#purple Kia...
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Get sauced idiot
#honkai impact#sirin#siegfried kaslana#space colony au#memes#purple Kia...#GET SAUCED IDIOT#cat#my art#pre-installed tuna
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OH THEY ARE SOOOOOO CUTE 😭 THEY LOOK LIKE A WILD CARD!!!! LOVE THAT!!
#kia takes shit#submission#>>#love the tag lol#i hope submissions work. if not uh tell me ig .w.#i dont have a name for them or a cutie mark (or know if they‘ll ever get one cuz 1/3rd zebra)#all I know is that Ink‘s purple is very aggressive#and that I told myself ‚I can make the little sister later an alicorn‘#my hands hurt but hey it took one hour only!#<< their tags#they're so sososo cute!!
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Aki is terrible with tech. I mean like. This bad;
#obviously aki is monarch but#paresse or someone else fairly tolerant is cy yu (grey text)#rage is joel (purple)#and kia is liz(red)#matsue misaki#ress talks
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Lena!! ❤️❤️❤️
I finally thought of a request for my fav MPIND Matty 🤭
Maybe something with girlie using a toy on him? Maybe a vibrator? Overstimulation perhaps?
-Sugar-coat-it <3 <3 <3
@sugar-coat-it This was supposed to just be a short blurb but i got way too carried away xx. hope u like it!!
Rush! - Matty Healy
A/N: This was so fun to write!! MPIND Matty lives in a special corner of my heart i think i might never stop writing for him. @beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff tysm for being my (half decent) beta reader and making sure this isn't totally shit. Enjoy!!
wc: 9k
content warnings: filthy, semi public?, but also not really, overstimulation, teasing, begging, dom! reader, most of the time, matty is a cocky piece of shite but we love him, grinding, bondage, marking, use of sex toys, specifically a vibrator, what else hmmm, both of them are high, so dubcon?, still in their right mind though, wow the content warnings are long
Everything reeked of cigarette smoke and cheap liquor, hints of Jimmy Choo’s ‘illicit’ lingering in the air around Matty. You scrunched up your nose at the scent, Matty obviously having doused himself in it while you were in the bathroom, straightening your hair. Soft music played in the background, Matty using his turn on the Ipod to put on some ambient stuff George had made (yup, George was a music producer now for some reason? Quarter life crisis vibes.)
Adam was on his way, his little red Kia primed and ready for a good smoke sesh in some parking lot somewhere. It was nearly winter, which meant going outside was hardly an option considering neither you or Matty actually owned anything resembling warm clothing.
“I'm not letting you wear my coat again. Remember what happened last time?” he says when he sees your ‘finished’ outfit; a pair of jeans and a sage green long sleeve top, adorned with white and beige rhinestones. How dare he even mention that day, the state you entered the house was completely his fault.
“That only happened because you booked it down the fucking street and left me there!” It was true. The two of you had been sharing his massive coat, both of your bodies easily fitting into it, up until he decided the last four blocks home were to be a sprint, and took his jacket with him.
“Touché.” he grins as you shake your head at him. Fuck him, honestly. You tell him as much, his only reaction being a simple shrug of his shoulders, and his attention was back on his reflection in the mirror, carefully applying glittery purple liner to his eyelids, giving him a sort of emo-fairy look. Ross’d take the piss out of both of you, all dressed up to go smoke in a car on a wednesday evening, but you knew Matty already had some sort of comeback prepared, about how at least he groomed himself, and wasn't desperate to be a ‘proper’ lad (cue Ross chucking the nearest object he could pick up in Matty’s direction).
Impatient as ever, you sigh loudly, trying to get Matty to stop hogging the shared vanity. You could always just go back into the bathroom, but his lightbulb was truly shit, and besides, most of the stuff he was using was yours anyway.
Finally, you give up on trying to keep the piece, and promptly shove him off the chair
“Stop doing yourself up and move-” he doesn't budge, hanging on to the edge of the desk for dear life, refusing to let you finish getting ready.
“Violence is never the answer- Fuck off, christs sake, fine!” he whines like a child, getting up and throwing himself on the bed, and you cringe as it creaks loudly beneath him.
“You love it when I hurt you, shut up.” you tease, watching the look in his eye dramatically change.
“Not like this!” he shoots back, flipping you off before grabbing his Ipod, switching to something more punk, heavy drums and guitar filling the space.
“Touché.” you repeat his own words back to him, and he rolls his eyes, sitting up. Taking the same brush, also using the same color, you frame your eyes with purple eyeshadow, trying your hand at a smokey eye. The two of you were matching more often than not, with Hann’s comments on it slowly getting on your nerves
“You both look the fucking same, its like you’re clones.” he’d overexaggerate, just to get a reaction out of a easily riled up Matty.
“D’you reckon Ross’ll have the good stuff this time? I can't deal with Hann’s bickering otherwise.”
You shrug your shoulders, looking at Matty from the corner of your eye. Maybe Adam’s comment rang somewhat true, seeing as Matty was wearing the exact same color scheme you were. Green Jersey top, definitely stolen from George, paired with blue, seventies style jeans, white and red trainers peeking out from beneath the too-long pants.
“I dunno, but we could go to the shop if it's shit, maybe get some wine?” you suggest. It was always 50/50 with Ross, and bad weed always fucked Matty off to no end, making him unbearable. Almost finished, you look around for your mascara, hands rifling through the piles of makeup littering the desk.
“Where’ve you put the mascara?” you ask, slowly getting annoyed.
“Left.” he answered curtly, engrossed in the newest edition of vogue. Sure enough there it was, bots of product caked around the cap. Coating your eyelashes with it, you hear Matty stand up and walk over to you. Setting spray topped off your look, and you run your fingers through your hair, smoothing it out.
Matty isn't particularly strong, but then again, neither are you, so the strong hand around your wrist was useless to fight against, and you let him pull you up. Face to face with Matty, you quirk an eyebrow at him. What was he playing at?
“You look absolutely gorgeous, darling.” you blush at the compliment, quietly telling him to fuck off, smiling as you see him grin at you. His brown eyes rake over your body, giving you a slow once-over, savoring the sight in front of him.
“Stop looking at me like that-” he cuts you off with a tug of your hair, smashing his lips against you. Surprised, it takes you a solid few seconds to properly kiss him back, utterly overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the kiss. His tongue immediately shoved past your lips, licking into your lips with fervor, drinking in every small gasp for air.
“Taste like sugar as well, so sweet.” He pulls you back in, deliberately not giving you an opportunity to answer. You feel his hands wander, trailing down your back and under your shirt, caressing your bare torso. His fingers toy at the band of your bra, teasing the clasps. Refusing to let you go, he presses your body flush against his, and you can sense every inch of him on your skin, like electricity, the smell of him travels up your spine, intoxicating.
The buzz of your phone snaps you back into reality. The guys, your plans. It takes every ounce of self control in your body to press your hand to his chest, effectively separating the two of you. Matty looks at you with a hurt expression, hands quick to cup your face, desperate to taste you again. Shaking your head, your voice is slightly as you tell him that the others are already outside.
“I haven't seen George in like three weeks. You're not the only person in the world, you know.” George was up to his eyeballs in Uni coursework (yes, Uni), and hasn't been able to hang out since forever, making you really miss him.
“I could make you feel like i'm the only person in the world, have all your attention on me.” he says with a wink, tracing your collarbones over your shirt. Matty was a hard person to say no to, with the way he peered down from above you, eyes wide, silently begging you to just stay.
“No.” you say firmly, grabbing your bag from the chair you were previously sitting on and slinging it over your shoulder. Instinctively, Matty takes it from you, holding it out of reach.
“Can't have you carrying your own bags, what would people think?” he teases, pushing past you and out the door, his footsteps heavy on the carpeted stairs. You follow him, heartbeat finally starting to slow. Already at the front door, Matty waits for you to tug your boots on, leaning against the coat rack as you did.
“What the fuck was that about, anyway?” The way he kissed you was passionate, hot, and definitely not something you just do on a whim. He tries to play innocent, raising his eyebrows and shrugging his shoulders.
“Nothing, just wanted a peck.” he answered, running his fingers through his slightly damp hair, still not fully dry from the shower he had taken a few hours prior. You scoff, looking at him in a ‘are you serious?’ type way.
“You fucking jumped on me, don’t be a such a dickhead.” you feel around for your cigarettes and light, smiling fondly as you realize it's the one Matty had gifted to you. “What was your end goal? You know we’re about to meet with the others!”
“I’m sorry for kissing my girl, jesus,” he exhales sharply, hand reaching for the doorknob, a loud honk sounding from the other side. Swinging the door open, Hann looks truly fucked off as the two of you walk down the driveway and climb into the car. Now usually, you would sit in the middle, between George and Matty, letting you comfortably lean forward to talk to Ross and Adam in the front, but it seems as though Matty had other plans.
Shoving past you, he settled into the middle seat, setting your bag on the floor next to your leather clad feet. George looks over, slightly confused at the new seating arrangement, but accepts it, going back to rolling the first spliff. The car starts, sputtering before actually turning on, Hann letting out a sigh of relief. There had been multiple occasions where his ‘precious baby’, as he called her, refused to start, leaving all of you stranded until Ross somehow managed to find the problem and fix it.
“See, this is what I mean,” Hann gestures to you and Matty, facing primarily Ross “They look like fucking clones of each other, its weird.” Matty reaches past the headrest and tries to smack him, causing the car to sway slightly as his hands leave the steering wheel.
“I’m trying to drive, fucks sake.” Hann mutters, pissed off now that Matty had almost made him crash the car. You set a firm hand on the dark haired boy's shoulder, lightly pulling him back into his seat. His legs are firmly pressed up against you now, and you feel a familiar tingling sensation blossom under your skin.
“Try to go steady, ‘m almost done.” George has this legendary talent of being able to roll the perfect spliff in even the most impractical situations, making him a god in Hann’s eyes. The car slows down slightly, and you see George lick the spliff closed, admiring his work. Matty immediately snatches it out of his hands, grinning from ear to ear as he sniffs at it, the smell filling his senses.
