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maturemenoftvandfilms · 8 months

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The Sixth Doctor

Featuring British Actor, Colin Baker

Back in 2022, I fancied a trip to Birmingham once I found out that Colin Baker (the 6th Doctor in ‘Doctor Who’) was going to attend ‘Collectormania 27 – Film & Comic Con Birmingham’ at the NEC, Birmingham. With my diamond pass, I was able to meet up with Colin, who signed my Season 22 Blu-ray booklet. We had a nice chat about Season 22 and reprising his role as the 6th incarnation of The Doctor in the latest episode, The Power of the Doctor.

He was really friendly with me, asked me about what I was up to, if I was dating, if I was staying at the same hotel as everyone else. As we briefly chatted, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was a beautiful old man, blue eyes that twinkled, ruff and rugged lines in his face coupled with a smile that made my heart flutter. My eyes were zeroed in on his wide, hairy chest, and I was imagining running my hands through it as I fuck his ass. Feeling myself about to make a tent out of my pants, I said my goodbyes.

"Good day to you." He said, winked and smiled a warm friendly, knowing smile. If I wasn't here at Collectormania 27, I would have made a move for this man.

After hours of fun and entertainment, I headed back to the hotel. Wanting a nightcap, head over to the hotel bar and to my surprise, Colin was there. He bought me a couple drinks. With my bladder now full, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Colin told me he’d join me since he had to go too.

The bathroom was empty, but when I went to the urinal, Colin took the one right next to me. I didn’t mind, but when I’d finished peeing, I realized I hadn’t heard him pee, so I looked over briefly and saw him stroking a thick, 7 inch uncut cock with a big head. Seeing that, got me rock hard quick, a result of staring too long. When finally looked up, he was looking right at me, smiling. It seemed like my heart stopped beating before only to beat a thousand times a second.

Then Colin surprised me again by placing his hotel room card on the edge of the urinal right next to me before heading to the sinks. He quickly rinsed his hands and walked out, leaving the key behind. I grabbed the key, pausing long enough to wash my hands.

By the time I got to Colin’s room, I was afraid he’d think I wasn’t’ interested, but when I entered the room, he was ready and waiting. Colin was in a hotel bathrobe and he’d ordered porn on the television. How lucky could I be. Colin was the epitome of a big horny grandpa and he was primed for action.

It didn’t take long before we both found ourselves naked on the bed, hugging and kissing each other. I held his tits and cupped them using my thumbs to flick his big nipples as I kissed my way to suck them. You talk about being content! Heaven can’t be better, I thought to myself as Colin moaned and stroke my hair while I nursed his nipples.

While sucking on his super tits, I ran my hand down to his cock and started jacking him off. I licked and kissed his belly, working my mouth down to his pubic mound. When I got close, I moved my mouth over his cock and started to licking his tasty treat. Taking the head in my mouth, sucking it, making circles with my tongue before taking his cock deeper in my mouth. The sweet smell of his crotch turned me on and I couldn't stop myself from sucking him.

After a minute or two, I was suck it with long strokes, reaching up to claw at his chest and nipples. Colin was thrusting upwards, fucking my mouth good as I bob my head like crazy on his sweet wet dick. My throat was full of thick sweet Granddaddy cock as I breathed threw my nose to take it all while Colin was grunting like a bull.

“Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!” He said as rammed his hard cock deeper in my mouth. Then without warning he grabbed me by the hair and forced my head down on it as far as I could take it.

Just then, I felt his load bursting out of his cock and filling my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could while he jerked and hunched in ecstasy. It was fantastic to know I could give him so much pleasure as I closed my eyes and twisted my head from side to side to set him off!

Looking down, Colin beaming from ear to ear before rolled over onto his belly, spread his legs and smiled as he said, "Come and get it."

When he presented me with this view of his beautiful ass. I quickly spread his cheeks wide and began to lick his ass. I started at the rim and gently pushed my tongue inside of him. This drove him wild and he pushed his ass back farther on my probing tongue. He was moaning loudly and I continued fucking his ass with my tongue and mouth.

I could tell he wanted me to fuck him hard and I grabbed my cock and started to touch the rim of his hot wet ass hole. He pushed his love hole on to my cock as I eased the tip of the head of my cock in his hole. I thought I would spew right then and there as I slowly pushed the full length in. It looked so hot to see his salt-n-pepper hair, the fur on his shoulders and back with traces going all the way down to the ass my cock was now firmly buried in. I didn't pull out but started to gyrate my hips to give him the full sensation of being fucked. Colin’s arms were folded under his chin when looked back over his shoulders and said, "Fuck me hard Jack I need it."

I slowly began to pull out until the head was just visible, then slammed it back as deep as I could go. Each time I would do this, I would feel his ass quiver in anticipation of my next thrust. He pushed his butt as hard as he could back down on my shaft. He wanted it all. The sensation of him pushing his hot big butt on to my cock was driving me wild. If I had died the next few seconds, well my life would have been worthwhile to have had the chance to have my cock inside such a sweet, hunky handsome mature man.

"Yes", he moaned as he reached back to pull me against him, making sure I was all of the way in.

I fell on top of him as I pushed my pelvis to his hot ass. His hole opened up wide now as I fucked him more freely now. He moaned loudly and began to push his butt to me meet my pace as he was loving my dick in his ass. Every so often he would squeeze my dick with his ass muscles. I could hold it no longer, my body tensed and I pulled him as tight as I could against me. It was only another three or four strokes before I slammed up against him and held myself there, my dick in him as deep as it could get and shot my load into him.

His hole sucked me in further still as my load bubbled inside him. I had shot more cum than I ever remembered shooting in my whole life. I rubbed his back until I felt my cock soften. I dropped to the bed and he turned over to grab me in his strong arms. He held me close and kissed my like I’d never been kissed before. I lay there in his arm's, exploring his body with kisses. He pulled me to his chest kissing the top of my head caressing me with his arms. He held me ever so tightly. What a sublime comfort. He caressed me like his baby boy. We were soon falling into a deep heavenly slumber.

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not-the-droid · 2 years

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Something in the Water

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count 859

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, sex in a lake, skinny dipping, PLEASE SKIP THIS ONE IS YOU ARE UNDER 18

Request: Can we maybe get some Poe Dameron and pool sex? Or beach sex, or lake sex, just anything in water really. :3 from anonymous

A/N: First smut on this blog whoohoo

The cool sensation of the water made (Y/N)’s toes curl as she plopped down on the grass beside the lake, dipping her feet into the water.

“Looks like I picked the right spot,” Poe said with a smirk.

He sat beside her, his heart swelling with affection as she brought her head to lean on his shoulder with a content sigh.

“Couldn't imagine spending our break any other way.” (Y/N) replied, kicking her feet a bit. Poe smiled, pressing a kiss to her hair.

He looked down at the lake before him. The water was almost completely clear, the bottom shifting in and out of visibility. “Let's hop in.”

(Y/N) looked over at him, her eyebrows raised slightly. “I don't think it'd be the best idea to show up back at base with our clothes sopping wet.”

Poe thought for a moment, his brows furrowing together before a wide smile appeared on his face.

He shot up from his spot beside her, the water splashing up as his feet left it. Poe shed off his jacket, letting it fall in a patch of grass followed by his undershirt.

“Poe Dameron, I know you are not doing what I think you're doing.” (Y/N) said, her eyes running over his toned figure.

He winked at her as he unbuckled his belt, tossing it who knows where before letting his pants fall to the ground.

Poe shed his underwear, laughing as (Y/N) jokingly covered her eyes. “Nothing you haven't seen before, beautiful.”

She shielded her face as he jumped into the lake, splashing water in her direction.

“Come on gorgeous, the waters’ just right,” Poe said, holding his arms out in her direction.

(Y/N) sighed dramatically, removing her clothes and placing them in a neat pile beside his.

Poe watched as she made her way toward the lake, biting down on his lip as she sat on the edge. “How’d I get myself a girl like you?”

He swam toward her and settled between her legs, resting his hands on her thighs.

“I don't know. How do you think?” She said, running a hand through his now damp curls.

Poe smirked, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into the water. She shivered at the sudden coolness on her bare skin.

He pulled them backward, the water trying to resist his motions. (Y/N) let her legs float up to wrap around his waist, feeling his erection touch against her skin.

The water sloshed around them as he moved his hands to cup her ass, squeezing tightly before attaching his lips to hers.

The wet movement of their lips against each other and the loud slosh of the lake water whenever he pulled her closer filled the air.

Poe pulled away with a wet smack, smirking at her before moving to press his lips to her breast, kissing the skin just above her nipple before wrapping his lips around it.

(Y/N) tightened her grip on his hair, whimpering as he tugged gently with his teeth. The water sloshed wildly as she attempted to grind against his solid cock.

Feeling satisfied with his attention to her breasts, Poe rested his forehead against hers. He let the water help him hold her up as he guided his cock toward her entrance, teasing it before pushing the tip in at her desperate whimpers.

(Y/N) gasped as she sunk into the water, his cock filling her. Poe pressed his lips to her neck, his hands on her ass guiding her up and down on his throbbing cock.

He moaned loudly, muttering a low shit as she began to bob up and down quicker, the water splashing against their backs at the harsh movement.

She threw her head back as he hit that special spot inside her, her mouth widening to a O shape as he continued to ram into it.

Her walls tightened around him as she came, burying her face in his neck as she reveled in the sensations in and around her. Her walls clenching around his still moving cock, the water sloshing against her back, splashes that left droplets on her chest.

Poe pressed his lips to any exposed skin he could reach, biting down as he emptied himself inside her, tasting the droplets of lake water and sweat n her skin.

After a moment of rest, he pulled out of her, lifting her out of the water bridal style. “I really like this lake. Nature is so beautiful.”

“Oh yeah, you were really admiring nature. That's what you were focused on. ” (Y/N) said, rolling her eyes.

Poe dunked her head in the water, laughing as she rubbed the water from her face as he pulled her back up.

He pressed a kiss on her damp lips, placing her down on the grass to redress.

“Ya know, you should really dry your hair. You could catch a cold.” Poe joked as (Y/N) handed him his jacket.

She swatted his shoulder, the annoyance on her face dissolving as he tossed his arm over her shoulder to walk them back to base.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron smut #poe dameron imagine #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac smut #oscar isaac imagine #star wars fanfiction #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #star wars smut

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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The Underworld {3} || Dimitri Belikov

Dimitri Belikov x dhampir!f!reader Summary: It's time to go strigoi hunting. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, violence, staking, mentions of blood and wounds. WC: 2.6k

Ch.1 || Ch.2 || Ch.3 || Ch.4 || Ch.5

The latest reports mentioned a spate of missing persons in a city three hours away so that were where Boris was heading. You were grateful it wasn’t closer and it gave you a little bit of time to catch up on your sleep before arriving and going in search of strigoi. There was only one problem, and that came in the form of a female dhampir by the name of Sam.

“So,” Sam purred as she stuck her head through to the front and wiggled her eyebrows, “how big was his stake? Tell me he gave it to you real good.”

“Fucking hell, I just had breakfast,” Boris complained as he screwed up his face.

You sent an apologetic smile to your godfather before twisting around to grin back at Sam. “All I am going to say is there is a strong correlation between the length of his coat and his cock.”

Sam’s smile widened as she remembered the long leather duster Dimitri had worn. “Yes! I knew it, girl. He had serious BDE.”

