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You grab the last box from the moving van, placing it on a small stack in your driveway.

“And if you need anything, Dad and I are just a phone call away, even if it takes us 5 hours to get here. We love you so much!” Your mom approaches you for one last hug.

“I know, Mom. I think I’m gonna be okay. I love you guys so much more.” You reassure her and peck her cheek.

She slowly gets into the uHaul, making sure not to let you see the tears running down her cheek. You blow a kiss to your dad and wave goodbye as they roll out of the driveway to your new home. Moving to a new state was something you’d been looking forward to since high school. You finally get to escape the constant state of drama from back home. Nashville is a breath of fresh air, a clean slate. Nobody knows who you are and you could finally make genuine friends as opposed to those who felt obligated. Growing up in a small town, everyone knew everything about everybody, no matter how personal the matter. You needed something that wasn’t going to keep sucking the life out of you.

“Hey! Did you want help with that?” You hear a man’s voice walking towards you across your lawn.

You turn to see the man in question now standing not even a foot in front of you. He’s at least 6ft tall, his dark curls perfectly frame his freckled, sun kissed face, and he smells like sandalwood and bergamot. He’s wearing a Howlin’ Wolf shirt that he cut the sleeves off of and short yellow shorts with white Vans. You froze in your shoes, not because he seemed like a threat, but because you were captivated by his looks.

“Oh, right. Sorry! I’m Danny, from next next door.” He awkwardly reaches his hand out to you.

“Hi, Danny, from next door, I’m Y/N, I just moved in! Well, I’m working on it at least…” You reach out to shake his hand, worried about the claminess of your own.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Can I help you with that last stack?” He says through giggles.

“Huh? Oh, yeah sure! Thank you, my arms thank you mostly!” You couldn’t have made it anymore awkward.

He effortlessly picks up the 3 boxes and waits for you to let him in your house.

“You can go ahead and just leave them there. Thank you, again, I really appreciate it!”

“Yeah, no problem at all,” He looks around before he leans in your doorway with one arm up against the frame, “Do you want help getting set up?”

You’ve known him for a good 7 minutes, but you don’t miss a beat telling him he can help.

“Only if you want, no pressure.”

“I don’t mind, the faster you’re situated the faster I can show you around.”

“Well then, Danny, let’s get this show on the road.”

You had some furniture shipped to your house from various stores last week, you wanted to make sure you’d have some furniture to help you settle in a little quicker. Danny offers to help you assemble some of what’s arrived, starting with your bed so you have somewhere comfortable to sleep for the night. After working on the frame for about 20 minutes, you break the silence.

“So, Danny, what do you do for work? If you don't mind me asking.”

“Oh, I’m actually in a band. I play the drums!”

“Are you in one of those Queen cover bands, like the ones that dress up as former members and whatnot…?”

“Nah, as fun as that sounds, though. I’m in a band called Greta Van Fleet.”

You try to think of who Greta Van Fleet is but you can’t even pretend like you’ve heard of them before. You give Danny a confused look before admitting to him,“Gonna be real with you, I have no idea who that is…”

He looks relieved that you don’t know who he is. If his band is as big as he’s making it sound, it’s probably not often Danny goes unrecognized.

“A lot to get into with that… are you hungry? I can order some pizza from this family owned shop downtown.” It’s obvious he wants to change the topic of discussion, so you let him.

“Sure, pizza sounds really good right now!” You happily accept his offer. You hadn’t eaten anything since Burger King at the last rest stop before hitting Tennessee.

Danny asks you what you like before he grabs his phone off of your bedroom window sill and dials up the pizza place. He’s pacing around your room biting the nail to his pointer finger, waiting for someone to pick up.

“Hi there! I’m great, how are you today? Good, good. Could I please get a large pepperoni pizza? It’ll be for delivery. 25 minutes? Okay, yeah that’s great.” He gives the person on the phone the address and his number before wishing them a great day and hanging up.

He places his phone back in the window sill where he retrieved it from. Your bedroom has one of those huge sit-in windows with a mini bookshelf underneath. You start to ask him some basic questions just to try and get to know him better. You learn his birthday is December 29th, he has a sister named Josie back home in Michigan, his favorite color is “probably blue or red,”and he loves golf and music.

“What do you listen to?” You’ve always felt you can learn a lot by what kind of music someone likes.

“I love Buffalo Springfield,” he looks down at his shirt, pinching it between his fingers and tugging it away from his body, “Howlin’ Wolf, Carole King, stuff like that, ya know?”

“I’ve never listened to any of them, why don’t you put something on?”

He reaches over to grab his phone, you watch as he pulls up Apple Music and starts typing.

“This one’s called ‘For What It’s Worth’ by Buffalo Springfield.” He smiles ear to ear, you can tell he enjoys talking about and sharing music.

You two sit criss-crossed facing each other on your floor, knees and toes touching one another. The song is just a little over two minutes.

“So, what do ya think?” He taps his hands rapidly on your knees, waiting in anticipation for your response.

To your surprise you genuinely like the song he shows you. “It was good! I might have to start listening to them!”

“What about you, what do you listen to?”

You think for a second, you didn’t want to pick something too cliché. Your library was pouring with Harry Styles, Taylor Swift and others alike. Although you did have a few artists that were sort of out there. You decide to share one of the smaller artists on your list in hopes it impresses Danny.

“Well I like this one artist, Jerry Paper, their music is pretty cool!”

“Lay ‘em on me.”

Danny watches as you lean forward to grab your phone out of your back pocket. You open Spotify and type in “Jerry Paper'' as fast as you can.

You select a song called “Your Cocoon.” The song is almost 3 minutes long, and the entire time Danny seems to like it.

“Where the hell did you find that?!” He sounds almost impressed.

“My high school band director! He used to play songs from smaller artists every day as we were getting settled in and setting up our instruments!” His eyes widened at the mention of “band director.”

“No shot, you’re a former band kid?” He pokes your arm teasingly.

“Yeah, what about it? At least I’m former and not current.” You giggle at him.

“Touché, madame, touché.”

Your flirting is put to a halt at the ring of the doorbell.

“Oh! That’s probably the pizza, let me go get it.” Danny stands up and heads toward your front door.

He’s gone for about 5 minutes before poking his head into the bedroom to get you for lunch. You guys stand at the counter, your dining room table still disassembled in an Ikea box somewhere amongst the chaos.

“We gotta get your table put together next.” Danny says muffled by pizza.

You like that he used “we,” it implies Danny’s willing to help you fully settle in.

After you’re both finished eating, you head back to your room to finish setting up, Danny following behind. It takes you about 2 hours to build your dresser, mostly because Danny dropped the bag of tiny screws on the rug and you guys spent a half hour on your hands and knees searching for them all. Once your dresser and bed are put together, Danny starts bringing in boxes labeled “BEDROOM” and stacking them against the wall. You rummage through boxes as he’s bringing them in to find the new bed set you purchased before moving. It’s a cream colored sheet with delicately placed sage green flowers across it, paired with a reversible sage and lavender blanket and pillow cases. You toss them on top of your mattress in preparation to dress your bed before you lay down.

“Do you want to work on the living room or dining room furniture now?” Danny’s twirling one of the little wrenches that come with the furniture between his fingers in true drummer style.

“We can do the living room, it would be nice to watch tv tonight.”

You guys head to the living room, there’s a few stacks of boxes occupying the space. Most of it’s just books, little decorative pieces and throw pillows with matching blankets to cozy up the space. Putting together the coffee table and couch only takes about 2 hours, that was an impressive amount of time for two articles of furniture considering it took that long to put together a dresser. You arrange the couch and the little chairs you bought in a way you liked, making sure all seats have access to the coffee table sitting in the middle. The previous owners left a shelf and a tv in the living room, the tv works and the shelf didn’t particularly match but you figured you paint it when you could. After you have everything where you like it, Danny offers to help you put up some of your movies and decorations. Taking advantage of his height, you let him hang up your pictures and wall decor. He comes across a box filled with pictures of you with friends and family.

“Oh, who’s this?” He sounds bummed when he holds up a picture of you hugging a man, both dressed up in formal wear.

“That’s my cousin! Neither of us had a date for our senior prom so we went together.” You walk over and flip through some more pictures to put Danny at ease.

“See, here’s us at our first soccer tournament in 2nd grade. We weren’t really good, but we had fun with eachother. He grew to love soccer over the years.” You pause for a second trying to hold back emotions, “He uh, he kept trying though, he was pretty damn good by our senior year.”

You flipped through a couple more photos before you got to your graduation photo.

“Where is he for this one, you guys were in the same grade, right?” Danny was hesitant to ask because he could see tears swelling up about to spill over your lash line.

“Ryan didn’t get to physically graduate, so I wore his soccer jersey instead of a dress. He got into a really bad car accident right before graduation. He died at the scene.” You were trying not to cry too much.

“Y/N, you don’t have to talk about what happened if it hurts you too much.” He places his hand on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, it’s a lot. He was my best friend ever since we were little. Our moms were pregnant around the same time, he was four days older than me. And I miss him a lot, every day.”

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. C’mere, I have you.” Danny wipes the tears off of your cheek and pulls you into his arms.

You wrap your arms around his torso and sob into his shirt. He squeezes one arm around your shoulders and his other arm is wrapped around your head as he places his chin on the top of it. You stayed in his arms for a short while, he was inviting and warm, love radiating off of him like it was his body’s only job. His allowance of vulnerability was admirable. Trying to calm down, you attempt to match your breathing to Danny’s, taking in his scent with each inhale. He starts to rub his hand over your shoulder creating physical warmth where it once existed metaphorically. You peel yourself off of Danny’s shirt that is now soaked in tears to which he ignores.

“How ya feelin’? Do you need water?” His hands resting on your shoulders, rubbing his thumbs over the fabric of your shirt.

“No, I’m alright. I’m sorry, we literally just met that’s a lot on the first day.” You felt so bad for being so emotional, poor Danny was just trying to be nice and help you out and he instead got a trauma dump session.

“Don’t ever apologize to me for that, I like to be there for people who need someone. I don’t care how long or little I’ve known you, I still want you to know I care.”

“I really appreciate you, Dan. We’ve known each other for, what? 5 hours give or take? You are the most genuine person I’ve met in my life.” You meant it, you really meant it and you hope that he doesn’t end up being just like everyone else.