“God, you’re so fucking weird, mate.” Ross grimaces as he eyes Matty, watching him try to evenly light the spliff, failing miserably. Both you and Ross couldn't stand the earthy, stuffy smell of weed, constantly begging Hann to roll down the windows whenever someone decided to smoke in the car. Matty, however, had some sort of hash-fetish, and absolutely loved the smell of it, hotboxes being his favorite activity ever. He thought it heightened the experience, which was a load of shite, but he believed in nonetheless.
You were almost there, the Mcdonald’s parking lot being your end destination. Taking the scenic route, the five of you passed the spliff around, partially skipping Adam so as to not get him completely off his tits while he was driving. Matty agreed to rolling down the windows, seeing how nauseous Ross looked, with you not being far behind. Wind raked through your hair as you leaned your head onto the edge of the car.
Feeling at ease, peaceful and very, very high, you don't even notice Matty’s hand trailing up your thigh. He was just like that, touchy and overly affectionate with everyone, not just you, though, the type of affection did differ slightly. Scratching your skin lightly, you feel his fingers claw at the thin material of your jeans, grabbing hold of your panties through them. Your eyes snap up to meet his, and he pulls suddenly, letting go of the elastic. It hits your skin with a muffled smack, and you jump, noticing Ross’ eyes on you, peering over his shoulder.
Slightly disoriented, you don't even register Matty wrapping his fingers around the base of your neck, pulling you in for a hot, definitely too passionate kiss. Yelping in surprise, you sigh, almost inaudibly, into the kiss, letting him take control for a few seconds. George groans as he spots the two of you, dramatically shielding his eyes.
Realsing where you actually were, you pull away, shooting Matty a look that can only be described as ‘what the actual fuck was that?’. His skin is flushed, matching the color of his droopy eyes. Hann doesn't seem to have noticed Matty’s little PDA stunt in the back seat, blissfully unaware of the reason Ross was grimacing right now.
“I'd rather not see you snog, thanks.” Ross spits out, making a fake gagging motion as his eyes meet George’s, equally as unsettled as he was. Adam hadn’t seen the two of you, but the mental image was enough to make him join the other two in their disgust.
“What, you jealous mate? You can ask to join, it's no problem.” Ross laughs sarcastically, taking the spliff out of George's hands, taking a deep drag. He could sense Matty wasn't finished yet.
“You’d have to shave first, can't have you shedding all over my girl.” You still weren't used to him actually calling you that. It felt off, especially with your three other best mates staring at the two of you, silently wishing Matty would just shut the fuck up, for once. He was killing the soft, chilled out atmosphere with his incessant loud babbling, making George roll his eyes until you were sure they were going to get stuck there.
Ignoring the various groans of protest, he pulls you back in, basically climbing on top of you now. You giggle, partially because of the distinct floaty feeling clouding your mind, and partially because of Matty’s complete lack of shame, making him snog your face off just to rile up his mates, not really knowing how much it affected you. You pretend to be annoyed, shoving him off of you, wiping your mouth to really drive home the point.
“For the love of god, Matty, stop humping her, she's probably sick of you by now.” Hann says, making sympathetic eye contact with you in the mirror. He knew how you felt about the kissing in front of the rest of the group, not wanting to alienate them from you and Matty’s dynamic. The whole thing was a complicated mess.
His hand is still on your thigh as you squirm around a bit, you manage to gather your thoughts and speak for yourself.
“I quite am, fuck off, Matthew.” he tenses.
Now, to anyone else, you sound completely normal, if maybe a bit fucked off. Purposefully putting distance between you two, Ross reaches back and hands you the almost done spliff, and you inhale lightly, finishing it off. Matty is uncharacteristically quiet and you know he can feel your eyes on him. A warning.
He was prone to acting out like this, loud and obnoxious, almost bratty. To Ross, George, and Hann, this was normal, his fits a cry for attention, wanting all eyes on him, but to you, it meant so much more.
Stubbing out the joint, you throw it out the window, dangling your arm down the side of the car. George was calm, collected, and seemed to be enjoying life as Adam finally parked in your usual spot, turning the car off. Spreading your legs out more, you bump your thigh against Matty’s, making him twitch slightly, a soft smile spreading onto your face.
“Matty.” you say, his eyes darting up to meet yours.
“Mhm?” nudging him, you lift both your legs up and onto his lap, draping yourself over him. George is a bit startled, but guides you over his lap as well, letting your feet settle against the other side of the car, pressed up against the door.
“Fag?” George asks, holding out a pack of cigarettes in your direction. You happily take one, and so does Matty. Placing it between your lips, you watch George as he hands Matty his lighter after he lights his. His fingers fumble a bit, before finally flicking it on and inhaling the smoke, letting the nicotine mix with the weed, his face nothing but blissed out. It reminded you of what he looked like when he-
“Here.” he mumbles, holding the lighter in front of your face.
“Do it for me?” you ask sweetly, leaning your elbows against the back of your seat and the headrest of Hann’s, making yourself comfortable. His breath hitches as you shift, the bottom of your thigh pressing against his crotch. Two can play at that game.
The flame paints his face in an orange hue, and you feel the world close on around you. The way his delicate hand holds up the light to your cigarette makes your head spin, and not just from the weed. You feel George shift beneath you on the other side of the car, rifling through his pockets, pulling out a small baggie and rolling papers, getting to work rolling another spliff.
Hanns voice rings dully in your ears, asking George to hurry up a bit, saying he was nowhere near the level of high he wanted to be at right now.
“Let me do it, stop nagging.” George's movements are slower, his motor skills definitely more than just slightly inhibited.
“Good?” Matty asks, your attention turning back to him. His eyes are glazed over, red and half closed, and his hair falls over his face, indicating he’s long overdue for another haircut. Mattys hands settle on your knees, rubbing small circles over the bone, warmth blooming underneath your skin wherever he touches. You refused to let it show, opting to lean your head further out the window, admiring the stars glimmering above you, the cold of the night biting at your cheeks.
Matty can tell you’re cold by the way you shiver slightly, and he feels a bit bad, even if he did tell you to bring some sort of extra layer.
“I’m fucking freezing.” you state to the car, Ross turning around to face you, lowering his seat back a bit despite Georges protests.
“There's a blanket in the back, I think.” Hann nods in agreement, confirming his statement. Knowing you wouldn't be able to reach, Matty blindly feels around for it, fingers meeting a slightly scratchy, but still soft, knitted blanket.
Draping it over you, his hands linger on your waist, goosebumps forming on your skin as his nails graze your tattoo.
George is finally finished with the spliff, and hands it to Hann so he can light it. He greedily inhales, letting the feeling overtake him. A soft groan leaves his lips and you see the back of his head slouch against the headrest, lolling off to the side.
“This is some good shit, no wonder Matty’s so quiet.” Hann mumbles, half to himself.
“Told you, my guy’s the real deal.” Ross says with pride, like he’d grown it himself or something. Putting his feet up on the dashboard, he leans back, head craning to talk to Hann. Their conversation is quiet, meaningless, with Ross going on about his stupid bass instruments and chatting pure shit to a half dozed-off Adam.
George is in his own world, gazing out the window and off into the distance. He was tired, you can tell by the way the rings under his eyes were dark and prominent, evidence that he hadn't been sleeping much these days. Uni was truly kicking him in the arse.
A loud sigh from Matty makes you snap out of your thoughts, flexing your toes a bit, trying to stretch without bothering George too much. You feel a tap on your leg, telling you it's fine, and that you can move freely. George smiles at you from across the back seat, stoned out of his mind and looking like he was ready to pass out in the next five seconds.
“Y’alright?” you ask Matty, who keeps shifting around beneath you. One particular movement makes your legs spread, his big palms gripping the side of your left thigh, kneading the flesh.
His eyes flash up to yours, and the look he gives you is fucking delicious. Lips slightly parted, wet and swollen from his teeth gnawing at them for the past half hour, the sight makes your thighs clench, a cough escaping your lips.
The spliff makes its way to you, and you take a drag, your lips wrapping around it as you make direct eye contact with Matty. Your lipgloss rubs off on the filter, and you hand it to him with a smirk.
“I’m fucking knackered, I need to sleep.” George's deep voice cuts through the silence, and Hann nods in agreement.
“We’ve been here like an hour! We never hang out, let's stay for a bit.” Ross protests, sitting properly and trying to face everyone at the same time.
“Yeah, let's.” you side with him. Matty’s eyes widen at your statement, and he goes to speak. A sharp look makes him rethink his actions, and he slumps backwards into the leather, pouting at you. You grin at him playfully, seeing him start to do the same, before pressing your leg down, right onto his crotch. Underneath the blanket, not one could see what you were doing, giving you the perfect opportunity to fuck with Matty
“Fine, but I'm driving home in 20, whoever doesn't want to walk is coming with.” The tinge of annoyance in Hann’s voice is painfully obvious.
Time passes at a snail's pace as you continue your movements, thigh pressing down onto his steadily hardening cock ever so slightly, not wanting George to figure you out.
“D’you reckon Britney’s a good shag?” Ross asks, and you realize he’s holding a magazine, Britney Spears plastered onto the cover.
“Mate, maybe you shouldn’t-” George starts, but another voice cuts him off.
“Probably, I mean, just look at her.” it's Matty speaking, you realize.
His voice is drawn out and deep as he holds out his hand, silently requesting Ross to give him the paper. He’s taunting you, and fuck, is it getting to you. The way his eyes scan over the cover makes your blood boil, and you stare him down, warning him to stop.
“She’s fit.” He says, refusing to look at you as he takes a drag from the spliff, passing it on. His eyes finally dart over to yours, reading you like an open book. You were jealous, and he knew it. It was his goal, after all, to rile you up enough so you knew how he’d been feeling since that moment in your room.
“Hey Hann? I'm feeling a bit shit.” you lie through your teeth “Can we go?”. Ross tries to stop him, but with the vote being 4-1, he groans as the car sputters on, and Hann backs out of the lot.
You go to sit normally, putting as much distance between you and Matty as physically possible, not even looking in his general direction. Not really speaking to anyone, you listen to the soft sound of the radio, the music distracting you a bit. Matty’s eyes are glued to you, watching your every reaction, you can feel it. He silently begs you to stop being mean, ignoring him like this. You almost cave. Almost.
The drive feels longer than it actually is, George being dropped off at his house first. He waves goodbye through the window, which is the only reason you turned to the other side. Eyes avoiding the boy next to you, you blow George a kiss goodbye, hoping he gets some actual sleep tonight.