“What’s BDE?” Boris asked, dropping the illusion that he had been more focused on the road than the conversation.

“Nothin-” You were interrupted as Sam butted in with, “Big Dick Energy, keep up old man.”

“Okay, thats enough about my sex life.”

“Thank the saints,” Boris grumbled.

“What did you do last night?” you asked Sam.

“More like who.” Sam winked and patted Boris on the head as he cursed under his breath when the conversation steered straight back to sex. “I found myself a tasty royal looking for some fun.”

A growl of distaste clawed up your throat and you fell back into your seat. “Ugh, spoiled assholes the lot of them.”

“Adrian wasn’t that bad, for an Ivashkov.”

That got your attention and you spun around again to check you had heard correctly. “Adrian Ivashkov? He certainly knows how to have fun.”

Adrian rarely visited the Underworld since his mother threatened his trust fund but he still managed to sneak in on occasion and spend a fortune in the clubs.

Sam chuckled and wiggled around to get more comfortable in the seat between Duke and Zane, using Zane’s shoulder as a pillow when she yawned. “Oh what fun we had.”

Her eyes fluttered shut with a smile and you wondered how she had been the one to keep you awake but somehow she was asleep first. Snuggling into your own seat and resting your head on the seatbelt, you let the curve of the winding road rock you to sleep.

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Duke asked, his voice barely above a whisper in case there were any strigoi patrolling the grounds behind the impressive gates. “Looks more like a royal’s summer house.”

You snickered quietly. “Maybe it was and they turned strigoi.”

“Shh, there’s movement,” Boris commanded and pointed to the shadow crossing a dimly lit window on the top floor.

Everyone kept silent, taking note of the windows and doors that could be seen, as well as any other shadows that gave an idea of how many occupants were inside. With a hand signal from Boris, you all began to move away as a unit and deeper into the trees.

“There’s no way we are getting over the walls, not with those spikes.” Duke crossed his arms and leant against a tree as plans were made. “Even if by some miracle we made it over without losing a testicle, there's no cover - we would be sitting ducks.”

Zane winced at the thought and shoved his spare stake into his boot. “I for one would prefer to keep my testicles.”

“If we can’t sneak in, why not just ram the gates?” You opened your arms with a silent ‘what?’ when every set of eyes turned on you. “We can cross most of the ground in seconds and maybe the chaos could be to our advantage.”

Boris pressed his palms to his eyes to ease the headache you were almost always the cause of. “That is a terrible plan.”

“At least it is an actual plan,” you pointed out. “I don’t think ‘keeping your nuts intact’ really counts.”

“Anyone have anything better?” Boris asked, lingering on each dhampir hoping someone had something but they all shook their heads and he sighed. “Fuck it, lets ram ‘em.”

There were a few adjustments made to the plan by the time you reached the SUVs. Floyd wasn’t happy to hear that it would be his SUV that was getting a quick modification, the doors being removed for both a quick exit out of it and to make shields for the dhampirs who would be riding on the roof racks. Since you were the one crazy enough to come up with the idea, you got to ride up top.

“I can’t decide if this is brilliant or insane,” Sasha said as she lifted a door up to you and Sam.

“The two often go hand in hand with her,” Sam replied with a proud nudge to your shoulder. “There was this one time where she stole a helicopter and-”

“Not now Sam,” you said with a nod towards Boris’ approach. “Time to saddle up.”

“Alex just confirmed two of the missing persons are in the building.” Boris stepped up on the running boards and pinned you with his grey eyes. “No heroics, stick with the team and take down the strigoi - that is your mission."

It took all your will not to rise to the challenge in his eyes but eventually you nodded and secured the shield as the SUV roared to life. You knew the warning was to protect you as much as the rest of the team and also because he cared for you the most. As your mother’s guardian and your father’s best friend, he had watched over you from the moment you were born.

You were barely a teen when strigoi attacked your home. It was only because of those pointless piano lessons, your mother had made you take, that you were not there when the attack happened. Boris had been driving you home when he received the alarming call through his ear piece, but even breaking every speed limit couldn’t get him there in time to save your family.

You pushed aside the memory of that night and focused on the present. You were alive when so many were not and you would make it count. You pulled out your stake and held it between you and Sam as you spoke, “Strike hard.”

She drew her stake and tapped it against yours with a grim smile. “Strike fast.”

A thrilling scream tore from your lungs as the SUV smashed through the gates and adrenaline flooded your system. Within seconds the doors to the mansion exploded open and strigoi came tearing across the field.

“Hold tight!” Boris ordered as he turned the steering wheel and pulled the handbrake. The back end of the SUV swung around and crashed into the line of strigoi, sending some flying back while one stubborn male held tight and climbed up towards you.

You swung the heavy door and grunted at the shock that shot up your arm as it connected with the strigoi. The SUV came to a stop and the hunters were already pouring out into the night when you dropped the shield and Sam struck the stunned strigoi down, her stake spearing his heart in an instant.

“Thanks.” You nodded in appreciation before jumping down. “Let's go.”

A quick scan was all you needed to determine where you were needed most and you pumped your arms as you raced towards Sasha, the newest member to join the ranks. She was still finding her rhythm in the group and her determined fight with a female strigoi had pulled her away from the main party. It was what the seasoned hunters dubbed ‘chasing the rabbit’, and it was a good way to get yourself killed.

“We need to join the others,” you said as you jumped into the fray and kicked the strigoi back.

Her eyes were focused only on the strigoi, as if she hadn’t even heard you, and then tackled the strigoi to the ground with her stake buried deep into her chest. “They took my brother from me.”

Vengeance burned through her with a fire you had been consumed by for a long, long time. “And you will avenge Mikhail, but you can’t do that if you are dead too.”

You spun as bloodied nails clawed at your neck and dodged them before raking your stake down the cheek of the strigoi. It screeched in pain but still attacked blindly, one of its wild swings connecting with Sasha. You couldn’t spare a glance her way as she was thrown across the lawn, not when you were ducking and dodging the nails and snapping teeth aimed at your throat.

You cursed as fangs sank into your forearm and felt the skin tear as you twisted your arms in its jaws, just enough to angle your stake into his diaphragm. The strigoi released your arm to protect his chest but it came too late as you shoved your body against the handle and drove it home.

The grass was littered with bodies as you regained your breath and found no immediate attack. The main group were taking down the last stragglers with the efficiency of the death squad they were trained to be, working together to pin and stake the strigoi and protect each other's back.

“You okay?” you asked Sasha as she pulled herself to her feet and cradled her swollen cheek.

She looked down in shame as she realised she had chased the rabbit, then her eyes widened as she saw your blood dripping down your fingers and onto the grass. “Are you?”

“I’ll be fine.” You swapped your stake to your other hand and made for Duke who was waiting at the door. “Status?”

“Seven saved, no major injuries.” Saved, because that was what happened when a strigoi was staked, their soul was saved from the damned, undead state it was in. It made the job a whole lot easier to think of their deaths that way, to save the person that was a brother or sister, son or daughter - rather than just killing a monster.

“Good,” you said as you stepped past and into the mansion to join the scouting. “Two saved, no major injuries.”

Boris pointed to you and then the stairs before signalling to everyone to fan out. Sasha kept at your side and climbed the stairs with you, watching your back as you kicked each door in along the corridor. “Clear.”

Echoes of others declaring each room clear followed you. The hopes of finding any survivors were quickly dwindling until you kicked in the last door and met a pale face, teeth bared. You slammed your palm up under his chin as you ducked, jamming its mouth shut so it couldn’t bite you as you moved inside the room.

Sasha was already engaging as you grabbed his arms and pulled them back to leave its chest clear. He was clearly Moroi before he was turned, the long, slim limbs giving it away as much as the lack of defence. The strigoi that were born dhampirs were always harder to save than the human or Moroi, their basic training instinct somehow overriding the bloodlust.

“Call it,” you said to Sasha as you dropped the body and went to the two humans who were unconscious on a bloodied bed.

Sasha pressed the button on her ear piece and spoke to the team, “One saved, two humans alive.”

“Fuck,” Boris cursed through the comms. “I’ll call the Alchemists.”

You were hoping to rescue dhampir and Moroi but even getting these two humans out alive meant there were two less bodies to turn strigoi once they had finished feeding. The strigoi no longer seemed to target just dhampir or Moroi in recent months, turning just as amny humans and sending them out on suicide missions.

Thumping on the floor above rattled the chandelier and you looked to Sasha before making for the stairs. Zane and Alex had taken the second floor and by the time you reached the trashed room they were in they were sitting beside the bodies of two strigoi, panting and grinning at each other.

“Two saved,” you spoke for them into your ear piece.

“And three dhampir,” Zane said with a nod to the adjoining room, his smile widening, “plus one Moroi…all alive.”

You gaped as you ducked into the room and found the four of them strapped to chairs, mouths duct taped but indeed alive. “Holy shit.”

The rest of the mansion was empty and after a second thorough walk through Boris gave the all clear to move out, just in time to see the Alchemists arrive. They held no interest for anyone but the two humans, merely being cordial with Boris enough to understand the situation before taking over the entire scene.

“They remind me of the men in black,” Duke muttered as he reached into his pocket and slipped his sunglasses on as dawn broke the horizon. “Do you think they can erase people's memory?”

You rolled your eyes but found yourself laughing as the weight of the night eased from your shoulders. “God I hope so, just so I don’t have to remember you and those ridiculous glasses.”

Duke tipped his chin down and looked over the rim of them at you. “Excuse you, I am a fashionista. I can make anything look good.”

“Like when you dropped your stake tonight,” Sam said with a smirk, earning a groan from Duke as he shoved his glasses back up his nose.

“I thought that was going to stay between us.”

“Maybe, but then you called yourself a fashionista.”

Boris pressed the button on his earpiece with a grin. “Ladies and gentlemen, Dukey-boy dropped his stake tonight - the first round of drinks is on him.”

Duke leaned in to Sam’s side so he could whisper in her ear, “I really hate you sometimes.”

Her answering smile told her she knew he was lying, especially when his eyes lingered on her lips. Turning back in your seat, you snuggled down and thanked whoever it was that listened out there for bringing everyone home alive. It was something that had happened less and less.

You woke to silence and blinked slowly as you found yourself in the underground garage. Boris has turned the engine off, that was what woke you and you found Sam, Duke and Zane all fast asleep in the back seat.

“I said no heroics,” Boris said quietly as he unclipped his seat belt. “You were meant to stay with the group.”

“Sasha needed-”

“Sasha should have stayed with the group.” Boris sighed and patted his hand on yours. “I promised your parents I would protect you, and your dad would throttle me if he knew what we do, but these rules are there to keep you safe.”

“I’m sorry, Borko.”

He softened at his nickname, something only you and your father had used for him. Nodding his head, he let you escape the sterner conversation he had been preparing and watched you slip into the tunnels that led to the hunters apartments. You had barely made it two steps into the shadows when a silhouette blocked your way.

“You’re hurt,” Dimitri stated bluntly as he took your hand and carefully pushed your sleeve back to reveal the wound you had been hiding from Boris.

You pulled your arm away and looked over your shoulder, grateful to see that Boris was busy debriefing the other hunting squads that were also returning home. Stepping around Dimitri, you led the way to your apartment knowing he would follow as you spoke, “Not here.”