“I appreciate you. I must admit, I like you a lot, Y/N.” Danny’s brown eyes were shimmering like stars in the night sky.

“I like you, too, Danny.”

You start reaching for some decorations as Danny follows suit. You let Danny know he could put the pictures wherever he sought fit, and you started organizing your DVDs and board games on the shelf below the tv. Comfortable silence fills the room accompanied by serine energy. It only takes a half hour to finish up decorations as the empty boxes pile up against the wall.

“Hey, I’m gonna go take these boxes out, why don’t you take a break?” The break in silence makes Danny jolt as if he forgot he wasn’t alone in your house.

Before you grab the stack, you flick on the light to the ceiling fan counteracting the dawn peaking through the windows. Danny makes his way to the door so he can open it for you. While you’re outside you take a couple minutes to take in the scent of nature as opposed to the smell of cardboard trapped in your walls, the sunset cascading through your hair. Once you head inside, you see Danny hunched over the table in the living room.

“Danny?” You ask standing in the doorway.

He swiftly stands up and spins around, revealing a board game he set up.

“I figured now that the living room is together it would be nice to relax a little.” He was so serious.

You walk towards the couch, eyes still locked to the table trying to figure out what game he’d set up. Upon getting closer you see he set up Risk.

“Danny… Risk can go on for hours and it’s getting late…” You cross your arms around your chest before sitting on the couch, Danny sits next to you.

“Yeah? I mean I don’t mind if you don’t mind. I enjoy being around you, Y/N. Besides, I like a good Risk.”

“Well, we’ve made a lot of progress, and I don’t have to start work until Monday.” You reach over for the rule book and go over them with Danny.

After going through the rules, Danny picks the red army, you pick yellow, and the neutral team becomes blue. He was a lot better at Risk than you were anticipating, but not good enough to end it quickly. The hours passed by so quickly with Danny that you hadn’t realized it was now 1:16 in the morning, you wouldn’t have noticed if your mom didn’t try calling you once she got home. You silenced the call figuring you can call her back in a few minutes.

“It’s getting really late, Danny.”

“Oh, right. Well in that case, can I see you tomorrow?” His cheeks start turning red.

“I mean, I do live next door…”

“I meant, can we do this again tomorrow? Or if you want we can get dinner?”

“Sure, we can get dinner. I don’t know where anything is though, so that one’s on you, big guy.” You pat his bicep, eyes widening at the muscle under his skin.

“Ooh, I get to surprise you then! Good, good. Just one thing and I’ll go home…”

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“Can I get your number?” He holds his phone out to you, already open to enter a new contact.

You grab his phone and type in your name and number, returning it to him afterwards.

“No contact photo? That’s rough… Can I?” He asks, raising his eyebrows with a little smirk.

“Go for it.”

Danny reaches up and tucks your hair behind your ear. He cradles your face with his hand, his thumb resting over the highest point of your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. You fight the urge to lean into his warmth as he snaps a picture.

“There we go, that’s better.” He removed his hand from your face, leaving your skin feeling naked.

Danny shows you the picture for approval, your big doe eyes shimmering up at Danny behind the camera, capturing the yellow hue from the lamp washing over your features. You look disgustingly in love with this stranger you felt like you’d known forever.

“I’ll text you, okay? Good night Y/N. I’ll see ya tomorrow.” You were hoping he would be bold enough to try and kiss you, but instead he spins around and helps himself out the front door.

You call your mom back, hoping she’s still awake.

“Hey Mama, did I wake you?”

“No, of course not, baby! We just wanted to call and let you know we made it home!”

“I’m glad you guys made it safe. Get some rest, tell Dad I love him. And I love you, Mom.”

“I will, we love you too.” She waits a second before you hear the phone hang up.

You clean up Risk and what was left from pizza earlier. You head in your room and place your phone on the charger, placing it on top of your dresser, before making your bed. You grab some clothes from your newly built dresser and gather your stuff for a shower. The first shower in a different house usually felt the same as sleeping in a new room for the first time, almost as if you didn’t belong there, that you would be caught somewhere you shouldn’t be. For once you stand under unfamiliar water and feel secure in your location, you know you belong here, this is your home. You stand under the shower head letting the hot water steam up the bathroom until it’s hard to see, before you decide you should probably wash your hair and body. You’re taking in the feeling of each water drop as it hits your skin and the way it rolls off of your body as you reach for your shampoo. You take your time washing your hair, face and body. If your fingers and toes weren’t pruning and your skin wasn’t beet red, you’d have stayed under the warmth a bit longer. Once you get out, you wrap yourself in a towel, draw back the curtain and crack the window to let out the steam. You're not purposely looking but you could see light in one of Danny’s windows, with his tall stature perfectly filling the space in the middle. You take in his bare broad shoulders and the way his curls cascade down them, and you must have been looking hard enough because Danny turns around to look out of his window. You swiftly turn around hoping he hadn’t seen you. To avoid any more awkwardness, you approach the mirror to moisturize your face and brush your teeth, deciding it’s best to get dressed in your room. Your phone vibrates a few times as you’re getting dressed for bed.

Maybe: Danny

1:21 Hey, it’s Danny!

1:21 (From next door)

1:57 Was that you in the window…?

You

2:16 omg hi danny! i was in the shower… thought i heard something outside

2:16 wasnt trying to be a peeping tom:(

Eagerly waiting a response, you save his number to pass time, just as “Danny<3”

Danny<3

2:20 That’s what they all say smh… did you find anything scary…?

You

2:20 nope! just the boy next door who is probably super creeped out by his new neighbor

Danny<3

•••

He stopped typing, you watch for the typing bubble to pop back up.

Danny<3

2:37 Not creeped out, depending on how much you saw… 🫣

You

2:38 just your back, if you murdered someone i didn’t see it!! (please dont kill me next)

Danny<3

2:38 No, I did scratch my ass tho. THAT would have been embarrassing for you to see.

2:39 I got Spotify so I could make you a playlist

2:40 Give my playlist a listen: for the girl next door💌 by dwags1229 on Spotify!

You

2:40 danny im gonna cry thats so cute

2:40 i’ll listen right now

Danny<3

2:41 Don’t cry again

2:41 Not without me there, at least

You “Haha” react his last text before opening the link he sent you. The link opens a playlist he titled “for the girl next door 💌” with no cover photo. Scrolling through you see some of the artists he mentioned earlier in the day, but something catches your eye.

“You’re the One” by Greta Van Fleet…

You

2:42 sneaking your own band in there?? cheeky cheeky mr dan

Danny<3

2:45 That’s what you wanted right…?

You

2:45 i’m listening to that one first

Danny<3

2:46 And ruin my “strategic” set up?! How daaaaare you!!!!

You

2:48 i’ll give it a listen

Danny<3

2:48 You better! It will be a topic of discussion tomorrow

You

2:56 listen to this to pass the time

2:56 Give my playlist a listen: danny💓 by ilikebigbugs on Spotify!

Danny<3

2:57 Cute, cute. Big bugs? Like big butts…?

You

2:57 no comment 🤐 good night dwags1229

Danny<3

2:58 Good night beautiful, I’ll see you at 8, it’s a date.

You

2:58 sounds good

Unable to hold back giggles and feet kicking you attempt to settle down as you set your alarm for 10am. Beautiful. Date. No man has ever made you feel the way Danny has in a mere 12 hours. The thought of waiting so long before seeing him again made your heart ache, your body filled to the brim with anxiety. You sit up and scramble for your phone, putting the playlist Danny made you on repeat, and your phone on do not disturb. As you lay back in bed you feel the waves of sleepiness wash over you, taking the anxiety with them, your mind finally stops wandering allowing you to drift away.

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Danny’s worked his way into your dreams, beautifully haunting your subconscious being. He’s facing a window looking into an unfamiliar building as you approach him with your hand out. As you go to touch him he dissolves, reappearing behind the glass he was once looking in, now looking back at you. He places his hand on the glass before you, to which you follow suit placing yours on his.

“Come here.” He says from inside the building.

You look around and can’t find a door, you try to back away to walk around seeing if you can get to him. Only when you try to remove your hand from Danny’s do you realize that you can’t. The glass is slowly melting between you, your hands trying to feel one another, but all you feel is the slight burn from the heat.

“Tell me what you need.” He says.

“Danny, there’s no door.”

“Follow me.” He puts his entire body against the window, so you do too.

The burn of the glass between the two is subtle but enough for your physical body to sweat. Danny’s trying to pull you closer to him, the heat burning you up so bad you’re crying.

“Don’t cry, I’m right here. I got you.” He says shakily, unsure if he can help before the burning sends you into shock.

The whole realm goes dark as the burning dissipates. Your surroundings look like a sensory deprivation tank, leaving you in an inch of warm water in the pitch black. A small sliver of light beams in the distance revealing the shadow of a figure.

“Danny?” You cry out.

The manly figure walks closer, distorting itself into the shape of a black swan. You’re crying out for help, but nothing is moving. Your screams are muffled and you’re unable to move as the swan gets closer. It opens its mouth releasing a streak of light and heat but no noise that you can hear.

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You jolt up from your bed, hot to the touch and gasping for air. You dangle your feet off the edge trying to collect yourself. You grab your phone off the dresser and head to the bathroom. The window and curtains are still drawn, you close them seeing Danny’s curtain is still open. You sit against the wall on the tile floor, knees in your chest as you Google the meaning of your dream.

Black Swan: an unpredictable or unforseen event, typically one with extreme consequences

Black swan meaning in dreams: usually a positive sign- good things, unexpected blessings, personal healing, relationship transformations

You think your dream was trying to tell you something about Danny. Maybe pursuing a relationship with him will push you towards growth, but at what cost? You’ve always believed dreams were the way of the universe giving you answers. You believe Morpheus sent Danny to you in your dream as a lesson, working with his brothers to send the swan. You lock your phone and rest your head against the bathroom wall, the playlist still playing in the background.

Tonight you’re mine completely.

You give your love so sweetly.

Tonight the love of life is in your eyes.

But will you love me tomorrow?

Carole King fills the room around you as you try to gather yourself again. You hear a knock at your door, pushing you to gather much quicker. You walk down the hall and through the kitchen to the front door. As you open it you’re met with Danny, he’s wearing black shirt with blue jeans and his white shoes. He’s holding two coffees and a white paper bag.

