#i knew i was gonna be down bad for charlie but holy shit what the fuck i love women ???
Text
about halfway through totally killer and... god. moment of silence for all the bisexuals who will die on impact from olivia holt and charlie gillespie sharing screentime, and moment of appreciation for whoever was in charge of styling them
#it's me i'm the bisexuals#i knew i was gonna be down bad for charlie but holy shit what the fuck i love women ???#i'm OBSESSED w pam and i hope she knows that#og#horror tag#totally killer#blake hughes#pam miller#pam hughes#charlie gillespie#olivia holt
193 notes
·
View notes
Text
Fake texts au- pt.17 bffs with the rookies+ The Sleepover I
You had called all the rookies and a few others as well, the first one to show up was Lance. You had become friends with him through your uncle and in the short time you knew him, you both had become close.
You ran up and hugged him, making him stumble back a few steps. He laughed, dropping his bags and wrapped his arms around you.
You let go, patting his shoulders, leading him into the house, he motioned to the driver he had rented to bring in the rest of his luggage.
"Holy shit, are you moving in with me?" You gasped as the man brought in two huge suitcases and went back for more.
"You don't want the stuff I got you then?" He raised his brow, sitting on the couch next to you. You shifted closer to the man and nudged him with your shoulders, making him smile.
"Nooooo, I want the stuff, you can leave though," You shrugged.
"Man shut up," he retorted, "I've got to meet with Nando anyways,"
"Well, I'm still your favourite Alonso though,"
"You literally never were," he bit back, making you gasp, you turned your face away, hand on your chest.
"Outta my house man, ungrateful ass-"
"I'm literally doing you a favour." He deadpanned.
You just stared at him for a second and then broke the silence, incapable of staying still.
"You want a pizza?"
"I want to sleep, jet lag fucking sucks," He groaned, even though the time difference between Canada and Spain wasn't more than his f1 schedule, it was a lot.
"Yeah, come on, I'll show you to your room." You got up, him following.
"By when do the others get here?" He asked as you led him up the stairs.
"Well, Arthur's getting here in like half an hour, Logan and Oscar are getting here by like 5, and Mick's gonna be here by 7, we'll start streaming by like 9 I think," His eyes glistened when hearing Mick's name, obviously happy to have someone he was close with.
I opened the door to the guest room and he immediately made his way to the bed, all but passing out.
You went back down, knowing you'd have to open the door for Arthur soon and I didn't want the bell to disturb Lance. So I opened the door and laid on the couch, scrolling on my phone.
I was lost on TikTok, spam-sending random reels to the group chat.
Suddenly someone grabbed the hood of my hoodie and pulled it, making me jump off the couch and fall on the floor dragging the person down with me.
I opened my eyes to find a laughing blonde bent over my torso.
"What the fuck, Arthur!" you yelled, pushing the still-laughing boy off me, sitting up and adjusting my hoodie.
"Well, who asked you to leave the door open?" He retorted, letting himself fall on the couch, I sat back where I was and he turned, placing his head on my lap, "By the way, did you get a roommate or something?" he asked pointing to the bags.
"Nah, that's just Lance," I said, returning to my scrolling.
"Charlies' asking if we'll be drinking today,"
"i dont know why?"
"So he can call the cops in advance,"
"WE ARENT THAT BAD" I cried out knowing it was a lie.
As time went on, I shifted into a more comfortable position, sleep finally taking us over.
I woke up with a start and startled the boy curled beside me. The doorbell kept ringing a second time, loud and harsh.
"What the fuck," I called out, rubbing my eyes and then remembering Logan and Oscar were supposed to be arriving.
I ran to the door, jumping over Lance's bags in the hallway, opening the door to find my closest friends, "Hi! How are y'all?" You asked, helping them with their bags, and setting them next to Lance's.
You hugged the Brunette and then the blonde who wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in, and making you feel warm.
"How was the flight?" You asked, your hand still around Logan's waist, and his around yours.
The three of you spoke as you walked to the living sofa, where Arthur was finally awake enough to be human.
"Hey, Art," Logan ruffled the other blondes hair and jumped over the back of the couch to sit next to him.
Arthur, who was happy to have someone else to lean on, immediately latched onto Logan, pushing the American down, and passing out again.
"He's jetlagged, or something, I don' know," You shrugged when the boy looked at you for an explanation. "I'll go wake up Lance, y'all know where your rooms are right?" You asked and Oscar nodded, the others either sleeping or trying not to move.
When the man finally woke up, and didn't throw pillows at you with scary accuracy, he walked down the stairs behind you to the living room and greeted the rest of the boys.
You all freshened up and called for some food, waiting for Mick.
Finally, the blonde arrived, smiling and surprisingly with no jet lag.
You guys ate a quick dinner and set up Oscar's twitch channel.
You rubbed your hands together maniacally making the boys look at you questioningly, poor guys, you thought, they have no idea whats planned.
its_y/n_love
liked by 301,023 users
Tagged: @/arthur_leclerc @/logansargeant @/oscarpiastri @/lancestroll@/mickschummacher
its_y/n_love never get near the Leclercs when they're sleepy. Ever. Also join Osc's stream ASAP
view all 10,874 comments
username omg girl what?!??
username SHES BACK! I REPEAT SHES BACK
its_y/n_love @/arthurleclerc pls for the love of god let go of that american
Logansargeant I am traumatised and I will be pressing charges, square up.
Oscarpiastri Oh yeah? At least you didn't have to cook with that on your back
its_y/n_love mans slept on me ONLY I CAN COMPLAIN
Maxverstappen Can attest, they are very touchy
charlesleclerc YOU SAID WE WEREN'T GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT
Username not even one sec and shes causing chaos, bbg never leave again
Username TALK ABT WHAT?? MR.LECLERC WHAT HAVE U DONE??
Landonorris I would very much like the credits. Thank you.
Mickschummacher 🥰🥰
username boy stand up
username OMG MICK!!
Lancestroll We haven't done anything but I feel like I need to call Nando already.
username pookie?? what are you doin here??
Arthurleclerc ALLEGATIONS! FALSE ALLEGATIONS
Oscarpiastri Now why would you lie when we have proof?
Logansargent This isn't even the worst of it
its_y/n_love It really isn't
Taglist: @dark-night-sky-99 @cashtons-wife @i-wish-this-was-me @thehufflepuffavenger1 @eugene-emt-roe @fangirl-dot-com @landosgirlxoxo @aquangxl @sachaa-ff @tyna-19 @assholeinatrenchcoat @allenajade-ite @megatrilss1885 @squirreljoe @jsjcue @s4turnsl0ver @yl90@elijahslover @trouble-sistar @notizzyj @chilwell-mount @hiireadstuff
#f1 x reader#f1#logan sargeant#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#formula 1#lance stroll#mick schumacher#oscar piastri#arthur leclerc#arthur leclerc x reader#lance stroll x reader#oscar piastri x reader#logan sargeant x reader#mick schumacher x reader#f1 social media au#f1 fic#f1 smau#fake texting au#fake texts#fake text
267 notes
·
View notes
Note
You've said from your lick.comic that Lucifer becomes attracted to Adam not long after and Adam is basically dealing with gay panic.
How long after that do they sleep together and how does it happen??
Ooohhh nonny
It wouldn't take too long after it. Hmmm, in fact, I have a comic planned down the line that fits very nicely as a continuation, I might tweak the script a bit to fit it better, so we'll see.
However that comic is gonna be kinda dub-cony and with some coercion so I'll propose an alternative if that's not your thing lol
After the events of that comic, Adam is effectively UNEASY around Lucifer. He can't even look him in the eye, he's actively avoiding him. He's apologized (begrudgingly) to Charlie and he's actually behaving well with the hotel gang.... Except when Lucifer is around. He gets pissy, short-fused, snappy, etc.
Lucifer meanwhile has the spark of attraction ignited inside of him, he looks at Adam with... Not uninterested eyes, but he has a much better hold of himself, he doesn't really act differently or is trying to seduce him further, it's just kind of in the back of his mind for now.
However he IS getting pissed off at Adam's attitude and how he's CLEARLY avoiding him. He briefly wonders if it's because he's just being a fucking brat.
This goes on for AT LEAST two weeks until Adam says something stupid and tries to flee from Lucifer's presence again and Lucifer is like "okay that's it".
Lucifer pulls Adam to a room with just the two of them alone and they have this discussion:
"okay, this is getting ridiculous. Fucking spill it."
"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about! Let me go already!"
"Not until you tell me what's got your panties in a twist. Come on it's been weeks."
"NOTHING! Goddammit-! This is fucking stupid!"
"Adam I'm not an idiot, please just-"
Lucifer tries to grab his arm but Adam flinches away from it.
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME! YOU-!" he yells, loudly, and there's a very obvious blush on his face.
Lucifer looks at him, really looks at him, and then it all clicks for him.
"Holy shit, are you telling me-"
"IM NOT SAYING SHIT. LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE."
"No fucking way," Lucifer's face starts breaking into a smile. "For real? That little teasing got to you this bad?"
"I DON'T-! NO! SHUT UP!"
"Ohoho, this is so rich! Who would've thought!" Lucifer smirks, getting closer to Adam and adopting a much more flirty demeanor. "That the so called Dickmaster would want a piece of lil ol me?"
"SHUT UP FREAK, OF COURSE I DO NOT!"
"Hey, no judgement here, you should've just told me you needed to get laid that badly instead of piss and moan for days. Really buddy, it would've made things so much easier."
"LIKE HELL IT WOULD! I don't want you near me! Get away from me!"
Lucifer cocks an eyebrow but doesn't flinch, he starts circling Adam, as if he was prey. Adam just follows his shadow, still trying to hold on to his little secret. When Lucifer speaks again, it seems to come from everywhere at once.
"If you insist, I'll leave you alone for now. But really Adam, you just say the word and I'll make you reach Heaven again. I'll make you see more stars than you ever knew existed. See more colors than there are in the rainbow."
Adam gulps, and he panics internally when he realizes that he's starting to get hard. However, Lucifer doesn't seem to notice because then he feels Lucifer squeezing his ass, eliciting a yelp from him, and then next thing he knows Lucifer is back at the door frame, all the tension in the room dissipating.
"My door's always open! Well then, pal! Hope ya get your shit together! Don't make daddy mad~" he adds that last part with a velvety tone, and then disappears.
"Fuck..."
Not a full 24 hrs pass before Adam is knocking quietly in Lucifer's door (his new temporary room in the hotel) and Lucifer greets him with a smirk. They close and lock the door behind them. The end.
#me: I'll just write a quick response for this#also me: writes this whole ass thing#hazbin hotel#adamsapple#ask#man now i really wanns rework thst whole script for that comic LOL
134 notes
·
View notes
Note
You know it isn’t truly a marriage and wedding if the people getting married haven’t had had a bachelor/bachelorette party
what I’m trying to say can we PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
Get a one shot of Adam and Lucifer at their respective bachelor parties Adam with the girls and Angel, and Lucifer with Husk and his brothers Mammon and Ozzie(since we all know Alastor being there is out of the question)
"Come on, it's motherfucking party time, bitch!" Angel shouted as he shoved Adam towards the hotel door. "You're getting married and we are throwing you a bitching bachelor party."
"Fucking sweet!" Adam exclaimed, he couldn't believe that him and Lucifer were finally getting married after all these years. "Is that what I think it is!?"
"A party bus!" Angel said as he showed it off. "We will be riding around the city and stopping at bars and clubs. We are gonna get fucked up!"
"Not too fucked up I hope. We do have to tie the knot tomorrow." Came Lucifer's voice from behind Adam. "Have fun."
"You too, Ozzie and Mammon should be here soon, yeah?" Adam was pulled into a goodbye kiss that lasted a little longer than needed.
"Come ON! You have your whole afterlife to suck each other's faces, let's go before Charlie changes her mind." Angel said.
Adam rolled his eyes and pulled away. "I'll see you tomorrow. Love you."
"Love you." Lucifer watched as Adam got in the bus and it drove away and at that moment a portal opened with his brothers coming through.
-
Adam was greeted by Charlie, Vaggie, Cherry and the whole interior of the bus decked out with decorations.
Mainly dicks.
Adam laughed, "Holy shit look at all the dicks!" There was even penis pasta. Angel put a sash and plastic brown on Adam's head. The word bride was crossed out and the groom written below. "Thanks...."
Angel grabbed some shots. "Let's fucking go!"
Everyone cheered and did a shot as they were off to their first destination.
-
Lucifer, Ozzie, Mammon, and Husk sat around the lobby drinking bourbon. Alastor didn't want to participate and frankly Lucifer considered his absence a wedding gift.
"I remember when you brought that sinner down to lust when he got dosed with a love potion." Ozzie mentioned as he drank his drink. "Little shit humped my pillow."
"Ha!" Mammon laughed.
"Ozzie! You promised to leave that one alone." Lucifer said, he knew telling embarrassing stories was a part of this, but damn!
"Oh hush!"
"Oi! I remember when you first introduced me to your mate, what a spit fire he was yeah." Mammon recalled. "Wanted to rip his head off, the attitude on that one."
Husk chimed in with his own. "You think that's bad? Try living with them as they danced around their fucking feelings for eachother."
Lucifer hid his face in his hands. This was going to be a long night.
-
Adam did so many shots he lost count. They were at their third location, which was a strip club. Apparently, everyone organized for him to get a special strip tease.
The whole time he was watching this guy strip and move seductively, the more his mind thought of Lucifer. Sure this guy was hot, but he wasn't his King.
When he was done Adam felt so flustered. "That was something."
"Are you excited to get married tomorrow Adam?" Charlie asked, they formed a special bond over his time in Hell.
"Fuck yeah! You know what that means, I'll be your step-dad." He turned to Vaggie who was looking sour. "I'll be your fucking father-in-law bitch!"
Vaggies eyes went wide. "Oh shit."
Angel came up and handed Adam another shot. "Bottoms up bitch!"
Adam threw it back. He was feeling pretty drunk at this point but he didn't want to stop.
Charlie wasn't drinking cause she was driving and Vaggie was so pussy whipped she only did what her girlfriend did.
So it was Adam, Angel, and Cherry getting beyond wasted together. Speaking of which, it was time to get their dance on!
-
Lucifer wanted to disappear into the couch as Husk kept talking about how he and Adam were obviously in love for the longest time yet they avoided each other.
And they both ranted about their mutual pining to Husk. Fuck him.
"One time they got so drunk at the bar they actually started flirting with one another." Husk said, the others were listening to his every word. "That's when the short King here made a move."
Ozzie gasped. "Noooooo, while drunk? Not classy Lucifer."
"I barely remember that night." Which was a lie, he remembered it. It was one of the first times he made out with Adam.
"Well I do. You shared this sloppy drunk kiss before you took him to bed."
Fuck he missed Adam. He'd be able to get Husk and everyone else to shut their hole.
Lucifer really couldn't wait to marry him.
-
Fuck Adam missed Lucifer, at least then he could be held as the fucking bus spined in his vision.
Currently he was eating that pasta dry, anything to help absorb some alcohol.
"This tastes like ass."
Angel snorted. "Which is funny cause it's little dicks." He took some for himself.
"This has been fun but now I'm just trying not to fucking puke." Too much to drink, he'd be lucky if he didn't throw up.
"You're just not used to drinking still." Cherry said from her spot on the couch. "Being old doesn't help."
If Adam wasn't drunk that would have pissed him off. He just focused on his stomach and thought of Lucifer.
He couldn't wait to marry him, at long last.
35 notes
·
View notes
Text
Unhealthy Obsession
a/n hiii angels! sorry for the wait im backkk and i will have the next chapter out soon if you want to be apart of the tag list let me know and i will add you:)) Updated: hi pookies I'm in the car rn traveling to Louisiana from cali so i have alot of time on my hands to try and finish some stories that are in my drafts:) btw dont be shy request stuff:))
tag list: @quicksilversg1rl @pearls4valentine @adamsbubblegumbitch @urhotfathdr
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
part one
part two
part three
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
tw: 18+ If you don't like smut then please don't read… beyond this there is partying, underage drinking and smoking, adult language, sex, fingering, touching, and kissing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
part four: time of my life
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You had just walked out the front door just in time for Charlie to be pulling up. You walked over to his car about to get the door when he gets out and walks over to you.
“you look gorgeous.”
you smile “Why thank you Charlie”
“Here lemme get the car door” he opens the door
“thank you” You aren’t used to anyone guys acting like gentlemen considering your father was a dipshit and every guy you’ve dated has been a complete dumb fuck. You get in the car and asure him your all good and he shuts the door. He gets in and looks over at you.
“you do look beautiful y/n” This makes you smile as you look into his blue eyes. Every time you do you get lost in his eyes you glance over every facial feature he is like art perfect.
“thank you Charlie you don’t look too bad yourself,” you said with a smirk he was wearing dark blue jeans a white button-down, and black Converse. You put on your seatbelt and smiled at him. “thank you haha. Okay, are you ready to go?”
“yeah yeah when we get there ill help you set everything up” You smiled he had already started driving “Really? Thank you thank you I wasn't gonna ask you too I didn't wanna make your work cause I mean I invited you as a guest yk?” you giggled “no yeah its okay char of course ill help do you know when Robbie is gonna get there?”
“yeah he should be there around 7:15 ish so we will have just a little time where it's just us” You were looking down at your thighs playing with your ring. You look up at Charlie's hands on the steering wheel. Holy fucking shit he has nice hands I bet he is good with them. You thought to yourself.
Then charlie said “Are you okay? your staring…”
“wait huh oh sorry,” you say trying not to make it awkward knowing you just got caught staring at his hands. You start to say something when you're cut off by his hand finding its way to your thigh. You look and his hand and then at him your cheeks starting to go pink.