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sofiadeshmukh · 2 years

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Topic - when whiny kookie barges into his noona's bedroom fully naked to ask for help (jungkook is 19 and reader is 22)

"okay kids your dad and i will return after three days from the business trip so take care of yourselves " said your mom waiting for your dad "yeah mom don't worry i love staying with noona anyways " jungkook said secretly winking at you while you glared at the naughty bunny " we will be all okay mom since I've taken leave from the company to stay with this bunny " your mom chuckled at your answer and just then your dad declaired that they're leaving and adviced you both as always " byy mom-dad take care" said jungkook and you together after watching your parents leave for their trip.

After 3 hours.....

It was currently 2am in the morning and you were sleeping on your bed just then your sleep was interrupted by a knock on your door you got up to open it and was shocked to see kookie standing there all naked with a cute pout on his lips you quickly checked to make sure no maid noticed him thankfully everyone was asleep by now, you quickly pulled kookie inside and locked the door

"Noooonaaaaa I'm horny please let me cum inside you i am not able to jerk myself"

You felt yourself rubbing your thighs by his statement but still managed to ask him "kookie why did you come naked like this what if someone saw you!?" "i am sorry noona but it hurts i couldn't control but to look for you" he said showing you his doe eyes and cute pout, your eyes soften at the sight of this cute horny bunny looking like a meal with his cock standing erect touching his navel "ok my baby come noona will help you " you made him sit on the bed and undressed yourself while jungkook palmed himself watching you, after you are done you laid on the bed and open your arms to make jungkook lay over you and hug you in the midst of rubbing his erection over your clit he hugged your waist and started sucking your nipples like a baby he was while you ran your fingers in his hairs watching him try his best to suck milk from your breast which you were capable of from the time you got your periods your breasts started producing milk and jungkook sucked on them often. "nghhh noona " he groaned still rubbing his dick on your entrance and loving the taste of your milk You moan arching your back "aahhh kookie you suck noona so good my bunny keep going " "mmm" was jungkook's reply before he made you lay on your stomach and keeping his knees beside your hips he slowly entered in your pussy "aaah noona you are always so wet and tight for me my sweet sweet noona nghh" "kookie baby i am on my pills so you can come insi- aaahhh " he suddenly started drilling his cock getting excited by the thought of cumming inside of you "noona i love youuu ah ah ah noonaaa" you clenched around his long and thick shaft making him stick on your back and bite your ear while he continued ramming in you with all his strength "noona i love it when you make these noices for me you love your kookie's big dick right noona " "a-aah yes baby i love your big dick love how deep it goes inside my pussy aaahhh kookie keep going don't stop baby " he opens his legs wide and bounces his hips to hit your g spot with every thirst " noona aah aah your pussy was made for me noona nghhh" he moves his hands towards your bud and plays with it and continues thrusting in inhuman speed and soon enough you feel your climax " koo- kookie cummimg " "yes noona cum all over my cock milk me noona" and with one strong thrust you both came together with extreme pleasure taking over your minds , jungkook dropped himself on your back with his cock still inside you emptying his cum he took his dick out and came beside you taking you in his arms and kissing all over your face "thank you noona i fucking love you so much" "i love you too my little bunny" you said snuggling in his neck making him whine " noo noona i am a grown up now no more a little bunny" he said sucking on your neck "yes yes my bunny is a grown up with a pretty cock" you chuckled at yourself pecking his lips and soon you both drifted to dreamland .

i hope you liked it guys this is my very first time writing a smut so i hope you liked it !! ♥

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sunnyie-eve · 19 days

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12 | Joking around

Series: Uttermost Lifestyle

Paring: Johnny Knoxville x Original female character

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: jealousy, misunderstanding, fight

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"You guys really made eyelashes for my panda head?" I laugh looking at it as we got dressed for the bit.

"How else will we and others know which one is you?" Johnny laughs.

"Didn't know, I needed to be identifiable." I say as Ryan puts on his head then does a kind of a skip over to me, pulling me closer to him before dipping me into a kiss. I couldn't help but laugh along with some of the guys expect for Johnny. "I wasn't ready." I put on my panda head.

As soon as my head was on I jump onto Ryan so he holds me up as I wrap my arms and legs around him kissing him. Since it was hard to hold me and have our head fake like we were kissing, because the head took up space, he ends up walking over to a wall for my back to lean on.

"You two gonna fuck in the suit?" Steve-O asks making us crack up.

"Steve-O, they're fully clothed." Johnny speaks up.

"They can fake it too." Steve-O says so Ryan starts to thrust making start to slap him.

"Okay, that's enough." I laugh getting off of him taking my head off to see Johnny glaring at us.

"It's all a joke dude." Ryan tells Johnny wrapping his arms around me kissing me with his head still on.

As soon as we get out of the elevator we start. Three lay down on the steps while Weeman jumps over them on the skateboard. I stand on the other side so he can run into me. He slightly gets Preston's shoulder making him trip and take us both to the ground.

"Dude, your head rammed into my tit." I groan getting up.

When Steve-O decides to handstand down some steps I rush over and slightly pushes him cause him to fall and tumble. As he lays still I run down the stairs and he trips me so I tumbles to the ground laughing but in pain.

"This is gonna hurt." I groan after we talk about what we were doing next.

"I'll try to go easy because you'll be on his back." Johnny pats my back.

"Whatever." I say jumping onto Ryan's back so we can walk then have Johnny tackle us into a store.

"I'll try to soften your fall. If I can't... I'm sorry." Ryan chuckles as we start to walk.

"It's okay. I know what I sighed up for."

"I'm terrified of how hard he's gonna hit us because of us joking earlier." He says as Johnny comes in.

As soon as we hit the rack of shoes our heads fall off. Loomis, Preston, and Steve-O join the pile. Ryan groans in pain about his jaw while I complain about whoever's foot kicked me in the face.

"Sorry that was me." Loomis says as Johnny helps me up.

"Your nose is bleeding some." Johnny tilts my head back.

"Doesn't look broke through right?" I ask only caring about that.

"Looks like your nose still." He tells me so I give him a thumbs up. "But it is bleeding a lot and fast." He says so I cover my nose.

"I think I'm done then." I say making my way back to the hotel and stuff my nose till it finally stopped.

I was laying in bed watching whatever was on the tv in the room but since I didn't know Japanese I get up going to take a shower. I didn't think much because I thought the guys would go out drinking so I didn't lock my door.

I'm the middle of my shower I hear running and someone rushing into my bathroom and getting into with me. "What the?!" Ryan covers my mouth telling me to shut up as try I covering myself up.

"Alex! Where did Dunn go?" I hear Bam bust into my room.

"Dude, I'm just trying to shower." I poke my head out still trying to cover myself from Ryan.

"So he's not in here?" Bam comes into the bathroom.

"No! Just let me finish my shower!" I shout so he leaves my room and I turn to Ryan. "That goes for you too." I turn to face him.

"Can I still hide in your room till he cools down?"

"What did you do anyways?" I ask.

"Broke his favorite skateboard on purpose." He just stands there.

"Understandable... Now get out, please." I smile so he nods his head getting out.

"By the way..." He pokes his head back in giving me a wink and a thumbs up.

"Al- What the fuck?" I hear Johnny's voice so I pop my head out seeing a pissed off look on his face.

"Oh, no." Ryan motions before us. "I was just hiding from Bam." He tries explaining to him while Johnny looks at me disappointed.

"Johnny, nothing happened." I say as he turns to leave without saying a word. I get out wrapping a towel around me going after him. "Would you listen to me?" I follow him and ignore the whistles from the guys.

"He saw you naked and you didn't care." Johnny turns around to face me as we get into his room.

"I didn't give him permission to hide in there! He jumped in by himself making me cover up. You act like we did something."

"You could be lying. Last time you were in a shower with a jackass member you had sex with them. What's stopping you this time? You two are getting close so it's gonna happen at some point. You're already two out of nine... three out of nine soon for you." He snaps at me and my heart breaks a little.

I slap him across the face, "You're a fucking dick, you know that. Incase you forgot, Chris and I never hooked up. So it's still one out of nine, Jackass." I turn to leave slamming his door behind me as I go back to my room.

I walk into my room sitting down on my bed still in my wet towel starting to cry into my hands. I never could have imagine Johnny saying those words to me or think about me like that. I was worried about never losing feelings for him but he just helped out quite a bit.

"Ri..." I hear Ryan walk out of the bathroom but I keep my face in my hands trying to quit crying.

"You should have heard him..." I sob more as I feel a dip in the bed next to me. "You could be lying. Last time you were in a shower with a jackass member you had sex with them. What's stopping you this time? You two are getting close so it's gonna happen at some point. You're already two out of nine... three out of nine soon for you."

"But you've only got with him. You and Chris never did it. You told us." Ryan puts his arm around me as I keep crying. "He'll apologize soon once he realizes how much of a dick he was being." He pets me.

"He should have said it before I left his room after smacking him."

"Why don't you go get dressed and we'll just have some fun drinking in here so you don't have to see him?" Ryan suggests so I pick up my head.

"That sounds good."

He smiles and stands me, "Then get dressed." He leaves the room so I change into the clothes I sleep in.

When he comes back he was carrying a few beers and had cards so we could play a game. Bam was also right behind him carrying more beers. "I don't remember Bam being part of the having fun." I smile at them.

"He told me you were crying and I know I can cheer you up mama." He kisses the top of my head.

#jackass #johnny knoxville #ryan dunn #bam margera #steve o #chris pontius #wee man #dave england #ehren mcghehey #preston lacy #jeff tremaine #spike jonze #jackass 2 #jackass 3d #jackass forever #johnny knoxville imagine #johnny knoxville ff #Johnny knoxville fanfic #smut

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welcomehomejon · 8 months

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cruise part 2

Gotta say, damn I missed this site. Love being able to tell my stories anonymously.

anyways. Part 2 to the cruise story.

once I had my fun with the employee in my room, I knew I had to try to get lucky some more.

it didn’t have to be with an employee but now the idea was in my head and I couldn’t get it out.

I’m by the pool one day and see this gorgeous Asian woman. She was there with her husband and kid. Our eyes meet a few times and she gives the playful smile as I give back to her in return. Later on that day, I see her again. This time she’s alone while her son is on a merry go round and I was walking through. My wife was getting a 2 hour massage so I had some time on my hands.

we lock eyes again and she smiles again. I decided to introduce myself and begin to work my charm. I walk over, say hello and we begin to chat it up. She tells me her husband was taking a nap and she was alone. I told her my wife was getting a massage.

I get right into it with her. I tell her that she is gorgeous and I could tell she was looking for some fun. She giggles and nods in agreement. She says she wants to have fun but she has to find some time. We converse for a bit and come to making a plan of how to get some alone time. It would have to wait til the next day unfortunately but a plan was set.

before I walked away, I asked her to give me something to make me want her more than I already did. She said hold on. Walked away for a moment while her son was taking another turn on the ride. She comes back, takes my hand, and gives me her freshly worn panties. She said, see you tomorrow.

I pocketed the panties and was looking forward to the next day.

fast forward and we meet up as planned. She was able to let me in her room. I knocked and she answered wearing nothing but heels. She opens the door, and seductively walks away into the room and lays on the bed. She tells me to get on the bed. I’m already rock hard.

she spreads her legs and tells me to eat her pussy. So I listen and do. She’s moaning, loud as I lick her clit and slowly finger her at the same time. I slide my shorts off and touch myself.

she tells me to get up, she’s a little bossy haha, and I stand, and she begins to blow me. She is quite the freak as she is gagging and choking on me. She tells me to slap her in the face. So I do. She says harder. So I do.

she bends over and tells me to eat her ass now, so I do. I’m loving this. Im

tonguing her ass and she’s moaning louder and louder. She doesn’t give a shit if the neighbors hear which is hot as fuck.

finally, she says to fuck her. Her petite body bent over in front of me. She didn’t say use a condom, like I had one anyways, and I begin to fuck her.

she wants it harder. So I fuck her harder. She wants me to pull her hair, slap her more, choke her, finger her ass. I listen to every demand. She screams as she orgasms.

