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souperbloom · 2 months

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strip. [A.I.]

you know i had to do it to em. i know we were all thinking it. ur welcome.

Ashton’s been hard at work on his upcoming album, and you want to let him know you’re still his biggest fan.

a/n: this was lowkey so rushed but idc i needed to get it out of my system.

CONTENT WARNINGS: smut!, pet names, dirty talk, unprotected sex (yeehaw), biting (???).

WORDCOUNT: 3.1k

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"Ash, food! Come and get it!"

It had been days since you last saw your boyfriend.

Okay, maybe not days. But it had definitely been more than a few hours since the last time since he had actually spoken to you.

Despite time passing, all of your days had been meshing into one; since they all started and ended the same.

Ashton wakes up; eons earlier than you have ever dreamed to. He kisses you on the forehead, stirring you slightly awake from your REM sleep. He then goes downstairs to make himself a coffee, washes the single mug he dirtied and after all’s said and done; he’s off to the home studio for the unforeseeable future.

You would love if he had, just once, let you do all of the things you still adore doing for him. Like making him breakfast, or playing music from your joint Spotify playlist while you tend to the houseplants and he jots lyrics down in his tattered up notebook.

But things have changed since the beginning stages of the album-making process. There were no more laid back days; no more idea bouncing sessions with his mates or trips to Mars on your outdoor patio after sharing a joint or two. It was all just work, work, work.

If you were more honest with yourself, you’d tell him it annoyed you.

But you loved him too damn much to care.

"Ashton! Dinner!"

You try your luck again at shouting to him, but eventually realize that the sound barrier between the kitchen upstairs and the studio downstairs was far too widespread for him to hear you.

With a disgruntled huff, you grab his dinner plate, and trot your way down the stairs into the abyss, as you so lovingly nicknamed it.

"Ash, dinner’s ready," You start your sentence before you round the corner and hop down the last few steps, making sure not to drop the plate of piping hot food. But when you enter the studio, you don’t see your sweet boyfriend hunched over the soundboard with a guitar pick in his mouth as you typically would.

Instead, he was lounging on the couch. The little leather loveseat that the two of you had picked up off the side of the road and got sent out to be cleaned. You figured it’d be a great addition to his workspace, while he was a bit apprehensive at first.

But after a month or two, he started to love his little leather loveseat. He’d use it to take breaks; or, in those rare moments where he’d share the music he’s been working on, it would be your place to sit.

On the couch, Ashton’s body was strewn. With his heather green guitar lazily rested on his hip, he mindlessly plucked a work-in-progress bass line. You swallowed at the sight of him, stopping in your tracks.

"You know, we have a perfectly good couch upstairs for you to be hammering out bass lines on."

Ashton’s eyes lock into yours, his steely face of concentration lifting upon seeing you. Yet, his fingers still slid up and down on the fretboard, as if not to lose his train of thought.

"This is my thinking couch. Can’t get shit done up there with all those windows. Makes me feel like a bat when I’ve been down here all day."

"I think you’re more like a vampire," you chuckle, setting down his food on the table beside him, "But still, it’s fucking lame."

"I admire your eloquence, baby… Lame how?" His eyes had reverted to the neck of his guitar.

"Lame, as in, you’re down here all fucking day and I miss my boyfriend. Sue me for being selfish but, I think my feelings are justified."

Ashton’s lips tug to the side, while his eyes remain glued to his musical progress, "Really? I thought having me down here was a nice little break from all the bangin’ on pots and pans we used to do. I’m workin’ on the real shit now."

"Screw the real shit. I miss you. It’s dumb that you have to be down here all the time."

You toss your hands in the air in faux frustration before planting them on your hips. But his gaze doesn’t waver. He knows you’re standing in front of him yet can’t seem to divert his attention away from whatever he’d been working on.

"Hellooooo…?"

He acknowledges you slightly, like a dog whose ears perk up when you call out its’ name.

"Mhmmm?"

A wry chuckle falls past your lips, "This is ridiculous. Y’know what—"

Out of pure frustration, and with lack of sense to do anything else, you take off your shirt. You weren’t sure of what possessed you to, but it seemed to be the right thing. Ashton’s mossy eyes popped up almost immediately.

You toss your borrowed t-shirt, stolen right from his closet, onto the ground.

"Well, glad I could get your attention," you gaff.

"You’ve always had my attention, baby. Just didn’t wanna lose my place."

A small smirk sprawls across your cheeks as Ashton fully sets down his guitar. It’s now lying horizontally across his lap.

"Don’t you ever get bored down here?" You ask, subconsciously crossing your arms as you remember that you’re now shirtless.

"I won’t lie, I do. And sometimes when I do, eventually, get bored, my mind likes to wander."

His reply is proceeded with a chuckle, one that’s laced with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. But his eyes continued a trail down your body, stopping at the waistline of your sweatpants, then back up to you.

"Oh, really? Where does it wander off to? God only knows what you think about when you’re locked away in the abyss."

"If I was a liar, I’d sit here and tell you that I’m only thinking about the shit that’s in front of me. But baby, I’m an honest man; you know exactly what I think about."

"Hm," you hum, challengingly, "Can’t say I do."

Ashton’s arm moves slowly as he leans back and rests his head on his palm. The star tattoo on his bicep flexes beneath the ambient lighting of the studio, and you can’t help but just stare.

"She’s standing right in front of me."

Your face tinges pink at his words, rubbing your arm bashfully as if he was some sort of pickup artist and you were being swept off your feet. It didn’t matter how long it had been since the day you two met, his charm never faltered.

"She’s in here? Right now? Wow, I’m starstruck." You try your hand at jabbing, to ignore the warm buzzing feeling in your stomach.

"Don’t play stupid, baby. You know you’re the only one capable of grabbing my attention like this."

Ashton shifts in his position comfortably. His legs spread a tad bit wider, and the hand not holding his head was now drumming rhythmically against his thigh.

He was taking in the sight of you as if he had never seen you before.

"Really?" You ask a question, already knowing the answer.

"Yup."

"Interesting…"

As your sentence trails, a thought bounces around in your mind for a moment:

Would it be the worst thing in the world to ‘put on a show’ for your boyfriend, who had spent the last six months of his life devoting his time, energy, and soul into an album for the world?

Would it be wrong for you to think about how much you knew he’d enjoy it? How much you’d enjoy it?

As the thought plagues you, rendering you momentarily useless as your stare darts around his dreamy frame, Ashton reads your mind.

"Strip."

"What?" Your mouth hangs slightly at your boyfriend’s bluntness.

"You heard me, baby. I said, strip."

That slack jaw of yours morphs into a wicked smile, wordlessly obliging to his command.

Ashton’s relaxed body sprawled out on the couch guffaws at you, as you hook your thumbs onto the waistband of your sweatpants.

You slowly start to sway your hips, matching up with the rhythm of some imaginary song. The band of your underwear peeks out over the top and once you notice that he had gotten a good look, you swiftly pull your pants back up.

It was called a strip tease for a reason.

Repeating the motions from before, you eventually shimmy out of those sweatpants, and are left solely in a frilly bralette and boy-shorts.

"Pardon the underwear selection," you giggle, "didn’t realize I’d be putting on a show today.

Ashton’s body language had changed slightly; you noticed the bead of sweat that had formed and began rolling down his forehead, merely at the sight of you. He swallows harshly before he replies.

"You could’ve walked out here in a paper bag. Wouldn’t matter a damn’ thing."

Your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth at his compliment. He never fails to make you nervous, even after all this time. His eyes alone were one of the most intimidating things about him. You could feel them searing into you as your gaze drops down to your feet, momentarily stopping your motions.