You and Matty were now both facing forward, chatting to Ross.
“Must be great, having an whole fucking house to yourself.” Ross grunts out, clearly still fucked off that you decided to leave so ‘early’.
“It is,” Matty answers, telling him how nice it was to live without his parents and with you, even if neither of you had the ability to prepare an edible meal, or clean the house every once in a while. You chuckle as his words, painfully true as you think back on the state you’d left your room in, clothes and books and various items strewn about the place.
Matty turns to you, your small giggles at his story making him think he was off the hook. You shoot him a look, and he immediately retreats, knowing it wouldn't be that easy. Not that he didn’t like a challenge, especially from you.
“Alright, you two.” Hann breathes as the car comes to a halt in front of the house. The soft rumble of the engine was deafening as you opened the door, climbing out of the vehicle. Matty followed quickly, almost banging his head against the roof, narrowly avoiding a small concussion. You tapped on the window, waving goodbye to both men in the car. Flashing a smile, you turn to Matty, grabbing his hand and leading him up the steps.
Inside the car, the conversation quickly shifted.
“What's going on with them? They’ve hardly spoken since he stopped trying to jump her bones in front of us.”
Ross just shrugs, mind spinning different scenarios of what could've gone down.
“D’you think they’re fighting?” Hann nods, noting that you did look a bit pissed off towards the end.
“I dunno, it's weird though.. them being a thing.” Ross hums in agreement.
“Just leave them be, they’ll sort it out.”
The click of the door unlocking was as loud as a jet engine, and you push it open with your shoulder, Matty trailing closely behind you. You take your time, taking off your shoes, setting your bag down onto the floor next to the coat rack. He fidgets on the spot, not quite sure what to do next.
Without warning, you spin around, shoving him backwards into the door, both your hands on his shoulders. The tension is thick, his heavy breaths loud and desperate for you to fucking do something.
A beat passes between you before he finally speaks, stuttering over his words.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t h-have fucked you off, not infront of everyone.” you raise your eyebrows at him, a condescending smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.
“So you knew what you were doing then, trying to rile me up like that?” He nods, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallows. He mutters out another “‘m sorry”, like it was going to save him at all.
Your hands trace his collarbones, just like he had not three hours prior, and you see his breath hitch when you dig your nails into his skin, leaving behind red indents.
“You wanna kiss me?” you ask, tucking his hair behind his ear sweetly, letting your fingers run over his jaw.
“Yes.” he gasps, your chest now fully pressed up against his, your bodies now flush. Mattys eyes are filled with desperation, lust, thoughts clouding his mind and the sight of you wasn't helping him think clearly.
“How badly do you want to kiss me?” he tries to speak, but you shush him. “How much do you want to touch me?”
A guttural groan leaves his lips, and his hands find your back, grabbing onto your waist for support. You look at him expectantly, tapping his face to get his attention back on you.
“Please, I'm sorry, just– fuckk, please darling.” His voice is small, soft, filled with want and desire. He pulls you in closer, and you feel him, fully hard, pressed up against your upper thigh. Your hand travels lower, pushing his shirt up as you go down, fingertips ghosting over his bulge, leaking and painfully hard.
“This all for me?” Matty looks like he’s going to combust, but still, he manages to force out a small, choked ‘yes’.
“You think you deserve it?” He freezes as you squeeze him through his jeans, feeling him twitch in your hand. A desperate whimper rips itself from his lips, and he buries his head in the crook of your neck, breathing shallowly.
“I’m sorry, just– please. I’ll do anything, just fucking touch me please, please, oh god–”
You mouth at the spot where his neck meets his jaw, sucking an aggressive hickey into the skin, simultaneously stroking him over his clothes. Trying to seem unaffected, you pull away from his cock, placing that hand over his chest, hearing him whine at the loss of contact.
“Upstairs. Wait for me.” Those four words manage to leave him absolutely breathless as he scrambles to tug his shoes off, throwing them into the corner. One last look is directed at you over his shoulder as he walks up the steps, almost tripping. Catching himself on the bannister, he disappears from view.
You use the moment to take several deep breaths, steading yourself. Matty might be the more expressive one, but he had this effect on you, even if he didn't know the full extent of it. Every reaction you elicited from him made your knees weak, your façade of control slipping slightly. Running your fingers through your hair, you glance at yourself in the hallway mirror, making sure you look good. Good enough to send Matty fucking spiraling.
The house is silent, apart from the odd creak of the floorboards underneath your feet. The door to your room crashes against the wall and you push it open, eyes immediately finding Matty.
Jesus christ.
Sprawled out on top of crumpled sheets, Matty’s eyes rake over your body, his cock visibly twitching in his pants at the sight of you. He had already taken off his shirt, the material bunched up next to him. The atmosphere in the room is heavy, thick with lust and desire and want and every other adjective that could be used to describe the fucking wet dream of a man currently sitting on your bed.
His hands trail up his chest, toying with his nipples as he bites his lip at you, a wild look in his eyes. Your feet take you to the foot of the bed, kneeling down onto it, not quite sure where to look. His skin is flushed a deep shade of red, the blush spreading from his face down his chest, which was rapidly moving up and down as you reached out to touch him.
“How do you feel?” your voice shakes, and you know he can tell. Does it actually matter to you at the moment? Absolutely not.
An indecipherable sigh leaves Mattys lips as he looks at you, curls sticking to his forehead and his cock rock hard against the fabric of his jeans.
“I feel–” he starts, words getting caught in his throat as you trace the inseam of his pants. You still, motioning for him to continue.
“I feel so good, please touch me, I need you so bad. So gorgeous like this, love you so much– jesus.”
You listen to his rambles as his eyes screw shut, everything being far too much for him. It's delicious, the way he squirms under even the slightest touch, involuntary noises spilling from his lips.
He trusted you, and you knew that well enough. Your entire relationship was built on a foundation of trust, a promise that you would never, ever, harm each other. Your hand reaches up to clasp his, squeezing gently. He smiles softly, wiping away the beads of sweat that had collected themselves on his forehead.
Your eyes glance over to the nightstand next to the bed, the wooden exterior a stark contrast to the otherwise black furniture of the room. The bed creaks as you get up, slowly pulling the drawer open. Matty watches you move, fluid and sure, as you take out a vibrator, you hear a small gasp escape him.
“You want me, Matthew? Want to be good for me?” you grin at him, throwing one of your legs over his lap, settling right below his hips. The way his cock is straining against the zipper of his jeans couldn't be comfortable in the slightest, but you let him suffer longer, relishing in the way he whined whenever you shifted on top of him, just like he did in the car.
“Will you let me use this on you?” That question is the final nail in the coffin, an animalistic groan ripping itself from the depths of Mattys throat as you palm him through his pants, beads of precum painting the front.
“Please,” his voice cracks slightly, eyes silently begging for some sort of relief.
“You know, you really shouldn’t have pulled that little stunt.” you speak, voice dripping with honey as you unbuckle his belt, the clanking metal making your heart speed up. Unable to speak, Mattys hands go to settle on your waist, gripping the fat of your hips.
“No.”
“W-what?”
His chest heaves as you grab hold of his wrists, pinning them up above his head. The belt he wore with his pants, while usually completely unnecessary, suddenly proved quite useful. Your hands fumble a bit as you bring the leather up, binding his hands to the metal bed frame. The arousal plastered on his face was impossible to hide as he gives the belt a tug, sucking in a deep breath of air when he realized what you’d just done.
“You’re so fucking– holy shit, you’re perfect.” his praises go straight to your core, and you grind down onto his thigh, feeling around for the vibrator that you’d placed somewhere next to you.
Towering over him, you observe.
It feels like you're daydreaming, the man in front of you just a figment of your dirty, vivid imagination. His skin glistened with sweat, and your eyes flicker down to the bulge in his black calvins. If there was a heaven, you’ve definitely reached it.
Running your fingers up and down the vibrator, you grin at him, watching his thoughts run wild, every possible fantasy playing out right in front of his eyes. Clicking the toy on, you rake your nails over his chest, the loud vibrations filling the room.
You had never done this before, but the utter look of devotion Matty gave you proved that he trusted you completely to do whatever you wanted to him. He follows your movements closely as you press the toy to the underside of his cock. Immediately, you see his eyes clamp shut, his hands instinctively pulling and fighting against the restraints.
“You like that, baby? Feel good?” you coo at him, taking in every single twitch of his body, savoring it. He frantically nods his head as you move his boxers, letting his cock slap up against his stomach. The feeling of the vibrator straight onto his weeping erection felt like pure heaven, desperate moans spilling from his lips, unable to control his own actions.
“F-feels so good, it’s so good, a-ah, fuck me–” he whimpers as you up the speed, your free hand cupping his face, smudging his eye makeup. Blissed out and shaking, Matty tries to hold off as long as possible, desperately wanting to be good for you.
“I can’t– I'm so close, please, let me cum.” his eyes search your expression, begging for permission. Pleasure trickles up your own spine as a sudden movement of Matty’s thigh beneath you makes you grind against him again, a soft moan leaving your parted lips. You swear you could cum just from the sight of him alone, twitching and begging and so, so close to the edge he could taste it on the tip of his tongue.
Shoving your fingers into his mouth, you watch as he chokes slightly, eyes welling up with tears. It's so unbelievably erotic, seeing him fall apart like this, all because of you. His dick twitches in the tell-tale way that lets you know he’s seconds away, just needing a little push. You lock your lips onto his neck, licking and sucking and biting marks into the skin, making him moan around your fingers. It's all too much for him, and his voice cracks once more before spilling into your hand, painting his stomach and the toy with ropes of thick cum, gasping and shuddering as you keep the vibrator against his cock, working him through his orgasm.
You finally kiss him, fingers weaving through his hair as you lick into his mouth, his arms still helplessly trying to pull free.
“That was– fuck– I can’t even describe it.'' His voice is raspy, sore. He looks utterly fucked out, a sly grin already adorning his face not ten seconds after you gave him the most mind blowing orgasm of his life.
“You dont think I'm done, do you? After the shit you pulled in that car?”
Your sudden change in tone makes Matty’s eyes widen, his hips bucking up against you. The evil look in your eye as you lean down to catch his lips in a kiss only makes him impossibly more turned on, fingers itching to touch you, a groan of frustration leaving his lips when he realizes he can't do anything but lay there and take what you give him. You move, one of your hands leaving his chest.