“Hey, I texted you to see if you wanted breakfast but you didn’t answer, so I figured I’d bring you some anyways.” He held out the bag and a coffee for you.

“Sorry, I just woke up, what time is it…?” You’re trying to hide behind the door because you’re wearing tiny shorts and an old beat up shirt.

“Don’t apologize, Y/N. It is 11:13, so I guess this is closer to lunch than breakfast.”

“Here, come in, I just have to change real quick.”

You open the door and allow Danny to welcome himself in. You run to your room and get dressed as fast as you can, quickly sifting through drawers to find something nice enough to be seen in. You come across a baby blue shirt that you pair with black skinny jeans and white shoes, deciding it’s going to be the best option you come across without tearing everything apart. You meet Danny in the living room, he’s sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone.

“I didn’t know what kind of coffee you like so I asked the barista to surprise me with something sweet, hopefully it’s good. Also I just got you an everything bagel with cream cheese.”

“That’s perfect! You didn’t have to do this, Danny. I appreciate it.”

“Anything for you.”

You sit down next to him as you guys eat your breakfast together. You were contemplating mentioning the dream, but ultimately decided it’s not entirely important enough to mention it on the second day. Instead you two sit side by side on the couch sipping coffee and eating bagels.

“So,” Danny turns to face you as he continues, “the playlist, what did you think?”

“I love it! The Carole King song is so good, I can’t get enough of it.”

“I was hoping you’d like that one, it’s one of my favorites.” He reaches for a napkin and wipes cream cheese from the corner of your lip.

Your heart flutters as Danny’s hand moves away from your face, wishing he’d stay there longer.

“What’s going on in there, Y/N?” He can tell by the look on your face that something was up.

“Nothing, it’s just- nevermind it’s nothing.” Your continuous fear of rejection prohibits you from telling Danny what you want, afraid he isn’t feeling the same way.

“Hm… Okay… Well I have to go meet the boys for practice at 1, I’ll be back here at 8 to pick you up. Wear something nice.” He grabs his phone off the table and gets off the couch.

“Good bye, Danny. I’ll see you at 8.”

“Bye, beautiful, I’ll text you if anything changes.” You liked how he said beautiful, like it was the name he’d met you with.

You start setting up your dining room and kitchen to pass the time. You figured you’d get ready at 7 and be done by the time Danny got there. Putting together the dining room set was easy, but admittedly less fun without Danny’s presence. You finally unboxed all your dishes, you wash and dry them before gently placing them in your cabinets. There wasn’t much decoration going on in your kitchen, but you knew in due time it would be filled with fun little momentums from Nashville. You’re finished cleaning and setting up your kitchen and dining room by 4, so you decide to watch something on tv to ease your nerves. It wasn’t the thought of going on a date, or the date being with Danny that made you anxious, it was the fact you had just met him and had no idea what his intentions were. You can’t help but think the only reason Danny’s interested in you is because you’re new in town. You don’t recognize his band to any extent outside of the one song he shared with you which could be his only motive. You try to drown out the thoughts with a terrible rom com on Netflix. You had spent so much time thinking about hypotheticals that it was already 7. Your phone alarm is sounding from the table at an obnoxious volume, you reach over to shut it off. You head to your bedroom and peer amongst your clothing. Wear something nice. Wear something nice. Wear something nice. His instructions echo through your thoughts. What is his idea of nice anyways? You decide on a black dress that you’d had since your senior year in highschool. It has surprisingly grown with you over the years, you wore it to senior homecoming, several highschool parties, and even the club on your 21st birthday. You pull out a tight, tiny, black spaghetti strapped dress from your dresser. You dig out a pair of black pumps from your closet and hope to God you can still walk in them. You slip the dress on and put on some makeup in the mirror. A little bit of mascara and your eyebrows has been your go to routine since sophomore year, you'd seen enough girls with orange foundation that you never ventured that far. You put on some simple jewelry, a silver bracelet and tiny diamond earrings with a matching necklace your aunt got you as a gift for your graduation. You spritz yourself with an almost empty sample of Armani’s Code For Her that you’d gotten for free at Sephora. As you're doing the strap to your heels you hear a knock at the door. You check the time on your phone, 7:48. Your phone lights up again with a text from Danny.

Danny<3

7:48 Can I come in?

You

7:49 yeah, im finishing up now

You hear the door open up as Danny slowly makes his way in. You can hear his footsteps working their way toward your room. He pokes his head in, his body following shortly after. He’s wearing head to toe black, button down shirt, slacks and dress shoes.

“I got you these.” He’s holding a bouquet of white roses out before you.

“Danny, these are beautiful.”

“Says you.” He looks you up and down and huffs out a big breath. “Do you have somewhere you want me to put them?”

“Oh! I think there’s a vase somewhere in the kitchen.” You stand up from your bed and hobble towards him, eventually gaining balance.

He lets you pass him as he follows you to the kitchen. You dig under the counter before you’re finally able to reach the vase you’d shoved under there earlier. Danny grabs the vase and helps you up. He leans over the sink and fills the vase with water before placing the roses in it. He takes it over to the table and places it in the center.

“Did you put this together without me?” Danny looks at you with sad eyes.

“Yeah, I just needed to pass the time, I figured I’d get it out of the way.” You say placing your hand on his shoulder.

The mention of time urges Danny to look at his watch.

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself, “Y/N, we gotta go. We’re gonna be late.”

Late? Did he make reservations? The thought of him making reservations made your body swarm with warmth. He grabs his keys as he heads out of the door, you lock it behind you following him out. He approached a black Corvette parked in your driveway, making your 2002 Toyota Camry look like a beat up cereal box. He opens the passenger door for you to get in. As he’s settling into the car, Danny puts on the playlist you made him.

“Okay, it’s about a 30 minute drive. You ready?” He asks as he’s putting sunglasses on.

“Yes, of course! Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

As he’s driving he has his left hand steering and his right arm on the center console. He’s tapping the steering wheel to the beat. You place your left arm towards the center console, hoping he’ll pick up on your hint. Danny glances down at the movement and moves his arm over yours, intertwining his fingers with yours. He rubs the side of your thumb with his.

“Your hands are soft.” Danny breaks the silence.

“Thank you, I try.” You giggle in response.

Other than that small exchange, you two don’t talk during the drive. You spend the time taking in the situation, thinking about how you’re going on a fancy date with a guy you had just met. Part of you wondered if he was a sugar daddy, or if this was a kink of some sort. Your deep thought is interrupted as the two of you arrive at your destination.

“We’re here.” Danny unlocks his fingers from yours and turns the car off.

You get out and Danny tells you to wait for him. He meets you on your side, reaching for you hand and locking your fingers together again. Your hands fit together as if they were crafted with each other in mind. Before Danny grabs the door for the restaurant, he looks down at you with lust filled eyes.

“I’m not trying to ignore you, you’re just breathtaking. I’m having a hard time thinking of words.” His eyes rapidly shoot around your figure, trying to take all of you in at once.

Danny reaches up and cradles your face, you’re praying for him to break the tension and kiss you, but he just drags his thumb over your cheeks again before moving his hand away from you to open the door. He walks up to the kiosk, and mutters a name you can’t make out, the attendant nods his head and points to a table to the left. You follow Danny to the table dressed in white linens. You sit across from each other as a waitress approaches.

“Hi, my name's Cherri, I’ll be your waitress tonight. What can I start you off with for drinks?”

Danny didn’t even look at the menu before asking, “Can I have a Moscow Mule?”

Cherri nods her head and then looks at you. You’re nervous to drink on the first date, but you think a couple drinks may ease your anxiety. Danny was hopefully going to call a taxi or only have one drink, but you figured you’d cross that bridge when you got there, whichever bridge that was.

“A margarita on the rocks, please.” You finally settle on your safe drink, Cherri nods again before asking, “Anything else?” You shake your head no.

“On the rocks?” Danny raises an eyebrow.

“The alcohol hits quicker and it’s less cold, sensitive teeth.” You shrug.

“Oh, hits quicker?” He sucks his teeth, “ Am I that bad?”

“No! It’s not you, I’m just nervous. I need to loosen up a bit.”

“Am I coming off too strong?” Danny looks worried.

“No, I promise it’s not you, Danny. It’s just been a while since I’ve been out.” You’re fiddling with the edge of a napkin.

“Just let me know when you want to go home, okay?”

“I will.”

Cherri comes back with your drinks. “Today’s Bottomless Margaritas!” Cherri takes your orders and walks away.

“Ooh, did you hear that, Y/N? You can really loosen those nerves tonight.” Danny winks at you.

“Tempting…” you stop to think before you say anything too out of line before you land on, “So, the playlist. What do you think?”

“Sunny Road is my favorite song by a landslide. I like that she mentions that her middle name’s still “Risk.” Reminds me of, well, me.” He lets out a little giggle.

“I thought you’d like that.” You smile at him.

As your dinner finds its way to the table, you guys talk a little more about music. Two margaritas in and you ask him about his band. He seems much more open talking about it now then he did yesterday.

“It’s me on drums, my best friend Sam on bass and keys, and his older twin brothers Jake and Josh. Jake plays guitar and Josh is our lead singer.” He goes into some detail about how he and Sam met, and touches on how they’ve taken him in as their bonus brother. “Their parents treat Josie and I like we’re their own. Karen’s gotten us both a Christmas gift every year since Sam and I were in sixth grade.”

“Seriously, that’s so cute, Danny. Sam and his family sound amazing.”

“They are amazing, truly. You’ll meet them soon, we’re just working on finishing up our new project. I promise you’ll meet the boys soon.” You could tell he truly loved his bonus brothers.

You guys continue talking about your home state, and your back story alongside Danny’s, really taking the time to get to know each other better. Throughout the course of your date, you consume approximately 3.5 margaritas, Danny finished his Moscow Mule and then swapped to water so he could drive. He made a joke about how he’d leave his doorless Jeep here without any thought, but wouldn’t leave his Corvette here with an army, meaning he wasn’t going to be going home without it.

“Hey beautiful,” Danny reaches for your hand, “you ready to get out of here?” Danny notices you’re visibly tipsy but doesn’t want to make you feel bad. You barely manage to say “Yes.”