"Finish your show, baby," his words snap you out of your trance, "you wanted my attention, right?…I’m all yours."

As his legs spread wider and his head dips back comfortably to rest onto his palm, the confidence within you fronts again. With a cheeky smile, you reach behind your back, twisting around to show him your hands fiddling with the clasp of your bralette.

You hear rustling from behind you as you eventually free yourself from the fabric, wiggling out of it and letting the strap hang on the tip of your finger. You shoot a glance at him, over your shoulder.

"How’s that?"

He sighs, "Perfect."

With a flick of your hair, you turn back around, fully topless. To raise the stakes, you take it upon yourself to run your hands down the front of your chest and over your breasts. He groans lowly at that motion, grabbing his guitar by the neck and gently resting it at his side.

Now, at the most intimidating part of your show, your hands linger above the band of your underwear. Ashton gazes at you hungrily, slickly moving his hand towards the crotch of his jeans.

It takes everything inside of you not to whine as you notice his hand slowly starting to palm his bulge, held captive by fabric. It catches you off guard, and you freeze yet again.

"Nobody told you to stop."

Almost as if his demands were a form of hypnosis, you resume what you’d started. The band of your underwear hooks effortlessly around your thumbs as you gently tug them down, slightly showing off your bikini line.

His eyes draw in like a magnet, seemingly becoming less and less in control of his senses as you move.

Your underwear pools at your ankles; body completely stripped bare in front of your still, fully clothed, boyfriend. Something about his sultry looks almost felt humiliating, although that wasn’t something you were necessarily upset with.

It still drove you the same amount of crazy.

"Fuck," Ashton mutters, breaking the tense silence that had been lingering over your heads, "you’re a sight to behold, baby."

His hand was still squeezing at the hard-on in his jeans, the notch in his forehead growing increasingly more prominent as he fought to hold back his urges.

Without another word, you traipse over to him slowly; attempting to enchant him with the sway of your hips and the glittering of your skin beneath the studio lights.

"’Been missing you a lot." Your voice holds a certain innocence to it, acting as though you had no clue of the absolute turmoil your actions were subjecting him to.

"I miss you too," Ashton coos, "I bet my girl gets so lonely upstairs without me, doesn’t she?"

A chill runs down your spine as he slowly sits up from his slouched position, and anchors his hands on your waist. He guides your naked body gently onto his lap, letting you straddle him comfortably.

"Mmh, ‘does get lonely without you. Can’t think straight, sometimes."

"Oh, you poor thing… I’m sorry, my sweet girl."

The back of his hand reaches up to caress your cheek, words dripping with tender loving care, before he’s straining his neck to wrap you into a kiss.

The kiss starts off slow; gently nipping at one another and feeling the motions of your lips entwined. But as your hips subconsciously start to grind down into the hardened length in his jeans, something primal washes over you.

Your tongue slips into his mouth without any regard for savoring this moment, heating up the kiss instantly. The grip he has on your waist gets tighter, as his fingers dig into the soft flesh near your hips.

Nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth, Ashton groans, "Can’t wait much longer, baby… Been— been wantin’ to fuck you since you walked down here."

A smirk plays on your face as his neediness overpowers any other emotion present in the room. His mouth wanders down to your neck while he struggles to blindly undo his jeans.

While enjoying the trail of wet kisses inching down to your collarbone, you aim to help him free himself from his pants, fumbling with his fingers and the buttons with a soft giggle.

"Slow down, baby—" your words ring barely above a whisper, "I’m not going anywhere."

Ashton’s head pops up from your clavicle once he finally gets down his zipper, "Better not be."

To your surprise, Ashton was going about this a lot more unhurried than you had anticipated. His words read as frantic, yet his actions felt as though he was savoring each and every feeling of you. You didn’t want to disrupt the already perfect rhythm he had been keeping; so you let him continue on as he wished.

He scoops up your idle hand that had been resting towards the waistline of his jeans and moves it to the pocket of his briefs. Your eyes find his briefly, and a knowing glance is shared.

"Gonna start slow, yea? You okay with that? Wanna savor it… Haven’t been inside you in a while. Missed my girl…"

Swallowing back the excited lump in your throat, you nod, "That’s fine, baby. No— no rush."

Your eyes widen as he guides your hand, freeing his throbbing cock from his underwear. A sigh of bliss tumbles past his lips the moment you wrap your hand around him.

"Lean back, baby… ‘Wanna see—"

Following is command, you lean back, resting your hands just above his knees. You lift up your hips while gazing at him through hooded eyes, waiting for him to adjust.

It’s not long before he’s swiping his tip against your clit, bringing the both of you into a collective, melodic sigh.

Ashton was right; he hadn’t been inside of you in a while. The two of you had been so preoccupied with life that you had barely made enough time for each other. You’d almost forgotten what it felt like until he was guiding himself inside of you.

Expletives and moans immediately begin filling the room as you lower yourself down onto his length fully. His breath hitches, eyes glued down to where your bodies met.

"Fuck, baby… Missed watching this… Missed watchin’ that pretty pussy swallow me whole… Fuckin’— missed you."

With a slack jaw, you start your rhythm of slowly bouncing up and down, the feeling of him filling you up made you complete in more ways than you could fathom. Your walls tightened with each stroke, one more rough than the next.

Each time you lower yourself down to meet his pelvis, he bottoms out, snapping his hips up to meet yours and making you cry out in pleasure. His eyes can’t seem to decide whether or not to watch your face, or his cock disappearing inside of you.

"Ashton, please— Need more… More, please…"

He grunts at your gentle tone, still keeping that slow pace. He had mentioned wanting to savor this moment, but the look in his eyes said otherwise.

"C’mere," he pants, motioning with his head for you to lean forward. You, of course, oblige, wrapping your arms around his neck with a sigh.

Rather than you doing the work, Ashton had resorted to restarting that pace by snapping his hips up to meet yours. Your name rattles off of his tongue in grumbled mutters as his hold on you tightens, the sounds of skin slapping together engulfing his words and making them inaudible.

You allow him to fuck into you without any complaints, letting your eyes roll back into your head with each upward slam. It was obvious how difficult it was for him to keep his composure.

"Christ, baby," he growls lowly, "drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy."

Another loud moan is released from the back of your throat as Ashton abruptly stops his rambling by sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You yelp on impact, yet slowly ease into the sharp pain as he continues to bottom out inside of you.

"Ash, oh my god," you whine, overwhelmed with the sensation of your impending orgasm meshing with the pleasure of the pain.

He grunts beneath you, each thrust rougher than the last— you could tell he was close by the sloppiness of his strokes and his grip on your waist loosening.

His jaw clenches on your shoulder before letting go as he looks your disheveled face in the eye.

"Gonna cum… Gonna’ cum real’ soon… Please, baby… Let me fill you up— gonna’ make you feel so good…"

You nod without a second thought, your bouts of praise turning into incoherent mumbling as your orgasm creeps towards its peak.

"Cum inside me Ash, please… Let me feel you baby— fuck!"

Your body betrays your senses as your orgasm rumbles through you, Ashton following suit shortly after as he releases inside of you with one last buck of his hips. Your bodies collapse onto one another, the sweat and heat igniting a spark between you.

With a gentle comb through your hair, Ashton’s hand traipses down to the back of your neck. You could faintly hear his heart beating through his chest as he holds you, the two of you simultaneously collecting your breathing.

"Thanks for the show, baby," Ashton chuckles, petting your back as you regulate your vitals; his cock still buried deep inside of you.

You can’t help but hum, satisfied with the thought of letting your dirty fantasies dictate your actions.

"If this didn’t prove how much I’ve been missing you," You pop your head up to place a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose, "I’m not sure anything will."