“What are you–?” The click of the toy is impossibly loud as a wanton moan rips itself from his throat, his hips twitching away, the sensation overwhelming and raw, almost too much. You grin from ear to ear as you study his reactions, writhing and pulling at the belt holding him in place, eyes silently begging you to just let him go.
“A-ah oh fuckk, no- I can’t–” he cries, arching his back, exposing his neck even more, adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he tries to swallow down his sounds
“You can, I know you can.” you lick across the expanse of his collarbones, teeth grazing the skin harshly, the slight pain only making Matty thrash more, the leather of the belt digging into his wrists.
“It’s too much– jesus christ-” he chokes out as you tangle a hand into his thick curls, tugging his head forward, making him look at you.
“Look how desperate you are, you sure it's too much?” you press a kiss to his lower stomach, his muscles tense under the skin.
“I need you so bad, fuck,” he sucks in a deep breath, making direct eye contact with you.
“Look at what you do to me.”
His sudden change in tone makes you take a second, truly taking in the sight before you. He smirks when he sees you staring, arching his lower back with the sole purpose of riling you up, knowing exactly how to get to you, and in turn, get what he wanted.
“Such a slut, fucking begging for attention, aren’t you?” he nods slowly, winking at you provocatively as his eyes follow your movements. The name made his breath hitch, and the return of the toy back on his hardening cock feels like pure ecstasy, moans and whimpers spilling from his lips as you continued speaking.
“Was it worth it?” he cocks his head at you, asking what you meant.
“Was it worth it, fucking around in the car, embarrassing me like that?”
“Absolutely, if it gets me this.” he purrs, trying to provoke you once again. You were going to make him eat his words if it was last fucking thing you were going to do.
“You have a lot of confidence for someone who was grinding against my leg under a blanket not even an hour ago.” A small laugh comes from Matty as he playfully tugs at the restraints, the sound morphing into a moan when you press the toy down harder, feeling him getting close again.
“Gonna cum again, make a filthy fucking mess of yourself?” Matty is so far gone, his cocky persona falling away in bits as he bucks his hips against the vibrator, chasing his high. You watch him, sweaty and out of breath, his hands straining against the leather, the mix of pain and pleasure making his head spin.
“I love you so much, please let me cum, please i’ll do anything, just let me cum–” there it is. Anything. He doesn't know the weight his words hold, willing to say everything and anything for you to let him fall over that delicious edge.
“Cum for me, let me see you.” your voice shakes, one hand planted firmly on his chest for balance, while the other holds the toy to his cock, twitching and leaking all over himself and you as he cums, screaming your name loud enough that it echoed through the whole house.
You watch as he shakes, gasping for air and writhing against the sheets, so overstimulated he could barely form a coherent thought.
“Again.” you whisper as Matty shakes his head violently, tears welling up in his eyes.
“Do you want to stop?” he shakes his head again, hips bucking up against the toy, desperate whines and groans filling the room. His chest heaves, lungs expanding as far as they could go to try and bring some oxygen to his brain. Breathless and exhausted, he looks at you, eyes wet and pleading, the mix of pain and pleasure driving him insane.
“Don’t s-stop.” he begs, voice sore and hoarse. Thoughts run widely through your mind, wondering how much more he could take before tapping out. “If you need to stop, tell me.” you say firmly, his frantic nods telling everything you needed to know. Clicking the toy back on, the reaction is immediate, visceral as he jerks under the warm feel of your lips on his jaw, pressing hot kisses down the skin, mouthing at his neck.
Pulling back, you admire the deep purple marks you left behind, tracing them with your free hand.
“You’re fucking glorious- I- I could look at you forever, so pretty on top of me, fuck, like a fucking wet dream, so perfect–” you listen to him babble through curses and moans, eyes drooping shut as he bucks up into your hand.
“Yeah? You’re so gorgeous for me, taking everything I give you.” you whisper back, pupils completely blown out with lust, the high you were still yet to come down from heightening every feeling, every sensation, until you were grinding against his thigh, desperate for him.
“I see you, baby,” your eyes snap up to his, a filthy smirk spread onto his face, “C’mon, use me like a toy, use me to get off.” his voice is sultry and low, working hard to bite back screams as you finally give in, sparks of electricity shooting up your spine as you increase the pressure on your clit, soft moans and gasps spilling from your lips as Matty tenses his thigh, lifting it slightly to meet your movements.
“Don’t cum until I tell you.” you warn, refusing to give up power, even if Matty made it incredibly fucking difficult to not give in. His eyeliner was smudged, tears streaming down his face, your fingers wiping them away sweetly. You bring your tear soaked hand to your mouth, licking it clean while making direct eye contact with Matty, the expression on his face making the salty taste on your tongue completely worth it.
It didn't take much to bring you to the edge, the warmth in your core blooming everywhere else in your body, your blood feeling hot as you balance yourself. Being met with Matty’s smirk as you look up, the smugness quickly morphs into white hot pleasure when your hand finds his nipple piercing, giving it a small tug.
You had convinced him to switch it out, the black metal ring being replaced with a purple barbell. It shimmered if you looked at it from a specific angle, a perfect contrast to his milky white skin, suiting him well. He gasps when you don't let up, tweaking the metal and rolling his nipple between your fingertips, an indescribable feeling radiating from his chest, making all the remaining blood in his brain rush down south.
You were so close, you could taste it. Matty knew this, doing his best to get you there, just as you were doing for him, holding off his own orgasm. Filthy words leave his mouth, making you feel dizzy with pleasure, the feeling of his jean clad thigh against your clit making your legs shake on top of him.
“So good, you’re so good– fucking marvelous, I could write a thousand songs about you like this.” he groans, eyes never leaving the spot where your core met his leg, watching closely.
“I’m so close, fuckk.” you whine, your high pitched voice like music to Matty’s ears, his cock visibly twitching against the toy.
“Cum for me darling, wanna see you fall apart on top of me.” he coos, and you feel your control slipping. It was all consuming, the pleasure making time slow as you barely manage to slow down to speak.
“You first.” A relieved sigh leaves Matty’s lips, hips bucking violently, precum bubbling from his tip, coating your hand where you held the toy against it. One last arch of his back and he cums onto his stomach, painting his skin white.
You groan at the sight, your own orgasm hitting you like a freight train, vision whiting out as you buck against Mattys thigh, his eyes burning a hole into your skin. He watches in awe as you gasp and stutter, the visual of his third climax too much for you to handle, carnal desire overtaking your body.
Collapsing on top of him, your chest heaves against his, everything blurry and disoriented. He tried to move his hands to your back to hug you, but realizes he’s still tied up, the leather really digging into his skin, leaving angry red marks.
“Darling?” you look up, apologizing profusely as you undo the belt around his wrists, kissing the burns it left behind. Matty chuckles quietly, running a soft hand through your hair, pressing your face into his chest.
“That was..” he starts, eyes still wide in disbelief.
“Okay?” you offer a hint of insecurity evident in the way you speak.
“Fucking amazing, visceral, undescribable, life chang-” you cut him off with a firm kiss, silently telling him to shut up. He giggles into the kiss, his other hand pressing against your lower back, pulling you impossibly close.
“It wasn’t too much?” you ask, gesturing to the marks on his wrists. He shakes his head, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He assures you it doesn't hurt at all, and besides, “You know I like it when you hurt me.” The cheesy wink that follows his statement makes you roll your eyes, leaning down to breathe in the scent of him. Fucking Jimmy Choo, ugh.
“You have to stop using my perfume, you smell like a woman, it's unsettling.” you complain, wishing he’d use some sort of musky cologne instead.
“I thought you liked it when i'm girly? Remember that time when I wore that skirt and you fucking mauled me–'' he tries to tease, being rudely interrupted by you digging the heel of your foot into his leg, making him yelp in pain.
“That was different,” you mutter, avoiding his taunting gaze.
“Was it?”
“Absolutely, yes, now come here.” you grip his jaw, crashing your mouth against his, biting his lower lip, enjoying the small gasp he lets out. The kiss is hot, filled with love and trust, your heart swelling up in your chest.
“Don’t ever pull that shit again, George could have noticed and that would've been a complete shit show-” you shudder at the thought of your mates knowing anything about your sex life, gagging inwardly.
“You were the one grinding your leg down on to my dick, don’t act all fucking innocent!” he protests, a playful tone to his voice.
“Imagine Ross knowing anything about what we do, he’d lose his mind.” you comment. Knowing him, he’d physically throw up and never speak to either of you ever again, the mental image having scarred him for life.
Matty is oddly silent, his hands fidgeting. Your eyes widen in realization
“Dont tell me you fucking– Matty!” you shut your eyes, embarrassment flooding your body.
“He’s my mate, and he asked. Who am I to deny him?” you hit his chest, propping yourself up as you laugh in disbelief.
“Ross asking doesn't make it any better!!” you screech, watching him pull back at the sheer volume of your voice “For fuck’s sake Matty, what did you even tell him? I’m never going to be able to look him in the eye again, fucking hell.”
“Just about the camera, nothing else, I swear!” you cup your face, letting out a frustrated groan.
“You know I can never speak to him ever again? The fucking camera, are you taking the absolute fucking piss?!” you throw curses at him as he giggles into your hair, muttering apologies and promising to never say anything again.
“‘M sorry darling, i won't give out the details of our sex life anymore.” he jokes, earning a choked giggle from you, unable to stay mad at him.
Looking up at him from your spot on his chest, anger fades as you take in his features. You could look at him forever if he let you, drinking in every inch of skin, committing it all to memory. Your fingertips touch the top of his cheeks, wiping away any left over make-up, smiling fondly as you do so.
Love. That's what you see in his eyes. Pure love, utter devotion. His breathing is slow, the soft sound of his heartbeat comforting as you lay back down onto him, nuzzling your face into his skin. You could stand the permeating stench of Jimmy Choo if it let you hold him this close to you.
“You’re mine.” he mumbles into your hair, stroking up and down your spine, pushing your shirt up.
“I’m yours,” you answer, this overwhelming feeling of adoration taking over your whole body. Matty was yours, and you were his, from the second he said the words ‘I love you’ that night on the terrace, overlooking the glowing city.