Danny helps you out to the car, he’s holding onto your waist and one of your arms to make sure you don’t fall. He gets you into the car and buckles you in.

“Danny, you smell so good… and you look soooo good.” The alcohol’s speaking more than you’d like it to.

“Thank you. I’m gonna take us home, if you feel sick let me know, okay?” You nod in agreement as he pats your thigh sending chills straight to your center, wishing he’d touch you more.

Danny drives with his right hand on your thigh, you wrap your entire body around his arm and rest your head on him. Being with him in such a way felt so natural, like you’ve known him your entire life. He felt like a childhood friend that you’d always had a crush on, maybe a boy you’d chase on the playground in kindergarten. You had completely forgotten in that moment that Danny was really just a stranger who you met yesterday. He has you wrapped around his finger and you fear it’s becoming painfully obvious.

“Okay, Y/N, we’re home. Where’s your keys?” Danny flicks on the interior car light.

“I think- I think they dropped under the seat. Let me check. I think I need to get out.” You unbuckle your seat belt and Danny exits the car to help you look.

He opens your door and holds his hand out for you to grab on to, as you get out you hit your head on the door frame and start laughing.

“Oh my god, are you okay? Is your head alright?” Danny looks concerned as he reaches to hold you up against his body for balance.

“My head?”

“Yeah, is your head okay?” He brushes your hair out of your face, using his finger to move your chin up.

“Nobody’s told me it wasn’t!” You giggle and move your face into Danny’s chest.

“What am I gonna do with you? Actually, don’t answer that, where’s your house key?” Danny sits you back in the car, feet outside the door as he looks under the seat for your keys. “Y/N your keys aren’t in here, are you sure they’re not in your bag? Do you want me to check?”

You dump your purse onto your lap, all that falls out is a pack of gum, a phone charger and some lipgloss but no keys.

“Danny, I think they’re in my house. On the hook.” You pointed to your front door. Danny runs over and shines his phone light through your window and looks next to your front door.

“Well, what do you know? Your keys are definitely inside. I’m not breaking into your house, it’s almost midnight.” He puts his hand on his temple and shakes his head side to side.

“Danny! We can have a sleepover at Danny’s house!” You get really excited at the thought of spending the night with Danny.

“We don’t really have a choice, I’m not gonna let you sleep on your patio.” He situates your legs back in the car. He gets in and backs out of your driveway and backs into his. Danny parks the car and goes to help you out of the car again.

“Careful with your head, beautiful.”

“Mine is good, we went over this. How’s yours?” You giggle at him again.

“Okay.”

“You’re not gonna answer?” You poked his cheek.

“You’ll find out.” He mumbles so low you barely hear him, but you don’t think you were meant to.

Danny helps you inside and walks you to the couch as he flicks on some lights. He goes to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water from his fridge. He sits down next to you and opens the bottle, placing it in your hands.

“How are you feeling?” He gently asks.

“Like I want to kiss you.” You take a couple sips of water before putting it down on the table.

“Do you want a kiss?” He’s looking at you the same way he did before entering the restaurant.

“Mhm.” Wrapping your arms around Danny’s neck you feel a force pull your lips to his like magnets. His lips are soft and gentle and he stays in one place allowing you to be in control. You move yourself over Danny, straddling his thighs forcing him against the back of the couch. He places his hands at the small of your back, still gently kissing your lips.

“I want you.” Your hands trail down his sides, finding their way to his zipper. He grabs your hands and moves them up, placing them on his chest.

“Not happening tonight. A for effort, though.”

“Why?” You pout.

“Because, you’re drunk. I’m not doing anything with you while you’re drunk, Y/N.” He tucks your hair behind your ear.

“But I’m telling you I want it. I’m telling you I want you.” You’re whining and gently banging your fists on his chest.

“And I’m telling you no, you’re drunk. I want you, too, but I can’t let you make that choice right now. I’m sorry.” His hands make their way to yours, he grabs them and kisses your wrists. “C’mon you need to get some sleep, it’s late.”

“No! I’m going home!” Standing up wasn’t your best bet, but you try anyway, stumbling into the coffee table almost falling.

“Stop, you’re gonna hurt yourself. You’re not going home, remember? You locked your keys inside.”

“Maybe you’re lying to me! Maybe you- maybe you just wanted to fuck me but I’m to drunk for you.” You got quieter on the second part of your statement.

“Really? You’re being a brat because I’m deciding not to fuck you while you’re too drunk to remember anything? Sit on the couch.”

“Why? So you can-”

“I didn’t say talk. Just sit there and drink your water. I’m gonna go get you clothes.” The sternness in his voice makes your body immediately fall to the couch under his command.

He comes from his room with a shirt and a pair of sweatpants. “Do you need help?”

“I don’t know, Danny. Am I too drunk for you to help?” You cross your arms and look away from him.

“Knock it the fuck off and tell me what you need.”

“I told you what I needed.”

“No, you told me what you wanted, and you’re not getting it. Now do you need my help standing up, or not?”

“Yes.” Tears are swelling in your eyes as you pout and look at Danny.

“Why are you crying?” Danny puts his hands on his hips and approaches the couch.

“Because now you’re mad at me.” As the tears start pouring down your face, Danny sits next to you.

“Hey, hey, no. Did I say I was mad at you?”

“You implied it, you- you used mean words and you were being bossy and you-”

“And I what? Told you you were too drunk, Y/N? Please, just let me take care of you.”

Danny reaches down and starts to undo your heels, you throw yourself over his back, sobbing into his shoulders. After he gets your heels off he slides the sweatpants over your legs. Danny stands in front of you and grabs your arms to help you stand up, allowing you to pull the sweatpants up under your dress.

“Here sit back down, I’m gonna turn around so you can put this shirt on, okay?”

You peel the dress off of your sweaty body and toss it on the floor beside Danny, replacing it with the big black shirt he gave you.

“You all done? I’m gonna see if Josie left any makeup wipes here from the last time she visited.” He walks towards the bathroom and returns a couple minutes later with a pack of makeup wipes. He sits on the couch beside you again and removes a wipe from the pack. He places his right hand at the back of your head and wipes your makeup off with his left. His touch was equivalent to that of a mothers, gentle and careful. After he wipes your makeup off he kisses your forehead.

“Let’s get you to bed. Do you want to sleep out here or in bed with me? The couch folds out into a bed, I have extra blankets and pillows.” His hands are cradling your face, eyes locked with yours.

“If I sleep in your bed, can you hold me?” You ask sheepishly.

“Of course I can hold you. Is that what you want?”

You shake your head yes, Danny gets up and turns the lights out. Moonlight pours in through the windows and washes the room a gorgeous shade of blue. Danny grabs your hand to guide you to his room but you’re still having a hard time standing.

“Do you want me to carry you?”

You shake your head yes again. Danny motions your hands around his neck and signals you to jump, wrapping your legs around his waist. You bury your face in his neck as he carries you to his room, laying you down in his bed. He takes his shirt off and changes into sweatpants, sliding into the bed next to you.

“Come here, beautiful.” He lays his arm out so you can nuzzle up next to him.

Danny lays on his side, the two of you lying chest to chest. He pulls the blanket up so your shoulders are covered. He throws his right arm over your waist, pulling you closer to him and wraps his left arm around your head. Your right cheek is pressed against his bicep. He plants a kiss on the top of your head as he rubs your back. You fall asleep to the sound of his breathing, trying not to think about what tomorrow will bring.

part 2

#greta van fleet #greta van fic #greta van fluff #greta van fleet fan fiction #gvf fic #greta van smut #gvf smut #series #danny wagner #daniel wagner #danny wagner fanfiction #danny wagner fic #danny wagner fluff #daniel wagner fic #gvf series

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irelandking · 9 months

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biker au fic recs

bucky barnes x reader

❤️ = fluff 😔 = angst 🔥 = smut

multiparts:

howlin' for you - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

When Y/N gets an unreal deal on her first home, she wonders why her neighbor scared away all the other buyers. Despite being cautious, she wonders why the town has given Bucky Barnes a bad name. ❤️🔥

business as usual - @world-of-aus

Part 2 & 3: More Than Business, More Than Business II biker x baker reader fluff, more parts coming ❤️

not my babe - @avecra

Part 2: you’ll never be alone After a nasty break up to a nearly two year relationship, you find yourself dragged to a bar by your best friend, though a familiar blue-eyed biker makes the best of your crappy situation. ❤️😔

biker masterlist - @angrythingstarlight

interconnected one shots ❤️🔥

delicate edges - @wkemeup

Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You’re trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe. ❤️🔥😔

one shots:

bumblebees and honeybees - @venusstorm

The time in which you gifted Bucky Barnes an adorable little keychain for his motorcycle. ❤️

the bogeyman and other monstrosities - @pellucid-constellations

As the local biker club president, Bucky Barnes had a reputation for being tougher than nails and feared by many—he’d never be caught dead at a halloween street fair. Too bad his best girl always got what she wanted ❤️

i saw you and i knew - @sinner-as-saint

You met Bucky unexpectedly at an unfamiliar bar one night - one of your last nights of freedom before your parents marry you off to some rich, young man. Bucky happened to be so different from all the men you had dated or you were used to seeing that it was a little bit of a surprise how reckless and open he was. You had been subconsciously looking for a way out of the situation you were in for days, so when Bucky makes you a rather unusual proposal; you accept immediately. And it ends up being one of the best things you ever agreed to. ❤️🔥

naughty & nice - @rookthorne

Presents took on many shapes and forms, this one, however, was likely to be your favourite. ❤️🔥

hot and cold - @bucksfucks

you & bucky had never gotten along, but when your ex-boyfriend ransom turns up at the same bar you’re at, bucky goes to every length to protect you 🔥❤️

drunk, dumped, and angry - @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

After a nasty breakup, you go out drinking. After an absolute creep hits on you, you’re saved from a concussion by a mysterious, kind man, who reveals himself to be Bucky Barnes. The bar you’re in is a bit suspect, but you never expected him to be head of a biker gang. ❤️🔥

deny me - @drewbarymore

In which you feel like Bucky’s ashamed of you ❤️

best friends? nah. - @wicked-mind

Classic best friends don’t realize feelings for each other until someone points it out ❤️🔥

coffee. emergency. thighs - @angrythingstarlight

You told Bucky that the only time he's allowed to wake you up is under three conditions: He has coffee. It's an emergency. Or his head is between your thighs. And today, he really, really wants to wake you up. 🔥

thin ice - @angrythingstarlight

bucky has a few rules. the most important one is that you always have to tell your biker you love him before you leave the house. because 'i love you bucky' are his four favourite words ❤️🔥

an angel's confession - @rookthorne

Being the Angel on Bucky’s shoulder meant you were the voice of calm, of reason – it did not mean the most sinful chants would fall from your lips and render both of you speechless. Until the day that it did. 🔥

#biker!bucky #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut

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thekittytat · 2 years

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Screaming in the Night

Eddie x female reader one shot

Summary: You and Eddie successfully draw away all the demobats from Vecna’s lair, only to be presented with the issue of what to do once they got there. Tensions are high and with the adrenaline pumping, you two find yourselves needing to release it the moment you’re safe. The timeline of this is the same, Hawkins falls, Max is in a coma, etc. only Eddie doesn’t die in this alteration. Reader takes the place of Dustin in being bait for the demobats.