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#ashton irwin #5sos fanfic #ashton 5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos #ashton irwin smut #ashton irwin fanfic #ashton irwin x reader

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mo0nlyte · 4 months

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(This is something that happened, so I'm making a story, just imagine phones exist back then for the sake of this story)

Imagine you are on your phone on Pinterest, you found it fun, why?

Organizing, making cute and or deranged unsettling (Possibly ones about cannibalism people think are "AeStHeTiC!1! 😍🤪", you always did question which ones where and weren't actual cannibals..) moodboards.

Look, ya are quite lonely, and your brothers aren't always fun.

Actually you're in the barn hiding from your chores at the moment. You really didn't want to clean up all those knives :(

You like to keep random things, your room is FULL of stuff you've found around the farm. You got a lot of your personality from the twins, and Bubba. You spent most of your time with them.

..or stuff you've taken but that's besides the point!

You had bottles from 1947, your oldest glass bottle is from 1937! You also have old pins, which you and your brother Chop-Top do have a rivalry over who has the coolest.. Nubbins is the mediator, saying usually something along the lines of "Ya both tied, they are both equally cool." In reality he just can't choose who he likes more sometimes

You were on your phone, you heard Drayton calling. Oh no. You put it on a hay bale and immediately jump down from the hayloft. It's.. big but you fuck around and find out too often and have quite a high pain and heat tolerance.

"(Insert your full legal name), Get yer ass out here!"

To say your stomach filled with fear was definitely.. an understatement.

What did you do to piss off Drayton now? No idea but you went to go see what he needed. Hoping you weren't in for a beating on the head or back, why? He didn't whip you, he smacked your back so hard with a broom you heard a CRUNCH. Yes, you were fine. Well mostly, definitely traumatized a wee bit.

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Meanwhile, guess who also had chores in the barn! The twins!

Guess who didn't lock, sign out, and brick their phone? You!!

Immediately they are nosey. What's their precious little-

..They didn't find porn, or anything like that.

Nah they just found the Spotify account, the notepad, which you definitely had a few issues. Specifically anger issues, you had some notepads you had to take 5 minutes to scroll through bottom too.

Your Pinterest was full of weird stuff. Odd animal pictures that look weirdly funny and distorted? Funny lil cannibalism boards, memes, a mountain of memes because you are either chronically yeehaw or chronically online, take that as you will.

They found a few moodboards about them, about our(? Your? Their? Ya get the point) Brother Drayton. Honestly it matched his personality.

Bubba's was cute and full of taxidermied roadkill, you had made both of theirs earlier, and rearranged it perfectly.

Then they found theirs.

When Nubbins saw it, you even had a picture of his knife and camera almost exactly, how cool!

You had Chop-Top's favorite band, maybe you do listen!

Then Chop-Top started hysterically laughing.

"W-w-what? What's s-so funny?"

Chop-Top gladly pointed it out.

Nubbins couldn't tell if he should laugh, cry, be offended, or plot your murder.

Meanwhile Chop-Top is dying (almost literally) of laughter. "That is the funniest shit I've ever seen her do, that takes the meat!" (You guys often don't say "take the cake", but "take the meat" as a joke.)

Fun fact, nobody actually went to school.. you guys were all homeschooled by big bro dray.

Chop-Top calmed his twin down after a while, still looking through the board, you had found many things you thought they would, it did like. You got almost everything right.

They are definitely plotting how they both can get you back tho.

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No, Drayton wasn't too pissed off. You just forgot to tell him where you were, and scared the ever-loving shit out of this poor man.

Once you got back to the barn, you climbed to the hayloft.. and noticed your phone was moved. You immediately went through it, but surprisingly nothing was out of the ordinary.. except your notepad had a new note.

"you'll end up worse<3"

Cheeky little bi-

You silently live in fear waiting for what prank they'll do next :(

#texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #chop top sawyer #drayton sawyer #nubbins sawyer #bubba sawyer #Tcmwriting #the cook #the hitchhiker

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disfordevineaux · 11 months

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What's kind of phone I think each Carmen Sandiego character has:

Carmen: That limited edition red iPhone that came out a few years ago. Because it is red, along with a red case with a red pop socket on the back that keeps.falling.off. It's also mysteriously in perfect condition?

Player: A Google Pixel because he doesn't want to conform to the status quo of phone brands and claims he made it 'hack proof'. He sticks by it and claims it's better than any iPhone or Samsung on the market, but it's really not. And he knows that, we all know that. And no phone case because he literally can't find one for it because no one has a Google Pixel. So why make phone cases for a phone no one has?

Shadowsan: They got him an iPhone 12 Pro, big enough for him to use and see the screen because he has to view it from a distance as, and I quote 'The phone lights make his eyes blurry.' It also had one of those wallet cases mums have on their phones. He left it behind when he went on his sabbatical and got a Nokia brick and an international sim plan just for calls.

Zack: The most disgusting, feral, warped, sticky, crusty and shattered iPhone 6 in white you have ever witnessed in history yet it works completely fine despite the glass you find lodged in your finger when you use it and the centre button that is just an empty hole to the motherboard. REFUSES to get a new one because he doesn't want to lose the headphone jack and claims that apple removing it in the first place was cash grab and he will have no part in it. And honestly dam right zack I am with you there my man stay strong King xx

Ivy: She has a custom made franken-phone that is made up of various parts from all brands across the board. Alot of the parts donated from Devineaux's pile of fallen soldiers that met their doom between the 18-24 months he was actively chasing Carmen/VILE before VILE fell. Literally a beast and has a military grade case that she also crafted which she had tested. It is literally military grade, she has a certificate and everything.

Julia: Currently, a Lavender Samsung Ultra 23 256gb storage. She got it mostly for the cool pen it comes with, and because it's lavender. She updates her phone model every 2 years and sells the latter for almost the same price she bought it for because she keeps it in pristine condition. She's only ever cracked a phone once and it shook Julia to her core. It looked horrific in her opinion, the hair line crack so bad it made her gag when she brushed her finger over it. So now she always has a nice, strong silicone pastel purple case and screen protector over her phone which she cleans regularly.

Chase: He went through 6-7 phones during the 18-24 months while chasing Carmen/VILE before VILE fell. Before then and now after, he had whatever the latest phone was the year he got it regardless of the brand, about every 2-4 years or until it kicked the bucket. During that 18-24 months, he'd walk into a phone store, ask for the latest thing, and be on his way. Most of them died in his care before he even had the chance to take the back plastic off. Now, he's in far fewer situations that indanger his life or phone. Or if he is, takes the moment to hand his phone and wallet to whoever is nearby for safe keeping because he really likes the new one Julia picked out for him (which is just the same model as hers but black). Julia also being the one who made him get a case. He had no idea that phones came with their own clothing options.

Chief: Only uses holograms. But has a landline??????????????

Zari: She once owned a black Samsung A20 with a yellowing clear case back in 2015 before she was declared missing at sea? That's all the information I can get on it my sources tried their best sorry.

Brunt: Doesn't need it because she can project her voice across vast distances. Get her a rolled TV guide and she can blast your message from one side of America to the other 🇺🇸 yeehaw and also because she's scared those 5g mega hd3g Max phone microwave rays will melt her brain if she gets one of those flat things and slaps it to her face like an genz zombie.

Bellum: Has 17 Ipads all with different cases on them.

Cleo: She has other people do that phone thing for her so she isn't sure what kind of phone she has and I don't know either.

Maelstrom: A telepathic link chip he had installed into his brain to connect to cell towers. It doesn't really work... Or do anything... But it's in there so.... Yeah?