Life with him seems so real. Growing up properly, getting your own house, getting married. It was all possible, still, it felt far away, a distant future. You let your thoughts spin in your mind until the exhaustion won, your body going slack against Matty, soft snores filling the room.
Matty lays awake beneath you, the darkness of the room enveloping his senses.
“I love you so much,” he mutters under his breath, knowing you couldn't hear him anyway. That was the moment he knew, the moment everything solidified.
You were just kids, the pair of you, young and free, life filled with infinite possibilities. So much was uncertain, but he knew one thing without a doubt. Eyes flickering over to his coat, they fell on the outermost left pocket. It wasn't about the pocket itself, but what was inside. Dark red velvet, the same shade as your favorite color. A box.
A small one.
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The Terrifying Ordeal of Falling in Love with Leon Kennedy
CHAPTER 2
Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader (female reader)
Series Warnings: Minor injuries, Leon teases reader a lot, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Drinking, Drinking followed by driving, DO NOT DO THAT THIS IS FICTION, Anxiety, Leon S. Kennedy has PTSD, Leon has an anxiety attack, Anxiety Attacks, Swearing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Nightmares, Leon S. Kennedy has Nightmares, Cuddling & Snuggling, Probably incorrect medical talk, Strangulation in one tiny little scene, Reader's brother was a cop who was KIA, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Grief/Mourning, Christmas Fluff, Mistletoe, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Arguing, Love Confessions, Looking for Alaska is mentioned, Inconvenient Love Confessions, Penis In Vagina Sex, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Leon loves eating Pussy change my mind, Shower Makeout, romantic smut, Desperate Leon S. Kennedy, They are both desperate for each other tbh, They say I love you as they come, Scar Kissing, Enthusiastic Consent, Always pee after sex, UTI PREVENTION, POV First Person, No use of Y/N
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Masterlist
March 2004
We’re only getting older, baby
And I’ve been thinking about you lately
Does it ever drive you crazy?
Just how fast the night changes
-Night Changes, One Direction
The door opening pulls me out of the piles and piles of reports I have yet to file away, and I greet the distraction with a thankful sigh. Dr. Dalton stands in the doorway, his usual smile adorned on his features. In this lighting, it’s easy to make out the light dusting of freckles that dot across his face.
“Wanna take this one?” He asks, eyeing the stacks of paper littering my desk. I stand immediately, almost too fast, the hem of my purple scrubs catching and tugging me back closer to the desk with an unexpected huff. The doctor chuckles at my accidental antics, grabbing half the reports of my desk with a smile.
“Thanks, Dr. Dalton.”
“No problem, and hey, it’s Jasper,” he corrects, still smiling. “Oh! Before I forget, Lilian asked if you were interested in coming to dinner sometime?” Lilian is Jasper’s wife, and while I have yet to meet her, the way he talks about her? It serves as a gentle reminder of what love is supposed to look like.
“That would be fun! I’d love to meet her.” He lights up.
“Perfect, I’ll let her know. Now I wouldn’t keep him waiting, he seemed a bit irritable.” Oh. An irritated injured agent. Now I understand why Jasper offered it to me.
Striding out into the room, I adjust the diffuser silently as I breeze past, hopefully increasing the lavender scent before I look up and see him. Again. Standing in the middle of the infirmary.
“Agent Kennedy. Was hoping I wouldn’t see you back in here,” I say, disappointment etched on my features. It’s not as if I didn’t want to see him again, quite the opposite, actually. However, that desire also included that meeting not taking place in the infirmary when he’s injured.
“Was I really that bad of a patient, Nurse Nosy?” He asks, that signature smirk plastered on his lips as his arms fold across his chest, and I frown at the nickname.
“Nurse Nosy?”
“Yeah, seemed fitting after our last meeting.” His tone is infuriating.
“What do you need, Agent?” I cross my arms across my chest as well, a futile attempt at shielding myself.
“I’m having some lower back issues, so I figured I’d stop in and have someone take a look.” Agent Kennedy’s excuse seems kosher, and I gesture to the exam table with a wave of my hand, grabbing the gloves from the box.
“Remove your shirt and lay down on your stomach, Agent.” The words are devoid of any of my previous niceties, figuring he’d rather be in and out than make small talk.
“That tone’s a bit rude,” he mutters, but still doing as I asked. I turn back toward him and release a gasp. His entire back is covered in bruises in different states of healing, and I notice that the gash on his shoulder has become scar tissue already. I reach for the ice, but he notices this and quickly speaks. “They’re fine. I’ve been icing them.”
“Jesus, what the hell do they have you doing?” I ask as I move to press my hands against his lower back, right in the curve of his spine. Before I make contact, I notify him of where my hands are about to touch. He silently huffs, and I remove my hands like his back is a hot stove. “Sorry, I didn’t realize it was that tender.”
“It’s not. Your hands are cold.” The words are mumbled into the space between his arms, his forehead now pressed against the folded limbs to keep his nose off the exam table. I exhale a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding.
“Oh, okay. I’m gonna run my hands down your spine, tell me if I land on the area that’s bothering you.” Even through the gloves, I can feel the heat that practically radiates from him and I find myself wondering if he has a fever.
“There,” he mumbles as I graze over one of the bumps of his spine.
“Does it hurt when you move or all the time?”
“Mostly when I move or stretch.” I remove the gloves and toss them into the garbage with a chuckle.
“Well, I figured out your problem, Agent.” Agent Kennedy sits up, turning to look at me with pained movements as I move away toward the cabinet.
“And that is?”
“You have a pretty nasty bruise right over that vertebrae. It pulls tight when you move, hence the pain.” The explanation is simple, and I reach over and drop two little pills into his hand, along with a water bottle.
“What is this?” If I didn’t know better, I’d say that was anxiety in his voice. But I do know better.
“It’s pretty intense. You need to be real careful with it.” I fain seriousness, almost losing it with a giggle that bubbles up in my throat. “It’s regular-grade tylenol,” I whisper, leaning in close as a smile spreads across my lips before I reach for a blank form on the counter. The blonde rolls his eyes at the theatrics, looking at them hesitantly before popping them in his mouth, followed by a small swig of water. As the bottle lowers, I rest my fingers on the edge, not raising it, but preventing it from dropping any lower. “Drink. You need more water in your system if you want those bruises to heal faster.” His mouth opens in protest, but with a single glare, he seems to think better of it, drinking a few more large gulps.
“Why are you here?” He questions. The pen in my hand stills as I look at him. Still shirtless.
“Because I work here?” As if that wasn’t obvious.
“No, why here? Why not somewhere else?” He wants to know more about me? Or maybe he’s just being nice? Do I even answer? A sigh falls from my lips as I rotate, resting my back against the countertop as my hands find my pockets.
“I used to work in pediatrics. You know, taking temperatures and handing out suckers after a shot, the whole spiel.” His eyes widen. Guess he didn’t read my file then.
“That’s one hell of a change. I bet you see a lot more injuries this way,” he mutters, almost chuckling.
“I’m used to it. My brother was a cop. I used to be the one to bandage him up whenever he came home beaten to shit.” The agent doesn’t hesitate, latching onto the subtle wording.
“Was?” Damn it.
“Yeah. Was. He was killed in a hit and run 4 years ago.” I don’t need to share this with him. Something about the blue eyes he’s sporting just draws me in, and I find myself struggling to look away, knowing I should. “You can put your shirt back on, by the way,” I inform, turning away from him and those whirlpools he calls eyes. I hear a slight rustle of fabric behind me.
“I’m sorry for your loss.” The words are sincere, and the tears spring into my own eyes without permission. Reigning them in before turning back to him, his muscular chest and abs now concealed under a loose black shirt.
“Thank you.”
“Used to be a cop myself, it’s not an easy gig. Your brother was brave.”
“Really? You? A cop?” The revelation takes me by surprise, although it probably shouldn’t have. My eyebrows rise in shock.
“Yeah, believe it or not. Ended up here through sheer dumb luck.” The way he says ‘dumb luck’, it sounds like there’s more he wishes he could say but can’t.
“Well, then it sounds like you’re pretty brave yourself, Agent Kennedy.” The clipboard handed to him. Him signing it with a scratching across the paper. His hands, bruised knuckles and all, returning it to me.
“I would be inclined to disagree with you, but I’m worried you’ll scold me again,” he admits with a teasing smile, stepping off the table again and heading toward the door. “And hey.” My eyes find his, actually facing me this time. “Call me Leon.” Then he’s gone. Again. Stepping back into the office, I hand him the report, dropping down into my chair with an exhausted sigh.
“So how did it go?” Jasper asks with a mischievous grin. I roll my eyes.
“It went fine. Thanks for making me do that, by the way,” I tease, crumpling an old post it and tossing it at him. It misses, landing in front of him on the desk, his own laugh resounding.
“Oh, I didn’t hon.”
“What?” But he said-
“Guy asked for you. By name.”
He what?
Leon: @house-of-kolchek @bonnibuckets @athanasia-day @muffimtv
Everything: @chaosandbubbles @kassiekolchek22 @akiramoon8088
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UUUUUUUUGGGHHHHHHH!!!!! yall ever imagine your favorite character laughing and it instantly puts you in a spiraling switch mood? This shit has me on my KNEES. His purple blush. His thick British laugh, UGH I LOVE KIA SO MUCH. I haven't been able to get him out of my head all day! RAAAAAAA. I'm fucking normal I promise.
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Band of Brothers Easy Company Sorted Between Surviving and Not Surviving WWII: Part 1 of 2
Hey all! Here is part 1 of my big BoB post!!! I still have some work to do on part 2 but I will try to have it up as soon as I can. I hope you all find this useful and also a little bit interesting. I had so much fun doing the research for it. 🙂❤️
Enjoy!!! xoxo
Died During the War:
Company Commanders:
First Lieutenant Thomas Meehan III
Born: July 8th, 1921 (Philadelphia, PA)
Enlisted: March 16th, 1941 (Philadelphia, PA)
Died: June 6th, 1944/ D-Day (Normandy, France)
Age at Death: 22 years old
Cause of Death: Plane shot down and crashed after being hit by German anti-aircraft fire.