He doesn't look at you. All he says is. “well this is what you wanted right? I mean why else would you be staring at him? I bet you imagining more than just this tho right?” he says in a teasing tone. You froze unable to respond. Dear god, you thought charlie walker was this shy nerdy virgin who had never touched a woman where the fuck did this confidence come from.
“I- uhm yeah” you stammer out. You take a deep breath and find some confidence and put your hand on top of his and move it towards your inner thigh a bit. You see him start to blush knowing his boost of confidence was coming to an end and he was getting nervous. It was honestly cute because you knew you were his weakness. But just as you thought he was too nervous to do anything else. He moves his hand up your dress. His hand is resting just below your panties.
When he does this your breath hitches. At this point, it wasn’t a want it was a need you could feel yourself throbbing you needed him to keep going.
Just as you were gonna say anything you guys pull into this dirt parking lot where there is an old barn which is where the sabbathon is taking place. He removes his hands from your thigh and parks. You grab your bag and decide to fix your lipgloss real quick when you're done you see Charlie getting the car door again. “you are so beautiful” he says while admiring you. You get out of the car. “thank you char” He shuts the car door and you turn to face him. You look up at him. You wanted to kiss him. while using the triangle method he put moves your hair out of your face and behind your ear. “can I kiss you?”
Without responding you kiss him. The kiss slowly turning to a make out he has you pinned against the car his hands exploring your body. In between kisses he murmurs “so perfect”. He starts kissing down your neck leaving a few hickies on your neck and collarbone. He bites you a bit on your neck causing you to whimper. His hands travel down your body and up your dress. “Wait,” you say. “is everything okay” he stops kinda scared he did something wrong. “what time did you say Robbie is gonna be here?”
“around 7:1-” his phone rings. It's Robbie he picks it up
“Hello?”
“I'm sorry Charlie is running a little bit late ill probably be there around 7:30”
“it's okay dont worry me and Y/n can set up I don't think people are gonna start showing up till at least 8:30”
“ok ok see you at 7:30 maybe”
-he hangs up the phone-
Charlie turns back towards you and smiles. “well Robbie is running a lil late but do you wanna go inside n set up so we can chill out till people get here?”
“sure” You guys grab a few things out of the car and the chairs are already inside you just had to set them up. Charlie set up the projector and stuff while you set up chairs. When you guys are done you can't wait any longer and throw yourself onto him kissing him hard. he puts his hands on your waist backing you into the wall. This time he doesn't wait to slide his hands into your panties drawing small circles on your clit causing you to whimper but you are trying to stay quiet
“nono I want to hear your pretty noises angel” he kisses you while pumping and curling two fingers in and out of your aching pussy. You moan into the kiss knowing your gonna cum soon. “Charlie” you whimper out “Yes angel?” he says
“m gonna cum” he continues pumping his finger in and out a little harder and touches your clit. You are a whimpering mess. “Shh shh, I know I know” You feel the pressure in your stomach release as you whimper his name and cum all over his hands. taking a few deep breathes you look up at Charlie. “you did so well for me angel” he says
“Now be good open up” You open your mouth and suck his fingers clean. “good girl,” He says while having a hand on your jaw making you look up at him. He Gives you a quick kiss and pulls you into a hug hands around your waist and slightly rubbing your back. “you did so good are you okay?”
“yes I'm okay thank you Charlie I didn’t know you were so good with your hands” you kinda giggle and pull out from the hug. “well I’ve thought abt this situation a lot and I just wanna make you feel good” What you didn’t know is thinking about this happening isn’t the only thing he has done. But we will get to that another time. He checks his phone its 7:45 and robbie isnt here yet but kirby is parking and walks in to you and charlie standing close together looking at his phone and giggling at something. Kirby is jealous but doesn't say anything abt it.
“hiii” you look up to see kirby
“Helloo Kirby” You hug her and she hugs Charlie but not a friend hug you notice but shove it off. “I have drinks in my car and Jill is on her way. Also I few of the football players are picking up a keg”
“Okay cool,” Charlie says smiling at Kirby. You can see the way he looks at her. You wonder if you're just reading too much into things Or if Kirby had a chance with him. Like I know he was just making out with you and fingering you but you honestly thought he wanted her.
It’s hard because Kirby is your friend and you font wanna let a boy come between you guys but Charlie wasn’t just any boy you were falling for him And you couldn’t risk losing him…
#rory culkin#i need him#charlie walker#rory culkin is so fine#husband#charlie walker fanfic#long hair boys#rory is so fine#charlie walker smut#on my knees rn#unhealthy obession
46 notes
·
View notes
Text
yk the first couple of episode drops were a bit ehh to me but like.. these two just hit Right. maybe bc i knew what to expect pacing/story wise now? either way, they're def my faves so far, especially ep 5. that's my Favorite favorite :]
spoilers for both eps under the cut, mostly just me blabberin abt what i liked (warning: its alotta alastor)
for ep 5, at first i thought charlastors/radiobelles were winning (and while i don't ship it myself, i was happy for em) but then the realization of 'wait wait wait this isn't romo at all, alastors tryna be a FATHER FIGURE?!' hit instead and i went WILD bc thats 1000% my preferred dynamic for charlie and al. so uh.. yippee dadlastors, sorry charlastors..? gsjahafdaj
also the "Ha! Fuck you." im normal im normal im NORMAL im SOOOO FUCKIN NORMAL (IM CRAZY IM VRAZY I CRAZY IM CRASTY IM FUCKI)
mimzy!! (mimzie??) her intro was abrupt, but she seems like a doll, and her hug with al was real cute. tho i do think she needed that metaphorical kick in the ass abt al's thoughts when it comes to her leeching off his strength for protection. about that..
ALASTOR ACTUALLY CARES. HE CARES. (seemingly, at least). LIKE, HE ACTUALLY LEGITIMATELY, NON-FANONILY, GIVES A DAMN ABT THE HOTEL. HE WENT OUT OF THE WAY TO PROTECT THE PLACE AND TOLD MIMZY TO LEAVE IF SHE DIDN'T COME FOR REDEMPTION. MAYBE ITS IN HIS OWN WEIRD-GUARDED-PETTY WAY BUT FUCK FUCK HOOOLLLYY FUCK ALASTOR CARES
and one more thing b4 i move onto ep 6, i've already seen some ppl comparing what al did to husk in the hall to angel and val's dynamic, and while i do agree the two are both trapped in unsavory deals (loser, baby literally confirms this) i don't think al's ANYWHERE near as bad as val. was what he did fucked up? oh, yes, definitely. but it really?? shouldn't be surprising??? al's in hell ‘n has all this status for a reason, so i was really just waitin for a moment like that to happen. however, it didn't do any lasting damage. at least i really wouldn't say so. most it did was scare the shit out of husk for a minute, nowhere close to what val does to angel on the daily (see: episode 6). tho im willing to admit i might be lookin thru rose colored glasses bc i love al as a character. my opinion might change when/if the actual conditions of al and husks deal are revealed, but as of rn, i think al acted as he did there bc husk attacked a reeeally sensitive subject. he would've just been the petty bitch he always is if husk said like.. anythin else. oh and uhh yeah im abt 85% sure he and lilith have SOMETHING goin on. idk who the hell else would be powerful enough to have alastor on a leash
..oh yeah, lastly, lucifer was cool :] silly silly guy (with lotsa trauma) that hit me right in the daddy issues. funny tho, i rlly dont have much to say abt the guy despite the ep literally being focused on him. his song with charile was spectacular though, i need to listen to it on its own immediately
okokok, episode 6, finally, hopefully shorter than the mess of text above
first off. vaggie = fallen angel theorists, i would like to bow down and apologize for ever doubting you. i was one of the skeptics, i really was, but the show did it in a way that (albeit rushed, but what hasn't been so far?, thaaanks, 8-episode limit..) made it seem believable, with assdam calling her out for it..
but putting adam aside, uh, lute?? maam?? holy fuck, step on me??? please???? i mean uh. sick character design yk ahah ^^
whats her name.. emily? the younger seraphim girl, i liked her, she was a cutie. she really did just seem like heavens version of charlie. and the older seraphim woman i (expectedly) have mixed feelings abt. i feel like all would've be great it adam got outta her damn ear cause she might've actually be down to try the hotel with em gone.. angel was doing so well
speaking of angel, ANGEL!! oh lookit that character development, charlie's gonna be so fuckn proud!!! also, CHERRI!!!! saw someone else say cherris the devil on angels shoulder while husks the (heh) angel, and i have to say i agree. they both want the best for him, they just have different ways of goin about it.
unsurprisingly, fuck Valentino. although i did notice he was wearing a dress today, so. (through gritted teeth) slay.
thiiink that's all i gotta say for today?? besides the fact that next week is gonna be agonizing, ofc :] buckle up ppl we might get a genuine, emotional chaggie fight come next thursday
..oh yeah!! molly!!! we briefly saw molly!!!! i hope youre absolutely thriving girl, you deserve no less <3
16 notes
·
View notes
Text
My Live Heartstopper 2 Reactions
Right so this is an EXTREMELY long post and I know nobody cares but it helped me get all my emotions out in a healthy way instead of punching walls so that’s a plus 👍🏻. MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR SPOILERS, so be warned, aight? Some of my reactions are genuinely funny—wish I had filmed myself because oh boy.
(TW: Eating disorders and homophobia. Also: Chaos, spoilers, and unhealthy fangirling).
Episode 1
Oh my god I’m literally more nervous for this than I was for my tattoo I’m gonna cry
HI ❤️
Charlie you better eat that cereal why are you just holding it.
The soundtrack is already banging holy balls.
THIS SCENE IS SO CUTE OH MY GOSH.
AGGRESSIVE KISSING OH MY GOD THAT WAS CRAZY THE PASSION I—
They’re so happy. I’m so happy they’re happy. And the smile every time they greet each other. And they’re BESTIES which is SO REAL.
THE UPSIDE-DOWN KISS SHOT WAS MAGICAL—
Ooh I missed the little sparkles of Heartstopper
Need this tattooed on my body fr.
Elle is gorgeous. Elle is gorgeous. Elle is gorgeous and I love her. She’s gorgeous. Oh my gosh my sapphic heart wants her so bad.
That was weird. Oop—that product placement is as a tiny bit goofy? Was the product placement? I’ve only read one book.
No she fancies Ben—I already can see it coming. No NO NO NO NO IMOGEN NO.
Oh I can feel the stress. I have to look up what this test is I guess because I can FEEL the stress—NEVERMIND I KNOW WHAT THE STRESS IS—
This is an incredible scene. Oh my FUCKING god.
This teacher is really doing the most for no reason.
I NEED YOU.
Of course Harry’s out here saying some slightly misogynistic shit out the gate.
Elle and Tao will be magical together I already know.
YES OH MY GOD THEY GET DOODLES TOO?????? YESSSSSSS.
Bro is this product placement or is it in the comics. It must be in the comics and I just don’t know about it lmao. Because otherwise this product placement is WILD.
UH OH NO UH OH STOP PLEASE I CAN’T—alright it’s fine. Everything’s fine. Deep breaths. Whew all good.
As a partially-closeted gay person that was a lot for me.
I love Tori and her actress so much (is actress still a real term??? I feel like it’s not).
This is cute huh.
I love Imogen. I love Imogen. She’s so cute.
SHE’S AN ALLY IM PISSING—
God Elle is gorgeous in every scene.
Tao’s hair isn’t even bad idk what everybody was saying in the first season it’s goofy but it’s not the worst haircut in the world.
THAT WAS SO INTENSE. THEY HAVE CRAZY CHEMISTRY WHAT????!?????
Isaac always reading is such a vibe he just likes to be in the room with everyone and it’s so me.
You got this Nick. I love you and I believe in you.
Woah Tao. Simmer down babe.
YOU GOT THIS! YOU GOT IT! They are so supportive it’s so wonderful this is so sweet fuck me.
THAT WAS SO GOOD.
“I’m sorry I don’t actually know how to react,” IS A PERFECT REACTION FUCK.
Oh balls I KNEW IT.
They’re girls together. I love watching girlhood between queer people. This show is everything.
Hands ✨
I wish I had this many friends.
HI LEAVES HOW ARE YOU—AHHHHHHHH KISSES YES. This is kind of a lot for being in front of everyone.
Darcy is so real.
Not the hanky panky.
BRING ON THE BROTHER. This is the bullshit fuckery im excited for I want nick to DESTROY HIS HOMOPHOBIC BROTHER. Verbally, of course.
Episode 2
Why is everyone struggling? I kind of hate this trope so much my grades did not slip when I got in a secret homosexual relationship I was literally valedictorian I promise it’s not that distracting.
Bros being so mean wtf.
Woah I have never seen Charlie looking so much like Joe.
Mum’s sassy woah.
DAVID. BRING ON THE BROTHER. FIST FIIIIIIIGHT.
Sorry I’m just excited.
Kit Connor is so pretty.
I FORGOT CHARLIE’S A DRUMMER THAT’S SO RANDOM AND COOL.
Not the WHAT with the blank expression.
Wait that is so cute #meandmygf when both our parents are psycho conservatives #starcrossedlovers
❤️
Ben and Imogen is such a fucking no I feel sick. I am literally sick.
I know all these extras are so freaking excited to be here—I love them all.
Who tf says ‘eve’ in a text?
Ben’s weird ass look lmao.
This is goofy and I love it. Fuck off Ben stop with that state.
Dude Mr. Farouk needs to chill so hard.
SHUT THE FUCK UP BEN. GET HIM NICK. SICK EM. EAT SHIT.
Broooo why would you put them in a room together are you frickin serious?????
NICK YOU ARE NOTHING LIKE HIM I hate Ben so much I what a perfect perfect perfect gray-area villain
David what are you even talking about rn.
God they are good together are you kidding? They casted so perfectly I’ve never been more in love with a couple in my life. They are phenomenal actors because idk how they could be like this and not be in love.
The SOUNDTRACK ARE YOU KIDDING
“I think Nellie loves him” NO YOU
The queer extras are my favorite in the whole world.
NON-BINARY PERSON oh my god hi me too
God she’s perfect here. To be fair she’s just generally perfect. THE THREE OF THEM ARE PERFECT.
What a lovely conversation for this show to have, so simple and so chill and so real.
Oh Tao. I love you I wish I could give you a hug, poor dude.
If Ben fucks up Nick’s math exam istg—
Oh Imogen—I’m so sorry sweetheart.
Oh shit fuck this feels like such unnecessary stress I hate hate hate hate hate this—NO BRO RAISE YOUR HAND AND TELL HER—
Bro if he’s in trouble I’m gonna lose it I will literally be so sad.
Elle is stunning.
Elle he likes you oh my god ELLE HE LIKES YOU.
Gosh she’s tall too I love tall women.
Bro what marvel movie were they watching ????? Hello ????? Also—David is still here isn’t he?
NELLIE IS PERFECT.
No no no no no no no no no bro I’m gonna be physically ill.
PUNCH THAT MF IN THE FACE holy FUCK.
Oh my god this is so sad, but also definitely the conflict I’m here for and not this schoolwork shit. I hate schoolwork conflicts.
It’s not your fault Charlie I’m so sorry.
God Mom he needs you right now are you serious?????
We all know damn well you did not eat at Nick’s.
To be so fair this is exactly what happened to me and my gf when we started telling people it just became a mess.
Oh god the voice memo was perfect Nick. That was such a perfect way to get your sincerity across. Wow I LOVE that.
CUT YOUR HAIR OUT OF JEALOUSY TAO !!!
That’s half a joke.
But I would do it (I’m crazy and petty).
Cantonese is very soft or maybe it was just the way she said it but my ears liked it.
I deadass thought she was gonna be right behind him lmao.
Episode 3
IKEA??????? Boy.
Aw nice boys. Thank you.
The way Otis just looked back like bro are you serious—
Damn it he almost had it shit.
Charlie and Joe are ebbing and flowing and I love that he’s like 15-dimensional it’s so nice and natural I love Joe he is so talented.
YAY SHE IS SO NICE ARE YOU SERIOUS???? SHE HAS A WIFE. My girlfriend did women’s rugby gayest sport in the world. I literally just jumped up and down this show is so good fuck.
HER LITTLE GIGGLE SDFGHJKL
Tao not on the school computer wtf.
I’m like actually stressed about Charlie’s paper and Nick’s math I remember being stressed and fucked up by these things and I do not like the coursework issues as pieces of plot it really gets me—not to say it’s the show’s fault. I think that’s just because school killed me.
Oh Tara and Darcy.
I am in fear. I am currently in very much fear.
Ben looks like such an ass fr.
DARCY’S SARCASM IM PISSING—
HE IS SO SWEET ABSOLUTELY SO SWEET. HOLY PISS AND SHIT THIS IS PERFECT. AND HIS HAAAAAAIR. OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING.
THAT WAS ADORABLE.
They are very good together.
The 1975???? Slay?????
I LOVE TORI. IM PISSING.
“Look after him. Or you die.”
The most unrealistic thing about this show is that people don’t know they’re together when they’re always standing so fucking close together and glancing at each others’ mouths.
Now why is that popcorn so big.
Bro Elle looks perfect all the time I would also be awkwardly silent next to her.
Oh Tara.
Joe and Nick look SO GOOD in these outfits.
Elle definitely put her hand there on purpose so he’d grab it.
BRO WHAT IS GOING ON THIS IS PAINFUL.
I take it back Nick should’ve been wearing different pants.
Oh no this is literally my nightmare.
Bro Harry putting his arm around Nick like nothing’s wrong and the panic that must be flooding through Nick’s veins is so FUCKING REAL I have been in situations so similar to this and if he comes out now I will never forgive Alice because this is a horrific time for this.
I am uncomfortable with the energy we have created in the studio today.
Oh Tao I love you I’m so sorry. God he is so me. God what a nice hug. I feel so bad for him. Holy fuck.