Dash: A Samsung flip BECAUSE ITS JUST AS PRETENTIOUS AS HE IS and so he can snap it shut to prove a point. He's been through like 10 of them because he snaps them closed too slay-ily damaging it. No case because I have no idea how you'd even get a case for it?? Like it folds? I don't know.

Paper Star: Lives off grid.

Sheena: A white iPhone 11 with a gold trim case that has a huge crack down the front. The back glass is completely shattered, but it doesn't stop her from endlessly scrolling through those insta reels about reviewing different tanning lotion brands.

Crackle: An oily iPhone with the most humongous case you've ever seen. You could drop it and it would bounce around like a ping pong ball. The grease that covers the lens gives his selfies an air brushed vibe to them that he just loves.

Mimebomb: An invisible 1970s orange rotary phone.

Neal: That mystic purple conch shell with the pull string from that one spongebob episode that answered questions or something. You know what I'm talking about don't make me pull up a picture.

Topo and Chev: They share one phone so covered in stickers you can't even tell what kind it is but its probably an iPhone. It's filled with couples selfies and can only work when permanently charging so it's always connected to a power bank that is also covered in stickers. Ugh.

#tag yourself Im the invisible 1970s orange rotary phone #i was bored and inspired by my new phone #Carmen Sandiego #disfordevineaux #chase devineaux #julia argent #cs 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #carmen sandiego 2019 #cs ivy #cs zack

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ai-luni · 1 year

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nsfw hcs for merrick? i absolutely l o v e your writing, its so crisp i am literally crushing it up and snorting it like coke rn. also my boy is so underappreciated🥲

HE IS!! YES!! Merrick is so underappreciated. I need edits of him, I need fics of him. Genuinely his voice does things to me, I’m so obsessed with how scratchy his voice is.

It’s actually embarrassing how much I listen to the ghost’s voice lines. @lylesx got me so addicted to Rorke’s voiceline video and I kid you not, it’s an experience. Now that’s what I snort like coke.

And I’m so glad somebody asked because this has been plaguing my mind forever. Most childish gambino songs remind me of Rorke. Les, heartbeat, me and your mama, the redbone x bonfire mashup.

Thomas Merrick NSFW Headcanons

Now, let’s begin.

Save a ghost, ride a cowboy. This man can be damn rowdy if you want him to be.

He’s hot headed, loves a good bar, a good game of pool, like a true yeehaw blooded american. So if you get him to wear a cowboy hat, you’re really in for it.

Merrick is steadily approaching his older years now and having been around the block a couple times now, I think he’d definitely prefer a partner who knows what they want. That doesn’t mean you have to be experienced, he's just a little over the shyness of it all now. The man does not beat around the bush, he wouldn’t be a commander today if he wasn’t assertive.

Merrick’s not opposed to one night stands but he’s also started to make jokes that he’s ‘over his prime’. Unless you completely took charge and played all of your cards correctly, I don’t think he’d take home a woman in their 20’s.

The whole ‘innocent young girl’ act just wouldn’t work on him, period. He would love the idea of having a daughter one day, even if he had to do it as a single father. I’m certain you can find the correlation there yourself.

(On a different note, Merrick as a father - to a daughter especially - is incredibly protective. He’ll scare off any potential date until they find one he likes, he’ll be proactive if anyone was making fun of them in class and the house has many security systems built in. Not to mention the fact he’s a petty officer, so if his child doesn't do their chores on any given day, they’ll never live it down).

Merrick’s favourite thing to this date is shower sex. Warm water, a hot woman and all the time in the world. What more could he ever ask for?

Seriously though, he’s been a SEAL since he was 17. The man has spent his entire life tossed between aircrafts, navy carriers, land bases and raid sites. The most luxurious thing to him is a long, hot shower.

When he’s home alone, he’ll get himself off in the shower (also because it feels more private to him and it’s an easy clean up overall). Water running down his spine, palmed braised on the tiled wall. He’ll let his head hang forward, eyelids clamped. If an incredibly undignified noise wants to leave his mouth, then is the only time he’ll let it slip.

However, he’ll have you in any position imaginable that could fit in that shower. His absolute favourite is having a shower with a glass door facing the mirror above the vanity. He’ll press your chest up to the glass and watch as you struggle to find a comfortable way to rest your head. Eventually he’ll give in and yank your wet hair back to your chin and sit against the glass, leaving your throat on complete display just for him. Then there's your ass slapping against him, your curved spine shiny and wet. It’s not the best position to get the most of him in you and you’ll likely cramp up quicker, but if you can handle it, it’s the quickest position to get Merrick to finish.

Circling back to the daughter thing: man has a breeding kink. He’ll take any chance he can to ask if he can make you a mummy.

There was one time you were riding him, holding his hands out by his head. The sight of you alone taking what you need from him was enough to keep him hard long after release but then you started to talk to him. Tease him the best way you know how.

“You wanna be a father hmm? I’m gonna make you a father” He’ll groan like he was in pain and you’ll feel it, his dick deep inside you just as restless as his hands were. “What will your kids call you? Dad, daddy, papa?”

When he’s out on a mission, if he’s not thinking about the view of you in the shower, it’s your voice in his ear getting him off. And when you’re with him, then wrap your arms around his neck, let your hands roam his chest and whisper in his ear for only him to hear about how good of a father he’s going to be. He will follow you around like a lost puppy.

You did it to him around the ghosts once and they kicked up a storm. What nasty, dirty thing could you have possibly said to make him completely melt in your hand like that.

If it’s not a “mummy” kind of day, he’ll say “yes ma’am.” In or outside the bedroom, he’ll say “yes ma’am” and absolutely loves it when you run the show. He’s also an avid user of “that’s my woman” when you are doing something helpful or badass.

I don’t know about you but I am absolutely whipped for this man’s voice. He would be absolutely smitten if he found out what his voice did to you. Also another thing that should be talked about more here is that Merrick can speak spanish.

So if you’re being cruel and teasing him, he’ll send it back ten fold (He’s a massive tease and would love a witty woman). He’ll whisper right back into your ear, telling you what he wants to do to you, how hot you look in that outfit and sprinkle in anything in Spanish, until you're a shameless, moaning mess in public.

Merrick isn’t opposed to public sex depending on the situation. Mission are an absolute no and it’d be very unlikely he’d let go all the way when hiding out in a safe house.

(If you were with the ghosts hiding at a safehouse, he’d honestly see it as a game of ‘who can last the longest’. Both of you so so stubborn that the game has only ever ended the lot of you going back into combat or with Rorke or even Elias saying they’ll clear the room just so he can fuck you already. The both of you get so tense and strict just because you’re holding out on each other and the others find it very. very. annoying).

If you were at a bar or restaurant or cinema or even another ghost’s house, however, it’s fair game (granted you can actually find a spot you won’t get caught).

It all started in a movie once, only two other seats were filled out and both were on the other side of the room. You grabbed his hand, stuck it between your legs and started to grind against it. He may have given you the most unamused look but even when you finished, he wouldn’t let go of your pussy until the film was done.

He can be quite loud in the bedroom. Most of the time, however, he’ll only grunt and groan. He’s gonna be really worked up or angry to get a yell out.

He finds the maintenance of his beard quite an intimate thing and as much as a middle aged man can, he gets quite giddy when you trim it for him.

Having you sit on his lap in the bathroom with a comfortable silence. His hands instinctively roaming your back as you giggle. His smile makes it harder for you to be precise that eventually you hold his head still by the jaw. He wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off you as concentrated on getting this right for him. He didn’t seem to care as much as you did and just brought you into a kiss.

Usually if things escalate like that, you’d have to finish trimming his beard later in the night.