I say to her to, as I pull her hair, “now you will listen to me you whore” and she whimpers and says yes.

I grab her hair, pull her onto her knees and ram my wet, pussy soaked cock into her mouth. She was gagging like crazy. I was telling her to taste that sweet pussy as I got deeper and deeper in her throat.

I push her onto her back. Get on top of her in the 69 position but make her eat my ass. As she’s doing it, I’m squeezing her nipples with one hand and fingering with the other. I make her squirt during this, a lot.

I keep calling her a whore and slut and she is telling me that she is. I tell her that whores like her want to take all the come inside her. She said yes.

Still on her back, I pull her legs up over her head and pound the fuck out of her pussy. She is screaming for me to come in her. As I do, she comes again.

I take my cock and have her lick me clean. Lay next to her. We exchange how amazing this was.

As I get dressed, she still laying there, I tell her to Make her husband fuck her and come in her too. When I see you by the pool tomorrow. Wink at me to let me know you listened. We make out a little bit and I leave.

next morning, see her at the pool, she winked, smiled, then bit her lip as she discreetly exposed her amazing pussy at me so only I could see.

part 3 incoming.

#nyc #18+ only #thick babe #beautiful women #thicc girls

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gracefulsunflower · 2 years

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CONTRARY - FINN SHELBY X READER; PART 26

PUBLISHED: 18/06/2022

!!FIRST PART HERE!!

Part 1

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I started squealing as we got into the carriage. I loved Ferris wheels, and heights. In the line, Finn and I had planned out the rest of the night.

I sat myself right against the wall, looking out at the people on the ground as we began our descent into the sky. They had gotten smaller and smaller. I looked out at the buildings. I noticed that we could see the Cut from here.

"Oh, Finn, look, there's Lizzie and Tommy," I pointed out the pair, on the ground near a cotton candy cart, and looked over at my husband.

He was puffing on a cigarette, eyes on me.

"Oh, Finn, what's the point of coming on the Ferris wheel if you don't enjoy the view!" I whined, making him chuckle as he pulled the cigarette from his mouth.

"I am enjoying the view." He replied with a grin, then winked, a cocky tone in his words.

"Shut up," I muttered, looking back out towards the scenery, feeling my cheeks get warmer.

I continued looking out at the scenery, watching the people mill around the fairground, and enjoying the funny feeling in my stomach as we spun around.

Soon enough, we got out, Finn threw any arm around my waist, leading us to the bumper cars using his map.

I spotted Ada and Karl in line, Karl with a balloon on his wrist.

"Fancy seeing you two here," I called out as we approached them.

"Don't you two look quite the cute couple," Ada greeted as we lined up behind her.

"Uncle Finn, uncle Finn, can you drive me?" Karl begged, and Finn shook his head with a small grin.

"I'm on a date with Aunty (N/N), sorry," Finn replied, pulling me in closer to his side.

Karl pouted, but nodded. I felt my heartbeat speed up at the use of my nickname.

"A date?" Ada asked, sounding surprised.

"Yeah, Lizzie forced us," I joked, although it wasn't too far from the truth.

I would be too, if we were being honest.

"Who knows, by the end of the night we might know each other in the biblical sense," Finn said cheekily, making me gasp and slap his chest.

"Finn!" I squealed, making Ada laugh and Karl look at us confusedly.

Luckily, I was saved by the person announcing for everyone to get out of their cars, and exit the ride. I started bouncing on my heels, making Finn chuckle.

I really did love fairs.

We moved up onto the black floor after Finn gave the man our tickets, and got into a yellow car.

"We gonna annoy Karl and Ada, love?" Finn asked as I pulled the padded bar down over our laps.

Love. My butterflies came back tenfold at the stupid little nickname.

"Yes — But Karl's driving so be careful," I begged, and Finn nodded.

"I will," He spoke simply, but the smirk on his face said otherwise.

After all of the cars had people in them, the ride started. We jolted forward, and Finn immediately started chasing Karl and Ada.

I felt someone ram into us from behind, making us jerk forward. I looked around and saw that it was Flo and Dinah, Flo cackling away as she drove, Dinah blowing us a kiss.

"Finn, get those girls back," I commanded, and he laughed as he started chasing them.

"Your wish is my command," He said, dropping a hand from the wheel and placing it on my knee.

I felt my heart speed up at the contact, making me grin.

•••

Finn and I had just come from the circus and our second Ferris wheel ride of the night. We were now making our way towards the giant slide, after our quick stop at a cotton candy cart.

"Okay, so we went on the Ferris wheel, bumper cars, tilt-a-whirl, flying swings, Helter Skelter, circus, thanks to your family for getting us seats in the front row, second Ferris wheel ride, carousel, haunted house, and now we're going to the giant slide. That leaves the stalls, one final ride on the Ferris wheel, then fireworks at midnight." Finn informed me, looking down at the map as I bit into the pink cloud in my hand.

I gave a hum of approval as we walked towards the wooden slide, me dragging Finn by the belt loop again. I had pulled my yellow sweater on after sundown, because the night air had a chill in it, even with all of the people moving around the fairground.

In the haunted house, Finn had put an arm around me 'in case I got scared', but ended up nearly pissing himself when a contortionist ran full pelt at our stopped carriage in a bridge walk.

We continued trotting along until we ended up in line for the giant slide. It was a big wooden slide, one you had to sit on a piece of hessian cloth to go down. We grabbed one each from the pile at the bottom of the slide. Once Finn and I got to the top of the slide, I placed mine down and sat on it, then waited for Finn.

"We should make it a race." I decided, "Loser does whatever the winner tells them to do."

Finn nodded, "I'd be up for that."

I waited until the employee told us that it was safe to go, then started counting, "One, two-"

"-Three." Finn said, then pushed himself off.

"Finn, you bastard!" I screeched as I slid down after him, leaning forward and making myself go faster, catching up with him.

My hair blew back from how fast I was going. I whooped as I grabbed my hessian mat tighter. Finn bumped into me, sending me spinning around; making me shriek, the world turning into a blur. I reached out and grabbed Finn, making him yell as we tumbled off of the end of the slide together.

"Holy fuck, never again!" Finn swore, making me cackle.

"I won that one; you cheated, so I won by default." I decided as we stood up.

Finn didn't protest as I threw our hessian cloths into the pile. He held a hand out, and I helped him stand up.

Someone cleared their throats to our right, making us look.

Tommy and Lizzie stood there, Lizzie with a knowing smile on her face.

"(Y/N). Finn. Nice to see the date's going good." Tommy said simply, his blue eyes burning holes through us.

"It's going great," I said, interlacing my fingers with Finn's, who gave three quick squeezes.

"We'll be off then," Lizzie said, pulling her husband away from us.

I waved to the pair as I lead Finn away to the stalls. I spotted a familiar pair of men, then tried to lead Finn the other way.

"(Y/N)! Come and see your old dad and brother!" Dad called out, making me groan as Finn lead me over to them.

They were running a stall where you had to knock the cans over. I noticed oversized bears handing from the top of their stall.

I pointed up at the light brown one, "Dadda, Bonnie, I want that one."

"No can do, sister. You need to win it," Bonnie replied, leaning back against the bench of the stall, grinning.

My jaw dropped.

"Why!" I demanded, and Finn slung his arm around me.

"What do you have to do to win one?" Finn asked, and Bonnie cocked a brow as Dad smirked.

"Knock each pyramid over. No rebounds, no bounces." Bonnie informed him, "3 shillings; 3 shots."

Finn pulled the money out of his jacket pocket and handed them over to Bonnie, who gave him three balls.

"And I thought all Shelbys were good for was pushing papers around," Bonnie mused, making me roll my eyes.

"Finn, darling, ignore those two." I told him, "They're just trying to shake you up to make you miss, show them what you're made of."

Finn smirked, and started throwing the balls up into the air.

"Where are we going to put that bear in our apartment, love?" Finn asked, juggling the balls.

"You haven't even thrown a ball yet," Bonnie interjected.

Dad watched on in amusement, and I stayed silent as I leaned against the bench, watching the pair.

"I don't need to just yet; because I know I'm gonna knock 'em down. So, again, where are we going to put the bear?" Finn asked, turning back to face me, a cocky smirk on his face.

"If you miss I'll make my daughter divorce you," Dad called out to Finn, making me give Dad a death glare.

"In my room, at the foot of the bed," I answered my husband, and that was all it took for Finn to straighten up his stance and focus, then throw the three balls lightning fast, effectively knocking over the three towers.

Dad's eyebrows shot up in surprise, and Bonnie begrudgingly got the light brown bear down and gave it to me.

"I was just teasing, you know, didn't mean anything by it," Bonnie said to Finn, who gave him a boyish grin in return.

"I know, but what my wife wants," He then threw an arm around me, "She gets."

"See you later," I said as we walked along.

I looked around the stalls, trying to find something fun.

"Roll a penny, Finn I want to try it!" I pleaded, and he sighed but led me over there.

I knew that he thought it would just be a waste of money because it was a luck game but I tended to get lucky when it came to it.

Finn paid the girl running the stall, and I got three pennies.

I placed the little wooden wedge on the edge of the table, then dropped my first penny into the slot, then moved the wedge towards the paper, a bit towards the left, and dropped the penny again. I moved my penny right to the edge of the paper on the right, and dropped it into the slot, waiting for it to stop rolling and hit the paper with a clatter. I looked at my three coins. They all landed on 'WIN' squares.

"Congratulations, you can pick five prizes." The girl said blandly, sounding like she didn't even want to be there.

How boring. I'd want to be at a fairground working. You always got free rides.

"Erm, that sliding whistle, that plastic tiara, that bunch of temporary tattoos, and ... two of those friendship bracelets." I said, pointing to each one.

Finn grabbed the prizes off of the girl for me, putting the whistle, temporary tattoos, and friendship bracelets into his jacket pocket. He turned to me with the tiara in his hand, placing it onto my head gently.

"A tiara for the Queen of Onions," Finn dubbed gravely, then started laughing at my scandalised face.

"Queen of onions? Couldn't you have thought of anything better!" I exclaimed, watching him go red in the face as he cackled.

"It was either that or the queen of contrary ... ness. Contrariness." He announced after he calmed down, still giggling.

"For the last time, stop comparing me to an onion! And I'm not contrary!" I scolded, then spotted another stall and ran over there, Finn not too far behind.

"I'm no good at this one," Finn said as he forked over the money.

I handed him my bear, "Well lucky for you, I'm great at frustration."

I dropped the orange counter into the slot, and immediately started tilting the green bar using the knobs on either end, trying to get the counter to land in the notch in the middle of the bar. I tilted it left and right, slowing down every now and then as I thought it was going to land it the notch, then groaning as it didn't.

I tilted it towards the left quickly, then back towards the right, levelling it out. The counter landed in the notch and stayed there, making me whoop.

"Congratulations, pick a prize, pretty girl." The boy running the stall said, sending me a wink.