And CHARLIE god this is my nightmare.
Oh Nick too.
EVERYONE IS SAD AND I AM SAD.
Oh baby oh my god.
Charlie is a literal angel AND SO IS NICK’S MOM.
YOU DON’T OWE THEM ANYTHING. THAT IS A BEAUTIFUL FUCKING MESSAGE.
Oh Charlie my heart aches for you.
Episode 4
Charlie why wouldn’t you sit next to each other???? Charlie???? What is this madness?????
Tao’s hair is slaying.
Mr. Farouk is crazy.
Paris is gonna fix everything I see.
Okay Nick and Tao getting together makes my heart absolutely so full.
NICK’S DAD IS FRENCH??????? Bro I need to read these don’t I?
Aw Mr. Farouk’s little smile.
Darcy is fantastic at changing the subject I wish I had the skill.
Bro Ben’s whole role this season is glaring I’m pissing myself giggling about it.
Bro read the ROOM of COURSE they wanted to share.
Um why is their room so tiny????
Even their hands look perfect together god DAMN.
WAIT Tao that was so fucking sweet.
NO THIS IS THE HICKEY SCENE. THIS IS THE HICKEY SCENE. OH MY GOD IS THIS THE HICKEY SCENE?
Incredible like delivery Kizzy FUCK I loved that.
Also it was not the hickey scene.
Ben looks so unenthused with Imogen at all times and I’m pissed about it.
Jesus that was rude Ben. Fuck you.
This is so weird but I wanna know what order they shot these scenes in bc the whole bus scene Farouk kept being all smiley towards Ajayi but now he’s like super unimpressed with him and it’s not tracking but honestly that’s kind of sweet and almost like foreshadowing I love it.
Tao. Looks. So. Good.
ELLE’S BOOTS ARE FIRE ARE YOU SERIOUS?????
Charlie just grab his hand there’s literally no one around.
NICK BEING FLUENT IN FRENCH IS SO GOOD AND IMPRESSIVE DOES CHARLIE KNOW?????
Also Kit Connor speaking French is just ahhhhhh
TARA’S A DANCER??? ME TOO. ME TOO ME TOO ME TOO.
Darcy is so my girlfriend. Don’t worry Tara she’ll come around I promise. My girlfriend didn’t say I love you back to me for months babe. It’s just hard for some people.
Charlie…
God Paris is beautiful.
Straight people are so goofy thinking relationships mean you stop being friends.
BRO THIS SONG GOES CRAZY????
Okay the yelling was so funny.
They’re perfect together for real.
The BUTTERFLIES???? THE BUTTERFLIES????
I actually love Imogen so much. Ben needs to get his greasy hands off her fr.
Darcy’s non-binary shirt is everything. Thank you Heartstopper, thank you Kizzy.
WHY IS CHARLIE BY BEN???? WHO ALLOWED THIS?????
NO. NO NO NO. NO.
Okay. Deadass, I wish I had recorded myself—The whole conversation just went down, and I sat there with my hand shaking around my face, and when HARRY went “There’s no reason to call her a bitch” I fucking LOST MY MIND because you know it’s bad when HARRY SAYS SOMETHING OBJECTIVELY CORRECT. I deadass SCREAMED.
Oh Imogen so wrong but also so cute about it anyway.
Tao and Nick talking makes my heart so happy I want them to be besties.
This is so sweet. Fuck.
Is Nick’s dad a factor here? Because I’m stressed.
I love when my gf hugs me like that.
“Giant Rugby idiot”
Wait this is wild oh my god?????
Real talk—when my gf gets that close to me and is kissing my neck I do not silently stare at the ceiling but I get it we’re innocent and sweet in this house.
Bro the hickey reveal is SO GOOD.
Episode 5
Oh his dad is ghosting him fuck.
Soundtrack going off again
Also unrealistic—giving a hickey without knowing how? You have to suck SO HARD bro—
I’m fully laughing my ass off.
TAO’S EYES I—
I just screamed “OH MY GOD THIS SHOT IS INCREDIBLE THIS IS ART” at the top of my lungs and the neighbors definitely heard but BLURRY BEN SITTING IN BETWEEN MATCHING NICK AND CHARLIE WHEN HE LEARNS ABOUT THE HICKY???? 10/10 cinema. Give it an Oscar right now.
That’s the biggest croissant I have ever seen.
BEN BLURRY IN THE BACKGROUND OF THESE SHOTS IS JUST SO—
Joe Locke is gorgeous I can’t. He’s like literally a sculpture.
SHUT UP HARRY.
Oh my fucking god.
“I don’t give a rats ass rudeboy, grow up” is the single greatest like in all of Heartstopper and I will tattoo it on my body.
What is Nick’s outfit? Why do they keep giving him ridiculous pants?
Tao and Elle are a fucking gorgeous couple.
GO OFF ISAAC. GO OFF.
Kizzy and Corinna are just ah just god just I want them both just AH.
THAT FRAME OF BEN AND NICK IS FUNNIER THAN THE ONE THAT WENT VIRAL.
I hate Ben. I am going to cry.
I’m scared Charlie’s going to pass out. Imagine he just falls off the tower lmao what a twist one of them literally dies 😭😭
HARRY! HARRY! HARRY! Good job Isaac.
Okay he JUST called are you serious?
Tao’s fits are fucking fire bro.
SO ARE YOU CHARLIE. SO ARE YOU.
Doing a friend lock instead of a boyfriend one is so real.
I’m really freaked about the end of the season. I feel like I know the storm that’s coming and I don’t know if I can take it.
Nick being able to talk to anyone about everything is the best trope of this entire show. He is truly a saint (Santa Claus type beat lmfao)
No Charlie eat please. I’m begging you. You deserve love and food. I love him. I love this show.
Kizzy is so handsome.
Things are falling apart. I am falling apart. This is bad. This is real bad.
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ENJOY ELLE AND TAO WHEN I KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING ELSEWHERE???????
Yeah okay I’m enjoying it I LOVE THEM!!!!
THE BUTTERFLIES.
Beautiful artist couple.
I wanna understand. He wants. To. Understand. MY PARENTS DIDN’T EVEN— AHHHAGDJAHANDHEJAB he’s a saint.
Nick is about to make me uncontrollably sob.
He was so close to I love you fr.
I hate Nick’s outfit so much.
Charlie finding out he speaks French has me KICKING MY FUCKING FEET AND GIGGLING.
Gets in trouble, “Run!” *runs towards the person getting them in trouble*
They look so genuinely perfect together it’s insane. The casting for this shit is fucking crazy.
Goated soundtrack.
Why does Nick have to be dressed like this though like I get it but I completely do not get it.
I’m uncomfy.
Oh god. He doesn’t know me. This is getting way, WAY to real now.
I just belly laughed at Tao sheepishly shuffling out of the bathroom and going, “I have something to share.”
Okay this is adorable I wish I had friends in high school (or ever)
WAIT OH MY GOD—I was upset they got busted by I AM NOT EVEN REMOTELY UPSET ANYMORE.
This is fucking perfect.
This show does not fail to save me. It saved me with the first season and it’s saving me a second time now.
Isaac in the bookstore is so me.
Oh yes YES YES YES!
The pride street. I’m fucking sobbing.
The hand shot?!?!? THE HAND SHOT?!?!
I really need Tara and Darcy to talk.
Oh no this is not what I want I really do not want this I really don’t like that there is alc here in this situation.
Ben is here??? What???
Everyone and their brother has a crush on Charlie and like I totally get it but also he is so OBLIVIOUS.
LUCY DACUS???? FUUUUUUUUUUCK.
Also the ace/aro representation is so good I fuckin love you Isaac.
“No.”
Okay let me be so real, Harry is an ass but Ben assaulted Charlie and he gets to be here???? Like not that I want Harry to be around either but????? Like?????
WHO INVITED BEN?!?!?
TAO’S SCARY ASS CRAWL I CAN’T—
YES. YES NICK. FUCK IM CRASHING.
Darcy why tho.
They are such good actors it’s so hard to remember they aren’t actually in love.
Not to be delulu but they are so Merlin/Arthur core.
I thought they were about to have an “oh shit I’m about to get turned on” moment but it didn’t go that way.
ONE BED TROPE. YASSSSSS. YASSSS. GAY TEACHERS. YASSSS.
WHAT IS THAT MELODYYYY??????
They sleep like me and my gf do, always switching positions. Got that’s so real. I’m fucking obsessed.
Peach comforter cute as hell.
Good song. Heard it on the soundtrack before.
Holy BALLS JOE LOCKE IS BEAUTIFUL.
YES ELLE! YES ELLE!
TAO PICKING UP HIS MOTHER SUPREMACY
“My summer is for sleeping.” Tori is me.
Ben. Actually piss off. There will be no accidental adultery in this show. I’m manifesting.
Oh Darcy. The purple clouds are amazing detail but Oh Darcy.
Tell him. Tell him. Tell him.
Tell him.
Tell him.
You promised. Tell him.
CONAN GRAY? IN MY CITY?
PHYSICALLY GASPED AT ELLE.
Yes. Yes Isaac yes. Fuck. I love you Isaac. YOU ARE FREE FROM EVERYONE ELSE’S PICTURE OF LIFE. YOU’RE AMAZING. FUCK.
MORE CONAN?
Yes Tao. He’s fucking supportive. I can see it in his face.
THE PAINTING???? THE ART ROOM?????
TAO THAt IS SO FUCKING MATURE.
My parents will never accept me either but I’m not a goddamn predator asshole.
This is fucking RAW. Oh my GOD. God, Charlie that was fucking powerful and perfect. Me too. I feel it. I felt you. AND HE STEPPED AWAY FROM THE RAINBOW HE COULD HAVE GONE IN AND SEEN.
FUCK.
Fuck you David. I already know you’re about to do some DUMB SHIT.
Bro did they not warn Charlie’s parents?????
GO OFF TORI.
Oh my god GO OFF NICK???? GO OFF???? HOLY FUCK????
He’s not a very good dad, is he?
I like Nick’s pink shirt.
I love Tori so fucking much. Oh my GOD.
Your brother’s a prick.
Oh Nick. Oh NICK. Oh Nick.
Darcy, baby. Fuck.
(Good ass soundtrack tho)
Episode 8
I’m so stressed about Charlie. Please no storm.
Okay this time the soundtrack jumped in a little too strong????
SWITCH! SWITCH!
NICK’S OUTFIT IS FIRE (it’s just the jumper but still)
ALLY! ALLY! (Except they’re both gay lmfao)
WINGWOMAN! That’s the word.
Tell him. Tell him. Tell him.
Fuck. I’m gonna sob.
YES THEY’RE CONNECTING.
Me neither.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Noooo Charlie nooooo it’s not gonna be like that. Charlie I’m so sorry. Fuck fuck fuck.
FOLKLORE POSTER??? YES??
GOD ELLE IS GORGEOUS. AND I LOVE HER PARENTS.
CHARLIE LOOKS FANTASTIC WTFFFFFFF.
Isaac with the book I love it.
God Seven’s gonna play about Darcy. Seven’s gonna fucking play about Darcy.
MLM WLW SOLIDARITY
YASSSS GET IT QUEEN!!!!
I FUCKING LOVE TAO’S LITTLE HEARTS?????
AND ELLE HAS THEM OHHHHH MY GOD.
lmao Tori.
Harry 🫠🫠🫠🫠
YES GAY TEACHERS.
Imogen is literally gay lmfao.
YAS ISAAC GOT LEAVES FUCK YES FUCK YES I’m sobbing I love queer joy I’m gonna fall apart
The way VERY OBVIOUSLY QUEER extras are the ones gossiping and stressing Charlie out 😭😭😭
No. No. No.
Fuck that woman so hard oh my god.
TINY NICK.
Me too Darcy. I love you. THEY ARE PERFECT. THEY ARE PERFECT. They are me 😭😭 this is so personal to me.
SEVEN! SEVEN! SEVEN! ITS SO SAPPHIC! ITS SO THEM!
These people have got to know they are making something so FUCKING special for queer people. This is my next tattoo for sure.
Queer joy.
THEY LOOK MARRIED!!! THEY LOOK MARRIED!!!!?
THIS IS SO DOMESTIC.
Please talk to him.
Do not fight right now I swear to god.
You don’t have to be perfect with me.
Oh Charlie oh my god. Nick’s fuckiNG TEARS—I just.
This scene. Is. Perfect. Fuck.
THE WHISPERING. THE FUCKING WHISPERING. THE BROKEN ASS WHISPERING.
FOREHEAD KISSES????? IN THIS ECONOMY??????
That blue looks GOOD on him.
The storm was a light rain that spilled the rivers over, but it was fun to walk in and the mud made nice pies, and everything was alright, because they made them together.
this SONG????????
BANGING MY HEAD AGAINSST A WALL.
In conclusion, I will be getting a heartstopper tattoo at my nearest convenience. I’ll be sure to post it.
Also, here’s a cookie for lasting this long 🍪
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Whisperer: Part 13 (Wally Clark Fic)
”She’s not trying to make Wally hate you so you can stop giving her the evil eye now.” I blinked and looked at Charly who had basically finished painting the whole banner I was supposed to be helping him with for homecoming. “She’s in love with Xavier and he’s just a fucking golden retriever that feels bad for anyone that has a sad story.” I knew Charly was right after the day I exploded on her I told Maddie the same thing that I told Wally and she even cried a little bit and said she was so sorry for putting me in that position. I told her that I meant what I said and that I would try to help her but I would have to figure out the best way to do it though.
Wally seemed to have no trouble though, he took the new ghost girl right under his wing and to make matters worse she only smiled when she was around him. I knew what Charly said made the most sense and I’ve never gotten the feeling that Maddie liked Wally like that. But do I think Wally doesn’t like Maddie like that? I honestly don’t know, he hasn’t visited me anymore since that night when I told him about my parents. Hasn’t talked to me really and I can’t ask Dawn because she actually crossed over. She visited my dream when she did and she thanked me for being such a good friend. I told her that I could visit her still and she said she would like that but not to spend all my living time visiting her. She would be waiting for me when it was my time. She was waving to me with my parents right before I woke up and I had never been so angry to wake up from a dream before.
Maybe that’s why Wally was avoiding me? Maybe he thought he talking about my parents death had somehow cause Dawn ti cross over and he was angry with me? My thoughts were cut off by Maddie and Wally giggling obnoxiously. I gritted my teeth and threw my paintbrush down before storming off. Neither one even bothered to glance up and Charly just shook his head before hanging our -his- banner up.
“Oh relax cherry pop Wally definitely still likes you. He just thinks he scared you off.” Of course Rhonda would be waiting for me in my hiding spot. My underrated best friend besides Dawn who knew everything without me having to tell her.
“What do you mean?” She sighed and pulled her green lollipop out of her mouth and threw it away before turning to me. Her face was actually the most serious I had ever seen it I think.
“He felt like he was too forward with you after you told him about your parents death. That’s why he’s been avoiding you.” Well damn and here I was hating Maddie once again for something that wasn’t her fault but my own damn fault.
“It’s not that.” I mumbled looking anywhere but at her.
“Then what-oh cherry pop you’re a virgin.” I clamped my hand over her mouth because I didn’t know if ghosts had enhanced hearing. “He’s a ghost not a fucking bat. Oh you haven’t been putting it off because you don’t like him. He’s doesn’t know you’re a virgin.”
“Would you shut up, yes I’m a virgin.” Surprisingly she didn’t laugh she actually seemed a little shocked by the idea. “And I don’t know how to be like oh hey Wally by the way I’m a virgin.” Her face softened on that one.
“He’s not an asshole Mo, it’s not like he’s gonna just stick it in and make himself feel good.” That’s weird Rhonda’s never really gone to bat for Wally before. Not like she’s talked shit about him but she’s defending him hard-
“Holy shit you two fucked.” She tried to stop me before I got to the gym but I was far faster than her. I saw red when I saw Wally laughing with Maddie and his face did light up when he saw me but I was too pissed to care. “Is there any ghost that you haven’t fucked or tried to fuck?” Maddie was looking unsure between the two of us and Charly was her savior because he just removed her from the situation.
“I don’t-“
“Don’t say you haven’t because I know damn well you have. Rhonda here didn’t mean to tell me but she was defending you so fucking hard it wouldn’t take a fucking rocket scientist to figure it out.” I reached out and ripped the necklace from around his neck. “You stay the fuck away from me.”
I could even see where I was running to I was crying so hard I think the worst part was part of me was hoping Wally or Rhonda would have came after me but they didn’t. None of them did. Not even Charly or Maddie.
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 226
Book of the Damned
“Book of the Damned”
Plot Description: When Charlie calls to say she’s found the Book of the Damned, the brier he’s race to meet her. But someone else is not on her trail too
Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: Charlie might have the training and skills to get out of this alive, but u don’t think I would
Pfffft, Castiel not allowing Metatron ANY form of pleasure, not even songs he might like
Cas complaining to Sam over the phone that he just wants to kill Metatron right now. I love him. Man, when he said that Metatron was his new punching bag, he MEANT it
The way Sam is now finding out that the Mark is a curse and Rowena is Crowley’s mom in one conversation like Dean just forgot to tell him
The actual look of hope in Dean’s eyes when Charlie says she’s got a book that can cure any form of damnation.
*noises of discomfort* Dean’s TOO happy about this. Things are going TOO well. “The Boys Are Back In Town” is playing in the impala. Sam is SMILING. I don’t think I wanna know how poorly this is going to turn
WARNING: DEAN WANTS TO GO ON A BEACH VACATION WHEN THIS IS ALL DONE. I can’t handle how this might turn out
I’m trying to piece together why Dean touching the book is a bad thing. I mean, obviously because the completely dissociated and was hearing strange whispers, but why did that happen?