Like mentioned before, Merrick’s been a SEAL for all of his adult life. He’s been a ghost since his early 20’s and has become most of his identity. Seeing you in his ghost mask could then draw two responses out of him depending on how he’s feeling.

On some days, he’d hate to see you wear the mask, see you be associated with any of the violence that that mask has seen.

On other days and more commonly however, seeing you wear his mask does something to him. Seeing you let this mask that has become a symbol of him wrap your face, so willing to be one with him. He wouldn’t make love to you in it but it would definitely instigate the evening.

Besides he’s always thought the mask looked cool and you looking hot in it only confirms it. And then if the mask continued to smell like your perfume, even for a few days afterwards, he would be the happiest man alive.

#cod #call of duty #call of duty ghosts #thomas merrick #thomas merrick x reader #merrick #merrick x reader #thomas merrick x you

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p1nkcanoe · 11 months

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p1nk’s cowboy ghoul hc’s 🤠

yeehaw, let’s get it

wild west is probably a more fitting description, but mmmmm cowboys... ANYWAYS

!! mentions of blood, violence, injury, dishonorable and illegal activity, weapons...

swiss

every time I think of cowboy swiss I can’t get raven’s post out of my head. this man is adorned with gold and covered in tattoos--most of which are messy and self-done--and a sight to behold. he's all broad shoulders and a tiny waist, and sports the thickest, neatest mustache for miles. what exactly he does to make his money is a mystery. nobody really knows where he's from, or what he's about, but he tends to stick around town for days at a time before disappearing without a word, only to return days--maybe weeks--later and refusing to speak a word of his absence. he's known as a ghost to the locals, drifting in and out and working silently and without a trace of evidence for his story, and he likes it that way. swiss works for lots of people and also nobody at all. he's got connections all over the continent and is willing to carry out any task in return for a good check and a word with a wealthier man. he's got money buried underground in burlap sacks and old dynamite crates hidden in caves, evidence of his loyalty and unwavering reliability, and even though his hands are covered in blood he's carried onward by the mountains of honor on his shoulders.

aether

big boy’s the sheriff of a small town hidden around the bend of a river and guarded by hills and mountains. he’s a highly respected man, had gained his title and work through his high honor and kind heart, and he’s dedicated to keeping his people safe. he wears his big, golden star on his chest with great pride, but the sheriff's not as clean as he seems. he's got connections far outside of his station and dabbles in the very things that he locks "dirty criminals" up for. he's got a distribution agreement with cirrus and her moonshine monopoly, has sunshine as an acquaintance, keeps swiss sheltered, clean, and working for mutual benefit, and has dewdrop to complete the more dishonorable work that he can't complete himself. aether has a prideful reputation to uphold but he still sleeps with one eye open at night. nobody here is a saint.

dewdrop

dew’s aether’s right hand. he does all the dirty work- the things that aeth can’t do himself without risking his reputation. and he’s good at what he does. he’s silent, stealthy, and isn’t afraid to take an extra risk to finish what needs to be done. this kind of work comes with a price, though. dew’s done some things that he’ll never speak of, not even with aether, but as long as he sits down with him at the end of a long day and joins him for a beer they don't press too far into it. dew's quiet. he doesn't speak much but he has a temper that's unusually short and tends to get him into stupid barfights that he knows he won't walk away the winner from. sure, he's dispatched countless men, but he's still not the biggest guy in the bar... sometimes he feels like he needs a little pain for the things he's done; the things he's seen. an eye for an eye, as they say. it's the closest he'll get to experience peace of mind.

cumulus

cumulus is the daughter of a wealthy barkeep. her family has owned the tavern in town for generations and you can usually find her there, playing the piano and keeping drunken men entertained with her charm, pretty teeth, and big curly blonde hair. but don’t get it wrong—lus holds her own and she keeps both the regulars and the stragglers in line with nothing but her own two fists—and you better not get her daddy involved if you know what’s good for you. she may be a good girl in the books but she's got her own contracts behind the scenes. she's got a regular who comes in once every week or so and stocks their shelves with 'shine. as far as anyone is concerned, it's on request and with good word from the sheriff, but in reality she's managed to catch the eye of the best moonshiner in the state. sure, she completes the business end of the contract and makes sure the cabinets are full, but their personal affairs after hours are solely a business of their own.

sunshine

sunshine is a deadly motherfucker. she may not look like much but there's a saying that goes around that claims that she's never missed a shot. she runs around with a gang up in the hills and occasionally comes into town to visit the tavern and spend some coin in the shops (it's rumored that she's got a little something for the piano girl, but nobody's ever had the balls to ask around). she operates on her own time and by her own rules; no questions asked and no compromises. what she says, goes. and that's a threat. it's true that sometimes the sheriff's a little iffy about her presence, but she's assured him a million times that as long as he lets her slide by that she'll leave him alone. she's not usually one to make deals or partnerships outside her gang, but she is a woman of her promise and aeth has never put forth the idea of testing it. occasionally she'll roll in when swiss is in town and together they're a dangerous duo. that's what really scares the shit out of him. together they could take over the town in a heartbeat. but they wont. they're outlaws, not monsters.

mountain

mountain is a free spirit. he lives nowhere in particular, migrates from place to place with his camp on his back. he has a special bond with nature, enamored with the beauty of the earth, and he would much rather risk getting lost in the wilderness than to settle in even a tiny town. but every blue moon he'll wander in and say hello to familiar faces, sell some animal pelts and lost items for a few dollars, and spend a cozy night in the tavern--more than taken care of by morning. he's an interesting sight as well, choosing to wear handmade leather shoes over any nice pair of boots and sporting a hat made from a raccoon and possum pelt. he has excellent handiwork and if you ask nicely he might just bring you a little handmade article next time he visits (whenever that may be). "where you off to this time?" and "when'll you be back?" aeth will ask as he's loading up his horse again for the road, and mount always answers the exact same: "somewhere, and sometime. i'll tell you about it when I get back." aether always laughs, gives his horse a pat, and shakes his strong right hand. "just don't die out there," he says. "no promises."

cirrus

"what'd you bring me this time, pretty lady?" aether asks, lifting up the cloth concealing two dozen liquor jugs, maybe more. a thick stack of cash is handed over with his other hand. "only the best." cirrus is a moonshiner and she’s got her hand on the best product for a thousand miles in every direction. she built her business from the ground up, a careful process of trial and error, and eventually distilled her final product with her own careful hands. her shine burns like fire and goes down like candy on your tongue. it's the most potent product for miles and puts hair on a grown man's chest--and she's made herself quite the penny off of it. cirrus is a powerful woman. she doesn't put up with bullshit and handles the majority of her conflicts herself. she's survived a thousand bullets, they say, and walked through a million acres of fire with bare feet. she's invincible. the only evidence that supports her mortality is the loss of her right eye. she shields it under a wide brimmed hat embellished with rubies and feathers from birds found a thousand miles away. but it's never hidden. it's a medal, a warning, a token of her strength. at every point they thought they'd killed her-she always came right back.

rain

rain, rain rain… where do I even start? he’s a tall, lean boy with a pretty face who tends to get himself into all kinds of sticky situations. he’s quick witted, extremely unserious, but smart as hell. he’s also a master on horseback and quite the horse whisperer. he's usually up to his neck in mud or working in the stables, boarding and managing the horses belonging to visitors, but he especially loves it when a stranger comes in, one that stays for a passing night and leaves early in the morning. he'll strike up a conversation, perhaps use his charm to get some extra coins for cheap liquor from the general store... but the boy is also a petty thief. he can't help himself, it's a habit he can't shake. the saddle bags are the easiest, but pockets and coat jackets are just so much more fun. once he slipped his hand into the coat pocket of the town's own passing ghost, stealing an important looking silver pocket watch and a dollar coin when he'd cornered him in the hay shed with the promise of a kiss. he hadn't gotten away with that one so easy... swiss--as he now knew him--returned only hours later with the brim of his hat set low and a cigarette lit between his lips and rain cracked under the pressure of a steel knife to his throat. and for some reason after that swiss took a liking to the foolish stablehand. perhaps it was his charm or the promise of a kiss he never received, but he always made the effort to bring rain little valuables from his time away. they were the only gifts he ever kept from a stranger--if you could even call him a stranger. he just made sure to never question where they came from.

phantom and aurora

who...? who are these two stragglers who just rode into town? they don't have much and they seem to be looking to stick around... I guess we'll just have to wait and see what they're about.

p1nk’s cowboy ghoul headcanons are brought to you by the entirety of lord huron’s long lost album as well as too many hours spent on red dead redemption...