Warnings: Smut fr 18+ Both characters are over 18. Violence, suspense, language, derogatory names, pet names, bodily fluids, oral sex (f receiving), teasing, dom Eddie Munson, praising, unprotected p in v

Song: Screaming in the Night by Krokus

“The gates was gettin' rusty, as we sailed into the dark

The stars were out and shinin' against the moonlit hour

The wolves were out and howlin', most of the time

And I was cold and shiverin' and bleedin' in the night”

Word Count: 3,143

Eddie slammed the cage door shut at the very last second, causing an enraged demobat to screech and claw angrily through the wires. It wasn’t but seconds before that he had drawn the swarm of them away from Vecna’s lair by shredding his guitar at the loudest possible decibel. You had watched in awe at his skilled fingers dancing along the strings, marveling the way he transformed. He had become this deranged metal persona, effectively making an entire new dimension his own. This was something far different from his usual performances in the boring hole in the wall bars across rural Indiana. He was playing for no one but you and a hoard of vicious creatures unknown to your realm, yet it was the most metal show you’d ever witnessed as he tore up the makeshift stage. You felt privileged to even be witness to this and wished beyond measure that everyone else could be there to see it too.

The rest of your party, however, were waiting where the nesting demobats had begun their flight, waiting for Eddie and you to draw their attention so they could continue their assault on the inter dimensional demon. It was a success, and now the entire army of these creatures were racing to get to the two of you.

“Go go go,” he shouted urgently, holding open the modified trailer door. Once inside you slammed it shut, bolting it with all the new renovations you two had added. You whipped back around to Eddie, both breathing heavy with wide eyes full of adrenaline.

“Holy shit, dude,” you began breathlessly, Eddie matching your energy as you grabbed each other’s arms. “That…was the most. Metal. Fucking. Show! In the history of both goddamn dimensions!!” You were both yelling with excitement, jumping together as the euphoric feeling of escaping death washed over you. Your final battle cry was cut short as you heard the high pitched sound of scraping metal from the roof.

“Shit,” Eddie gasped, his head whipping around the trailer to locate the source of the sound. You both snapped your heads towards the vent in the ceiling before looking back to the other with panicked expressions. In a frantic rush, you picked up your weapon while Eddie grabbed his, and you cautiously shifted over to the spot from where the sound was coming. Suddenly the scraping stopped and the only sound was your joined nervous panting. You looked at each other, labored breathing coming to a terrified gasp when the vent was suddenly ripped open from the inside by a monstrous creature with an ear-splitting screech.

You both screamed back as you began stabbing at the demobat wildly, blood from the demonic beast splattering below. After what felt like an hour, Eddie pulled back from the attack to grab a chair from the vine-tangled table in the kitchen and set it directly underneath the vent. He jumped up onto it and slammed his modified shield of nails onto the opening, effectively plugging it closed by stabbing the bodies together, holding them in place. It wouldn’t last long, but it would give you both time to escape. One after the other you hastily climbed your way back to your dimension through the portal in the trailer ceiling, collapsing on the mattress below and breathing heavily.

Your eyes closed in relief briefly before shooting back open at the sound of rustling from the other side of the gate to the Upside Down. Eddie sprung to his feet and sprinted down the hall while you retrieved your spear from the floor, standing your ground in a fighting stance as you waited for any movement. He was back just as quickly, a can of hairspray in his hand. You gazed at him incredulously as he rooted around in his jacket pocket, pulling out a lighter. Realization hit you suddenly and you stepped back to allow Eddie to take his place underneath the pulsating gate.

His knees bent and the lighter and hairspray at the ready, he was ready for any sign of a disturbance. And then they came. Eddie let out a war cry as he positioned the can just behind the lighter and hit the nozzle, flames shooting forward as he flicked open the Zippo. The demobats that had congregated around the entrance screamed in pain as the fire scorched them, and the lot of them began backing away. Any that dared to come within range was immediately shot with the flames and roasted. After a few minutes, they could be seen flicking around the Upside Down living room but not daring to come through the portal. You both waited a few moments to gauge whether the entrance was secure, and eventually the bats had filtered out one by one, enticing a relieved exhale from you and Eddie.

And then it was as if your thoughts were one. One glance in the others’ direction told you all you needed to know before diving towards one another in a heated embrace. Spear cluttered to the floor and everything he had been holding was thrown to the couch as each hand found something else to grip, your lips colliding as if magnetically. One of Eddie’s hands firmly and confidently grasped you by the side of the neck, while the other pulled your hips into him by the small of your back. You hurriedly ran your hands up his chest, diving underneath his jacket to slide it down his arms. It fell to the floor with a thud before his hands quickly resumed their positions; one hand around your throat as the other guided your hips into motion as he walked you back to the counter of his small kitchen.

You softly whimpered into his lips as he briefly squeezed the sides of your neck, sending an intoxicating rush to your head. The sickeningly sweet sound vibrating through your lips into his made Eddie stiffen against the rough denim of his jeans and he groaned back. He broke away momentarily in order to grip the backs of your thighs in an effortless hoist onto the counter. For a second, a greedy expression splayed across his face as he watched your tits bounce with the sudden motion before helping you lift your shirt over your head and then returning to your longing lips. Both hands came to rest at your thighs, sliding purposely underneath the fabric of your skirt that was already bunched up at your hips.

Eddie’s thumb eagerly drifted towards the heat between your legs, sending a warm jolt through your core and resting in your lower abdomen. Your body had never ached for anyone this desperately before and all of the fear and stress of the night that was pent up up inside was begging to be released. You could feel a proud smirk forming on his lips as your slick coated the pad of his thumb from the outside of your panties. Your knees involuntarily squeezed his rib cage when he managed to slip his thumb underneath the damp garment, sliding your wetness around to your clit. Eddie groaned into your mouth at the sensation of your arousal, gaining more confidence to push forward and delve deeper. He shifted the panties to the side, allowing access for more fingers to participate, and carefully curled one, then two digits into your waiting core.

“Fuck…” he grunted, rocking his two fingers into you gently. “You’re so ready for me.”

You paused kissing him back as you gasped into his lips, ceasing all movements to get lost in the sensation. Eddie continued to prod your pleasure center in perfect rhythm until he had you clenching around his fingers. You rode out your climax by locking your joints and throwing your head back to groan towards the ceiling. He delivered a soft kiss to the side of your neck while he slowly removed his fingers coated in your wetness.

“Hmm…Good girl,” he praised as he knelt down between your legs—one knee and one boot on the floor—and gazed up at you as he politely folded back the hem of your skirt and pulled your panties down your legs. “Oh, sweet mmm—”

Eddie growled at the sight of your dripping slit, he closed his eyes and smiled, hanging his head down before looking up at the ceiling. He brought both hands to his mouth in a praying gesture as if he was praising the Lord for the generous opportunity presented to him. His eyes flicked back to yours as one corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk before he dove in, his tongue slowly leading the way from the inside of one knee and up your inner thigh. You gripped his hair with one hand as his nose brushed against your most sensitive area. He reveled in inhaling your feminine scent, wanting to capture the moment for as long as he could.

You threw your head back, your eyes fluttering closed as you felt the tip of his tongue tauntingly swirl around your clit. Eddie had now gripped your thighs in a tight squeeze as he darted his tongue around your entrance. It was agonizingly slow the way he licked around you, only getting you wetter with the anticipation. Biting your lip you look back down at him, meeting his gaze and the resulting smirk from him.

“Eddie,” you whined, pulling your eyebrows together in pleasure as he gave you another quick lap.

“What is it sweet pea?” he asked in an amused tone. As he gazed at you, he suddenly resumed curling his fingers into you deeply, smiling open-mouthed at your reaction.

“Mmmm…don’t…don’t you think…we should hurry?” you gasped, squeezing your thighs around his head when he dove back in underneath your skirt and sucked your clit between his lips. He flicked his tongue around for a few more seconds.

“Such a needy little kitten,” he grinned at your small whimper once he reappeared, still rocking his fingers in and out of you. His playfulness peeled away as he studied you, his eyes darkening and his expression changing to one of wicked desire. Very carefully Eddie stood up in front of you, his eyes not leaving yours as he began to unbuckle his belt. Once he had removed his shirt and unzipped his jeans, he pulled you into another heated kiss, tongues dancing together as he freed himself from his pants. You moaned softly into the kiss as you felt his weeping tip coming closer to your flesh. He teased your entrance once again, parting your folds gently but pulling back before returning to push in deeper. Each time he pulled back, he would push just a bit further in, but never enough. You couldn’t stop your hips from grinding forward onto him, earning a mocking chuckle from him.

Eddie grit his teeth with malice as he swiftly thrusted into you in one movement, bottoming out and settling into your warmth briefly before pulling back again. You inhaled deeply at the sudden intrusion and gripped him by the shoulders, fingernails burying little crescent shapes into his skin. He growled into your lips as he pushed forward again, and again giving you his entire length. As his pace increased, you wrapped your legs around his and shifted your hips to a better angle for him to hit. He slammed into that perfect spot at a rapid momentum, earning a high-pitched squeal of pleasure from you. His hips jutted forward and backward in confident and deliberate thrusts as his lips traveled down your neck, ending at the nape. You inhaled sharply as Eddie's teeth had found your skin and he nipped at you, giving gentle bites along your neck to your shoulder.