• His remains were finally returned to the U.S. in 1952 and he is currently buried at the Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery just south of St. Louis, Missouri
Awards/Medals:
• Parachutists Badge (aka Jump Wings)
• Combat Infantry Badge
• American Campaign Medal
• Purple Heart
• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal (with 2 service stars)
• World War II Victory Medal
• French Liberation Medal
• Croix de guerre with palm
Wounded?: No (died before seeing any combat)
Family:
• Thomas Meehan II (Father)
• Marion Opp Meehan (Mother)
• Anne Shore (Wife)
• Barrie Meehan Meller (Daughter)
Non-commissioned Officers:
Sergeant Warren Harold "Skip" Muck
Born: January 31st, 1922 (Tonawanda, NY)
Enlisted: August 17th, 1942 (Buffalo, NY)
Died: January 10th, 1945 (Foy, Bastogne, Belgium)
Age at Death: 22 years old
Cause of Death: Killed when an artillery round hit his foxhole, shared with Alex Penkala, and exploded.
• Skip Muck is buried at the Luxembourg American Cemetery in Hamm, Luxembourg City, Luxembourg.
Awards/Medals:
• Parachutists Badge (aka Jump Wings) with 2 combat stars
• Combat Infantryman Badge
• Bronze Star
• Purple Heart
• Presidential Unit Citation (with one Oak Leaf Cluster)
• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal (with 3 service stars and arrow device)
• World War II Victory Medal
• Army of Occupation Medal
• Croix de guerre with palm
• French Liberation Medal
• Belgian World War II Service Medal
Fought:
• D-Day/Battle of Normandy (Normandy, France)
• Operation Market Garden (Einhoven, Holland)
• Battle of the Bulge (Ardennes Forrest, Bastogne, Belgium)
Wounded?: Never wounded until KIA in Bastogne
Family:
• Elmer Julius Muck Sr. (Father)
• Loretta M. Muck (Mother)
• Elmer J. Muck Jr. (Older Brother)
• Ruth Muck (Younger Sister)
• Faye Tanner (Fiancée)
Enlisted Men:
Corporal Donald B. "Hoob" Hoobler
Born: June 28th, 1922 (Manchester, OH)
Enlisted: July 22nd, 1942 (Fort Thomas, KY)
• Joined the Ohio National Guard on October 15th, 1940 and served until October 1941.
Died: January 3rd, 1945 (Bastogne, Belgium)
• Don Hoobler is buried at Manchester IOOF Cemetery with his father (d. 1941), mother (d. 1976), and brother George (d. 1932).
Age at Death: 22 years old
Cause of Death: After acquiring a German Luger and placing the gun in his pocket the gun discharged due to the pressure of the multiple layers of clothing he was wearing and severed the femoral artery in his right leg. He bled out and died before he was able to be transported to an aid station.
Awards/Medals:
• Parachutists Badge (aka Jump Wings)
• Combat Infantryman Badge
• Purple Heart
• American Defense Medal
• European Theater of Operations Ribbon
Fought:
• Battle of Normandy/D-Day (Normandy, France)
• Operation Market Garden (Einhoven, Holland)
• Battle of the Bulge (Ardennes Forrest, Bastogne, Belgium)
Wounded?: No. Not until his fatal non-combat related gunshot wound to his leg in Bastogne.
Family:
• Sergeant Ralph Brenton Hoobler (Father)
• Kathryn Phyllis [Carrigan] Hoobler (Mother)
• John R. Hoobler (Brother)
• George B. Hoobler (Brother)
• Mary Kathryn [Hoobler] Lane (Sister)
Private First Class Alex Mike Penkala Jr.
Born: August 30th, 1924 (Niles, Michigan)
Drafted: February 27th, 1942 (Toledo, OH)
Died: January 10th, 1945 (Foy, Bastogne, Belgium)
Age at Death: 20 years old
Cause of Death: Killed when an artillery round hit his foxhole, shared with Skip Muck, and exploded.
• Alex Penkala is buried at the Luxembourg American Cemetery in Hamm, Luxembourg City, Luxembourg.
Awards/Medals:
• Parachutists Badge (aka Jump Wings)
• Combat Infantryman Badge
• Purple Heart
• Bronze Star
• American Campaign Medal
• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal (with 3 service stars and arrowhead)
• World War Two Victory Medal
• Reconnaissance de la France Libérée
• Croix de guerre with palm
• Médaille commémorative de la Guerre
• Good Conduct Medal
Fought:
• Battle of Normandy/D-Day (Normandy, France)
• Operation Market Garden (Einhoven, Holland)
• Battle of the Bulge (Ardennes Forrest, Bastogne, Belgium)
Wounded?: Wounded by a mortar explosion in the arm in Bastogne.
Family: Alex Penkala's parents emigrated from Poland in 1906 and his father barely spoke English. All the Penkala children (including Alex) were fluent in Polish.
• Alexander Penkala Sr. (Father)
• Mary [Kinski] Penkala (Mother) *died in childbirth in 1927 delivering her 13th child
• Angela M. [Penkala] Sobczyk (Oldest Sister)
• Mary [Penkala] Setlak (2nd Oldest Sister)
• Helen E. [Penkala] Hawblitzel (3rd Oldest Sister)
• Matilda V. [Penkala] Budney (4th Oldest Sister)
• Genevieve A. [Penkala] Glujas (5th Oldest Sister)
• Edward F. Penkala (Oldest Brother)
• Clem J. Penkala (2nd Oldest Brother)
• Evelyn A. [Penkala] Tatay (6th Oldest Sister)
• Irene [Penkala] Lichatowich (7th Oldest Sister)
• Rose L. [Penkala] Kaczmarczyk (2nd Youngest Sister)
• Gertrude E. [Penkala] Picking (Youngest Sister)
• Sylvia (Girlfriend)
Survived the War:
Company Commanders:
Captain Herbert Maxwell Sobel
Born: January 26th, 1912 (Chicago, IL)
Enlisted: March, 7th 1941
Died: September 30th, 1987 (Waukegan, IL)
Age at Death: 75 years old
Cause of Death: Malnutrition
• In 1970 Sobal shot himself in the head in an attempted suicide. The bullet entered his temple and severed his optic nerve rendering him blind for the rest of his life.
• He died a Lieutenant Colonel; serving in both WWII & Korea
• Sobel was cremated after his death
• Sobel is buried at Montrose Cemetery-Crematorium in Chicago, IL
• No one attended his funeral
Awards/Medals:
• Parachutists Badge (aka Jump Wings)
• Combat Infantryman Badge
• Bronze Star Medal
• American Campaign Medal
• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal
• World War II Victory Medal
• Croix de guerre (France)
Fought:
• Battle of Normandy/D-Day (Normandy, France)
• Operation Market Garden (Einhoven, Holland)
• Battle of the Bulge (Ardennes Forrest, Bastogne, Belgium)
Wounded?: No
After the War: Worked as a credit manager for a telephone equipment company in Chicago.
• Sobel was born into a Jewish family, his wife was devoutly Catholic. This was a major problem for his family.
• Sobel and his wife divorced sometime in the late 1960s and he became estranged from his family shortly after.
Family:
• Max H. Sobel (Father)
• Dora Friedman (Mother)
• Julian Sobel (Brother)
• Maxine Sobel (Brother)
• Ruth Sobel (Sister)
• Rose Sobel (Wife)
• Michael Sobel (Son)
• Herbert Sobel Jr. (Son)
• Rick Sobel (Son)
• 1 daughter (died a few days after birth)
Major Richard Davis "Dick" Winters
Born: January 21st, 1918 (New Holland, PA)
Enlisted: August 25th, 1941 (place unknown)
Died: January 2nd, 2011 (Campbelltown, PA)
Age at Death: 92 years old
Cause of Death: Parkinson's disease
• Dick is buried at Bergstrasse Evangelical Lutheran Church, Ephrata Township, PA and was laid to rest on January 8th, 2011.
Awards/Medals:
• Parachutists Badge (with 2 Combat Stars)
• Combat Infantryman Badge
• Medal of the City of Einhoven
• Distinguish Service Cross [The second highest medal awarded by the US Military]
• Bronze Star with one Oak Leaf Cluster
• Purple Heart
• Presidential Unit Citation with one Oak Leaf Cluster
• American Defense Medal
• National Defense Medal
• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal
• World War II Victory Medal
• Army of Occupation Medal
• Croix de guerre with palm
• French Liberation Medal
• War Cross (Belgium) with palm
• Belgian World War II Medal
Fought:
• Battle of Normandy/D-Day (Normandy, France)
• Operation Market Garden (Einhoven, Holland)
• Battle of the Bulge (Ardennes Forrest, Bastogne, Belgium)
• Western Allied invasion of Germany
Wounded?: Took a ricochet sniper bullet to the leg in Carentan.
After the War: Became a production assistant at Nixon Nitration Works, a plastics adhesive factory, in Raritan, NJ
Family:
• Richard Winters (Father)
• Edith Winters (Mother)
• Beatrice Winters (Sister)
• Ann Sheehan (Younger Sister)
• Ethel Estoppey Winters (Wife)
• Richard T. Winters (Son)
• Jill Peckelun (Daughter)
First Lieutenant Frederick Theodore "Moose" Heyliger
Born: June 23rd, 1916 (Acton, MA)
Enlisted: November 25th, 1940
Died: November 3rd, 2001 (Concord, MA)
• Moose is buried in Sleepy Hollow Cemetery
Age at Death: 85 years old
Cause of Death: Stroke
Awards/Medals:
• Parachutists Badge (aka Jump Wings)
• Bronze Star
• Purple Heart
• American Campaign Medal
• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal
• Military Cross
Fought:
• Battle of Normandy/D-Day (Normandy, France)
• Operation Market Garden (Einhoven, Holland)
Wounded?: Was accidentally shot by one of his own men (a replacement) on October 31st, 1944. His wounds caused him to need to undergo skin and nerve grafts. He was discharged from the army in February 1947 after being in military hospitals for nearly 3 years.
After the War: Worked as a salesman for landscape and agriculture chemical companies.
Family:
• Theodore Godet Heyliger (Father)
• Bertha Louise Heyliger (Mother)
• Johannes Almon Heyliger (Older Brother)
• Pauline Louise Heyliger (Older Sister)
• Howard Francis Heyliger (2nd Oldest Brother)
• Vic Heyliger (Younger Brother)
• Evelyn Davis (First Wife) [divorced early 1960s]
• Frederick Heyliger Jr. (Son)
• Diane Heyliger (Daughter)
• Mary Heyliger (Second Wife)
• Jon Heyliger (Son)
First Lieutenant Norman Staunton "Foxhole Norman" Dike Jr.