(tagging @crimsonclergy and @royalchachi bc they got cowboy worms like me fr)

I’ll probably end up doing more w this, going into depth about outfits n shi. but talk to me about your thoughts, I wanna hear em.

#I’ve been obsessed w red dead recently let it slide #cowboy ghouls #p1nk dab #the band ghost #ghost band #ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #ghost headcanons

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marslikestowrite · 2 years

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That’s my kind of night

Part 1

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Part 2

Part 3

Masterlist

Summary: You’re the new student. Not preppy, not sporty, not nerdy, you’re different, and lord knows the people of Hawkins don’t like different. You just recently moved to Indiana from Texas before the school year started, having lived on a 100+ acreage of farmland. Eddie and Jason get into a fight, and you decide to step in.

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Hawkins Highschool, Hawkins Indiana. Far from where you lived just a few months ago. Your heel clicked against the school tile, the sound from your boots getting drowned out by the constant chatter of the students around. Your parents decided to move from Texas to Indiana to get a fresh start. Your father used to fly Jets for the Navy before he decided he wanted to focus on a family with your mother. He got an honorable discharge, and you’ve been living off military money since. A few months ago, your father got a job offer lined up to work on jets, and had a decent sized property lined up as well, and decided it was time to move on, and he accepted the offer. You wanted to stay, stay in your small home town, living life the way you were raised to live, but since you got into trouble quite often, you were forced to repeat your senior year of highschool, so you were also forced to move with your parents, kissing you childhood farm goodbye. You sent all your cattle, horses, and animals over, and then moved. You wanted to go back. You adjusted your hat, as well as your aviators, and you definitely stuck out like a sore thumb as you walked into the cafeteria.

The room was bustling with cheerleaders, jocks, band kids, every type of click you could imagine, and you still stood out, being the only one dressed in what the students of Hawkins would call a “Yeehaw” outfit. Stares were given to you, and words were muttered as you leaned against a wall, minding your own business. Your sunglasses shielded your wandering eyes as you took in your surroundings, making sure to know everything that was going on, where it was going on, and how it was going on. You were going to graduate, and get the hell out of highschool, that was your main priority. You heard the sound of chairs screeching against the tile, making your nose scrunch as the sound burned your ears, you looked up from your gaze at the ground, to see people crowded around in a large circle, supposedly around two people being loud. You used the wall to kick yourself standing, before your feet moved on their own towards the circle. You were taller than average, standing at a height of 5’10, you easily maneuvered your way through the crowd. “

“Still here Munson? Can’t believe you haven’t graduated yet.” A voice in which you’ll later learn to associate with the name Jason Carver said.

“Still running around and tossing balls into laundry baskets for fun, Carver.” Another voice retaliated. You looked at the two, one was wearing a green lettermans jacket, hair slicked back and clean, while the other was wearing a bikers jacket, with a shirt that read “Hellfire Club.” You eased your way back into the crowd, watching quietly at the encounter. No one seemed to care about who you were, they were all too engrossed in the argument. Fine by you. That was until gasps were heard, and you see this “Munson” kid, stumbling backwards clutching onto his cheek. Munson brought his fists up, and you almost broke out laughing. His form was shit, he’ll break a finger or two with the way his thumb was tucked. Carver wasn’t much better either, however he didn’t give the poor guy a chance, and he hit him for no reason. Munson punched Carver in the shoulder, and hissed at the pain. Called it. Carver then threw a hook, and punched him in the ribs, causing Munson to fall backwards, clutching onto his rib cage in pain. You sighed, knowing that they would hurt themselves more than each other, and pushed past the crowd, walking into the ‘fight’ circle, and standing in front of Munson, muttering some low curses to yourself. Ma’s gonna be pissed when she finds out I got into another fight. Your mumbling continued, cursing yourself as you locked eyes with Carver.

“Who the hell are you? You look hilarious!” He laughed, you could tell by his voice he was still hyped up on adrenaline.

“Who are you?” You retorted. You almost broke out in laughter at the way his face twisted in utter shock. Oh no! The new girl doesn’t know who I am!

“Who am I- Jason Carver. Now step aside, the freak and I aren’t done with our little engagement.” He hissed, a sigh breaking from your lips.

“Listen, I don’t care who y’all are, nor do I know why you’re calling him a ‘freak’,” You said, looking at Eddie.

“All I know is that you’re someone who can’t stand words, and has to fight over petty shit, he’s someone who can’t keep his mouth shut, and both of y’all don’t know how to fight. Y’all are gonna hurt yourselves more than you’ll hurt eachother.” You chuckled, hearing the students mumble and whisper to eachother. This new student, wearing very unfamiliar clothes, is standing up for Eddie to Jason Carver, The Jason Carver. Great, first day and you’re already on people’s shit list. Lucky you! However your thoughts were lost as Jason spoke again, making dead eye contact with you.

“What do you know? I’ve never seen you around. Must be new. How do you know I can’t fight? I don’t normally hit girls, but you’re really pissing me off with that ego of yours. So come on then, you want to see who’s the better fighter? I’ll kick your ass.” He growled, a smirk on his face. Welp, so much for graduating this year. You took off your hat, turned around and set it on Eddie’s head, before taking off your aviators, and handing them to him.

“Take care of these will ya’? If you break my glasses or fuck up my hat, I’ll kick your ass.” You said, smiling sweetly at him, to which he returns a nervous grin to you. Little did you know the things you were doing to poor Eddie Munson’s heart. His heart rate increased rapidly, and it wasn’t from the punches. It was from the way you were defending him, treating him normally.. Sort of.

“Now, where were we?” You turn back around, staring at Jason, and shrugging off your dad’s old Aviator jacket, letting it fall on the floor next to Eddie, revealing your white long sleeve. You roll up your sleeves, and bring your fists close to your face.

“We were about to fight, and I was about to kick your yeehaw ass.” He said, a grin on his face. He was cockier than you were. Time to wipe that grin off his smug little mouth.

“Lets tussle city boy.” You quipped, a smirk etched onto your face. Let’s say Carver didn’t like that.

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It was over before it was even on. He came at you first, trying to get a running punch in, while you just side stepped, making him off balance. You then punch him straight in the nose, right as he turns back around to look at you. Blood quickly seeps down his nose, his face scrunched up, as you elbow his side. He goes to clutch it, before you kick him down, him landing straight on his back, crying out in pain. A laugh escaped your lips, as you crouched down next to him.