“Aaah…Eddie,” you breathed into his long, wild curls. “Don’t…stop.”

His pace picked up slightly but came to a blissful sustained speed as he listened to your body and your cries of pleasure, correctly ascertaining the right movement. His cock slammed into you in quick succession as many times as it would take to have you clenching around him through your orgasm. The pleasure built higher and higher until it was overflowing, having your walls trembling around his entire length again. Eddie grunted in sheer ecstasy at the sensation as his eyes fluttered closed and his head fell back. When he looked back down at you, his jaw clenched. He abruptly grasped your hips and shifted you until he was holding you up by the back of your thighs while still locked inside you.

Eddie supported your weight with both hands while he walked you back to his bedroom, thrusting in and out of you slightly with every step. As he passed the doorway, he spun you around and roughly pulled himself out of you before throwing you onto his bed. Your face planted in the pillows at the head of the bed while your ass angled straight upward, giving him a taunting view of your dripping cunt just waiting for him. He eyed you greedily as he pushed down his jeans all the way, kicking them and his shoes to a corner before crawling onto the bed behind you.

Eddie's strong hands pressed his rings into your skin as he lustfully squeezed your ass. You sat on your elbows and tilted your head to the side to eye him through the pillows, but he took one hand to shove you back down into the mattress while the other reached to his bedside table towards his box of Trojans.

“Mm, mm,” you protested, daring another glance in his direction. He furrowed his brow at you as he paused. “It’s the end of the world, Eddie. Mm-makes no sense to worry about that now.”

Eddie smirked at you before returning to his position behind you, grasping his shaft to guide the head towards your entrance. You moaned into the sheets as he sheathed you with his entire length once again. You felt yourself fluttering around his cock as he settled into you, stilling before pulling out again. In one swift movement he slammed back all the way to the back of your core before pulling back to resume his rough pace. He didn’t waste any moment in fucking you this time, only wanting to pound brutal thrusts into you over and over. You gasped at the harsh thrusting and balled the sheets up in your fists.

“You can fucking take it, slut. I know it,” he snarled harshly from behind you. Your walls flexed around him at those words, evoking a cocky growl from Eddie. “Hmm…is that what you like? Bein’ a little whore?”

You nodded into the sheets as he drilled into you mercilessly. His hips never faltered as he spoke, but continued their relentless pounding, stuffing you full of his thick girth. With one hand he held onto your hips while the other reached down to grip your hair into a ponytail, forcing your head up to where you could meet his eyes. As your mouth hung open with this new position, your breathing halted with every thrust, forcing a light moan every time his hips smacked yours.

“You can use your words, sweetheart,” Eddie grinned with an arrogant expression. “You can scream until everything in the Upside Down can hear you.”

“Yes…yes p-please,” you managed to say with him still rocking into your cunt. “I want…Want it so bad.”

“Oh yeah? Want what, baby?” he taunted. You could barely even form a sentence in your head with the way he was hitting your sweet spot over and over, much less string two coherent words together out loud. You just closed your eyes and bit your lip to revel in the delicious feeling of his cock, pleasure building again. Eddie yanked on your hair gently but firmly to make you look at him again.

“Fucking tell me. Tell me what it is you want, angel,” he pressed.

“Want…mmm…want you to f-fill me up,” you squeaked, eyes fluttering closed once again. At that Eddie pushed your entire body down into the bed where he could sink into you more tightly as your thighs squeezed together around him. He fucked you with that ruthless pounding again and again until the pressure started to build within you once more. A white hot flame was released in your abdomen as you rode out another orgasm, eyes screwed shut while stars twinkled behing your eyelids. You felt Eddie's thrusts slowing out of rhythm as he reached his own climax.

“God…Jesus…Fffuck!” he croaked as he spilled into you, filling you to the brim. You moaned at the warm sensation and the feeling of his cock twitching as he pumped rope after rope all along your walls. As he gently pulled out of you, you shuddered at the sudden emptiness but basked in the euphoric tingling feeling his seed left within you. Eddie collapsed on top of you, panting as he rolled over to lay beside you to enjoy the waves of ecstasy that were settling over you. As you caught each other’s eye, you both exhaled an out of breath laugh. Slowly you crawled into his arm to lay your head on his chest, pulling a strand of his hair from your mouth with a satisfied sigh.

“That was a mind-altering…fucking, world ending, explosive nuclear bomb fuck!” Eddie exasperated, looking over at you. You giggled at him, gazing back up at the ceiling.

“God, if only the world could end every day,” you replied through heavy breathing. He chuckled and ran his fingertips lightly over your arm, sending a pleasant chill down your spine. Such a chaotic night had drained your energy, with sleepiness creeping up on you quickly.

Your eyes had barely begin to droop when a sudden rumble around the trailer jolted you both fully awake, both frantically searching around the room for what caused the crash. You turned your gazes back towards each other in a terrified expression for a brief moment, before the room quaked again. You both bolted off the bed, grabbing handfuls of whatever article of clothing you could get to the quickest, and sprinted out of the room to the front door. Eddie flung it open and you both lept outside to join the other neighbors in the panic. The earth was shaking, a deafening crack sounded from inside the trailer and they watched in horror as it begin to fold into itself and dissolve, leaving a hellish red canyon forming from ground zero of the portal.

“Get to the van,” Eddie screamed, eyes wide with fear. “GO!”

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chimcess · 4 months

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With 2023 coming to an end, I am very excited to dive into 2024, and thought I would share what my writing plans are. Admittedly, I may not be able to reach all of my goals. I have tons of personal plans that can interfere with my writing, but I'm staying optimistic. Thank you so much for making this year wonderful. I hope your 2024 brings you peace and joy.

Trees That Wheep . Chapters 9-18 . This will be on going throughout the year.

Waterlog . Jimin one-shot rewrite, will now be a short 3-part series. . Teaser to be released in April/May

A Picture's Worth . Part 2 . Shooting for June/July

Unparalleled . Jungkook one-shot . Release date sometime in July

My Funny Valentine . Yoongi one-shot . Teaser to be released in August

Howlin' For You . Seokjin Halloween one-shot

66 Days . Hoseok Christmas one-shot . Tentative teaser date sometime in December

Thank you all for your constant support this year. I know Trees That Wheep has been the focal point of my blog for two years now, and my love for it has only grown. However, I would like to branch out in 2024. Trees That Wheep will still be here, and it's still my main priority, but I'm wanting to stretch my wings more. I can only hope all of you will also support those endeavors as well.

Happy New Year!

Lex

#happy holidays #happy new year #i hope all is well #blog plans #blog updates #see you next year

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horrornaturalevent · 2 years

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KICKING OFF WEEK TWO! OUR TIME IS HERE.

Week Two has started! It will go from Sep 25 - Oct 1st.

Week Two Prompt List

Werewolf

Bloody

Abandoned

Swap Prompts: transform, hallow(ed), terror, claw, darkness, haunt

You can make gifs, graphics, art, edits, fic, poems or whatever else you creative people can think of. You can combine the prompts, do just one, do all three, make more than one for each prompt etc. There are no posting constraints other than we do ask that you do not jump ahead to future prompts.

Content Rules | Schedule | Prompt List

HOW TO POST (and subsequently be added to this archive):

Tag with #horrornatural22

Tag with all necessary content warnings (blood, flashing, death etc)

If NSFW it MUST be tagged with NSFW and MDNI

Image Descriptions are greatly encouraged

If you want to be extra sure we see the post, you may also @ this blog

Week Three picks up right where One left off going from Oct 9nd - Oct 15th.

Hope you have a howlin’ ( 😉 ) good time coming up with horrors untold!

#adminpost #horrornatural22

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backatthechickenshack · 10 months

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WFDU.fm HD2 191st show 6/21/23

Esquivel - Mini Skirt

Priscilla Bowman - a Spare Man

Six Jumping Jacks - Chick Chick Chick Chick Chicken

Don Bryant - What Kind of Love

Clarence Carter - I Cant Leave Your Love Alone

Toussaint McCall - Lets do it Over

June Edwards - You Aint Woman Enough (to take my man)

Fred Hughes - Ooo wee I love you

Howlin Wolf - Down in the Bottom

Willie Nix - Just Cant Say

Billy Love - Hart's Bread boogie

Earl Hooker - Move on down the Line

Sunnyland Slim - 4 Day Bounce

Andy Starr - One More Time

Andy Starr - Give me a Woman

Andy Starr - Round & Round

Andy Starr - No Room for Your Kind

Andy Starr - Rockin rollin Stone

Andy Starr - Just a walkin

Frankie Starr - Elevator boogie

Merle Travis & Joe maphis - Wildwood flower

Jimmy Castor band - Its just begun

the Interpretations - Soul affection

Willy McDougal - Dont Turn away

Clarence Wheeler & the Enforcers - Right on

Bobby Hendricks - Psycho

Johnny Mae Mathews - the headshrinker

Ken Nordine - Anytime anytime

Frankie Brunson - Ward 13

Koko Taylor - Insane Asylum

the starlets - You Dont Love Me

the Uncalled For - Do Like Me

the outsiders - Shes Coming on Stronger

Neighborhood of Love - Miss blue three quarter

Ten Years After -Me and My Baby

Jack Bruce - the Ministry of Bag

Savoy Brown - Shot in the Head

Al Kooper/Mike Bloomfield - really

#back at the chicken shack #wfdu.fm hd2 #ken struck #music #internet radio #blues #wednesday

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tommytranselo · 2 years

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the mafia trilogy media headcanons

because i care too much about media history. i talked awhile ago about what the radio stations play during the time frames of each others’ games, and what the cultures and music scenes are like in the various cities, so i’ll address that further here.

radio

EDLT (delta) is one of empire bay's youngest stations, founded in the mid 1930s. in the early days they mostly play jazz and blues (cab calloway, louis jordan, robert johnson, etc), with occasional gospel music as well, especially on sundays. in the 60s-70s they play more electric blues, harder rock, and sometimes funk; think albert king, jimi hendrix, freddie king, but they still include artists like bo diddley, howlin’ wolf, chuck berry, little richard, and muddy waters (including the psychedelic blues albums released by the aforementioned).