I’m also curious as to who the undercover angel in the diner (at least I’m guessing they’re an angel) is going to be going after, Cas or Metatron or both
Both, I guess. Holy shit… what if that was the Cupid from way back? Welp, guess it doesn’t matter, Metatron just killed him saving Cas’s life
The book is weird and gross and is having a bad effect on everyone in the cabin. I’d love to be done with it
Poor Dean…oh they’re finally having this out. The what happens when Dean can’t fight the Mark anymore fight
“We’ll do what we need to and deal with the consequences later” the Winchester way
Sam, you say you didn’t mean what you said to Dean about him saving you from the Trials, but…it was really convincing when you said it and then left
Oh…oh, Cas…no one deserves to have their entire raison d’etre questioned like that but Metatron’s not completely wrong. What IS your mission now? Is it purely still atonement for what you’ve been involved in doing to heaven (purposely or unwittingly)?
Goddammit. No. Nonononono, Metatron should have never been trusted without the handcuffs. Fuck Metatron
Sam’s an interesting study (or the writers are inconsistent). He’s somehow come to realize how much he loves hunting with Dean (would have been nice to see that progression), and when faced with having to say out loud what he’d do if he couldn’t do that anymore because Dean was gone, he can’t finish the sentence (though last time that happened for a YEAR, he settled down really quickly)
Cas’s wings have seen better days but he’s got his grace back 🎉🎉🎉 at the cost of losing Metatron and the Demon tablet…oh yes, the Demon tablet is back
So now we’ve got confirmation from the family who’ve guarded and used the book for their own nefarious purposes that it CAN cure the Mark but OF COURSE at a super high price, and we gotta get Charlie outta there
$20 says Sam doesn’t actually burn it…that he actually just burned his notes on it…
All this time, and I didn’t realize Cas and Charlie have never met??
CHARLIE. You need to not be wearing so many layers…is that a Lumberjanes shirt?!?! Like the Nate Stevenson created comic??? IS IT?! (After a google search, inconclusive. But to me it is…)
Cas healed Charlie’s carpal tunnel and bullet wound and Charlie asks him if they just became best friends. I wish they would be.
Fuck…I KNEW IT. I knew he didn’t burn the real book. Before the reveal of who’s on the other side of the table from Sam, I’m gonna take….I’m gonna take one guess, actually. I think it might be Crowley (based on the fact that they have his contact info FOR SURE), but runners up are Metatron and Rowena.
ROWENA!!!!!!!!! Oh, amazing move. Sam, you are an absolute moron, but I’m so excited to see that it’s her. She’s who I WANTED it to be but I couldn’t figure out how Sam would have gotten in contact with her
1 note
·
View note
Text
What: Bingo Event - Chastity
Who: Dominant - Dante (npc slave), Submissives - Kyla Clarington and Charlie Fabray
When: late September, 2022
Summary: Kyla and Charlie make a bet. Kyla’s competitive streak comes out, but so does Charlie’s submissive streak. Charlie wins the battle, but Kyla wins the war.
Dante had been a mismarked submissive back in the time before slavery. In some ways being a slave had worked out for him, at least when days went like this one. He'd been sent out to serve a couple of subs with this bingo event they had going. All he had to do was confine them in chastity and then tease them into breaking. A fun way to pass the time even if you weren't being forced to do it. He'd take his freedom any day, but as long as that wasn't a possibility he tried to enjoy the small blessings his miserable life afforded him. He finished locking them both into their devices nice and tight, chuckling lightly. "How about we get started straight away hmm?" He stripped down naked and looked through his toys. "This will be a nice starter." He picked up a large wartenberg wheel and beginning with the girl and then moving from one to the other rolling it over their exposed skin paying close attention to nipples and other sensitive areas.
Kyla was unsure at first about using a slave she didn’t know in a scene, but ultimately it wouldn’t be bondage, so she’d be able to leave if something were to go wrong. Plus it helped to have Charlie there with her. Dante was certainly hot, but she was trying to focus on this friendly competition she and Charlie had hatched up. Chastity tended to make her frustrated, but a competition always pushed her to do more than her usual ability. She looked over at Charlie and grinned as this wheely thing roamed her body.
The wheel wasn't too much to take. It wasn't even all that stimulating honestly. Charlie looked over at Kyla and smiled. "See this isn't so bad. You can do it. I mean I'm still gonna win, but.. oh fuck holy shit." The 'Dom' had rolled the wheel with it's sharp points over his balls while pinching his nipple with the other hand. He listened to the man chuckle as he moved over to Kyla. Dante hadn't liked the way they'd been taking things too lightly to start. He chuckled as the boy writhed under the onslaught of pins on his scrotum. He knew how that felt. Like all of your nerves were lit on fire. He dropped the wheel and picked up a feather tickler riding crop combo. He turned the girl over and began by just lightly dragging the feathers over the back of her vulva lips that were exposed outside of the chastity belt before quickly twirling it and laying a series of stinging slaps there instead.
“Yeah, it’s not too bad,” Kyla agreed, watching Dante’s every move. The feather-crop combo making an appearance made her bite her lip. She breathed through the feather sensation, expecting it to last longer, hissing when the crop came down instead. She whined audibly, but otherwise didn’t give anyone any satisfaction. She had a feeling this would quickly become more fun for the slave than it was for her. But this was a skill she should probably work on, anyway- as it seemed holding in orgasms was something a lot of doms seemed to like.
Dante observed the both of them. He was aware that beyond a simple chastity scene this was some kind of little competition between the two of them and his money was on the girl winning. She was strong. The boy was too sensitive, too open, but then again the fact that he'd ended up a slave didn't speak well to his ability to read submissives. He spent some more time on the girl alternating between the soft tickling feathers and the bee sting slaps of the flat leather of the crop. He finally moved closer so that he could tease that little bit of her folds showing with his finger. "I could probably get my finger in there huh? Probably give you that friction your wanting." He acted as if he was going to do just that before moving completely away and to the boy. Judging by the way he'd responded to wheel on his scrotum, he was at least a little turned on by pain. He picked up the violet wand and wasted no time torturing the boy's balls and abdomen with the device. Soon he was moaning and arching off the bench. "You want to cum boy? Just say the word and I'll jack you off and you'll be free. You know you can't resist."
"No Sir. No, I'm fine. Show me how I can please you." He was slipping into subspace fairly quickly. "Can I suck you off Sir?" Please.”
Dante chuckled. "I don't think so little mouse." He held the wand against the cage and then moved back to the girl. "Sounds like he's enjoying this hmm? How about you princess? You like this?" He held the wand against her ass cheeks, first one and then the other. "You like letting me use your body for all of my fun. This is so much fun."
Kyla was getting twitchy already, but she told herself twitching was okay. She thought about other things as much as she could- like how the feather was like a little butterfly and the crop was like a bee. She narrowed her eyes at him when he teased her with his fingers, unsure whether it would hurt or help. It wasn’t until the man stepped away from her that she realized she’d been breathing narrowly, now taking a deep breath. Her ears almost perked up like a cartoon when she heard Charlie’s reply. “Oh what the-,” She was certainly not in any special kind of mental state. Dante returned to her, and she balled her hand into a fist and uncurled it a few times. “Can’t complain. Glad you’re having fun.”
Dante realized that the longer he spent on the girl the better. It would torture the boy just as much to ignore him. He'd be begging in no time at all. "Oh, I certainly am. I have to thank you for renting me for this." He turned her over and pulled out the stirrups from the side of the bench and put her feet in them, exposing her completely to him. He used the wand from her toes all the way up her body looking for her most erogenous zones. As soon as he found one he would stay there letting the electrical stimulation do its work. From time to time he would let a hand slide down his own body to stroke his proud erection, while looking directly into her eyes.
Kyla tried not to whine as her legs were moved out of the way. The wand hit her foot and her body jerked slightly. She got squirmy when it got near the chastity, and remained squirmy until it was away from her abs. She squirmed again when it hit her nipples, and then again when it got to her neck. Seeing him cater to his erection didn’t help, so she looked the other way. “Okay, damn, there’s two subs in the room, ya know.”
Dante chuckled, returning to her nipples. "Look this way princess. I might be a slave, but for this scene I'm a Dom and you will obey me. Don't look away and don't get too sassy either." He applied the wand to her nipples her around the edges of the chastity and then directly on the chastity for long moments before moving away. "How about you mouse? Do want to look away when I touch myself?" He got close to the boy's face, but not nearly close enough. He set the wand down and brought the boy's hand to his erection. "Stroke it nice and easy. Don't stop no matter what I do."
Charlie whimpered at how close the man was without him being able to touch. He thought that being able to touch him would relieve his want for more, but the slowness was just a tease. He was barely grasping the thick length. The man pinched his nipples and he arched off the bench, gasping and moaning. His body was so responsive.
"Bet your cock is trying to get hard huh? But no matter how hard you try you ain't getting any satisfaction." He didn't say anything, not even as Dante reached down and gathered some pre-cum that had dribbled out from the cage and down his ass. He brought it up to Charlie's lips. "Suck." And just as quickly as he had the man in his hand and in his mouth he was gone, turned back to Kyla. "Are you getting wet too little girl? How about we check?" He moved between her legs and swiftly swiped his finger in under the chastity. Not enough to give her more than a brief tingle but enough to gather the wetness there. He brought his finger to her lips, but at the last moment moved and put the finger in his own mouth. "Mmmm, tastes good. Bet it would be awful nice to get a whole mouthful of that sweetness. But not today. Not unless you beg me real good. Of course if you do that you'll lose the bet. Which matters more winning or an orgasm?"
Kyla thought to challenge Dante’s authority, but that wasn’t what the scene was about. Plus he was easily tormenting her as it was, and she figured it would get worse if she made him mad. She turned her head back to face him, her only sign of defiance being the glare she shot to his eyes, knowing her own eyes were probably more green than usual due to her emotions. She watched the man play with Charlie for a minute before looking up at the ceiling to try and center herself. It held up at least enough that she didn’t fully hear what the man had said, and didn’t twitch when he touched her. For the time being, she was determined not to beg this guy for anything. Not because he was a slave, but because he was annoying her. “Winning and orgasms are usually synonymous,” she mumbled. “But I’m competition-starved, so I’ll go with winning.”
Dante ignored the defiant look the girl shot him and looked over at Charlie whimpering on the bench and smirked. "Well it looks like you're winning. Though I can't tell if he wants to released or if he just wants to keep touching me." He stood between her legs and started kissing, sucking, and licking the soft, pale skin of her thighs. Maybe a little killing with kindness would bring her closer to wanting that belt off. He was enjoying himself thoroughly and found himself hoping she would break so that he could taste her sweet core and listen to that sassy mouth moaning.
Kyla didn’t chance looking at Charlie- she thought it would psych her out. But what psyched her out was a hot tongue and warm lips on her skin. When her back arched, she knew she didn’t have a whole lot of time left. She could try getting into Charlie’s head, but she’d always found that tactic too underhanded. She stayed quiet for a while, but once a small sound escaped her, a moan followed.
Dante smiled as he placed one last kiss right to the little bit of luscious folds that peaked out. As much as he had picked a favorite at this point he wouldn't want to be unfair. He returned to the boy and gave him the same treatment, pulling equally delicious moans and cute little kitten sounds that he thought would be fun to play around with. Charlie was amazed at how pulled together Kyla was. None of this seemed to be affecting her. She'd even sassed the man back. When she did moan, Dante predictably abandoned her to play with Charlie. It was like he was edging them without even touching them. He hadn't expected the kisses on his thighs though. He melted into each and every touch, making sounds he probably should have been ashamed of. "Ahh, thank you Sir. Thank you. Wh... ahhhh.. ohh fuck.. Sir!!" Once Dante felt Charlie's legs shaking he moved back to Kyla. "You might be beat. I think he likes this. Though he's softer than you by a country mile so..." He took her hand and put it on his cock. "How do you think it would feel inside of you princess? Pretty good hm?"
Kyla groaned as Dante walked away from her at a frustrating moment in time. She knew she didn’t like chastity, but she really didn’t remember it being this annoying. The fact she wasn’t pinned down by anything was actually not helping her, as it left her free to squirm and jerk around. Charlie’s words grabbed her attention and she looked over before she could think about it. He was enjoying this. She was pretty submissive herself, but there wasn’t anyone here she cared to impress very much. “I’m definitely beat,” she confessed, though still annoyed. “But not yet.” The nickname ‘princess’ had always been fun for her, so she dropped a curse when he said it in the context. “I imagine it feels good. Not sure you’ll get to find out though. I signed up for a contest, and while I’ll lose it, that doesn’t mean you’ll get to win.” She might have seemed tough, but she knew she only had the courage to even speak right then because she was frustrated. “Having a good time, Charlie?”
Dante had to admit that he was impressed. In another life this girl would have been exactly what he'd have wanted in a partner. God, in another life he would be a free Dominant and someone like this girl, sassy, strong, and sexy would be his submissive. "Fair enough. Maybe another day we can both win. I can be rented for all kinds of things." He let her continue to hold his cock, shift his hips to get some small satisfaction.
Charlie was floating in subspace at this point. He nodded. "Yeah... yeah s'real nice ain't it Kyla? I hope you win. Can Sir touch me again please?"
Kyla looked down as he moved around, grinning silently when she realized what he was doing. “Oh another day, maybe.” It gave her some semblance of satisfaction to know that he wasn’t completely satisfied himself at that moment. She had no idea how Charlie was doing this- the guy sounded delirious enough to be high. She flicked her eyes at Dante, seeing if he’d walk away. “There’s no way in hell I’m winning this, but thank you.” If she wasn’t a competitive person, she’d go ahead and tap out. But there she was, a very rare moment of stubborness taking over. She wasn’t going to succomb to defeat until she was actually defeated. “Sir can totally touch you again, don’t you worry.”
Dante couldn't help the thrill Charlie's 'Sir' sounded. There was no play acting in it. He was too far gone for that. He moved over and decided that it was time for him to enjoy himself as much as possible. He moved over to Charlie's head and presented himself to him. "Suck boy."
Charlie let out a slow relieved whimper and took the member into his mouth, sucking and licking in all the ways he hoped would give the Dom pleasure. He moaned happily around the cock in his mouth, forgetting entirely his own. It was actually a relief not to have to worry about coming or not. It was off the table so all he had to do was focus on pleasing the other man. And Kyla if she wanted too.
Kyla took time to breathe, and tried to regulate herself again. But her heat was irritated by now- it needed some attention. But whether or not to give in was her challenge. She usually liked to please, but she found that she was okay with this push and pull with Dante. “That mouth though,” she chuckled to Charlie. “Where do I sign up?”
Dante looked over. He was close enough that he could cup one of her breasts and toy with her nipple while thrusting lightly into Charlie's willing mouth. "It's pretty good. Bet I could order him between your legs princess. But I could probably order him to take off that cage right now too. You could win. Right here and now." He pulled himself away from Charlie, who whimpered at the loss, and turned toward Kyla. "Or we could keep this fun going for a good long time." He presented her with his glistening cock, wet with Charlie's saliva, but he didn't order her as he had the boy. She was too sassy for throw away orders.
“You could order him to do a lot of things right now,” she said, trying not to enjoy being touched but failing at it as she moaned. “Winning by cheating isn’t as fun.” Her eyes were shut tight, and her toes were curled up. “You’ve gone and irritated me,” she shrugged. “You should finish the deal.”
He was impressed. "Good girl. I'm glad you're not a cheater." He stroked himself as he walked around to stand between her legs. He reached out to his tray of toys and found a pair of nipple clips. He wasn't trying to be cruel so he was careful as he clamped them one at a time on the stiff peaks, and only flicking them teasingly. Once he was pleased with the effect he found a small vibrator and placed it on the metal piece covering her little bud and hidden core, letting the vibrations do their job while he used his free hand to stroke his cock. "Keep your eyes on us boy. Don't look away even once. I want you to reach out and see if you can touch Kyla's breast. Just hold it like a good boy. Her skin is very soft. Caress it."
Charlie had no problem touching Kyla. He smiled dopely at her. "You're really good at this Kyla." What this was and what defined good was really beside the point for him now.
The praise did its thing for Kyla, which was weird because this wasn’t someone she was trying to impress. Her whole body was buzzing with unfulfilled energy, so when the clamps and the vibe came out, she sighed of relief. “There ya go,” she said with faux encouragement, knowing the dom-leaning slave didn’t need it. Once everything was in place, it was waves of grunts as Kyla fought to keep her mouth closed until she physically couldn’t anymore. The moans started and didn’t stop until after she’d cum, and calmed down from it, breathing deeply. “What kind of witch magic do you have, Charlie?”
"Yeah. Feels good huh little one. Just feeling all those little vibrations. Can you imagine how it would feel if I put this vibe right on that what I'm sure is an adorable little clit. But not with this belt on. Not gonna happen. Umm, I'm about ready to pop. Guess if that happens maybe you both lose." He reached up and squeezed the clamp on her nipple. "I'll try to hold out just like you."
Charlie wasn't quite sure he knew what she was talking about. He wasn't really even touching her much since she was just about out of reach completely. "Does it feel good? I feel so good right now." His body was wriggling and writhing in direct conflict to the rest of his demeanor. It was almost as if the torture of his body was feeding the contentment of his mind. (edited)
Kyla let herself loose, all but thrashing as she laid there until the spasming stopped for a moment. “Okay, now he can win.” She decided. “Get this thing off me before I kill someone.” She of course wouldn’t do anything but throw a stuffed animal across her room and then apologize to it, but Dante didn’t need to know that. And beyond that, she did not enjoy not cumming, so if sweet bliss was kept from her longer, it was possible that she could get a little murderous.
Dante was actually relieved when she gave in. He quickly unlocked and removed the chastity belt, moving the vibe right on to her clit. It was indeed very cute and wet. "You lost princess, but I still think you deserve a reward. Would you like my cock or my mouth?"