“Thought you were gonna kick my “yeehaw ass.” Your retorted with a laugh. By now everyone was staring at you, some people with a look of shock, some with disgust, but one, a look of awe and love. You didn’t notice, but Eddie was staring at you like you just did the most angelic thing, even though you kicked one of the most popular kid’s in Hawkins’ ass. Jason’s friends helped him up as he cussed you out, however you just turned around, walked over to Eddie, took your hat off his head, and put it on yours. You reached down, picking up your dad’s jacket, before then grabbing your aviators and putting them back on your face. You left him sitting there after you said absolutely nothing to him. You pushed through the crowds, people letting you through as they were now absolutely terrified. New girl arrives from god knows where, on the first day kicks the popular guys ass. They think they’ll stay away. Eddie quickly gets up, and scrambles his way over to you, pushing past all the people as well. He jogs his way over, before slowing down and walking next to you in silence for a few moments, before he finally decides to speak up.

“So uh- I guess the propper thing to say would be thank you, though what I really want to say is who the hell are you.” He chuckles. You walk in silence for a little more, as he awaited your response. You sighed, knowing he wouldn’t leave you alone until you answered.

“Y/n.” Was all you responded.

“Y/nnn-?” He urged you on, encouraging you to tell him your full name.

“Y/n L/n. You?” You said annoyed. It wasn’t like you did something showstopping, you just did what was right, and now you have way more spotlight on you than what you had wanted. However, his face lit up.

“Eddie. Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.” He grinned, as you rolled your eyes.

“Well, L/n, I must extend my most sincerest gratitude.” He said, putting a skip in his step, his voice showing every hint of sarcasm.

“If you’re not gonna mean it, then you can leave. I don’t have time for your shit. I’m actually graduate this year.” You grumbled, and his eyes lit up.

“You’re repeating your senior year too?” He asked, still not leaving your side.

“The way you said that, and with what Carver said, I take it you are too. But to answer your question, yes I am. Got into too many fights back in Texas, have to repeat my year because of it.” You sighed.

“Well, I suppose we stick together then hm? I could show you around since Hawkins is definitely not your average highschool.” Eddie mused, earning a chuckle out of you as well. Oh the things he would do to hear more of your laugh.

“Fine then, I suppose you couldn’t show me Mr. Baker’s Biology class in this ‘not average highschool’ could you?” You joke, Eddie laughing with you.

“You underestimate me L/n. Because of that, this year you are going to be my lab partner, because suprise, surprise! We are in the same class.” He elbowed you teasingly, making you groan.

“Great! That means I have to deal with you everyday? I didn’t sign up to be a babysitter Munson.” You quipped.

“Well too bad. You’re stuck with me now, Ms. Babysitter.”

You had a feeling this year was going to go quite well.

I have ideas for this.. Should I continue it?

#eddie munson #eddie #strangerthings #fanfic #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #dnd

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because-she-goes · 8 months

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eros & psyche

warnings: big greek mythology references, angst, horniness, the use of the word babygirl, yeehaw!matty. Enjoy!

A scream rang out in Thea’s brain. The only images in her brain being that of Moros, of Calypso, of sirens leading sailors to their deaths. The scream was that of a dying soul, of anguish and pain. All she can hear is screaming and crying - all she can hear is misery.

The soft sound of Matty clearing his throat brings her back, reminds her that she is in Paris, Texas at the local dive bar with Hades himself holding her and calling her pretty - lurring her in. With a lick of his lips, her fate is sealed. In that very moment he looks like he could devour her whole, in one clean bite to her neck drain her of all the blood in her body. Leaving her cold and lifeless, with a single kiss. Poor boy, has no idea he’s dealing with Medusa herself.

She takes another glance at his lips, raspberry pink and as soft as a pillow. A smirk decorates them, slanting upwards toward the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. His skin is warm as he holds her face gently.

“Everything okay, darling?” He asks delicately, eyes searching her green ones for uneasiness.

The taste of vodka and peach still on the tip of her tongue as a deep breath fills her lungs. Inhaling his intoxicating scent, mind turning to hot lava trickling down her neck and to the base of her spine.

“Matty…” A half-sigh, half-moan slips past her throat and into the air between them.

“Yes, Angel?” he practically begs, thumbs now tracing her cheekbones.

“Give me something that’ll haunt me in the middle of the night, leave shivers up my spine. Leave me breathless.” She dares the devil, his eyes darkening. Wicked smile dancing across his features.

“As you wish, babygirl.”

His sinfully pink lips press into a line before blooming outwards again in a perfect pout, blossoming towards her like roses. Her mouth feels electric once it touches his, static coating her skin like a summer dew. The screams from earlier only get louder and louder as the kiss grows in intensity. His hands are in her hair, clawing at her scalp. She drags her manicured fingertips through his until she reaches the nape of his neck, pulling at the gray curls that just miss his shoulder. A moan rumbles through his throat and vibrates into hers. The texture of his denim jeans is rough against the soft skin of her thighs, the only separation being the even softer silk of her mini skirt.

A wicked smirk danced across his teeth and shined in the moonlight. An exhale leaving his lips - a sigh of relief from the tension that had been building all night. Screams of terror continue to fill her brain as his hand moves toward her chest, groping, gripping, teasing her sensitive body. Willing herself to not simply melt in his hands like every other girl in Paris, Texas had… her restraint made of steel. She would bet her life savings that the man before her had ruined many a good, Texan girl - that would end with her. Thea would be the one to ruin him because she would rather die than have her whole identity be ripped from her.

With a quick bite to his bottom lip and a rough shove to his shoulders, she separates herself before anything escalates. Not one to give herself to men that easily - being widely and proudly known as quite the prude in her college years for her ability to not succumb to the typical fuckboys of the American south. An exhale leaves her lips as she drinks him in one final time. His lips red and a bit swollen, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. Hair in a million directions while still being attractive.

As for her, her blonde locks were messily thrown over her shoulders, eyes blazing with fire. The moaning and screams come thundering back to her.

“See ya round, cowboy.” She turns, leaving him like a tumbleweed in the dust.

#the 1975 #matty healy #drew’s writing :)#roadkill #matty x thea #yeehaw besties ch 2 is finally here !!

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someone-always-cares · 8 months

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chapter 5, page 49

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[image description: an sac webcomic page. the page opens with a panel of the brick dramatically crashing through the window and shards of glass spew everywhere, surrounded by speed lines. lewis reaches through the new hole in the window and grasps the handle, and pulls open the shattered window. "yeah, sure, this works. good job" jade says as lewis helps her through the window, him already inside and kneeling on the counter, holding up the window blind for her. lewis's jacket is also hung over the windowsill jade is climbing through. the kitchen theyre in is oddly clean compared to the outside- aside from the glass everywhere. and brick. the cabinets are a dark wood with black countertops, and a dark blue tile backsplash. there is also a slightly old white oven. there's not much seen lying around side from a knife rack on the wall and a jug with a few utensils. end id]

please appreciate the glass in the first panel i spent so long and it looks so cool

yeah i had zero time to finish last weeks page as i didnt get back home until late monday. but it's here now! going to try and finish next weeks page early so there's no repeat because of this week's con! wish me luck- saturday has rail strikes so i'm going to have to catch a very early bus to get to birmingham. so i'm going to have to leave the house at- just checked google maps, 4:29 at the latest. preferably 4am to have leeway for unreliable google maps schedule, and having to lug a suitcase around for the 20 minute 4am walk to the only bus thats running to town that early. because i didnt walk to pay for 2 nights in a hotel. (hi to anyone who follows me after seeing me at animeleague birmingham in feb because im back again yeehaw)

anyway yeah those files for the last few pages of chapter 1 are a bit buggered, as is everything else on that external drive but thats not going to stop my comic from getting printed! also i did finish those cat pins. they look great

also, had the weirdest interaction with some vlogger the other week in london who walked up to me, asked for free shit, pretended to not know what a flyer was, and proceded to be weird about my pronoun badges. all the while their buddy was filming with an entire video camera. didnt ask or anything just tried to get a rise out of me for internet points i guess? didnt work but people will do anything for content i suppose

#sac #someone always cares #webcomic #comic #ocs #apparently thats not a normal thing to happen at cons because even the other artists were weirded out #anyway i'm very proud of those cat pins they were a hit #have a few more pride cat sticker designs on my way fingers crossed they arrive in time for the weekend

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thetornadodream · 1 month

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Writing Patterns

Tagged by the amazing @onlyelaine, you amazing writer you. Thanks for the tag!!!