ECLA (empire classic) originally played classical music and opera (which is what it played in the beta of mafia 2) up through the mid 1930s before eventually shifting toward big band and swing (carlo falcone, personally, wasn't pleased with the change). they were originally called empire classical before rebranding. in the 60s they still play much tamer music, mostly crooners, vocal harmony, some doo wop. let it never be said that a rock and roll song has played on empire classic (well, it did once...and the dj was fired).

ECNR (empire central) has played swing as long as swing has been around. ricky fox continues hosting into the 1960s, playing a mix of pop and (what would become) classic rock. he still calls the audience kids, and still makes funny comments about technology.

WBYU 620 in new bordeaux plays mostly country and western in the 1930s and 40s, before finally adding in some pop and rock during the late 50s. johnny cash remains a constant staple from early in his career, and they play gospel on sunday mornings. remy's show starts in 1959 (i love the idea that he never makes it to ten years. fuck you remy). they’re also pretty strict about their programming and the image they present, though things do slip through (eve of destruction, anyone?)

WNBX 790 has gone through a number of changes before settling firmly into a rock station in the late '50s–think link wray, duane eddy, etc. it hosts a weekly surf rock special for a time in the early '60s.

WCVE 1150 starts off in the ‘20s as a mix of jazz and blues, incorporating r&b and some earlier rock and roll (and later soul) as it develops throughout the ‘40s and ‘50s. the station also tends to play oldies throughout its existence.

WLH 570 in lost heaven still mostly plays jazz and big band throughout the ‘40s, though they start to incorporate some blues and r&b moving into the ‘50s, and a little later rock. by the ‘60s it’s comfortably settled into a mix of rock, blues, soul, and some pop. i assume it’s a public station, so they try to keep variety in their programming, and also host a lot of public service programming including news, sports broadcasting, and other talk radio.

WBDS, which is owned by berenger’s department store, still keeps it up with the ads throughout its tenure and remains a mostly swing and ragtime station into the '40s. plays a shit ton of patriotic music during wwii so they’ll look good. moves towards pop in the ‘50s but does add some lighter rock (think eddie cochran and buddy holly). they’re solidly a pop station throughout the ‘60s and beyond, and honestly it’s basically just muzak (it’s a department store, after all) but surprisingly doesn’t get sold. most people in lost heaven regard them as a quaint little oddity of the city.

city media culture

empire bay has one of the earliest broadcast tv stations in the us (as evidenced by vito having a tv in 1951–early tv could only be broadcast within a certain range of the studio, where it was shot live, so at first this meant basically only new york and chicago (and later LA) bc they were the cities with stations). their variety program trago star theatre (a name i ripped straight from the real life texaco star theatre, milton berle's variety show) is a beloved feature of empire bay's media landscape.

lost heaven develops a thriving blues scene in the ‘40s which really blossoms in the mid '50s. similar to chicago blues, it's based on electric guitar, but relies more on horns than harmonica (inspired by the mafia 1 opening theme).

new bordeaux also has a thriving blues scene. it's known for commonly featuring a combination of electric and acoustic guitar (inspired by the mafia 3 score), but it usually has quite a smooth sound.

empire bay blues is usually jazzier, featuring heavy piano use and sometimes a mix of sax and guitar, as well as woodwinds. doo-wop style vocal harmony is common. not as well known as the LH and NB blues styles.

there's a bad movie made about tommy angelo's life, trial, and death made in the late '70s. sorry for that one.

an aspiring blues musician who once met lincoln clay ends up writing a song that’s (somewhat ambiguously) about him later. he’s meant to be viewed as the hero.

#headcanons #mafia 1 #mafia 2 #mafia 3 #the mafia trilogy #thank you memphis for encouraging this #long post

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inkedtae · 3 months

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Hiiiii!! How are you??? I really want to ask if you ever intend to write a drabble or another one shot for the saga of eros. I really love this story so much and would love to see what happens after fountain of fantasies.

(sorry if something is wrong, english is not my first language)

hiii!! i’m good! how are you doing? first, i’m sorry that it has taken me forever to reply! as of right now, my priority series are rotten angelcake and howlin’. i will eventually revisit the eros series at some point but i cannot realistically promise that to be anytime soon. i’m sorry 🥺💕

also!! your english is wonderful and there is nothing wrong at all!!

#letters #amorcoma #eros jjk

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Vs. Nemona

[Video Id: Nemona’s Rotom phone beeps at her. “Bunea, estas lista para ir.” She mutters, before sending it out to the side, revealing her facing down Samara somewhere in the relatively isolated northern part of Paldea. The mountain can be seen in the background. “Alright Samara, ready to go again?”

“Seventh time’s the charm I suppose.” Samara replied, before adjusting the limiter band on her bracelet, deactivating it. Nemona deactivated her own limiter, located in her glove, as the two women face one another down. “This time, I’m taking you down kid. I’ve been caught up sparring with you too long.”

“Ah, you’ve been having fun, nice to have someone who you can go all out against!” Nemona laughed in return.

“Fair enough, but I do need to get around to taking down Geeta. Sam’s nearly made it there in the time I’ve been trying to take you down.”

“True, maybe I’ll have to go see how he’s developed after this. Providing, of course, you beat me.”

“When. Not if.” Samara shot back with a grin. “Now let’s do this, enough talk, have at you!”

The two trainers sent out their leads. From Nemona’s side arose a towering Orthoworm, unnaturally large even for a fairly decently sized species already. It dwarfed the small Noivern facing it down, as the two trainers faced off. “Oh, changing up your lead then are we?” Nemona asked curiously.

“I’ve changed a lot of things up. Mordred, show her what we can do. Focus Bomb!”

My pleasure. Mordred’s voice replied, before the telepathic noivern closed on the titanic pokemon opposite him. Evading a strike from the Orthoworm’s firsts, he closed in, talon to its armored throat. Release. There was a flash of light and a roar of sound, and the Orthoworm toppled over, falling unconscious as it hit the soil. Mordred landed back on his heels, smoking and clearly damaged from his powerful pseudomove. Learned that one from a particularly annoying Zoroark. Unfortunately for him, I am the better user for it.

“Well then, you’ve certainly stepped things up since last time. What was that, fighting type explosion or something?”

Modified version of Focus Blast. It amplifies the damage, and removes the problem of poor accuracy. The problem with it is merely that it hits both. And as a flying-type, I resist its effects. Fortunate, given its firepower is enough to even drop your former titan!

“True, true, but you won’t get to use it twice. Pawmott!” Nemona retorted, before sending out her electric type. “Revival Blessing!”

“Oh no you don’t, not this time. Taunt!” Samara countered, and the attempt to revive was frustrated.

“You really have changed things up specifically to beat me. I’m flattered. Double shock!” Nemona retorted, and her Pawmot fired off twin bolts of electricity towards the wounded Noivern. Mordred simply smirked, and vanished back into his pokeball. What replaced him was the looming form of Lancelot, the Garchomp shrugging off the electricity like a dog shaking off water.

“Dragon Blitz!” Samara ordered, and Lancelot complied. Focusing his energy, the Garchomp paused for a moment, then blurred forwards, slashing wildly with its arms. Nemona reacted quickly, pulling her Pawmott back and replacing it with her Great Tusk. The towering primal elephant clashed, tusk to axe, against the raging Garchomp, fighting type energy blossoming. The two went blow for blow, each attack and counter tearing up the land around them, Close Combat against Dragon Blitz. At last, both landed a decisive blow, separating the two pokemon as each one knocked the other away. Lancelot crashed into one of the surrounding spires, breaking off its pinnacle. Meanwhile, Great Tusk slammed into the base of one, and it toppled behind it. Lancelot caught himself in the air, and landed on the broken pillar, looking down at his ancient opponent. The great elephant simply looked up, and snorted.

Lancelot brought his axes down on the pillar, and shattered it beneath him. The force of the blow stirred up wind and soil, unleashing the howling, shredding stone of a localized sandstorm. Both trainers covered their faces to keep off the sand, as the Garchomp vanished into the wind. Nemona laughed. “Well if that’s how it’s going to be, we’ll just attack everywhere at once! Rolling Tantrum!” She ordered. The Great Tusk dug itself into the ground slightly, then began to spin at high speeds. It tore up the ground as it did so, sending out spiraling waves of earth. The attack was catastrophic, and wild pokemon fled or were knocked out by the roiling waves of stone, as the Great Tusk only accelerated, twisting the earth around it as it whirled like a devastating top through the battlefield. Even shrouded by the sandstorm, there was no way for Lancelot to avoid the attack, as it threw the ground from under him, and then crushed the Garchomp under the whirling bulk of the Great Tusk.

The dizzied elephant came to a halt, shaking unsteadily. Then it drew a berry from its side with its trunk and bit down. The juices of the berry focused the paradox pokemon, and it set itself as the sandstorm continued to howl about it. Nemona nodded from across the sandstorm. “It was a good play! Sand Veil to keep him in the fight, and it would break my Meowscarada’s focus sash! Plus I can’t exactly clear this with rapid spin! Very cleverly done!” She yelled over the howling winds. “Shame it didn’t quite work out!”

“I have not yet even begun to fight Nemona! Don’t count us out yet just because you evened the score!” Samara replied with a laugh, before sending out Percival. The Tyrantrum roared, overshadowing the sound of the hurricane, as it faced down the great mastodon opposite it.

“Let’s clear this quickly. Close Combat!” Nemona ordered, and the Great Tusk charged, ready to impale the Tyrantrum on its titular teeth. But then, something curious occurred, and the Great Tusk when through Percival, rather than making contact. Through the howling sand, it was hard to see, but as Percival stepped clear, his body gleamed with purple energy. Tera Ghost.

“I agree. Let’s end this quickly. Ice Fang!” Samara ordered, and Percival bit down hard on the Great Tusk’s back leg. Off balance from its all out attack, the elephant slipped, and then flew, as Percival heaved the former titan over his head and slammed it to the ground. The sheer weight and bulk of the beast, its greatest assets, turned into weapons as the impact blew the breath from the elephant’s lungs, leaving it unable to rise. Then the Tyrantrum went for the throat, biting down with icy fangs and shaking until the paradox pokemon fell unconscious. Standing over his conquered foe, Percival roared with a cry that split the heavens. He declared to the world that, regardless of the weakness which had come upon him from being reborn as a fossil pokemon, he remained the strongest creature of his era.