“Losing sucks,” she mumbled with a pout, having to actively remind herself that the misery was over now. She considered him for a moment, but went with what she felt was a safer option since she didn’t know him. “Mouth. If you can make magic with it quickly.”
"I definitely can." He knelt down and dove in with all of the pent up passion of the scene. She did taste sweet and he dove his tongue in and out while sucking lightly. Keeping the vibrator in place he knew it wouldn't be long now. He reached down and tugged at his cock hoping to find his release as she did.
Kyla found a rhythm and moved with Dante, the frustration releasing itself giving way to immediate relief. She stayed connected to his mouth until all the aftershocks had come and gone. “Im going to assume you were successful in getting yourself off,” she said to Dante, pulling herself up to a seated position and looking to Charlie. “You won, Char. You still alive over there?”
Dante fell over the edge the moment he felt a flood of sticky release in his mouth. He stayed where he was breathing into her folds and nodding his assent. The scene was over and he was a slave again. When she sat up and spoke to Charlie he realized his job as a Dom wasn't quite over yet, though. He wiped his mouth and quickly moved over to remove the cage. He helped Charlie to sit up and whispered in his ear. "Good job baby. You did so good. I'm sorry you didn't get to please me more. We'll make that happen as a reward later alright? You were very good and I'm proud of you." He moved back from his ear and hugged him lightly.
Charlie smiled at her, never having taken his eyes off of her just as he was ordered. "That was amazing Kyla. You and Sir did so good." His voice was a little ragged. The Dom helped him out of the cage and to sit up. "Thank you Sir. Thank you." "Okay you two. The guard is probably going to come get me soon. I want you to give each other a lot of after care. Lots of water for Kyla and quiet for Charlie. And hugs for you both. Sound good?"
Kyla was prepared to pull Charlie together- she’d already decided that she wouldn’t leave him there in his condition. If he wanted to continue in a scene right now with Dante, she’d stay with them and watch- it didn’t seem right to leave Charlie when he wasn’t quite in his right mind. She was delightfully surprised to see Dante continue his job as a dom, taking care of Charlie himself. She didn’t want to stick around long enough to see how he’d be treated by the guards, so she tracked down the clothes she’d thrown off and put them on. “Got it, Sir,” she replied with a flushed smile, taking Charlie’s hand and looking to him. “Lets go, sorcerer.” (edited)
Dante nodded and smiled sadly. "In another life," he said to her cryptically. In another life she would be perfect for him. But in this lifetime he was just a slave. He decided he'd keep watch over and make sure she didn't end up where he was.
@dancer-subclarington
1 note
·
View note
Text
Paul Lahote Part One
trigger warnings: ??? Nothing yet but not promises that will keep in later parts
words: 1543
It’s in those moments of deep desperation that you find hope. Or it seems to find you. When I left home to live with my uncle, miles away from my home, desperation was the only thing on my mind. Desperately running away, I didn’t want to face that part of my life that I already felt as though I was behind. I wanted to start fresh. I still do, so why does the reason I came here matter? My uncle, Charlie, agreed that he wouldn’t tell a soul about the events that lead me to his home, not even his own daughter. Who never really dropped the subject of course, but knew it wasn’t any of her business. I wasn’t naive enough to actually believe that I wouldn’t have to face problems here, but I think that’s what drew me here. Different problems, and that’s what I got.
When I first moved here my cousin, Bella, had a boyfriend who she spent most of her time with. She still introduced me to everyone and showed me around, but when he moved things shifted. Bella completely shut down, she was always quiet and reserved, but this was different. She was numb. It took her a really long time to talk to anyone, and when she did, it was only me, Charlie, and her friend Jacob. They were always working on these two motorcycles together, sometimes I would join them. Jacob was nice, clearly had a massive crush on Bella even though she always denied it.
One day when I tagged along I met Quil and Embry, they also seemed nice but I didn’t talk to them much. I didn’t talk to anyone that lived on the reservation actually, not until I had to stop Bella from doing something stupid. Feels like I’ve been doing that a lot lately.
She was pissed. I’ve never seen her this angry before. I was a little scared to get in the car with her, but the fear of what she was going to do with this anger overpowered me. I stayed in the car when she stormed into Jacob’s house, but practically leaped out as I saw her approaching “Sam’s cult”. I was too far behind her and couldn’t reach her until she had already slapped one of the boys. “ALRIGHT” I yelled at Bella, getting in between them and seeing the boy start to shake in anger. “What you’re NOT gonna do is pick a fight with Mr. Mc steroids over here.” I continued while looking the boy up and down. We made eye contact. I didn’t want to but I froze and felt something turn in my gut while he immediately stopped shaking. I quickly shook it off and turned back to my crazy cousin. “Lets leave. Get in the fucking car John Cena”, pointing to her truck. I heard a bit of laughter as we walked away, but didn’t turn around. I didn’t even dare look in the rear view mirror as I drove off.
After Bella calmed down she admitted that slapping a 7 foot Greek sculpture wasn’t the smartest move. “They did something to him, I know it. Jacob’s too scared to tell me what’s going on but I’m gonna figure it out.” Bella said with gritted teeth. “Listen, you know Jacob better than I do so it’s your call, but maybe consider the idea that it’s none of your business? You and him have been friends since preschool. I feel like if it was necessary for you to know, he would have told you”. By the time I finished my speech Bella had already shut down. Just like she was before. Broke my heart seeing her like this. Maybe I should talk to Jacob or the “cult”, just be civil about it.
So that’s what I did. The next day I drove to Jacob’s house, but Billy said he wasn’t home and to try Sam’s place. Well, he said Jacob wasn’t home and I begged him to tell me where he might be. For some reason he caved and told me where to find him and not Bella. I tried not to think about it too much or let my anxiety get the best of me while driving.
When I knocked on the door, I didn’t expect a small, sweet woman with a huge scar across her face to answer the door. “Hi, can I help you?”
“Yes, I was looking for Jacob?”
“Are you Bella?”
“No, I’m Y/N, Bella’s cousin.”
“Oh. OH!” She seemed really surprised to find out this information. “Jacob it out with Paul right now. Working. They will be back soon though if you would like to come in, the rest of the crowd is here. I’m Emily, Sam’s fiance.”
“Oh I can come back another time, I don’t want to intrude.”
“Don’t be silly, we are all friendly and we are dying to get to know you.”
What does that mean? I walked in and saw everyone I saw yesterday but Jacob and the boy Bella slapped. Paul. “Hey Embry, how have you been?” I asked, seeming he was the only person I recognized. “Good, You?”
“I’m ok, just worried about Bella. Wanted to give Jacob a bit of grief for leaving her high and dry. She’s taking it a bit hard, but I also wanted to apologize for how she acted yesterday. Slapping who I assume is Paul wasn’t cool at all. I’m sure she feels really awful about it.”
“It’s not Jacob’s fault for leaving Bella. You don’t have to apologize for Bella, I think we have all wanted to slap Paul at some point in time.” Sam said.
“Got it, but is there anything I can do to get Jacob to talk to Bella again?”
“Jump in line, we all want him to talk about it so we don’t have to hear him monologuing all the time about it.” Embry said, before the third and last boy elbowed him really hard.
“So none of this is your doing?” I asked all the boys.
“Not exactly, no.” Said Sam.
“Ok. That’s some clarity at least.” I said with a smile.
“Why don’t you sit down, muffin, before the beasts attack them?” Emily offered a bowl full of muffins the size of Ohio to me.
“Thank you, that’s really sweet of you.” I said while taking a muffin and sitting next to Embry. Emily was right that the boys would attack the food, holy shit. “So why don’t you tell us about yourself?” Emily said, seeming excited and sitting across from me. “What do you want to know? I’m pretty much an open book.”
“What brings you to Forks?” The ONE question I hate.
“Running away from my problems, if i’m being honest. I’ve always loved the rain, needed a change, and my uncle, Charlie, offered me a room. So I took it.”
“I like that, where are you from?”
“Austin.”
“Texas?” said the only boy who I didn’t know.
“No, actually it’s a small secret base on Mars. I’m an alien.” This made everyone laugh, especially the strange boy. “Sorry, I never caught your name?”
“Jared, you always that sarcastic?”
“Yes, humor is my only likable personality trait.”
“I hear that” said Jared while raising his muffin. “What do you like to do for fun?”
“I write, read, and love watching movies and TV shows. I'm a big music lover but I think that’s just a side effect of being born and raised in Austin. Since moving here I’ve really taken up hiking though, it’s so beautiful here. Not just flat desert like in Texas.”
“The only TV show I watch is New Girl, nobody here seems to watch it.” Said Jared and before I even thought it through my favorite Schmit quote fell out of my mouth.
“You would have been my nightmare. We were on very strict instructions from Rabbi Schmolli not to say anything until the very last christian kid found out about Santa Claus. Ruining Christmas? Very bad for our brand.”
Everyone seemed to like me after that and conversation flowed freely. I really liked spending time with everyone and lost track of time until I saw that the sun was going down. “Oh shit, I gotta get going, I’m not used to driving on ice yet and don’t want to drive on these roads when it's dark. Thank you so much for being so nice to me Emily, it was really nice talking to everyone.”
“Oh but Paul isn’t back yet” Emily said quickly. “And Jacob.”
“I can give Jacob shit anytime and I’m sure Paul isn’t my biggest fan after what Bella did so I think it’s a good idea to head out now. Thanks again though.” I said and started making my way to the door.
“Of course! No problem, please come by again. I liked talking to you too and I’d love you to properly meet Paul.”
We walked out just as Jacob and Paul emerged from the trees, but as soon as Paul made eye contact with me, that same flip happened in my gut again before he took off running back into the woods. Guess that answers my question on if he’s mad at me.
#twilight#new moon#paul lahote#quil ateara#sam uley#emily uley#embry call#jared#jacob black#paul lahote smut#paul lahote imagine
164 notes
·
View notes
Text
I Wanna Be Your Slave
A/N: Here’s the next requested fic from my Dirty Little Secret – Super Kinky List! In which you and Jax are locked in a cellar and he ties you to a whipping post and whips your ass lol. Master/slave roleplay but in this fic (unlike some of my other Kinkfest fics...) Jax is actually a good guy not an absolute asshole. Title is inspired by the Måneskin song at the below link! **Please note the warnings: This fic is all about the kinks, please do not read if this is not your thing!!**
Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader
Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, rough sex, light choking, degradation, dom!Jax, bondage, master/slave kink, spanking, whipping
Request: This Dirty Little Secret request (anon)
Word Count: ~3.8k
Note: As explained in this post, this ‘Dirty Little Secret’ series consists of fics that I had originally written for another character/celebrity, which I’m repurposing for characters of Charlie! So if the characterization ever seems a little off please don’t judge me too harshly 🙂
ALSO note that this fic is just straight up shitty – I wrote most of it years ago without giving a fuck and am not bothering with improving the quality, I sort of used to rhyme back then but not consistently so it’s a shitshow really, I’m just shoving Jax into the setup for this fic with zero context literally, and I realize that the kinks in this fic are totally not mainstream and super filthy, so for once it’s really refreshing that I’m not gonna be sitting around hoping that people will shower my writing with praises or that this fic will explode in popularity 🙃
**Please note warnings above**
Triggering content after ‘Keep reading’ cut…
***************
You're trapped in a cellar.
With Jax Fucking Teller.
There's a whole fucking story behind how the two of you got here—some shit involving stolen guns, some rival gang that hates the Sons, your father being all politically significant and powerful enough that you're now being held as ransom—and honestly you should be crippled with fear. But this tall blonde bastard is so fucking handsome. You've been crushing on him for years. And nothing else matters right now when you're so fucking horny for him that you're damn near to tears.
He looks and smells goddamn divine. You know that's not the kind of thought that should be running through your mind. Not here, stricken with fear for your safety. It's crazy. But losing yourself in desire for Jax just feels... fucking unreal. So damn good. Better than it should. It's comforting, or something. Dangerously comforting. In his presence, you don't even care if it doesn't make sense.
Ever since you got stuck in this mess, you've been clinging to him in the darkness. Clutching his flannel-clad arms in a tight grasp which quickly turns into a desperate caress. Through the cloth you can feel the incredible bulge of his biceps and God it's just...
"It's okay, darlin'," he says. Shifts to give you the comfort you crave as you bury your face in his broad sculpted chest. Presence warming and calming. Even after what's happened this morning, you somehow feel safe in the arms of the crown prince of Charming. It's totally fucked to be honest. "Hey, I'll get us out of this. Promise."
The silent answer in your head is beyond shameless. But here with your cheek pressed against his firm pecs... shuddering in bliss as you breathe in his mouthwatering manly essence... flooding between your legs, 'cause he is pure fucking sex... you could honestly just live and die in this man's godlike presence. You bite your tongue to fight the shit you really want to say, keeping it back. Please don't, Jax... don't get us out of this—I want to stay...
Neither of you has any clue yet that you're bound to serve Jax Teller in this cellar as his filthy little slave today.
With one hand still gripping his strong upper arm you reach up with the other, wrapping it over his leather-bound shoulder, clasping at the back of his neck and clinging to his strong sturdy body like ivy to brick. You can feel a faint layer of sweat on his neck that you're instantly dying to lick.
Your senses are reeling. Here, with him as you give voice to a wild irrational fear, you can't deny that dread isn't the only thing you're feeling. You'll take life-threatening danger if it comes with the reward of you and Jax fucking. "... are they gonna sell us as sex slaves or something?"
The hottest sound you've ever heard bursts softly from his throat. It's low and quiet, caught between a breathy laugh and breathless groan. You bite down on your lip then to stifle your own slutty moan. His bright blue eyes meet yours and you can feel the heat burning beneath, and from the way his tongue traces along the edges of his teeth, you can tell the answer to your question is no.
That's not the answer you want, though. It's precious that Jax doesn't already know. Some part of him probably does but hell if it won't take a little more for him to let it show.
You're gonna give him more than just a little more.
With a bat of your lashes, your flirtiest dirtiest smile flashes; you drop to your knees before him like a whore.
"Oh f—" he mutter, too shocked to even utter the full curse, sapphire eyes wide in wonder, "what are..."
"Practice," you purr as you lick your lips, eager hands framing his hips. "If I'm gonna be a sex slave then I think I should practice performing... service..."
Jax sucks in a sharp hiss as you bury your face in the crotch of his jeans, massaging his dick through the denim with your doting mouth till he's harder than he's ever been.
"Practice makes... perfect, doesn't it?" you say as you savor the smell and the feel of his meat. Good enough to eat. "Though you already are, Jax. Every inch of you is perfect. That's a hard fucking fact."
Jax throws his head back, huge cock throbbing with a luscious twitch. "Son of a bitch..."
"Mmm, make me your bitch, Jax. Please. I wanna be your slave. Serve you in every way. It's what the slut inside me needs... and craves..." you shamelessly confess as your hands set to work on his fly to unleash the glory of Jax Teller. "Nothing else even matters today. We're here now all alone together, in this shady little cellar..."
When his cock springs free you could swear that this piece of meat is your entire life's purpose. All set to be worshiped and serviced, because his delicious existence demands and deserves it. He's so. Fucking. Perfect.
You gaze up at his gorgeous face as you melt in his presence, and finish your sentence. "... so let's make it fucking worth it."
***************
The first order you take from Jax Teller, as he finally falls into his role as your master right here in this cellar... is to get your filthy hands off of his dick. You are not to touch it till you've fucking earned it. Like a dog, like the bitch that you are, he tells you to just sit.
To stay down on your knees and to not move an inch, not even turn your head as he strides toward the far wall behind you, brutally keeping his beautiful self beyond your field of vision for a minute.
You bite your lip, listening to the footsteps and movements that he won't let you witness. Rustling noises. You hope that he's stripping off his stupid clothes. That when you see him next, he'll be towering over you gorgeously naked.
And God yes, he is, when he returns at last to stand before his bitch. You groan in sheer bliss as your awestruck eyes try to take in every last flawless inch of his smooth, glowing skin. There is just... too much perfection. You couldn't even process the divine glory of Jax in a whole damn lifetime, let alone one split second.
Hypnotized though you are by him, your gaze then shifts to notice what he's holding, and... holy shit. Apparently he hadn't gone to the far wall just to undress.
He had taken stock of the supplies and other items stored down in this shady cellar and he has returned bearing gifts: a coil of rope, long and thick, and a wicked-looking leather whip.
"Like what you see, huh?" he taunts, no doubt referring to both his new toys and his nude body, especially his dick. "Kinky little bitch. Now get up and strip."
"Yes, Master," you blurt out, rising to your feet, hastening to obey his order.
"Bad slave. You are not to speak until I say you can," Jax commands, taking a deliberate step toward you. With both rope and whip clutched in one fist, he reaches to cup your chin with his other hand. "Do you fucking understand?"
Fighting your burning urge to scream yes sir, somehow you keep your lips sealed and just nod your head.
Jax's blazing blue gaze devours your face as his fingers descend to frame your jawbone, then to close around your throat. "That's a good slut. Keep that dirty mouth shut. Or else you're gonna suffer some serious punishment."
Fuck—hearing him talk like this, while he strangles your neck in his dominant fist, is too much. You've become a trembling mess beneath his touch.
"Mmm, look at you shaking. Desperate piece of shit. I'm starting to think that maybe punishment…" he whispers in your ear as he tightens his grip around your neck, "...is what you fucking want."
Oh God, your inner voice grunts, struggling not to say it aloud. In the most painfully perfect way, the fact that he's choking you now actually makes it easier to stay silent.
His husky growl and twisted words are sending waves of pleasure through your body, hitting all the spots you never knew you had and soaking up your cunt.