Finn stepped up and put an arm around me, "Yeah, pick a prize, love."

He then planted a kiss on the top of my head, making the employee drop his smile.

I smirked, and pointed to the giant bear, much like the one I already had, but this was a darker brown, "That one — For my husband, so we can match."

Finn grinned at me as the employee gave it to him, "Thanks, mate."

"Welcome," The boy replied, in a tone that told us that he was not, in fact, welcome.

"I think we've got enough material prizes, let's go try for money prizes," Finn decided, and I nodded, looping my elbow through his as both of us had our hands around our bears.

We didn't need money, we had enough, but it wouldn't hurt to win a few pounds, just in case.

I looked around for a fun stall, and Finn stopped, making me look up at him.

"Do you think I'll be able to make it up the unclimbable ladder?" Finn asked, nodding towards it.

"Nope." I replied, popping the 'p'.

You could make it up if you knew the tricks, but even then it was hard. Bonnie couldn't even do it and he was one of the most coordinated people I knew.

"If I win, will you give me a prize?" Finn asked, leading me over there.

"Sure," I answered, and Finn looked at me, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes," I affirmed, knowing he wanted a proper answer.

He grinned and stood in front of the employee.

"Pay a pound, try to climb the ladder. If you succeed, you win twenty-five pounds." The employee told Finn, a big million dollar smile on his face.

"Yeah, alright," Finn said, paying the employee, then giving me his bear.

"Want me to hold your jacket too?" I asked, and Finn nodded, taking it off and handing it to me.

I placed my bear on the ground and put his jacket on his bear, giggling as I did so.

"Wait," I said, making Finn look at me.

I fished a friendship bracelet out of the jacket pocket, then grabbed Finn's wrist, tying it on.

"For luck," I informed him, making him grin as he walked back over to the ladder.

Finn grabbed the sides of the ladder. He put both of his feet on the bottom rung, then lifted his right foot, moving his left hand as he did so, grabbing the side fabric of the ladder. I noticed that he put his feet at the edges of the rungs, not the centre.

Balance. That was the secret.

I watched him as he ascended the ladder, making it to the top with ease. I clapped, and the employee looked less than pleased as Finn dropped down onto the landing pad with ease, stretching his arms as he stood back up. I watched as his muscles flexed through the fabric of his shirt. It was a nice sight.

The employee grabbed the twenty-five pounds out of his pouch, handing it to Finn. Finn came over and I handed him his bear back, then picked up my own, and we began walking again.

How our legs weren't tired, I didn't know. Maybe we were too giddy to feel tired.

I noticed a man holding a multicoloured cube in one hand, and a pocket watch in the other, making me smirk.

"Finn, this way," I said, leading him over to that stall.

"Little miss! Do you want to try to solve this cube under one minute? You pay a pound and win fifty if you solve it under a minute," The employee said, and Finn bumped his side against mine.

I looked up at him.

"Are you going to get disappointed if you lose?" Finn asked, and I shook my head.

He grabbed a pound and handed it to the employee.

"Um, can you hold my bear please?" I asked Finn, who grabbed it off of me with a nod.

He started fishing around in his pocket again, and pulled out the other friendship bracelet. I grinned and gave him my wrist. He gently tied it around my wrist, leaning down and placing a kiss on my wrist after he was done, making my heartbeat speed up at the small gesture.

The employee cleared his throat, making me turn around and look at him, then gave me the cube, looking down at his pocket watch, "You can start — now!"

I started twisting and turning the cube, quickly solving the yellow side.

I went on and solved each side, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I raced to beat the time.

"Done!" I shouted as I finished the last side.

The employee's eyebrows shot up, "Forty seconds. You did it."

"Course I did," I shot back, making Finn chuckle behind me.

The employee reached into his pouch and pulled out the money. I gave it to Finn to put into his jacket pocket, zipping the pocket back up.

"Oi, mate, what's the time?" Finn asked, and the employee looked at him.

"Quarter to eleven," The employee said after checking his pocket watch.

Fuck me. We'd been here for a long time, but it only felt like five minutes.

"Is there a revolving bar here?" Finn asked, and the employee nodded, pointing him in the direction of it.

"I want to try that one before we go on the Ferris wheel, come on love." Finn said, leading me down towards it.

"Come on, hurry, I want to make the Ferris wheel before the fireworks are on," I urged, picking my pace up to a jog.

Finn jogged along beside me, and we made it to the stall. I looked at my watch. Twelve to. That gave us seventy-two minutes for Finn to do the bar, for us to ride the Ferris wheel one last time, and get back to the apartment building. We'd planned on sitting on top of the building to watch the fireworks.

The employee noticed us jogging toward him, and perked up, "Hello, lady and gent-"

"-Yeah, sorry for being rude, but how much is it." Finn cut in.

I had to bite my tongue so I didn't laugh.

"Pay one pound, win twenty-five if you manage to hold on for three minutes," The employee said.

Finn rummaged around in the pocket of his jeans, grabbing the money and handing it to the man.

"Okay, hop up!" The man said, grabbing out his pocket watch.

Finn put the bear on the ground.

"Finn," I said, grabbing his arm, making him turn and look at me.

I quickly stood up on the tips of my toes and placed a kiss on his cheek, right above the corner of his mouth.

"For luck," I said shyly, watching as a blush climbed up his neck and spread across his cheeks.

"I fucking feel lucky now," Finn muttered as he walked up to the bar.

The employee told him to hop up, and he did, holding on to the bar. The employee flipped a switch on the side of the stand holding the bar up, and the bar started to turn. I watched as he shifted his grip on the bar, huffing.

"You can do it, darling," I encouraged after the employee told him that he reached the one minute mark.

Finn continued to move his hands back and forth, his knuckles white. I was elated at the way his shirt was riding up ever so slightly, and the way it clung to him as he hung there, his muscles visible through the white fabric. The focus on his face was evident, his teeth clenched as he tried not to drop.

"Thirty seconds!" The employee said, looking up from his pocket watch.

I bounced on my heels excitedly as the employee counted down, reaching zero.

"You've won twenty-five pounds!" The employee said, grinning.

Finn dropped down, huffing. He fixed his shirt up and got the money off of the employee, putting it into the jacket pocket. At least one of us was smart enough to wear something with pockets that could zip.

"Ferris wheel, now, let's go!" I exclaimed after Finn picked his bear up, dragging him along.

•••

THIRD PERSON'S POV

You and Finn were currently ambling along the Cut, meeting Arthur halfway to your apartment building. You had half an hour before the fireworks started.

Finn was looking for good skipping stones to show off. He was great at skipping stones, one of the best in Small Heath. He found a heart shaped one, and quickly slipped it into his pocket.

"(N/N), look here, I reckon I can make twenty skips with this one!" Finn declared, making you look at him.

He was holding a perfectly circular one, and you urged him to try skipping it. He swung his arm back, then swung it forward and flicked his wrist, sending the rock skipping along. You both counted twenty-one skips before it sank, then cheered.

"That's impressive," You admitted, looking over at your husband.

He grinned back at you, feeling on top of the world.

"I can't skip stones," You revealed, making him gasp and place a hand on his chest, feeling completely and utterly shocked.

You looked away, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"I'll show you how while we wait for Arthur, come on," Finn said softly, realising his mistake.

You looked over at him, and he picked up some more stones. You walked over and stood next to your husband, putting your stuffed bear next to his.

He gave you a flat stone, standing behind you.

"Okay, so you always stand with your non-dominant side towards the water, so you can throw with your dominant hand," Finn explained, shifting your body so you were standing correctly.

He handed you a stone, "Then, you swing your arm, but flick only your wrist. You throw this at the water with your dominant hand, but you don't throw it down, you throw it across, but not too across."

You nodded at his safely advice, then tried it yourself, Finn whooping and clapping as you managed three skips with your stone.

"You're a natural, love," Finn told you as you spun back around and faced him, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him down into a hug.

"It's only because you taught me," You murmured as you pulled away, looking up at your husband.

Your eyes flickered down to his lips, which were curled into a soft smile.

A car horn beeping pulled you back to reality, and you looked over to see Arthur in a dressing gown behind the wheel of his car.

"Come on, lovebirds, some of us actually need sleep!" He called out, but you knew it was good natured teasing.

You picked up your bears and ran over to the car, hopping in to the backseat.

You felt slightly disappointed that you didn't kiss Finn, but no matter. You'd have time in the future.

"Did you have an alright night?" Arthur asked you, looking at you two in the rear-view mirror.

"It was amazing," You spoke honestly, and Finn slipped his hand into yours, squeezing it thrice.

Arthur smirked at your answer. Tommy and Linda would owe him, (and others) money. They had a few bets placed on whether you and Finn would have a good time, whether you would kiss or not, whether you would shag or not.

They all had no intention of telling you and Finn, though. What you didn't know wouldn't hurt you.

You bounced in your seat as Arthur pulled up in front of your building.

"Thank you," You said hurriedly and followed Finn out of the car, shutting the door behind you.

You and Finn hurried up the first flight of exterior stairs.

"Here, Chuck us your bear, I'll put them inside, grab the food, you hurry up to the top," Finn said, and you gave him your bear, then sped along the balcony until you reached the door that took you into your apartment building.

There were four rows of apartments on each floor, two on the exterior of the building, then two on the interior, split by a hallway. You entered the interior of the building, running up the hallway and multiple flights of stairs until you reached the door that let you out onto the roof.

You opened it, then walked over to the edge, sitting on it and dangling your feet over the edge. You shivered. It was colder up here. You looked at the time. Ten minutes to go. You watched three minutes tick by until you heard the door to the roof open with a 'bang!'

You spun around, and Finn was stood there, a bottle of lemonade in one hand, what looked like water in the other, and something wrapped in a cloth held against his chest with his forearm. He had a blanket around his shoulders, making you snort.

He hurried over to you, sitting down next to you.

You had cut up tomato and cheese before you left, so you could make sandwiches before bed if you were still hungry.

All Finn had to do was butter the bread, put the tomato and cheese onto the sandwiches, along with salt and pepper, then cut his into squares and yours into triangles.

As soon as Finn unwrapped the sandwiches, your stomach growled. He handed you one of yours, and you thanked him, then devoured the small sandwich, grabbing the bottle of lemonade and taking a swig.

He produced a handkerchief from his pocket, along with the temporary tattoos, "Reckon you can give me one of those tattoos?"

"I'd love to," You answered, sifting through the pack.

You found one of a cartoon pistol firing.

"Take your jacket and the blanket off," You urged Finn, who did so.

You opened the bottle of water and shoved the handkerchief inside, then pulled it out and wrung it out over the side of the building. You placed the temporary tattoo onto his left arm, then placed the wet cloth over it, rubbing it to make sure the tattoo under it was completely wet. Finn watched you as he ate his cheese and tomato square.

He looked down at his watch. Two minutes to go. He pulled the blanket around the pair of you. You grabbed it and pulled it around you, shuffling closer to Finn so you both had more blanket. He threw his arm over your shoulder, you leaning in to his side.

"It's starting!" You gasped, wiggling on the spot.

You watched in awe as the first firework ascended, and burst into a brilliant ball of blue. You barely blinked as the dazzling display went on, eating your sandwich, but you couldn't even appreciate the taste due to all of your attention being on the fireworks.

Finn, however, was barely focusing on the fireworks. He continually looked over at you, your amazed expression at the way the fireworks painted Small Heath's streets rainbow.