Born: May 19th, 1918 (Brooklyn, NY)
Enlisted: January 22nd, 1942
Died: June 23rd, 1989 (Rolle, Switzerland)
• Dike is buried at West Thompson Cemetery, Thompson Windham County, North Grosvenor Dale, Connecticut.
Age at Death: 71 years old
Cause of Death: "A long illness" is all the info I could find
Awards/Medals:
• Silver Star
• Bronze Star with Oak Leaf Cluster
• Purple Heart with Oak Leaf Cluster
• Order of Orange-Nassau Netherlands 2nd class
Fought:
• Operation Market Garden
• Battle of the Bulge
Wounded?: Shot in the right shoulder in Foy
After the War: Dike opened his own law practice in Switzerland
Family:
• Norman S. Dike Sr. (Father)
• Evelyn M. Biddle (Mother)
• Barbra Tredick Dimmick McIntire (Wife) (m. June 20th 1942 - divorced June 1946)
• Catherine Pochon (2nd Wife) (m. March 12th, 1957)
• Anthony Randolph Dike (Son)
• Robin Dike Auchincloss (Daughter)
• Barbra Matilda Dike (Daughter)
• Deborah Ann Dike (Daughter)
Captain Ronald Charles Speirs
Born: April 20th, 1920 (Edinburgh, United Kingdom)
Enlisted: April 11th 1942
Died: April 11th, 2007 (Saint Marie, Montana)
Age at Death: 86 years old
Cause of Death: Died suddenly; cause unknown
• Burial details unknown
Awards/Medals:
• Master Parachutist Badge with 4 combat jump devices (stars)
• Combat Infantry Badge 2nd Award
• Silver star
• Legion of Merit
• Bronze Star with 2 Oak Leaf Clusters
• Purple Heart with ne Oak Leaf Clusters
• Army Commendation Medal
• Presidential Unit Citation with one Oak Leaf Cluster
• American Campaign Medal
• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal with four Service Stars and Arrowhead Device
• World War II Victory Medal
• Army of Occupation Medal
• National Defense Service Medal with Service Star
• Korean Service Medal with four Service Stars and Arrowhead Device
• Croix de Guerre with palm
• French Liberation Medal
• Republic of Korea Presidential Unit Citation
• United Nations Korea Medal
• Korean War Service Medal
Fought:
• Battle of Normandy/DDay
• Operation Market Garden
• Battle of the Bulge
Wounded?: Wounded by fire from an enemy machine gun in Rendijk, Holland
After the War: After WWII Spiers stayed in the army for 22 years and served in both the Korean and Cold Wars. Once out of the army Speirs served as the Governor of Spandau Prison (where Nazi war criminals were held).
Family:
• Robert Spiers (Father)
• Martha McNeil (Mother)
• Margaret Griffiths (Wife) (m. May 20th, 1944 - 1946) * Divorced bc she was British and didnt't want to move to America with him.
• Leonie Gertrude Hume Fritz (2nd Wife) (m. 1958)
• Ramona Dolores Pujol Strumph (3rd Wife) (m. 1987)
• Robert (Son from 1st wife)
Junior Officers:
Captain Lewis Nixon
Born: September 30th, 1918 (New York, NY)
Enlisted: January 14th, 1941 (Trenton, NJ)
Died: January 11th, 1995 (Los Angeles, CA)
Age at Death: 76 years old
Cause of Death: Complications from diabetes
• Lew is buried at Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Hollywood Hills
Awards/Medals:
• Parachutist Badge (Jump Wings) with 3 combat stars
• Combat Infantyman Badge
• Purple Heart
• American Defense Medal
• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Ribbion with 3 Battle Stars and a Bronze Arrowhead
• World War Two Victory Medal
• World Was Two Army of Occupation Award with Germany Clasp
• French Criox de Guerre (Cross of Valor)
• Presidential Unit Citation with Bronze Oak Leaf
• 5 Overseas Service Stripes
• Ruptured Duck Patch (WWII Discharge Patch)
Fought:
• Battle of Normandy/DDay
• Operation Market Garden
• Battle of the Bulge
• Operation Varsity
Wounded?: In the Netherlands he was hit by a bullet from a German MG 42 machine gun. The bullet went through his helmet, grazed his forehead, and left a burn mark.
After the War: Nix worked at his family's Nixon Nitration Works in Edison, New Jersey alongside his father and friend Dick Winters.
Family:
• Stanhope Wood Nixon (father)
• Doris Ryer Nixon (mother)
• Fletcher Ryer Nixon (brother)
• Blanche Nixon (sister)
• Katharine Page (1st Wife) (m. December 20th, 1941 - 1944)
• Irene Miller (2nd Wife) (m. June 1946 - 1962)
• Grace Umezawa (3rd Wife) (m. 1962)
• Michael Nixon (Son with 1st Wife)
First Lieutenant Lynn Davis "Buck" Compton
Born: December 31st, 1921 (Los Angeles, CA)
Enlisted: Was already ROTC (started 1940) when the war broke out (graduated in 1943 and assigned to the 176th Infantry Regiment)
Died: February 25th, 2012 (Burlington, WA)
Age at Death: 90 years old
Cause of Death: Complications from a heart attack he had in January 2012
• Buck was cremated after his death and his ashes were given to his family
Awards/Medals:
• Parachutist Badge (Jump Wings) with 2 jump stars
• Combat Infantryman Badge
• Silver Star
• Bronze Star
• Purple Heart
• Presidential Unit Citation with one Oak Leaf Cluster
• American Defense Service Medal
• American Campaign Medal
• European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal with arrow device (airborne assult) and 3 campaign stars
• World War II Victory Medal
• Army of Occupation Medal
• French Croix de guere with palm
• French Liberation Medal
Fought:
• Battle of Normandy/DDay
• Operation Market Garden
• Battle of the Bulge
Wounded?: In 1944, during Operation Market Garden, Buck was shot in the backside. Then, in January 1945, Buck suffered severe battle fatigue after witnessing two close friends (Joe Toye and Bill Guarnere) badly wounded by artillery fire.
After the War: He attended Loyola Law School in Los Angeles and joined the LA Police Department in 1946 becoming a detective in the Central Burglary Division. He left the LAPD for the District Attorney's office in 1951 as a deputy district attorney. He was promoted in 1964 to chief deputy district attorney. In 1970, Governor Ronald Reagan appointed him an Associate Justice of the California Court of Appeal. He retired in 1990.
• (Fun Fact/Before the War) Buck played as the catcher on his college baseball team his junior year. One of his teammates was Jackie Robinson. Also, Bucks mother worked on movies and Buck was present on set with his mother and met actor Charlie Chaplin. Buck, being a child at the time, was so rowdy and disruptive that Charlie Chaplin kicked him off set.
Family:
• Roby Franks Compton (Father)
• Ethel Camille Compton (Mother)
• Geraldine Compton (1st Wife)
• Donna Faye Newman Compton (2nd Wife)
• Tracy Compton (adopted daughter w/ 2nd wife)
• Syndee Compton (adopted daughter w/ 2nd wife)
#band of brothers#thomas meehan#skip muck#donald hoobler#alex penkala#herbert sobel#dick winters#moose heyliger#norman dike#ronald speirs#lewis nixon#buck compton#part 1#alyygx
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things my friendgroup has said while playing roblox games but its just titan army characters (canon +my hcs and a couple aus)
Chris: Not pump up the music box. What is is?
Luke: Wind up??
Ellis: It's 5:07, we might not even need to wind up the music box.
Cecil: Did you just say its almost seven???
Chris: Watch them all come into the room at 5:50.
bonnie appearing at the end of the hall
Al: CHRIS. CHRIS!
Chris: OH GOD BONNIE-
Drew: Ethan is just SO homophobic he'd rather die then deal with lesbians.
Ethan: Uh...yeah true
Luke: What if we did a reverse Five Nights at Freddys where the animatronics had to spend five nights at our house and then we literally like smash them in with a baseball bat.
Lee: Yall I have no idea what I'm doing.
Silena: You can do it Lee!
Lee: dies
Lou: I think that was Foxy leaving his home.
Cecil: uh..nuh uh.
Lou: Oh. I don't like that sound.
Ellis: No neither do I..
Cecil: Run.
Lee: Ventilation sys-... *phantom puppet standing directly behind him doing nothing* HI?? CAN I HELP YOU??
Silena: I've never seen him on the first night.
Luke: I have.
Lee: ....I feel like Lee is about to tell us me a horror story.
Ethan: Hes alive.
Al: *walks into the room and stares at him.* Oh shit.
Silena: He's still in here? Don't tell me to come closer bitch.
Al: Please distract him. *jumpscare noise* ...by distract him I didn't mean throw yourself into his arms.
Chris: Luke your head just flew off of your head for a second."
Luke: I'm dead by the way so I am...no longer living.
Lee: wow i wonder...
Silena: He's by Lees corpse 🤗
Lee: Thanks Leens😒
spooky noise
Cecil: What was that?? *runs off*
Lee: If you do die I will to. I'll die with you.
Chris, Al and Ethan: *incoherent yelling and screaming about balloon boy*
Luke: .....what??
Nyssa: Yea Foxys like eating your ass right now.
Luke: I hate Balloon Boy, I hate his stupid round eyes and his frickin balloon sign. Get outta here.
Silena: His like free balloons take one I love you sign?
Luke: Yea.
Chris: Like I don't care. Go burn.
Lee: How about we just burn the whole place to the ground.
Al: If I don't see him, he doesn't see me....he might see me. He might see me.
Ethan: He sees you.
Cecil: What if it's really fun. Like what if we go to fun land after this.
twenty minutes later
Cecil: NO WE HAVE TO SLIDE INTO FUN???
Lou: NO KING WHY DID YOU SAY WE WERE GONNA GO TO FUNLAND??
Lee: Wait thats a seven?
Silena: Its a two for me!
Luke: ITS DIFFERENT NUMBERS!?
Ethan: Is this Sirenhead??
Chris: Do not even start. DON'T even tell me that.
Lee: So just hang left?
Silena: Yup.
Luke: Just always go left.
Chris: Hehe. That's what I thought too.