"Yeah, you're begging for it. Already ignoring your master's orders. Disobedient bitch," he scoffs, shoving you up against a nearby wall, his every movement rough and quick. "Didn't I tell you to strip?"
Before you can even manage to nod at him, still just staring, Jax's hand drops from your neck down to the fabric of the fancy buttoned cardigan you're wearing. Your daddy is rich, so you typically dress like a spoiled little bitch.
"Need me to show you how to do it? You that fucking stupid?" he sneers, suddenly yanking it off you with just a few effortless jerks of his wrist. "Now take off the rest. And then go stand against that beam. Hands on the wood, head down, with your ass facing me."
Jax steps away, sharp blue glare dark and daunting as he watches his slave scurry to obey. In a matter of seconds, your clothes and shoes have been flung off, and you practically throw yourself against the wooden beam, grabbing the jagged surface desperately, wincing as the splinters graze your fingers. Even that sharp little sting feels good, because this is what Jax wanted.
You keep your head bent low, bowed submissively per your master's orders, breathing shallow as you feel his presence coming toward you from behind, steady and slow. A gasp slips past your throat when you feel his calloused hands upon your wrists, binding your hands to the beam with the thick, heavy rope. The knots securing you in place are strong and tight, expertly tied. This must not be his first time doing this, you realize, beyond turned on by his well-practiced dominance. By just what a masterful master he is.
"Mmm. You look so fucking pretty like this," he rasps, leaning over your body with his massive cock grinding into your ass, sliding against the crack so that you can feel the tip of it, swollen and wet, hovering over the small of your back. One of his hands tugs at your hair, arching your neck backward a bit as his lips attack the soft skin of your throat in a harsh, biting kiss. "Beautiful baby girl, all bound up naked and aching to be punished. You gonna take it? Good and hard, just like the slave you know you are? Gonna be a good little bitch?"
His hot mouth teases at the corner of your lips, knowing how badly you want to kiss him, to taste him, fucking torturing you with it. Though his firm grip on your hair is anchoring your head right where he pleases, you're sure that he can feel the way you struggle now to bob it up and down, to give him your wholehearted yes.
"Yeah, that's it. Ever done this before, you dirty whore? This sweet ass ever taken a beating?"
You're not quite sure how to answer that—certain guys from your past have given your ass a few smacks, here and there, when you asked... but you don't know if that kind of thing really counts as a beating. The dynamic with them was never nearly as brutal and degrading. And they had only ever used their hands; no toys or torture instruments.
"Can't even answer the question? Dumb little bitch," Jax snickers as his face moves away from your neck, standing to his full height behind you, then stepping back so that his dick is no longer brushing against your crack, leaving you feeling emptier than ever at his absence. "Not that it matters. 'Cause I'm sure you ain't ever been beaten like this."
Ohhh shit, you think, inhaling through your teeth with a loud hiss as you feel the first soft touch of leather on your skin, his wicked fucking whip. For now he is just devilishly teasing you with it, tracing lines down your back with the tip.
"This what you want, slut? Gonna need to hear you beg for it," he orders, his other hand still tangled in your hair, pulling your skull more sharply back. "Go on. Open that filthy fucking mouth and tell me what you want."
"Thank you, Master," you whimper, letting all your shameless words fall out. "I want you. God, I want you to beat me. Hurt me. Please. I want pain, if it will bring you pleasure, sir. I want my punishment."
"Mmmmn," Jax growls, clearly incredibly aroused, and you could seriously cum just from that sound. "Bet you do, bitch. Let's see just how bad you want it, huh? See how wet you've gotten. Needy little cunt."
You've already been dripping now, for more minutes than you can count. The next sound you hear is a soft thud, which you're guessing is the whip having been cast down to the ground. Jax needs his right hand free to start going to town on your pussy.
The words that have just come out of his mouth, coupled with the feeling of his fingers making contact with your slick mound, sliding over your clit, slipping into your slit and stirring you up, swirling your wet heat around, then plunging three digits in knuckles deep, pushing in and back out slowly first before he starts to fucking pound... this just brings all the walls inside you crashing down. Floodgates in you burst open on the instant as your arousal uncontrollably gushes out. It's killing you to stay silent through all of this, but you don't dare disobey his orders, don't dare make a sound.
"Holy fuuuck," Jax grunts as he pulls his hand off of your cunt. "So wet. Tight pussy squirting all over your master. Such a dirty fucking slut."
He reaches over you to shove his sloppy, sticky fingers in your mouth, your cheek pressing against the wooden beam, as you obediently suck them clean. You're not usually one to enjoy your own flavor that much, but fuck, it tastes better than ever now that you are being fed by him, the sex god of your dreams.
Then as soon as his fingers pull out, he leans in and angles your head toward him so that he can kiss your mouth, and holy—wow.
You know right away that you could never get enough of the feel of his full, luscious lips against yours, the taste of his talented tongue as it fucking invades and explores. He hums and groans into the kiss, sending resonant vibrations of his dominance down your throat and all over your mouth, and damn, you kind of really want to die right now.
But you don't. Of course, not yet. More than anything you're still desperate for your punishment.
"Fucking perfect little slave," Jax snarls as he pulls away, and you can hear him squatting down behind you to pick up his whip.
Before he does, while he's down there on his haunches, he takes the chance to manhandle your ass cheeks, groping firmly and then biting down on one of them, pausing to admire the mark that he made on your flesh with his ravenous teeth, then giving that spot a wet, open-mouthed kiss, and finally a sharp, stinging slap. Your knees buckle from how much you fucking liked that.
"Slut," he chuckles as he gives that cheek a few more smacks, each harder than the last. He makes sure to give the same sweet kinky treatment to the other cheek, biting and kissing then spanking both halves with his big, sturdy hands before he finally picks up his whip, one palm still groping your ass as he stands.
"Ready to feel this whip lashing your pretty little ass?" Jax dominantly asks. "Tell me, slave. How many do you want."
You're so blissed out right now that you barely have control over your lolling tongue. "Uh... uh—a lot."
"That's not a number, slut. Give me a number you can fucking count."
"Ughhhh..." you groan out as he trails the strip of leather wickedly against your ass, "...umm, a hundred?"
A soft laugh escapes his throat. "That's cute. You must be new to this, darlin'. I'm not about to beat you dead."
Some part of you right now kind of likes the sound of that. Which is maybe... sort of... bad? Jax is still talking, so for better or for worse, you don't have time to dwell on that.
"I can do a hundred. But only if each one is... weak... and soft..." he tells you, bending over your body to press his lips against your face again, kissing your cheek, tender and sweet. "Is that what you want? Or does this filthy bitch want it hard?"
His mouth has descended to bite down on your neck as he says it, causing you to cry out in bliss. "Fuck yes, please—hard!"
Jax huffs out another sexy little laugh. "That's what I fucking thought. I'm gonna give you ten to start," he offers, leaving wet kisses on the smooth skin that he'd bitten. "Ten nice and hard. That sound good, baby girl? And you just tell me if you want more. Or... if it's too much, if you ever want me to lighten up, or stop—"
"I won't," you blurt out. "God, Jax, I want... I need you to just fucking beat my ass off."
"Mmmn. Babe, you are fucking amazing, you know that?" he growls, fondly nuzzling your neck for a second before he pulls back, standing behind you, with his rock hard cock once again hovering over your crack. "But Jax ain't my name right now. Is it. What do you call me, slut."
You cringe at your own unforgivable error. "Master. I'm so sorry, sir."
"Yeah, you better be, bitch," he snarls, as the whip that has been gliding delicately over your body suddenly lifts away from your skin. "Fucking take it."
Holy—fucking—shit. The sharp, searing pain that you feel in that instant is so goddamn perfect. Electric, explosive, exquisite. Everything Jax is. Your life as you know it is finished; you live only to serve and to worship this god of a man who deals out such sweet punishment. You love it. You love him.
The rugged velvet sound of his voice in this moment just deepens your love for him, heightens your pleasure. "Count 'em for me, whore," he orders ruthlessly. "Want more?"
"One... Thank you, sir," you sigh, hazy from the incredible high. "Please, Master. More."
For a hell of a long time, Jax gives you everything you beg him for. And every second of the pleasurable pain is so damn dirty, so damn pure, completely perfect. But you both know that, given what a desperate slut and dedicated slave you are, you will literally never want him to stop. So Jax is the one who hits pause, when he decides he should.
You never wanted it to end, but this is what your master wants—so as much as it saddens you, still you just give in, and still it feels good.
"Damn, baby," he breathes, dropping the whip, gently kneading your ass as he leans down to leave a trail of kisses up your spine with his soft, sinful lips. "Guess I should've known better than to ask you for a number. Such a good little slave. But we're gonna stop here, okay?"
"Yes, Master," you whisper.
"You know why we're gonna stop?" he teases as his mouth reaches the back of your neck. "It's not just because I'm done with beating you. Nah, the real reason is that... there's something even better I've been dying to do."
Part of you already knows what it is. And all of you wants it. Needs it.
Jax tilts your head to claim your mouth in a kiss, as his huge dick aligns with your soaking wet slit. "Mmmn. That's it, bitch," he moans into your lips. "Gonna fucking fuck you."
Every damn thing about Jax Teller is literally magic. So, as his massive cock basically breaks your body in half, as his heavy balls slap up against your cunt with each ferocious thrust so hard and fast, as his dominant hands grope and grab all over your just beaten ass... every inch of you feels so damn blessed upon contact.
You can't imagine any better way to recover from your punishment. Not that you ever really want to recover from it—mostly you just want more and more of it—but no matter what you want, healing is what you need.
And Jax heals just as well as he hurts. Even better, in fact.
Once he's done fucking your pussy rough and dirty, shooting his divine cum deep inside you just the way you beg him to, he unties your ropes and then spends the next hour or so kissing and caressing and cuddling with you, massaging your ravaged ass cheeks with his hands and mouth, taking you to heaven when that sweet mouth eats you out, and even when he lets you worship his cock the way you've been dying to do, even when he grabs your head and fucks your face before he explodes down your throat, even then it still feels like healing. You both really needed that feeling.
He lifts you up to kiss you, deep and slow, on the lips before you are even done swallowing his cum. You let yourself drown in that beautiful face, hoping that Jax knows how damn good he tastes. How perfect he is in every way. That he is a fucking god, that everyone on earth should kneel before him as his slave.
When the kiss finally ends, as you both try to catch your breath for a few seconds, the cold hard fact of your predicament sets in again.
"We should probably put some clothes on, babe," he says, coming down from the high of his sex-heated haze. "Then I've gotta work out a way to escape."
You can tell that Jax sincerely meant it, when he'd promised he would save you from this place, and you don't doubt it for a minute.
Still, there's no denying that you two are stuck in the middle of some serious deep shit. But after having experienced such punishment and pain and pleasure, such submission and service, such sex and love with Jax Teller, today down in this cellar—which you're pretty sure would not have happened under any other circumstances ever...
"Well," you sigh, breathing in his scent for what you hope won't have to be the final time before you die, "whatever happens next, Jax, this was..."
"Definitely," he cuts in to interrupt you with a few passionate kisses, then smiles down at you so devilishly it's delicious. So hellish it's heavenly. Finishes your sentence and it's just so fucking perfect. "Fucking worth it."
***************
… Sooo I know that was SUPER kinky shit, but I hope there are some filthy bitches who enjoyed it, and would love to hear if you did!! 😅❤️
– Main Masterlist
– Dirty Little Secret Masterlist
***************
Kinkfest Tag List – Join Here!*
*If you’re unable to use that link to join the tag list, just let me know and I’ll manually add you to it!
@itsme-autumn @rebelwrites @malethirsty @coffeequeenxx @turner-cris @innerpaperexpertcloud @est11 @magic-room @littlebennettwitchsblog @snow-white-74 @sunflower12335 @trishmarieofficial @got-to-love-a-badboy @thesimonkshow @noneofyourbusinessssblog @notquitecannon @travistheaussie @alexa-rae-dreamz @i-love-scott-mccall @band--psycho @helloheyhihowdyheya @beth-winchester21 @inlovewithcharliehunnam @amberembers @pedritomando @badboy86uk @scarletmeii @barbiewasacommunist @englishmuffinwritesbooks @addcrastinator3 @southrenlove @malikadnan77 @thesuicidalflower @gemini0410 @louisianalady @ravynfenyx @weasleytwins-41 @mariska0610 @zozebo @christycarnell6 @i-hav-no-life @labramusic01 @thatgirljayy @boredintheglade @guerra-e-paes @charliehunnamlove @rayslittlekitten @heyitskat101 @dilftony @velvetcardiganbucky @midnight-dreams-23 @celine-and-hafiz @romanreigns-supreme @synnersaint @writtingbyacrazyperson @norwegian-princess @itsmycorneroftheinternet @suicidepanda07 @abby-splace @gunmybear8o @luv-nd-serenity @ficsilovetoreadwithcats @missusnora @starstruckbluebirdtriumph @kesskirata @msmorganforever @jeeperky @spactucs-blog @sinnforsir @leilani-writes [hit the 50-tag limit – list to be continued in a reblog of this fic]
#jax teller#sons of anarchy#soa#charlie hunnam#jax teller smut#sons of anarchy smut#soa smut#charlie hunnam smut#jax teller imagine#sons of anarchy imagine#soa imagine#charlie hunnam imagine#jax teller fanfiction#sons of anarchy fanfiction#soa fanfiction#charlie hunnam fanfiction#maneskin#måneskin#i wanna be your slave#jax teller x reader#jax teller x you#charlie hunnam x reader#charlie hunnam x you#tw: degradation#tw: whipping#tw: master/slave#kinkfest#dirty little secret
244 notes
·
View notes
Text
It’s a match! Part. 2
Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem!Reader
Word count: 2k
Warnings: None, language but that’s it.
A/N: LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANNA BE TAGGED.
Edited by: @theamazingtomholland
MASTERLIST // PART 1 // PART 3
“What do you mean he sent you a good morning text?” Jo asked, almost choking on her toast.
“He asked for my number last night,” Y/N explained, her hands shaking while she tried to unlock her phone, “and when I woke up, I had a text from him saying good morning and wishing me a good day.”
“Damn the boy is a keeper,” her friend whistled and winked at her after she read the message.
“He told me he wanted to FaceTime.”
She sat on the stool next to where her best friend was sitting and rested her chin on her hand. The butterflies in her stomach felt more like hundreds of bees buzzing fiercely in there.
“And you?” Jo questioned with an intrigued look on her face, “do you wanna do it?”
“I think so,” Y/N answered, biting the inside of her cheek, “he’s really cute, and I had fun texting last night.”
“Well that’s a new one,” the ginger girl joked. All their friends knew how much Y/N hated texting, leaving messages on read for days, or taking absolutely forever to respond. She always felt weird texting, not knowing very well how to keep the conversation going over text.
“Tell him you have thirty minutes, and then you have to go do something else,” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and Jo rolled her eyes, “that way if you don’t feel comfortable you have an easy exit.”
“And what if I’m enjoying it?” Jo looked at her as if she was trying to explain how the water cycle worked to a kid, “Jo I’m being serious!”
“In that case, my love, you hang up and call him again after you tell me everything.”
“Who said I was gonna tell you anything, uh?” Y/N smirked and blew her a kiss after her friend gave her an offended look.
“Whatever, Y/N,” Jo flipped her off, “just tell him your professor was sick or something like that.”
“You’re a lifesaver, did I tell you that?” Y/N kissed her friend’s cheek and then jumped off, “I’m gonna go take a shower, see you later.”
“See you later, babe,” Jo said, “don’t forget to eat!”
“I won’t!” Y/N yelled, on her way to the bathroom they shared.
Y/N: Good morning! Hope you have a great day too
She smiled satisfied at her reply and hit the send button.
Y/N couldn’t remember the last time she felt so giddy about a guy, it was exciting, to say the least. Charlie seemed like an easygoing person and really easy to talk to. Sure she was nervous talking to him, but who wouldn’t? The guy was super cute and so nice to her, she already knew she’d be crushing hard.
Thirty minutes later, she was on her way to class with time to go to her favorite coffee shop and have a quick breakfast.
Charlie: Didn’t think you’d answer me so early hahaha
Y/N: I have a class in like 20 minutes, wouldn’t have woken up this early if i didn’t have class lol
Charlie: So you’re not a morning person
Y/N: Oh no, absolutely not!!
She smiled at the boy in the cashier and laughed softly when he asked her if she was ordering the same thing she always did.
“Oh, can you add a brownie please?” Y/N asked politely, while she looked for her card on her bag. After paying for her food, she went to one of the tables in the back.
Charlie: Noted! I swear i try to not wake up early but i can’t
Y/N: I bet you’re the kind of friend that wakes everyone up with a lot of noise
Charlie: How did ya know that hahahaha
Y/N: I was just guessing, but you do seem like a loud person
Charlie: I am, i won’t try to deny it
Charlie: What about you??
Y/N: Mmm
Y/N: It depends
Y/N: But my laugh is extra loud, so I can’t say I’m a quiet girl
“Vanilla latte!” Y/N put away her phone and stood up to get her order.
“Thanks, Dylan,” she thanked the boy and grabbed a few napkins before making her way back to her table.
Charlie: I bet your laugh is really cute
Her cheeks were burning after that message, and it took her a couple of minutes to tame the butterflies in her stomach before she was able to type a response. Because as much as she wanted to laugh it off and change the topic, she knew he was flirting with her and if she didn’t flirt back, their conversation was basically dead.
Y/N: Guess you’ll have to find out yourself ;).
That was a nice reply, right? She screenshotted their chat and sent it to Jo. If anyone knew how to flirt while texting, it was her best friend.
Y/N: How does it look? Is it too much?? Too little??
Y/N: H E L P
Jo’s response was quick as always. One of the many reasons she loved her.