The heart shaped rock felt especially heavy in his pocket as he looked back out at the sky, absentmindedly tracing patterns on your arm.

What he didn't know, however, was that you could feel him looking at you, and every time Le looked away you would peek at him, admiring him under the multi-coloured light.

He looked gorgeous.

As soon as the fireworks ended, you groaned, and bit into your last sandwich slice quite bitterly, making Finn chuckle.

"Before I forget," He began, making you look at him.

He pulled the heart shaped rock out of his pocket, and placed it into your palm.

You gasp, and Finn saw your eyes light up at the small gift.

"Oh, Finn, it's amazing! I'm going to put it on my vanity so I'll see it every morning," You informed him, which made him grin.

He felt invincible. You made him feel invincible.

•••

You groaned as Finn shook your shoulder.

"You're bleeding, love," He told you, making you shoot up.

You could feel a sticky substance between your legs, making you whine.

"Go have a shower, I'll put clean clothes in the bathroom and change the sheets," Finn said, and you stumbled out of your bed, and into the bathroom.

It wasn't even daylight yet.

Finn immediately stripped the sheets and doona cover, going and putting them into the laundry. He grabbed his own sheets and doona, then went and placed them on your bed, making sure to put the fitted sheet on properly. He rummaged through your closet and found you a clean nightgown and under layers, walking to the bathroom and dropping them just inside the door, making sure to look the other way so he wouldn't catch a glimpse of you in the shower.

He never understood why men would go and do whatever women wanted when they were bleeding, but as he put the kettle on to boil and started to make your tea just how you liked it, he understood. Understood that you deserved to be taken care of, to be shown love. He'd go and buy flour just to make biscuits from scratch if you came out of the bathroom and said you wanted them with your tea.

As the kettle continued to boil, he walked down to his room and marked the day on his calendar, then marked the six days after it, then counted twenty-eight days onwards and circled the week there, too. He knew that women's bodies didn't run on clocks, but at least this way he would know to stock the kitchen with your favourite food so you wouldn't be left without.

§§§

okay so if I stick to chapter plans I should be starting writing season 5 in chapter 48,,, we're going to get a lot of Finn and reader action before then lol

Did y'all like the date or nah??

Love y'all ❤️

- Sunflower x

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angeryed · 2 years

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Op. 4 No. 2

“Piano”

Authors Note: Hi y’all sorry for the impromptu hiatus (: I’ve been more online in AO3 lately, but here is a fictional journal entry *wink* written by Frédéric Chopin (a.k.a. me if you want to break character) I hope you like it <:

Much feedback and comments are appreciated 🥰

The gleaming sunlight seeped between the silhouettes of the people around me. Music melted and failed to trickle past the curvature of lips and noises, falling flat or sharp within the confines of that neglected piano.

If only I could hold it in my grasp, past that crowd, I would, I would! What secrets did you hold inside that prudish lid? What could I reach from you? The breathy rests and legato ties between measures and bars, the velvety carpet silenced my steps as I made my way up to you like a father to his child. What damage has been done to you? I was here! I was here!

“Frédéric!” Interrupted Liszt, cocking up his head , “care to join the fun?”

That pungent reek of alcohol and promiscuity… hissing about for all to see and smell… “No,” I snapped, making my way to the piano. “Don’t you see what little respect you all have for yourself? Spreading your fingers and lips for all this, what is… what is this?”

I fought hard to keep myself calm. How despicable that sinful look on Liszt’s face still held the gaze of an admirable pianist! He used to be that and only that. I even gave him a piano for his use, until he declined it and set up a scandalous tryst with such an abominable woman. He threw everything I gave him under dirt and

“You strut about saying all of this,” I spat. “But have you ever thought about what I’ve been through?”

Before Liszt even had a moment to spit out a pathetic retort, I said again, “remember that time when you took what was mine in your sins and trysts?

“Stretched about in my flat, on my bed, right in front of my piano-” Breaths hitched against my tightening throat, as if Liszt’s groping, hungry hands had tainted the piano as well as his women. “Have you ever thought of how much you value over this scandalous tryst? Has the piano given you so little memories that you bothered to taint it?”

Those melodies simmering from my blood, as love haunted my abandoned piano like an echo, Liszt had all of that overlapped, blocked and sullied.

“‘Fantastic, Frédéric ! I’ve never dreamt of such a melody like this!’ You used to say,” I hissed. Gazing deep at his guiltless brow, poised overarchingly against his up-titled head. “Have you forgotten how I missed those memories with you on the piano? Have you, have you?”

His arm rammed against the keyboard. Dissonant strings strummed and broke a gasp from me as hard as awe.

“You really want this, do you?” laughed Liszt, stroking the dignity from our piano. He grinned before his cough cracked out of his caked face full of smiles and tears. “Even more than me!”

“Of course,” I laughed before his solemn face gave away how serious he was. “Of course!” I said again. “Why would I care about you? When you hurt it? When you hurt what we had created, what you created?”

The crowd faltered before us, and the sunlit room faded to a dim moonshine.

The memory of what was before surfaced into view again as Liszt retold, “what about the time when I had sworn my loyalty and love towards Marie, and you clapped for us?”

I laughed before his ex-mistress' excuse. “Did that relationship end well?” I guffawed, “that ended well? You use this as an excuse to justify what you did to my piano when it never ended well from the start!”

“You gave me my blessing!” Liszt shouted. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have wasted my life on her. Nor would I have taken the pains to hurt not only me but her as well! You said we would’ve been great together, showered us with shallow promises, and look what they’ve done to your piano - to me!”

I laughed at his tears and suffering. He spoke again, “you think this is funny?”

Liszt mustered a sneer beneath a mess of tears and snot, “you think this is funny — how you ruined my love life with a tryst scandal and blamed me for ruining a pathetic piano?”

“You don’t insult it like that!”

Liszt rammed another chord until the piano struggled under the weight of a palm of his fingers alone. Begging him to stop, he said, “you only cared about the piano — the only part of me you ever cared!”

“Indeed,” I said. “I don’t care how much you’ve lost. You hurt what we made together-”

“You made me and her come together,” Liszt interrupted, waving my letter about giving him his blessing from his pocket. “Remember Marie and my honeymoon in Switzerland? And how you gave us the piano as a gift and we humbly declined it?”

“That doesn’t justify-”

“It belongs to me, you gave it to me!” Liszt punched his words deeper into the piano as I begged him to stop. “You own no right to it. It is my property and I can do exactly what I want with it!”

“Franz-”

“You gave it away!” Liszt broke a piano string as his spit escaped his spluttering lips. “Everything I did to the piano was your fault alone!”

He cowered before me as he sank on the piano stool. With his height now shorter than mine, his head of curly locks blew against my coat. “I am innocent, Frédéric. Please, you must understand.”

He nagged at me, tugging at my clothes for understanding. Breaths hitching at the guilt I had shoved upon him, which submerged him like tears.

“You hurt us for Marie, Franz,” said I. “What we created, and I have been exploited by you of what we’ve made.”

Franz cooed as he rose, “I will shred every bit of hurt from you.”

Fixing at its wooden skin, he began again, “and you deserve every bit of it.”

Hours he spent fixing and tuning the strings of the piano, hacking away peeling paint and replacing it anew when I let him for the next few days. And during that period, smiles that snuck from my lips signalled him to continue.

He pampered the stool and readied manuscripts on the piano for me.

“You like it, don’t you Frédéric?” Liszt said. “I’m sorry for what I’ve done. I really am.”

“You think this will help me?”

Before Liszt made another move, I rammed a dissonant chord as he had done. This time the sound soured tears to his eyes and a snicker on my face.

“Isn’t this what you want,” Franz gasped. “Liberty? I’m making a change for you.”

He gazed up at me, in righteousness and fear, “You wanted me to fix your piano, right? To fix it! That was why you were so, so mad at me.”

“Who said I meant it?” I said, to Liszt, my dear piano. “I will make you pay every cent for what I’ve lost.”

Sounds strummed from his larynx, my larynx, as I groped with my fingers and sullied my pride for his music, as he had done to everyone else.

1835 / Frédéric C.

Ayo thanks for reading <3

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ramcharantitties · 2 years

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Ram taking care of sick reader???

s/n: since I have a fast today and my girlfriend didn't give me attention, im gonna channelize my need for attention here-

"Kisne bola tha aisa vrat rakhne ko" ram sat down next to you, porridge meal in his hand. he blew at the spoonful and tasted the front bit- only then feeding you. You moaned, giving a mischievous smile. "aapke chakhne se kitna meetha ho gaya" you said, stiffling a laugh- only to cough. he handed you the warm glass of water, setting back. You winked at him while drinking it.

You kept a nirjala vrat for him when he was out for a project. You only had a clementine the whole day for prasad, in the cold november evening- and then took a cold bath.

He sighed, feeding you another spoonful. "aap rehne do na, mai kha lungi" you tried taking the bowl from him, only for him to slap your hand away. "tabiyat ka dhyaan rakh lo, mai hamesha nahi hunga" he said and fed another spoonful, but you didn't open your mouth. "Kahan jaaoge" you said in a small voice. "tumhe chhodh ke" he forced the spoon in your mouth. "Mat jaao" you chewed at the warm meal. He stared at your wide eyes, small face. Ram smiled, blowing at the spoon again "ek shart pe" you gulped the bite "kya" you said, eyebrows furrowing. "Agli baar vrat rakhna jab mai ghar pe hun" he peered in your eyes and you nodded, looking down.

trans: kisne bola tha vrat rakhne ko- who told you to keep a fast

aapke chakne se meetha ho gaya- it got sweeter after you tasted it

aap rehne do na, mai kha lungi- hey, leave it, i'll eat myself

tabiyat ka dhyaan rakh lo, mai hamesha nahi huna- take care of yourself, i wont be here all the time

kahan jaaoge- where will you go

tumhe chhodh ke- i'll leave you

mat jaao- dont go

ek shart pe- on one condition

agli baar vrat rakhna jab mai ghar pe hun- only keep a fast next time when im home

this was kinda boring???

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blueikeproductions · 1 year

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-Snappy Snack Shack/7-11 combo-

Dan and JD clink their Slushee cups together.

Dan: Together again and it feels so good, huh? -takes a sip-

JD: Y-yeah, it … kinda does actually… -sips-

Dan: That thing you pulled at the caf today was a surprise. Fighting for little old me against Kurt and Ram like that. -sips- I didn’t know you still cared. -playfully winks-

JD: I… didn’t know either, but it… felt right. -half smiles- Sucks we both got suspended for the week, and not those Neanderthals Kelly and Sweeney… “Scored the winning touch down and exempt from scorn”. You didn’t do anything wrong, Danny-boy, what the hell…

Dan: From Hawkins to Sherwood, the world doesn’t owe you a cent, eh? But we move on.

JD: Move… -kinda flinches-

Dan: Oops. Poor choice of words… Um… corn nuts? -shakes the honey roasted bag he’s been nursing-

JD: Sure. -takes some- Um on that topic, not to drudge up old business, Danny-boy, but I gotta know… Why did you leave me…?

Dan: -takes a long sip, trying to figure out the right way to explain- It… happened so fast. I got home after our last adventure with the Super Demogorgon, and my folks have the house all packed up and a moving van waiting. Dad got a better job here in Sherwood, and we had to leave right then. Well not RIGHT then, I showered real quick to get rid of the Demogorgon goop, but still. When we got to Columbus the next day for a pit stop, I tried to call your house, but Bud answered and told me not to waste his time and hung up.