“Well, that certainly is something. Meowscarada, sorry about this but you’re on!” Nemona apologized, before sending out the feline pokemon.

“Oh no you don’t. Crush him now! Fire Fang!” Samara ordered. Eagerly, Percvial complied. Out of the swirling mists the Tyrantrum came, a hulking brute, semi-ethereal, with a mouth filled with hellfire. He seemed nothing short of a devil dinosaur, but against him and the winds, Meowscarada stood proud and took a stance.

“Night trick.” Nemona ordered, and as the jaws closed, Meowscarada vanished. Then, with a crash of breaking crystal, he re-appeared behind Percival. The crystals surrounding the Tyrantrum vanished, and he fell to the ground with a crash.

Samara drew her lips back in something of a snarl, but nodded in respect. “A critical hit. It’s always going to be a critical hit, isn’t it?”

“Night slash has a boosted critical hit rate. Apply the same techniques used for Flower Trick to it, and turning it into a guaranteed critical hit is simple enough, so long as the opponent is distracted by attacking, or any sort of negative effect, like this sandstorm for example.”

“Tch. Such a powerful pokemon, and you hand them out as starters.” Samara remarked with a chuckle. “Certainly a step up from my Meowth, or even the Bulbasaur Oak gives out.” She palmed her next ball, then sent forth Bedivere, her flygon, low. Immediately, he vanished beneath the soil, which began to rumble menacingly.

“Meirda.” Nemona swore, before something like the bones of a dead god tore their way out of the earth, towering spires of paldean bedrock ripping through the air. But in Paldea, these were no mere stones, as crystalline spires rent their way out of the ground, False Precipice given a beautiful and terrible form by the ancient gift of Terapagos. Nemona’s starter fell, green fur reflected a thousand times by the shining crystalline surface. The energy of the attack was different, the pure infinity energy scattered and reflected as an endless stellar prism. There was no defense against it.

“Huh. That’s new.” Samara considered, turning her head at the strange sight, before narrowing her eyes. Nemona had sent out her next pokemon already. Swinging from crystal spire to crystal spire, Annihilape rapidly closed on Bedivere. “Blow him away Bedi.” Samara ordered, and the Flygon complied. With a flick of his tail, the towering stellar spires shattered, scattered into diamond dust like a fireworks display. The vision was dazzling, so much so that when the raging primate hurled itself, wounded and bloodied, out of the mist, it blindsided the Flygon. A blow powerful enough to crack one of Bedivere’s natural goggles sent the flygon spiraling through the air, hitting a nearby boulder and flipping over it, before he lay still. The impact seemed to flow back through the Annihilape, mending its wounds.

“Ah, and here’s the other troublemaker. Gawain. Let’s do this.” Samara ordered, before sending out her Goodra. The annihilape closed, sheer aggression driving it onwards, as Gawain charged his slime with powerful energies. It hissed, then sprang outwards in a viscous shield, catching the undead ape’s blow, then bursting back in a blast of steam. Annihilape fell back, sprawling and badly burned. Gawain raised his hands above his head, gathering a massive meteor of draconic energy. Samara cut her hand across the air with a single word. “Begone.” And so it was done. A flare of potent draconic energies blew away the lingering dust and forged a new arena from a crater, ringed with the light of uprooted crystal shards.

But in that crater, opposite the Goodra, a mechanical marvel, or monstrosity, depending on your point of view, stood unharmed. The Iron Valiant simply lowered its visor, red eyes dancing over Gawain’s body, looking for weak points. “Quick switch.” Samara complimented, as she and her dragon faced the enemy down carefully. Nemona simply responded with a grin. The two trainers said nothing, each one intensely focused on the battle ahead.

Then Nemona reacted, hurling her Tera Orb forwards. Samara immediately ordered another Scalding Shield, but it was predicted. As the Iron Valiant stood wreathed in fey crystals, it rerouted additional power to its weapons, an as-yet unwritten echo of the ritualized sword dance used by modern pokemon. Its brilliant blade gleamed as it watched the shield of the opposing Goodra carefully, and in an instant, it struck. A single strike through a faltering side of the shield inflicted a worrying wound. Gawain flinched, and his shield faltered. An instant slash cut the shield away, followed by its immediate reversal. Gawain staggered, twin lines across his chest and throat, before a blurring flurry of thrusts sent him crashing to the ground.

“Yeah. And there’s the other, other troublemaker. Never a free moment against you, I suppose.” Samara muttered, before she sent Mordred back out. The Noivern watched his artificial enemy carefully. “But we can still beat you. Boomburst.” Mordred complied, as a clear gem, easily mistaken for glass gleamed around his throat. Then, the pure crystalized infinity energy of a Normal Gem filled with light, focusing as Mordred drew in a breath, and unleashed a roar that forced both trainers to cover their ears. Off the coast of Paldea, a pod of Wailmer paused in their songs for a moment, then turned away from the coast in dread. The overwhelming noise hit Iron Valiant like a wall, throwing it off its feet and into the crystalline ring of the improvised arena. Its eyes spasmed wildly, somehow registering that the clouds were moving away from the sound, an attack powerful enough to split the heavens and change the weather. Then one by one, internal systems began registering failure after failure, gyroscopes shaking themselves apart, the near-vacuum conditions required to cool its internal computers popping, heat sinks colliding with one another and spreading heat far too quickly, reserves of coolant leaking from microscopic fractures across its entire body, RAM access failing as bits flipped randomly, catastrophic failure imminent. Emergency shutdown initiated.

The robotic pokemon fell limply to the ground.

“Mierda.” Nemona swore again as she shook the ringing from her ears. “I see why you need the limiter.”

“Yeah. Takes a lot out of him to do that, but when we go all out, well.”

We are the sword of Arceus, which uphold His dream. Let the righteous rejoice, and the wicked despair. Mordred replied, and then came under a serious coughing fit. Agh, hate using Gems. Always gives me heartburn.

Nemona took the opportunity to send her Pawmott back out, and as it began performing the signs to enact the Revival Blessing, Mordred turned, but still recovering from his all out attack, he was too slow, and the taunt fell after one of Nemona’s pokeballs began to gleam. Mordred unleashed an air slash immediately thereafter, but Pawmott vanished, and the winds struck harmlessly against the iron shell of the Orothoworm titan. Worse still, it immediately bit down on a sitrus berry, and surged in strength once again. Mordred beat wings after it swiftly, trying to close for it to launch another Focus Bomb, but it hid itself under the earth, and its tail broke off, giving cover for Annihilape to return. Mordred slipped away from a powerful rage fist, and beat his wings over the creature. Annihilape was covered by a substitute, unreachable by most of his attacks, and immune to Boomburst. Though it was burned, it chewed on Leftovers to maintain its health, and in a battle of attrition could still wear down Samara’s remaining pokemon.

“Three two, and you’ve only got one more left in you don’t you Mordred.” Nemona called out from the area. “It’s been the best fight yet.”

“Nemona. We have not yet even begun to fight. Mordred, sorry to ask this of you.”

It’s no bother. Let me know how Arthur cleared the rest of this. Mordred said, as energy began to gather around him again. It looked like Boomburst, but now something was different. The Noivern began using the Normal Gem as a prism, suffusing it with his own dragon-type energy, and filtering all other types but that out, changing the attack’s type. Then he spoke, twisting his flexible larynx into ancient words of power. “Thus spoke Arceus and answered Father Dragon…” Then his voice took on a roar, as he spoke words of power, inescapable and beating into the heart and the very soul of those around him. “WHAT IS GOOD FOR A MAN? THAT HE SHOULD SEEK JUSTICE, LOVE MERCY, AND WALK HUMBLY WITH HIS GOD. THAT HE SHOULD KEEP THE WORD OF GOD, MEDITATING UPON IT DAY AND NIGHT. FOR THIS DAY, YOU ARE MY SWORD, AND I HAVE GIVEN MY ENEMIES INTO YOUR HAND. THEREFORE, INSCRIBE MY WORDS UPON YOUR HEART, SO THAT YOU WILL HAVE WISDOM AND DISCERNMENT, DOING GOOD AND HATING EVIL.” Words of ancient scripture howled around him, their power physically manifest and tearing into the Annihilape, who shook with such terror, energy raging across his body, that he fell faint, and knew no more.

Then, overcome from the backlash of his pseudomove, Mordred fell from the heavens, and lay still upon the soil.

“Well then, guess we better wrap this up.” Samara replied, her pale hair tinged with dark blue, static crackling through it, and a wild grin across her face. Mordred’s words of power might have driven his enemies to their knees, but to his allies, they were surging victory. “Arthur, let’s finish this!” She roared in victory, the roar answered by three from the triune throats of her Hydreigon.

“We’re not done yet, all you’ve done is really get me fired up!” Nemona retorted, sending out her Pawmott as close as she could to the Hydreigon. The pokemon rushed forwards, fists raised as it leapt at the dark dragon. Arthur was charging an attack with her main maw, then raised her left head and opened it, releasing something like a miniature draco meteor point blank. A flash of draconic power sent the Pawmott sprawling back, but it landed on its feet as Arthur sent another micro-meteor hurling at it. Gamely, the small pokemon stood its ground and caught the micrometeor between its hands, trying to contain its energy through sheer force of will. Then Arthur opened her third head, and sent out the third miniature blast. The two spheres impacted one another, and immediately the naturally self-repulsive dragon energy erupted. It was like a bomb had gone off in the Pawmott’s hands, and it had no chance to brace itself, being blown straight through the lip of the crater a smoking wreck. Nemona barely had time to deploy her exhausted Orthoworm before Arthur struck again, scorching flames unleashed from every maw to hammer the tired titan back into unconsciousness, heat still intense enough to give the dusty crater a glassy sheen.

“Seventh tries the charm.” Samara said triumphantly, before falling back onto her seat with a sigh of relief.

Nemona looked at the destruction around her, at her unconscious pokemon, and her face split into an incredibly excited grin. “THAT WAS AWESOME!” She declared, fist pumping the air. “Let’s go again!”

Samara’s face was indescribably horrified, then she sank back with a deflated sigh. “I am way too old for this shit.”

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