Jo: Girl it’s fine
Jo: Stop worrying about it
Jo: It’s mysterious and a good way to tell him you wanna FaceTime
Y/N: Ok ok thank you love ya
Jo: Love you more
Checking the hour on her phone, Y/N finished her bagel and gathered her stuff. She waved Dylan goodbye and left the coffee shop. She spent more time than she expected to in there and if she didn’t hurry she’d be late for class.
It was times like this one that made her regret not knowing how to drive because even if all her classmates liked the Lyft program they had for free, she still felt unsafe getting in the car without a friend.
Back in the day, when she was still dating Lance, he’d made sure to call her and talk to her during the whole ride to wherever Y/N needed to go just to make her feel safe. After all, he was never a bad boyfriend, their paths just went in different ways and they both wanted different things in life.
Charlie: Yeah i guess
Charlie: What if i call you later when you’re done with your classes??Charlie: No pressure
She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks for the second time in less than an hour and had to bite her lip to stop herself from smiling.
Y/N: Sure, i’ll let you know once i’m done
Y/N: But i have to say bye for now
Y/N: Gotta pay attention haha
Charlie: Get that degree!
Charlie: Talk to you later!
Focusing on whatever her professor was saying was a hard task, she just wanted to pull her phone out and text Charlie, see what he was up to and get home as soon as possible, so they could FaceTime.
Sitting on the edge of her seat, she couldn’t help but bounce her leg to relieve the eagerness rushing through her veins. She still had fifteen minutes left, and then she’d be sprinting out of the classroom and going back to her apartment.
“Dude, do you gotta use the bathroom or what?” Sadie, the girl she always sat with during class, whispered through gritted teeth.
“Sorry,” she apologized, crossing her legs to stop herself from bouncing her leg. Although the new position didn’t stop her from moving her foot.
“What’s up with you?” Sadie snorted once she realized Y/N couldn’t sit still.
“Nothing,” she replied quickly, scribbling on her notebook the pages she needed to read for the next class, “I just wanna go home.”
“But you have never been this eager to leave this class,” the girl commented without looking at her, too focused on taking notes, “you love this class.”
“I don’t know,” Y/N let out a sigh and checked the hour on her watch, “I just don’t feel like sitting here right now.”
Her classmate didn’t make another comment about her eagerness to leave the classroom, she just nodded her head as if she was telling her she understood.
“I think that’s all for today, guys,” the professor mentioned, leaning on the desk, “have a good day, and don’t forget to read the articles I mentioned.”
Y/N hurried to gather her things and waved Sadie goodbye before walking as fast as she could to the door. She needed to leave before the halls flooded with students. Y/N considered taking the stairs instead of the elevator but knowing how clumsy she could be, she opted for the latter. Falling down the stairs wasn’t on her plans.
Twenty minutes and a mile later, she dropped her keys on the bowl next to the door of her apartment and kicked off her shoes. She checked her out in the full-length mirror Jo had in their living room and shrugged. Charlie knew she was a college student, and it wouldn’t be weird to see her wearing a hoodie with her college’s logo, also, she was comfy and didn’t want to change into something else.
She fixed her hair and made sure she didn’t have smudged mascara under her eyes and then made herself comfortable on the couch.
Y/N: Just made it home
Y/N: That was one hell of a long class haha
She bit her nails, the nervousness kicking in while she waited for a response from Charlie. Maybe he was busy now that she wasn’t. God if their schedules didn’t let them at least FaceTime, she felt like she’d start crying and delete the app. It wasn’t like she was talking to other guys though.
Charlie: Finally!!
Charlie: Wanna FaceTime?? Or are you tired?
“Fuck no,” she whispered to herself before she started writing her reply.
Y/N: Nah! Let's FaceTime
Her heart started pounding on her chest when the video call entered and the phone started vibrating in her hand.
“Shit, shit, shit,” she cursed before putting a smile on her face and answering the call. “Hey!”
Holy shit. His pictures didn’t make him justice.
“How you doin’?” Charlie said and her cheeks blushed.
“It’s that a Friends reference?” she asked trying to hide her smile.
“I swear I don’t mean it in that way,” he laughed, and the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled made her heart flutter. “But seriously, how was your day?”
“It was good even though I hate waking up early,” the way Charlie was looking at her with so much attention, even if it was through a screen it made her feel so confident, “I had breakfast at this little coffee shop near my apartment and then went to class.”
“But that sounds like a nice morning,” Charlie mentioned, his sweet smile never leaving his face.
“What were you up to anyway?”
“Not much actually,” he shrugged and the gesture made him look young, “I went for a run, then I had to film some tapes for a few auditions, and now I’m chilling.”
“You’re an actor,” Y/N pointed out, not even surprised about the new information he just revealed. It was Los Angeles after all.
“I am,” he smiled, and she swore she could see a pink tint on his cheeks, “I started back in Canada when I was about fourteen or fifteen.”
“Any chances I’ve watched it?” Charlie scrunched his nose and shook his head.
“Maybe, if you are into foreign films,” Y/N tilted her head confused at his answer, “It’s in French.”
“You learned how to speak in French for the movie?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows together when Charlie started laughing.
“I grew up speaking French and English,” he explained with a soft smile, “I’m French Canadian.”
“That makes a lot more sense now,” she laughed off her embarrassment, “I’m gonna blame the fact that I woke up early today. I’m not this dumb, I swear.”
“Don’t worry,” he said and the smile faded just enough for her to notice his intense stare, “I thought it was cute.”
She bit her lip at his words and tried to look away from the screen, but Charlie’s eye contact felt as if he was looking right into her soul and she couldn’t break that connection even if she wanted to. And she definitely didn’t want to do that.
tagged: @chevyimpala00067 @samanthawilliamspring @searchingunderthestars @luke-patt @moneybagmgk @angisbr @happinessinthedarkesttimes @knitsessed @cordeliascrown @crybabyddl @phantompogues @the-romanian-is-bae @doaspeggy-says
#charlie gillespie x reader#charlie gillespie x y/n#charlie gillespie one shot#charlie gillespie fanfic#charlie gillespie imagine#charlie gillespie fanfiction#charlie gillespie fluff#jatp cast imagine#charlie gillespie
236 notes
·
View notes
Text
Parents fucking suck bro. [Corpse Husband & Reader]
Warnings: Arguments, bad parents, swearing, crying
Summary: Y/N loves playing with Among Us with the others, even if she's the youngest among them. While shes playing with them, her parents walk in and are not happy with the fact she’s playing with them. There's a big argument and shit goes down but Corpse is there to comfort Y/N.
Tag list: @save-the-sky @alilshit @whatifwedo @hughugh20 @fleurmoon @bi-andready-tocry @itsminniekat @yoongi-holland @loraleiix @hacker-ghost @fanworrior @marvelous-musicals @annshit @unknown-and-invisible @letsloveimagines @hairbrush-anon @babyhoneystvles
---------
---------
---------
“Hey guys” Y/N greeted happily as they entered the lobby in Among Us. They have been playing Among Us with Felix, Sean, Rae, Toast, Sykkuno, Charlie, and Corpse for a while now. Y/N was 18 and still living at home, making money off of YouTube. They’re parents were strict and wanted them to have a “real job” like being a doctor. Y/N knew their parents were toxic and would disapprove of their job choice, so they keep it a secret.
“hey Y/N”
“Hello”
“hii”
“Whats up Y/N”
Everyone began to greet them, which made them smile. Y/N was filming the gameplay of this for a new video on their channel. Everyone seemed to love when they played Among Us, so they always played it- doing commentary and music on the side. “How you guys doing on this..” they looked out the window of their darkened bedroom, seeing heavy rain pouring down from the dark clouds in the sky. “Pretty damn depressing day where i'm at, holy shit.”
There was a couple of laughs and chuckles, and everyone began to state what the weather was like where they were. There was a lot of “Its nice out where am”s. It rains a fuck ton where Y/N lives, especially during spring. But they loved it, rain was their favorite.
“Alrriiight is everyone here?” Toast asked.
“Nope, Corpse is joining.” Sean announced, which caused sounds of happiness. Corpse was everyone's favorite, it was that damn voice. Corpse was Y/Ns bestie, they always had each other backs. There was many people who shipped them, but they both only wanted to be friends.
A few seconds after Sean spoke, Corpse joined. “Hey guys.” Corpse said, he sounded tired. But that was common for him, he told you about his insomnia. He probably didn’t get any sleep last night.
“Alright lets start the game.” Sean said, clicking to begin the game. Y/N smiled at the big letters reading “IMPOSTER” at the top of their screen. They’re a really good imposter- as they were told. They first went to blend in with crewmates, going to walk around a bit. While roaming around, they went into electrical to fake a task. Y/N saw this as the perfect chance to get their first kill in. So, they snuck up and killed him, then they vented to escape.
After a minute, a dead body was reported and they were now at an emergency meeting.
“Where was the body?” Toast asked.
“I found the body iiin.. electrical.” Rae replied, “Who was in there last?”
“I did see Y/N walking towards electrical.” Felix said, “That is where the body was found.”
“Yeah, but did go into electrical?” Y/N said, “I was heading to reactor, I had a task there.”
“Not the best alibi.” Sean said, “But I’ll take it.”
“Could be Rea, but.. wait no.” Sykkuno said.
“How could it be me if I reported the body?” Rae chuckled.
“Yeah I know I just realized.” Sykkuno replied.
“So... skip vote?” Corpse said.
“I’m still sus on Y/N.” Felix said while voting for Y/N.
“Vote Aoc shes kinda sus.” Y/N said, voting for Rae.
“Wha- Y/N!” Rae said.
“Sus.” Y/N said plainly.
“Ok yeah i'm skipping this vote.” Toast said, skipping the vote.
Most people skipped the vote, so no one was out. Y/N continued to play the game how she would, until she killed someone and had to quickly vent because someone just walked by. That made them shriek, “oh sugar honey ICED tEA-” they laughed, “That was a close one, hah.” Well seemed they were being too loud because their mother walked in.
“Why are you being so loud?” She asked, just as an emergency meeting started.
“Oh shit- my moms here hold on.” Y/N said, going to mute but misclicking, so now they were all going to hear this. “I’m just playing Among Us.”
“Shouldn’t you be looking for a job instead of playing stupid video games?” Mom said, stepping into the room.
“Oh- uhm... I do YouTube as a job. I make money of it.” Y/N replied quietly, knowing what was to come next.
‘whAT?! YouTube is not a fucking job Y/N!! Me and your father told you many many times that we want you to be a doctor!” Mom yelled. Y/Ns sister got into a great college because of her smarts and intelligence, shes going to be a surgeon one day. But that just wasn’t Y/N, they wanted to make content for the people on the internet. And so far, it was working pretty damn well.
Y/N sighed, “Oh my god mom shut up! I hate all that doctor college bullshit. Im making enough money on here!”
“Are you delusional?! Why can’t you be more like your sister, shes so successful!” Mom yelled, she was in disbelief. She wanted to have the perfect children, but she only got one.
“WHY DO YOU ALWAYS COMPARE ME TO HER?!?” Y/N screamed, beginning to cry. “What does it fucking matter?!”
“You are such a fucking disappointment. Get off that damn game!” Mom said, running over to pull Y/N away. But Y/N pushed her back.
“Bro FUCK off! its my goddamn business, Im a fucking adult now, leave my shit alone!” Y/N screamed through the tears.
“I am your mother! I know best! Now get off that fuckin- OW!” Y/N slapped their mother straight across the face, pushing her out of their room and closing the door, locking it. They sat back down and looked at her screen.
“Oh fuck. You heard all of that.” Y/n choked a little, “Shit.”
This is where Corpse came in, breaking the silence and shock between everyone. They listened to the whole thing, messaging each other in the chat what to do. “Hey, your moms an asshat.”
Y/N flinched, hearing banging on her door and screaming. “And a fucking psychopath!” they sunk down a bit, putting their hands on their forehead and breathing heavily. “Shes gonna kill me!”
“Hey hey hey, its alright Y/N. Don’t let her get to you, she doesn’t know what shes saying.” Rae said.
“I personally think you have great content.” Toast said, “I don’t think i would trust you as a doctor.”
“hey don’t listen to her Y/N, we’re always here for you.” Corpse said, “DM me and we can talk about it more, ok?”
Y/N sniffled, “Ok.” Then they muted, taking their phone out to DM Corpse.
T/N: Hey
Corpse_Husband: Hey are you doing alright?
T/N: No
T/N: Do you think im a disappointment? Is YouTube really worth it?
Corpse_Husband: Disappointment? no. The only disappointment is that sad excuse of a mother you have. And YouTube? hell yeah its worth it. I started youtube off when I was younger and had a blast. If you’re having fun and making bank keep doing it! You’re 18, your mother doesn’t control you anymore.
Corpse_Husband: Pewdiepie is a subscriber to your channel
Corpse_Husband: That should be enough motivation
T/N: you have weird ways of making me happy :’)
Corpse_Husband: I do have facts.
Corpse_Husband: But seriously, please dont have a panic attack, those suck. But do you wanna play more Among Us? It might cheer you up :D
T/N: Yeah yeah yeah thanks. And sure, I’ll play more among us. Thanks Corpse, your the best best friend 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🌹🌹🥀
Corpse_Husband: 🥺
~The End~
Oh my god this ones terrible. I might rewrite it in the future.
353 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hey is it possible to ask for Striker being extra protective over 8 month pregnant Blitz?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Anon 2: Hellos I was hoping you still did prompts because I would Love to see one of Striker being over protective of a heavily pregnant Blitz if possible
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: Since these two prompts are relatively the same I decided to combine them together ^^ hope you guys enjoy it ^^ also sorry for being MIA I wasn't feeling good but today is a good day ^^ my boys got a number 1 on Billboard for a second week ^^
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Month 1
Finding out he was pregnant was the scariest thing to ever happen to him, seriously knowing that there was a new life growing inside him was scaring him shitless, what made it worse was he wasn't sure how to tell the baby's father.
After vomiting out his lunch in his and Striker’s bathroom Blitz began to think what to do next.
It's not like Striker would leave him or anything, he was just scared that he wouldn't want the baby or worse would leave him once he finds out he was pregnant.
It was weird to think like that since he has shown time and time again what an amazing father he is, than again Loona wasn't a little kid nor was she a baby so maybe that's why it was easier for him to be a parent to her than it would be an actual baby.
Blitz leans against the bathroom wall as he thinks about what to do, lying to Striker was out of the question, the man knew Blitz better than anyone and knew when he was lying so there was no point in doing it.
Maybe he could avoid Striker...who was he kidding he could barely go a day without his beloved no way he was gonna be able to go nine months without him.
Blitz curled into a ball and wrapped his tail around himself. No avoiding him won’t work. Maybe he could ease him into letting him know he’s pregnant like letting him know by dropping hints and let him figure it out himself.
"Blitz?"
The city imp jumped a little as he turned to see Striker approach him.
"Loona told me you were, whoa are you okay?" Striker stared at his beloved who was curled in a ball and face was a little paler than it should be.
“Umm...well...you see...”
Striker approached the city imp he placed his hands on his forehead and checked his temperature.
“You seem a little warmer than usual but nothing a bowl of soup can fix,”
“I’m pregnant!” so much for easing him into the news.
Striker stare at his beloved for a good minute.
The silence was making Blitz a little uncomfortable, he wasn’t sure if this was him trying to find the words to say something sarcastic or him to try and find the words that he didn’t want the baby without upsetting Blitz.
“If...if you don’t want the baby your more than welcome to leave, I won’t stop you,”
That seem to snap Striker out of his trance.
“Not want the-Blitz are you crazy?”
Blitz shrugged his shoulders, Striker just stare at his mate and saw how scared he looked, Striker didn’t blame him, he probably thought Striker didn’t want the baby since he was...silent...
“Oh, shit Blitz,” he grabbed the smaller imp and placed him on his lap Blitz curled himself against Striker as his cowboy began to stroke his cheek.
“Oh baby, I was quiet because I was trying to think of ways to tell you to get rid of the baby I was just quiet because I am shocked that you and I are gonna have a baby,”
Blitz pulled back a little to stare at Striker,
“So...you’re not gonna leave me and our baby?”
“What? Of course not baby,” he held Blitz closer to his body.
“I would never leave you or our misfit family,”
Blitz smiled as he purred and got closer to Striker. Striker stood up and carried Blitz out of the bathroom and into their own bed.
He tucked him and placed a kiss on his forehead.
“Get some rest my beautiful, you’ll need it, and you,” he began to rub Blitz small tummy.
“You take it easy on your daddy okay?” Blitz smiled as he watch Striker place a kiss on his tummy, maybe things won’t be so bad.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Month 3
What was Blitz thinking that things wouldn’t be so bad with Striker knowing he was pregnant.
Seriously Blitz was just 3-months pregnant and Striker baby proof not only their apartment but his office.
There were times he couldn’t find the stapler and whenever he asked Striker he would take the papers and stable them himself.
Blitz was still looking for the damn thing.
He was worse with Moxxie, the poor assassin came rushing in with a pair of scissors and Striker respond with a punch to the face.
He gave the cowboy an earful for that and made him sleep on the couch.
Striker wouldn’t let him do any heavy lifting and while Blitz love being pampered Striker was taking it to far.
He can still lift a stack of papers.
“Ugh, your not even born yet and daddy dearest is already protective of you,”
“SIR!” and there goes Moxxie no doubt being thrown around because he was carrying a glass of soda...again.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Month six
He was gonna kill Striker, no seriously he was gonna kill him. Loona and Nathan (he’s still surprised that the little imp agreed to join their family with no questions asked) ate all the chips, cookies, and other sugary sweets and process food there was in the kitchen.
“Where the fuck are all my chocolate?!”
“Dad told us we can eat them,” Nathan asked as he munch on some nachos.
“Why the fuck did he do that?!”