Rules: list the last lines of the last 10 fics you've posted to see if there is a pattern.

10. The Chain on Our Doors Because Tyler Galpin was sure of one thing: as long as he was alive, he was never going to get past the devastation that was Wednesday Addams.

9. If We Don't Stop Wanting in the Long Dark When she kisses him again, it does indeed feel like a new season unfurling in her dark little soul, his soul curled next to hers, next to hers to stay.

8. Today We Feast Her pack was already right here.

7. All The Punches I'd Throw in the Name of Someone I Don't Even Know “And if you’re so intent on arson, maybe a small fire? There is a certain shed that belongs to a Xavier Thorpe…”

6. The Blessing Later, he would dump the rest of his coffee and whiskey, greeting the frosty dawn with a sober mind and a hope that burned in his chest like a good, clean fire.

5. The Difference Between Love and Danger “Tomorrow, we have to go back to see my mother.”

4. Pros and Cons He felt his lips curl into an unbidden grin, and he thought to himself how she truly might be the death of him, this dark, strong wisp of a woman.

3. The Mistletoe Solution “Come on, Tyler. It’s about time you took me home.”

2. We Have Always Shared a Language “Hate it for you, but looks like you’re stuck with me, cockroach.”

We're All Monsters “Let’s go finish this.”

Just realized that I have exactly ten Wednesday fanfics and I don't think I have a single pattern. Just pure chaos, yeehaw!!

#i'm just posting absolute nonsense #but i have fun with the nonsense #fanfic

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silver-ink-iron-words · 2 years

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Howdy partner,

You did a number on my heart there, last snippet.

I reckon it wuz like a prospector lightin' dynamite in my chest.

Not gonna lie, it hit a deep vein, had to hold back some waterworks later.

But there was gold to be found under all that rubble.

And this cowpoke's glad for it.

Don't mean I trust ya' or nuthin'.

I know how crafty youse writer folk can be.

Comfort one moment and angst the next.

I know your type's games.

I may have lived my whole life under the sun, but the sun sure as highwater didn't grey this cowfella's hair.

You drive a hard bargain but dang it if I haven't gotten a taste for your law(ful heart) breakin', dear buckaroo.

But 'nuff about that

You're the rightful sheriff in these here parts and I tip my hat off to ya'.

I reckon that, if you wanted, you could mosey on down and pen down another snippet and that'd make me none the wiser but would make me a lot the happier.

*tips hat to you*

Yeehaw, my fair writer.

*rides off on my horse*

Note: Graying (literal translation: whitening) your hair in the sun is an idiom in my language; it means growing old without without gaining experience or wisdom; to pass one's life in ignorance

Idk, I thought it'd fit here so I put it :P

(and you can probably tell but this ask is dedicated to, and it's genre was decided based off, my dear Villain 🤠💕)

Hey there again, partner

Hope you like this piece :)

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Clowning Around, Part 9

“This lead-footed fiddleheaded lunk,” the villain muttered, trying to get a better hold of their reins.

The hero still wasn’t quite sure what they were saying. But at this point, they knew it was best to just humour the villain. “You need to keep your eyes on the horizon,” they called over. “And sit up straight.”

“This ain’t bakin’ pie,” the villain grumbled. “It’s damn hard.”

“You’re doing fine.”

The two of them were inside one of the hero’s memories – the horse-riding lessons they’d taken as a teenager. The villain sat on a friendly old Morgan Horse named Peach, looking absolutely terrified of her.

“I’m still surprised that you went all the way to a cowboy dimension without even knowing how to ride,” the hero said, from where they sat on their Tennessee Walker.

The villain wouldn’t take their eyes off Peach. “Horses. Are. Scary.”

“You need to make sure you’re not giving her unclear signals,” the hero said. “Push forward with your hips, not your shoulders. And you have to squeeze your legs harder if you want her to listen to you.”

The villain let out a nervous breath. “Like this?”

They pressed their legs into Peach’s side, and she kicked into a gallop. The villain went statue still on her back.

“Pull the reins!” the hero called, racing after them.

The villain did just that, and the hero trotted their horse up to their side. “Sorry, I should’ve been clearer. You weren’t too scared, were you?”

The villain’s eyes were round discs. “That was . . . awesome.”

The hero’s brows shot up. “Yeah?”

“Oh, idea! I can see it now. We’d be a band of medieval assassins. Riding our midnight black steeds through heavy forests, brandishing our deadly weapons, hounding our prey.”

“Really, [Villain]? Assassins?”

The villain blinked. “Uh . . . how ’bout vigilantes?”

“Can’t we be Robin Hood types? Like, only go after the rich?”

“Fine, fine. Communists it is.”

The hero sighed. “Sure. Close enough.”

They started walking their horse back to the stables to remove his saddle and clean him off.

The villain needed a lot more practice before they could properly ride, but at least they were progressing. It was hard to keep track of time in this dimensionless space, but the hero suspected it had been a few weeks. They'd long ago learned to read the villain’s mood, and knew that the villain was starting to get a bit more comfortable on horseback.

“Hey, [Hero]?" the villain called after them.

The hero paused to look back.

“Thank you.”

The hero smiled.

They were about to say something in return, when the air started shimmering about ten feet away from them.

With a pop, a hole opened, revealing a secluded leafy forest on the other side.

“Oh my god, it’s a portal!” the hero cried, rushing towards it.

“[Hero], wait!”

The hero stopped, shot a confused glance back at the villain.

“What if we stayed?” The villain’s voice was soft. “We could just live here, just the two of us, in each other’s memories.”

The hero almost laughed, but then realized that the villain meant it.

“[Villain], I have responsibilities. A family who will miss me. A job that I need to go back to.”

Something shuddered closed on the villain’s face. “Ah yeah, of course. You need to go back to being a hero.” They dismounted Peach, and started walking towards the portal. “Alright then, let’s go.”

The hero caught the villain’s shoulder before they could pass through. “Hey, you’ll still be my friend, right? On the other side?”

The villain looked as though they’d been kicked. “Come on, be realistic. You’re a hero, I’m a villain. Ain’t much nuance in that.”

“We could make some.”

The villain peered over at them. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I am.” The hero held the villain’s eyes. “[Villain], I’m not going to forgive everything you’ve done. But you’re a person, and you deserve companionship as much as anyone else. And, fuck, I deserve those things too. So don’t try to decide for me if I can be your friend or not. I can handle that myself.”

The villain looked taken aback. “So . . . you’re not going to arrest me, then?”

“I won’t. Though I can’t stop other superheroes from trying.”

The villain quirked a grin. “What? Don’t think they’ll succeed?”

“Against you? I certainly don’t like their odds.”

The villain’s smile turned embarrassed. Then, growing solemn, they turned their attention back to the portal. “You really think we can do it?”

“I know we can.”

Together, the two of them returned home.

Part 10

#villain #hero #hero x villain #villain x hero #villains and heroes #heroes and villains #writing #writing snippet #writeblr #snippet #lol hope this one hurt less #i think the next snippet will be the end of the series #things are starting to wind down

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