JD: -just soaking it all in-

Dan: I tried calling again in Gallipolis hoping you’d pick up this time, but … no. -swirls his slushy with his straw- I wanted to write, but I knew you’d be gone by the time it got there…

JD: You tried… That’s more than anyone’s done before. -shifts uncomfortably- I… I’m sorry, Danny-boy. I was so mad at you then… I tried to convince myself it wasn’t your fault, but … but… but… Dad got to me… And I’ve been sitting on that static… until now. -tries to smile-

Dan: Closure feels pretty good, huh? -smiles- We’re gotdang lucky we got to have it. The stars aligned in our favor, huh?

JD: -sips but gives a look of agreement- …Well since we got a week to kill, whaddya want to do?

Dan: Oh I’m sure we’ll find something to do. You know how it worked back then: we got into trouble or trouble found us, haha. …Heh. -looks a little disturbed, his mind wandering to Hawkins again-

JD: -recognizes what’s happening and snaps his fingers in Dan’s face- Just freeze your brain, Danny-boy. That’s what… works for me.

-They clink cups, take a big sip, and both recoil in a pained brain freeze. They look at each other and start laughing.-

JD: Care for another hit? -shakes his empty cup-

Dan: Haha, sure, I’ll buy. -goes to the register-

JD: -watches Dan pay, has a tired look but is smiling. Notices Kurt and Ram are in the store getting beer and magazines, and narrows his eyes evilly.-

-Kurt and Ram had been in the store for a while trying to keep their distance but had been also eavesdropping. They notice JD giving them the evil eye and decide it’s time to leave. Kurt drops some of his magazines, and hastily picks them up, and JD notices a couple issues of Stud Puppy, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and He-Man & The Masters of the Universe mixed in with the Playboy magazines and his expression switches to a puzzled look as the two jocks rush out.-

Dan: Everything ok, Jason? -is back carrying two drinks and hands one to JD-

JD: Huh? Oh. -takes his Slushee- Very, Danny-boy. -the two clink cups again and smile-

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Don’t apologize for your story (pt. 2/2)

Okay.

So. Some more words on this topic from yesterday.

One thing that I struggle with a lot in my writing is the constant fear that what I've written is too silly, or too overwrought, or maybe just plain not good enough to share it with the world. So far, though, most people are pretty cool about it when they actually take the time to read something that I've written, even if they have criticisms of it.

I try hard to keep my "short stories" short, even when I find myself thinking that they could use some additional room to breathe. There's a benefit to getting in, making a point, and getting out quickly, to be sure, but there's also a benefit to taking the time to expand on thoughts or ideas that are important to a story, too. It's something that I struggle with a lot: it's a hard balance!

But I'm also tired of trying to be defensive about how I write. I think it's okay to just have a big goofy scene with a lot of emotions and not explain it. Just have it there. It's fine. You don't need to explain stuff.

I promised another Kirby example, so here it is. It's also the ending to a Kirby game. Specifically, the latest (at time of writing) Kirby game, Kirby and the Forgotten Land.

You defeat the last boss of the main story by having Kirby wrap himself around a semi truck and ram it into the boss, a giant melting monster who is trying to slam two planets together, one of which Kirby is from and the other of which Kirby is currently on. This defeats the boss.

This is, bluntly, stupid as hell. But it works, because there's no wink or nod or anything, really. It just happens. The boss is floating in the sky, making it clear that he's going to kill you and everyone on two different planets if you don't stop him. So you stop him. It's that simple.

That simplicity helps to sell the scale of the story: this is, in fact, a very cool moment. Most video games are power fantasies, and Kirby games are no exception. Kirby is small and weak-looking, but through careful dodging and using his abilities, Kirby defeats enemies who seem like they should be much stronger than he is.

This is true of a lot of video games. Mario vs. Bowser. Link vs. Ganon. Mega Man vs. Dr. Wily. Sonic vs. Dr. Robotnik. A small character controlled by a skilled player defeats a big enemy. It feels good. And it must never, ever be ruined by pointing out that it's silly, because then it would be.

Kirby looks like a pink puffball, but he's really the pink demon. Other characters who know Kirby know that he's the strongest thing there is. This isn't even an exaggeration; there's literally no creature in the universe who can defeat Kirby. Multiple games have Kirby go up against something that can exercise power on a cosmic scale: Marx in Super Star, for example, uses a wish to have the power to conquer Pop Star, the planet where he and Kirby live. He's meant to be the strongest thing in the world, and Kirby still beats him.

I still think that Kirby Star Allies is probably the highest the stakes ever get: Kirby is fighting a literal Dark Lord of Despair, a god of destruction that has the power to destroy everything in the universe. Kirby does have the power of the Friend Hearts to make friends and summon powers that he doesn't typically have, making him stronger than usual, though. So you could make the case that Kirby isn't only using his own strength to defeat Void Termina.

In fact, there are few instances when Kirby is using "only" his own power to defeat a final boss. Marx is one such example.

Another is King Dedede, in the very first Kirby game on GameBoy. In that game, you fight King Dedede in a wrestling ring, and have to suck up the stars that fly off of the mat when King Dedede strikes it with either his wooden hammer or his body.

Kirby and King Dedede become allies, if not friends, in later games. In Kirby and the Forgotten Land, King Dedede is brainwashed by the villains of the game, donning a mask that looks like a wild boar and charging at Kirby with everything he has.

This is the song that plays during that fight. This is the song that plays when the fat penguin in a furry robe and a crown tries to beat you to death with a hammer. You have to stop him. You have to put him down. If you don't, he will kill you.

It's an incredible moment, and, after you stop King Dedede, he sacrifices his own personal safety for the sake of a random Waddle Dee, throwing the little creature into a closing elevator and facing off against a horde of foes by himself.

It is not a joke. It is not played for laughs. It is all very stupid, and it works.

I know I'm talking a lot about Kirby, here, but it's because it's so fucking easy.

I don't want to give a lot of counterexamples. I feel like it's a bit mean to do that. Here's one, though: I recently watched Thor: Love and Thunder. It has a few good moments. A few really strong, serious moments. A point towards the end when Thor, having been defeated by the bad guy, turns his back and says that he would rather spend his remaining time with someone he loves than waste it on someone who's beaten him. That's a powerful moment, and I won't pretend otherwise.

It's ruined when, a few moments later, Thor's rock friend feels the need to narrate in a silly voice that the character who sacrificed their life to save the universe taught everyone what it meant to be "worthy," and that's why they made a statue of that character, I guess.

Coulda just shown the statue without any narration! We woulda FIGURED THAT SHIT OUT ON OUR OWN. Could had the whole goddamn montage that gets narrated over without any narration, and we'd have understood every single fucking scene shown based on context and what we knew about the characters.

But then it wouldn't be FUNNY! And, as we all know, epic stories about the fate of the universe and battles between literal gods who used to be worshiped in the real word and random dudes who found cool swords HAVE TO BE FUNNY. If we can't laugh at the end, we might have to actually sit with our feelings, and who the fuck wants to do that?

I'm trying to rewrite the story I wrote last year about a samurai living on borrowed time and how he raises his daughter to be a killer like him. But he does it by accident. That's a big theme of the story. He doesn't want her to be a killer, necessarily, but it sort of works out that way.

The story ends with him crying in front of her. It's the first time she's ever seen him cry. He gives her a hug and tells her that he knows they'll meet again. It's an emotional moment.

It's also very stupid. I can't pull any punches with that moment, though. I can't let an ounce of humor into it. I can't wink at the audience and say "Yeah, it's kind of silly, right? There's no way he can know that. He's literally going to go die immediately after this."

That's the ticking clock, you see. From before his daughter is born, he knows that he will die once he's done teaching her how to use his sword. He's died before. The gods allowed him to return to life to finish his unfinished business, which, at the time of his death, meant saving the world from a demonic invasion with the help of several others who are mentioned in the story but do not appear.

Once that invasion was over, he made a deal with the gods. He was betrothed to a woman of status in another land. He needed to provide for her an heir, and to pass down his ancestral sword to that heir. The gods didn't like that deal, but they agreed to it. He had to get to work. He got married and sired a daughter as quickly as humanly possible. He founded a dojo where he could teach the way of the sword to others, because he had no experience teaching, and he needed some.

Five years and nine months after making his deal with the gods, his daughter turned five, and he told her that he was going to teach her how to use a sword, so that she could eventually use his sword, and that then he would die. That was the deal. That was always the deal.

He was alright with that. He'd gotten a reprieve from Hell. He'd been to Hell before. He lived a violent life before his first death. Nothing he did after that death would change this fate. He would go to an afterlife that was an eternal battlefield, a chaotic mess of violence where everyone is constantly killed and revived, until they're brought back into the great karmic wheel and given another shot at life.

He wouldn't waste his time. If he did, the gods would see that he wasn't fulfilling his end of the bargain, and he'd simply die sooner.

But just as he'd never been a teacher before, he'd never been a dad before, either. He made mistakes. He learned things. He was only thirty years old when his daughter's fifth birthday rolled around, after all. That's young enough to still have a lot of things you don't know.

During that first conversation, his five-year-old daughter accuses him of being untrustworthy, and a liar, because he tells her that he is absolutely going to lie and be untrustworthy regarding her training. It's okay to tell her mom that he's training her. It's probably best not to give her all the details. It's probably best not to tell other kids about it.

So how can she trust him? Well, he can't swear on his family name, because he gave that up when he got married. He can't swear on his life, because he's already lost that before. He can't swear on his honor, because he doesn't have any. So he swears on the only thing he's got that means anything to him anymore: his sword. He swears on his sword that he'll never lie to his daughter, even by omission, and that he'll truthfully answer any question of hers, though there may be some that he tells her he doesn't want to answer.

She accepts that. She is five.

She asks him hard questions. He tells her hard truths. He disillusions her. Makes her cynical. Paranoid. Tough. He isn't sure he's happy about that. But he isn't there to be a good father. He's there to teach her his sword techniques. The rest is just stuff that happens along the way.

She asks him if he loves her. Loves his wife. He says he doesn't know. It is the truth. He doesn't know what love is. He's not a philosopher or a poet. He's a warrior who happens to have a wife and a daughter now. She doesn't like that answer. He doesn't like it, either.

At the end of the story, they have a final conversation, which ends with him crying and hugging her goodbye one last time. It is the first time she's ever seen him cry. He tells her that he knows they'll meet again, and she knows that he's telling the truth: he does know it. Whether they really do or not is, of course, another story.

He can never tell her that he loves her, but he does. He loves his daughter, for all her faults. Ones that he passed down from himself to her, and ones that are all her own.

I can't play any of that for a joke. I can't apologize for it. It has to be as raw and as real as I can write it, and I don't know if I can.

It's easy to make something light-hearted. To twist a moment like that into a joke.

I do it in my novel, the one I'm going to start working on again next month. There was a long break, almost four months, between finishing the first draft and starting the second, but classes are starting in September, and I'm going to have to get back to it.

In that story, the main character, who I'm thinking of renaming to William so that he doesn't have such a modern-sounding name as "Kevin," tells Katia, the massive orc woman covered in battle scars, that he loves her. He tells her this because he is worried for her safety. He doesn't want her to get killed, but he knows that the path she's on is going to lead to her death.

The trouble, of course, is that she knows it, too, and has accepted that. She can't get off of that path. So when William makes his confession, and he puts his arms around her, and rests his head on her collarbone (because that's how much taller than him she is), she tells him that they should get married.