“It’s not good for the baby,” Loona said as she finished the last of the soda.
He glared at his two teenage children, the two tagged team with Striker to make sure that no harm came to Blitz or the baby.
Honestly he was beginning to think his family of three where just using the “we are protecting you” excuse to hurt anyone that came near him.
He was still apologizing to Charlie for Loona shooting at her when she was coming to congratulate her brother and was excited for being an aunt.
Not to mention he owed Angel Dust some whisky after Nathan caught him in a trap.
“You didn’t have to eat all of my snacks he whined.
Loona passed him a box of sliced apples and strawberries.
“What the fuck is this?”
“Food that will be good for you and the baby,”
Blitz groan, he was killing Striker when he got back.
“Hey Blitz-”
Striker felt pain in his groin, he kneeled down and watched as Blitz walked away from him.
“He’s still pissed about his diet?”
His kids nodded their heads as they kept eating Blitz’s junk food.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Striker maybe protective but he was so sweet like now how he was rubbing his tummy and singing to his tummy,
Moonchild you shine
When you rise, it's your time
C'mon yo
Moonchild don't cry
When moon rise, it's your time
C'mon yo
Moonchild you shine
When moon rise, it's your time
C'mon yo
Blitz always loved Striker’s voice and hearing it sing to their baby was the best thing for him especially when their little one always calmed down when they heard their daddy’s singing voice.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Month 8
Blitz held onto his children, someone was in their home, an overlord...and not just any overlord, Valentino, the moth pimp was still pissed at him for refusing to kill an innocent child all because Vox dumped his ass.
He, Loona, and Nathan were hiding in the closet as Val and his men destroyed his house, he prayed that Striker would return soon from the human world.
The door to the closet opened and Val stood there with a wide grin.
“Found you,”
He brought Nathan and Loona closer to his body while both teenagers wrapped their arms around Blitz’s stomach in an attempt to protect his belly.
“You know Blitz you shouldn’t have refused me, if you didn’t maybe your sweet family wouldn’t be harm.
His eyes landed on Loona,
“Oh yes, your little hellhound would make a fine addition to my collection,” Loona growled as Blitz held her closer.
Val’s eyes landed on Nathan,
“The little imp boy and the thing inside you will definitely serve my clients really well,” Nathan whimpered as Blitz growled at him.
“Touch my kids and I’ll kill you,”
Val laughed.
“You? Kill me? now how could you possibly do that?”
A loud bang could be heard in the house making the family sigh in relief.
“What the fuck?”
Before Val could turn around Striker began to stab him with a holy blade.
The moth demon howl in pain as the knife was stabbed inside of him repeatedly Striker stabbed the moth multiple times, he didn’t stop, not until he was certain the moth was dead.
Once he saw that the demon was reduce to ash he turned to his family.
Opening his arms his children and Blitz ran to him. He wrapped his arms and tail around them, thanking La Santa Muerte that his family was okay and nothing bad happened to them.
He checked them all one by one stroking their faces, checking to see if there was a scratch on them or not hugging them close to his body.
He rubbed Blitz’s tummy and bend down to kiss it.
“Are you okay Blitz?”
“Yeah, we’re fine, don’t worry about us,”
Striker just hugged his family Blitz purred and was thankful that Striker came to save them than again, he knew Striker and knew that his mate would always be there to protect him, their teenage children, and their unborn baby.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: So what do you guys think? remember if you have any Striker and Blitz Prompts send them my way ^^ I will be posting more as week goes by ^^ GoNEF out ^^ and remember Armys to stream butter !!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
#striker x blitzo#helluva blitzo#helluva boss striker#Helluva Boss#blitzstriker#blitzo x striker#helluva boss blitzo#helluva striker#answers asked#anonymous#anon
48 notes
·
View notes
Text
Dancing with Our Hands Tied (2)
Pairing: Pierre Luc Dubois x Reader
A/N: Hello, angels!!! Here is part two... As always, let me know what you think! Part three is almost done and will be out next Sunday at 8pm.
Word Count: 2.9k
Warnings: Alcohol consumption
Previous Chapter // Masterlist // Next Chapter
“You’re practically jail bait for these men, do you understand?”
“I’m 21, not 18,” Sadie protested. It was 9 p.m. on a Friday night and you were standing outside Josh’s apartment dressed for a night out. You were reading her the riot act, knowing damn well that it was probably going in one ear and out the other.
“21 is young enough,” you argued. She rolled her eyes as you continued. “If you can’t find me while we’re out, look for Josh. Or Seth. Or Boone.”
“YN, everything’s gonna be fine.”
“I really hope so.”
The entire week leading up to Sadie’s arrival was stressful to say the least. You had to childproof your entire life just to have a problem free weekend with her, and that included childproofing the boys too.
Because Josh had met Sadie plenty of times before, he was more than happy to have everyone over his house for pre-drinks. It took a weight off your shoulders because being in an enclosed space with your closest friends meant it would be easier to keep tabs on how much alcohol she was consuming. And the more people she met before hitting the club meant there were more people keeping an eye out for her, and you need all eyes on her.
Well, almost all of them. You could do without Pierre’s.
Josh’s apartment was already loud when you arrived, which came as no surprise considering about half the Blue Jackets were inside. When you entered, Sadie gazed around at his apartment like a kid in a candy story.
“This is where Josh lives?”
“This is what a cushy job gets you in Columbus.”
“Why didn’t Mom and Dad force us to become athletes?”
You ventured into the living room and were greeted by an assortment of hoots and hollers. Josh swept Sadie up in a big hug before introducing her to the rest of the boys and some girlfriends in a pretty general introduction. Seth slipped a beer into your hand with a knowing smile that screamed, “I got you. Stop stressing.”
Pierre wasn’t there and you were naive enough to think he might’ve passed on a night out, but then the front door swung open and he was sauntering in with a rack of beers in his hand. Sadie’s eyes cut to yours as he made his rounds to say hello.
When he reached her, he came up short. He narrowed his eyes as he studied the all too familiar facial features.
“You’re YN’s sister,” he spoke. “I’m assuming you already hate me.”
“More or less.”
“I’ll have fun trying to prove you wrong tonight then.”
He stepped away from her and said hello to the remaining few before completely ignoring you and slipping into the kitchen to put his beers in the fridge.
---
The executive decision was made to leave Josh’s apartment around 9:30 p.m., so while you ran off to the bathroom to get ready to go, Sadie flitted off to the kitchen for one final drink. Pierre did the same. When he entered, she was standing in front of the liquor, studying each bottle.
She didn’t even spare him a glance, having clocked him through her peripheral vision and deciding not to engage. He opened the fridge and reached in to receive a new bottle.
“You go to Ohio State, right?” he asked after popping the cap off.
She looked uncertain of him when he asked, but responded, “Yeah, I do.”
“You’re in the,” he paused, thinking for a moment about her class placement, “third year?”
“Yep.”
“How do you like it?” he asked, cocking his hip against the counter. He watched as Sadie poured herself another drink. She sipped it for taste, then added a little more Vodka. “I always got a little jealous of my friends who got to go to school.”
“It’s great,” she answered. “But I don’t think you’re missing out. If you make anything close to what Josh does, I should be jealous of you.” He chuckled softly, lifting the mouth of the bottle to his lips for a swig. She narrowed her eyes at him. “What did you do to my sister?”
He placed the bottle on the counter beside him, fingers swiping along the condensation settling against the label.
“I didn’t make the best first impression and she never gave me the chance to right that wrong,” he answered honestly. “It’s all good, though. I don’t need her to like me.”
Sadie caught the uneasy shift of his eyes from hers to the bottle beside him and decided that he had a shit poker face.
“She’s a tough cookie sometimes,” she murmured. He nodded in agreement, eyebrows nearly raised to his hairline.
“She’s determined, I’ll give her that,” he huffed, shaking his head to himself and taking another sip of beer.
“I’m pretty sure she didn’t like me the first five years I was alive, so don’t worry, maybe you’ll win her over,” Sadie shrugged, giving Pierre a knowing look that he tried to ignore. If he was going to go around spilling secrets to anyone the last person he would choose was your little sister.
“Crazier things have happened, right?”
“Sure,” she said softly. Her eyes lingered on him for a moment like she was trying to decipher what he wasn’t saying. Pierre felt uncomfortable under her gaze, lifting his beer bottle to her and slipping out of the kitchen before she could make him sweat anymore than she already had.
---
As soon as you walked into the club, you threw an arm over Sadie’s shoulder and led her to the bar. Josh and Pierre followed a few steps behind you as the rest of the group left to grab a table. Sadie’s eyes lit up as she studied every bit of the place you all frequented, overjoyed to finally be a part of your Columbus crew.
Sadie propped herself up onto one of the barstools at the bar and you stood beside her to wave down the bartender at the other end. Behind you, Josh and Pierre waited, deep in conversation about something to do with the team.
The bartender was quick to attend to your needs, dropping your drinks off swiftly before moving on to the next group of patrons.
You were busy surveying the land for potential suitors for the evening, not exactly sure if you wanted to end up in Charlie’s bed again or not. For some reason you were finding it hard to take interest in any of the men mingling around the bar with Pierre’s cologne overwhelming your senses as he stood just a few feet behind you.
Sadie seemed to have no interest in the men that were hanging around the bar, which made you feel better at first. That is, until you realized she was eyeing up Pierre and then shifting her gaze back to you. She was up to something, that was never a good sign.
“His name matches his face,” Sadie spoke after glancing at Pierre over your shoulder.
“What does that even mean?”
“He’s fucking hot!” she exclaimed. Her voice carried and while you choked on your drink in front of her, Pierre choked on his own in front of Josh.
“You heard that?” Josh asked him with an amused smile. He nodded slowly, desperately trying to push her words out of his mind. “YN’s blood is probably boiling.”
“I have a feeling I’m going to be castrated by the end of the night.”
“It was nice knowing you, buddy,” Josh teased.
As you and Sadie stepped away from the bar, Josh grabbed your sister and pulled her into his side. Left in their wake, Pierre fell into step with you.
“You talk about me to your little sister?”
“Only to tell her how insufferable you are,” you informed him. He grinned, like he always did, like he was one step ahead of you. “Whatever she said to you, don’t believe. She’s a liar.”
“So, she was lying when she said I’m fucking hot?”
You turned to face him, standing tall even though he was basically a foot taller than you. You raised your voice just enough to beat out the music, growling, “If you try anything with my sister, I will literally--”
“Holy shit, I’m kidding,” he said gruffly, an exasperated sigh attached to the end of the sentence. He shook his head, mumbling as he brushed past you on the way back to the booth. “I don’t want your little sister, YN.”
---
Two hours later, Pierre was wandering the bar in search of someone new to occupy his time. He’d been with a group of co-eds for a bit, one of which he’d slept with once before, but they’d decided to leave for another bar. And though he’d been invited, he decided to stick with his real friends.
It had to be somewhere around midnight when he slipped past the bar and noticed Sadie at the end without any of her appointed babysitters and immediately felt worry bubbling up in his stomach. She was the youngest in the bar and seemed a little unsteady on her feet, and even though you told him to stay away, the creeps eyeing her down from the other side gave him bad vibes.
So, he stepped up beside her and leaned against the bar with a smile.
“Bonjour!”
“Hey, Sadie,” he greeted her. She hiccuped. “You good?”
“Oh, I’m fine,” she slurred. “I’m getting another Tequila shot.”
“Do you need one?” he asked. His tone of voice was teasing, but the concern was clear on his face. When she turned to look at him, he saw how strikingly similar she looked to you. It was probably the glare on her face that did it.
“I want one,” she repeated. “And you’re going to take one with me.”
“Well, okay.”
Pierre had seen this one too many times before. He knew this shot was going to be the end to her night, but it didn’t matter how hard he tried to stop her, it wasn’t going to work. The bartender brought the liquor over and after some convincing on Sadie’s part, he poured a shot for himself as well.
The tequila went down easy for the two men, but the look on Sadie’s face told Pierre that she also knew that shot was going to be her night’s death sentence.
“You look pale.”
“Let’s go sit,” she murmured, grabbing his wrist and pulling him with her towards the booth with the rest of the group. Seth caught Pierre’s frantic eyes as they approached.
“She’s going to be sick,” he whispered as soon as they were standing beside each other. They both looked up at Sadie who’d taken up residence at the end of the table, knuckles white from from clutching the top. “Where’s YN?”
“I have no clue,” Seth answered. “The bathroom maybe.”
Just as Pierre started to look around the bar, hoping to find you in the crowd, Sadie lurched slightly.
“I need to get her out of here,” he said. “If she throws up here, YN would never want to come back and she loves this place.”
“Do you want me to just take her?”
It was a good question and Pierre stopped to think for a moment about the answer. Seth could take Sadie off his hands and he could go about his night normally, or he could prove to you that he wasn’t the asshole you painted him out to be. For whatever reason, he chose the latter.
“No, I got her,” he said. “Let YN know what’s going on, would you?”
---
You returned to the table not even fifteen minutes later, already pissed off because of how long the bathroom line was. Needless to say, Seth letting you know that Pierre had taken Sadie back to your place was not what you wanted to hear.
“You let her leave this bar with Pierre?”
His fingers danced nervously along the beer bottle in his hand. The 6’ 4” defenseman was utterly terrified of your wrath, and had you not been so pissed off, you would’ve thrived in the feeling. “I know you hate him, but he was just trying to help out.”
“Help out?” you repeated. “You think Pierre would do something out of the kindness of his own heart for me, Jonesy?” He nodded a bit sheepishly. “You’re delusional.”
With that, you snatched your purse off the table and stormed out of the bar in pursuit of your apartment. The walk was only about ten minutes long and, quite frankly, you didn’t give a shit that you were walking through the city at night in a short little dress. You were a woman on a mission and anyone that crossed your path with the wrong intention was going to get your wrath, and it seemed that everyone knew that because you weren’t bothered once.
You threw your door open once it was unlocked and the decorations on the wall rattled as the door hit the wall beside it. Pierre, who’d been standing outside the bathroom door, jumped out of his skin at the sound. He righted himself and stood tall as you entered the hallway unsure of what type of reaction he was going to receive from you.
You hardly looked at him as you barked, “Where is she?”
“Puking.”
He leaned forward and pushed the bathroom door open a bit wider, revealing Sadie with her head on the toilet seat. You huffed as you entered and kicked the door closed in his face before slumping down beside her.
“Sadie, what the fuck?”
“I suck.”
“How much did you have to drink?” you asked, hand rubbing comforting circles on her back.
“I was trying to keep up with your friends,” she murmured before gagging into the toilet again.
“You know that they’re all well above six feet and weigh like two hundred more pounds than you, right?” you stated. She nodded and groaned pathetically. “You should’ve known better.”
She didn’t offer a response to your chastising and instead sat up to look at you and said, “I thought I wasn’t going to like him.”
You raised your eyebrows at her.
“Pierre?”
“Yeah. He’s actually a really nice guy,” she grumbled, dropping her head back into her hand that was propped up on the toilet. “Held my hair back for me.”
With an eye roll and a grunt, you stood to leave her to fend for herself.
“Wait,” she called as soon as your hand was on the door knob. “Can you tell Pierre that I’m sorry I ruined his night?”
“Sure.”
“Be nice to him.”
“No promises,” you grunted, pulling the door open to kick the hockey player out of your house.
---
Pierre was uncomfortable in your apartment. Before you arrived, he was too worried about Sadie to even think about the fact that he was in the middle of your personal space. But now, as you sat with her in the other room and he stood in the living room lurking, he knew he didn’t belong.
There were books decorating your coffee table and plants hanging from the ceiling above him. The television stand was cluttered with picture frames of your family and friends from home. His eyes caught on a photo strip from a Blue Jackets event. Josh’s arm was slung over your shoulders, yours wrapped around his waist, both of you clearly hammered and smiling like two idiots who’d been sitting at the open bar all night.
Although he couldn’t remember much of that night, thanks to the date he was entertaining, he did remember one thing. He remembered the dress you wore.
It was this dark blue, almost navy dress, and there was a slit up your leg to your thigh that he kept finding himself gazing at. For the first time since he met you, he thought about what it would be like to feel your body against his, to slide his hand up and between your thighs in the middle of a team event just because he could.
When he got home later that night after dropping his date at home, he jumped beneath a cold stream of water in the shower. He was desperate to clear his mind of every dirty thought that included you. In the end, the only thing that could clear it was release and he ended up jerking off in the shower despite himself.
“I could’ve used a text. I was worried sick.”
You snuck up on him, leaving him with no time to pretend like he hadn’t been staring at you in each of your photos.
“I would’ve texted you but, in completely unsurprising news, I don’t have your number,” he said defensively.
It wasn’t like he was expecting you to grovel at his feet for making sure your sister didn’t vomit in the middle of your favorite club, but he would’ve appreciated a little less attitude or a simple ‘thank you’.
“Her phone was dead, too, and she started throwing up in a bush, so I was a little more concerned about holding her hair back than calling you right away.”
Your mouth snapped shut.
“Anyway, you’re welcome.”
Your mother would kill you if she saw you now. You didn’t even say thank you.
But, before your mouth could catch up to the thanks at the tip of your tongue, Pierre was pulling the apartment door open and disappearing down the hall. Not even a parting glance was sent your way.
#pierre luc dubois story#pierre luc dubois imagine#pierre luc dubois fic#hockey imagine#nhl imagine#hockey rpf#mk writes#dancing with our hands tied fic#columbus blue jackets imagine#columbus blue jackets fic#pld fic#pld imagine#hockey story#hockey fic
315 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
anchoredbeta
i came to win.
oldperv4teens-11may
Untitled
fuzzyprincecreation
Bi-Neuling sucht einen dominanten Mann oder eine dominante Frau
alesorimago
Sin título
russiangifsblog
Russian GIF's Blog