Silena: Oh..
Al: Chris I can't believe your profile picture isn't a cat.
Chris: Al I can't believe you're GAY.
Mitchell: Why is your face purple??
Ethan: You're purple too??
Drew: WELL. YOU'RE FACE IS PURPLE TOO.
Chris: But I can see really well, I don't know what's wrong with you.
Ethan: Cause you...cause you died.
Al: Cause you fucking walked into Bonnie??
Chris: Oh my god I did it guys! All me.
Silena: YOU DIDN'T!? You died like immediately.
Luke: You died before the animatronics even started moving.
Cecil: Why would you say that?
Chris: You trusted the person who walked into Bonnie on the first night?
Cecil: I don't trust you,
Luke: And he wasn't even off the stage yet.
Cecil: I'm just gullible.
Lou: Oh my god this is so much better I can actually see them....actually nevermind it's not better. It's not better. I see too much.
Lee: Do you wanna play FNaF 4 :D
Luke: NO???
(they played fnaf 4)
Drew: Oh come on lets get out! Car! OH IS THAT A KIA SOUL!? EUAGHGHHH
Cecil: I kinda wanna go down there. I really wanna go down there. I'm going.
Ellis: Don't die. You're probably gonna die what am I saying?
Chris: Oh Foxy's in the garage?? Foxy's about to drive that car bro
Drew: Is Freddy in this game?? Yeah he is.
Silena: Yeah Freddy's in the room. He's under the bed.
Drew: Oh! He's under the bed! That makes me feel really safe! That's really- I don't like that. I wish you didn't tell me that.
Lee: I feel like I'm being chased in a horror movie or something.
Silena: Me too.
Lee: Except I'm surrounded by JOSH HUTCHERSON and I can't be serious about that.
Luke: I'm heading there. OH nevermind I just got hit by a military tank.
Al: Why am I coughing so much??
Chris: Because you're gay.
Al: Yeah its a sickness.
#ta!lee has just been accepted as canon in my head btw so#and i have a few ta!drew aus#so 💅#chris rodriguez#alabaster torrington#luke castellan#silena beauregard#lee fletcher#cecil markowitz#ellis wakefield#lou ellen blackstone#nyssa barerra#mitchell pjo#drew tanaka#pjo#phoenix rambles#titan army
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Can't remember the artist but kudos to them!
Coldstar Headcanons, Part IX: Change of Plans
• Johnny no longer has that "radar sense". Instead, Raphael(my OC) finds Johnny after getting stabbed by Shao and uses several sigils so Johnny can see again. To an extent. For Johnny, everything is black but it's highlighted by a purple glow- so he can't see color.
• Bi-Han would jokingly flirt back with Johnny once a bluemoon and Johnny would just short circuit after.
• Shang Tsung fell in love with Johnny after he was blinded.
• My previous fic titled "The Lin Kuei's Grandmaster vs a Soul-stealing Sorcerer" isn't canon to my headcanons.
• After Johnny had been revived by Raphael, she lead him to Seido so he can be trained.
• Johnny made his come-back during a mission his friends were on and would have failed to finish if Johnny weren't there.
• After Johnny had defeated Shinnok and finished signing autographs for his fans, Ashrah killed Sareena and Chuck had burned the scroll- they all went to Wu Shi Academy via calling Liu Kang to make a portal(the interaction will be shown as a fic).
• Johnny decided that Chuck needs a break so he had someone else do the paper work. That "someone else" being himself.
• Since Johnny had been training in kombat basically his entire life, he is a better and more efficient fighter.
-----MK LEGENDS: HEADCANONS-----
• Similar to how Johnny brought Cassie with him to the Wu Shi Academy, Kenshi brought Samone(the chicken from Snow Blind) with him as a type of support. Cassie loves playing with Samone when her dads are out on a mission.
• No one on Earthrealm knew Johnny was blind, only Chuck did. Johnny's blindness was revealed during his battle with Shinnok when the Elder God destroyed his 500$ sunglasses, everyone then understood why he quit acting.
• Obviously, the Ashrah x Johnny kiss did not happen. It was simply hug of comfort for all they've been through and experienced.
• Sareena's true form in Cage Match isn't over exaggerated, it's just her MK1 demon form. And yes, she still dies.
• Every time Jataaka kissed Johnny, forced himself to keep his composure and had to act attracted to her.
• MK1 Johnny has Cage Match Johnny's earrings.
• The car chase and mansion fight happened completely differently because Johnny and Ashrah are already allies so they simply worked together to defeat Kia.
• MK1 Johnny's backstory is the same as Cage Match Johnny's but with my own angsty twist.
• Johnny was still bullied but his father is a drug-addicted drunk, his brother beats him up both at school and at home, his mom was completely unaware(because she's busy with her work as a cop) that her own son and husband was hurting her baby boy but she still brought him to the local dojo, he still broke his bully's arm including his brother's leg and traveled all over the planet to learn different fighting styles.
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I don’t know if this is interesting but I was looking at the list of cars that carfax had compiled for me and I was like, IS THAT PURPLE!!!? Because iridescent purple would be delightful.
But I could tell something weird was going on.
And it’s fucking orange.
Also the state of Missouri is filled with Kia souls (not pictured) but maybe that is true of the nation.
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Chapter 1 of Purple-White Irises is out on Ao3!
You can read it here!
After escaping Babylon Station and having to hide for a reason she doesn't even understand. A purple-haired teen suddenly finds herself adopted by a family of white-haired people, and with a new name!
Armed with a chance at a fresh start, things are looking up for "Kiana". Provided she doesn't cause any trouble, that's the hard part, especially when she has a Herrscher hiding inside her.
This is a part of a larger AU (Space Colony AU), and is set prior to the events of Lethe Speaks No Evil
#honkai impact#kiana kaslana#fanfiction#space colony au#purple Kia...#Siriana gremlin#herrscher of the void
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I am sorry for driving you down this path kia 😭😭
On another canon note, that might help this downfall.. did you know Nightmare canonically has a purple forked tongue? And that his tentacles are partially sentient and sometimes just pat him, repeatedly?
i can't believe the only piece of passive left is a tongue
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INTRODUCING ;; CTRLWRLD 🍵
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┊KIMORA ! 9TEEN ! JAMAICAN ! VIETNAMESE ! ↻
“WHY AM I SO EASY TO FORGET LIKE THAT?”
M A S T E R L I S T ➳ here
im not so secretly in love with sanji & chris sturniolo 𖦹
“I CANT BE THAT EASY FOR YOU TO GET LIKE THAT”
multi — fandom ;; SZA, sturniolo triplets, tara and the tinas, opla, atsv, amp, scream, sam & colby, etc. !! (i will mainly be writing for the sturniolo’s)
“OH NO SHE DIDN’T. OH YES I DID.”
dni ;; racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc.
what i won’t write ;; incest, knife play, nick and a woman (romantically), just weird shit basically.
“OH NO SHE DIDN’T. I’LL DO IT AGAIN.”
fun fax ;; IM A GIRL (SHE / HER PRNS), my fav color is purple, life is roblox, i <3 theatre (singing and dancing is my life), im actually a nerd, my fav anime is soul eater, single, i may be 19 but i have the mentality of a 16 y/o boy so please bear w me !!
nicknames ;; i also go by kiki, kimi, mora, momo, kira, moki, kim, mori, mor & kia (you can literally call me anything idc.)
that’s all!! toodles, my loves <3
#christopher sturniolo#anime#sam and colby#multifandom account#sza#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#opla#vinsmoke sanji#monkey d. luffy#nami#roronoa zoro#one piece#usopp#scream#kai cenat#duke dennis#fanum tax
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The three posters of the three dates at the Kia Forum in Los Angeles
29, 30 September and 1 October
(Credit)
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tallulah and leo are so evil for having purple color schemes because I have to find a purple/dark blue axolotl to be them… the 1/1200 chance only found through breeding head in hands. Also apparently richas’s name is like cursed because the axolotl me and kia named after him instantly disappeared
#val ramblings#Im naming axolotls after each alive (currently) egg#So yellows are Sunny Chayanne; lightblue is pomme dapper; pink pepito richas; brown ramon empanada; and purple leo tallulah
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Hello! I have a question for you. Idk if you've answered something similar before, but how does Kia's soul being ticklish work?
2 anon post! simply because the questions are similar
starting off with number 1:
Easy! So kias soul is his death spot. its his being. with out it, hes yk, not living. his soul is UNGODLY ticklish. even just blowing on it will send chills up his spine.
feathers send him into a snorting fit. he will try and take the soul back from you as quickly as possible. its fairly easy for him to snatch it back at this stage. his blush turning his normal pink and blue.
makeup brushes/cotton gloves are his worst enemy. if you manage to hold his soul away from him long enough to use a fluffy paint brush or makeup then he knows he's fucked, he will begin to loose balance and be really slow trying to chase you. ticklishness taking over his body.
vibrations/flossers/brushes/that of the sort? count him down. he's on the floor absolutely loosing it, unable to keep himself up. he wont be able to chase you in the slightest. his face turning a deep royal purple. his freckles shining through his blush. his laughter will get squeaky and incoherent as he bursts into uncontrollable laughter. imagine thousands of little hands tickling all over your body. your worse spots get so much worse. he wont be able to stand up and chase you.
His most sensitive spots are his hands, the space behind his cheeks (where his ears would be), his stomach, spine (when his stomach isnt available) ribs, and the bottoms of his feet.
He doesn't have a favorite item. hes equally weak to everything. HOWEVER. he does get flustered SUPER bad by tk machines and white gloves. something about them sends him into lee over drive. he's a switch but can easily flip from ler to lee with a single poke tbh with you. he daydreams ALOT. there's hardly a moment where he's NOT having lee dreams and thoughts over white gloves, which his husband jack and his wonderland friends hal and mary. not entirely sure what it is, but white gloves instantly put him in the WORST possible mood. and the 3 of them know it. constantly harrassing him about it and tickling the shit outta him.
thanks for the asks!! <3
#ask dr lockhart#sunny speaks#dr lockhart#dr lockhart ♡#Ask Dr lockhart ♡#ticklee#alansartx#sunnysoftsart#oc#self insert oc#tickling#tickle#tickle art#tickle monster#tickle oc#tickleoc#sfw tickling community#lee#ler#tword community#tickle content
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