That's the joke. The moment that deflates the mood. It's a gut punch. You, as the reader, are meant to react the way that William does, which is surprise.

She's loved William, too, for a while, by then. But she knows that she'll die soon, doing what she's doing. Her reasoning, then, is that they should enjoy the time that they have together, as husband and wife, and have no regrets about wasting it.

That's not what William wanted. He wanted her to give up her life for him. But he does still love her, so he says only, "I'll go buy some rings."

Ha, ha. It's funny, and it's sad.

I don't know if it works. I don't know if I can rewrite it to make it less light-hearted. It's meant to be a gut punch when William shouts at Katia that he loves her. They're having a heated argument. It looks like things are about to get violent, and it stops cold when he tells her how he really feels. There's a minute or two of quiet, as she can't react, she's stunned into silence, she has to process what he's told her. Has to think of how to proceed.

Her decision is the second gut punch. It's not what William wanted, but he's going to go along with it, because he loves her and she loves him and he doesn't know what else to do. He feels powerless. He's swept up in her wake.

Is it an apology? It is me being defensive? Is it a wink and a nod at the reader, a little joke, a moment of me saying "Yeah, I know, it's all kind of silly, right?"

Maybe. I hope not. The fact of the matter is, I'm writing a novel where a guy marries an orc woman, and I want to try like hell to get the reader on board with that idea. She's big and she's strong and she's dirty and sweaty from the road and she only knows how to be a good soldier, and he loves her like he's never loved anyone in his life. I need the reader to love her, too, or else it all falls apart.

I need the reader to love my samurai and his daughter, too. I need them to love both of them, or else the final scene means nothing.

I can't ask you to love my characters and also to laugh at them. It doesn't work. I'm not that kind of writer.

Well.

If you read this far, thanks. Let me know. That would make me feel a lot better about writing all of this. It took a lot of time.

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bates--boy · 2 years

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Peter tried not to think about that conversation. There was so much more that Peter had to worry about, and he tried to put each and every one of those worries in the forefront of his mind, tried to worry himself sick with choosing voice actors and writing new songs and setting up a child therapist for Caleb and the benefits show. But no matter how much Peter struggled to keep his mind off that fated day, it rammed itself right back to the front of Peter's mind, bellowing loud and refusing to be ignored.

He's a bad influence on you.

And sneaking right along with that unwanted memory came a thought that froze Peter.

Thank goodness he hadn't met Mia, then.

He tried to think of it in jest, tried to add a wink and nudge laughing tone to the quip, but it took root in an impossibly terrible way. Mia, sweet woman, caring, fun to be around, adores children and the children adore her. But also a drug addict, a wild partier, and a purported homewrecker to boot. (It was the one time! Peter reminded himself. That you know of, his inner contrarian helpfully pointed out.) And because this thought took root in the worst way, it found its way to other names and faces, and Peter didn’t even know if it tainted them or if the taint was already there.

Ludwig, like an uncle in a way that Ivan isn’t, also a drug addict, and paranoid as all hell with an awful Russian complex that could end up breaking Matthew’s heart. Matthew, gentle soul whose nature has been used against him time and again, also a drug addict.

Is this the only way to deal with immortality? Addiction?

Alfred, the golden boy, the favorite brother, the wielder of power envied by almost the entire world. Also the hypocritical adulterer, one foul insult away from reminding his foe why he’s the empire of the world. And Cait, the deceptively cherubic voice in his brother’s ear, finding addiction in power, even by proxy.

Are these the people I want to surround myself with?

Francis, chummy and hilarious, never a moment without enriching tales of times passed. But also an alcoholic, and one can’t tell where a high libido ends and a sex addiction begins with him.

How are we all drowning like this?!

And Penny.

Oh, god, Penny--

“Hm! Sweets, are you okay?”

Peter sucked in air as if he was dragged to the surface, drinking in Naseem’s scent. These were not the thoughts that Peter wished to have at all, let alone when he had a beautiful man in his arms, his naked body curled against Naseem’s in another round of “exposure therapy”. “Yeah, I am,” Peter replied, his cheek pressed inbetween his love’s shoulder blades, eyes boring into the ceiling above them, taking in the floating dust motes that danced in the afternoon sunlight.

“Then can you ease up?” Naseem asked. “You’re crushing me.”

“Oh!” Peter loosened his arms around the other, kissing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry!”

Naseem’s belly swell as he inhaled deeply. “Thanks,” he sighed with relief. He settled closer into Peter and rubbed along his forearm. “...Talk to me about it.”

“About what?” Peter said, pressing his lips just below the spot of the first kiss. He let one of his hands trail down. He wasn’t ready for that sort of touch, not yet, but he found it just as delightful for them both to massage the pelvis, fingers grazing the tuff of hair there, teasing.

“Don’t distract me, Peter,” Naseem demanded. He reached back to pinch Peter’s thigh.

“Agh! I’m not! It’s nothing, really! Just a bad dream.” He snickered, then swallowed, placing his cheek against Naseem’s back again. “Just a bad dream about drowning, is all.”

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salty-basement-shroom · 2 years

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Ghost Pal

◇reader x ghost friend◇

It had been ten years since you last stepped foot into your old school. School was a time you didn't look back to too fondly, to be honest but nevertheless did you accept the invite for the reunion.

When you had graduated you had sworn to never come back, especially not to some shitty reunion party organized by the woman who had been the girl borderline bullying you in the past.

Sure she was nice enough now, even greeting you with a hug, but she never apologized. She and her white picket fence life, with a job that required more empathy than she had, and her two children, and her husband who worked at the car shop down the road could suck your ass for all you cared.

So why did you accept?

Simple, because it has been ten years and curiousity gnawed at you. How are all these assholes doing now? You simply had to know. Well, that was one reason. Another reason was also the cause for you sneaking around the dark halls of the closed school.

The meet up itself was in the cafeteria (it must have been a funny gag idea by the former popular kids) and you were instructed to spend the rest of the late afternoon to evening there and in the courtyard. Did you listen? Hell no, you were a grown adult who hated school more than anything, why the hell should you listen to them now?

No, you were searching for someone. An old friend.

The hallways were admittedly really eery. You kept the lights out and only used what little light fell through the occasional window and your phone flash light. You didn't want to be caught by the janitor, that would be really goddamn embarrassing.

Your friend always liked to hang around the biology lab when you were in high school and that is where you usually found them back in the day. Chances were they weren't there anymore but a little voice in your head whispered to you

"Go on." Yes, that was definitely them. They used to mess with you so much back in school, playing little pranks by calling you in the middle of class or while you were on the toilet. They loved to embarrass you it seemed, although they would say otherwise.

You thanked your crazy intuition and memory for bringing you straight to the old lab. And you thanked whatever god was watching you for granting you the luck of finding it unlocked.

Inside was the usual room, unsurprisingly not much had changed in those 10 years, even the cheap posters of local flora and fauna were the same. It brought a smile to your face as you slowly walked through the room and traced the wooden desks.

"Boo."

"M o t h e r f u c k e r -"

You painfully rammed your back into the desk behind you as you jumped violently from the voice appearing beside you suddenly.

"Oh, what a greeting, I'm hurt!" The bodyless voice pouted, now on the exact opposite side of you.

"Shush, who greets people with 'boo'?!" You sassed back and searched the room for your old pal.

And there they were. Sitting on one of the cabinets with all the microscopes sat the figure of what looked like a boy with tight black curls and dark glowing skin. The hazel eyes looking at you shone with mischieve.

"Well, good to know one of us didn't change." You sighed but couldn't help the breathy laugh escaping your lips. This was your friend.

They don't have a name and the way they look really are only cosmetic to them. They are a spirit.

"I can make myself a bit older so you don't feel left out." They winked and laughed afterwards, jumping from the cabinet. Their grin turned wicked as they suddenly appeared beside you.

You huffed "Did you just call me old?"

"No, because you are literally an infant to me. Train another 1000 years and we may talk." They replied and began sauntering around you as if you weren’t of any real interest to them.

"Okay, so now you call me a child?"

"Bingo."

"Oh look at the old dusty ghost using the language of the youth~ Where did you learn that?" You asked teasingly and their face snapped towards you.

"You are aware I reside in a school."

"It was a rethorical question, moron."

"You-!"

"Anyways." You cut them off before they could go on a tangent about how I was disrespecting higher forces or some bullshit, "What have you been up to, Frog?"

"Ugh, that name is so stupid."

"I know, and that is why I love using it."

You basically called them frog because you had discovered them for the first time in your freshmen year while you were cutting up a frog and they were way too interested in it. You had cut your hand from the shock upon spotting them floating above the desks.

"Well, I have been... here." They waved their arm around the room with fake grandeur and looked back at you, "Not much to it, really. I don't know what you expect to hear."

You hummed in thought "No, more so if you have made new friends?" You questioned and sat down on one of the tables. Frog leaned back and stared at the ceiling,

"Nah, none pique my interest quite like you did."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"The highest I can give." They lamented and grinned right after, "So what about you? Other than you looking old now, what changed?"

So you caught up with them, telling them off your job, your studies, what you were up to now. You also told them about your family. It was really nice.

Frog kept their dark eyes glued to you in so much interest that it honestly baffled you. They never were that invested in your life, only serving more as a companion to battle your loneliness and you helping them with being less bored.

"You definitely changed too." You stated with a small grin after finishing a story about a stupid colleague of yours. Frog perked up with a frown and suddenly decided to walk on the ceiling.

"I doubt that a spirit of MY age and wisdom would change in a mere ten years." Their face stopped roughly before mine and they looked down at me with a grin.

"Oh, yeah sure, the wisdom of leaving up toilet seats so kids fall straight in when they sit down, please grand me more of it." You rolled your eyes and ignored their souring expression, "No, but seriously. You are much more... interested. In my life, you know?"

"You think so? I am just being polite~"

"Ah, but that didn't change. You are still a shitty liar."

They suddenly appeared right before you and your noses nearly touched. Their gaze turned threatening but you weren't scared, "You really think you are that special?"

"Yes, I do." Was your nonchalant answer and they drew their head back with a huff "You are insufferable."

"No you."

"Not this shit again!" They growled at you and you couldn't help but laugh, one Frog joined with a soft chuckle. Your dynamic changed, yes. But it was good to know that Frog was still more or less the same.

"I missed your dumbass." They admitted and you smiled at them with adoration you hadn't shown until now.

"I missed you too."

A comfortable silence settled and Frog and you stared at one another. It felt meaningful and in this moment you wished you had Frog with you at your workplace to keep you company. It was dreadfull being a corporate tool so a ghost friend messing with your asshole boss would be amazing.

But also just because... they were your best friend once upon a time. As much as school had been horror, at the end of the day you had Frog by your side. Your mystical little secret pal.

Their eyes softened at you and you only remembered now that Frog could read minds. Lovely. They raised a hand to softly stroke your cheek.

".... you wanna prank your old classmates?"

"God, yes."

♤♤♤♤

Nothing much to say, I introduce Frog, a spirit that may or may not be a higher being trapped in a high school.

Just to clear up, Frog is not a dead kid. They are a spirit, not a ghost (I called them ghost in the story once cause I imagine a human friend of theirs probably wouldn't know their true identity and would simply either assume or not care for the difference)

#monster #x reader #monster friend #monster lover #monster x reader #ghost x reader #spirit x reader #platonic #gender neutral reader #gender neutral character

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